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hello-eeveev · 1 year ago
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I LOVED how silly Fjord and Jester were in the one shot. One of the (many) things that draws me to Fjorester is that Fjord never got much of a chance to be a kid, what with the sweatshops and the child labor, meanwhile Jester had a childhood that allowed her to hold onto a lot of her joy and innocence.
Throughout c2, we saw Fjord loosen up a lot and allow himself to engage more and more genuinely with the antics of the m9, and it was really awesome to see him 7 years down the line, fully leaning into playing when he wants to. Instead of putting on an accent that he thinks will make people listen to him, he’s dressed like a pulp romance hero and still runs a whole shipping company with 3 (4? I don’t remember) ships because he’s a good sailor, a good captain, and a good leader. He doesn’t bat an eye when Jester calls him Admiral and does the eyebrows and the voice; he responds equally dramatically with “yes, my love!” and I don’t think an early- or even mid-campaign Fjord would have been able to do that. But now! Now he gets to play! And I love that for him!!!
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thisfuckingdork · 5 months ago
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Jenna Begay, one of the most emotionally intelligent/repressed people in town
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oneluckydragon · 3 months ago
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Thinking about how these two met. Get adopted, idiot.
More human!Echo.
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vaugarde · 2 months ago
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havent seen this take in a while thankfully but it popped up in my head and i wanna post this anyways. i think everyone who talks about how siffrin “got off too easy” at the end of isat and his friends should have abandoned him should go read warrior cats if they want an example of a character using their trauma as their god-given jailbreak card to treat their family and peers (a good amount of whom who were completely innocent) like dogshit, and who faces zero consequences from the narrative for it (and in fact bends over to blame their peers). like read all the shit jayfeather does while the narrative sobs over how tragic but awesome and quirky he is and then look me in the eye and tell me siffrin’s ending was poorly written.
#or look at titania from reborn. what who said that#at least siffrin’s trauma is actually developed and taken deadly seriously by the narrative and clearly isnt being used to excuse his behav#behavior#siffrin does some shitty things in the story but theyre very obviously in a horrible state mentally and physically thats been breaking them#down little by little by little until theyve exploded and broken down. and his family still holds him accountable for what he did#but they stay with him anyways because they love and respect and care about him and are horrified to learn his situation#meanwhile ivypool goes through trauma yeah but shes not really written like a realistic trauma victim#and when she hurts her sister over and over and over and over and over again its always her sister who has to make it up at the end#and we all gotta sob and coo over ivy because shes the fan favoriteand if you criticize her then you hate trauma victims#(ignoring dovewing’s trauma from the situation as well i might add)#while ivy never gets to grow or acknowledge how her attitude is hurtful to herself and others#its just ‘’well dovewing had it better so she better shut the fuck up and deal with the constant emotional abuse ivy throws at her’’#imagine if isat ended with siffrin going ‘’actually im not sorry bc you all havent suffered as much as me’’#and the party didnt object to that at all and they were like ‘’yes we do have it better so youre justified in hurting us#and also you are the most tragic character ever so you cant face emotional consequences ever’’#(and before anyone goes ‘’well dovewing left the clan and ivypool feels bad about that’’ the story doesnt position it as a consequence of#her behavior to her sister. canonically shes leaving to be with her baby daddy and SHES framed as the one hurting her sister#and shes the one whos gotta mend that rift. while the narrative doesnt acknowledge that that situation was partly her sisters fault at all#)#ok sorry for wc on main jumpscare. i wouldve posted over on the blog but i dont think people over there have played isat#echoed voice#isat spoilers
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spocks-kaathyra · 4 months ago
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I despise any narrative that positions social progressivism as a western concept. why is every immigrant narrative about escaping from the terrible inherent conservatism of the backwards culture your family comes from and being saved by america's unique progressivism. just this disgusting pinkwashing that is exactly the same as any other narrative claiming that the west invented civilization and all those third world barbarians are only just now beginning to learn it from them. america's enemies do not have a monopoly on social conservatism. white people did not invent queer acceptance or anything else of value. death to america idk
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vaguely-concerned · 1 month ago
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just going about my day idly contemplating how some of the ways hawke can interact with a romanced anders are not at all unlike how they interact with leandra (and a bit of carver too, especially with a purple hawke), and then thought about my hawke in the timeline where he romances anders and was hit straight in the face with 'was he ever actually in love, or was he just desperately trying to renegotiate with his mother's ghost in any way he could' and now i need to lie down. this is the power of dragon age 2
#'you don't know my mother' haunting me through the years#dragon age#dragon age 2#hawke#On second thought let's not go to Kirkwall; it is a silly place#there are of course as many ways to do/read that relationship as there are players to interact with it haha and all valid!#but my personal version of handers is sooo fucked up and bad times for everyone involved and I love it haha.#this is a relationship neither of them should have been in and that made everything worse and everyone unhappy in the end#locked tomb levels of the horrors of love. i ship it but in the way that I want to make it sadder and more gutwrenching each time#to be clear this is a very mutual two-way kind of fucked up but I think varric in his loyalty and love would downplay hawke's side of it#for huge swathes of their relationship anders is not in a mental place to be a good partner and the emotional blackmail is Not Okay#(but it's just like how mother used to make it! hawke's soul cries sadly as it reaches for it hungrily)#which is in some ways fair enough no one could accuse him of not warning you ahead of time fjskda#but hawke is messy about it in a way only available to a covert people pleaser who has never had a millisecond of therapy#with some added stuff that my hawke is always acespec in some form and when he gets together with anders...#is the sex something he doesn't particularly care to have or not have but it 'makes anders happy'/he longs to feel wanted *and* needed#and also a way he gets out of ever being *actually* vulnerable (which I think he'd had to be with varric for example if he Went There )#'you want the hawke who's in your head so badly and I kind of wish I were that hawke too. so let's be collaborateurs with that fantasy'#(and then maybe if I do it right every time you'll finally be happy hawke says in his heart looking at this leandra-anders phantom form)#(and echoing stuff in varric's relationship to hawke but I think the important distinction there is that varric -- is a craftsman haha#he KNOWS when he's lying/making up a story he KNOWS the difference between what is and what he wishes the world was#(I think there's some deep longing there to not know; for it to blend together or have the power to change things. but he always knows)#which ironically leaves him in a better position to actually see and understand hawke the person#even as he is creating hawke the literary figure. almost to protect him in some ways? god da2 is so full of STUFF!!! I adore it)#and of course anders gets so disillusioned with hawke's inertia and lack of action (you all but married this man anders!#you should know this about him he's already carrying the whole family and city on his shoulders if you add a gram more he'll collapse!)#and hawke feels so desperately hurt that the promise anders seemed to make that he'd be enough -- that he could fix things for him --#('I'm the one bright light in kirkwall and that apparently doesn't count for shit so I'm just slowly turning to ash for you')#turned out to be untrue. anyway. sad now. imagine them meeting like twenty years on what the fuck could you even say to each other then#(I can't imagine Hawke ever physically hurting anyone he loves so he just tells Anders to leave at the end of DA2. they COULD meet again
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saisons-en-enfer · 7 months ago
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practically-an-x-man · 6 days ago
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THEY BRING TAI LUNG BACK JUST TO 'STEAL HIS KUNG FU'??? Excuse me???
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lem-argentum · 2 months ago
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reminiscing on when i was playing end.walker and got through all the heartwarming scenes before boarding the ragnarok andnh then they justj killed th.ancred instantly
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yaminerua · 1 year ago
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I was thinking of the parallel universe again and of a scenario where the two Rimmers have a parallel experience of leaving and then trying to come back home. So Arnold and Arlene Rimmer both leave their respective home dimensions, having been recruited to become the next Ace at the same time, and then at some later point they both decide screw this I wanna go home, so they try to go home but the closest they manage to get is each other’s dimensions. Arnold ends up in Arlene’s dimension, the same one he and the others visited all those years ago and where Jim and Bexley have been ever since Lister had to give them up, while Arlene has landed in his.
At first it seems like the worst outcome. So close and yet not close enough but then Rimmer remembers the Holly Hop Drive and wonders if this universe has an equivalent. It does. Hilly had made a Hilly Hop Drive back then too but it had never been used bc the Boys from the Dwarf had beaten them to it with their similar contraption.
So it might be possible to jump the final distance home after all.
They dig it out of where it was stored and set it up and press the button and sure enough there’s another Red Dwarf, just like before, only this time Rimmer knows it’s home he’s looking at.
They all travel across in Starbug and are tremendously surprised to find that Arlene is there, on the other ship still dressed in the Ace flight suit like Rimmer himself.
So it’s a big old reunion convergence point. The two Rimmers returning to their original Listers at the same time. And also with the added emotional bonus of Lister getting to see his sons again, now all grown up, for the first time since he had to give them up.
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nebulaleaf · 2 years ago
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heehee hoo hoo procrastinating things so i rant here
#this is all on my mind because recently i interacted with one of those like... twitter akechi stans who are in an echo chamber of#akechi/akeshu. and its just impossible to talk about anything because a)the characters can't be divorced from each other. akira only exists#to prop up akechi and be his cute bf and in a way vice versa for akechi but at least he's allowed to be a bitchy asshole/have more emotions#and its considered 'cute'.#b) in those circles there's a very specific interpretation of akechi that really grates me which makes it even harder for me to take things#seriously or speak when whatever we're talking about is completely at odds.#and its not like I'm inserting myself into akeshu convos and going 'wow youre wrong' we were literally just talking about akira and akechi.#no romance. just them as characters and about the persona awards and its just bah bah bah bah bah shipping#and akeshu is a good pairing but man some of y'all make me go 'damn its not That good'#UGH and that's another reason why i find it hard to hold a conversation about anything regarding royal. because it all fucking boils down#to akeshu and 'maruki being the no.1 akeshu shipper hehe!!!' thats WEIRD you know thats really weird right#and so tiring. i know 3rd sem focuses on akira n kechi's relationship but like. you can talk about it in a way that isnt sosssososohggtgrgh#running out of steam for this rant i forget my original topic i just wanted to yell#idk man i just want nuance. please. i think this ends up being true for any fandom that gets too steeped in shipping#but Fuck nuance is one of the core themes of persona 5 and yet people don't have any
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noxtivagus · 2 years ago
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oh my god . endwalker 🥹
#🌙.rambles#[ ffxiv. ]#i'm rambling so much oh my god i'm listening to endwalker ost n i'm crying shush#but um oh god this just brings back so many memories#yk before i really used to play ffxiv nearly everyday#now i. i think this is the first in this whole week?#'hush love close your eyes and in sleep abide as sun's distant light echoes down to dreams below'#ffxiv's effect of me is insane it just brings out. this vulnerable more soft part of me?#it's much easier for me to communicate in-game#sending letters. i love sending letters in-game. unfortunately it's only for per world though :<#i finally have a close friend yeah that plays ffxiv more actively n isn't in free trial yeah? she has a house so i put messages#listening to ffxiv endwalker's ost outside of the game feels so foreign to me honestly#listening to. 'each drop' just. my poor heart it makes me emotional in such a confusing way#it comforts me and it puts me at peace.. is that why it feels so foreign to me 🥹#i have a lot of memories tied to these osts#one for example hehe w this is yk hermes my beloved. when he talks to us of.. his dreams. his loneliness. of meteion and of the world#' to know that you too have experienced suffering...is a comfort '#bro really said that. i love him so much#dynamis is also just. it just sounds like hope.#ffxiv easily enables me to remember n it just makes me feel like myself. reminds me of all the love i have for life#it brings back a lot of memories#bcs it's something that's. despite my activeness in it may fluctuate it rlly has been something constant for the past two years n#a lot has changed. i've met a lot of people. made a lot of memories. so many things that i wouldn't even have dared would happen#and when i think of how much has grown in these years it just.. brings me so much peace. count my blessings yeah i'm just#i'm just so inexplicably happy to be alive still n have all this. n to think that in the future.. yeah loss in inevitable at some point but#i hope to retain what i can. to grow even more. to live on.. with. everything n everyone. yeah. i'll do my best#I'M SORRY IT'S LIKE 1:44 AM RN N I'M EMOTIONAL HFLKASDJFL
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hamletthedane · 9 months ago
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I was meeting a client at a famous museum’s lounge for lunch (fancy, I know) and had an hour to kill afterwards so I joined the first random docent tour I could find. The woman who took us around was a great-grandmother from the Bronx “back when that was nothing to brag about” and she was doing a talk on alternative mediums within art.
What I thought that meant: telling us about unique sculpture materials and paint mixtures.
What that actually meant: an 84yo woman gingerly holding a beautifully beaded and embroidered dress (apparently from Ukraine and at least 200 years old) and, with tears in her eyes, showing how each individual thread was spun by hand and weaved into place on a cottage floor loom, with bright blue silk embroidery thread and hand-blown beads intricately piercing the work of other labor for days upon days, as the labor of a dozen talented people came together to make something so beautiful for a village girl’s wedding day.
What it also meant: in 1948, a young girl lived in a cramped tenement-like third floor apartment in Manhattan, with a father who had just joined them after not having been allowed to escape through Poland with his pregnant wife nine years earlier. She sits in her father’s lap and watches with wide, quiet eyes as her mother’s deft hands fly across fabric with bright blue silk thread (echoing hands from over a century years earlier). Thread that her mother had salvaged from white embroidery scraps at the tailor’s shop where she worked and spent the last few days carefully dying in the kitchen sink and drying on the roof.
The dress is in the traditional Hungarian fashion and is folded across her mother’s lap: her mother doesn’t had a pattern, but she doesn’t need one to make her daughter’s dress for the fifth grade dance. The dress would end up differing significantly from the pure white, petticoated first communion dresses worn by her daughter’s majority-Catholic classmates, but the young girl would love it all the more for its uniqueness and bright blue thread.
And now, that same young girl (and maybe also the villager from 19th century Ukraine) stands in front of us, trying not to clutch the old fabric too hard as her voice shakes with the emotion of all the love and humanity that is poured into the labor of art. The village girl and the girl in the Bronx were very different people: different centuries, different religions, different ages, and different continents. But the love in the stitches and beads on their dresses was the same. And she tells us that when we look at the labor of art, we don’t just see the work to create that piece - we see the labor of our own creations and the creations of others for us, and the value in something so seemingly frivolous.
But, maybe more importantly, she says that we only admire this piece in a museum because it happened to survive the love of the wearer and those who owned it afterwards, but there have been quite literally billions of small, quiet works of art in billions of small, quiet homes all over the world, for millennia. That your grandmother’s quilt is used as a picnic blanket just as Van Gogh’s works hung in his poor friends’ hallways. That your father’s hand-painted model plane sets are displayed in your parents’ livingroom as Grecian vases are displayed in museums. That your older sister’s engineering drawings in a steady, fine-lined hand are akin to Da Vinci’s scribbles of flying machines.
I don’t think there’s any dramatic conclusions to be drawn from these thoughts - they’ve been echoed by thousands of other people across the centuries. However, if you ever feel bad for spending all of your time sewing, knitting, drawing, building lego sets, or whatever else - especially if you feel like you have to somehow monetize or show off your work online to justify your labor - please know that there’s an 84yo museum docent in the Bronx who would cry simply at the thought of you spending so much effort to quietly create something that’s beautiful to you.
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disconinjacircus · 7 months ago
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I’m not accepting feedback at this time
(Yes, yes I am, I desperately want attention and outside validation to fill the void)
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vaugarde · 4 months ago
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sorry ive been a negative nancy abt ranger 1 so far, dont mean to be, but man im not looking forwards to the subtle misogyny in this series
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thebutchprinxe · 8 months ago
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my dad just sold his townhouse (my primary residence for the past ? year ish ?), feeling very :/
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