The Foundation fandom is actually so real because there’s not a single character who everyone likes. I swear there are people who love Hari, people who loathe Hari, people who love Demerzel, people who think Demerzel is deranged and evil, people who love the Cleons, people who love only one Cleon, people who hate the Cleons regardless of how hot Lee Pace is, people who love Salvor, people who hate Salvor, people who love Gaal, people who hate Gaal, people who want Ignis to win because Tellem is hot, people who want everyone in the Empire to rot, and of course people who realistically crave every major character carnally and are completely blind to the horrors who are totally valid
Waiting for the AU where Willow is a princess always escaping the castle cause she doesn’t wanna do her princess duties or whatever and Hunter is the poor knight who’s assigned to be her personal guard and has a heart attack every time she jumps out her window to go into town
the funniest Layton phenomenons are people who only played like the first two or three games as kids and thus don’t remember/know that Layton has some lore shit going on especially with the prequel trilogy and people not knowing that Layton is an archeologist.
also the fact that 90% of people who like Layton are long time fans who have been there since Curious Village because I’ve never met anyone who only got into Layton recently or a few years after Azran Legacy releassd
there was this post about how everyone blogs for attention
i lost it but it made me think
i feel like "doing it for attention" is such a thought-terminating cliché and i wanna go more into it and ask questions like "what kind of attention?" and "in what way?"
inmy blogging of course attention is a factor i wouldnt do this in a void but i feel like when i write stuff i do it to share something or express myself or seek connection.
i think "i blog for connection" is much more accurate and to the point than "i blog for attention" because connection is the specific kind of attention that i want.
i just hate the phrase "doing <sth> for attention" because of the way it gets used to abuse people honestly. and i can tell my logic brain™ is shutting down when i read it and its probably similar for many people. its kinded of a loaded phrase
Ok ya know what? This has bothered me for the longest time.
In Hunting Palisman, Hunter says that he was born a powerless witch, makes sense. But then he goes “I never thought I’d have a place in this world, then Belos found me.”
WHAT DOES THAT MEAN???
Did Belos “find him” or did Belos raise him? If Hunter was made to believe he was blood relatives to Belos, then why did say he was found by him, and not raised by him? Did Belos put memories into Hunter to make him think he was found and taken in by Belos? I just… this probably doesn’t make sense, but I don’t know it’s always irked me.
I speak like fountains, I speak like waterfalls. I speak with words so big and yet you've always made me feel so small. I speak with words I borrowed, words of sorrow, words of yesterdays tomorrow. And yet in the afterglow, I realise that I barely know if you have ever listened. If any of the saplings I gave you glistened in the morning light, with dew speckled on their growing leafs. If any of the flowers sprouted, but here I stand and I doubt it, because all my words were given to the thieves.
I speak like fountains. I speak like waterfalls. I speak in silence now, a quiet loudness that is my withdrawl. I speak with knowledge that no one hears, no one cheers, no one steers closer to me. Even with all the tears in my eyes, there is still so much joy, so much glee. For there are saplings in my garden, growing, even hardened, by all the words I spoke and you choked on. And all my flowers sprouted and here I stand, all proud of it, because the sun has come to grace me with another dawn.
I speak like fountains. I speak like waterfalls. I speak with words so big, they're like mountains sprawled against the bluest of skies, their sound is free and they rise and brim and bubble. I speak so clear that no one could ever trouble with understanding me, no one could ever take growth for rubble, no one could mistake the trees for saplings and the blossoms for seeds. There are none to listen. I speak for myself now, crystalclear and freed.