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hollow-keys · 4 months
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swan2swan · 9 months
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Annual reminder that Aang wasn't a terrible dad, that one episode was badly written and had poor perspective. Aang was a busy, working dad who had a lot of stuff to do, and then suddenly his third kid was a full-on Airbender and he was literally the only one qualified to teach this baby, so then he finally had an excuse to put his family before his duties ("My family IS my duty now, suckers!!!"), and so Kya and Bumi were all "What the heck, Dad???" because they were now teens (iirc) and they missed out on all that stuff.
It was basically Aang going from "my family has 20% of my time" to "my family has 40% of my time". Still not enough, probably, but Aang could finally go and explore his own culture without feeling guilty about leaving the rest of the world to fend for itself.
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The Nevers (2021) - 1x12
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dent-de-leon · 9 months
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AU where Azahari "Hollows" Lucien, and Caleb comes across a living doll/puppet in a little cottage in the woods. His heart aches for someone else whose autonomy and free will was stolen from them, another victim whose mind and memories were twisted by a powerful mage. He helps him escape the hag and gives him the name Molly--
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lisbonsteresa · 1 year
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going unbelievably insane over this
#tm#i i'm like i'm short circuiting#the way - when they both carry so much pain and trauma with them; where they deal with death and the worst of people every day;#when they've lost so much; lost each other more than once -#one of the most pervasive themes in their story; woven throughout it from the very beginning is happiness#wanting to give whatever happiness they can to others -#comforting families and getting justice for victims and jane's gifts and pranks and lisbon's supportive leadership and understanding -#wanting to be happy themselves; and maybe most importantly wanting the other to be happy#like just off the top of my head (and i'm so tempted to go right back and rewatch and actually write down every one) there's so much of it#and it makes me crazy because of how it's expressed on both sides#lisbon doesn't SAY it much - most of the 'i want you to be happy' kind of lines are jane's - but she SHOWS it#from the day they met and she helped him up off the floor she's there in support of him;#her quiet comfort when he's low; her eye rolls and indulging grins when he's pulling a silly trick on the team;#her soft smiles in the background when someone genuinely thanks him and he doesn't know what to do#with the pain she has in her past; in growing up; with the tough skin she's wrapped herself in to get through what she has#she appreciates the quieter moments; the moments where her big bombastic partner lets down his guard and#stops putting on so much of a show and she can see the joy he can still find in the little things even with all the darkness he carries#it's jane that has the big loud moments - the confessions and the spoken words - where he states outright (and repeatedly)#how much he wants her to be happy; how important it is to him and that makes so much sense because that's who he is#(not always of course but more often than not and that's how he presents himself)#he's dramatic and he's bold and his grief is the same; this giant unavoidable yoke that's never going to completely fall off his shoulders#and idk there's just something so beautiful to me about this man with the more obvious burden of pain being so doggedly - and vocally -#committed to the happiness of this woman who tries to hide her pain and shies away from comfort more than she's able to accept it#and that through everything they've been together the ways both of them approach happiness and each other have also come together#where he can say something like this and not only can she be happy for him but she can know just how much of that is because of her#'for the first time in YOU know how long' and she does#they just make me crazy
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tgirljoker · 6 months
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bold theory but im like 80% sure that the spiderman 2 story was a little lackluster because the dlc is going to be doing a lot more of the heavy lifting this time around
#i mean theyve definitely got dlc planned already… they had no idea how well the first games dlc would sell but this time around they do#i mean. okay heres my thought process here#1.#we know that norman is going to become the green goblin soon. the ‘’g-serum’’ he talked about was for harrys cure after the symbiote failed#but norman is probably the one who becomes the green goblin. how? idk yet maybe he tests it on himself first or something#i think thats going to be one of the storylines in the dlc#2. in this game they introduced ally teamups for the crimes in the overworld#two for the spidermen respectively and one for wraith. but during the period where harry is agent venom he has an ally teamup as well#his own animations and voice lines and everything. and thats a very short part of the game#so im actually convinced that harry will wake up from his coma in one of the waves of dlc and fight with the symbiote again#black cat had special finisher animations with miles too so maybe shes an ally teamup too? 👀#maybe wishful thinking but tbh i could see it happening considering the black cat threads from this game havent been entirely wrapped up yet#and also theres a severe lack of ally teamups LOL so im p sure harry at the very least is coming back#maybe to help fight norman somehow for when he turns into the goblin ?#idk. anyways#3. we still have the rest of kravens family to worry about and since they were tracking felecia maybe thats where she comes back ?#4. obviously theres going to be a dlc about the flame/cletus cassidy + carnage.#the flame even has a cult in this adaptation and their gatherings would make great bases which this game DESPERATELY needs more of#also going back to the ally teamup thing yuri still has one post game#and theyre definitely continuing her story given how open ended that questline was#im like. pretty confident in this even though i know its kind of iffy#if they save harry + the goblin for spiderman 3 i wouldnt be surprised but i think it has a solid chance of being addressed in the dlc#tldr there were WAY more lose ends than the first game
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statusquoergo · 10 months
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“Come on.”
“Uh?”
Diane looks up as Naomi stands and holds out her hand as if this isn't a ridiculously careless thing she's asking her to do, as if neither of them has the good sense to mention that neither one of them has any idea what they're getting themselves into. As if neither of them might be walking straight into a trap of their own making, or nothing much will change at all and they'll forget about each other in a month, or a few days. As if it's a risk worth taking to find out which.
As if there's anything else to do today.
“I'm not going to the hospital.”
“I know.” Naomi reaches a little closer. “I have a first aid kit at home.”
Enough to get them through, that's all. Enough for now.
“You know how to wrap it?” Diane asks as she takes Naomi's hand to pull herself up, as though the answer might change her mind somehow. Naomi smiles a little, as though she knows it just as well that it won't.
“Yeah.” She sets Diane's hand down on her shoulder. “It's not far, come on. I'll carry you down the stairs.”
“You'll drop me.”
“I will not.” Naomi urges her forward, along the concrete path out of the park. “I mean I'm just offering, I don't have to.”
It's a nice gesture, though, isn't it? It was a nice thought.
They walk slowly down the street, stepping more or less in sync past the general store with the baking supplies just past the doorway, turning at the corner to walk toward the coin laundry that's open even at three in the morning and also on holidays. A hand-drawn poster in the window of the discount shoe store across the street loudly advertises VACUUMS REFURBISHED while a Times New Roman printout on the telephone cubicle in the middle of the block offers “suitable compensation” in exchange for willing test subjects, No Questions Please; a few steps farther along stands an apartment building that somehow looks like it's missing a couple of stories, and Diane shifts her weight to her good leg as Naomi steps away to fumble with the lock on the front door.
“It's the door on the left,” Naomi says, the door sticking only slightly as she shoves it open. “When you get to the basement.”
She opens the first door on the right, a stairwell that only leads down.
“Upstairs is that door over there, but I don't know any of the neighbors, so. I'm not gonna introduce you to anyone.”
That's fine. Diane doesn't want to know any of them, either.
Naomi walks down the stairs first and doesn't try to carry her.
“Bathroom's at the end of the hall,” she says. “The taps aren't broken, the water's just cold when it's cold outside and warm when it isn't, but if you let it run for a little while, it'll...fix itself. And make sure you don't touch the water heater, it's metal and it gets really hot sometimes.”
Diane clutches the wooden banister nailed to the wall as she limps her way down and wonders how much of all this she's supposed to remember. All of it, probably. It isn't very complicated.
Naomi unlocks the door on the left and holds it open.
“You can sit on the bed.”
It's good of her to offer. It isn't much of a bed, really, more of a mattress pushed into the corner, but that isn't exactly a surprise, and it's good of her to offer all the same.
“Thanks,” Diane says, a little too late to seem quite natural. Naomi hums a disinterested acknowledgment and doesn't seem to mind.
“Take off your shoes.”
Diane promptly unties her sneakers, placing them on the floor beside the bed as Naomi kneels in front of her with a roll of ACE bandage in her hand and her eyes focused on Diane's ankle like she's the only attending physician in the entire complex who doesn't have better things to do with her time than tend to something as trivial as all this. Diane should count herself lucky the timing worked out the way that it did.
Lucky, was it? It's about time.
The single bulb in the overhead light flickers a little as if a public execution has just disrupted the power grid, or someone's turned on too many air conditioners at once and blown a fuse a few floors up.
“Don't worry about it,” Naomi says. Diane doesn't bother to assure her that she wasn't.
#anna tries to be original#i started reading something that objectively has nothing wrong with it but within about three pages had me bored out of my mind#and i started skimming it to see if it picked up or anything caught my interest later on#but i noticed that a few of the paragraphs were like thirty lines long#and i immediately noped the hell out of there#and then i was like 'you know what i should do is i should work on that story that i spend about twenty minutes on every four or five days'#i took a phys ed class in college that was literally all education#we didn't actually do any sports or anything#it was all classes and lectures and stuff#one day we went to the nurse's office or whatever you call that area on a college campus#and we learned how to wrap sprained ankles#i know i picked it up very quickly but i have absolutely no recollection of how to do it now#also yesterday i had to spend the day dealing with some incredibly idiotic coworkers#i don't even think they're necessarily stupid people but they were certainly acting like it#and first thing this morning one of the messaged me with a stupid question to follow up on all her stupid questions from yesterday#'where is this data in the file?' oh gosh i don't know have you tried spending two seconds actually LOOKING FOR IT#and someone else messaged me at the same time to ask for help with something that he's now doing completely wrong#but it's a new system and i know he's trying and i also know he is actually good at his job so i don't mind helping him#but i'm going to have to waste my afternoon in a meeting with the other idiot#and two people who DO have their shit together but i know for sure that if he has to do anything it'll add like half an hour's time#to a task that should take five minutes tops#also there's a severe weather warning for excessive heat today#i want to go out and buy some fruit before it gets too unbearable#but in order for that to happen i need these people to leave me alone for twenty minutes
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bluelitmoons · 1 year
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Initiative 3
it continues to be busy season, so lunch break writings continue with the work.
picks up where the first one ended
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“Sticky’s more like it,” the Doctor muttered under his breath, but it echoed clearly through the console room and into Rose’s waiting ears. She smothered a laugh.
“That can be fun too—which you’d know if you’d gotten any action in the past, oh,” Rose could picture Jack tapping his chin as if thinking, “century or so.”
“No clue how you’re already the expert on any ‘action’ got or haven’t. Known me all of a month, already such an expert,” the Doctor fired back.
“I’ve seen enough,” Jack said, with enough of a falsely pompous sniff to show he was teasing. “And your game needs work.”
“Does it now,” the Doctor’s mood was clearly deteriorating and the noise from him setting down some wrench or another was louder than it needed to be. A warning Jack was unlikely to abide by. Maybe it would be a good idea for Rose to blunder in and derail this before the Doctor wasn’t fit for any sort of conversation.
And before Jack managed to embarrass her any worse by pointing out how pathetic she was, panting after the Doctor like she was.
“Rose is right there and you can’t close the deal,” Jack said, right on cue. Rose felt her cheeks burn as he threw her feelings at the Doctor’s clearly uninterested feet. “All you’d have to do is just tell her you’re interested—she’s even turned me down and we both know its because I’m not who she wants.”
“Can agree on that much at least,” the Doctor retorted with a bit more bite than usual.
Jack didn’t seem to notice though as he playfully yelped out a “Hey!"
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daydreamerdrew · 1 year
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Jungle Comics (1940) #11
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leehallfae · 2 years
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you know when the structure of a piece of media is meant to elicit a specific audience reaction and then that reaction itself becomes a device of the narrative working from the outside to further the story’s themes through the anticipated thoughts & emotions of the audience. god yes
#personal log#media#bc i was thinking abt this earlier with ethel cain’s new album & how the 2nd to last song Feels like an ending song but#after it’s over there’s still#one more song to go; and how that in itself is reflective of the story being told of the character ethel dying but her soul continuing to#live on in heaven as well as her body on earth still being acted upon (cannibalization) & basically like. what you think is the end isn’t#actually the end.#& i just watched the film ‘the loneliest planet’ and the ending was very abrupt & there wasn’t exactly resolution#which mirrors the conflict/reaction to The Incident in the film#and the way that the characters have to grapple with how it shatters what they thought they knew#either about themselves or about the other#& how that shattering might feel impossible; like the end to something and they have no idea how to continue on living life afterwards#but they have to#life goes on; the film doesn’t have a concrete resolution/ending because neither do their emotional journeys#when the credits roll u can feel in your chest how life still stretches out before them & the agonizing reality of having to continue.#bc reality isn’t like a movie where the conflict gets wrapped up all pretty at the end & everything’s fine you know? and like i don’t#believe that’s a pessimistic take i think it’s just the way things are and it can be understood in a pessimistic way but can also be#accepted & embraced as part of life’s beauty#things keep going and it’s a blessing that they do
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mattzerella-sticks · 2 years
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A few things to note about the episode that I thought was super cool story/thematic wise:
- The coolant system being off was sort of a red herring (at least to me) because I thought it'd have more of an impact (when in truth the real second act danger was Karen's spleen).
- Karen tending to her co-worker with the missing arm, now I think every person within the 118 family have attended to someone's wounds (also her and Hen both have that all-in heart, you KNEW she cared about each and every one of her co-workers, how she cradled the woman's head and cried over Victor's death? Karen is thee GOAT).
- They mentioned Hen and Karen fostering again, which is something we haven't seen in a while so I'm glad to see it brought up again (and maybe see them foster some more children, especially since we've wrapped up a major storyline of Hen's right now so... who knows what they have planned next for her).
- Shout-out to the woman watching Denny, I can't remember her name but she is the best.
- Seeing the flashbacks and lead ups to Hen and Karen's relationship was really sweet, also they went hand in hand with what we were seeing play out in real time (especially the scenes that showed them preparing for Denny, the walking out when she passed out, her about to leave on an airplane when she was on the brink of death, and the change dream talk before Hen gives Karen hew own rendition).
- the baby they got to play baby Denny was SCARILY accurate lmao
All in all another great episode 👏
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smute · 2 years
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ive finally started watching veep since its supposed to be so good and. well. it is? but holy shit it is so fatphobic too 😳
but weirdly enough its not the baseline fatphobia that u see pretty much everywhere. no, its fucking VICIOUS and RELENTLESS and so... conspicuously unnecessary?? (not that fat jokes are ever necessary but this shit isn't even remotely relevant to anything that happens in the show) it just feels tacked on like... oh btw heres ur reminder that fat people are disgusting ha ha. like it's not your run-of-the-mill "fat people are funny" vaguely problematic diet-culture-brainrot subtext. no, it's an explicit declaration. like, the "jokes" are so openly dehumanizing, it actually feels like i, as a fat person, am watching something that i wasn't meant to see. it's fucking surreal. as if they wrote all of this thinking that no fat people would ever watch the show or something
afaik it was developed around 2009-2010, so a few years before the current body positivity movement took off, and i mean... fat people were thee hot topic during the 2000s so i guess it's less shocking within that context? but still. im astonished lmao
#i made it all the way to season 3#the last few episodes were okay#but all of a sudden they dropped another fat joke LITERALLY tacked on as the end credits were rolling#like her daughter says ''i actually enjoyed the gun show after i got used to the regular people and how fat they were''#and the other guy responds ''obesity is a *huge* issue''#AND THATS THE WHOLE JOKE????? KDKFKDKWKEKTK WTHAT THE FUCK YOU GUYS#and then in the very next ep there's a scandal about fatphobic statements and somehow they managed to still be fatphobic#in their condemnation of fatphobia?? figkkfkr its like the entire episode is just one big excuse to come up with the cruelest most fucked up#things you could ever say about fat people it's...#almost impressive how they managed to twist it in a way where you as a viewer are still laughing *AT* fat people it's#surreal#like thats the thing. they're making jokes as if fat people didnt exist as if we were just some abstract concept#and even within the show there are no fat characters. there are fat actors but the fat people they joke about are always absent#like i said#just surreal#like how can you incorporate public outrage about fatphobia into your story and at the same time still be fatphobic enough#in your presentation of that story to cause public outrage kfjgkxkdkg it's just incredible i cant wrap my head around this#like... at this point it would almost be refreshing to see someone insult a fat character on screen? at least that would acknowledge that#fat people exist fkkfkfkd#am i making sense? probably not#i dont think im gonna keep watching#its so sad bc its a really interesting show otherwise#and really funny#well... at times#but jesus christ im practically holding my breath#waiting for them to drop another bomb#anyway#fatphobia tw#&
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pathsofoak · 2 years
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...Teresa is going to pull a Zuko...
(Tags continued in the reblog. I should have made this a post lol)
#I mean not exactly#but after she definitively chooses the Right Arm over WCKD and actually gets to the Safe Haven#she works herself into a near burn out to 'prove she's of use there' as she thinks she still has to#and the Safe Haven has a few resident therapists too#which Vince at some point just kind of drags her to (not because he thinks she's open to it but because it is the only way he can get#her to stop working so much that isn't just 'grounding' her)#and after a few conversations Teresa starts to open up because it becomes clear it isn't an interrogation but someone interested#in her actual health#anyway at some point they get to discuss a point in the story where Teresa froze trying to help Newt because she didn't have#the neccessary skills. WCKD trained her but she isn't a doctor#she's a scientist but WCKD never got to the point where she would start to leanr#how to practice actual medicine because there simply wasn't time#and Teresa is in the middle of talking about the logistics of this when this therapist asks her if she'd like to be a doctor#or whether she wanted to cure the Flare#and Teresa doesn't know the answer#she's been training and helping out in the infirmary for weeks at that point mostly because everyone (including her) just assumed#that was her thing and nothing else#she says she does but is in doubt#and the next time she comes into the infirmary there are all these flashbacks of Paige teaching her things#and she can't wrap her mind about who she is or what she's meant to be outside of WCKD and the constant repenting she thinks is a condition#of her living there#she throws herself back into work so much she doesn't sleep much but hides it this time around so she doesn't have to#confront her feelings again. she eats less drinks less the whole thing#and people don't notice because she actively makes sure they don't#until she doesn't arrive at the infirmary one afternoon#because she had literally worked herself sick and collapsed in the forest (on the path so they find her quickly)#the Gladers find a notebook filled with every single memory she has of WCKD#in neat bullet point lists better organized in a 2nd and 3rd notebook#each line marked 'useful' or 'useless'#and of course the ones marked useful are the ones that ARE strategically useful to the Right Arm
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gallusrostromegalus · 10 months
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I was raised agnostic and tend to remain ambiguous on theological matters.
-but my house has a porch on the second story that affords me a terrific view of my neighborhood and the Colorado Front Range and I was partaking of some peace before the 4th Of July Finger-Loss Festivities begin, and I have had a
~*Spiritual Experience*~
I just watched my neighbor try to unload an actual wooden pallet that had to have been forklifted into the back of his insecurity pickup worth of fireworks.
Except that he does not have a forklift in his garage.
He does have so much sports memorabilia and cardboard boxes of unsold MLM Merchandise and patriotically themed camping gear and posters of women in bikinis and flags of suspect political organizations in his garage that there is only BARELY enough space for the fireworks and certainly none for his truck.
So he had to unload the individual boxes of recreational explosives from the back of his truck and stack them in the minimal space he had cleared by hand. This is a tedious and time-consuming process as this neighbor has purchased a wide variety of recreational and locally illegal explosives instead of many of just a few types, so the individual boxes are rather small.
He begins, and this is crucial to what happens next, by cutting apart the industrial-grade saran wrap his explosives dealer had so carefully wrapped his merchandise in, and discarded it unsecured on his lawn.
Where Outdoor Conditions sometimes happen.
His process for unloading the fireworks is to 1. Climb up through the gate into the bed of his pickup truck (a feat made unusually difficult due to the slope of his driveway, and this man's fascinating decision to wear the world's Siffest and least Flexible Denim Overalls. 2. Once in the pickup bed, he selects ONE (1) box from the pile He is apparently from a niche religious institution that doesn't believe in stacking things. 3. Carries it awkwardly around the palette that barely fits in the truck bed 4. His wife yells "Be careful!" when he nearly falls out of the pickup. 5. He Yells "SHADDUP!" back at her. 6. The Large German Shepherd barks from inside the house. 7. He yells "SHADDUP!" back at her too. 8. He sets the (1) box down on the gate 9. Slowly and awkwardly climbs out of the pickup bed 10. picks the box back up, and carries it into the garage.
Question: Aren't you going to help this poor man? Answer: Absolutely Not.
There's four military veterans, MANY dogs, and several people with dementia in this neighborhood, all of whom are terrified by this chicanery every year and many neighbors have repeatedly asked him to maybe do the fireworks somewhere else. (This is the Eighth Year Running he's held a major demolition event in his driveway, and for those of you who can do math, you may be able to guess the precipitating incident to this little ritual) Additionally, I live in Colorado, a state marginally less prone to spontaneous and catastrophic conflagrations than a rotting grain silo, but only marginally. Our recreational explosives laws are written accordingly.
I am in fact calling the Non Emergency line to report Fireworks violations, and reading off the brand labels to someone named Dorothy, who is gleefully totaling up a SPECTACULAR fine for my oblivious neighbor.
However, while I'm on the phone with Dorothy, I notice the wind begin to pick up. and by "Notice" I mean "The Industrial Saran Wrap he left on his Lawn earlier is suddenly swept up about 100 feet into the air by an updraft intense enough to make my ears pop" And by "Pick Up" I mean "I look up to see the sky has turned a fun and exciting shade of glass green, and the bottoms of the clouds are bumpy and rounded, and the overall effect is not unlike looking up through the bottom of the cup at God's Matcha Boba Tea."
For those of you who do not live in places with Inclement Weather, these conditions mean "You have about 30 seconds before a Major Meteorological Event Occurs."
I move under the eaves. "Hang on Dorothy." I say, nose filling with Petrichor. "The show is about to be cancelled." "Oh, that doesn't matter!" Dorothy cheerfully informs me. "It's illegal for him just to possess those, no matter if he actually gets to set them off or not." "Terrific, because he's gotten maybe five boxes out of a hundred inside."
Sometimes, the weather gods are Merciful and give you a verbal warning, typically in the kind of thunderclap that makes your ears ring.
The Gods were not merciful today.
It's not often that I am in the time, place, correct angle or in a properly observational frame of mind to see this, But I got to see it today. Huh. I thought. I've never seen a cloud just DIVE for the ground before. Oh. I realized as it got closer. That's RAIN.
Sometimes, a thunderstorm will form in such a way that the rain that would normally be distributed over an area of say, five to tent square miles, is instead concentrated into an area of say, my neighborhood exactly.
So today, I was granted the rare privilege of being able to actually see the literal wall of water descend from On High and DIRECTLY onto my porch, my street, and my neighbor's truck, and his pile of unwrapped fireworks.
The sheer impact force of the downpour immediately scatters the teetering pile of fireworks boxes in the back of the truck, like the wrath of God striking down the tower of Babel. Boxes tumble, then are washed out of the bed of the truck by the deluge. Smaller Boxes are carried down the road in a little line by the stream forming in the gutter, like little impotent explosive ducklings.
My neighbor was definitely yelling something, but I could not hear what over the DEAFENING noise several million gallons of water makes upon high-speed contact with the earth's surface, but there was a lot of arm-waving and faces turning red as he went looking for the saran wrap that had probably blown to Nebraska by now, while his wife started disassembling the complex three-dimensional puzzle of interlocking material goods in search of a tarp. They do not have a tarp. They have one of those wretched Thin Blue Line flags though, and my neighbor jogs out in a futile effort to cover what's left in the truck.
Which is when the hail begins.
"HELLO?" Yelled Dorothy. "HI!" I shouted. "WE'RE HAVING SOME WEATHER!" "OH GOOD!" she shouts back. "WE NEED THE MOISTURE!"
I watch for a minute longer, but the loss was immediate and catastrophic- the hail is the size of marbles and dense and cares not for your pitiful cardboard and cellophane, ripping the boxes asunder and punching holes in the few things covered in plastic. The colors on the Thin Blue Line Flag are seeping all over the remains of that it was supposed to protect in a particularly apt visual metaphor. Not even the few boxes that made it into the garage are spared, as the German Shepherd escapes from indoors, and in an attempt to assist her humans, jumps directly into the small stack of not-yet-ruined boxes, scattering them into the driveway and deluge. She even picks one up so her humans will chase her around the yard, before dropping it in the gutter to be swept away.
So. I was raised Agnostic -but even I can recognize when God slaps someone upside the head and shouts "NO!" at them.
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thedevotionaltour · 23 days
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im not even a huge shipper of them i just see them in five trillion songs bc i always find the characters within music. also it's very easy for them. their soap opera romance allows for many songs on planet earth to be them. and karen's romance comic nature. destined for nothing but love that is her fate to embody it all the good and bad that love is for she is designed as a love interest. every song of heartache and love is about her for her entire identity is wrapped up within her love and hate for him..
#yes yes clearly i KNOW she IS more than that. but it'd about how that was her purpose. the purpose of her.#so it is wrapped up within her entire personhood. especially with a variety of contexts that exist within her creation and development.#to understand her at her core before she is allowed to be more as a person within the story is to know she is destined to always at the end#of the day. be matt's romance comic leading lady that's trapped within a superhero comic.#TO ME. i know it sounds reductive but for me it isn't. i think it helps to bring a lot of understanding to her and her actions and motives#is to remember her initial purpose. and then let her become more than that. because she will be squashed down over and over back into it#even though she often tries to break free. cursed forever by writers. poor gal#i am also willing to ppl going eiffel ur mega wrong. as i firmly firmly firmly have this as MY way of understanding i do not expect others#to hold this the way i do lol. i know it sounds like i reduce her but i am approaching her from a very very very specific angle within#my mind. esp bc my most experience with her? is her early vol 1 writing. and n.oc.enti. where she is lovey dovey and also upset with matt#so this is. very much influential to how i currently read her. I PROMMY IM NOT TRYING TO BE INSANE MISOGYNIST READING OF HER.#i just need everyone to understand my sincerity. guys she wanted to be living a saddle romances life and instead she wound up dead forever#static.soundz
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Just finished Haunting of Hill House, slssmjssmxjskxndksnxjdkdnxkdnxjxjd
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