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sleepymaddy · 7 months
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greenfiend · 8 days
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I just gotta say it’s an interesting choice to have a closed curtain behind Lover’s Lake in the same episode as Murray gives his curtain speech (2x05 Dig Dug).
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earlgodwin · 5 months
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"Prince to you, not a brother."
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lesbiankordian · 1 year
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you know how Dazai makes references to the princesses? he should now make one about Chuuya and the Little Mermaid:
her natural habitat is water
she's ginger
she lost her voice (and Chuuya is under sb's control now)
she became a different species at one point in her life
she was used for her voice (and Chuuya for his ability)
also Dazai'd laugh his ass off if he called Chuuya 'little'
#also little chuuya didn't know what bread and other such things were#just like Ariel#ariel was curious of the human world and did everything to be a part of it#and when she revealed to eric her real identity he didn't care and loved her the same#DO YOU KNOW WHO THAT REMINDS ME OF? (soukoku)#how dazai didn't look at chuuya any different. even was mesmerized every time chuuya used corruption#in andersen's og story little mermaid wants to marry the man bc only then will she have an eternal soul like humans do#and in sb chuuya said he didn't believe a HEARTBEAT suited him#in the og version the man marries sb else and the mermaid's sisters give her a dagger so she can revenge on him but she chooses not to#in the end she doesn't marry a man so doesn't get an eternal soul#but the spirits? see her selflessness and give her a chance to get the soul changing her to be a spirit#the choice not to kill the prince reminds me of when chuuya had to choose between using corruption or finding out the truth abt himself#(doesn't suit the story but I imagine the sisters as the flags 😭)#back to the disney version:#ariel isn't but wants to be human. eric is mesmerized by her and loves her anyways. both see the humanity in each other#i'll just leave it here#bungou stray dogs#soukoku#chuuya#dazai#additionally: ariel saved eric's life. AND CHUUYA GAVE DAZAI THE REASON TO LIVE OMFG#also the sisters in the og story could be verlaine. yk revenge on the humans#at first i was writing it as a joke#but now if dazai ever calls chuuya little mermaid in the manga you will not her from me again because i will ascend#do other Dazai's princess jokes hide so much meaning? probably yes#mermaid soukoku#bsd chuuya#bsd dazai
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faunandfloraas · 1 month
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Lee Knows ears going red when he's embarrassed >> anything else in the world
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"Everything characters say is made up!" STFU MCR5 IS REAL!!!! 😩 HE REVEALED THE NAME OF THE ALBUM!!!!
(I'm delusional again)
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krikeymate · 1 year
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I'm thinking about a bigger age gap.
Sam's 10 years old and spoilt rotten when her mother discovers she's pregnant. She doesn't realise for the longest time, never really shows much signs until the end, and by the time she does, it's too late. She doesn't know who the father is, it could be her husband, it could be... well, there were others. The baby's small, comes out early, and who's to say when she was conceived. She has her mother's complexion, her dark hair and dark eyes, and Christina gets to keep on lying.
Sam's not sure about the baby at first, everyone made it sound like things would change so much once it got here. But things don't really change at all. Her mother still always has time for her, and she isn't kept awake all night from screaming. Her parents are a little more tense, but it doesn't seem to change anything for Sam at all.
One night, Sam can't sleep. She's awake thinking of all they learned in class. About pregnancies, and babies, and all their needs and how to look after them. She can't stop thinking about it, there's just this voice in the back of her head nagging her, telling her there was something wrong, but she can't quite figure it out. It feels important.
Her feet find her way to the baby's room.
It's cold, the window's open, the room lit up from a nearby streetlamp. The tiny thing is awake with its hand in her mouth, big brown eyes staring up at her. Sam finds she can't look at them for long, it makes something in her chest ache. She doesn't know why.
She reaches out to touch the baby instead, she's icy cold. Sam thinks of what they learned in class, how much babies cry to tell us what they need, how often they need to eat, how they can't regulate their body temperature. She drags her fingers down its chest and thinks of how quiet it always is, how it never cries. How little her parents seem to feed her compared to how much her teacher said they should.
The thing whimpers when she draws her hand away, and in an instant, her hand is back on its chest, fingers spread against the bare skin, the cold suffocating out her warmth. She doesn't know what possesses her to do it, but she picks the baby up, careful to support her head the way they taught her in class. It's so small and light in her arms, she almost feels like a doll.
She watches the way it suckles on its own fingers and wonders when she was last fed. Mother fed her at breakfast, and again at dinner. She wonders if there was anything in between, there's a heaviness in her stomach as her brain goes no. She doesn't know what mother does when she's at school, but something inside of her is certain she knows what the answer isn't.
So Sam carefully creeps down the stairs, baby in her arms, determined to feed it. She's watched her mother make the formula before, curious, she thinks she can manage it. She puts the baby on the armchair, and takes the blanket from the back of the couch to wrap around her, making a nest so the baby can't fall. It whines again when Sam puts her down, but Sam hushes her softly and tells her she'll be right back. The baby can't understand, but it felt right to say.
She makes up a bottle, and checks the temperature, and returns to the armchair. She picks the baby up and settles herself down and tugs the blanket over her lap. The baby drinks the bottle so fast that Sam's worried it might choke, the way she does when she chugs down her own drinks. But the baby finishes the bottle and it feels like there's a balloon in her chest when it yawns and nuzzles against her chest, tiny hand tangling in her t-shirt.
Maybe the baby isn't so bad, she thinks, curling herself into the seat. She doesn't want to take the baby back upstairs to her cold lonely room. No, she can sleep right here in her arms, safe and warm. It feels right. She'll tell her mother in the morning about what they learned in class, remind her the baby needs to be fed more and that she's too cold. Maybe she just doesn't know. She ignores the voice in her head that says she knows.
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ear-motif · 1 year
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alana: abigail honey you went through. extreme trauma. ya gotta talk to people who understand you
abigail: ok well women who were brutally abused dont get me. ya know who does? my new serial killer dad and that sweaty guy he follows around
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caramellody · 6 months
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Not me making an au where Ken ACTUALLY died (allegedly) in the original 10/4 but was saved by the kirijo group (to be used as a weapon. allegedly), but then it doesnt turn on so its deemed a defect and is dumoed out in the trash only for him to ACTUALLY wake up, be so overwhelemed by hisnsituation he forcibly locks his memories untila situation that forces those memories back out.
anyway hows your day going ;v
tagging in @n00dl3gal bc yknow. they were there for the whole ride fkdjdjdj
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itspileofgoodthings · 8 months
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I know I’m talking to an empty theater here but the writing on that episode of Lark Rise to Candleford where Robert loses his tools (and so the means to feed his family) and is facing destitution and then runs into the young guy who’s in love with his daughter and then uses the moment not to take out all his angst and anger on Fisher but to ask him if he’s ready for all that marriage and staying and giving up his life on the road actually means thus forcing Fisher to admit that he isn’t ready for it—-
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#and it’s just so brilliant because we’ve watched Robert suffer so deeply the entire episode#because of how crushing the weight of parental responsibility and poverty can be!!!#and he sees this guy that loves his daughter but has no understanding of the life that that love could and should and will lead him to#if he chooses to stay. this guy who’s just living in the moment and in the feelings of the moment but whose love is not strong enough#to endure the sacrifice that would be required of. well. ordinary married life in a small town!#and Robert uses all his wisdom to force him to admit that he’s not ready for it and doesn’t want it#and then it gets even more brilliant! because after Fisher leaves and Laura is heartbroken and angry#he presents her with the same reality/question but from HER side#her being like ‘how dare you make him not stay’ and Robert being like ‘and did I force you not to go with him?’#‘were YOU ready to give up your whole life and world for him? to make it work? or did you want your life AND him’#it’s the have your cake and eat it too truth in this case. their lives didn’t fit together and their love was real in a way#but not real enough to weld their different lives together without both of them hating each other in the end#idk it’s just BRILLIANT and I love it so much#because it unfolds so truthfully and all of the pieces of the story fold into each other so that it a) hits exactly as hard as it should#and b) reveals the truths of things so clearly and so accurately#Robert is so annoying so much of the time but he was a fatherly icon in this ep#lark rise to candleford
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68percentinfatuated · 1 month
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Y'all Ill be so real I think it's over for us, the men are getting a little too outta wack. I already have one foot out of the water and tbh the water now seems like it's electrocuted and there might be eels. Peace out y'all
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hyperfixatinator · 13 days
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So it's canon that Santa was one of Batman's mentors, right?
And Tim (and the rest of YJ) watched Santa get killed right in front of them, right?
Does Bruce know Santa died? If not, then imagine Tim leaving Bruce Christmas presents addressed from Santa to hide the fact his past mentor is dead.
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chirpsythismorning · 1 year
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☎️🎲 🤼‍♂️ ✈️🚪 ➡️ 🫀🎮⌛️
Slipping Through My Fingers by ABBA
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previous ⏮️ now playing ⏭️ next back to playlist
#platonic elmike#stranger things#bizarre love triangle playlist#mike wheeler#mike's pov#mike is still a hard nut to crack for me...#this scene in particular i'm still not certain about#i do think it was riddled with his very consistent tactic of stalling#but he's also of course relieved to hear el say she missed him#perhaps this is him thinking "oh thank god she doesn't hate me'#while also having to accept in real time that will was perhaps right that el still needs him... but is he up for the task of el's bf?...#and so he's sort of trying to work out how he can finally just do this to do right by el#which comes with the fear that he is indeed going to lose her when it all comes crashing down inevitably like it already has and is#either way i think he's contending with the fact that losing el may be inevitable#that's why he's having such a hard time lying to her in the first place#bc he knows lies lead to the truth eventually being revealed#and so he just feels her slipping through his fingers no matter what he does#he imagined this future with her (and will) where they stayed connected to each other no matter what#but mike's scared that future won't be possible once all is revealved#i think will's whole speech in the van has mike even more conflicted#bc his feelings for will are very strong at this point#and so even if he believes that this is truly how el feels as of now...#he also probably knows deep deep down that he wishes (still hopes) it was will's feelings#which makes going through with this even harder#not to mention all the parallels between mike and hopper ('not hopper...not mike... you!')#these two male figures in el's life who rescued her from a horrible situation are having a hard time coming to terms with her growing up#like yes she's growing and 'slipping through your fingers' but that's okay!#you don't have to lose her forever just because she doesn't have to rely on you anymore!#4x09#gif
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bafflement · 11 months
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Deaged Oz AU - Meeting Atlas Council
"Well, General? You called this emergency meeting of the council, after all. What did you need to tell us? That magic is real? Again? We know. There are records we managed to access after the last time you informed us." The old woman's voice was soft, but vastly disapproving. Ironwood flinched slightly, while behind him Tip couldn't quite suppress an amused snort.
"... well, whoever you are? Step out and let us see you, don't be shy. After all, this meeting seems to be partially about you, after all..." The same woman kept talking, not letting James get a word in. Tip shrugged and stepped out, looking up at the large circular table. He didn't seem the slightest bit nervous or intimidated by any of them, not even the empty chair which Jaques Schnee might have occupied if he had lived. The woman nodded to him, seemingly approving. Nobody had noticed The Long Memory just yet.
"Bad form, that, child." Another member broke in. "Atlas colors are blue and silver, meeting with us should really have been done in our own colors." In fact, the entire council was in blue of one sort or another. As a color block it was impressive. As a statement, however, it bordered on the ridiculous. Vale had never done anything of the sort as long as Tip had known them. But then, ostentatiously overblown statements fitted Atlas rather well.
"I'm far more comfortable in green." He shrugged, looking a little fed up and not at all abashed by being called out. The man rolled his eyes slightly, muttering something derogatory to himself.
"Well, child? Introduce yourself." The old woman prodded, but her eyes had narrowed slightly, seemingly searching for something in Tip's face. From the way her lips whitened, he had a horrible feeling that she might have found what she was searching for. By her age, she could quite easily have known Winter Schnee, after all, and the gap between ten and almost twelve was far less than that between ten and thirty six.
"My name is Wintertip Pine and I'm the current incarnation of the wizard." His voice was calm and even, Vale accent obvious. There was a shocked silence broken only by James' aggrieved sigh.
"You couldn't have told them a bit more gently?"
"You're the one that wanted me here and it's my secret, not yours." Tip murmured, rebelliously. The other council members seemed to still be in shock though the old woman looked amused again.
"Oh good. The General has needed someone who can stand up to him for awhile now. I'm rather glad that's you, Winter... tip." Tip winced, she definitely knew, then.
"Prove it." A rather thickset man demanded, flatly. "Still not sure I believe in magic, but if you want me to believe that the current wizard is a child, I'll need proof. We all will."
Tip sighed and gestured. A glass on the table lifted as though cradled in a crackling green net. The man who'd tried to tell him off for wearing green instead of blue blinked at it and nodded a brief apology. After all, dressing to match your aura was also a long standing tradition by now.
"All that proves is that you have some form of a Telekinesis semblance." The heavyset man snorted. Tip let the glass rest back on the table, shrugged and called up his shield. That was rather harder to argue against. Either single example could easily have been his Semblance, but both of them?
There was a soft swearing coming from one of the council members now, though. Tip met their incredulous glare and almost flinched himself. He knew that face. Oh no... not now. He had been rather hoping to get through this as merely Wintertip Pine, not the rest of it. After all, the lady may have recognised Winter Schnee but she hadn't overtly pointed it out yet. Bruin would.
"Okay, explain. Why are you a child, and why call yourself Wintertip? Also, the Wizard? Really?" Bruin sounded rather more amused than Tip might have preferred, though the fact that they'd been friends for years didn't really help. He sent a dark look at James, annoyed than neither of them had seen fit to inform him that Bruin was on the Atlas Council. Right, then...
"There was an... incident. When the Fall Maiden attempted to kill me, things backfired rather. I woke up as a child and no, I'm still not entirely sure precisely why. However, I do appear to be growing up again, so it could always have been rather worse. Of course I'm the wizard, who else would have this bad a luck except Qrow?"
Most of the council was staring at the pair now. That Wintertip wasn't actually a child was, well, slightly less shocking than it probably should be. He hadn't acted the slightest bit like an eleven year old, after all. But Bruin was one of their newest members, drafted in when Lark Winchester had pled circumstances and stepped down for awhile. If they truly knew this boy that was seemingly the wizard, though, then maybe they would be too valuable to lose.
"Well, child? I assume there might be slightly more to your identity than you may have admitted to us. Care to share the rest of it?"
Tip sighed again. "Hello, I'm Wintertip Schnee Pine Ozpin. Better?" He sounded very, very fed up now, sending another rather poisonous look to Bruin who looked rather more shocked than amused now. So he hadn't known about the Schnee bit, then...
"What do you mean, Schnee? If you're Winter Schnee, what the hell were you doing in Vale?" This was demanded by an older man seated near the old woman who had first spoken, looking at him incredulously. "We can deal with the fact that you're Ozpin later, but if you're Winter Schnee and you're the wizard... that's an act of war!"
"Not really? They didn't actually kidnap me, apparently. They just snatched me from those that did. That was a good thing, too, since Jaques Schnee paid to have me murdered."
"That doesn't matter, they should have given you back." There were nods of agreement to this, but Tip just shook his head.
"If I had been given back, the likelihood is that he would have just tried again. The more attempts made, the more likely one could succeed. As it was, I at least lived to adulthood in Vale. It might not have been as comfortable as it might have been amongst my own family and those that loved me, but at least I was relatively safe. The only war that matters now is the one against Salem, please don't try to start one with Vale merely because I'm alive?"
The council glanced at each other, seemingly touched [and probably slightly worried] by Tip's gentle pleading.
"We'll see. We will need to let them know at some point that we know what they did, however... at least until the Salem debacle is over with, we won't press anything. But Winter? You're ours, our incarnation of the Wizard, not theirs. They have no claim on you."
Tip bowed his head, waiting to be dismissed. When they gave the nod, he eagerly escaped the stifling room, finding Qrow and Winter waiting for him outside. He nodded to them, looking weary, all the nerves he had not allowed himself to show suddenly evident.
"There won't be a war with Vale. I hope, so that's a good thing at least? Can we get out of here? I hate politics..." The other two shared a speaking glance over the top of Tip's tousled silver hair and followed him down the corridor. If it came to it, they could probably sabotage any interkingdom war effort well enough.
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onyxhellebore · 4 months
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I'm still thinking about Sorry to Bother You and frankly always will be.
Detroit's performance piece will especially stick with me forever, because it is so brilliant in what it encapsulates. The facade she puts on to gather everyone there together with her own "white voice" only to create a piece that utterly obliterates the facade.
Her piece says, "This is my body as the body you exploit to enjoy the creature comforts of our society. Will you harm it to my face? Will you accept seeing my body harmed? Will you feel guilty after?"
And the answer is a resounding yes to the first two, and I think in that moment we really do see why she loves Cassius and why she ultimately chooses him. Because Squeeze buys into the art of it, puts the message over the person, and that's appealing for a second, right?
But Cassius looks at her being hurt and says no, I can't stand here and watch this happen to you. And that's why she loves him.
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narwhalandchill · 5 months
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seeing an actually interesting theory on the sibling on the lore subreddit after 84 years of "omg third descender" "do you think the sibling is 3rd descender" "truth come out does sibling is gnosis?" "hear me out its the third" when thats just... so bland and predictable in the hoyo red-herring (HOPEFULLY.) kinda way feels like im neuvillette tasting mondstadts water (crisp and pure) after 6 months of meropides rusty tap water diet
thank you op i owe you my life. sibling 3rd descender theory is the bane of my existence
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