#he’s like fifteen maybe

[allmyhomieshatelawns]

Hiiiiii everyone I’ve become obsessed w Trolls, and by extension, several of the AUs here. In particular, @djmurphy ‘s Hypno Pop AU has had me in its clutches. I couldn’t stop myself so I wrote a lil somethin’ in between working on my Feral!Branch AU.

Bit of a warning, it’s def unreliable narrator, and yes, it’s supposed to be kinda creepy. I hope y’all like, please do not copy or post to another site. Lmk what y’all think!

"Hee, hee, hee, hee, heh, heh, eheh…" It wouldn't stop, no matter what I tried, nothing would make it stop. My face hurt, my entire body hurt if I was being honest. It was getting harder to do that. My voice wasn't my own, instead spewing false, toxic positivity that made me want to scream. It was hard to be honest even inside my own head when the compulsions wouldn't leave me alone either.

Keep Smiling. The compulsions hurt, but it hurt worse to try and resist. Like my nerves were being burnt. The compulsions made it easier to go about my day-to-day. I always knew what I was supposed to be doing, and how to be a good troll like everybody else. It was comforting to have a safety net.

Keep Singing. This one was harder to obey, but somehow even more painful to try and ignore. Whether I obeyed or not, it felt like liquid fire in my veins. I watched it happen over and over and over again. Every time I opened my mouth to sing, I saw her push me out of the way instead. It was painful fighting to go grey. My vocal cords always felt shredded, and they had lost a lot of their angelic body, sounding raspy, damaged.

Go To King Peppy. My numb feet carried me to the King's pod that he shared with his youngest daughter. I wasn't supposed to talk about Viva either, which was wrong. Poppy should know about her older sister, even if she never got to meet her. I knew a little about my parents, even if they had been taken before my egg hatched. At least I knew my parents existed. I wonder what my brothers are up to…

Part of me yearned to have them home still, that same part I was scared was getting dependent on the string. I would feel my feet quickening as the power of the string would begin to fade, heading to King Peppy's door, knowing I wouldn't skip. It was horrifying to think part of myself actually liked being like this. I still remembered resisting, or trying to, hating every moment of this prison. I remembered trying to scream, trying to get anyone to help me and I couldn't make myself do anything. Oh after the first close calls King Peppy had made sure to put in the compulsions to 'never alarm anyone'. Now people didn't panic when they saw me, and it was all thanks to King Peppy!

I reached King Peppy's office, knocking politely and entering the room as he bid me. King Peppy helped me when no one else could. He was the only one able to help me get rid of my greyness, the only one willing to do what it took to make me normal. I owed him everything. My smile was blindingly painful.

"Ah, Branch, perfect timing as always." King Peppy smiled broadly, opening his arms for a hug.

I leapt into his arms, the contact feeling like licking flames.

King Peppy held me for a moment, before setting me back down. He reached into his hair, pulling out a nearly-empty lyre, with one glittering pink string on it.

My heartbeat quickened seeing it, eyes tunneling to focus on the horribly beautiful string. It glowed with its own light, drawing me in and re-thickening the haze over everything I saw. I felt my shoulders begin to relax as the haze crept further, like a wild animal with its eyes hooded.

A few plucks of the string, and I felt my mind wash away in a comfortable haze. All of the anxiety and negativity bleeding away to the innermost recesses of myself. It was such a relief to not have to deal with all of those pesky emotions! Now I could just be happy and sing and dance and have fun like everyone else!

I smiled, my face comfortably numb from the fresh effects of the string. "Thank you, King Peppy! I feel much better now!" I chirped, hardly able to see him at all through the haze.

"I'm so glad to hear that, Branch! Now, I've still got some work to finish up, why don't you run along and find someone to play with until you're called for dinner?" King Peppy chuckled as he suggested it, placing the sacred string back in its spot, safely in his hair.

The village was still bustling even at this hour, people skipping about and holding hands and singing and dancing. It was amazing.

My whole body felt like it was floating, like I was only connected to it by a tiny string. I waved and smiled at everyone who greeted me, even if I couldn't tell who had spoken to me. It unnerved me not being able to see more than a couple of troll-lengths away at best. No shadows to see a hand reaching down for–

"Hey, Branch! There you are! I was just looking for you!" Princess Poppy's cheerful voice broke in before a compulsion could correct my thought.

My head whipped around to her voice, my smile still painful, but a little more genuine. Princess Poppy was a sweet girl, even if she was annoying. She was perfect and would make an excellent queen one day.

"Princess! What can I do for you today?" I asked, kneeling down in front of her. She wasn't that much shorter than me, but I would take any excuse to get off of them. I had to stay fresh for more dancing, after all!

She beamed at me, somehow making it look effortless and completely sincere.

"One of the performers for my party tonight had to backout last minute. Would you be able to fill in? I don't need a full set or anything, just a couple of songs." Her voice was pleading, eyes big and pouty. She should know by now I can't say no to her.

"Of course, what's the theme for the party?" My grinning kept up, my lips not allowed to turn down in her presence.

"Thank you so much Branch you have no idea how much this means to me!" Poppy rushed out in one breath, leaping at me and hugging me tightly. I responded automatically, not having to think about hugging back. That was the nice thing about being a puppet in your own body at least.

#dreamworks trolls #fanfiction #hypno pop au #trolls branch #trolls poppy #trolls king peppy #trolls fandom #trolls world tour #drabble #idk why but I feel like a human trapped like this in their own head would turn into the Joker #it’s not gonna happen here #timeline is before the movie starts #beyond that #I know I didn’t make Branch 12 or anything #he’s like fifteen maybe #I will be making more #however idk how to like do things with posts #so if I make more it’ll be a separate post #but with the hypno pop au tag since that’s the official tag for this au #if this gets zero notes I’m going to Actually cry

[justplaggin]

— you are you. —

phase 19 raws (source)

#bsd #bsd manga #bsd fifteen #chuuya #bsdedit #bungou stray dogs #had a bit of time and put this together <- itty bitty contribution for chuuya week #maybe sources are no longer needed but i missed making the monthly post :D #anyway. THIS CHAPTER. HOSHIKAWA'S STYLE. hhhhrgh #*mangacaps #*edits #the translation isn't out yet (as far as i know) but i just felt like adding it here :3 #he calls rimbaud old man. drags his 'all' to sound like 'aaaaaall'. he's so silly shirase please don't stab him it's his birthday this week

[foe-paw]

I CAN FIX ANYTHING!

#starkid #hatchetfield #team starkid #ted spankoffski #time bastard #nightmare time #foe art #tbh i am completely aligned with tinky when it comes to ted spankoffski #put that guy in Situations! #see him run! see him jump! see him make the same mistakes or new exciting mistakes! #like honestly. 'the girl i liked moved out before i had the chance to confess so i'll be more confident' is a perfectly fine lesson #for a college-age youngun smdjksjdskjd #then after the first fifteen times he creeped someone out you'd expect him to learn Another lesson! skdjskdjskjdskdj #not this guy tho. refuses to learn anything! #give the bastard's box another shake to see if he maybe grows as a person- oh nope nvm #he had a heel realization in TGWDLM and failed to learn anything from that one too! smdsmdmksjdsjdksmd #stubborn as a goat is ted spankoffski! #fascinating!

[thegreatyin]

i love how roughly 2 hours into zwillingstürme the most screentime ebenholz has gotten so far has consisted entirely of him being 1) actively miserable and 2) actively suicidal. this is slash gen btw. i love it when my favorite blorbos just go through the absolute fucking wringer to end all wringers

#ebenholz's life is 2 million years in the pit of eternal agony and then 1 month of being on antipsychotics #then it's right back to the agony pit for that guy #yin-thoughts #arknights #it's interesting to me at this point that eben'z unironic response to a lot of Deeply Fucked Situations is maybe i should simply die #like. he did it in LE too. it's not just cause he's having a shitty week during zwillingstürme. this is just a consistent character thing #he's so fucked up. i love my fucked up little goat. i love him so much #he probably needs to see a licensed professional like fifteen yesterdays ago. unfortunately im not sure terra has therapy

[bigskydreaming]

But also I’m just saying, Scott McCall did not smirk like a smug asshole at the twins after taking apart one’s motorcycle to lure the other into getting caught with their motorcycle in the school hallway just for ppl to act like this guy was new to Shenanigans. Like. That was a Scott-Allison-Isaac group project, Stiles was nowhere near it, I know its been 84 million years since then but the myth of Scott having no sense of humor or prankster energy of his own will always make me itch irritably.

#im just saying it was like fifteen years of filing off this kid's every hint of an edge just so ppl could claim he has no edges and thats #why they dont like him #Scott was a conniving little shit in early seasons before the show turned his deliberately overdeveloped #sense of responsibility into an ouroborous that devoured him whole and overshadowed every other character trait #they'd previously packed into him #this metaphor possibly got away from me at some point #maybe #who can say really

[green-fifteen]

Day 8: Slow Blink

Prompt: Smile Fandom: The Witcher (TV) Pairing: Geralt & Jaskier Summary: Jaskier discovers something interesting about his companion. Word count: 1,404 read on ao3 instead

written for @fluffyfebruary

Jaskier had been traveling with Geralt for four years when he finally learned something absolutely fundamental about his friend. The witcher might disagree, but to Jaskier this was the most important discovery he'd made since he'd found the man himself.

It was a hot day and they were stuck in mud up to their ankles, trudging through some hovel right at the edge of a wide river.

"Why are we here, Geralt?" Jaskier had whined, lifting his hat to wipe the sweat from his brow. His companion had only grunted and walked on. "Geralt. Geralt! You know, I'm sure Roach would have a thing or two to say about you dragging her through this mire. We could catch a disease! What if we all get a parasite! And for what!"

He looked over at the horse in question to see what she thought of the situation, but Geralt moved in front of him to feed her a treat from the saddlebag.

"Roach is fine," he said. She did look fine-- crunching down on the hard, rooty end of a carrot and somehow making it through the mud like it was water instead of awful sludge that was trying to take Jaskier's shoes off his feet every time he took a step. He stopped walking, overheated and annoyed.

"That's it!" he cried. "I'm finding an inn--" he looked around at the sad little huts and gardens. "--or a tree stump, or somewhere I can go and wait for you to come back. This is ridiculous."

Geralt looked at him and said, "Okay," and gave him a look that clearly meant, Why should I care? It would be hurtful if Jaskier hadn't spent so much time with him. Geralt never wanted him to come with him on Witcher business. By now the bard was good at convincing himself it was solely because Geralt cared so much for his health and well-being.

Rolling his eyes, Jaskier made to turn around and stride away, forgetting for a moment that his shoes were firmly stuck in mud. He felt his bag drop first as he flailed his arms to steady his balance, and then he was tipping backwards as if in slow motion, gazing up at the unfairly blue sky as he finally landed on the ground. His lovely linen shirt squelched into the ground as his legs bent at the knee, his shoes still planted.

Roach stepped away, alarmed. Geralt patted her side reassuringly while his gaze was on Jaskier, who blearily noted how fetching his yellow eyes looked against the summer sky. As he watched, the witcher closed his eyes and opened them again, too long to be a blink but too short to be anything else.

Furrowing his brow, Jaskier stuck out an arm to Geralt, who sighed but heaved him out of the mud. His clothes and shoes left the ground with an awful sucking noise.

Subtly, he watched the witcher's face as he dragged himself back into order, wiping mud from his elbows and the backside of his satchel. After a few seconds, Geralt blinked, short and unremarkable. Jaskier was tempted to call it a fluke-- after all, blinking slightly longer than usual could mean anything, or nothing at all. On top of that, the bard was frustrated with Geralt, covered in mud, and wanted nothing more than to strip all his clothes off and plunge into a cold bath.

He simply said, "Right, well. I'll see you when you're finished, I assume." He tried to be subtle as he took Roach's sack of treats from the saddlebag, but it didn't work. The horse nosed at him and the witcher tilted his head and frowned even deeper.

"So you both come back," he quipped, trying to sound like he was joking even though he wasn't. "I'll just be taking this with me on my quest to find suitable lodgings. Don't be out too late, dear." He stuffed the sack into his own bag and carefully marched away.

Two days later, Geralt came back to the little riverside town, smelling truly awful and with the head of some hideous swamp-thing strapped to his saddle. Jaskier had been fortunate enough to find an old, unused stable and made himself a nice little bed out of smelly hay. He hadn't felt inspired to play (he wasn't sure anyone there would be able to pay him for the privilege) so he worked on composing new songs instead as he waited for the witcher to return.

When he did, Jaskier didn't notice at first, too busy staring into the distance and counting off lines of metered verse. He was sitting on a boulder on the riverbank with one foot on the ground and the other propped up on his seat. He had nothing with him but his lute and his leather-bound notebook.

He jumped when he felt something shove his shoulder. Roach was behind him, Geralt looming above on her back. He sprang to his feet.

"Geralt! The Lady Roach!" he said, then stopped. "What is that smell?"

Before Geralt could answer (or, more likely, not answer), Roach pushed him again with her nose. Then she pushed him again and he stumbled to keep his balance.

Geralt made a noise that might have been a sigh. "Where are her carrots, bard?"

Jaskier was trying to pet the horse into submission but she wasn't interested in being mollified and began to nose her way into his jacket.

"Is that what this is about? I have her little bag in the stable just there--," his voice cut off with a warble as Roach took a step forward, shoving Jaskier along with her, and he lost his battle to stay upright. For the second time in three days, Jaskier watched the earth turn to sky in front of his eyes as he fell backward, this time directly into the river.

When he came up spluttering, he saw Roach pawing the ground and the witcher standing next to her and staring at him. When their eyes met, Jaskier glaring in disbelief, Geralt closed his eyes again in that same long blink as before. Then he turned his head to look at Roach and did it again at her.

Jaskier stood up and dripped, looking around at the river. The water was cool and relatively clear. "There isn't an inn here, Geralt," he said. "This is probably the best place to bathe for several miles." He did want to grumble a bit at the hair plastered to his face and the soaked feathers in his hat, but the water felt like heaven in the summer humidity.

"Also, I can smell you from here."

Geralt huffed and looked away, but he tied Roach to a log and undressed. As he waded into the water and felt the grime and sweat wash away from him, he did it again. One moment his face was hard as the steel of his sword and the next his whole expression seemed to soften and his eyes fell closed, then opened again.

Jaskier felt epiphany close over him. Oh. He was reminded of the cats his sister had kept growing up. Their nurse had told them to watch and listen whenever they could because not every creature used words like they could. Pay attention to everything else, she'd said, and you'll get the message anyway.

Jaskier was paying attention. He was paying the most attention. He thought he might have just made the discovery of his lifetime. Namely, that the witcher Geralt, White Wolf and the Butcher of Blaviken, smiled. Not only that, but he did it often.

After that, Jaskier was on the lookout for Geralt's peculiar little smile. Unfortunately, he saw it most often directed toward Roach or whenever Jaskier managed to embarrass himself somehow. It wasn't until they'd been traveling together nearly ten years that he started to see it more regularly even when he hadn't just fallen over a tree stump or ripped his trousers.

When they met that spring, Jaskier spotted him at the stables before Geralt had turned around.

"Geralt!" he shouted, joy making his limbs feel light. He had stopped resisting the urge to hug Geralt somewhere around their seventh year, so he didn't hesitate before throwing his arms around the witcher, who simply looked down at Jaskier and blinked, long and slow.

He couldn't wipe the beam from his face for days.

#very late!! #but better than never #maybe? #the witcher #geraskier #geralt/jaskier #geralt x jaskier #fluffyfebruary #fluff #fluffy february #the witcher fanfiction #jaskier #geralt of rivia #this is inspired by that fic where geralt's eyes dilate when he sees something he likes #but taken to a very silly place #this is shorter than it probably deserves but i don't feel like making it any longer #fifteen fanfic #fifteen #green-fifteen #green-fifteen fanfic #fanfiction

[e-rated-beardo]

I had ✨A Thought✨ (about forgiveness)

I can't be the first one to connect these clips like this, but here goes...

Crowley doesn't like that he's a demon. He makes the best of it; our boy (gender neutral) is nothing if not able to adapt. But he resents having to be Evil(tm) by definition, seems to only just accept his snake side (under sufferance), has taken a more human name, distances himself from Hell any chance he gets, etc. And we all remember how he reacted to "you're the bad guys".

At the bandstand, he calls himself unforgivable. Aziraphale has just said "may you be forgiven" and snek's like "lol no did you forget i'm your eViL hEreDiTarY eNeMy" (poking in his own wounds again like he does it for a living); he puts himself down with references to his demonic nature as a sort of challenge to the angel and he's expecting to be rejected for what he is because he hates that part of himself. (And Aziraphale certainly has a habit of bringing that shit up, too; it's a self-defence mechanism, for sure, and Crowley isn't stupid, but I bet it still stings.)

But we know Aziraphale doesn't actually think Crowley is bad. (Right? Nobody believes he thinks that. RIGHT?? Please tell me no-one actually believes he thinks that)

He knew already by Job that Crowley is more "properly good" than most angels. He also knows Crowley has nothing but disdain for Heaven (if he hadn't picked that up by now he'd be very stupid, and it's underlined so many times in the show and the book that Aziraphale is not stupid). So what if when he says,

he's actually saying "you're not unforgivable, it doesn't matter what you are, you're better than all of them"?

He knows by this point that he has to leave, and Metatrash is most likely watching through the window so Aziraphale knows he can't say much or they'll be in trouble. Maybe this is all he could think of to communicate that Crowley is the best being he knows in all of Creation and that had he any choice, he'd pick him every time?

#maybe Crowley understood him #maybe he said “no nightingales” because he knew it wasn't OVER over but just that it was morning and Romeo had to leave Juliet for now #good omens #fan theory #good omens meta #final fifteen #ineffable divorce #or was it? #also if you're like me two months ago and haven't read romeo and juliet you should at least read act III scene 5 #thank you GO fandom for teaching me about literature i guess

[mitskiluvr]

that body never belonged to you in the first place

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jjk 261 spoilers #megumi fushiguro #sukuna #itadori yuuji #gojo satoru #kenjaku #chat am i exaggerating or are the horrors of having your body possessed real #the amount of times that a character has been possessed or had their body used as a weapon makes me nauseous #itadori being the main example #it made me so sick when he had to come back to himself after shibuya and see everything that sukuna did #like yeah i would throw up too #also i can’t think about megumi without getting a little sick to my stomach #maybe i’m just exaggerating bc i get emotional like that but #imagine having to watch ur sister kind of turn into a monster after a year of her being in a curse induced coma #and then you watch your friend also get his body possessed by the king of curses which then leads into YOU getting your body possessed by #the king of curses who then fights and kills your sister … in your body … #like yeah i wouldn’t wanna go back on the battlefield either #also they’re like fifteen and going through all of this like goddamn #too much bodily possession in jjk…. now gojo’s being reduced reused recycled #for good cause of course #but still #this is heavy

[quietwingsinthesky]

also like. he just lied to fourteen, right? that’s the takeaway from his line in the beatles episode about his soul being ripped in half? because he tells fourteen ‘you stay here, you get healed, so that i’ll be good to go’ but like. what if he was just lying. we assumed bigeneration works in a way that fourteen will linearly become fifteen eventually, but. maybe he doesn’t. maybe fifteen really does come from right there, that moment, the one he first appeared, and he looked at his other self and thought, at least one of us should get to be happy. and knew that fourteen wouldn’t unless he felt like he had a Goal: to heal so that fifteen would be okay Eventually.

so he told fourteen a lie, the kind of lie he knows he’ll believe because they are or were the same person. he knows what he needs to hear.

#or maybe fifteen did get better and im reading too deep into it but it REALLY. really. feels like he’s still very emotionally closed off. #while able to approach his past and his trauma and intellectualize it. he can’t or won’t actuallt engage with it. especially with ruby.

[goldensunset]

pov a huge twewy/ntwewy nerd visits shibuya part 2

ramen town baby!!! yeah i was not about to climb that whole hill even though it really wasn’t that steep. dogenzaka beloved

you only visit this place once in the main game but there are so so many things i could say about it. man the neku-josh-sho week 2 dynamic was the wildest and funniest thing in the world

spain hill (from above) (idk uhh what’s iconic about here?) (i didn’t trip on any haunted step that much i know)

the vibes of this place… not accessible until so late in the game (in both games) but so good both times. like the story beats that happened here were always excellent. i always loved being at shibuya stream in ntwewy it was beyond surreal stepping out of the station and just actually being here irl

le susukichi boss fight (and some more cool puzzles)

shibuya hikarie! not much to say here but the food you find here in ntwewy looked so good man i need to actually eat more while here

there are a few more actually oops! part 3 momentarily

#peach rambles #twewy #the world ends with you #neo the world ends with you #ntwewy #neo twewy #subaseka tag #mine: twewy #yeah sorry og twewy but ntwewy was a much stronger representation of what this town looks like #the twewy map was so confusing honestly #the 3D really helps in this case #only things i still could not instinctually find were o-east and udagawa #i didn’t find cat street but i think i would’ve if i had kept going i just didn’t feel like it #i mean we made it to tokyu plaza and takeshita street the other day but i wasn’t paying attention to the route we were taking #maybe we took part of cat street idk #i’m just thinking about the first time ya visit cat street in twewy and that fake mission lol #y’know it didn’t feel like it took me that long to get across all the corners of town #sure it was far away but like #y’know if you were walking and dealing with huge crowds and also trying not to be rude yeah it would take you wayyy more than fifteen min #but like neku was a ghost he didn’t have to worry about other people or his own physical stamina right #i feel like fifteen minutes was a doable challenge maybe? #if he’s running and has no physical drawbacks and also knows where he’s going already

[iwritenarrativesandstuff]

ok so there's a lot I could comment on here but honestly just.

what the fuck.

(From BSD Fifteen light novel)

#what old times. WHAT old times????? #they have a history i swear on it #we know dazai wandered for a bit and was offered to join the sheep... he also somehow is a person the mafia would trust as a witness?? #who could enter the boss' room????? #make it make sense??? #and maybe 'karma' is about mori and dazai's plot to assassinate him #that's probably it but... he wasn't even coherent at that point #and then the no longer human drop #i am unsure if the translation is accurate or not... it's yen press's version #but even so. interesting. #i am begging the latest adaptation of fifteen to drop us another crumb of old boss backstory so i can jump on it like a ravenous beast #bsd #bsd fifteen #bsd dazai #bsd old boss #bsd rimbaud

[todayisafridaynight]

sorry that im obsessed with him <- is not sorry

#snap chats #this is my favorite cutscene in the game it has everything i want and need #i love that first screenshot so much......... top ten frames of ryo aoki ever #i want an aoki photocard of it wahhh hes so cute and pookie </3 #i also like the hand detail we see int he second one....... very nice.... #i love this cutscene cause he gets deadnamed live and thats still the funniest thing to ever happen in rgg to me #'sir youre trending theyre beating your ass in the qrts' DO NOT CARE THAT I MADE THAT JOKE ALREADY. I WAS REAL FOR IT #anyway hes sooooo cuute sorryyy thats my truth #he just looks like a little lad <- hes 43. or wouldve been (;´༎ຶД༎ຶ`) #every time i remember the game being like 'ryo aoki is young as hell to be doing this bullshit' i cakcle #maybe he just /looks/ too young yk... round faces be damned you will never look older than fifteen #i still stand that he constantly looks lke he got a frog in his mouth #oh but. Genuine Appreciation Time it is very cute how this cutscene starts with him lit so well and then just. Dark LOL #VERY OBVIOUS AND EASY SYMOBLISM BUT I DONT CAAARRREEE i always live for it #anyway he cutie patootie awwww i wanna pinch his cheeks and then shove him back into a locker

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

Ayo come get your Howdy soup while it’s…uncomfortably warm and acidic

prolongedslurpingsound.wav

#im picturing everyone gathering around The Chrysalis with silly straws #Partake In The Soup. Partake In The Soup. #howdy emerges and he's short now #they straight up drank half of him #rambles from the bog #yassified howdy <3 #my first thought reading this ask was the COME GET YALL JUICE vine #actually wait now you have me wondering... Would it be warm and acidic #warm.. yeah probably there's a lot of activity goin on & energy being used #acidity... hold on im doing Research for this gimme a sec #well for yall reading this its instantaneous. for me ive had this ask open for fifteen minutes #alright so caterpillars have been described as tasting nutty / leafy / earthy / meaty #just saw one description say 'if trees were made of meat thats what they taste like' #and caterpillar Soup is very very Very protein-rich #now lets look up what chitin looks like since im 90% certain thats what chrysalises are made of #hmmm the only things im seeing is it would either be mostly tasteless or nutty #then lets look at the flavor of enzymes... im seeing sour notes... #this taking too long okay Basically caterpillar soup #would be protein-y maybe a little leafy or sour... hints of nuttiness... and of course the overwhelming flavor of Guilt & Disgust #thank you for listening to this ted talk. im getting nauseous thinking about what the texture must be like

[turnleft]

do you ever think about how in journey’s end donna thought she had nothing else to live for, but in the star beast she had something (someone) to die for

#like!!!! in JE she chose death because there was truly no reason for her to live #(ofc the doctor did not let her die and he wiped her mind against her wishes to die as the doctordonna) #and then in the star beast she chose death because of rose. because of shaun. because of sylvia and wilf and all of london #ofc tsb isn’t the first case of donna agreeing to risk her life/sacrifice herself for someone else #she jumped in front of ten when the racnoss empress ordered to shoot him #‘never mind us’ in fires of pompeii #the suicide in turn left (and she didn’t even know the doctor in that universe and still gave her own life for him) #ANYWAYS back to my point #the difference between her choosing death because her old life is so depressing vs her in TSB choosing death bc her old life needs saving #you can say she was pretty much suicidal in JE #and fifteen years later she got her own family. a husband. a daughter that she loves more than anything. a mother who actually appreciates- #-her. #maybe i’m connecting random dots but i think it’s a beautiful example of why you should always keep going. things WILL get better. #my posts #donna noble

[nancywheeeler]

very frustrating when you have something you really want to say but you're missing half the words you need to say it

#i've drafted the same text post like fifteen times #basically: the 'glow up' of colin bridgerton makes me pretty uncomfortable #luke newton would have had to have been doing a marvel-level fitness regime to look the way he does now in such a short period of time #all to live up to a bullshit beauty standard of how a romantic lead should look #and the show itself is leaning into it! in this season of all seasons! #the one that's supposed to be challenging the idea only certain body types can be seen as desirable #maybe i'm not in the right circles and people are talking about this but yeah.........the whole thing is just weird and hypocritical #a shout into the void

[skylilac]

this book is acruakly soooo disappointing

#i was thinking like oh religion and queer angels and culty stuff that sounds fun but its actually SO BORING #every fifteen pages he started talking abt his ex like i still love him and also hes ENGAGED???? but he keeps saying betrothed like a weirdo #and like hes literally still in love w his ex but i KNOW thats not the real li but hes talked to the real li like six times maybe #like why put a love triangle if everythings lame and boring #and like the workd building fucking sucks its so bad all i know is global warming made it rlly rlly hot #and ok i get this kinda dystopian setting is hard to pull off but why is it SO fucking jarring i keep forgetting its dystopia #and like listen i get queer rep being important but this is SO BAD. #its like modern queerness + future dystopian apocalypse and it fucking sucks #like nothing abt queerness evolved over the last few decades?? are you fr?? we’re still having the exact same queer discourse?? #if youre gonna write a love letter to queer survival at least be fucking CREATIVE #im not buying that human culture stayed totally static except for global warming and a religious apocalypse #what abt race what abt sports what abt food what abt jewelry and clothes and ughhhh this is so boring #ok and the li also has no personality traits bc every time hes there alk the mc says is #wow! he has floppy hair! that he pushes back w bobby pins! #oh my i dont know how to use the bobby pins he gave me so im gonna dramatically throw them on the floor when we have our only fight! #ALL I KNOW IS. he has floppy hair it might be black #this book fucking sucksssss im so upset i hate gr reviews #avery rambles