helloooo my dearest darling listeners, i am back on my soapbox to regale you all with the marvelous things i witnessed/experienced on my Whimsical As Fuck™️ three hour drive today. not necessarily in order <3
some cute does with bigass floppy ears / very sweet waitress who called me "hon" and put the most tasty looking crepes on my table / a pair of hawks divebombing a golden eagle / a kite (the bird) / a flock of magpies / some GORGEOUS scenery / a rainbow / lovely rain sprinklings / MORE gorgeous scenery, i mean what the fuck / fields of purple/orange/red tipped bushes / a meadow of buttercup-yellow very tall grass, in which many picturesque trees stood / lots of fluffy, adorable, tasty cows / a large herd of likely-feral horses with a wonderful variety of patterns & colors / the fluffiest husky ever / the juxtaposition of cold wind through an open window + warm sunlight / the most stunning snow-coated mountain of whites and blues in the sun, wreathed in clouds / no seriously some really fucking Gorgeous scenery, i was near tears with some of it
if anyone has any problem making sense of the way i interpret Kaiba just remember this: Tea Gardner looks at him one day and has the dawning realization "hes like a lesbian of some kind" this should make all the pieces fall into place
my mom said my cats cant live with us in the trailer which . i just can’t do that man i cant live w/o them they are my only reason for getting up everyday,..... they’re the only thing i have irl that makes me smile or feel any amount of joy or anything whatsoever. i wonder if i could get my own used trailer too,,,,, i was looking & there r RVs for 12k,, if only i could get hired somewhere maybe i could afford it by summer :(
fundamentally im incapable of accepting compliments or simply positive comments about myself but my presentation went well and apparently the prof and the class both thought it was very good esp for a first try 👍
IW fr just felt like yokoyama's cope for killing Aoki off and then regretting it
im not saying yoko shouldve ryuji'd aoki but im just saying maybe the aoki-lives truthers were onto something if not copium but serving a warning for what was to come
man my day got completely derailed by bee posting sandduo i am SO HAPPY RIGHT NOW IOJFWEKLFJKLSJKL PEAK VIBES KJSDFKJDS I HAVE NEVER VIBED HARDER IN MMY LIFE JFKSDKDJFJSD
now to remember what the heck i was going to write before i got distracted...
So question bout your latest masterpiece, is Ruby under the control of Neo since I can see Ruby's eye is pink or is that just a clone
clone. i just think what if you found companionship in the facsimile of the person you hate the most because the idea of seeing the face of the person you failed makes you sick to your stomach? what if there was no roman clone but just a ruby who is everything neo THINKS of ruby, who's cold and callous and cruel and mean and neo can beat the fuck out of her and she comes back like a loyal dog every time and fights back and hurts neo back just as bad.
"what is this about?! roman torchwick?! you want me to apologize?! well that's too bad!" ruby yells and her own voice answers "no."
like a more fucked up version of the herbalist's test. "i can't wait to watch you break," not-ruby says with a chilling smile, holding neo aloft. ruby's broken, twisted mirror spitting all the vile things neo thinks of her and ruby secretly thinks of herself. she blames her for penny dying, for not being able to save pyrrha, for ironwood's descent into madness.
there's something to be said about the idea of headcanons, and of plastering bits you resonate with onto pre-written characters, in an effort to "see yourself" in them. it's not malicious at all, but sometimes I wonder what the whole purpose of it is.
if it's for some kind of representation, to see certain ideas or traits manifest in a story you like, i would understand but also tell you to just like....go read something else. instead of ordering a hawaiian pizza minus the pineapple, just order a ham and cheese pizza. if that makes sense. lots of people on here love to post all about their favorite stories with queer headcanons, but refuse to take the step outside their realm of comfort and read something that has those queer themes actually interwoven into the story.
other times, people claim to do it just to see themselves reflected more in their favorite characters. which feels equally as flimsy to me. if you can't emphasize or even find enjoyment in a story if the characters dont resemble you (or an idealized you) in some way, then. idk. maybe work on that or something
The way she stuck with her throughout all, good and bad, even when the times were rough and they got separated, she always came back, because they need each other. Because a part of one's soul has been ingrained into the others heart like a hot iron branding.
It's the way they matured together, the way they explored life together.
Tabitha came from a life where she was but a weapon for her brother to use. She wasn't a human, she was merely a hitman. Living in the shadows of a pathetic man, being denied the humanity and respect she deserves.
And Barbara could relate to her. She was brought up to become a cliché housewife. A blonde, rich little girl that was gonna become married to a good policeman. Her life had been planned out for her even before she could talk.
They met each other in a moment of chaos, and found peace within the others embrace.
A peace that was disrupted many times, yes, but that persisted throughout it all. The candle's fire dimmed, but never went off.
Barbara saw the intelligent, caring and loving human that was behind the war machine that Tabitha was made to be, and Tabby fell in love with the woman that understood her.
Barbara helped Tabby regain the humanity she was denied, and Tabby helped Barb to realise that she didn't need a man or anyone else for herself to be worthy. Worthy of love, of respect, worthy of a nice life.
Barbara had not only found someone that understood her, but also someone that loved her for who she was. Not like Jim, who loved the "sane version" of her, who wishes for her to change and go back to who she wasn't. Tabitha saw the true Barbs and she decided to stick with her, be with and for her. She was her pillar of support, of unconditional love (although sometimes rough). And she was taken away from her in front of her eyes.
The love of her life, the only one that saw her for who she was and loved the true version of her, was ripped away from her. Her reason to strive and get better, her will to live, gone.
The fact that Barbara not only went behind Tabitha in what was essentially a suicide mission, she PUT HERSELF in the middle of the gunfire in a last attempt to get revenge, heartbroken and desperate. Something she would NEVER do for anyone else. If she had to go, it might as well be avenging the only person that truly ever loved her, die by her side, asking for forgiveness for all the ways she erred Tabitha.
The scream she let out when she saw Tabitha's eyes lose the beautiful glimpse they once had was HEARTWRENCHING. Never once has she acted this way about anyone else because never has she cared so deeply about anyone else
And Tabitha's last words being "Barbara, don't", meaning to not do anything that could get her killed or harmed out of revenge, just adds even MORE to the heartbreak because even in her dying moments, even in the agonising pain that is getting stabbed through the heart, she cares about Barbara. Even when the world is getting blurry, and the tiredness is scarily taking over, even then, the safety and health of Barbara are her priorities.
k im back and am no longer experiencing the visceral feeling that i am being hunted for sport despite being tucked in nice and cosy into my warm safe bed
i know this isnt even real because i remember with stark clarity the cycles i used to have at 15 and how they fucked with my head and how they made me feel physically, but fucking hell this one is Bad(tm). like its not even bad. ive had worse even before What Shant Be Mentioned. but its Bad(tm) yknow. fuck.