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#it’s such a good trope
killiansprincss · 7 months
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Okay we all love when the morally gray villain first calls the girl he loves by her real name and not a nickname or surname, and we have that in captain swan anyway with him calling her ‘Emma’ when he’s worried or she’s in trouble but we also have the reserve; right before their kiss at the end of s3 Emma goes “I wanted to thank you, Killian.” And it pauses before she continues and you can see in his eyes like she just said my name, she’s called him hook all the time but now she’s calling him Killian and it is a big deal
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unavidas · 2 years
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rings of power made me think about Galadriel and Celeborn pulling a dramatic reunion of long lost/presumed dead loved ones trope
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agnerd-bot · 25 days
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I think one of my all time favorite tropes in fiction is ‘the villain is just an absolute loser’.
I don’t mean in the, ‘this villain is a total goober who never succeeds in his plans and comes back every week to try again’ sense. I mean in the sense that ‘they look like a menace and they’re a genuine threat to our heroes, but when you pull back the curtain you realize that at their core, they’re just a sad, pathetic loser trying to prove they’re not’.
They’re not right. They don’t have a point. They aren’t the hero. They’re just a loser.
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thebelovedlion · 1 year
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One of my favorite tropes is when someone reveals some news about themself or someone else, and another person in the room hands a third a handful of money, confirming they had a bet on such a revelation
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bezuss · 9 months
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when will they learn that it never works
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dingledraw · 1 month
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A short comic about Crowley’s hair🐍
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duchess-of-new-shire · 7 months
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Love ships where its like some guy with autism and his special interest is his wife
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prokopetz · 5 months
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Creating a soulslike where all of the endings are turbo-horny in wildly incompatible ways and watching the fandom argue about which one is the "good ending".
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tragedykery · 1 year
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the best characters are ones that suffer from a chronic case of Dramatic Cunt Syndrome
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hoperays-song · 9 months
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The three distinct types of found family:
Commits crimes together.
Fights crimes together.
Constantly switching back and forth between the other two at a horrifying speed.
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the-overanalyst · 11 months
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unmatched ship dynamic: "i've done terrible things in the past" x "all i care about is who you are in the present"
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They aren’t wrong
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changeofpace · 5 months
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Oh.
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sidras-tak · 11 months
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inkskinned · 1 year
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something bad happened to you, and you died, and you came back wrong.
not wrong all the way. the little ways. you forget important dates, stopped going out with friends. it's harder to make you smile. you're apathetic towards things you used to love, afraid of places you used to go to cheer up. quieter. flinching. different.
you came back for love. you're still here for love. what pulled you back was a brightness so loud that even death couldn't outshout it. death heard the call and smiled at you and said okay. go home. somebody is waiting for you.
but you came back different. like lot's wife; you've turned into salt. you used to chirp through life in hops and skips; but now you lose skin just standing up. you have to move slower, skimming across this world without-touching-it. most things feel dull - until they're suddenly all-too-much. life, and being alive just rushes up and over you and you get hopelessly crushed.
you try to explain it to them: it is ugly, but this is what you are, now. the huge golden hoop of your halo now a little bronze ring. you are still watering your plants and wearing the same clothes. after all, you worked hard to come home. this life; so odd and off-color, now that you are wrong.
but they waited for you - it's just that they wanted the "you" that happened before this. the "you" that could sing in the show and hug people tight and look at a blade without breaking down to cry. the you with a smile in pictures. god, holyshit, it's like looking at a completely different person, isn't it. that other-you; the one they actually wanted.
you are the consolation prize. you are the body that forgot the ghost. you are the memory of the bad thing, and the death after; like you are wearing that memory as a banner. you are a fragment, an assembly. simulacrum. you don't make eye contact in mirrors, afraid the light will glance off and your true nature will flash back at you.
you hear them talk about it in their hushed, desperate whispers. sometimes they even admit it to your face; harsh and violent, acid thrown at christmas dinner. god, can you just fucking be normal again. you do not remember what normal is. you had to climb so far to get back here; you are far too exhausted. you want to open the glass door of your heart and show all the gears. can you help resolve whatever got messed up?
you try so, so hard. you came back for them. because you believed they would love you, even when you were so horribly broken. because you believed they would be patient. because you believed unconditional meant "without exception." you cannot do things the same way. you just get tired too quickly these days.
you want to put them on a couch and pour them the tea with hands that shake more than they remember. you want to line them up and draw them a map of where you have had to wander. you want to show every bruise in a backsplash; the little helpless ant of your soul carrying all that weight, over and over. you want to say: yes! it is different! but i did it for love!
you want to say: "i'm not the same, but i'm yours and i'm here. can that be enough?"
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aye-of-newt · 7 months
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eventually some poor whickber street shopkeeper is going to draw the short straw and be sent over to the dirty donkey to ply info from the drunk and clearly devastated crowley while his defenses are down and they’ll be utterly shocked and horrified when crowley slurs out the explanation that aziraphale has “gone to heaven”
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