I've had a drink. i think there's something uniquely devastating about so many of the conversations opal had with the other crownkeepers being moments of bittersweet comfort rather than just pure kindness or friendship. It would have been one thing (still devastating) if the conversations were about like. fluffy bonding or unfiltered affection or moments of joy. But so many of them were. tired. understanding. Someone is wiping away tears. tired smiles. battle bruised. Do you ever feel like you're not real? Sometimes we glorify people and its fine if we never see them again. but then you meet them again. I'm scared. I'm worried. I'm terrified.Opal is wearing a spiky crown and dripping ichor and this is not a group of friends averting their gaze from it. All these quiet moments and tired understanding. This is a group of people that love each other, that really genuinely like each other, and are worried about each other. That want so badly to help.
They're standing there and their friend is hurting them and maybe the worst part is not that. Its the memory of that same friend, tired, in tears, in the dead of night, after a battle. Scared. So worried about that same thing. Your friend is hurting you and all you can think about is that you know, how scared they were of that exact thing.
i love the awakening trio in nohr and how they all got character development in three entirely different directions like laslows in every support trauma dumping, being a walking awakening reference, constantly spouting shit like “is my life even real. do my friends even miss me. would my mom still love me if i were a worm” while selena is in the next room over challenging anybody and everybody to fight her like this girl trying to start something with a serial killer, a fucking werewolf, a WHOLE ASS PRINCE like she grabbed her mommy issues by the neck and decided this was the best opportunity to finally take out her rage. and then u got odin, slutting it the FUCK up, absolutely slaying, slowly blurring the line between owain and his dnd persona like i think i can count on my hand how many times he broke character, its so ingrained in him he genetically passes it down to his daughter. my mans has MASTERED his coping mechanism (and also somehow seems the most emotionally stable of the three? is that just me) like he saw a chance for a new start and immediately turned to page 347 of the manual of justice, picked his favorite oc, and said “me now” and put on the most whoreish outfit anankos had
I think that the mount of times I heard the word "testicle" while trying to get the timing of the last three pictures correctly done some temporary damage to my brain
I have a theory that a large factor in Alan Alda's mass appeal in the 70s was that Hawkeye Pierce is kind of a rake but Alan Alda was spending most of his offscreen hours trying to get the ERA ratified. His entire public presence was the personification of a man who respects women in real life but willingly performs the sexual fantasy of being seduced by a man of ill repute.
Low key wanna make a Hazbin Hotel OC that’s just a little indestructible gremlin cat of a demon that is LITERALLY incapable of dying, so she just goes around trolling overlords because what are they gonna do?? Kill her?? Yeah you can try buddy, but she’ll just shake it off and go RIGHT back to doing fortnite dances and making bad puns.