iigirlwonderii

[iigirlwonderii]

now 2 beanie baby dragons are crossing your dash together :3

[iigirlwonderii]

so. as you may know it’s christmas eve. as you probably don’t know i am eastern european. and probably the only real tradition anyone holds onto is christmas eve. normally my great aunt does all the food and very begrudgingly sometimes lets everyone help make like. one thing.

well.

this year. the year of our lord two thousand and twenty four. she decided she was done cooking and it was up to everyone else.

so i got a phone call from my mom a few weeks ago being like hey so. you’re making the cake. got it? good.

the cake in question is a walnut cake. i was entrusted with my great aunts recipe about seven years ago. i’ve made it twice. the first time i fucked up the frosting quantity. the second time i fucked up the eggs. both times were passable at best and notably! my great aunt did not taste either of them.

and i have to make this cake. on christmas eve. it is dessert. for everyone. my extended family will all be eating the cake. the walnut cake. on christmas eve. even my great aunt.

so yesterday, december 23 if you are counting, i went on the annual Last Minute Christmas Food Shopping Trip with my father, watched him climb into the case to get his half and half like he does every year, and stressed about my cake as i made sure i had all of the ingredients.

then. we went to my great aunts house. where i was met with Trial Number 1: The Cognac

this cake has cognac in the frosting. not a big deal really. except for the fact that my mom hates that there is cognac in the frosting. (my mom is hell bent on making christmas eve dinner vaguely healthier. no one else agrees.) and i was to be making the cake in my moms house.

also important to note: we (as in my parents) do not own cognac. mostly because none of us drink.

so my great aunt is like oh i have to give you the cognac. cause she knows. i am baking the cake. the walnut cake. (my dad told her. he is a traitor). and i say okay. sure. this won’t be a problem at all.

so she gives me. a shot of cognac. and when i say a shot. i mean an Entirely Full Shot Glass of Three Hundred Dollar Cognac. in a jar. for the cake. the walnut cake. that i have to make.

upon bringing the cognac home my mom says no we’re not putting that in. the cognac sits on the counter in its jar. no one touches it.

then i was met with Trial Number 2: The Frosting.

this recipe requires a pound of chopped walnuts. first. i couldn’t even find the walnuts. my sister and i searched high and low and in every cabinet we could find but no nuts. i called my mom. and said mom where are the walnuts? and she said. “they’re in the nut bag behind the basement door.”

oh of course. how could i have missed the nut bag? a holiday bag full of bags of nuts that was half hidden by wrapping paper and also behind a door?

in any case. could i have used a food processor? absolutely. did i? no. half because i forgot and half because i didn’t want to accidentally grind the walnuts into a paste. so i enlisted the help of my younger sister to chop the walnuts By Hand while i embarked on the real devil: the frosting.

which remember. is supposed to have cognac.

so i cream my butter. i add my sugar. i’m careful not to over sugar. i taste it a million times. i add my coffee and my vanilla extract (instead of cognac. which is still sitting on the counter) and it was all going so well until. the butter rebelled.

now remember. one time when i made this. seven years ago. i made too little frosting. so i made more this time. and i thought i had all my conversions right but evidently i did not because suddenly there was too much liquid in my frosting and it split.

the frosting for the walnut cake that everyone was going to eat. on christmas eve. the very next day.

i felt like a contestant on great british bake-off getting smited by the tent.

so i did the logical thing and shoved the whole mess into the fridge hoping that it would sort itself out overnight.

then it was time to face Trial Number Three: The Cake Itself.

as i have said this cake is a walnut cake. the christmas eve walnut cake that has been at christmas eve longer than i have been alive. and it requires no less than ten egg whites. which i whipped and i added to my walnuts and shoved the whole thing into the oven in my two baking dishes.

only to discover no less than 40 minutes later that the batter in the pans was Not Even (despite my best efforts). so i cooked one longer than the other and hoped that i hadn’t monumentally fucked up the walnut cake. like i had the frosting. which was in the fridge. and i was ignoring.

which leads to Trial Number Four: The Egg Yolk Cake

see i had ten egg yolks. i didn’t know what to do with them. my mom said flush them. my dad said make a custard. i proposed making egg nog. my mom said she didn’t want it in the house cause it was too fattening (a blatantly incorrect statement. please, if you are reading this, go drink a glass of eggnog. or some other fun festive drink. food is for the soul.) so i produced a recipe for an egg yolk pound cake. i made it. i still don’t know if it came out good cause i haven’t tasted it. i hope it did. but that was not the point. the point is the walnut cake. the christmas eve walnut cake.

and the following morning i was met with Trial Number Five: The Frosting Part 2

first i threw my failed frosting back in the mixer and it immediately secreted a brackish combination of vanilla extract and coffee so i did the only thing i could. facetimed my dad and said “father there are problems abound.” and he gave me the fatherly advice of “make it again.”

and so i did.

with more correct measurements. still scared it would split at any second.

though it didn’t.

and i didn’t add the cognac.

maybe no one will be able to tell???

my mom said that if anyone asks the first batch of frosting failed and i had to toss it. this is technically true.

but i had frosting. i had two uneven cakes. and it was time for Trial Number Six: Decorating

decorating cakes is easily in my top ten least favorite activities. decorating the christmas eve walnut cake is easily in my top three least favorite activities. because i am terrible at decorating cakes. and also because it has a filling.

the filling is jam. and i once again made the wrong choice because i put the jam on first before the frosting. which to be fair is what the directions say. but as everyone knows, the directions in recipes you get from your eastern european great aunt are not the real directions. so now i had to smear butter cream. on top of jam. for the filling of the walnut cake. for christmas eve. that we would be eating in a few hours.

and we didn’t have a cake plate. we had a large dish.

i had to use my fingers. i had to use three spatulas. i got jam everywhere. but i did it. and as soon as i set the top cake on top of the filling i realized my monumental mistake: i was supposed to trim down the cakes.

so now they were uneven. and lopsided. and there was nothing i, a mere mortal tasked with the impossible task of making christmas eve walnut cake, could do about it.

so i continued to spread my frosting. which i had enough of. and tried and failed to not get jam everywhere.

in the end it was almost presentable. not great. slightly lopsided. and definitely not as nice as any of my great aunts cakes.

which left me with Trial Number 7: Chilling It

our fridge was being taken up by other important christmas eve things (though not as important as my cake. the walnut cake) so i had to put it in the car. which was fine because there is snow on the ground.

i covered my cake. the walnut cake. in tin foil and hoped i wouldn’t accidentally squish it. and then i went outside. i tried to steal my moms shoes to walk outside. she was not impressed.

“you know, saph,” she said. “some of the time you’re pretty great. the other half of the time you’re really weird.”

i could not agree more.

i put my cake on the trunk. prayed to the cake gods and went inside.

on the one hand if the cake is good, i will be stuck making walnut cake for christmas eve for the rest of my life. on the other hand, if it sucks i will never have to make another one.

Trial Number Eight: The Tasting still waits.

[iigirlwonderii]

"He must be acting like this because of the virus!" "Its got to be the virus influencing his actions." "Eclipse really is feeling the effects of the virus faster"

Or maybe he's angry! Maybe he's been pushed to the end of his fucking rope and had his boundaries mostly ignored for the better part of a year. Maybe he's tired of having to save everyone in the damn dimension and keep them afloat and get treated like trash in return. Maybe he's tired of everyone siding with a person that in his eyes is willingly risking everyone's life for one person.

Maybe he's just really fucking angry and everyone wants to scapegoat the virus because surely if its the virus talking then everyone's actions to him over the years mean nothing and didn't affect him in any way! /s

Should he have yelled at charlie? Probably not! Is there any other way this episode could have gone? ALSO PROBABLY NOT!

[iigirlwonderii]

FAKE SAMS AND EAPS THUMBNAILS (based off yesterday's art) :D!!!

[EAPS] "ECLIPSE IS MISSING!"

[SAMS] "ECLIPSE GOES HOME... in VRChat"

(the storyline under cut, ft bad writing <3)

(THEY MAY BE OUT OF CHARACTER AS I AM HORRIBLE AT INTERPRETING PERSONALITIES, SO I DO APOLOGIZE! DO CORRECT ME IF IM WRONG. :D.)

Eclipse doesn't remember how he did it—to convince Solar Flare to help him find where their Sun and Moon now stay, but he managed to.

By the gods, they managed to in half a week.

The audible sigh of relief that came from Eclipse finding out Solar Flare wasnt doing as he dread, but doing as he requested was the most hes been at peace. Maybe Eclipse shouldve known when his companion gave him that knowing look when he spoke of his plan. Maybe.

This favor was huge yet Solar Flare didnt ask for anything in return, only that Eclipse find refuge and a home in this new dimension. That embrace Solar Flare initiated before allowing Eclipse to enter the portal was something Eclipse hadnt known he'd needed, but it was worth returning in a tighter hold.

It was hard to step in after, but Solar Flare's nod was enough to tell Eclipse that he was doing the right thing. His kids were gonna be informed, and they'd start anew like Eclipse had planned when he entered the other dimension before, far from the danger and problems.

His eyes landed on the exterior of a house, illuminated by the blue tone of the portal until it closed, leaving the house enveloped in shadows once more. Absentmindedly, his body surges forward and his hand raises to knock on the door twice, catching the attention of the people in the lit kitchen.

The door swings open, and a familiar voice speaks out—a voice Eclipse never knew he missed.

"Hello—? Gah!" Sun squeaks out, taking a step back as his faint glow reveals Eclipse's figure outside. Stammering, his gaze bounce between Eclipse and Moon, his brother staring in confusion. "M-m-moon, do—do we have, uh, a-a Eclipse in this universe?"

Moon perks up from his slouched spot against the counter, his guard raised. "I dont think we do..." He turns on his night vision just as Eclipse rudely welcomes himself in and... collapses into Sun's arms.

"Eclipse?!.." Moon rushes over to them, his hands no longer holding the cereal box as he raised them in worry, wanting to cup Eclipse's face but not knowing if he was allowed to.

Sun, though, was braver; his arm wraps around the taller animatronic, allowing Eclipse to use his shoulder as a pillow. "Eclipse!.." Sun whispers, more worried than Eclipse has ever heard Sun towards him.

They spoke his name ever so softly, like it were the first time theyve seen him.

It possibly was with his appearance—his slumped figure with worse eyebags and tear stains than both of them with the addition of his odd choice of sleepwear of a jacket layered on a turtleneck and baggy pants to hide his barefeet.

While Moon has met Eclipse a few days ago, he was certain Eclipse didnt look like he walked into hell before being dragged suddenly and knocked against rocks in his fallen state.

Just the way they spoke and fussed over him told Eclipse enough: he was safe. By the Astrals and stars in the sky, Eclipse was safe.

Safer than Puppet's greetings to him.

Safer than getting released from the mindscape.

Safer than getting his back patched up.

Safer than Charlie reuniting with her father.

Safer than Ruin giving him options on how to take a break.

Safer.

This dimension was safer.

Sure, the virus is at work and possibly infected plenty of devices already, but he was with someone—Moon who could actually help him in creating a cure, maybe even Solar and Monty could assist as they are both just as smart in that subject.

This was safe.

The safe haven Eclipse hasnt been given; the place where he could finally heal from his trauma.

The way he was held and spoke to so gently was like melody, the lullaby that lulled him into allowing his tears to finally escape as hes lowered to the ground, his head now on Moon's shoulder while Sun continued to hold him.

He was safe.

If not safe with his friends, than safe with his enemies.

Eclipse is safe.

[iigirlwonderii]

YES!!! The poor dude needs a damn break! Like, healing and improving is NOT linear! And he’s doing SO well compared to last year! I know he’s still grumpy, but even SOLAR FLARE says he’s a better person than before!

A bit of self-indulgence again in lue of today’s episode.

Eclipse is so tired and fed up after everything, that, instead of just silently walking away after being turned back from being a baby, that he says one thing.

“I’m DONE….you’re all on your own. Good luck.”

Now everyone is surprised and a bit worried by what that means, tries getting him to explain, and he just quietly snaps. “If none of you are EVER willing to help or be grateful for all the shit I do, then I’m not fucking bothering anymore.” His eyes specifically on Charlie(The girl who he helped countless times, even bringing her dad back), Roxanne( the person he saved several times, even when it cost him getting his kids backs and who saw him cry and breakdown from the stress) and Ballora(his SUPPOSED ‘bestie’). They wacth confused and horrified as he starts packing his and the ghost kids clothes, but they it finally clicks what happening when he starts searching for a different dimension on his computer. Cue a desperate attempt from everyone begging him to stay and please help. Up to your own satisfaction if he does but tears them a new one, everyone too nervous to even look at him wrong again, or if he doesn’t, and start immediately working on something the ghost kids can attach to so he can drag them with him. Obviously Charlie would be sobbing in both scenarios, like she should be when she realizes her actions have consequences. Solar flare can’t even stop him, because how do you FORCE someone to sit at one computer for hours everyday for weeks at a time to do something, which he says as much. Roxanne is horrified, pissed and guilty, tries to guilt trip him.

“You’re SERIOUSLY gonna just not help!?”

And Eclipse just has a simple answer for that

“When have any of you EVER helped me when I needed it!? When have YOU EVER not taken every opportunity to shit on me when you get the damn chance!?”

In both scenarios, the eaps dimension cast has the realization that with Eclipse gone, the only ones who could help after that, is Monty(who’s nowhere NEAR as good as that) or RUIN(the guy who’d, once again, sacrifice billions of lives for one.)

After all, Eclipse came there in the first place for a fresh start…he can ALWAYS go get another if he’s being mistreated in one, just like any other person with free-will.

Whatever path he does choose, no one will ever be the same again, whether cause of the virus taking them over if he leaves, or by the fact that they’d be rightfully terrified of pissing him off that much ever again.

[iigirlwonderii]

I know, right?! Like, it’s so messed up that after everything we’ve seen him go through, and all he’s done for the eaps cast, it seems NO ONE has any loyalty for him! The guys is running on pure desperation and stubbornness, yet apparently it’s not enough that he’s literally helping them, if he’s not happy and pleasant on top of that. I get that Davis said it’s a free show, and ‘we aren’t owed good writing’, but I should hope we’re allowed to be upset about how things are going. I just really hope it doesn’t end with Eclipse becoming an ‘irredeemable monster’ and ‘has always been bad’, like Nexus. We’ve watched him grow so much, and mature as a person, to just see all of that thrown away would shatter me, personally

A bit of self-indulgence again in lue of today’s episode.

Eclipse is so tired and fed up after everything, that, instead of just silently walking away after being turned back from being a baby, that he says one thing.

“I’m DONE….you’re all on your own. Good luck.”

Now everyone is surprised and a bit worried by what that means, tries getting him to explain, and he just quietly snaps. “If none of you are EVER willing to help or be grateful for all the shit I do, then I’m not fucking bothering anymore.” His eyes specifically on Charlie(The girl who he helped countless times, even bringing her dad back), Roxanne( the person he saved several times, even when it cost him getting his kids backs and who saw him cry and breakdown from the stress) and Ballora(his SUPPOSED ‘bestie’). They wacth confused and horrified as he starts packing his and the ghost kids clothes, but they it finally clicks what happening when he starts searching for a different dimension on his computer. Cue a desperate attempt from everyone begging him to stay and please help. Up to your own satisfaction if he does but tears them a new one, everyone too nervous to even look at him wrong again, or if he doesn’t, and start immediately working on something the ghost kids can attach to so he can drag them with him. Obviously Charlie would be sobbing in both scenarios, like she should be when she realizes her actions have consequences. Solar flare can’t even stop him, because how do you FORCE someone to sit at one computer for hours everyday for weeks at a time to do something, which he says as much. Roxanne is horrified, pissed and guilty, tries to guilt trip him.

“You’re SERIOUSLY gonna just not help!?”

And Eclipse just has a simple answer for that

“When have any of you EVER helped me when I needed it!? When have YOU EVER not taken every opportunity to shit on me when you get the damn chance!?”

In both scenarios, the eaps dimension cast has the realization that with Eclipse gone, the only ones who could help after that, is Monty(who’s nowhere NEAR as good as that) or RUIN(the guy who’d, once again, sacrifice billions of lives for one.)

After all, Eclipse came there in the first place for a fresh start…he can ALWAYS go get another if he’s being mistreated in one, just like any other person with free-will.

Whatever path he does choose, no one will ever be the same again, whether cause of the virus taking them over if he leaves, or by the fact that they’d be rightfully terrified of pissing him off that much ever again.

[iigirlwonderii]

This weekend I was told a story which, although I’m kind of ashamed to admit it, because holy shit is it ever obvious, is kind of blowing my mind.

A friend of a friend won a free consultation with Clinton Kelly of What Not To Wear, and she was very excited, because she has a plus-size body, and wanted some tips on how to make the most of her wardrobe in a fashion culture which deliberately puts her body at a disadvantage.

Her first question for him was this: how do celebrities make a plain white t-shirt and a pair of weekend jeans look chic?  She always assumed it was because so many celebrities have, by nature or by design, very slender frames, and because they can afford very expensive clothing.  But when she watched What Not To Wear, she noticed that women of all sizes ended up in cute clothes that really fit their bodies and looked great.  She had tried to apply some guidelines from the show into her own wardrobe, but with only mixed success.  So - what gives?

His answer was that everything you will ever see on a celebrity’s body, including their outfits when they’re out and about and they just get caught by a paparazzo, has been tailored, and the same goes for everything on What Not To Wear.  Jeans, blazers, dresses - everything right down to plain t-shirts and camisoles.  He pointed out that historically, up until the last few generations, the vast majority of people either made their own clothing or had their clothing made by tailors and seamstresses.  You had your clothing made to accommodate the measurements of your individual body, and then you moved the fuck on.  Nothing on the show or in People magazine is off the rack and unaltered.  He said that what they do is ignore the actual size numbers on the tags, find something that fits an individual’s widest place, and then have it completely altered to fit.  That’s how celebrities have jeans that magically fit them all over, and the rest of us chumps can’t ever find a pair that doesn’t gape here or ride up or slouch down or have about four yards of extra fabric here and there.

I knew that having dresses and blazers altered was probably something they were doing, but to me, having alterations done generally means having my jeans hemmed and then simply living with the fact that I will always be adjusting my clothing while I’m wearing it because I have curves from here to ya-ya, some things don’t fit right, and the world is just unfair that way.  I didn’t think that having everything tailored was something that people did. 

It’s so obvious, I can’t believe I didn’t know this.  But no one ever told me.  I was told about bikini season and dieting and targeting your “problem areas” and avoiding horizontal stripes.  No one told me that Jennifer Aniston is out there wearing a bigger size of Ralph Lauren t-shirt and having it altered to fit her.

I sat there after I was told this story, and I really thought about how hard I have worked not to care about the number or the letter on the tag of my clothes, how hard I have tried to just love my body the way it is, and where I’ve succeeded and failed.  I thought about all the times I’ve stood in a fitting room and stared up at the lights and bit my lip so hard it bled, just to keep myself from crying about how nothing fits the way it’s supposed to.  No one told me that it wasn’t supposed to.  I guess I just didn’t know.  I was too busy thinking that I was the one that didn’t fit.

I thought about that, and about all the other girls and women out there whose proportions are “wrong,” who can’t find a good pair of work trousers, who can’t fill a sweater, who feel excluded and freakish and sad and frustrated because they have to go up a size, when really the size doesn’t mean anything and it never, ever did, and this is just another bullshit thing thrown in your path to make you feel shitty about yourself.

I thought about all of that, and then I thought that in elementary school, there should be a class for girls where they sit you down and tell you this stuff before you waste years of your life feeling like someone put you together wrong.

So, I have to take that and sit with it for a while.  But in the meantime, I thought perhaps I should post this, because maybe my friend, her friend, and I are the only clueless people who did not realise this, but maybe we’re not.  Maybe some of you have tried to embrace the arbitrary size you are, but still couldn’t find a cute pair of jeans, and didn’t know why.

[iigirlwonderii]

Ok, today’s episode was absolutely crazy…but I still think eclipse had a justifiable crash out, given his circumstances. He shouldn’t have said THAT to Charlie, but he did say a lot of things that need to be said. I wish instead that he just kept ranting in that scary quiet angry voice, at all of them. Going in on Charlie and pointing out everything he’s done for her, playing games, making her final days peaceful, getting her dad back, setting them up with a home, helping them as much as he can

Eclipse: “-all of THAT, and you’re STILL mad that I’m not ‘spending time with you’, when PEOPLE ARE DYING?!”

And then he turns on Henry, and starts tearing him a new one, for not only allowing her to behave this way, but also babying her and not stepping in when she’s clearly acting like a brat.

“….I. Am. Done.”

He would throw down his tools, walk off, and just…..be done with it all. He’d immediately open a portal and close it behind him. Now the only way he’d be coming back, is either of his own volition, or if Charlie somehow found him, and that too PROPERLY apologized.

[iigirlwonderii]

3/4 of the original group on SAMS, aka Eclipse and the Celestial Twins (Lunar's missing, but oh well—I hope I'll do him some justice next time :3)

I know this will never happen (halfly because I dont think theyre on great terms and halfly because of the virus which makes either unable to visit if they ever wanted to) and that they may be SO out of character, but let me dream because my son just got stressed out more during EAPS newest ep :'D

THIS ISNT A SHIP BTW.

Cant the people at the EAPS dimension just agree to not piss Eclipse off?? Like please, give him some consideration and patience, especially a little understanding. Please. :(.

(also thats a font, but I wish my penmanship were as clear as that😔.. + Andrew, Andy and Jake making a tower at the beginning of the ep was hilarious—)

[iigirlwonderii]

A bit of self-indulgence again in lue of today’s episode.

Eclipse is so tired and fed up after everything, that, instead of just silently walking away after being turned back from being a baby, that he says one thing.

“I’m DONE….you’re all on your own. Good luck.”

Now everyone is surprised and a bit worried by what that means, tries getting him to explain, and he just quietly snaps. “If none of you are EVER willing to help or be grateful for all the shit I do, then I’m not fucking bothering anymore.” His eyes specifically on Charlie(The girl who he helped countless times, even bringing her dad back), Roxanne( the person he saved several times, even when it cost him getting his kids backs and who saw him cry and breakdown from the stress) and Ballora(his SUPPOSED ‘bestie’). They wacth confused and horrified as he starts packing his and the ghost kids clothes, but they it finally clicks what happening when he starts searching for a different dimension on his computer. Cue a desperate attempt from everyone begging him to stay and please help. Up to your own satisfaction if he does but tears them a new one, everyone too nervous to even look at him wrong again, or if he doesn’t, and start immediately working on something the ghost kids can attach to so he can drag them with him. Obviously Charlie would be sobbing in both scenarios, like she should be when she realizes her actions have consequences. Solar flare can’t even stop him, because how do you FORCE someone to sit at one computer for hours everyday for weeks at a time to do something, which he says as much. Roxanne is horrified, pissed and guilty, tries to guilt trip him.

“You’re SERIOUSLY gonna just not help!?”

And Eclipse just has a simple answer for that

“When have any of you EVER helped me when I needed it!? When have YOU EVER not taken every opportunity to shit on me when you get the damn chance!?”

In both scenarios, the eaps dimension cast has the realization that with Eclipse gone, the only ones who could help after that, is Monty(who’s nowhere NEAR as good as that) or RUIN(the guy who’d, once again, sacrifice billions of lives for one.)

After all, Eclipse came there in the first place for a fresh start…he can ALWAYS go get another if he’s being mistreated in one, just like any other person with free-will.

Whatever path he does choose, no one will ever be the same again, whether cause of the virus taking them over if he leaves, or by the fact that they’d be rightfully terrified of pissing him off that much ever again.

[iigirlwonderii]

A bit of self-indulgence again in lue of today’s episode.

Eclipse is so tired and fed up after everything, that, instead of just silently walking away after being turned back from being a baby, that he says one thing.

“I’m DONE….you’re all on your own. Good luck.”

Now everyone is surprised and a bit worried by what that means, tries getting him to explain, and he just quietly snaps. “If none of you are EVER willing to help or be grateful for all the shit I do, then I’m not fucking bothering anymore.” His eyes specifically on Charlie(The girl who he helped countless times, even bringing her dad back), Roxanne( the person he saved several times, even when it cost him getting his kids backs and who saw him cry and breakdown from the stress) and Ballora(his SUPPOSED ‘bestie’). They wacth confused and horrified as he starts packing his and the ghost kids clothes, but they it finally clicks what happening when he starts searching for a different dimension on his computer. Cue a desperate attempt from everyone begging him to stay and please help. Up to your own satisfaction if he does but tears them a new one, everyone too nervous to even look at him wrong again, or if he doesn’t, and start immediately working on something the ghost kids can attach to so he can drag them with him. Obviously Charlie would be sobbing in both scenarios, like she should be when she realizes her actions have consequences. Solar flare can’t even stop him, because how do you FORCE someone to sit at one computer for hours everyday for weeks at a time to do something, which he says as much. Roxanne is horrified, pissed and guilty, tries to guilt trip him.

“You’re SERIOUSLY gonna just not help!?”

And Eclipse just has a simple answer for that

“When have any of you EVER helped me when I needed it!? When have YOU EVER not taken every opportunity to shit on me when you get the damn chance!?”

In both scenarios, the eaps dimension cast has the realization that with Eclipse gone, the only ones who could help after that, is Monty(who’s nowhere NEAR as good as that) or RUIN(the guy who’d, once again, sacrifice billions of lives for one.)

After all, Eclipse came there in the first place for a fresh start…he can ALWAYS go get another if he’s being mistreated in one, just like any other person with free-will.

Whatever path he does choose, no one will ever be the same again, whether cause of the virus taking them over if he leaves, or by the fact that they’d be rightfully terrified of pissing him off that much ever again.

[iigirlwonderii]

Daily fucking reminder that Luigi Mangione is innocent, completely and fully. He has been convicted of no crime. He has had no fair trial. He is a SUSPECT. Luigi Mangione is entirely innocent and everyone needs to stop parroting this insidious propaganda that he “committed” the crime he is only SUSPECTED of. He is not a murderer. He is not a criminal. He is an innocent man.

[iigirlwonderii]

Prince: I wish to marry!

Queen: Only if she can pass my test: failing to sleep on a bed with a pea under it!

Prince: Why are you screening for princesses with sensory issues?

Queen: She must be true royalty! Only the most autistic girl in all the land shall marry my son!

[iigirlwonderii]

likes to charge, reblogs to cast

[iigirlwonderii]

sun gets the celestial family to sing! 🌼

[iigirlwonderii]

…..so he DOES take after KC a lil bit

How many kids does this guy HAVE

[iigirlwonderii]

Abolish Tesla.