#anyway it's a neat little theory and I like feeling validated

[skayafair]

Left Brain, Right Brain

I'm sorry but this is literally Arthur and John situation???

Right brain:

Can't speak

Controls the left side (arm for example)

Has its own opinion on different topics compared to the left one

Recognizes faces

Basically assists the left brain

Left brain:

Is in charge of speaking

Controls the right side

Doesn't recognize faces

Is probably the "leading" one in the personality perception, like "the host"

Makes up it's own explanation for stuff only the right brain knows but it still influenes the left one's actions

Now, I just watched the video and jumped right here to share it because WOW human bodies are SOMETHING aren't they, and how conveniently fitting this all is!

BUT I didn't do any further research so I have no idea how scientific the info actually is. Feel free to add to it!

[yurozo]

hang & bleed (req)

╔══《⚜》══╗ restaurant au!wesker x gn!reader summary: in the closed ecosystem of a restaurant, wesker is a god and you are nothing more than a humble servant. (1.5k words) tags: blood, religious imagery, no use of y/n, swearing, wesker's a little bit of an asshole, mentions of explicit content. a/n: for the anon who requested this, this honestly just kind of slipped through my hands. the tone is very different from the rest of the writing for the restaurant au, but i wanted to stay true to wesker's characterization. i hope you like it anyways!! see more of the restaurant au!! | 1 | 2 | ╚══《⚜》══╝

Sometimes, you think Wesker is God.

Over eons of evolution, humans perfected the ability of pattern recognition. The brain is wired to organize and explain sense information, extracting formulas for complex ideas to sort them into neat little boxes. Which mushrooms you can eat and which ones will have you foaming at the mouth, coughing out your innards until your corpse is cold on the floor.

When you picture a chair, there’s a certain image that will manifest itself. A flat surface, four legs, a curved back. Wrapped in red velvet, maybe, depending on how you feel that day. People learn through these patterns— you have seen a chair before, you know the attributes of a chair, and you know how a chair works. The more chairs you see in your life, the easier it is for those helpful little synapses to fire those images in quicker intervals.

You know a chair is a chair because you have tested the validity of that claim several times over. Even if it’s a different chair, maybe mahogany wood this time, it’s all conceptually the same thing. 

Sometimes, a chair is a chair, a mushroom is a death sentence, and a God is a man. 

Time to test a theory. 

Wesker appears, no, materializes behind you the second blood pools on your finger. A soft click of his tongue against his teeth is what makes you finally drop the broken shard of glass you hastily tried to pick up off the floor, and now the tile is splattered with red. 

“You’re making a mess,” he’s scolding you, pulling you up by the collar of your now-damaged work shirt. Crimson against grey and plasma against silk. Wesker’s glaring at you through his glasses, like some sad cat he found drenched in the rain. Pitiful and ever-so-eager to please. 

“Sorry,” is all you can mutter, stumbling forward on your feet. The defense is followed by a meager attempt to minimize the damage, shoving the side of your finger to your mouth to lick at the blood. 

He says nothing to your half-hearted apology, turning to rip the first-aid kit off the nearby wall and tearing it open. Ada’s watching too, eyes carefully watching your every movement as her knife flies across the cutting board. Her movements are always fluid and precise, a loud repetitive clacking of the blade cutting through the air as another vegetable meets its inevitable fate. The stems are sorted into neat piles and thrown in the trash, and the heads are quartered to be tossed into a pan. 

Something about her always unnerved you. Ada never disappoints Wesker, not like you. 

Another click of metal hitting wood as your hand is wrenched from your mouth and the alcohol wipe comes swinging down on your cut like a guillotine. The kitchen suddenly feels all too quiet, too separated from the chaos of the front, and even the line cooks fall silent out of respect. Disappointing the boss and making stupid mistakes on the job is a crime punishable by death. 

God is an executioner, a judge, and a manager at the town’s shittiest restaurant. 

“For someone as capable as you are, you would think to know better than pick up glass with bare hands.” 

He’s scolding you again as the bloodied wipe is unceremoniously thrown into the trash. You should feel ashamed, should feel repentant, but you hear the word capable and the soft hum of approval hums through your chest. 

“Didn’t want someone to slip,” you mumble,“I thought it would be fine.”

“It is decidedly not fine.” His voice is stern, but his hands are gentle. A bandaid is pressed onto your finger before you can protest, you’re more than capable of doing it yourself, but Wesker is not a man that can handle refusal. 

“I can see that.” There’s no polite way to tell God no. 

Ada scoffs as he’s dragging you off to the execution room, a small bunker of an office so meticulously organized that it feels like an entirely separate realm from the usual chaos of the restaurant. Folders and well-loved cookbooks litter every shelf, tabbed and colour-coded, and Wesker is still saying nothing as he sits you down in the chair and ceremoniously filters through a pile of paper. Red velvet, like you imagined. 

Sense information can often be distorted. The brain can’t catch up with what the eyes are seeing, or the nerves send the wrong messages, and the visual perception of an object appears larger than normal. When a man is coming towards you from far away, his image on your retina grows bigger and bigger until everything else feels miniscule in comparison. Shelves, desks, stupid servers who fall in love with God. 

Wesker is tripling in size, bleached blonde hair haloed by a shitty fluorescent light that should have been changed months ago, and you suddenly feel very, very small. 

“Incident report.” A paper is shoved in your face. 

You stare up at him for a moment, brow raised in curiosity. “It’s like, a one-inch cut.”

“Regulations,” is his simple answer, spoken like a commandment. “We used the first aid kit, and I don’t want your blood dirtying up my kitchen more than it already has.”

“It was barely a drop.” You know it’s a lie, and he knows it’s a lie. It was a lot more than that, and the tile can attest to it. 

He taps on the paper impatiently, and you get to writing. There’s no comfortable way to hold a pen with a bandage making it slip out of your grip with every slight amount of pressure, and you can only hope he doesn’t wince at your shoddy handwriting. 

Name, date, contact information. Nature of injury, small incision to the right hand. Cause of incident, being an idiot and believing you’re invincible. Before the incident, you accidentally dropped a glass on the ground, and after the incident, Wesker had complimented you. 

“What the hell are you grinning about?” He asks derisively, standing behind you with his arms crossed over his chest. 

You try to tamp the smile down on sheer force alone, but it’s a futile endeavour. “You think I’m capable.”

Wesker sneers. “I think you can do a lot better than this shithole.” 

“You run this shithole.” 

“I didn’t say I deserved better.” Wesker turns to pretend-sort through papers, lining up each edge until they’re perfectly aligned. He’s stalling too, the man who never seemed to fall downwards, fumbling about the small space looking for every imperfection just to avoid looking at you directly. 

Looking directly into the sun causes ultraviolet light to damage the retina, burning the exposed tissue. Factors such as depth perception and sight can be permanently altered, and you wonder if Icarus was blind when he fell from the sky. 

For a man who always seemed to be the smartest in the room, it really is a miracle he’s here, hunched over in a tiny office, wrangling a gaggle of twenty year olds into serving steaks. The more you look at him, the more he looks mortal. Too tight skin stretched over wiry muscles, dark bags pillowing under the eyes. 

You hum. “If I didn’t want to be here, I would just quit.”

The phrase gives him pause, and he finally turns back to you.  “Then quit.”

“Huh,” you say, like the thought of leaving here wouldn’t kill you. There’s an ironic sort of comfort in relying on the mayhem, managed only by the orderly system that the divine enacts. “You know, I dread the day that I wake up every morning just to take the same train line to work, talk to the same boring people, and sit in the same shitty cubicle.”

“People like us,”  he continues, crossing the chasm with all the graceful movement his long limbs will allow. He’s always been a little too thin on the bones, and all you can feel is the cadaverous feeling of his fingers as they grip your chin. “Are at least above office jobs.”

Those synapses start firing up images again, of Wesker leaning down and pressing against you, lifting you up on that perfectly organized desk and scattering those papers onto the floor. Humans developed pattern recognition for survival, and not imagining fucking your boss in his cramped office. 

Now you’re giving yourself away too, the way your eyes immediately flicker down to his mouth. It’s downturned, like it always is; reading Wesker is always about the eyes. They’re still half-hidden underneath those stupid glasses, but you can still see the way they’re watching you all the same. 

It’s an act of rebellion to kiss your boss, a death sentence like mistaking a death-cap for a puffball. You wonder if you should add this to the report, that you grabbed God by the collar and crushed him to your mouth post-incident. 

“You’re not fucking invincible,” he whispers against your lips, squeezing the fat of your cheeks between his fingers. Your lips purse at the force, and he grins at the sight. “Don’t do something stupid like that again.”

That stupid, unbidden smile rears its ugly head again. Sometimes death tastes like chapstick and not iron in your mouth. 

[bonesandthebees]

OOOOHHDHFJGK i love the stars wilbur fact so much and oh . Now i am thinking about how much i miss stars sobs its so good

And okay . I am trying to be normal bee. I am so normal about this sandduo slice of life (have i ever told u that slice of life is my fav au ever) tHATS NORTHWEST AND NATURE CENRRICIDUD im normal . I am sooo normal . Literally. I am a perfectly normal human being who took this information, smiled, and moved along like a normal human being. Yep.

AHDKFJDLFFJDLFJKDFJLDDHFLDHDLFHSKFHDLDHFLGHDLFHSLDHDLDHDLFJDLDHDLDJDLFHDLFFJDLHDLFHFLSJDFLJDDLJFDLFJGLJDJFFJLDJGKFK

coughs

Anyways genuinely excited at the idea!! But i also won't be upset if it never gets posted, bc i totally fucking get you man, and you are so valid for that

I am also just . In shock at the idea even existing LMAODJFGKF are u trying to target me bee, i feel targeted rn wtf /pos

And on another note, THE NEW WIP SOUNDS SO COOLFJGKGK i keep forgetting to read rhe prequel one shot bUT YAURRHFFFFF happy to see more sandduo but ALSO excited to see rainduo, i love how you write rainduo sosososo much and ofc . Crimeboys, ur crimeboys are the only ones ever sighs

You know i never really thought of myself as a big politics fan but hot damn i fucking loved stars sm so im excited to see more of it!!! I feel like the tension is gonna be SO GOOD also HELL YEAH MURDER TIME LETS GOOO

Ough i love grey morality it's sooo fun to play around with eueueueu i feel like theres gonna be some crazy shit to work with for theories n stuff i am sooo excited

Thanks for the banger info bee :D (again no pressure on the sandduo au at all!!! I just think it's very neat that it exists :D <3)

stars I miss it too <333

LMAO yeah I had a feeling you'd have a Moment learning that I have a slice of life sandduo fic living in my drive. I really do want to write it, but it's just one of those things where every time I sit down and try to do it my brain just doesn't latch onto it. I'm currently trying to rework the plot to make it a bit more interesting for me because I really adore the concept and atmosphere, but idk I also like the og story I came up with so I might just try to push through

here's a snippet though if you want to get an idea of the vibes

also don't worry about reading the royalty au prequel lol it's not necessary to understand the main story, it'll just help provide a little more backstory and context :)

i'm so glad you're excited though!! I'm really excited to dive back into writing royal politics. I didn't think I would enjoy writing it that much either but then I wrote stars and was like "oh my god this is so fun" so I can't wait to share that world with you guys

[liauditore]

26!!!

Space Zace Mutualson you know this. You were there for this. (<-- suggestive art in the link)

I have simply accepted the fact that I live amongst jesters and frauds and one day you will all collectively tell me the sky is Green, Actually and yet somehow my spirit remains unbroken. I hate you and everything you stand for.

ask game

ok but more serious response under the cut (HE IS GINGER THO YOU CAN PRY MY DEAD CORPSE OFF THIS HILL)

In general I must say I believe every interpretation is somewhat valid when it comes to art.

Let's say you're listening to a break-up song some guy wrote about his very specific ex-girlfriend Aleisha. You might read the backstory to it and learn about Aleisha but you're probably not going to think about This Guy's Girlfriend Aleisha when you think of the song, but your personal experiences with similar themes of heartbreak/separation instead.

Like yes, technically the 'correct' meaning behind the song is about Aleisha but the story in your head, the one that applies specifically to you, is probably more interesting to think about than Aleisha.

What I'm trying to say is although I have very specific storylines and themes in mind when I draw, I like it when people take what I give and spin their own little tale out of it, y'know? I think it's neat. The best FNAF theories were the wrong ones.

Buuuut that's just how I feel about it anyway.

I think the closest thing to a time where I felt the need to shut someone down was the bit of drama that happened in the notes of this piece (<-- again, horny art lol). Just cus I felt like it was kind of not really even related to the artwork and I don't think I actually really even cleared up how I portray scott/pearl but what can I do 😭😭

(just for the record for anyone who's interested, I don't see them as romantic OR platonic. they hate eachother so deeply that it comes back full circle into passion and care for each other, in that "if i lose you i lose what i live for" kind of way that can only exist within fiction. romantic-coded but not romantic if that makes sense? like batman and joker)

also i don't like being policed and im a rabid animal so if the Internet ever did get on my nerves abt the way i draw or don't draw something I would probably just go straight the opposite direction out of spite lol (FYI the above incident is a-okay to me since everyone was reasonably respectful but I've definitely seen some over the top reactions to stuff in the past. ppl on tumblr tend to be polite tho)

so uh yeah 👍

[vicholas]

This whole article is pretty laughable and badly written but also I feel it’s a pretty good example of something I’ve been thinking a lot about Wikipedia, which is that if you get well familiar with how things are done in there, the kind of language Wikipedia admins like, and how to try to decorate an irrelevant topic to make it look more notable than it is, they won’t delete your article and will be happy to keep it there.

Wikipedia admins and editors claim to be pretty strict about notability of topics and about having tight standards on what to deem notable and what not, but along with a lot of documented bias they have, they have a very pedant quality of appreciating more bullshit articles that try to polish a turd by making it look encyclopedic, over the kind of articles that can be more important but were written by someone less familiar with Wikipedia’s formatting and culture.

Here in the Mako Mori Test article, you have a neat little section at the beginning talking about gender theory in film to make the article look serious and that it knows what’s talking about, talking about Judith Butler’s views that have nothing to do with this to make it seem there’s more historical precedent to your fucking Tumblr test than there actually is.

You have a section in the article about criticisms towards the Bechdel Test being used as measure for Feminism In Movies, which the article uses to boost as proof the Mako Mori test is the cool hip new alternative despite that test not being mentioned in those criticisms sourced at all. But citing those criticisms makes the bullshit test seem more valid.

Bullshit “respectable” sources to make your turd article look important is easy when you know when to do it. The Mako Mori Test article has 30 sources listed, including academic books, all formatted neatly to make it look good and disguise that their main source is a fucking Tumblr post and most of those sources don’t talk about said test at all, most are about unrelated reviews of Pacific Rim, of the Bechdel Test, of feminism and movies, of feminism criticism of Disney movies. 

Of the 30 sources in the article, only 9 talk about the titular test:

Of those: 2 are Tumblr posts, 3 others are other kinds of blogs, 1 is Aja Romano of all fucking people, 1 is a women's lifestyle magazine, 1 is an independent science fiction magazine, and 1 is Slate, arguably the most respectable and credible source from the whole list. And the Slate article is not about the test itself, it’s about the treatment of Mori in the second film and brings up the test related to the character’s impact and reactions to her treatment in both films. 

Bullshitting sources to make your topic seem more notable than it is gets easier as time goes as internet journalism relies more and more on reporting on whatever trend is popular in social media to be topical, and those sources are counted as reliable by Wikipedia. See the, fucking, Wikipedia article on "Dark Academia” which has Nytimes and The Guardian articles talking about the topic in its sources.

This whole following section of the article feels like it’s just there to have more sources at the end of the article (each source is just. a link to a site defining each of these concepts listed in relation to feminism analysis) lmao:

I could continue dissecting the article but this post is so long already. Anyway I get frustrated with Wikipedia a lot, I wish the stupid ways Wikipedia works would be discussed more instead of being treated as this whole. flawless system. Wikipedia admins are humans, and often pretty dumbass and shallow ones.

[xiaq]

Ok I'm probably not going to say this right but after your last post I have have a question I guess? I don't really like sex and I love the idea of a relationship that doesn't require sex to be happy and healthy. I really relate to the whole not being anxious about taking a shower together or expectations or wahtever that you talked about but I've never experienced it before. Is that something you get from dating a friend? I guess I just want to know how you get to a place like that.

CW for sex talk. Hello friend. Apparently today is the day for Long Ass Ask Answers.

I wish someone had told me this years ago so I’m saying it to you now in case it saves you some angst:

Don’t settle for bad sex.

If you don’t like the sex you’re having, stop. If you don’t like having sex at all—neat! You’ll have so much time for other activities. You do not owe yourself to anyone, under any circumstances, even if you’re socially trained to think you do.

Listen. I took PhD qualifying exams in Feminist theory. And even I had more or less submitted myself to the idea that sex just wasn’t going to be that fun for me and I’d need to learn to deal or be alone.

I admittedly have very little sexual experience, but the experience I had up until my current relationship was lackluster. I wasn’t repulsed by sex, but it was eh at best and painful at worst and I’d never initiated a sexual situation in my life because A. ultra conservative Christian doctrine during your formative years can seriously fuck up your perception of intimacy in general (insert Youth Pastor Voice here: “men enjoy the act of sex, women enjoy the results of sex: children”) and B. I just…would rather do all sorts of other things. Sex was a thing other people wanted from me and if I cared about them I was supposed to provide it.

Objectively, I knew this was wrong. And yet.

Let me lay out some Inarguable Truths for you. Sex should not:

hurt (unless you want it to)

make you uncomfortable

make you feel dread or guilt before or afterward

be used as leverage

be coerced

be treated as a necessity by your partner

I told my current partner at the very beginning of our relationship (when I was trying to convince him that he didn’t actually want to be in a relationship with me) that I didn’t particularly enjoy sex, that I really didn’t like penetrative sex, and I that wasn’t willing to pretend otherwise anymore.

His response: “then we won’t have sex.”

Let me tell you, that threw me for a loop. I was expecting the more typical, “you’d enjoy sex with me” or even “what a waste.”

“Ever?” I asked.

“Ever.”

Well, okay then.

After a couple of weeks, I decided to try anyway. Not because I felt pressured but because I was curious. I thought maybe there would be one of those fanfic/romance novel moments and, suddenly, I’d love sex because I’d found The Right Person. Reader, I did not get my moment. Except for this time, I didn’t feel like I had to just suck it up. So we stopped. We made stir fry and cuddled and talked about the RMS Carpathia and Abraham Lincoln’s assassination (any nerds know what these things have in common?) instead. A+ evening.

A week later, he came to me, and after spending a surfeit of time qualifying what he was about to say with assurances that he didn’t expect anything from me, etc., etc. he told me he’d done some research because he was concerned there was an underlying issue causing my pain/discomfort. I hadn’t ever thought to ask my doctor because, at my pap/annual exam each year, they’d say my downstairs parts looked fine and send me on my way. Surely they would have said something? But I made an appointment with an OB and I brought a list of questions.

Did you know that endometriosis can make penetrative sex hella painful? Did you know that, if you have an autoimmune disease, even if you’re managing it well, you might deal with significant inflammation the week before your period, which can also make sex hella painful? Did you know that if you’re a small human you might just have a lower cervix which can (surprise) make sex hella painful? Did you know that there are things you can do to at least somewhat ameliorate these issues? Did you know that, when you stop viewing sex as an uncomfortable thing you have to provide and instead view it as an optional activity where you have full autonomy, you suddenly stop feeling guilt and dread at the very concept of physical intimacy and can actually, maybe, enjoy it? I do now. I didn’t for 15 years.

Do not settle for bad sex. Because if someone isn’t willing to sort out why you’re uncomfortable, and how to change your approach to intimacy to fix it, they’re probably not a good partner for you. If you simply don’t want sex and your partner insists on it, they’re probably not a good partner for you. There is a whole spectrum of reasons why you might not enjoy sex and I obviously can’t speak to all of them but Please. Learn from my mistakes. When you start drawing hard lines you're going to make progress, one way or another. Don’t let anyone convince you that you’re broken or undesirable if you’re not interested in sex. That’s a them problem, not a you problem.

I arrived to the place I'm at in my current relationship because I advocated for myself and said I wasn't willing to do something that made me uncomfortable. And my partner, who views me as a three-dimensional human being with more to offer the world than my body, immediately validated my feelings and agreed not to push my boundaries. Was the fact that we were friends for years helpful there? Sure. Because I already implicitly trusted him. But the important thing here is to know your limits and be willing to stick up for yourself. If you're explicit about your desires, it's easier to find the folks who are a good fit for fulfilling those desires.

[barry-j-blupjeans]

14 with the twins?

14. “We’ve been by each other’s sides for years, you think I’m gonna leave now?”

--

Lup and Barry were at the desk, so deep into their discussion that neither noticed when Taako opened the door for the third time in the last hour. The surface of the desk was crowded with different papers and a few music theory books sat nearby, opened to seeming random pages. Barry flicked through the closest one, talking under his breath about something, and Lup's eyes lit up.

Taako closed the door behind him, finally stepping inside. Neither of them looked up. Taako opened the door back up and shut it a little louder, accompanying it with a loud sigh.

Both of them jumped. Point for Taako.

"Taako!" Lup said, shuffling some papers together in a neat pile. "I, uh, I thought you weren't gonna be back 'til six?"

"It's seven," Taako said. Lup grimaced.

"Right," she said. "Right, okay-" she scooped up more of the papers, pressing them into Barry's arms. "Take these." She piled up the books and gave those to him, too. "These too. And this!" She hurriedly clicked her violin case closed, shoving it at him. Barry was suitably overwhelmed by all of this, but he was still smiling, his cheeks slightly pink.

"I'll see you at dinner?" he said. Taako resisted the urge to roll his eyes. He was gonna see everyone at dinner. That's what dinner was.

"Of course," Lup said brightly. Taako stepped aside, opening the door to let Barry out. "See you then!"

"For sure!" Barry said.

Taako shut the door. Lup leaned against the desk, her ears flushed. She looked... happy. Not that she didn't look happy at other times, but the mission had brought them into a consistent state of stress. Here she looked content. No underlining worry or heartache or whatever. But then she glanced at Taako and the look fell slightly.

"You forgot," Taako said, coming to sit down on the bed.

"We lost track of time," Lup said. "Are you still up for making those cookies?"

"I-" Taako sighed, rubbing his eyes with the palms of his hands. "I don't know. I've had kinda a rough day and I was just like- wow, I can't wait to go back to the ship so I can cook with Lup! But then it was six and you were in here with Barry. Which is fine, by the way!" It was not fine at all, but Taako wasn't gonna say that. "So I gave y'all a bit. And then I checked back in at six fifteen. And then six thirty. And then again at six forty-five."

"Taako," Lup said. "I'm really sorry, babe, but we were kinda into it. You know I would've stopped if you had said something."

"But-" You looked so happy. You were really focused and I didn't wanna break that. You and Barry really need to sort out your shit and I'm not gonna mess with that now that you're finally getting to it. "It's whatever. It's fine."

"Don't do that," Lup said, leaning forward.

"Do what?"

"Do that," Lup said, gesturing to him. "Don't lie to me Taako. If you're angry or whatever, that's fine. I can deal with you being angry. T-B-H, I would also be sorta angry if you missed our Feel Better Cookie time. Just tell me what's up."

"It's nothing," Taako said, despite the fact that it was definitely a big something.

"You don't gotta treat me like a little kid, T," Lup said. "I'm a big girl, I can handle whatever emotions you've got. That's what older sisters are for, dumbass."

"One," Taako said. "I'm the older one and you know it-" Lup snorted. "Two, it's just... I don't know." He brought his feet up on the bed, hugging his knees. "I've been waiting forty fucking years for you two to make the move on each other and I've been fine that whole time. But now that it's happening, I'm just sorta... Ughhhh. You know?"

"I think I know," Lup said. She got up from the desk and climbed onto the bed with him. "Scootch over."

"Nah," Taako said, but scooted over anyway.

"Listen," Lup said, putting a hand on his arm. "I'm not gonna say that your feelings aren't valid or something, 'cus they are. But I also wanna tell you that there's no way in hell I'm gonna abandon you for Barry, okay? I- I care about him a lot. A lot more than I ever thought I would. But you, Taako, will always be my first priority. Got it?"

"I guess."

"No," Lup said, squeezing his arm. "Listen to me, babe. Don't just hear me. You are a part of me. My heart, Taako. You are the reason I'm still here and I'm the reason you're still here. Whatever I feel about Barry or anyone else, you're going to be above them. We've been at each other's sides for years, you think I'm gonna leave now? Fat chance."

"Does Barry know that?" Taako asked. "'Cus that seems like a weird way to start a relationship with someone, not gonna lie. Hey, babe, I love you but if I had to choose between you and my brother, I'd deffo not pick you."

"Barry knows," Lup said, ignoring Taako's tone. "I don't think there's a world where Barry wouldn't know that. Where anyone on this ship wouldn't know that. I'm gonna be heartbroken if anything happens to anyone, but they know I'm gonna get you first if there's danger. Nothing's gonna change that."

Taako exhaled, glancing toward the desk again. There were a few papers left, mostly just mismatched notes. He sat up a bit.

"I'm okay if you save Barry before you do me," Taako said, hurrying to continue as Lup opened her mouth. "Just 'cus he's so much softer, I guess. He needs protection."

"He's a grown man, Taako."

"So am I," Taako said. "Well, elf, but same difference. Just... name your first kid after me or whatever. I'll consider that payback for this."

"Taako!" Lup said, shoving him. Taako laughed, falling against the wall. Lup's face was slowly turning red. "Don't- we're not even actually dating yet, don't say shit like that."

"I'm just saying!" Taako said. "You owe me! It's only fair!"

"Shut the hell up," Lup said. "Do you want cookies or not?"

"Uh, of course, I want cookies," Taako said, and no sooner had the words left his lips than Lup was getting up, dusting her clothes off. She headed towards the door and Taako scrambled off the bed to keep up with her. He asked, "should we invite Barry along?"

"This is hell," Lup said. "I'm in hell."

"Good," Taako said.

[fictionplumis]

I see your “Roche is secretly a half-elf” and raise you “Shrodingers Roche”. 

Half the things he does is just so Aen Seidhe that when it gets to the point where he’s forced to cooperate with the Socia’tael for the benefit of everyone, like we all want to happen, the elves are just like, “Okay, he has to have Elder Blood. Humans aren’t normally like that, especially humans like him, who revel in violence, murder, and bloodshed. I mean, he doesn’t know who his father is, so...” 

And then Roche turns around and says or does something that contradicts the theory completely and all the elves throw their hands up like, “Nope, he’s a dh’oine.”

-- Roche likes being up high places, both because there’s a tactical advantage but also because he just does. He’s a Blue Stripe, he knows how to climb a tree like a Squirrel, and yes, sometimes he will do it just to sit in the damn tree because at least there he has some peace and quiet sometimes and can observe the surrounding area better. 

-- He hates jumping through the branches chasing down some Socia’tael member who won’t do the decent thing and just let themselves be shot from the trees by a crossbow or come down themselves to get their asses handed to them in a proper fight. Fuck that. He will drag that elf from the tree by their ankle on sheer principal to kill them on the ground. You know, the only sensible place to fight. 

-- He’s really good with a bow. Ves is better than him with a crossbow and is quickly catching up to his skill with a regular bow, but for the moment he can still outshoot her if they’re both using traditional bows. His aim is also damn good with a crossbow for a human, Ves is just better. 

-- Hates using a bow. Just fucking hates it. Iorveth or someone will preach about the benefits a bow has over a crossbow and Roche will go, “Oh yes, well my opionion is,” then he flips the bird and leaves to go shoot shit with his crossbow. But of course he would rather use a sword, or a knife, or just straight up start fucking people up with his mace because who needs poise or grace when you can just bust their skull in with a mace? 

-- When he explained how the Blue Stripes were so hard to ambush without Roche figuring out their location seconds before the ambush, what he describes sounds oddly like he’s tuning into the feeling of the forest. He claims it’s a feeling, like the trees are holding their breath, like there’s a charge in the atmosphere, a drop of pressure on a beautiful sunny day before a bad storm. And what human can feel the natural world around them that strongly and not have a drop of Elder Blood there? 

--Then they watch him pass up five different medicinal herbs on his way to pick some poison mushrooms that aren’t deadly if cooked, but will cause mild stomach pains nonetheless. And Roche is like, “It’s fine, because it’s food that doesn’t kill anyone and doesn’t cut into our rations. Who cares about some mild abdominal cramping? Ves goes through that once a cycle and she’s fine. My unit never complained about them before besides the one person who died before we realized we needed to cook them, but no one liked him anyway.” 

-- He likes looking up at the stars, which Iorveth found particularly endearing. Of course, as a Commander and someone who travels a lot, Roche would need to know how to navigate by them, but laying on his back at night looking up at them twinkling overhead isn’t navigating, and Roche even knows some of the lore behind the constellations, even if the lore he knows is heavily changed to fit human beliefs when they had once been elven stories. 

-- Roche can identify the Guiding Star and knows that it’s part of a ladle, but he doesn’t get how it’s a ladle. He can’t see the ladle. He finds the star because he recognizes the pattern of the other stars around it but they don’t look like a fucking ladle. And he knows those three stars over there are the belt of a hunter but that does NOT look like a hunter with a bow. He cannot for the life of him understand how some people saw those dots in the sky and went, “Ah yes, that looks like an archneas.” Don’t try to show him and point it out star by star, don’t try to draw him a picture and explain it, he won’t get it. He doesn’t see it. He thinks people that do are a little touched in the head. 

-- His ears are sensitive. 

-- He claims that’s pretty normal for humans and they aren’t even slightly pointy.

-- When he wants to, he can move incredibly silent and blend in well with the forest despite being bright fucking blue. There is a kind of grace about him, too. All of those things are too well done for most skilled humans.

-- He’s big. He’s bulky. He has to try at being silent. Body hair. Also he would rather not fight with grace, he’d rather just wail on someone with his fists and taste blood in his mouth.

-- He rarely dreams, and when he does, they’re intense. 

-- All the dreams he has can easily be explained by PTSD. 

-- Roche does actually find peace in being in nature. When he’s alone. When he’s not looking over his shoulder for threats. And he’s very good at just being in the middle of the woods and doing things. It’s something he never admits to anyone because it just never really comes up. 

-- If given the choice between being in the middle of the woods, or in a city with a fucking bed and roof over his head, he’ll pick the bed ANY DAY. 

-- He’s actually a very clean person if given the choice. He likes baths, especially hot baths because they ease his aching muscles. And he prefers his clothing looking nice and neat, like he just stepped out of the Vizima palace. 

-- He doesn’t complain about going weeks covered in blood, sweat, dirt, shit, and gods only know what else. He’ll complain about having to scrub it off his clothes, though. 

-- He’s fucking TOUGH. For a human, he’s survived some extreme shit and kept on trucking. He can take a fall, he can take a hit, he can nearly be burned alive by a dragon and then buried under half a foot of rubble and get up and be pissed off that his uniform is scorched and he broke three ribs. Socia’tael have seen him take arrows and just keep coming. 

--  He aches a lot. Muscles, joints, especially his wrists from using a sword. All that jumping after the Socia’tael and fighting his way out of every situation has taken a real toll on his body. He often wears compression gloves under his studded ones to help with the pain. He claims that age is a factor because he’s not a young man anymore, but Elder Blood would staved that off for a bit longer. Time will tell on that one, whether is pain his lifestyle or age, and if he lives long enough for his age to give much of a hint.

-- And a random thing that screws up the whole idea he might have Elder Blood, this poor man can’t carry tune for shit. Can’t even hum on key. He’s fucking awful and so he just WON’T because his biggest weakness is doing something minorly embarrassing. 

So the question becomes, is Roche a half-elf, a weird human, or are humans just sometimes like that? Until they know for sure, all are equally likely and valid.

[ct-multifandom]

Caprikid Theory

Whoa, part three after all these years? Executive dysfunction has been kicking my butt, but lately I’ve started getting paranoid that these hero episodes are actually getting closer and closer, so that motivated me to sit down and write this. Below are links to the Minotaurox and Coq Courage theories respectively. Only one left after this.

https://ct-multifandom.tumblr.com/post/656811441319526400/minotaurox-theory

https://ct-multifandom.tumblr.com/post/656909625308938240/coq-courage-theory

As usual, the first question is: what inspired this hero? The most obvious hint would be the name of the goat kwami, Ziggy. Their name is a reference to Ziggy Stardust, one of David Bowie’s characters/personas. What does that have to do with goats? I don’t know. But I think it’ll at least show in his design.

Here are Alladin Sane and Ziggy Stardust, two of Bowie’s most famous characters. At first, when I saw Caprikid’s silhouette I was a bit confused by how round? I guess? His head was, like there’s no indication of hair texture and it almost looks like he’s wearing a helmet. Then, I realized that without his little hair poof thing, his head is pretty round anyways. I think the hairstyle he has as a superhero might be similar to Bowie’s typical haircut.

Also, I’ve seen people theorize that he might have long hair because that fur or whatever on his chest looks like it might be long hair behind him, but that’s impossible because they can’t animate long hair well in scenes with a lot of movement. For example, when Juleka moves around, her hair behaves in a really stiff and unrealistic way, and all the other superheroes have short hair or their hair put up for this reason. The miraculous itself are hair clips, after all.

I also feel like he might have makeup/face paint instead of a mask to mix things up and represent a glam rock influence, but maybe I’m getting into What I Would Do territory. The last part of his design I’ll talk about are his hands. At first, I thought he was holding his hand over his tool and had some sort of fur on his wrist, but now I realize that if he’s holding the tool from underneath that could just be his thumb and the pole’s shape.

Here’s Reverser concept art which shows how round his head is. More importantly, I’m not giving up on deriving possible hero powers from villain powers because even if there’s no obvious surface level connection or polar opposite theme, just about all of them still have something there.

When theorizing, I tried starting with traits associated with goats. Earlier this year, my idea for the goat power was something related to telekinesis, and the best word I could come up with was “assertion” which fits with goats. My idea was inspired by the theory that his tool is a shepherd’s cane, which would just be super neat, but also the goat on the zodiac is sometimes represented by a sheep or ram, and considering that the clips are shaped like ram horns, not goat horns, I don’t think this is too far of a stretch.

My more recent idea is something related to balance, something goats are really good at. The best word I could come up with for this is “moderation”, maybe “mediation”. I’m not thinking physical balance, but metaphorical. Kind of like how the monkey uses the power of derision to mess up everything around them, this power would be used to “balance” out blatantly unfair situations or strong emotions. I like this idea because it plays well into Reverser and Marc’s development (if you can even call 15 seconds of screen time that) since.

Reverser sees the world in “black and white”, hence his monokuma-like coloration. If he doesn’t like something about someone, he forces them to be the polar opposite. Afterwards, Marc realizes that things are more complicated than that, and that “babe, you’re really not looking like the idealized version of you I have in my head rn” isn’t a valid motive to threaten the city with trash missiles.

I think the goat power being the opposite of Reverser’s power, as in finding a grey area, would be a good continuation of this theme. I think the goat color scheme also being black and white could support this connection because whenever all the miraculous or kwamis are represented by one color, the goat is grey, and the black and white on Ziggy and the clips are more mixed together and balanced rather than one side vs the other.

I think the last thing I’ll talk about is the tool. I’ve seen a lot of people guess that it’s a brush of some sort that functions similarly to Furious Fu’s calligraphy brush. Honestly, I’m not a huge fan of this idea because, once again, it’s already been done, and also that thing is huge. Like imagine trying to paint with such a giant brush. Not efficient. I think this theory originated when Nath was the most common candidate for the goat, but it doesn’t make sense to me.

My first reaction to the tool was that that “brush” shape was a decorative back end on it, and that Caprikid was holding it tilted down, not up, making the head of the tool cut out of the silhouette to avoid spoilers. The “brush” on the tail end actually kind of reminds me of Ziggy’s tail now that I think about it. I mentioned earlier that I like the shepherd’s cane theory a lot, and I don’t have much outside of that, but if it’s not a hooked cane then I hope it’s something unique and imaginative because three other users already have staffs/canes as their tools. I think the cane would check out with the pattern of hero tools typically not being actual weapons, but things that could be used in a fun way in a fight to move around and act defensively.

Side note: I’m expelling this from my drafts for obvious reasons (paranoid about him just showing up unannounced) and will start on the last post, Traquemoiselle’s, in 3-50 business days. Happy less-than-two-hours until Ephemeral.

[we-rate-tmnt]

Give us the Donatellos!

Donnie is my favorite so Imma be super biased on this one. Maybe I like smart guys or maybe purple is my favorite color, you’ll never know!

Up first, the og ‘hehe turgle’

Donatello (1987)

Yeah I’m sorry for making this 

First of all, not the biggest fan of his voice. It has a bit of a whiny quality to it, and I’m not about all that jazz. His gismo’s look pretty lame a lot of the times, either it’s a grey box with some buttons, dials and flashing lights or looks like it was pulled directly from Lost in Space. Still a cute design but he felt pretty bland and seemed to be used for plot convenience most of the time. To put it simply, he was cute and essential but kinda bland. I’m always really harsh on this version because it’s so painfully dated and cheesy, which ain’t my cup of tea, but what can I say be hehe turgle.

5/10

I had a crush on this Donnie so you know that this is not remotely close to a fair rating but eh, I love him and yall do too

Don (2003)

His voice, such a huge improvement. I’m really sound-oriented and I often like to play a game of ‘I’ve heard the VA before, but which role?’ when I watch cartoons and I don’t mean to brag, but I’m pretty good at it. So when I heard that soft, caring voice, ten year old me was head over heels. Which is one quality I love about him. His heart is so huge, like I can think back to a bunch of side characters and most of them were introduced through Don helping or knowing them. The Atlantians and the homeless in the show owe so much to Don, but he goes out of his way to make sure that they are alright. In the last season (which everyone hated but I actually really liked so fuck me I guess), Splinter is lost into tiny pieces across the web and Don blames himself and goes without sleep and food for days to bring him back. It broke my heart, and I’m pretty sure a lot of others, to see him like that.

On a lighter note, I vaguely remember this one scene where the triceration dude is like ‘you did this!’ and Don’s like ‘I did? Good for me then.’ and had a very pleased grin on his face right after. I don’t know why, but that killed me. Bless Don and his rare, but excellent, comebacks.

He really does so much and there were quite a few episodes focused on him. He also had quite a bit of character development, not as much as Leo, but whoever gets any more development whatsoever besides Leo?

I love him he’s amazing protect him/10

Next up is the Donnie that helped me love my old gap tooth.

Donnie (2012)

Voiced by the very talented Rob Paulson, this Donnie goes back and forth from really great character to eh. The whole April thing was just kinda strange to me and I don’t really think it added anything other than some interesting Casey and Donnie banter. His crush was really strong the first two seasons and came off as stalkerish almost. Although I’m guilty of having a picture of a crush as my lock screen once as well, so I can’t judge that much. I really liked that they actually addressed this when Bigfoot had a crush on Donnie and he realized how April felt. Yeah, that episode was weird and just didn’t make any sense, but it really helped Donnie gain a new perspective and made him go from super crush to (mostly) hidden pining. He has a nice design as well, especially with the gap tooth. I used to have one and was really embarrassed of it but whenever I saw that Donnie had one, I thought it looked neat and I started to see myself in a more positive light. It’s closed up now, but I can still spray water between the little bit that’s left as a parlor trick. But seriously, what the FUCK was up with Don visiososoos whatever tf his name I I don’t understnad my tiny brain don’t understand why my purple boy tried to kill this dude who looked like he should’ve been wearing a red jumpsuit in the background of a pixar robot love story. Anyway, my tall gap tooth son, ily.

7/10

Then, the barely changed but fantastic

Donnie (Heroes in a Half Shell: Blast to the Past)

Baby but Bastard at the same time purely because of the ‘Anyone who bothers me, ejector seat button’s right there’ line. 

10/10

Now this version has one of my favorite designs out of all the Donatello’s!

Donatello (2014/2016)

They put a lot of thought into his design psychically, the long body, the near-constant look of surprise and curiosity in his features, the gadgets made of common objects, the wraps on his arms, I would love to be able to think of and make those kinds of details! It was all really well thought out and he stood out since he wasn’t as bulky as the rest of the turtles. I really like the little lines and the actor did a fantastic job on the delivery and really made the character come to life. Some favorites: ‘Ohmygod, they have guns’, the little awed, snorty chuckle when he flips a car over with his bo staff, ‘doitdoitoitdoit im not gonna stop til you do it doditdoit’ and when he straight up yeets himself out of a plane. He has a genuine curiosity in everything he does and I think he might be my favorite version. It’s hard to choose when it comes to Donnie because he varies so wildly. But for detail, voice and writing alone, definitely the 2014 Donnie.

8.5/10

Next up is God himself

Donnie (2018)

Chaotic as all hell, like I can’t think of a more chaotic character from ANY of the versions other than this Donnie. I have a lot of thoughts about his character in general, from design, to psychology and complexes. First and foremost, Donnie is a softshell turtle, meaning he has a DOPE battle shell and overall looks pretty damn neat. Although, I think that just the fact he’s biologically weaker has caused him to put up a lot of boundaries between him and his family and friends. He can’t be incredibly strong like Raph, agile like Leo or fast like Mikey and even though he brags about being smart, he feels almost beneath his brothers and strives to outdo them in any way he can. He wants to show them that he’s just as, if not more so, talented and feels overlooked because his inventions become ‘too smart’ or ‘too over the top’ and even the ones that work out incredibly well are written off for flashier projects. 

He depends on technology and feels like that's all he has, and (ironically enough) he’s built up a shield around him. He acts confident and narcissistic and has an almost nihilistic outlook, but he’s frustrated and feels inferior and wants validation more than anything. I came up with this theory when I saw the episode Turtle Dega Nights. I know that the scene was meant for Donnie to express how he feels about Splinter lying about the event and believe that he didn’t genuinely want to hang out with his sons, but that kind of thing feels like it’s been built up over time, like he’s been lied to before about the true meaning behind something. Something like, oh idk, how great his inventions are? Or how helpful he really is? Or how talented he is? Just sayin. Also ngl I might be self projecting a bit, but mmm. Also he has so much purple on him and it’s wayyy more accurate compared to just a purple bandanna bc people who like purple GO ALL OUT. A friend told me this and I thought ‘nah thats not true I like purple’ but then I looked down to find my dyed purple jeans, purple vans and my favorite hoodie, also purple. A really chaotic version but he seriously needs a hug.

9/10

Storytime: One time my friend dressed up as Donnie the same year I was dressing as April O’ Neal and we didn’t even plan it. It was fantastic.

Thank you so much for sending this in! Sorry it’s taking me so long to get around to these! I’m so glad you guys are liking my blog and my opinions!

[moresundamageplease]

(apologies abt the long post, im on mobile)

some juice on sol....

1. general, overall dislike for the majority of the euro gods 😔😔 she and her brother were tossed into space without so much a second thought by odin (and in her lore video ot was stated that him "and his ilk" didnt like them ((particularly their father's arrogance)) so i can extend that to the other gods. like. sol invictus would Not like having to share a name w some barbarian sun goddess from the north) so it really goes w/o saying that she'd be pissed at all of them still, and want to act like an annoying cat around them.

2. particularly w hera. goes into her house and melts all her fancy pots and vases cause tf is she gonna do? turn her into fruit (derogatory)? the only unique nature of being projected is that she can Kinda get away w being a dick lol. cant really punish her again bc shes already destined to die

3. its never explicitly stated in mythos if sol is a jotun or aesir or whatever but. given she was born from mundilfari im saying she and mani are jotuns. that being said, im taking the liberty to say that they have little to no reason to care about gender and sex like mortals do/would since they dont need an explicit partner to bare kids (like. mundi Didnt have a partner. he just suddenly got gregnant w sol and mani and the rest is history lol. and loki was briefly a mom. also ymir is actually intersex so why would they discriminate their old man. jotuns Hate the mortals and gods anyway so they can be a little valid as to why as a treat)

3.5 that being said, the same happened w sols kid, who i named sunna for convenience sake. by that i mean sol didnt get pregnant w her (ex)husband, glenr. it just kinda happened and she rolled w it. tho sol felt awful that essentially sunna was going to inherit a punishment given to her by mundi and co that, once she had her mental bearings in check, took sunna via projection and gave her to sols very obscure, very unknown sister, Sinthgunt (personal theory: goddess of the stars). while it was an easy decision bc she wasnt abt to let her only child be condemned to eternal isolation, it still kinda left her emotionally drained 😔 sometimes ur a mom for like 4 months and you dont really want to let go bc ur kid is the first person you have and can touch wo fear of burning them and ur terribly lonely

3.7 sol (and honestly mani too) doesnt hate mortals. minority of their people but they think theyre neat! if a bit stupid at times, but theres really not much to do aside from just watching them on a day-to-day basis. plus she and him technically count the hours and days for them so its nice to be a little appreciated by Someone.

4. she and glenr got a divorce. easier for ship purposes, as well as maybe making a little drama if need be. glenr can be a dick, as a treat.

5. sol is a little tsundere. shes not gonna tell u shes lonely. like past her Optimist Proxy™ shes a cranky, backhanded bitch whos desperate for someone to be genuinely nice to her lol. like neith might be nice but does she trust it? no, not when neith is older than her lol. it doesnt help sol blames the gods for her position in life 😔😔 basically anyone older than her is going to get the snark and bitchiness, and them being nice to her feels disingenuous. but yea she is. Very alone in every aspect and isnt abt to talk abt it w anyone because Ew.

5.1 but, along w the Lonely™, she also hasnt had a full nights sleep in like. Forever? she learned Very quickly that sleeping on an uncomfortable chariot being chased by loki's grandson is a recipe for disaster, esp if she wants to live. at most she gets a few minutes in periodically, but resting isnt real (which may or may not take part in her crank). but she'd also be a Heavy sleeper. once shes out shes Gone for the foreseeable future.

5.2 im still cranky she doesnt have a taunt for odin but does for loki.

5.5 p much the major reason why sol took an initial liking to arthur and merlin is Because they were raised by and as mortals, and have no bearing of her position.

5.6 but yea vaguely considered rewriting the ragnarok lore bit to include sol bc its kinda dumb she wouldnt be there when her life is on the line. but she'd either Kinda make nice w brits Then, or afterward in hera's mega fuck-up meeting and peace councils.

6. unsurprisingly has a terror for all dogs, no exceptions. growling, barking, yipping, jumping, hackling, Anything a dog does is just. Not good. skoll is traumatizing. hes also a cunt who likes saying some choice words in an attempt to get under her skin and demoralize her (another reason for her bitchiness. sometimes u hear taunts @you for like 100k years and it just bleeds into mannerisms. it doesnt help she has little disposition to not say them). canines are just a no-go for her 😔 they could be the friendliest dog in the world and she wouldn't be 50ft near it.

6.1 otherwise she likes every other animal, particularly bunnies and parakeets

[knifesxedge]

you really are about to unlock smth bc a) i have SO many thoughts on the sequel trilogy and b) im DESPERATE for a distraction so um. i think about the prequel trilogy and i really truly start to lose it. bc force awakens was SO GOOD. like remember the first time you watched it and you (me, but maybe you as well) were like? HOLY SHIT. it was obviously a new hope v2 but it was FRESH and NEW and there were cool characters that i CARED about. (1/3)

HELL YEAH let’s get into it ok ok ok OPINIONS INCOMING.

TOTALLY with u on this. like the prequels make me mad about the wasted potential but tbh the sequel trilogy is just like. draining emotionally because they LOOK so fucking good. the force awakens WAS so so good, like very very star wars even if it was following the plot beats of anh. and then it just. tanked itself holy shit. like at least the prequels look bad, sound bad, it’s like a comical level of tragic. the sequel trilogy feels like having chalk dust spread all over my skin and then being put in an echo chamber of nails on a chalkboard 😔 at this point even tfa comes with a TINY lil bit of like 😞 just because i know what comes after but YES tfa is one of those star wars movies that just FEELS so fucking star wars it makes me unhinged. “THATS ONE HELL OF A PILOT” YEAH BITCH!!! IT IS!!!!! GAY PEOPLE!!!

the last jedi. a mess. i like certain rian johnson films but he should not be allowed to be anywhere near Star Wars. my main problem? (beyond the racism and romanticizing stalking and emotional and physical abuse?) it doesn’t FEEL like star wars. like. ok even in the darkest moments in mainstream star wars films they are SUPPOSED to feel hopeful. tlj feels like watching a train wreck in slow motion it’s just like shitty thing after shitty thing after shitty thing happening to the main cast. i think the casino planet’s design was a little lazy and WAY too underlit and rose’s character was pointless in the way she was shown in the movie. exhausting. the jokes were all on the wrong edge of disrespectful to the characters and the original star wars like luke tossing the lightsaber over his shoulder? appalling. not funny just there for shock value. everyone is out of character. everyone is stressed and miserable all the time. aside from things i didn’t really want to see but wouldn’t have argued with in a better movie (ie luke dying) it really was just a racist misogynistic mess. oh yeah did i mention how they did rey’s character dirty because she went from being a scrappy desert mechanic who’s a little dorky and just trying to find a family and a place in the galaxy to Bland White Girl Servicing a Man’s Character. that pales in comparison to how finn poe and rose’s characters were treated but HOLY shit. i walked out of the theater crying. tfa raised my expectations only to have tlj smash them down to the floor it was. hhhhh ok ok ok im trying to think if i liked anything from the movie. um. you were right it looked good! sound and score were great as usual. i did think poe’s conversation with hux at the beginning was funny. i really liked when leia used the force to come back to the ship (ik that was a controversial scene for some people but i did really like that scene. she deserves it). laura dern is cool i hated her character but in theory laura dern being leia’s lesbian boarding school friend is neat. but yeah im sorry i really REALLY didn’t like that movie we only saw it in theaters once it was so bad. :( i do agree with u abt the force mysticism being cool tho!

rise of skywalker. now maybe it’s because the bar was on the floor after tlj. but i actually liked it quite a bit. still kind of a mess. jj trying to retcon all of the stuff from the last movie because for some reason he wasn’t just allowed to do the whole trilogy. the pacing being a nightmare for the first half. the atrocious abuser-validating kiss at the end. but im gonna be real after having to sit through tlj i was happy enough just to see the main trio back together and finn and poe being treated with more respect to care much about that stuff. disney queerbaits me once again but that’s on me for clowning. i really genuinely liked the scene where rey passes the lightsaber to kylo i thought that was cool but it was overshadowed by the knowledge that the Kiss 🤮 was coming so i didn’t get to enjoy it like i wanted. ALSO hayden christiansen and all the other actors doing the voices in the scene where rey is fighting the emperor (who im pretty sure was only in there because RIAN put the trilogy’s intended big bad into a sparkly gold bathrobe and killed him off in the second movie but im not complaining about seeing ian mcdiarmid) were apparently on set in costume and force ghosts were supposed to protect her in like a big circle and what im saying is i feel robbed and cheated and feral

the only movie of the three i REALLY liked was tfa. now we’re back to How Would I Fix It. step one fire rian johnson. step two put JJ on the whole trilogy and HOLD HIM ACCOUNTABLE for having a plot planned out, or else get a different director TO DO ALL THREE MOVIES. none of this middle of the road “trying to appease both sides of the fandom” bullshit. kylo dies at the end and they DO NOT kiss and that is all the redemption he gets. if disney is claiming gay rep then they SHOW us ACTUAL gay representation. poe and finn kiss on screen and we don’t get a two second blurry background kiss between random characters. completely toss out whatever the fuck that plot was supposed to be in tlj and separate ros into two movies so JJ could actually DO the entire plot he had planned (instead of disney execs chopping down what was p much a four hour movie into two hours twenty two minutes which was SHORTER than the two hour forty minute cut jj reluctantly okayed but i DIGRESS).

god. what the fuck. anyways sorry for completely going off the rails but ty for sharing ur sequel trilogy opinions and ty for letting me rant sorry this got so long but ily!!! ❣️💕💝

[malefi-andromeda]

Long Winding Road Stay Strapped My Dude

By: Astoria Cathryn Andromeda

Alrighty, this is a long one boys. So I touched briefly on this in my Welcome to Literally Everything post. No worries I'll recap you, so you don't have to switch back and forth. I just diagnosed with autism spectrum disorder, and then ADHD when I was 18 years old, and even then I had to fight for it after countless hours of research. See, there seems to be a wee bit of misogyny in the neurodiverse diagnoses. When I say a wee bit, I mean that scientists used to think that only boy could be autistic or ADHD. They only studied autism in males. Fortunately, nowadays we know that girls can be autistic and/or ADHD, but we present the traits differently than boys, and a lot of our traits are played off due to gender roles in society. For example, being overly talkative in girls is called chatty, whereas boys who can't sit still are sent off for testing immediately. This also causes problems for the boys, because little Johnny gets put on Adderall at the ripe age of 6 years old, just because he can't sit still for 8 hours straight, which by the way should not be expected of any elementary school kid, By the time, he's 25 he's 1) completely dependent on amphetamines 2) his body will stop producing dopamine due to being on the medication for so long. Nicht Gut. Generally, boys who are on the spectrum get picked out earlier due to late speaking, or lack of social skills. This is the one thing that girls happen to do better than boys. Girls are good at masking, which is basically taking social traits, phrases, personalities, demeanor, and copying them. In public, they put on a mask and at home, they have a meltdown. Girls are still not picked up as being on the spectrum, because shyness is called being 'ladylike' and 'dainty', and having a meltdown is just because :( girls are oh-so emotional, boohoo. Anyways tons of women do not get diagnosed with autism until they are well into their adulthood, I actually can be considered lucky to have technically still been a teenager when we finally got all the pieces together.

Alright, let's start with I don't know me as a baby. I did not speak until I was 2 years old, and then it was immediately full sentences from then on. I didn't do the babbling thing, which I don't know how impactful that really is to the topic. I was a very shy little girl. I was teeny tiny, we didn't know I if I was going to make it to 5 feet tall until I had a big growth spurt in 7th grade. I am 5'2 now and definitely done growing in case you were wondering, so not that short anymore. I did not like talking to adults, especially strangers, especially men. I did not look anyone in the face, and I will always hide behind my parent's legs when they would try to introduce me to people. I am an only child, and I spent a lot of time entertaining myself. I always had seasonal affective disorder, where my grades would dip in the winter. My parents knew I had a timer, they had 45 minutes from the moment they stepped into a restaurant before I would start breaking down. If I got off schedule as a toddler in any form, it was a catastrophe. Or this is what my parents and family tell me. I didn't really notice. I did not like being out in public a lot, I was a very picky eater, and I was extremely hyper. I was a very eccentric child, I only had 1-2 close friends and they were always a very well-liked outgoing girl who I just followed around. Looking back, I don't know how we missed it. I was shy because I didn't understand how social interactions worked, I was anxious about it because I didn't understand, I had sensory overloads, routines, and a very bland diet with a safe food which was ketchup. I put that shit on literally everything, eas, apples, mac and cheese, pizza, all meat, anything something forced me to eat that I did not like. But because I could sit still in class, and because I could zone out and daydream all day through school and still make A's nobody ever flagged me for anything and how I was supposed to know that not everybody just copied other people, scripted things before they talked, and could never pay attention. My mom always required me to be in a sport, and I was a gymnast and a swimmer for a long time, two very high-intensity sports, to help lower my energy levels, and because my mom has mild depression and she knows that exercise does help. Skip to middle school, my mom tells me I'm being bullied at church. It's not that I wasn't observing my surroundings I knew I was being excluded, but I didn't understand vindictive behavior, I thought it was my fault. I had zero friends in 8th grade until I sat down next to a random acqutaince I had gone to school with since I was 4 and the same gymnastics place. Then we were immediately attached at the hip after that. She is my best friend due this day and definitely got me through high school. Led me through so many social situations without either of us knowing. I had a very close friendgroup in highschool, all of them were on the drumline which I met through my best friend, and my first boyfriend was my best friend's neighbor. I ended up playing bass guitar for my high school's indoor drumline, and it was the best experience ever. I love my friends, but I had really bad depression when I was 15-now:) jk It's better. I didn't really realize I was depressed, I just didn't want to go to school, or swim practice, or do anything so of course, my mom noticed, and then once it was pointed out to me it got worse. My severe anxiety spiraled with my depression. Senior year of high school, my boyfriend and I were like toxic star crossed lovers, hurting each other over and over again without meaning to. My friends and I were self harming, all my close friends gad some demon going on. I finally decided to try therapy again after the disaster of being forced to go when I was 15 and the lady told me I wasn't depressed because I had a boyfriend and good grades. It helped a bit, I was able to get my panic attacks under control. Then I went away to college and stayed dating my senior high school boyfriend, we were just up and down as always, but with slightly better communication. My freshman year of college I joined a fraternity, a research lab, and my first hs boyfriend/ex/best friend and I went to a Christian campus place. By second semester, I had a lot of people who knew me and talked to me, but I didn't have any close friends, and even less close friends who were girls. All my close friends who were girls were at another college. My parents were worried about me, so they made me rush a sorority, which I knew was never my scene, but my parents made me join and I found a few girls I liked. Soon I was going to 6 classes, fraternity chapter, research lab meetings, christain crash group meetings, soriorty pledge meetings all on every Tuesday. I was different person at each of these events and wore a different mask. I was having what I know now were autistic burnout meltdowns every single day on the phone in my crusty dorm's stairwell. It was not cute. His mental health had always been bad too. Finally I decide I need to try a psychatrist and go back to therapy, and then he broke up with me. Then I made my first close friend, a guy who was in 3 of classes, and I took him to my fraternity's formal, and then coronavirus happened.  Rona kinda saved my grades, and mental health by sending us home event though it did suck. I got on anti-anxiety meds and things went up, but I was still having what I thought were panic attacks, they were austistic meltdowns. My psychiatrist, he's kinda an asshole, he diagnosed me with Obessive Compulsive Personality Disorder. I'll insert definition here: (OCPD) is a personality disorder that's characterized by extreme perfectionism, order, and neatness. People with OCPD will also feel a severe need to impose their own standards on their outside environment.> Basically hr told me I had rules for everything like how everyone drives on the right side of the road, but nobodythinks about it andwhen I broke one of my rules I got depressed, and when wasn't perfect I got depressed, and when I made an A I was relieved not proud. The diagnosis seemed to fit really well, and my therapist and I started working finding my rules, and getting rid of the bad ones, and making the others less harsh. I had thought every once and in a while in my life when I was really upset, what if I'm on the spectrum, because I just felt so hopeless for social interactions and I didn't understand. I always felt like I was a very specific person, but after the ocpd I started thinking more and more, and I saw a tik tok of a girl with lae diagnosed autism basically describing me and ranting about the misogyny. I did more research and I decide, yea I'mm gonna bring it up to mypsychatrist well he's a dick, so he was like um you don't act like sheldon cooper from the Big Bang theory,and I was like wellI just I have always thought I might have adhd like be neureodiverse, and he was like your grade point average in hs was a 97.8%, you're not adhd. I immediately cried, because I can't handle when anyone says anything in a even a slightest stringent tone. I'm baby, I know lmao. It made me angry though because I felt like he just brushed away all of my struggles I had in my whole life. I spent hours researching and typed up a 47 page document on evidence for why I was on the spectrum, and had my parents help will some of checklists to make sure I was getting outside perspectives. I rally my parents to be my back up and next psychiatrist appointment we actually talk about it and he asked my parents questions about when I was young and such and finally he was okay you're on the spectrum. I felt so validated and like I could start being myself. I slowly got more and more confident, changed my style of clothing, and researched more about adhd pushed to be tested, and oh look at that I also have ADHD. So basically discourse: "I feel like as a child I coded a machine to do life for me so I didn’t get bothered except I didn’t know about the machine I thought i was the machine and now I’ve become self aware and I have to learn how to read the code and rewrite the code because it’s dysfunctional because I’m not functioning well as a human being. I was really shy as a child. I would turn beat red when people talked to me or looked at me so I think I started cookie cutting situations and using them over and over again because they worked until I accidentally hard wired these expansion rules and expectations for myself. I didn’t may attention is class ever I just day dreamed and if I got good grades i wouldn’t be bothered i could just stay in my head and if I did my sport well my parents didn’t bother me. I was never asked if I did my homework I just did it so I wouldn’t be asked and have to deal with that situation. I would cookie cutter situations in class that would draw the least attention to myself.

I feel like i don’t have friends I just fulfill the expectation like a side quest on video games" I wrote this down pre autism confirmation when i just thought I had ocpd. Now I don't directly identify with ocpd, but I definitely think I developed that personality disorder a bit from living with undiagnosed autism. I am linking below the very informative Tik Toks by the lovely Paige on autism in girls. The imposter syndrome one really hit home. I had had so many panic attacks about thinking I tricked people into being my friend, or thinking I was smart.

I highly suggest watching these short tik toks, you'll definitely learn something

https://vm.tiktok.com/wVvcYA/

https://vm.tiktok.com/wqRRUf/

https://vm.tiktok.com/wnqhvX/

https://vm.tiktok.com/wqeyYg/

https://vm.tiktok.com/wnoE7u/

https://vm.tiktok.com/Kas6gB/

https://vm.tiktok.com/owM9hs/

Imposter syndrome

I am also linking an article about Sheldon Cooper from Big Bang Theory and Autism that explains why my psychiatrist was wrong, and also I am a girl and the spectrum is called a spectrum because it's a fucking spectrum no two autistic people are exactly the same it's like a color wheel.

http://www.autismsupportnetwork.com/news/problem-sheldon-cooper-and-cute-autism-387783

Here is a fun comic about the spectrum and how to view it.

https://the-art-of-autism.com/understanding-the-spectrum-a-comic-strip-explanation/

I am still learning about myself, and how to be me, and how to be myself but without breaking bad social rules. It's quite humorous though because I'll learn something is related to autism and I'm like oh shit again, like still, like, we're still discovering things.

"Tu ne me manques pas"

Bis später,

Astoria.

[captainpufferfish]

ok meet the fuckers who now own my entire soul:

Roman Quinn- Captian of the Right Brains, Twin brother of Remus Quinn, Cis Pan. Born in America, lived in Ireland until he was 15 and then moved back to America. Fine Arts major because paint pretty (this is his actual reasoning) A Very Good Jammer (link to what the fuck im talking abt) kinda shitty at being a pivot because he gets very excited and takes the star before it’s necessary sometimes. Good blocker but he skates v fast so he gotta go slow to keep up with everyone else. Commissions art for money.

Janus Cooper- Captian of the Left Brains, Greek American, Demiboy (he/they) and Gay. Majoring in Engineering because he wants to carry on his moms’ mechanic shop. Equal to Roman as a Jammer, far better as a Pivot. Shitty, shitty blocker. Might as well not be on the track bcz of how bad of a blocker he is. Has a job at Hot Topic because everyone comes in to get the cool alt tights for winter games so he makes more money.

everyone else under the cut!!

Remus Quinn- Plays for the Right Brains, Cis Gay. Born in America, lived in Ireland until he was 15 and then moved back to America. Forensics Major ‘because fuck you’. V good Pivot. Likes to Jam but he’s a little reckless and has skated directly into people and into railings before so the others try and keep him to being a Pivot. Decent Blocker but he can get a little violent with passing Jammers. Can somehow get into locked rooms and shit so people pay him to do morally questionable things (he does it unless he disagrees with it, then he just fucking decks them.)

Logan Ali- Plays for the Left Brains, Egyptian, Moon/Moons, AroAce.  Majoring in Science Education because moon wants to Prove Some People Wrong. Virgil is moon’s QPP. Moon’s a pretty bad Jammer + Pivot because Moon’s pretty slow, but moon’s also the best Blocker on the Left Brains so it balances out. Pretty short but is stronk so moon doesn’t fall over easily. Moon’s Nana pays moon’s college fee but moon still tutors people for extra cash bcz she’s very old and moon also doesn’t feel like he deserves her money.

Patton Samuels- Plays for the Right Brains, Algerian American, Non Binary and Bi. Likes to make puns about how Bi he is- Biracial, Bilingual, Bisexual, Non Binary. Majoring in Peace & Conflict Studies because it’s fun. Good Blocker. Shitty everything else but no one really cares because their games aren’t formal (as much as Ro and Jan think they are) and they can stay in the same positions all the time if they want to. Vibes w/ Lo, Virge and Re as they watch their disaster captains from the Pack.

Virgil Valentine- Plays for the Left Brains, American, Biromantic Asexual and I already mentioned that his QPP is Logan but i’m luring the analogical stans here so i’ll do it again. His anxious brain told him that he couldn’t be a dancer but he ignored it so guess who’s majoring in dance? He’s almost better than Janus at being a Pivot (haha nyooom) but he’s a pretty bad Jammer. Also kind of a bad blocker bcz he’s very tall and gangly but also easy to topple over, but he vibes w/ Logan so it’s cool.

Emile Khan- Plays for the Right Brains. Filipino, Trans Man, Pan. Remy is his boyfriend, they vibe. Majoring in Creative Writing. Good Jammer, pretty average Blocker but he has fun playing any part! Chills with Logan a lot because he thinks moon’s cool. Also helps out in the school gardens bcz he thinks it’s neat!

Remy Flynn- Plays for the Left Brains. American, Cis Gay. Emile is his boyfriend and because they got together before Emile joined the Right Brains Ro and Jan can’t tell them to break up (they wouldn’t anyway. Probably. They were very big into the rivalry thing) Second best Left Brain Jammer other than Janus. Average blocker, bad Pivot. Majoring in Engineering too so he fucks w/ Janus a lot.

Andy Valentine- Plays for the Right Brains. American, Virgil’s younger brother but only by 2 months. Demiromantic Gay, Majoring in Genetics cuz it’s cool and he gets to scientifically throw love at everyone in his team through validating them with science. Hangs out with Pryce, a kid from his Genetics class a lot. Good Blocker, v good vibes. Bad at Pivoting and Jamming but it’s cool.

Nico Flores- Plays for the Left Brains. Italian American, Cis Gay. Majoring in Music Theory & Composition. Great at Blocking, the one guy that everyone likes no matter what team. He’s just that chill. Has been seen with Thomas Sanders, a kid from his music class who’s majoring in Film and Theatre. Likes carrots for reasons that only Thomas and him know, but that’s enough.

[zontiky]

AU where Ben doesn’t die (and you can’t just say he saves the world with his logic!! You gotta get IN DETAIL)

has it been literal months and should i have done this way earlier, yes and yes 

I HATE YOU FOR MAKING ME THINK THOUGHTS BREE

(come on brain, think of things, come on brain, think of things, come on brain, be so smart-) ahem yes anyway

do i have to explain how ben didnt die? no but im gonna

so if we’re going off the fun (/s) theory of “the horror goes berserk and kills ben” or any other takes on “death by tentacle monster” then i propose:

my dear boy bennethy benjamin benson the sixth only rips himself up a little bit

like just a little

OR he dies but he gets better so its okay

anyway ben does not die and fast forward to their thirties

bree you’re not my MOM you’re not allowed to tell me how much i can have ben just be SMART so their family ISN’T falling apart because ben is THERE being the BRAINCELL and lending out WITS yes yes good

luther is not on the moon, because ben didn’t die so he didn’t feel guilty enough to stay, and when reggie sent him on the mission ben was like “...bro we should get coffee. lets skip out on saving this radioactive material and like. go sip some starbucks”

i never said ben was smart 

hes logical but are any of them truly smart

“yes,” says the liar. “no,” says t.he wise old man on the top of the hill. “actually yes but they’re all dumbasses,” says me

ok ok so but 

because ben is alive, this is the shit that does go down:

luther doesnt go to the moon, and he deserves good things so?? no monkeyfication?? blease

diego doesnt give up on being a police officer (klaus voice: hah bootlicker) and doesnt have a bad breakup with eudora, ben is cool like bens tend to be and just psychoanalyses their relationship so they work through their problems, like ADULTS

allison still lowkey screws up her marriage but like a little less? they still divorce but on less bad terms, and she and claire can visit and claire stays with allie on weekends or something

klaus

klaus does not turn to homelessness and whatever the hell klaus has been doing

why, you ask? because this time around be is perfectly physical and can and has punched him 

then five is gone

and ben is a writer maybe because idk i think that’d be neat ok like please let him vent his feeling while making money sakjfsh that a joke but hes valid

vanya!! doesnt write the goddamn book!! fuck!!! 

basically theyre like,,,, omg,,, an actual family woahhhhh

so then reggie dies right and theyre like “eh might as well go, maybe they’ll have scones”

and five comes back and everyone is like :0

ok ok ok so five didnt know anyone was alive bc there was no book right????? so like hes going into this blind 

basically,,,, ben is the family glue,,,, he has the braincells,,,,, he keeps them together,,,, is this good enough bree is this valid

FINE ill keep going smh tho

so at the theater (yes im skipping to vanya somehow losing is (idk how tho) and now shes twv-ing at the theater. unhinged rep, i love her) and ben is like 

“i have not used the horror since i left home. coolio klaus hold my beer”

he doesnt drink tho bc im assuming that fucks with the wigglies

and ben wrecks stuff but,,, carefully,,,

murders some temps guys

when vanya laserbeams the ceiling and the moon falls

this is where i get cool and overpower ben

ben just lets hordes of tentacles like

*whoosing noises*

the HOLD UP THE MOON BECAUSE BEN IS A PUNKASS BITCH AND I LOVE HIM

THEN STRAIGHT UP YEET THE ROCK BACK INTO SPACE

PROBABLY CRASH DOWN A SATELLITE WHICH,,, WHOOPS

BUT YEAH THATS HOW BEN BENNETHY BENITO BENJAMIN BENSON BENNERLY BENTHONY HARGREEVES 

SA VE D THE WO RLD 

the end 

askdjhskf IS THIS WHAT YOU WANTED BREE??? @ur-a-lizard-hairy IS THIS GOOD ENOUGH FOR YOU????

[wahbegan]

catoadie replied to your post “I would just comment but i think this might get too long okay sOOOOO...”

You made the lanterns sound interesting... I’d always written them off as somewhat boring, so that’s pretty neat to see

OOH BOY THIS IS ALL THE EXCUSE I NEED TO INFODUMP OKAY SO 7 CORPS THERE ARE oh also they all have eldritch abominations personifying emotionthat they draw their power from lmfao and it follows light color theory which is fun

so Red Lantern Corps yeah i just talked about they’re at the one end and their eldritch abomination is The Butcher, a giant red demon bull thing next to them is

Agent Orange, the one-man Orange Lantern Corps., his ring runs on avarice and he’s really cool cause he was already a greedy son of a bitch but the orange light of Avarice (oh eldritch abomination Ophidian, a giant snake) makes you go crazy with greed and hoard it all to yourself and go around sapping the power out of other lanterns and killing them. His “Orange Lantern Corps.” is made of orange light constructs of the people that he’s drained

Yellow Lantern Corps, Sinestro Corps is uh god fuck this one’s complex what’s the really short version uhhhh their Eldritch Abomination, Parallax, is a gross lizard-bug-parasite thing that runs on fear and was sapping the power out of the main Green Lantern power battery and made Hal Jordan go insane for a little bit it-it’s not important point is they exorcised it and it found this guy Sinestro, who defected from the Green Lanterns due to reasons of being a fascist piece of shit. So he took his power from Parallax and became the first Yellow Lantern, who run on fear. Their rings are unique because they don’t run on their users’ fear, they run on fear their user inspires in others, the fear of the people around them and yeah they’re p much fascist assholes and the Green Lanterns’ main nemesis 

Green Lanterns are just based on willpower, they’re pH neutral of the emotional spectrum, their eldritch abomination is a giant whale shark thing called Ion, and yeah they can make light constructs as powerful as the users’ will and anything their imagination can conjure up and they’re a peacekeeping force made by the Guardians

Blue Lanterns, two of the Guardians defected because The Guardians are all about that pH neutral emotional thing and they’re kinda like Jedi in that way but two of them found that was stupid bullshit and founded The Blue Lanterns, who run on hope. Blue Lanterns can’t really do a whole lot without a Green Lantern by their side, because somethingsomething hope does nothing without the willpower to act something, but together they’re incredibly powerful. ALSO the blue light of hope is one of like two things that can cure a Red Lantern so they can take their ring off without dying. You might have seen the Blue Lantern Corgi meme, which is adorbs. Eldritch abomination Adara, a terrifying three-headed bird thing which doesn’t scream hope to me but eh

The Indigo Tribe, this one is FASCINATING so Green Lantern runs into Sinestro (as we established, a real piece of shit) in an Indigo uniform with in an Indigo ring that runs on compassion, and he’s like “Yeah i’ve reformed i’m penitent and i’m good now i do good deeds to make up for my hideously awful past” and the WEIRD thing is he actually seems really sincere about it so Hal does a little digging and it turns out ALL of the Indigo Tribe are like former serial baby-curbstompers and puppy rapists and shit and he’s like “what the fuck?!” Turns out the Indigo eldritch abomination is called The Proselyte, and it’s a Lovecraft Squid thing that, kinda like the Orange ring on the opposite side of the spectrum, changes the user’s personality. Difference is, the Orange ring just amplifies what’s already there, Indigo light finds people with no conscience and forces one on them. It forces them to feel remorse for their actions and compassion for others. This is, for some reason, treated like a bad thing because yadda yadda brainwashing yadda yadda I can redeem him withouuuut an Indigo Riiiinngg I need a neeeemessiiiisss waaaahhh. Anyway they’re the ones about whom the least is known and they’ve been seen the least. 

Yeah Hal literally makes them let Sinestro go which is fucking W I L D to me but w/e

And finally, the Star Sapphires, or Violet Lanterns. These are the....the fucking continuity here is so god damned snarled but basically The Guardians are volcels. Actually they’re MGTOW. The females of their species were like “this Jedi shit is....stupid,” and went to harness the power of the Violet Light of Love. They are basically all female. The writer has said men CAN join, but are very VERY VERY rarely worthy which is hilarious to me. Anyway, they found this magical star sapphire with the power of love in it, oh yeah violet eldritch abomination is thE FUCKING PREDATOR, A GIANT XENOMORPH LOOKING DRAGON THING WHICH ???? but w/e anyway at first, they kept trying to put the gem into whoever their Queen was at the time, including at one point Green Lantern’s ex gf, but being at the far end of the emotional spectrum, it had an unfortunate tendency to drive people insane. SO Star Sapphire WAS a villain way back in the day in a very embarrassing FUCK MEN AND FUCK U 4 NOT DATING ME way, this was before all this emotional spectrum canon was established it’s just been explained by retcons anywho they split the gem into power rings so it did not drive people crazy and made the Star Sapphires and they’re good guys now. Also they can crystallize people?

Oh I guess the Predator is like it wants to protect love a bit ViOLeNTly and Does Not Like Men which is valid

Also there’s this bloke Nekron who’s just the grim reaper but evil and he wants to kill everything and makes The Black Lantern Corps. which is made up of the re-animated dead, who seek out people who loved them in life and eat their hearts out and all the Lantern Corps. have to join forces to beat him and they make like a White Lantern Corps which runs on life and yadda yadda

It is fun though I like how Rage and Love are Red and Violet, then as you get closer to the middle it’s Greed and Compassion, Fear and Hope, and then just pure willpower. Oh yeah also the Violet Light of Love can restart a Red Lantern’s heart. D’awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww.