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There's something so heartbreaking about Santos learning to live with another person while learning about them at the same time. She used to have a friend, and since her death, she's closed herself off to everyone, a wall of sarcasm without exception (or one, the only thing greater than her fear is that hunger to be good, but that’s another discussion.)
And that’s something that breaks, though not completely, with Whitaker. She’s able to recognize something genuine in him, be it kindness or helplessness, and now he’s directly involved in her work, her space, her life.
Maybe it starts with a joke, or an all-too-familiar routine, some choice of movie in the marathons I'm sure they have, or that she recognizes that despite trying to avoid it, she’s growing attached to someone after years: but Whitaker unwittingly ends up side by side with a ghost. And Santos is so, so afraid of losing him.
So afraid it’s going to be her fault again.
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Inspired by “summer slips underneath our tongues” of lapsus_calami_21 (ao3)
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equal rights for women will never truly be achieved until we have more female noir detectives
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I made a mistake on Bluesky and now my notifications won’t stop but hey i’ll post it here too!
Anti-Prime sale on bookshop.org until the 11th
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Imagine writing a book or making a game or a comic that gets adapted into a cartoon that's got so many distinct elements of your hometown and region, to the point that all the characters even speak with that very exact dialect you grew up hearing everyone talk. But nobody outside of your tiny hometown area really knows or recognises it, or had ever heard it anywhere else, so now everyone in the wide outside world only associates it with the thing you created, it's The Accent They All Have In That One Cartoon.
And your old schoolyard bullies can never leave town because anywhere they would go, they'd keep hearing people say "hey idk why but your accent sounds exactly like that talking trash bin from that one game. Yeah the one that was made by that person you tortured for drawing talking trash bins."
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I saw someone refer to Samira and Robby's relationship as "cliched daddy issues", and I just cannot wrap my head around the thought of how people could be disinterested in the relationship between two people that are so much alike, trying to solve entirely different institutional problems that both need to be solved, clashing in large part due to Robby's self loathing and desire to stop Samira from being like him, while Samira is already better than him in very real ways and that upsets him too. It's such a rich dynamic, I just cannot comprehend someone being bored by it.
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STOP! before you decide you are irretrievably doomed, try one of the following options:
transition
bdsm
iron supplements
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It’s so crazy that suicide prevention is just people going awwww don’t!! Awwww come on noooooooooo stopppppp
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