Me: ok the game is suggesting I do a full run with that setup and that's fine that's GREAT but I need to sleep so I want to get to the next save point quickly
That First Sadness: *Exists*
Siffrin: (Attack.)
Me: OH YEAH GREAT LET'S SKIP THE DIALOGUE COMPLETELY--
That Scene: *Happens*
Me: ...DID I SCREW THE RUN UP ALREADY? DID I SCREW THE RUN UP? DID I--
I just skimmed through the art part of your blog and holy bajeebus your LMK art is so beautiful and the headcanon ideas you come up with are so good I wanna steal em-
Kinda wanna see like a part 2 of the little angst you did between MK and Macaque a while ago. It's so interesting and I wanna see Macaque's reaction in your art style. (You don't have to of course, it's just a suggestion [idk if i spelled that right])
Thanks for reading and hope you have a good day/night!
The relief in his eyes when she said she wouldn't judge him so easily. The delight in his face when she said she would've taken it further.
The curious tilt of her head, thinking how he knew she got expelled, and with no hesitation she'd do it again. His reaction to it; the evident joy that he couldn't hide.
Then all goes to hell when he says;
"I knew there was a reason I liked you."
Her face softens as he says it. Thee Wednesday Freakin' Friday Addams.
It sealed it. A validation.
Someone liked how unhinged she was, a normie even, accepted her for who she is. He was different from the snobbish, insufferable elites she had met in the school she didn't want to attend. He gets his hands dirty and not like the Nevermore brats too spoiled to know how a coffee machine works.
And it all made sense at the end why she was so into him too.
Him being a normie was fine.
She couldn't have foresaw or imagine him as an outcast.
But him being both of two worlds was so unexpected, it stung. Everything he did was a mockery of her shortcomings, and they both knew it. Him more than anyone else.
As much as she couldn't stand the fact that being a psychic, a raven, and missing the most crucial part of the puzzle humiliates her to the bone, it didn't change the fact that, yes.
Yes. All was done, blood was shed, tears were wasted and lives were taken.
He was suddenly the monster wreaking havoc in town. Disemboweling bodies in the woods, lying as if it were walking, killed his therapist boy-monster.
He wasn't just Tyler Galpin; a part time barista, and a wide eyed boy ready to comply with her whims.
He was, and is the Hyde.
Walking freely in town wearing the same innocent face that managed to fool her and stayed out of her radar. With his bigot, normie, sheriff father.
All smiles and sunshine in the daylight, but at night the shadows consume him.
"Of course the first boy I'd kiss would turn out to be a psycho killing monster. Guess I have a type."
Yeah girl you have a type.
And it's a temperemental beast with a mind of its own.
And it all started with a cup of coffee he had made for her. And those damn words she held in the back of her mind every time she does something unpleasant or disappoints her family or the head of the wretched school.
"I knew there was a reason I liked you."
But this time, it wasn't Tyler Galpin's voice echoing in her shabby mind.
It was her voice that she tried to suppress as her ribcage claws out of her chest. Denying any hint of affection.
There is always an explanation why things are the way they are, and why people act the way that they do.
And it was in front of her all this time.
Even now that Tyler is splayed bloody in the open.
It was never going to last.
They knew it from the beginning, all of them. Their time in the First was temporary, fleeting. For some, that would have been enough to give pause, to keep distance. For them, it made these moments all the more precious—even when it was difficult, even when it was unfair.
Ryne knows they are both proud of her. That will never change, even when they live in separate worlds. It is a bittersweet thing to say goodbye, to close one chapter and begin the next. But change is necessary, a fundamental aspect of life. There is no sense in clinging to the past when the future—with all its countless possibilities—lies ahead.
There is no looking back. Only forwards.
NEVER STOP!!! everytime I get mad over DOTC I just come onto your page and read your Gray Wing slander and immediately feel better, thanks muchly! 😌✨️
I am but a humble DOTC Slander ranger, riding across the sunlit horizon with a big iron on my hip, putting every hater's formless frustration into the words you felt but did not realize how to say ✨️
just read an interview where emerald fennell says saltburn is "gothic" and like..........no, it's not. it simply Is Not That.
you can't have a man fuck a grave and be like "ooh just like wuthering heights! this is gothic" because guillermo del toro and i are both going to fight you
So one of the ongoing Ted Lasso mysteries for me is how Jamie's relationship with Georgie got from where it is in 1x06 — he clearly loves her, but it's implied that they're estranged or not otherwise communicating openly — to where it is in 3x11. There's a pretty wide range of times in canon they could have reconnected, but my theory is that part of the reason Jamie seems so much happier in season 3 than he did before (pre-Zava showing up) is that he reconnected with his mom over the break. So basically Jamie gets some post-Wembley love and support and starts opening up a bit about his dad, and upon discovering that he can, in fact, talk about James without the world imploding, starts to think that maybe that means he can talk to Georgie about James without the world imploding, too, and they start being more open with each other and rebuilding their relationship.