#but if you’re gonna do that— acknowledge EVERYONE’S flaws

[eenochian]

the way this fandom treats characters is astounding. like y’all do realize that every single character is shitty, right? literally every last one. your blorbo is not an exception. no, “but my fave—” no exceptions. literally the only character that i can’t think of any issues with off the top of my head is farah.

[riddlesb1tch]

Opposites Attract

Part 1

Azriel x reader

summary: you’re messy and unorganized, love staying up late and sleeping in in the morning, so what’s going to happen when you’re forced to work with the shadowsinger, the most disciplined person you’ve ever met?

warnings: none!

a/n: this is the most I’ve written in a while but I’m liking how this is turning out. I feel like this could’ve been one part but I don’t really wanna write a 10k word fic so I’ve decided this is gonna be a series. hope you enjoy <3

Azriel, by your viewpoint, had always only been the Spymaster, the epitome of propriety, with an excellent work ethic and an affinity for discipline. For that reason, you felt like you’d never get along with him.

You were messy, unorganized and a little clumsy on occasion. This always led to some interesting stories later on and a lot of teasing from the rest of your family. You pretended to be annoyed at them, rolling your eyes at their snide comments and making fun of their flaws in return, but secretly you loved when they let loose.

Azriel, however, never joined in on this teasing, despite the two of you having known each other for well over a decade. You assumed that it was your lack of discipline that irked him and so he chose to stay away but the High Lord didn't consider this before meddling.

it was a Sunday morning when, in your half-dazed state, you made your way to the kitchen for a cup of coffee.

"Y/n," Rhysand called from behind you.

You groaned in response, not bothering to turn around to face him. It was way too early to be seeing people.

He stayed quiet for a couple of seconds, no doubt waiting for a more proper acknowledgement of the High Lord of the Night Court. When he realized he wasn’t going to get it, he huffed and proceeded with what he needed to say. 

"I need some reports filed quickly so from tomorrow you're gonna be working with Azriel to get them to me by the end of the month," Rhysand stated.

Your eyes widened, now feeling more awake than the strongest coffee had made you in the morning. You whipped your head around to face the smirking High Lord, knowing fully well this wasn't an urgent task but a way for Rhysand and Feyre to intervene in your love life. The inner circle loved to joke that because you and Azriel were opposites of each other, you’d get along great. It was all fun and games until Feyre got obsessed with the idea of actually giving you and Azriel a try regardless of whether you and Azriel wanted to or not.

“Can’t someone else do it?” You asked. “Why does it have to be me?”

“Because everyone else is busy doing their work. Besides, Azriel will be a good influence on you. Maybe he can teach you some discipline.” That smirk was still on his face and you’ve never wished more for Feyre’s abilities to make animals out of water. You’d love to leave a bear on Rhysand right about now, but unfortunately, he was your High Lord and his wish is your command, so you settled for the next best thing. 

“Your shirt is covered in lint,” you side-eyed and walked out with your coffee cup in hand, leaving a gaping Rhysand swatting at his clothes. 

At least you still had the day to prepare yourself for tomorrow.

After training, you were in your room having just come out of the shower. Someone knocked on your door and you had a feeling you knew who it was but strongly hoped against it. You made your way to the door and right before you could open it, your foot caught in a shirt on the ground and you fell with a loud thud.

Grimacing, you stood up, rubbing your elbow where it hit the floor. Opening the door, you saw Azriel standing on the other side with a smirk, no doubt because of your fall. Gods you couldn’t even open the door without being clumsy. Meanwhile, Azriel stood his back straight, shoulders pulled back, wings neatly folded and hands behind his back. He looked like the definition of grace.

You truly were opposites.

“Y/n,” he nodded in greeting, ignoring the knowledge of your fall to save you from further embarrassment.

You smiled slightly in return.

“I’ve been informed that we’re working on the reports together till the end of the month,” he stated.

“That’s correct,” you confirmed.

He nodded. “Meet me in my study tomorrow morning at 8,” Azriel said and walked away.

You stood startled for a second before calling after him, “Eight in the morning? Are you serious?”

Azriel turned around with a confused expression. “Yes.”

“Who starts work at 8 in the morning?” You questioned in disbelief.

“I normally start work at 6 but for you, I’m starting late. I’ll see you tomorrow.” He gave a final nod of farewell before turning around and walking away.

You gaped, internally cursing Rhysand for putting you in this situation. For a person like you who preferred to spend nights awake reading, eight in the morning was like the middle of the night. You didn’t know how you’d survive like this until the month's end. Groaning, you shut the door and slumped face-first into bed. 

Cauldron have mercy. 

The next morning came around sooner than you were ready for. You’d set an alarm for 6 so you’d have ample time to wake up, enjoy your morning coffee, take a shower, and be ready for a day of torture. However, when 6 A.M. rolled around, getting trampled by a horse in your sleep sounded better than waking up, so you snoozed your alarm and fell back asleep. 

When Mor burst into your room, you woke with a start.

“Good morning, princess!” she yelled, walking in wearing her night clothes still but looking as if she was ready for a night out at Rita’s.

“What time is it?” you gasped, frantically reaching for the clock at your bedside. 

Mor jumped onto your bed. “What's up?” 

8:02 A.M. 

“Fuck!” you screamed, jumping out of bed and running to the bathroom. “I'm late!” 

You shut the bathroom door, rushing about your morning routine, brushing your teeth, then hair, and slapping on some moisturizer. 

“Relax! He lives in the same house!” Mor shouted from your bedroom. 

You rushed out of the bathroom, reaching for the pair of shorts on the floor. “Yes, but we live in very different worlds,” you replied, slipping on the shorts and looking around for a shirt. 

Mor lay on your bed, head propped up on one arm, and looked at you with an amused expression. 

You threw on a random shirt you found in the closet and started to tie your hair into a messy bun. Mor took in your look and frowned. “Are we sure that top works with those shorts?” she asked. 

You looked at her incredulously. “I don’t care about that right now!” you exclaimed. “Where are my shoes?” you went on your knees to look under the bed and pulled out a pair of white shoes you’d kicked under there last night. You glanced at the clock while putting on shoes and cursed under your breath. 

“Girl, you know he’s not going to eat you alive if you’re 20 minutes late right?” Mor asked. 

“No, but with the amount of lecturing I'm about to get, he might as well,” you sighed, getting off the bed and finally heading out the door. 

“Good luck!” Mor called behind you as you headed to the door. 

“Thanks,” you replied and rushed outside. 

Azriel’s study door was ajar so you peeked your head in to make sure he was there. 

Azriel was sitting in his chair, head down, looking over some paperwork when you walked in. 

“Good morning,” you greeted, going to sit in the chair opposite his. “I’m sorry I’m late.” 

Azriel looked at the clock then at you, and said, “You’re earlier than any of us expected, actually.” 

You were taken aback slightly by the statement. “Us?” you asked. 

“Rhysand, Cassian and I,” he replied. “In fact, you just cost me quite a bit by being only twenty minutes late.” 

Now you were straight-up offended. “You three bet that I’d slack off?” 

You felt rage towards Cassian and Rhysand for thinking so little of you, but you decided to deal with them later. For now, you were stuck with Azriel for a good eight hours, and those were not going to be easy if you were upset with him the whole time. So, you shook his words off and put on a smile. 

“So what are we doing?” you asked. 

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[sunflower-ozzy-online]

Fate at First Light

Chapter 1: Strangers at Dawn

Fandoms: DCU (Comics)

Relationship: Jason Todd/Reader

Characters: Jason Todd - Reader - Dick Grayson

Additional Tags: Reader-Insert - Omega Verse - Gender-Neutral Pronouns

After a long night in Blüdhaven, Jason Todd accidentally enters the wrong apartment, startling an unsuspecting Omega neighbor (reader) in the early hours of dawn. Though his identity as Red Hood remains a secret, a connection begins to form between them, fueled by chance encounters and shared curiosity. As they navigate their growing bond, both are drawn to the mystery of the other, unaware of the deeper truths that lie just beneath the surface.

They/ Them pronouns used. Reader is an Omega. Jason Todd is an Alpha

Could be read as a one-shot but I do plan on adding more chapters later. I will add tags as I go

It had been a pretty routine watch, Dick had needed an extra pair of eyes to look out for an escaped prisoner over in Bludhaven so Jason had spent his night on rooftops looking down on an unfamiliar city. Sunlight started to spill in between the buildings and through the alleyways alerting Jason that it was time to head back to Dick’s place for a little shuteye. Riding the winding streets on his bike he could feel the long hours wearing on his back, not looking forward to the small air mattress waiting for him at Dicks.

 He had planned to slip in through the window so as not to be caught on camera, possibly giving away Nightwings location. Only now he forgot which unit was his brothers. They all looked the same from the outside and he hadn’t been paying as much attention as he should have been. He chooses between two units on the tenth-floor south side.  He slowly opened the window to his choice, hoping that if it was the wrong choice, the occupant would be sound asleep. But that would be good luck, and he was very familiar with the deck of cards life had dealt him so there you were. Sitting on your bed scrolling on your phone at 5:30 in the morning. He was still wearing his helmet, which while good for him as it covered his face, sucked for you as fear shot down your spine as the Red Hood stood in your apartment. Your eyes went wide in shock and before you could reach for the bat by your bed, he was already exiting the same way he entered. He skittered across the wall and opened the window of the next unit. Breathing a sigh of relief when he saw the discarded Nightwing uniform on the ground he unlatched the hood and rested. Dick’s feet made a soft slapping sound on the floor as he approached Jason.

“All good Jay?”

“Yeah, I just met your neighbor” Jason replied, his eyes still closed.

Dick’s brow furrowed, “which one?”

“The new one, the one who isn't impressed by your lame jokes.” He responded, remembering their text conversation where Dick was upset that his new cute Omega neighbor had barely acknowledged him in the elevator especially after Dick had supposedly rolled out his best jokes to disarm the stranger.

“Dammit, I was this close to getting them to like me. Now they're gonna be afraid to even leave their apartment for the next month. I’m going to have to start all over.” He whined.

“Why do you even care if your neighbor likes you?”

“First off, it is important to have a good relationship with one's neighbor. Second, I need everyone to like me. It’s one of the few flaws I have.”

“Ah. Well, I think you're just gonna have to let this one go. Especially if they ever find out you’re partially responsible for their late-night vigilante visitor.”

“Hey, it is not my fault you entered the wrong window. You slipped up Jace, that’s on you.”

Jason grumbled, knowing he was right but refusing to let him have the satisfaction of hearing it from his lips.

“Wake me up for breakfast”, he walked over to the twin-sized air mattress set up just for him before collapsing and shutting his eyes.

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Trying to continue on normally after your little vigilante break-in was not what you had planned. Moving to a new city was scary enough, and now you know that one of the more violent members of the bat family had business in your building. Super comforting. All you wanted to do was move forward in your life, succeed at your job, and make enough money to go on the occasional vacation. Those goals weren’t crazy, so why is the universe making them so hard.

You had scheduled exactly how much sleep and rest you needed before heading off to work. Now you’re a bag of nerves on the subway trying to pay attention to the music flowing through your headphones. Luckily you had applied your scent blocker patches before heading out, so you weren't worried about emitting noxious nervous pheromones in this cramped tube.  You tried forcing the image of the red hood out of your mind, but he kept standing there on the edges of your consciousness.

 It wasn’t helped by the fact that you ran into your talkative neighbor on the way out of the house. He always wanted to interact in the wee hours of the morning, and you tried your hardest to smile and nod but inside you wanted to disappear because how in the world can someone be that awake and vibrant that early in the morning? Today it had been different, he was accompanied by a very rugged presence who was avoiding your gaze. Though the figure did very little to draw attention to himself, possibly another normal non-morning person. Your neighbor, Dick, had told you about their plans for breakfast and a run. You had attempted to hide your judgmental look at this man's healthy morning plans, but the figure had given a small smirk in response to your side-eye. You noticed how full and pink his lips were, you wish you could have remembered more of his face. Despite being tall and stocky he hadn’t been threatening, he almost tried to shrink himself behind Dick.

As you pulled into your stop you quickly got off, wondering if you could find more information about Dick’s guest. You knew Dick was related to the Waynes somehow so surely he had an online presence and maybe his guest was in a post of his somewhere. You wouldn't be creepy about it, just some surface-level searching maybe, and you would never bring it up to Dick.

Approaching your place of work, you placed those thoughts on the back burner, to simmer for later.

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Living with Dick was worse than he remembered, the continuous healthy choices mixed with the relentless social life he participated in to keep up appearances was a shock to Jason’s senses. Plus being there for their family to chauffeur their siblings and offer emotional suppoert when needed? He can see why the golden boy was put on a pedestal in their home. It was good for Jason though, he had missed his brother, plus seeing the cracks in the facade made him feel less crazy and insecure. It was on the third day of Jason living with him that Dick had announced his need for a small break. Laying in his bed for hours on end, claiming to need time alone. He was proud of his brother for paying attention to his mental health, but this left Jason with time on his hands that he needed to spend outside of the apartment.

Due to his history of isolation, Jason had almost mastered the art of entertaining himself. Listening to music, reading books, re-reading his favorites, target practice, working on a case, or cooking. Being at Dicks place had limited his ability to do some of these things but not to the point of dissatisfaction he was feeling now. With too much time on his hands and the constant reminder of your apartment just a door away, his thoughts had become centered around you. His mind replayed the scene of you comfy in your bed, eyes wide with fear. The memory sent shivers down his spine, he thought he should feel guilty for the small amount of pleasure it brought him, but he it knew wasn’t because you were afraid of him. It felt like it was something deeper. You had a hold on him that his pull to danger couldn't explain. It felt less shallow than that and more whole. Maybe it was your scent, from the faint whiff he had been able to catch through his mask when he was in your room. That plus the fact that you apparently hadn't called the cops on him had intrigued him past the point of reasonable interest. God, he needed to get out of the apartment before he got himself so worked up you could smell him through the walls.

He had packed up his phone, a portable charger, his most discrete gun and bulletproof vest combo, and his headphones before heading out the door. He headed down the stairs after deciding to walk to a nearby library and spend the day there. Jason shoved his hands into his pockets and made his way out of Dick's building, the idea of possibly running into you absolutely NOT on his mind.

Only slightly disappointed that he was not interrupted on his way out, Jason was greeted by the now familiar smell of Bludhaven air. The cool air helped clear his mind, and he focused on blending in with the crowd, something he'd become quite skilled at over the years. His music played lightly over his headphones, not so loud as to make him vulnerable to sneak attacks or pickpockets, as he slowly made his way to the closest library.

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Work had been trying today, one of your coworkers seemed determined to be incompetent. Constantly asking you how to do simple tasks and even to take over some of their work. They had been there almost as long as you had, they had no excuse for not knowing how to do the basics of the job at this point. On top of their inability to do their work on their own, they dared to act like they were smarter than you. You had been trying to connect with them by telling them about one of your favorite shows over your shared lunch break. They responded with “Of course, you would be into something like that.” and continued on about how unsophisticated and uninspired it was. Obviously getting off on ridiculing something you liked not letting you get a word in to defend your comfort show. By the time they were done with their spiel, you only had three minutes left of your lunch break. Needless to say, you were looking forward to getting home.

You had texted your friends about your day to commiserate but it ended up making you feel even worse. You were new to Bludhaven and hadn't made any real friends there yet, feeling the absence of your pseudo-pack added to the isolation. You tried to remind yourself about how everyone has a hard time making new friends in a new city and it wasn’t that you were unlikable. Maybe you should try more actively to make friends, but it’s just so hard on top of being a safety concern. In this world, you never know who may be leading a second life as a villain.

 Though you wouldn't hate befriending Poison Ivy, she made some good points when she killed that polluting CEO last year live on his own platform. Maybe you should apply to be one of her goons? No, she didn't use goons, she didn't need to with her powers.  Is that why some people become goons? A sense of community? The money surely cannot be THAT good to put your life on the line for your boss. Maybe Penguin and his bird guys all have weekly dinners where they talk about their hopes and dreams. Well, no matter if they do or not the thought entertained you long enough to make it back home without spiraling into an abyss of loneliness.

As you took the elevator up to your floor, your neighbor's beefy guest suddenly came back on your mind. You hadn't been able to do any googling on him all day. Maybe that's what you’ll do tonight, snuggle into your blankets and try and find him on Dick’s Instagram. Maybe not, it may make conversations with Dick even more awkward. Lord knows you don’t need that in your life. You could admit that he was attractive, it was just so obvious that he knew it that it kind of affected his personality. You refused to let him think you were into him even a little bit, you wanted to take him down a peg just a tiny bit. Outside of his ego he actually was nice, he always tried to make you feel welcome smiling nonthreateningly. Maybe if you asked nicely, he would introduce you to his friend. The subtle scent you had picked up off of him in the elevator was nice, it was almost familiar, but you couldn't remember from were. You would have to get closer to him, without Dick’s light Beta scent mixing in.

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By the time Jason found himself outside the apartment building again, he was annoyed with himself. The entire time he was in the library, pursuing their scant collection, he kept thinking about what you would think of the books he picked up. Did you like romance? Sci-fi? Maybe you were more into non-fiction. He wasn’t even able to enjoy the unfamiliar regency era novel he picked up wholly without picturing you as the main love interest. This wasn't like him. He wasn't some lovesick puppy trailing after someone who had caught his eye. He had seldom pictured himself as some Mr. Darcy type who would be all-consumed by his lover. He was Red Hood, crying out loud. But as much as he tried to convince himself to just head back up to Dick's apartment, his feet seemed to have a mind of their own.

Before he knew it, he was standing outside your door.

 He had a few minutes before Dick was expecting him back. Jason hesitated outside your door, unsure of how to proceed. He had no plan nor excuse for being there. His mind raced as he considered his options, but the more rational part of his brain was drowned out by the deep urge to see you again.  He had no intention of revealing his secret identity or letting you know that he was the one who had unintentionally broken into your apartment. But the need to make sure you were okay gnawed at him.  After all, he’d startled you, and he wasn’t the type to leave loose ends—especially when it involved someone he was inexplicably illogically drawn to. Taking a deep breath, he knocked on your door, telling himself he was just checking in—not to apologize for the accidental break-in or romance you. Perhaps to at least to gauge how much of a threat you might be if you recognized him.

When you heard the knock at your door, your heart skipped a beat. You weren't expecting anyone, and after what had happened the other night, your mind immediately went to the worst-case scenarios. Had someone been tracking the Red Hood? You had just gotten home from work, maybe an opposing player had followed you home to “question” you about your relationship with the Hood? Or maybe it was him, and he was here to eliminate a witness? Though knocking didn’t seem to be his style. Despite all of the possible threats and against all thoughts of logic and safety, you were pulled to the door. Cautiously looking through the peephole you saw Dick’s guest. Your cheeks flushed and your hand reached down to the handle. 

When you finally opened the door, just a crack, your eyes met his. There was a mix of wariness and curiosity there, and Jason could tell you were still on edge from the other night.

"Can I help you?" you asked, your voice cautious.

Jason cleared his throat, trying to figure out how to handle this without giving too much away. "Yeah, I just wanted to apologize for… well, if I came off a bit strange when we ran into each other earlier today. I’m staying with my brother, and sometimes I’m not the most social guy. Just wanted to make sure I didn’t freak you out or anything." He kept his tone casual, hoping you wouldn’t connect the dots or think he was some kind of pervert.

You blinked, the tension in your posture easing slightly as you processed his words. The pieces started to fall into place. You had suspected Dick’s guest might be a Wayne—maybe a cousin or a distant relative—but now you realized who he was. Jason Todd, the rumored ‘lost son’ of the Wayne family, the one with a strange and dark past. The realization made your stomach flutter with both fear and something else, something you couldn’t quite put your finger on. As if he wasn’t already attractive, now he was also the heir of a billionaire with a dark mysterious past.

 "Oh… that’s okay. It’s just… you looked like you wanted to disappear earlier. I wasn’t sure if I had done something wrong or if I smelled bad or … something." you attempted to make a joke. Yeah, nothing funnier than some self-depreciation about your personal hygiene to make this Grecian god-like man like you.

Jason gave you a small, apologetic smile, the kind he rarely showed anyone. "Not at all. I’m just not great with new people. My brother’s the friendly one." an understatement.

You nodded, your curiosity deepening. There was something about him that didn’t quite add up, but he seemed genuine enough. "Well, it’s nice of you to check-in. I appreciate it." You nibbled at your lip. Not wanting him to leave but also not knowing what else to say.

He nodded, relieved that you weren’t pushing for more information. "Good to hear. I’ll get out of your way now."

But as he started to turn, you found yourself speaking up again. "Wait. Do you… want to come in? Just for a minute?"

He stopped, glancing back at you with a curious expression.

The offer surprised both of you. You weren’t sure why you’d said it, but something about him intrigued you, and you didn’t want to end the conversation just yet. Maybe it was the loneliness of being in a new city, or maybe it was the strange connection you felt with him. Your heart seemed to pound louder exponentially the longer he stood there not responding.

Jason paused, torn between his instincts to keep his distance and the undeniable pull he felt toward you. He glanced back at you, his eyes searching yours for any sign of hesitation. When he found none, he gave a slight nod. "Yeah, sure. Just for a minute."

You stepped aside to let him in, your heart racing as you closed the door behind him. As he entered your apartment, he took in his surroundings with a practiced ease, noting the small personal touches you had added to make the space your own. Trying to make sure it wasn’t obvious he had actually been here before. It was just as cozy as he had remembered, and oddly enough, it made him feel at ease.

“Would you like a glass of water? I also have some juice or soda…” you just let the words continue to flow begging yourself to be cool or chill for once “I don't have any coffee or tea ready but if you want some I could make it or” you thanked the gods when he interrupted your racing thoughts.

“Water would be nice, thank you.” He could tell you were a little nervous, it was probably the first time you had anyone over.

"So," you began, trying to make conversation, already going to the kitchen to get two glasses of water "you’re Dick’s brother?"

Jason nodded, taking a seat on the edge of your couch. "Yeah, we don’t see each other as often as we’d like, but I’m crashing at his place for a few days." This whole apartment already smelled like you.

You nodded. "I’ve heard him mention his brothers before, but I don’t think I’ve seen you around."

Jason shrugged. "I’m not in town much. Work keeps me busy." It wasn’t technically a lie

The vague answer made you even more curious, but you decided not to pry. Instead, you offered a small smile and the glass of water "Well, thanks for checking in. I appreciate it."

He returned your smile, a genuine one this time as he took the water "No problem. Just didn’t want to leave things on a weird note."

There was a brief silence, one that wasn’t uncomfortable but felt charged with unspoken thoughts. You both sipped on the filtered Bludhaven water, letting the room breathe. You could sense that there was more to him than he was letting on, but you also knew better than to push too hard.

"I should probably get going," Jason said after a moment, standing up and placing the half-empty glass on a coaster. "But if you ever need anything… well, I’m just a wall away.” hoping you may take him up on his offer, then remembering that in fact, he was NOT actually your neighbor he added, “And Dick too, or mainly, he loves helping people out.” This was an offer he secretly hoped you would take him up on. Although he knew realistically, he may never talk to you again he was still hopeful he wouldn't have to share you with Dick.

You nodded, feeling an odd sense of loss as he made his way to the door. "I’ll keep that in mind."

He paused at the door, glancing back at you one last time. "Take care, alright?"

"You too," you replied, watching as he stepped out into the hallway and closed the door behind him.

As you stood there in the quiet of your apartment, you couldn’t shake the hope that this encounter had been the start of something more. Something that, despite your better judgment, you were eager to explore further.

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[artistshadow]

Alright, here are some of my thoughts on some of the complaints I’m hearing about the Rise of Red. I’m not going to get into the whole Cameron/Carlos debate. I already made a post about that. But some of the things I’m going to comment on are the “mistreatment of Chloe”, the non-resolution to the QOH abuse toward Red, and the failed “prank” plot hole.

First off, with the “mistreatment of Chloe.” Now, I’ve watched the movie three times already. Is it the best movie that's ever been made? No. Is it enjoyable? Yes. Is everyone entitled to their opinions? Also yes. But that doesn’t mean some of us can’t help but roll our eyes and rub our temples at the sheer annoyance that some people have when it comes to their opinions. I’ve seen folks on this app say that the characters were treating Chloe like garbage because she was “acting like a princess, wanted to follow the rules, blah blah blah.” Now, you can say that, but from what I picked up, that was more of them calling her out and helping her recognize some flaws that she wasn’t aware of. Chloe was unaware of certain things due to her upbringing as a royal. It's important to approach these character actions with an open mind, as it allows for a more nuanced understanding of the movie. She really believed that if you were a good person, if you followed the rules, that if you did everything the good, moral, and decent way, then bad things were never gonna happen to you, that you would always come out on top, that good things were gonna come your way. And while that may be true to some extent, it isn’t that cut and dry.

Chloe was described from the beginning as a perfectionist, and while being a perfectionist isn’t always a bad thing, it can become very annoying very quickly. Trust me, as someone who jumps back and forth from being a perfectionist, I know.

Her meeting her mom in the past, when she was at her lowest, helped her come to that conclusion. Here is someone, Ella, who was living with her cruel stepfamily, being made to live like a servant, but still managed to keep something of a positive and open-minded look at things in life. That is why the scene “Gets Your Hands Dirty” is one of my favorites from the film cause it offers up the murky sides of things that we are taught when it comes to things that most people deem “good” and “bad.” Not everything is as simple as it seems. Sometimes, you can play things by the book, but it don’t result in anything. There are some people who do bad things for the sake of cruelty, but there are people who do bad things for the sake of others. Like they mentioned: Robin Hood. You can’t say that breaking the rules and doing something bad is wrong, but look at someone like that and say, “Oh, but he was helping others.” See the contradiction there? Chloe unfortunately fell into that with her way of thinking.

Back on the goody-goody things, let's go to the scene in the Tremaine Home. When Chloe accidentally breaks the vase, she says three specific things:

“It was my fault.” Good, good. Owning up your role in the incident, not letting Ella get the full blame.

“ But I’m very sorry….” Again, good. Acknowledging you feel remorse for it happening.

“...and it won’t ever happen again.” Now see, that's where she lost me.

She says this as if it makes everything ok. Now granted, she’s saying this to a woman who most definitely doesn’t give a damn if she’s sorry. But in the overall point, saying you’re sorry only goes so far. Action needs to be behind those words. And I’m not talking about “It won’t ever happen again.” Cause it's nice that you’re sorry and you won’t let it happen again…but the vase is still broken. None of what you are saying is gonna fix or replace that. What Chloe should have said was: “It was my fault. But I’m very sorry, and it won’t happen again. I’ll gladly pay for it to be fixed or even to get you a new one.” That’s would’ve been better. Again, I know Tremaine wouldn’t have given a shit either way but it would have established Chloe as someone who wanted to make up for her mistakes. But instead it came off some goody princess who thinks that a simple apology will solve things and make them better.

And back to the whole rule following thing. I’m not saying it's wrong to want to follow the rules the entire time, but following the rules doesn’t always result in you succeeding or even accomplishing your goal. Take Robin Hood again. Also, there are plenty of examples of heroic tales whether ones from long ago to books/tv shows/movies that portray the protagonist constantly breaking the rules and completing what they set out to do. So I don’t know what Chloe is thinking following the rules is going to get her in the situation that she is in now. Just saying. Hell, I’m pretty sure time traveling is breaking some kind of law of nature or other.

Now onto the “no-resolution for the QOH’s actions toward Red.'' This is gonna be pretty cut and dry. Y'all do realize that by changing the events of the past prevents the Queen from becoming the evil abusive asshole of a mother she is now right? So by that logic, none of the stuff she ever did to Red no longer happens. Red might still remember them (I don’t know if she would have any new memories of the current altered timeline) but she can’t exactly hold anything against this version of her mother. Hell, I'm pretty sure every bad thing the Queen did has been erased, every one she has ever hurt is probably fine now. So with that being brought up, I have to ask: Why would she have to apologize or be punished for anything that no longer exists? If nothing changed, then yeah by all means there would need to be some kind of resolution, but this is kind of it. That Queen of Hearts is gone, replaced by a much better and kinder version and Red gets what she’s always wanted and deserved: A mother who is kind and loves her. So if y’all are pissed at that and that the queen didn’t suffer any actual punishment then y'all can just go somewhere cause there’s really no point in arguing. Cause it’s coming off as y'all don’t want Red to be happy.

Now onto the “prank.” I will admit that the prank was kind of a weak excuse for a reason for Bridget to become as heartless as she was and the way they stopped the prank from happening was kind of trash, but I lowkey get how the prank would have had an everlasting effect on Bridget. Walk with me here for a second:

Bridget is a person who wants to be friends with everyone and lives her life by the idea that if you’re kind to everyone then it will all pay off in a good way. “You get more with sugar than salt.” That's one of the big reasons why Uliana hates her so much according to Ella. Because no matter how nasty Uliana is to Bridget, she (Bridget) continues to be nice to her because she wants to be friends with her even though Uli is a terrible person. Now Bridget is, I’m assuming, a person who is easily bullied as that's the only explanation I can fathom as to why someone as sweet as that who literally gives treats to everyone (FOR FREE) has no other friends than one person. Now let me tell you something, being bullied isn’t something that can easily be brushed off. Even those who act like it doesn't phase them can be holding back inside, burying how they really feel deep, deep, deep down. There’s no telling what Bridget was feeling on the inside for real. But maybe having Ella helped keep the pain at bay. So imagine you’re at your first dance ever with your best friend who goes off with someone else. You’re happy for her, no question, but her not being there later on comes back to bite the both of you. Especially if you’re turned into a monster in front of everyone by the person who you tried on multiple occasions to be nice to, give the benefit of the doubt, and tried to be friends with after you’re led to believe that it was paying off with the offer of a sweet treat. And while everyone is pointing and laughing, you can’t find your friend. Because she’s off with someone else and has seemingly left you behind after asking you to come with her to this event. I can see how all the pain and anger that you’ve been holding down, trying your hardest to suppress can come to the surface and all that niceness and goodness could go out the window because why bother being that person when it’s become clear that no matter what you do none of these people will ever like you or love you and that you really have no one to trust but yourself?

With that being said, I can see how a “stupid” prank like that could be the “perfect revenge” as turning Bridget into a monster on the outside resulted in her becoming a monster on the inside and it ruined the person she was before.

So do I think that that prank was the number one main reason as to why she became a villain today? No. Do I think it was the main catalyst that opened the door for more things to affect her going forward that resulted in her becoming a villain? Absolutely. I 100% believe that that prank was the reason the darkness was able to open up in her. Hell, like I said earlier, I wouldn’t be surprised if the monster-turning-prank had an after effect that left some of the monster inside her.🤷🏻

I haven’t thought much on the fact that if they VK’s get frozen because of the protection spell on the book they wouldn’t be able to pull off the prank plot hole. I can only assume that in the original timeline, they found some kind of way around it, one that possibly maybe involved Ella, but due to the fact that the book is no longer in that timeline, they never get the spell so everything is changed. I’m not sure.

Again, these are just my thoughts. Everyone is entitled to their opinion. I just couldn’t sit back and hold my tongue for any longer. I’m gonna come out with something later on how I see the characters from the animated films going to school together low-key makes a little bit of sense.

[gloriousburden]

I agree with your take on Mobius so much! People treat him like a cinnamon roll. Which he isn't. He is a horrible person but no one wants to acknowledge that. Sylvie is terrible too, but at least people acknowledge her flaws which is something I guess. Oh, and I had watched season 2 of Loki series, and Mobius was so ooc in the first episode. Like, he randomly went from torturing and manipulating and gaslighting Loki to suddenly risking his life for Loki. It made me wanna throw up. I have never seen such a random 180° turn. Extremely ooc. And Lokius shippers eat that shit up. Like, I don't know whether you have watched Season 2 or not, but there's a scene where Mobius volunteers to do something extremely risky to save Loki. And yeah, I don't believe that crap at all. Tomorrow they might suddenly show Thanos risking his life for Loki too. I think season 2 episode 1 should have came with an OOC warning attached lol.

Have a great day! ❤️

Unfortunately, I have watched all of the series. I may talk about Lokius shippers a lot, but Sylki shippers (though there’s only like… two of them nowadays) have the same issue that Lokius shippers have. They only acknowledge the flaws of the character from the opposite ship, and not the flaws of the character they ship with Loki. Sylvie fans hate Mobius, Mobius fans hate Sylvie. There’s issues with both characters! Are you kidding me?

YES EXACTLY. He was very OOC… I guess he got some kind of “redemption”/“change of heart” or some shit behind the scenes. Why do you suddenly love Loki so much? Of course the shippers eat it up. They’d eat literal garbage if it was orange color coded with grey hair, and green color coded with black hair or played by Tom/Owen.

Nothing towards either actors BTW hope it doesn’t come off as that. I mean this towards the fans, not the actors!

It’s just… these aren’t even the same characters anymore. That’s not even Loki! And Mobius, though I have no love for him, isn’t even himself anymore. The writing is so fucking inconsistent not only with Loki, but with EVERYONE.

Yep. I do know what you’re talking about. Why so lovey dovey and knight in shining armor all of a sudden? Why would he suddenly risk his life for someone he threw into a time loop to get physically assaulted without a second thought? Oh why cause they hugged so it’s okay now? 🤦🏻‍♀️

Look, if Mobius had apologized or even acknowledged his previous behaviors, then I wouldn’t be so freaked out by the way the fandom treats him or the OOC-ness (because obviously they’re gonna let shit slide for a mediocre ship) But… NONE OF THAT HAPPENED! Think I spoke about this in one of my last posts but so many Loki “fans” TRULY believe Loki needs to be humbled. That’s why they don’t bat an eye at the abuse coming from Mobius. As well as them being eager to excuse absolutely anything in order to not ship the “straight” ship.

It’s getting really weird. Some of them want Lokius to be canon just because “Ooh gay ship” and not because they really believe Loki and Mobius go along well together and they’re opposites attract and one’s a god one’s a human and so on. Whatever tropes you can throw in there.

And Lokius fans pretending to be so much more morally superior/holier than thou for being against Sylki because of the selfcest shit… YOU EXCUSE MOBIUS VERBALLY DEMEANING LOKI AND HAVING HIM BE PHYSICALLY ASSAULTED… HOW IS THAT BETTER?! This is like the pot calling the kettle black. Like I’ve said before, If Mobius was female.. People would hate his guts! And the amount of people shipping Lokius would be so, so much lower. And they’d actually see the flaws of the show.

Hope this does not sound like me trying to defend Sylki/Sylvie in anyway, Both are HORRIBLE, bottom of the barrel, and garbage ships. Sylvie’s writing/actions are not excused just because she’s female. It’s just Lokius shippers are more prevalent, therefore more annoying to me. And for some reason, Lokius shippers tend to be a lot more immature. I think because they’re usually younger than Sylki shippers.

I understand people want representation, but there are so many ships that have been done better. You don’t need to grasp for straws just because you only now learned that Loki is bisexual!

THE THANOS POINT LOLLLLLLL EXACTLY. That cracked me up, I won’t lie. I wouldn’t be surprised if that became a thing. They’re just so desperate to ship anyone and everyone! Can we think critically about these characters/movies/series for one moment?

Thank you! You too ❤️

[mixxmoon]

ok omg so I really want to make this post but don’t wanna spoil my friends if they possibly read sosf so I will drop this here since I think you’re literally the only person that cares on tumblr???

listen listen listen Evelyn and Dom are actually both such crucial characters in both sosf and doo because they are both fairly present in the story but not enough to truly direct it. in a sense they cause the story itself but it isn’t about them, more than anything they haunt it. both directly parallel Percy - going from a loved person who valued their family to someone consumed by their flaws - which is why Athena’s comparison of her to Percy to Zeus as the hidden child is so harrowing. part I making the characters believe they are fallen gods forces them to grapple with redemption and if redemption is even attainable for them if they are gods. and all that happens before the crescendo of part 2, 3, and especially 4 where they all make.. Decisions. it’s like if the narrative kept screaming at literally everybody “THIS IS YOUR FUTURE” before the events forcing this future to be inevitable occurred. Evelyn haunts the narrative because she’s quite literally a monster, even though deep down she’s just a person. Dom haunts it because he’s a person, even though deep down he’s really a god. by the time both are mainly absent from the plot, everybody else has become a blurred mix between all three.

+ it’s the making Dom looks like his father for me. because Dom did become his father just like Percy has become everything he hated. it’s the using Evelyn as justification for making Vera beg on her knees. its the ultimate callback for me ough.

Omggg this is so true!!! I love how they both haunt the narrative and that we’re shown how they impact the actions of the others while not even directly influencing them. Because we’re seeing this all through the eyes of an outsider, someone who can acknowledge them but not truly understand how theyre impacting people who were once close to Evelyn and Dom. There are people constantly doing things as a consequence of the actions of Evelyn, Dom, and especiallyyyy Percy!! This whole thing was kickstarted by Evelyn with Dom/Zeus actually starting it and Percy picking it up and worsening the whole situation. Majority of the bad decisions were caused because of Percy 🙂‍↔️ But I do love the parallels of the three and how connected they are ❤️❤️ The three have all suffered with Percy having a blend of what both Evelyn and Dom have gone through yet that doesnt them from causing pain to others because theyre too stuck on their beliefs. Thankfully Evelyn was able to get some sense in her after she saw the resemblance that Heracules had with her. I have a feeling Dom is getting to see what hes caused and finally becoming better but Percy… Hes gonna take a long while if he doesnt get help immediately. What is it with these three just becoming everything they hate 😒 Athenas comparison was just sooooo It really shows how power can get to your head to the point where you forget your roots

Everything else you wrote though… I AM SHAKING YOU VIOLENTLY I would love to add more to what you said but you summed it up so perfectly I cant find anything to say 😭I just want everyone to get a happy ending 😢 When I say everyone I mean EVERYONEEEEE I do fear that Percy is far too gone and seeing that Trials of Zeus takes about 8 years in the future… Percys going to get worse before he gets better 😬

[pastara-cell]

Freakblr day 9!

So, I absolutely love the jomies (“We know Pastara!” you all yell in unison) to no end, And I love acknowledging their flaws and utter perfections. I’m gonna say jomies because dromies to me means that its gonna be a sad post cause its not the whole gang!Jomies is happy!!

To start off, They’re such a realistic friendgroup. They’re so weird, so funny, so goofy- They match each others freak fr. Henry’s the friend with that one hyper fixation he wont stop rambling about while everyone is tired of it, but they let him cause he’s henry and they love him. Liam is probably the only semi-normal one, minus his love for stacy’s mum. And after seeing her…Yeah I don’t blame him/silly. Drew’s the strict dad of the group, but guys, He loves them. He really does. We’ve seen how he is to people he doesn’t like, and despite how absolutely insane his friends are, he still loves them 100%. We’ve seen the things he’s willing to do for his friends (Literally buys them expensive shit like its nothing) because he loves them and wants to feel needed. Thats canon and you can’t convince me otherwise guys. Now, whether you’re a “jake was only there for protection” or a “Jake was good friends with the rest of the jomies!” Truther, there was no denying it, they definitely had fun. The way they all teased eachother, reciprocated that teasing, talked to eachother, thats something you only get from real friendships. Henry and liam and drew telling jake to go confess to daisy, hyping him up, thats so real man. Hell, i’ll even add zoey and maria and lia to this, they’re like two friend groups who happened to merge into one and decided “eh fuck it”. Guys, they’re literally called the jomies. They have a group name and probably a secret handshake. I love them and this is me typing all this in like 5 minutes so I promise i didn’t even get down half of my love for them as a friendgroup

Now- for what I dislike about them. They never showed more 1 to 1 friendships. I mean- yeah, henriam and jake and zia, but other than that, theres barely any moments. I need liam and jake, or henry and drew, or drew and lia! Hell, another pet peeve of mine is that maria would 100% be such an awesome character to put in the dromies. Also, they’re, ofc, bullies. The entire friendship may or may not also be based off of the fact that drew buys stuff for henry and liam (I really do hate that theory, but I’m not going to say its not a possibility) and because he provided protection to jake, as well as funding zoey and probably lia + maria as a byproduct to that. I really hate to think about it, but honestly, I cant deny that its an angsty theory and Its not 100% out of the question.

Plus, I need more jomiee interactions….(Pleaspleasoleapslepaleepaldplease more driam rosy I beg you, its like drake but like…infinity times healthier)

[cayde6feetunder]

Honestly when it does come to Tumblr discourse and discussions about politics and world issues absolutionism is one of its deepest poisons and it drives me fucking INSANE.

Everyone is literally like “it’s either 100% one way or 100% the other way. I am very smart and do not see the inherent flaw in my way of thinking” and it’s genuinely rotting everyone’s brains because no one thing is 100% certain except very very VERY few things. It’s where nuance and grey areas go to die and their rotting corpses go to put diseases in the water supply.

It’s why that vote-blue-no-matter-who crowd irritates me so much as one example of many. Prefacing this by saying I am Canadian so don’t start with me about trying to convince me to vote for a president that doesn’t even directly affect me.

They act like Biden is 100% good and they only acknowledge his bad things when they can weasel their way into emphasizing “but you’ll still vote for him right?” Or even worse if you try and make them confront his flaws head-on they ignore you outright. One of my now-ex friends was one of these types. Went on a tirade about how violent insurrection is 100% bad all the time no matter who does it because “no matter what you do good people will die” and acted like it was going to convince me, like he’d dropped a bombshell and not just said the dryest most boring most surface level dumb shit I’ve ever had the displeasure of hearing fall from someone’s mouth in a voice call that they were effectively ending with “either you agree with me 100% or you’re my enemy.”

These people do not understand nuance nor are they ever willing to look at the big picture in any capacity. These people’s brains are so fucking poisoned that any attempt to tell them they’re wrong is met with accusations or whining and bitching. And that’s before we say that, at least in my example, vote blue no matter who people will vote blue themselves right into hell because the worst they allow their precious democrats to be the worse the republicans are going to be able to afford to get.

Not to mention these absolutionists are fucking boring as hell to talk to and be around and they literally never say anything interesting ever. lmao.

And you see it a lot, especially with Tumblr politics and (this is gonna make me sound like a 4channer lmao) Tumblr liberals and just liberals as a whole. It makes engaging in these types of discussions the most tiring gruelling boring shit I’ve ever done.

[bonesandthebees]

[“And honestly, it’s no fucking wonder you pushed Jack off that roof.”] - Wilbur.

Wilbur and Tommy both have some sort of final blow. The thing that goes too far, if you will. This is Wilbur’s blow to Tommy. I’m pretty sure Wilbur said he didn’t particularly care that Tommy did it. I cannot for the life of me remember the correct words. Either way, Tommy was very worried about how Wilbur would react to him pushing Jack off a roof. But Wilbur made it clear that he wasn’t upset about it and they stuck together. Now Wilbur throws it back into Tommy’s face. The thing is. It’s not like Wilbur’s upset about it. His opinion hasn’t changed. And he’s not wrong either. Which we learn when he doubles down (because of course he does).

[“Like I said, you’re impulsive and you think you know better than you do. You make decisions for other people because you think you know what’s best for them, but the reality is that you don’t know jack shit. You’re a child who’s in way over his head,” he said, the phantom blood still lingering on his lips.] This, as Wilbur so kindly puts it, is Tommy’s biggest character flaw. Everything Wilbur says here is right and he’s fully allowed to call Tommy out because Tommy’s entire reasoning for wanting to take Wilbur out (which endangers everyone), is that he Knows that Wilbur won’t run when he still can’t read Wilbur's mind. He’s also an 18-year-old who has no idea what he’s doing.

And you can tell this hits home because it’s when Tommy stops arguing his point and aims to hurt instead. He immediately uses Wilbur's age against him. Something Wilbur trusted him with and only told him very recently. It’s a low blow, but Tommy can go lower.

[“Then where’s your goddess now?”]

I think this might be the most painful thing he could have said. It also proves how we'll he knows Wilbur because he know it will have the intended effect. He knows Wilbur doubts, but he can’t get him to follow through. He knows Clara hasn’t done shit for Wilbur. If she wanted him out she would have given him a goddamn vision when he had the chance. I think Tommy fully believes Clara doesn’t give a damn about Wilbur.

And the question hits because that’s what Wilbur has been wondering the entire time. He’s been wondering since the moment he entered Kristin’s domain. Where is his goddess? Why can’t she get him out? Why won’t she send him a vision? What does she want from him? Why did she pick him at all? I’m still not entirely certain if she can see him in Kristin’s domain, but we know she can sent him visions. Yet she doesn’t. Maybe that has something to do with his wavering faith? Maybe that makes it harder to receive visions. Either way, she’s not there and both of them know it.

(7/?)

-🌲

yeah, wilbur knew exactly how badly that was gonna hurt. although he didn't say he 'didn't care' in those exact words, he did tell tommy that he understood why he did it, and wasn't upset about it. but then he throws it in tommy's face again which of course makes things spiral.

wilbur was completely right though. he's right and he knows it, and a part of tommy also knows he's right but doesn't want to acknowledge it. one of the less obvious consequences of wilbur's kidnapping and the resulting friendship between crimeboys is that tommy has been lucky that everything he's done so far with wilbur has worked out. somehow, he does understand wilbur in a way others don't and can read him really easily, but this has also given tommy a lot of unearned confidence. just because things have worked out so far doesn't mean he's a mind-reader, but to him it feels like he is, so it's bleeding into his other choices.

so yeah, tommy has to fight back. the age thing was dirty, the goddess comment was his too far moment though. he's able to pick up enough to know that wilbur has a lot of insecurities with his relationship to clara, and how important he is to her. and you're right, he fully thinks that clara doesn't give a shit about wilbur. so yeah, that hits way too close and wilbur ends the fight immediately by telling tommy to get out.

can clara see him down in the temple? wilbur doesn't know, so you don't either. does she care? wilbur doesn't know, so you won't know. this is another reason why i love leaning into limited povs. you can never truly know what's going on with a literal deity, so the questions start piling up with no proper way to get answers.

[winns-stuff]

demeter’s character assassination is so disappointing. she doesn’t deserve to be painted as a villain just for standing in the way of hades and persephone. i don’t support how controlling she is with persephone (i think kids need the freedom to grow from life experiences while having support from their parents to help guide them) but i do believe demeter is justified in her disapproval of hades. she knows from firsthand experience how nasty hades can be to others, so of course she would be worried for her young inexperienced daughter. i think demeter should warn persephone about these dangers and allow her to make her own decisions, instead of controlling her. however, this alone doesn’t make demeter a villain (in fact it makes her a multifaceted and interesting character with realistic flaws). there are stans out there that are really putting demeter on the same level of villainy as apollo bc they both “control persephone”. you’re gonna equate a worried mother to a rapist? wow..um... anyway, the only reason demeter is seen as such a bad person is bc rs keeps framing her that way. the most egregious example of this is the newest ep where demeter calls persephone home to publicly shame her for leaving the tgoem. everything demeter does in this ep feels out of character. when did demeter ever care about what persephone wore? when was persephone being in tgoem ever about demeter wanting to keep persephone a virgin? (iirc demeter never explicitly said she wanted persephone to “stay pure”.. enrolling her in tgoem was always about keeping her safe from ppl who wanted to take advantage of her fertility powers) it feels like rs is trying to find ANYTHING to make demeter look worse than she actually is. imo rs is trying to make demeter a part of the tgoem/purity culture plotline, when she never really was in the first place. demeter controlled persephone to protect her from ppl trying to take advantage of her. tgoem is about staying a virgin aka lo’s depiction of purity culture. now all of a sudden rs is suggesting that demeter was only controlling persephone to keep her a virgin. any reasonable person can see that demeter is trying to keep her daughter safe from predators (albeit in an over-controlling way) her disapproval of HxP isn’t some ploy to reinforce purity culture

tldr: rs is warping demeter’s character to make her a villain by pretending she is controlling due to purity culture instead of being a justifiably worried mother

I agree completely, the way no one took in acknowledgement that the decisions Persephone is making is literally going to end her life essentially is so infuriating and frustrating. Hades has already been using Persephone’s fertility powers by accident, it’s been confirmed by the comic itself. What does this mean you may ask? It means that no matter what, Persephone is going to be used by Hades and she will be chipped away piece by piece as centuries go along and she won’t even be able to do anything about it because it doesn’t matter if Hades doesn’t want to use her and it doesn’t matter if Hades loves her because that’s her destiny, it’s her destiny to be used by others because of this godforsaken incredibly stupid fertility goddess plot story. The fact that no one cares about this at all shows how little they actually care about Persephone.

In fact, let’s get into that. Why is everyone so pleased at them being together in the first place? Everyone used to hate the thought of them being together which I completely understand but why did they just all of a sudden allow her to be with him? He’s still an asshole, he’s still very self centered, he’s still a man child, he’s still incredibly short tempered, and he still doesn’t know how to regulate his emotions. There’s no change from the man they grew to hate to the man he is now so why exactly do they believe they’re good together now? If they really cared about Persephone they would understand just how terrible this sort of relationship would be for her. We see Persephone giving up literally everything to be with Hades and Hades not giving up anything in return, we see Persephone communicate things with Hades and being the first to actually start those conversations yet we don’t see anything coming from his end. There’s so much taking from him, he takes everything from Persephone and has the nerve to beg for me from her and if everyone’s so up her ass about her relationship why are they okay with her being in a relationship like that? The whole main cast of LO genuinely it feels like they staged all of this.

I genuinely believe that the main crew allowed this shit to happen on purpose because they just despised Minthe so much and they probably believed that she wouldn’t be a good queen so they needed a replacement. They probably knew about Persephone from Hermes and Artemis and allowed for her go into Artemis’ house finally after they decided that she would be a good match. They knew that it was her first time in Olympus, they knew how nice she was, they knew how innocent she was, they knew probably that she was a virgin. Hell I think they probably believed that she would be the only person in Olympus to actually tolerate and be tricked by Hades’ pathetic manipulative tactics, and with the cherry on top they knew that she essentially looked like a flower nymph which is confirmed to be a literal kink for Hades. They knew she was the full package and good enough for Hades to be all over and they never even blinked when it came to actually considering how she felt about the whole thing.

That’s why everyone’s so fucking fine with this bullshit they wanted this to happen and they groomed her into being a “lovely” bride for Hades. They got rid of every single doubt she had and made Hades seem like such an amazing guy just so they could rush them into intimacy and babies because they knew that Persephone didn’t have the heart to say no to him.

And that folks is my own little AU for the whole wedding and everything because there’s no fucking way. No fucking way at all.

[stormyoceans]

i feel the same way about our dating sim omg everyone loved it it's literally everyone's favorite and i didn't really feel it that much? maybe i just didn't connect with the characters or maybe it wasn't the right time for me to watch it idk same with t8s (please don't kill me), i can acknowledge it's an amazing bl but it hit too close to home for me to enjoy it (and the fandom didn't really help either) so yeah i guess a lot of different and contradictory opinions... tbh bls just don't hit the same lately and i don't even know why :c i wanted to ask what was a bl that wasn't hyped enough or just didn't receive a lot of love that you absolutely adored? is there anything like that?

i actually feel the same about the eighth sense, so don’t worry, anon, you’re safe with me!!! i mean don’t get me wrong, it’s objectively a very good show, that can’t be denied, however i personally don’t find it as exceptional as a lot of people do. i did like our dating sim tbh, but again, i wouldn't say it's one of my all-time favorites: it's a nice show, one that i can see myself rewatching when i need something light and comforting, but it didn't make me go crazy

i think that's actually how i could describe a lot of the BLs that aired in this first half of 2023: nice, but not compelling enough. they all just felt like they were missing something, that something i can't quite describe but that makes me want to sacrifice my whole life and heart and sanity to a show, so these days, when i find myself wondering if i no longer enjoy BLs like i used to, i ask myself: have i lost excitement for the entire genre, or the ones that have been airing in the past months just didn't appeal to my taste (which, admittedly, is very particular)? and every time i do that i always find myself leaning towards this second option. sometimes things just don't resonate with us and that's okay!!!! we may need to be patient, but eventually im sure we'll find a new show that's gonna have us in a chokehold!!! the second half of 2023 already looks way more promising imho!!!

as for your question, not to be insufferable but THAT'S LITERALLY VICE VERSA!!!!!! the show is criminally underrated and most people don't really care about it, meanwhile im sitting here almost nine months later still unable to move on and about to get involuntarily committed any time i just as much think about it. the other one that immediately comes to mind is enchanté. i know it's not a perfect show and that it has its flaws, however i've always been surprised about its lack of popularity, especially since it's one of the best childhood friends to lovers stories i've ever seen and there are a lot of moments that have me giggling twirling my hair kicking my feet every time i rewatch them. i guess i could also add triage to this list, which is one of my absolute favorite BLs but i feel like a lot of people don't really know about it or looked it up only for the tanbunn cameo (which, understandable, but also it's such a fantastic show!!!! TIME LOOPS!!!!! MYSTERY!!!!! HOSPITAL SETTING!!!!! TIME LOOPS!!!!!!!)

i can't really think of any other show that didn't get a lot of love but that i like a lot right now, but im sure there are more ;;;;;;;

[dracula-wife]

Yumejoshis/self shippers i’m gonna touch your hand when i say this: when you hate on your f/o’s canonical female love interest (or a female character he is shipped with) and try to condemn her for flaws that don’t exist or blame her for actions your f/o took in order to make your concerning level of hate for her valid instead of just admitting you’re jealous and don’t like her bc she got to fuck your f/o or everyone thinks that he wants to fuck her, you look insane. This goes especially for those who have villainous/canonically abusive f/os trying to turn your f/os love interest and victim of said villainy/abuse into a horrible person who deserved what happened and is just as bad as your villain f/o because of reasons you pulled straight down out of your ass, you look batshit fucking insane. Not only have you made yourself look dumb, illiterate and misogynistic but on top of that, you’ve still essentially communicated the very same thing that an “I’m seething with jealousy” post would have accomplished. You’re peddling abuse apologist rhetoric and misogynistic comments because in the vast expanse of your imagination, you simply cannot remove her impact on what you and your f/o have and that is objectively pathetic. We all get jealous of our f/os partners or ships, I get that, believe me, but get a fucking grip. He will not love you more or less because you played shield maiden for him by being a freak on the internet. This behavior is doubly embarrassing when done by someone who very clearly sees their f/o as an oc to project non-congruent traits onto, now you’re fighting for a character whose traits, background and story you don’t even really care about enough to acknowledge not lining up to the crude, often two dimensional facsimile you thought him up as and yet you have the audacity to be misogynistic toward his partner as if canon played any role in your loving him before. Or as if you weren’t exclusively viewing him through your own limited imagination that had little to do with fandom or canon. Give it up.

[joshisurcrush]

''The Fault in our Stars'' by John Green

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Gnome-Review that barely scratches the surface because I don't have much to say (nothing new on this blog LMAO). 

The Fault In Our Stars gets an 8 on the Josh-Index for getting my hopes up and then kicking me in the balls. Metaphorically.

The book is about cancer, and it's not super-cliché or anything. Sure, chronically ill girl falls for chronically ill edgy boy. This story did it nicely somehow. 

Hazel Grace is cynical, she's rude, she's funny, she's kinda sweet and she seems like she smells like daisies. Hazel Grace is seriously depressed because her cancer makes her feel like a burden, and Hazel Grace loves reading and has barely any friends (we're so different fosho). Well, one day in a self-help group she meets this August guy and holy muffins, he's hot. Sexuality is fluid and August makes me want to kiss him on his lips. I'm not gonna spoil the plot here, because it's actually worth reading, but I feel like mentioning that the book ends horribly. It guts you and it spits on you. No happy endings, all loose endings. Everyone who used to be happy is either dead, blind, drunk and/or grieving. My friends have read it, they all told me “Noo why are you reading TFOIS you’re gonna cry :(” because people seem to hate the ending, but it really didn’t bother me all that much. I’m just dramatizing it for my easily-invested audience.

Aside from the okay-written ending, I like the way the story explores what social isolation does to a person, how it writes love. That's really my favourite part about TFIOS. How it writes a love story out of a girl's perspective is pretty good even though that's the only type of book that I avoid STRICTLY. The narration in here isn't gross-out cheesy or overly obsessive, it genuinely shows her romantic appreciation for August, and she acknowledges his flaws, and she's relaxed with it, and has other interests and stuff outside of her relationship with beautiful smug sexy August, who is everything I strive to be. It does the "cute girly romance story" without making me want to rip my skin off. Props to the author for that.

TFIOS has a solid 8 on the Josh-Index, and I'd like to add, as a footnote, that I read it in the beginning of the school year because I saw it in a shop window and it reminded me of my middle school classmate whom I was friends with who used to sit alone on the stairs at break reading TFOIS as I watched them from across the hallway. Sounds creepier than it sounds. We were cool, and they liked Kaczynski before he was commonly accepted as based and redpilled. I haven't heard from them in three years but I'm fine with that. I'm glad I read the book because of them though, it was fun.

Also: Someone told me that TFOIS is a “horrible disgusting book” because the author apparently “hates kids with cancer” and “is a terrible person” etc. etc. and I'm pretty uninformed on that so please don't come after me, if that's actually the case and the person isn't making shit up the way that they usually do. I'd be happy to listen to someone explain it to me, but I'd like to disclose that I like the book because of how it wrote teenage love. 

If you’ve gotten this far into my review I’d run away with you, leaving our old lives behind to go live in a little house in the German Alps, tending to a garden of orange flowers and a small group of cows. Hold my hand, fellow tumblrian. I appreciate your time.

[theprideful]

important!!!

transcript:

A person with a somewhat masculine voice says in a higher pitched tone, “Blue hair is weird!” They then change their voice to their regular tone, and say, “I’m gonna teach you this how I would teach a child. I don’t know your life story, but for the sake of making this an educational video, I’m gonna use stereotypes, so only take what resonates with you.

One child is born in a seemingly functional, to their awareness, loving family, while the other is getting quite the opposite. You can’t choose that you’re born with it, so you’re put out in this world and the majority of your peers are like you, and the majority of your teachers, parents and authority are like you, and the majority of the media out there is showing people like you. So all of the kids that are not depicted by this media feel erased and different immediately from the time they’re born, how they are born. You may feel too feminine as a boy, too masculine as a girl, like you’re in the wrong body, like you don’t think exactly neurotypically as everyone else, you’re too thin, you’re too thick, you’re too dark, you’re not dark enough. Kids like this immediately understand the struggle of not being accepted by the majority, and if it’s not the peers doing it, keep in mind they have the same authority and media only depicting the majority of one type of person.

So both the outcasts and the masses are gonna ask the same question of how do I fit into society, and the majority of the authority and media is gonna be saying things like “God is the answer,” “man marries woman,” “girls are this way, boys this way.” You have a set amount of rules that if you have no reason to question, you’re not gonna disagree with. But when this world has taught you it’s not for people like you, you’re gonna ask, “why is it that way?” which brings us to, “who is teaching us this?” Oh, people from this era or earlier, who’s making this stuff, people in this era or earlier, “Let me do my research on who taught them that stuff.”

A common flaw with human beings is that they accept societal norms that are only in place for a little bit over their lifetime because they never lived to see a reason to question it. When you are born in a world that’s seemingly against you, you have reason to research why these traditions are in place, and you say, “Wow, if I happened to be born in the 1900s, pink was for boys and blue was for girls, and cheerleading is for boys and heels are for men, and the bible was changed to be anti-gay”. It’s almost like what we are taught is unreliable and not inherently factual, and in the time this was being taught, no one in the masses was disagreeing.

Everyone’s born in a box, but we weren’t all born with default settings, so we learned that humans can express themselves however they want. The way you think that only natural hair colors is normal, or how you dress is the right way, or blue hair automatically makes you weird, or pronouns equals liberal, that is taught to you. If this existed in the 1900s, this would be awesome [he points at blue hair], and this would just be english language [he points at pronouns]. When you’re wildly accepted by the masses, I see why you wouldn’t want to step down, you’re at the top of the pyramid. But the reason that we dye our hair blue is that the only people that wildly accepted us are other people who weren’t afraid of being different.

Now listen, maybe you just like authentically being a part of the masses, maybe your true self likes this stuff, that’s fine. But you also have to acknowledge that you were taught to avoid anything that would get you bullied or a negative reaction by the masses. So therefore, who’s really the top of the pyramid? [He flips the pyramid drawing upside-down].”

End transcript.

[tiny-pun]

My hand on your shoulder

We all love the feral x calm ship, right? Where one can openly and publicly express their love while the other hates any form of PDA?  And in general, we like that the calm one is able to calm the feral one down and prevent them from doing something stupid and regrettable. But sometimes–I think–in certain situations, that would not me the case. Sooo what if...

The Protagonist tried to not fall into the deep slumber they so desperately needed after another one of these pointless meetings, that are more complaints about insignificances rather than discussions of the actual plan. They had hoped that the 5-minute break would calm everyone down a bit but to no avail. 

Even from half across the entrance way they could see how tense their Partner was–and even worse: they could hear how thick faced their Partners current …conversation partner was as well.

The Protagonist sighed. They knew how hard the past few meetings had been on their Partner and how little they were able to take off their shoulders, their heart and mind. Today had been even worse than all the other meetings. 

And now this? 

Before they could even think of going towards them; to lay a hand on their shoulder in silent support or a give them a warm look, acknowledging their current stress; their Partner, who had lasted the past days without doing so, had finally blown up at the person in front of them. 

Not being the only one to have noticed the show currently unfolding, everything and everyone seemed to suddenly speed up and the crowd, that had been quite divided just minutes ago, quickly gathered in shared excitement and curiosity.

But before the Protagonist could dwell on it for too long, one of Opponents supporters had run towards them, yelling indignantly: 

“This is getting out of hand! Protagonist! You’re the sensible one! Aren’t you gonna stop your Partner?!?”

The Protagonist sighed once more. 

The Opposition and their Supporters have not only been a menace to their Partner but to everyone else in the meeting as well– including the Protagonist. They had slowed down all their plans immensely and `working together` seemed to be foreign words to them. So, no. They couldn’t lie and say they weren’t satisfied­­–even amused– just a bit to see someone finally snapping at their rude associates. Especially if that someone was their Partner.

So, trying to keep their amusement in check, they answered with a small smile: “Why? They seem to be able to handle this just fine!” 

The Other clearly hadn’t expected that reaction. Clearly had expected them to immediately fold and apologise on behalf of their Partner instead. Like they usually would, when their Partner would start a fight or discussion that quickly got out of hand. So, with a dumbfounded expression and a higher pitched voice, the Other countered: 

“ Uhh?!? Cause they’re being more than rude and unprofessional towards My Associate?!?!! My Associate, who is in very high regards of everyone involved and beyond ?!?”

The Protagonist tried to not roll their eyes. But the more the Other`s word sank in, the more the more than rude implications of their words sank in. Their previous amusement had long vanished, yet their serene smile, they were so well known for stayed edged on their face, holding none of its usual warmth.  And when they finally turned towards the Other, their voice was still as light and calm as ever, yet with just enough of an edge to it, that it seemed to throw the Other off. 

“Wasn’t My Partner the one, who stayed calm, while being insulted to their face? Wasn’t My Partner the one who let them go on in their triad about how ‘impossible they’re to work with’? When all my Partner did, was point out some of the flaws in Your associates plan? Flaws that not only would’ve sabotaged the entire plan but also created an even bigger catastrophe then the one we’re trying to prevent. “

The Others eyes had went comically wide in fear and their complexion lost its colour. But they did not dare to answer. 

Pity them; cause the Protagonist was not yet finished.

`How dare these people constantly judge their Partner for things they pride themselves on? How dare they provoke and ridicule others, when they have only scraps to show off for? When they piggy-back on other people’s success? No. Not any longer. `

The Protagonist took a step towards the Other, gaze focused now entirely on them. 

“So pray tell: What am I supposed to stop My Partner from doing? From taking part in a meeting discussing a very. Important. Plan? One where they are a vital part in? Or do you mean stopping them from pointing out all. Those. Flaws in your plans? From preventing a catastrophe?” 

Another step.

“Or on a more basic level: Am I supposed to let My Partner take all of the uncalled-for criticism without a word? When you make your opinion known at even a single. Drop. of tea. Poured incorrectly?”

The Other was now so clearly in distress that even the associates around them had noticed it. Feeling the stares on them, as well as being sure the Other would not try to suggest such a thing again, the Protagonist turned back to their original position. Their gaze locked with their Partners. An equally curious and surprised expression painted their face. 

The Protagonist decided, they did not like the latter component of that expression. 

Not one bit. 

Acid seemed to suddenly fill their mouth and lungs. 

Why was their Partner surprised? How had they failed their Partner so much, that them, openly supporting them, seemed impossible?! That they still thought, they stood alone?!? Especially during such open confrontations and intentional ridicule of their person?

They had to do better.

To be better. 

They vowed right here, right now–to themselves and their Partner–that they will forever and always make their support clear. 

That no one can make a fool of their Partner. 

So, when they addressed the Other next, they made sure that even the last attendee could hear their voice loud and clear. And while it was spoken with the same calmness, they were known so well for, this once, it send shivers down peoples spine and the room suddenly felt colder.  

“I’d like to think that you and your people are not that arrogant to believe, that you are the only ones allowed to defend themselves?”

With one last glace, a too sweet smile and a playfulness twinkling in their eyes, they added: 

“Are you not?”

The Other was now fully trembling, equally in shock and fear. And while the Protagonist did not enjoy inflicting such terrible feelings in others, they knew, that for their Partner, they would do it all again. 

And again. 

And again. 

Barley hearing the stutter of an answer they held their head up high and walked over to their Partner, whose love and devotion to them was for once openly and publicly written all over their face. And when they finally finally laid their hand on their Partners shoulder in silent support, all they could think was:  

No one should wear such a beautiful, loving look, by some simple public support. 

Least of all their Partner. 

Their Love. 

They´d make sure of it. 

[makeste]

BnHA Chapter 324: Is There a Force Field Around Him??

Previously on BnHA: Flashback!Rat Principal was all “please tell Midoriya that I spent a concerningly small amount of money upgrading U.A. into a wacky physics-defying funtime grid so as to make the final battle much more confusing for everyone.” Present Day!Mic (or Present!Mic, if you will) and Jeanist were all “if only somebody could deescalate this dangerously unhinged mob, we’ve tried nothing and we’re all out of ideas.” Ochako was all “LISTEN UP PEOPLE.” The mob was all, “god??” Ochako was all, “NO, IT’S ME, OCHAKO. I’M REALLY HIGH UP ON THIS BUILDING AND THE VISIBILITY IS LOW DUE TO THE RAIN, SO I CAN SEE HOW YOU MIGHT MAKE THAT MISTAKE. ANYWAYS, DEKU WAS OUT THERE RISKING HIS LIFE FOR YOU CLOWNS EVEN THOUGH HE’S JUST A KID, SO I WOULD REALLY APPRECIATE IF YOU COULD ALL REMEMBER HOW TO BE DECENT HUMAN BEINGS, THANKS.” Let’s see if her Big Scolding Energy has any impact.

Today on BnHA: Horikoshi is all “so I have this speech planned out, and it’s really good, but it also only really needs about 6 to 8 pages, but I’m gonna see if I can stretch it out to 17 pages so I can kill time before we get to the next volume cliffhanger two weeks from now.” Anyway but it really is a good speech though. There are feels, and tears, and more talk about how Deku is so in need of a shower that just looking at him requires a tetanus booster, and more feels, and more tears, and bonus ship drama, and an iconic callback to the very first chapter which reframes the entire series in a new context in a totally epic and moving way, and it’s all very good. Except that Horikoshi is determined to never let anyone actually give this kid a hug. Who hurt you, dude.

omg we are opening on a callback to chapter 212, a.k.a. the chapter with by far the cutest flashback that doesn’t involve any baby Todorokis

baby Ochako is lethally cute. she could literally murder someone with her cuteness. I just want to scoop her up and play airplane with her until she accidentally activates her quirk while we’re spinning around and we both helicopter up into the air never to be seen again

“a child’s insistence” huh well that’s all well and good, but I sure hope this doesn’t mean we’re going to drag out the whole “sternly lecture the obnoxious citizens” plot for another whole chapter. no offense but I think we’re good

so page 2 is just continuing the whole happy/worried faces monologue, which of course is very important to Ochako’s character as it provides the context for why “who protects the heroes” ended up becoming her thing. and this is making me think we actually are in for a whole second chapter of this sob. when will my boy finally get to rest

OH MY GOD SUDDENLY THESE PEOPLE HAVE EYES IMAGINE THAT

HORIKOSHI: [reaches for a box of tissues while tearfully penning an homage to his beloved Spider-Man 2, specifically the train scene where the crowd sees Peter without his mask and they suddenly realize just how young he is]

HORIKOSHI’S HOMAGE SCENE: “COME TO THINK OF IT, I GUESS IT WAS KIND OF MEAN FOR US TO PICK ON THIS TEN YEAR OLD KID WHO WEIGHS 75 POUNDS AND LOOKS LIKE HE LOST A FIGHT WITH SATAN’S MOLDY OLD BASEMENT”

lol at this one guy who can feel the mood of the crowd shifting and is all “WAIT, NO, I WANTED TO KEEP BEING AN ASSHOLE DAMMIT”

as many pointed out last week, this man is wearing an All Might shirt. that’s some fantastic irony there

-- SDKFJWIGKS

“LITTLE GIRL, I HOPE YOU’RE NOT SUGGESTING THAT WE SHOULD ALL BE WALKING AROUND DRESSED LIKE A SOVIET-ERA BUS STOP.” heh. last week I said I was ashamed of BnHA being my favorite manga. that was a lie, actually

(ETA: in the original Japanese Ochako’s next two lines are basically “the only ones covered in mud will be us heroes!” followed by “please give us some time to get rid of the mud”, with that second line basically being the single funniest thing I’ve ever read rdslkjl. Ochako thank you so much for supporting my running gags. “YEAH WE KNOW HE’S DIRTY. WE ARE GONNA TRY AND CLEAN HIM UP, BUT IT MAY TAKE A WHILE, I’M JUST SAYING. I MEAN LOOK AT HIM. HE LOOKS LIKE AN ASBESTOS COSPLAY.”)

doesn’t the megaphone kind of look ever so slightly like an axe that she’s wielding maniacally here

easy there Lizzie Borden

also that’s a really bold claim to make there. and not one she necessarily should have to make, either. but as we all know, there’s nothing that shounen manga likes more than having its heroes bravely hoist heavy burdens of responsibility like good self-sacrificing citizens

p.s. lowkey loving how Kacchan is positioned here standing slightly behind Deku. not presuming to stand in front of him all overprotectively (because he would hate if anyone ever did that to him), and kind of being unobtrusive and letting others take center stage -- but still being close enough to Deku that he can catch him if he stumbles or passes out again

(ETA: or maybe not lmao.

DEKU: [falls to his knees]

KACCHAN: [glancing up from his phone a few minutes later] “someone just sent me the stupidest meme about milk crates -- oh. uh. you good...?”

really, son. “the burdens you can’t carry, we’ll carry them for you. ...later, I mean. right now it’s late, and we’re all cold and wet.”)

also lowkey loving this OchaTsu moment here

I was going back and binging Ochako chapters this past week for reasons, and I gotta say it really stuck out to me just how often these two are paired with each other. they do everything together. it’s a really sweet friendship that often goes unappreciated but it’s very cute

meanwhile, not to be outdone by the OchaTsu, Iida is staring at Ochako with open admiration talking about how she’s fighting too. it’s been so long since we’ve had any IidaRaka you guys. I was starving and I didn’t even know it

oh my lord IT’S FINALLY HAPPENING

THE LIGHT IS BACK. he finally looks like him again. what a cathartic fucking moment omg

ffklkdw

“I KNOW YOU ARE ALL SCARED, BUT THE GOOD NEWS IS, WE DEFINITELY CANNOT GUARANTEE YOUR SAFETY AND WE ARE ALL SCARED TOO!” good pep talk there kiddo

BUT, jokes aside, truth be told this is the exact right approach to take imo, and something that’s long overdue. I’ve said this before, but this new generation of heroes is shaping up to be much more transparent than the All Might generation. they’re basically abandoning the almighty, untouchable Superman “heroes as gods” concept in favor of the more nuanced “heroes as people” concept instead. and that’s a good thing. seeing their heroes as humans, with human limitations and weaknesses and flaws, will hopefully not only lead to more scrutiny and accountability, but also more awareness of how hard some of them are working and how much they’re sacrificing. that’s something All Might never quite grasped back at the start of the series -- that the weak, vulnerable, injured him could be just as inspiring as the mighty, invincible him -- perhaps even more so. there’s a power in seeing otherwise ordinary people show extraordinary bravery and compassion. it inspires others to try and do the same

SSDLHK AIZAWA SIGHTING AAHHHHHH

so he was still back at the hospital this whole time?? smdh at this disrespect. that feeling when your sexy self-insert character’s powers of rationality are too strong, and so you have to nerf him so that he doesn’t ruin your Deku Angst arc twice over by (1) immediately talking some sense into Deku and making him come home Right This Instant Young Man, and (2) not allowing him to leave U.A. in the first fucking place. excuse me, you want to do WHAT now, Midoriya?? that’s it, go to your room

also living for Katsuki and Hawks’s soft expressions. Shouto’s too, although his is tinier and harder to see. and Jeanist’s 12-foot-long neck. imagine Jeanist’s head with Mic’s hair. maybe Jeanist had a mohawk back in the day and that’s why U.A.’s doors are so big now

speaking of soft faces, Enji’s is also excellent

what could this random close-up possibly imply?? hell if I know. but Horikoshi truly fears no discourse and that’s what I love about him

OMGGGG

“smh my child is so dumb.” poor Ochadad. your child is cute af count your blessings

SDOFFHSMH

I’m telling you guys. lethally, catastrophically cute

this speech is still ongoing lol. Horikoshi you’re doing so good but I think we get the point now my dude. you gotta learn how to transition out of these things

UNEXPECTED TOGA WHAT

“there we go” Horikoshi says, crossing off the last line on his list of Ochako ships. “that’s all of ‘em”

poor Ochako is just repeating the same “LET HIM REST, PLEASE, WITH EVERYONE’S COOPERATION, IF YOU DON’T MIND, WE APPRECIATE IT” talking points over and over again hoping someone will throw her a bone and acknowledge her already. SOMEONE PLEASE HELP HER

literally they’re all just staring up at her silently omg. work with me people!!

now she’s saying it for the 56th time but more dramatically all of a sudden

they got so dramatic that for a minute I thought she had suddenly leaped off the building or something

look, not to rush you or anything Horikoshi, but I’m starting to get the feeling that this is yet another one of those “the volume is ending soon so I need to either hurry things up or slow things down in order to make sure we end it on my perfect cliffhanger ending” chapters where you go to ridiculous lengths to drag things out much to the exasperation of your week-to-week readers

(ETA: ftr, volume 31 ended on chapter 306, and I’m predicting that vol. 32 will end with chapter 316 (a.k.a. “you’re next!” [explodes]). I’m guessing vol. 33 will follow suit and likely end on chapter 326, so keep your eyes peeled for a big cliffhanger in two weeks’ time. Deku’s dad?? All Might in peril?? U.A. traitor at long fucking last?? we shall see.)

is Deku straight up falling in love with Ochako right on the spot lol what is happening

I know I just said that I enjoy when Horikoshi gives zero fucks about discourse, but shipping discourse is a whole different beast lol. I hope he’s prepared

(ETA: and for the record, I have no interest in shipping discourse either, as always. and I think this scene can be interpreted as platonic, tbh, with the context being that Ochako was literally introduced as someone who was willing to help him so casually without a second thought, and now here she is saving him again.

I don’t think it really fully hit Deku until this moment how much he needed saving. like I said in another meta somewhere, selflessness is basically just selfishness on behalf of others. and Deku is selfless to a fault, but that’s okay, and it doesn’t mean he needs to change -- he just needs friends who are willing to be be selfish on his behalf in turn. and I think the full emotion of what it means to have friends like that just hit him at last. everything his friends have done for him, how much he needed it and didn’t even realize, and how grateful he is. anyways what a terrible day for rain.)

-- son of a --

is he apologizing?? or pleading?? please tell me that’s not the case, because what the actual fuck. Deku you beautiful precious radiant selfless child, this is the exact opposite of how this should be. all these motherfuckers should be on their knees apologizing to you

DEKU WHY

I DIDN’T ASK FOR THIS FREAKING BOMBARDMENT OF EMOTIONS GODDAMIT. OUT HERE ARMED WITH YOUR FREAKING TREBUCHET OF FEELS TO LAUNCH AT ME UNPROVOKED. WHAT’S WITH THAT

FREAKING CHRIST. THIS BOY IS CRYING HIS EYES OUT AND HORIKOSHI IS JUST ZOOMING IN WITH THE CAMERA, LIKE CAN WE JUST CUT HIM A BREAK ALREADY. ENOUGH OF THIS. HE’S SO YOUNG AND HE TRIES SO HARD AND I JUST NEED HIM TO FEEL SAFE, HORIKOSHI PLEASE CAN YOU JUST GIVE ME THAT ALREADY WHAT IS THE FREAKING HOLD UP!!

GIGANTIC FOX LADY!!!

GIGANTIC FOX LADY PLEASE BE MY HUGGER BY PROXY!! SERIOUSLY GIRL IF YOU JUST HOLD YOUR UMBRELLA OVER HIM OR SOMETHING AND DON’T GO THE EXTRA MILE I’M ABOUT TO LODGE AN OFFICIAL COMPLAINT. THIS IS GETTING RIDICULOUS NOW

!!!!

A KOUTA IS GOOD TOO!!! oh my god if Kouta hugs him I will seriously 100% straight up cry. go on and test me

FOR THE LOVE OF --

is this man expressly forbidden from drawing hugs in his contract or something. DO YOU DO IT JUST TO SPITE ME?? this is tyranny, sir

AND I KNOW, THIS PAGE ACTUALLY CHALLENGED THE VERY PREMISE OF THE SERIES ITSELF, AND HERE I AM COMPLAINING ABOUT HUGS, OR THE LACK THEREOF. “this is the story of how we all became the greatest heroes.” and just like that, he waves a polite middle finger at all of the Strongest Greatest Chosen One shounen protags of old, in favor of something much less conventional, much more interesting, and much more suited to Deku’s character. because if that one sentence doesn’t just sum up Deku to a T. he gladly relinquishes his Greatest Hero status in favor of acknowledging the hero in everyone. what a class act. that’s my protagonist

I love this kid so fucking much I swear. only just PLEASE. FOR THE LOVE OF GOD. GIVE HIM HIS HUG