Wait did they aired the anime in wc session purposefully or was it a coincidence
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not to be h0rny on main but i could really use a pretty girl topping me rn
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listen I know it's heartbreaking that Claudia dies and it's understandable to wish she didn't, but let's please not accuse the writers of fridging her. to do so is a fundamental misunderstanding of the story and is frankly insulting to the intelligence and skill of the writers of the show.
Claudia's death, and the overwhelming grief and regret her parents experience because of it, is quite literally the point of the entire story. she dies because Anne's daughter Michele died of leukemia when she was five years old and there was nothing she or her husband could do to prevent it.
writing IWTV was how Anne coped with the unimaginable loss of a parent losing her child. she created a story about a little girl that could not die and then killed her anyway. Claudia's death is a senseless, unavoidable tragedy, just like Michele's was. the grief that haunts Louis and Lestat for the rest of their lives is the same grief that haunted Anne and her husband.
so when you're accusing people of killing Claudia off to benefit a story about two men, please remember that in real life sometimes parents lose their children. please remember Michele Rice.
she's the reason Claudia exists.
she's also the reason Claudia cannot be saved.
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i can’t decide if this is the single coolest girl in the world for making danger her middle name or the silliest for not seeing the raw power of “millipede danger” which is the greatest name i have ever heard
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guys how am I supposed to live laugh love in these conditions
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I have some questions about karaoke night, Alex Hirsch. Very Important Questions. Which I will happily scream at a poor hapless baby triangle who can have no answers for me, and possibly also does not have object permanence yet.
Follow-up that is I guess suggestive, but let's be real here, Bill's a fucking triangle:
Dude slipped right into his birthday suit, lmao
this is so stupid :D
Anyway, I don't care what anyone says, this brilliant individual knows what's up - Bill is absolutely way more of a monsterfucker than Ford could or ever will be, full stop.
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I like to think that Vulcans who come to understand that Humans just can’t try to process emotions the same way as them, it’s just healthiest to let it out in harmless ways, decide that venting and stuff should be taken just as seriously as Vulcan’s meditation time, and will encourage the Humans around them to complain about what’s upsetting them
People who are used to aloof Vulcans who avoid Humans at all cost running into one comforting a Human
“-and then they said my cheesecake was subpar, and they didn’t even bring a dish!!!”
“The purpose of this event was that every participant brings a food item of sorts, correct?”
“Yeah!!”
“And they did not follow this rule while insulting dishes that were brought?”
“Mostly just my dish but yeah >:(“
“How illogical”
“That’s what I’m saying!!!”
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I'm sorry for pitting two bad bitches against each other here but I gotta know everyone's thoughts
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you know sometimes you know you and your friend aren't meant to be, everything about you and her is wrong. Still, you can't help it because you always feel like she needs you and you keep trying to help and help and help and help but it never gets better, but you still keep trying, and more of you get broken than the cracks that she herself had...you tried for more than two years. People left her, some bad others good, but they were always the ones to leave her, and you think about why they left her, but in the back of your heart you know, you keep giving her advice, being her trauma dump, helping her whenever she falls to her knees, turning a blind eye to the spikes that cover her arms and hands. Unable to bring yourself to unlatch the hook that digs deeper and deeper into you as she descends into the dark dragging you with her. And you keep trying to keep her head above the water, disregarding how your lungs fill up with the cold, merciless water. You think she must survive and forget that you too, must survive. And you fall deeper and deeper in but your only thought is to push her out as the last of the sand covers more and more of your body. You feel claustrophobic but you worry more if she had been able to pluck the grains of the sand from her eyes and mouth.
One day you say enough but then she draws you back in with those sweet venomous words. And this happens over and over until you feel the spikes digging into your palms, until you feel the hook pierce through your heart, until you feel your lungs overflowing with the cold water, until you feel the scorching hot sand in your mouth, eyes, ears and nose, filling your belly and lungs full. And you say enough for the last time. She tries to say no, she tries to justify, she tries, she says things, things that hurt your heart and make you want to forgive her, but you can't, you are tired, exhausted, done with it all, and you tell her one last time, that if she does not better herself , you could not help anymore and that you will only talk to her again once she talks to herself.
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