Omg Gwyneth Paltrow refusing to pay the $300,000 in damages to the man she apparently hit while skiing (where she left him hurt lying in the snow) - BUT regardless, nonchalantly wearing almost the same amount of money in attire for her court appearance WITH FULL BLOWN JEFFREY DAHMER GLASSES is just the new level of out of touch CRAZY I (and the apocalaughs) needed 😆
* Also everybody out there calling her a privileged WASP boujie completely disregarding the fact she’s 50% Eastern European (Belarusian Polish - Ashkenazi) with 33 rabbis on her father’s family side 😆
You can run but u cannot hide Gwynnie! That green coat would be arctic fox fur with a matching hat if you weren’t in the states and you know it 😆 💄
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All the soulfire posting on the tag makes me so happy because yes!! They are found family!!
They're family in the sense that when the whole world in and out of the game was rooting against them, they were there for each other- and they supported each other above all else. And that's all they needed to pull through.
Now, let's talk about the day GGN was eliminated. A lot of people criticize the team for not trusting Tubbo, their own leader, but really, I think that proves how good their team dynamic is, and a testament to Tubbo's leadership as well. Also if I remember correctly, all teams were supposed to be eliminated if GGN wasn't? So yk, it was kinda the right decision overall. For me, a good team dynamic doesn't stem from an unquestioned devotion to one's leader- but rather, a cooperation between the team that includes trust and communication. But trust doesn't just come from anywhere because it has to be proved- it has to be earned. And this day and Tubbo's determination overall, proved that he is a good fit to be a leader. Soulfire trusts each other's skills and cooperate with each other, and unite the team even when the odds are stacked against them. Another fun thing to keep in mind was a lot of the team members had hostile relationships before the event, but the hardships they faced in purgatory literally changed them and established a mutual respect and friendship a lot of them still have for each other months after the event.
One of the things I loved about the event were the post-purgatory podcasts or Tina, Tubbo, and Bad just chatting after the server closed. This is where the co-leaders title came from because they would strategize together and plan what they needed to do for the next day. That, or they would simply try to comfort each other if they lost that day. They were simply doing their best, and that was enough.
The time they spent with each other, in that cozy base, just trying to survive another day changed a lot of relationships and strengthened many more, and that's why I'll forever be a Soulfire fan.
It's the lasting impact of this family they found when it was nothing but cold, dark, and unforgiving. despite how terrible it all was, the love was there, and it still is, and will always be.
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One look from you,
And I'm on that faded love
Out of my body,
And flying above
SO SO SO HAPPY WITH MY COMMISSION FROM @featheredcrowbones !!! EVERYONE LOOK !!!
I'm a big sucker for royalty AU's, and they brought my dream to life. 🥹 look at the crown!! All the details !! Living my princess dreams!!!
Mammon wanted one dance alone, away from prying eyes after the ball. He wanted to admire his princess without judgement or interruptions. His love always sparkled under the moonlight. He hopes she doesn't notice the way he's lost in her eyes or blushing. But it's okay. Little does he know, she's just as smitten <3
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One more scene from Fuuta-Es convos with @waivyjellyfish for now :3 I liked exploring Es' post-canon mindset as an ex-murder investigator... Like my other drabble, I don't have the details worked out but Milgram is over and they're living at the Kajiyamas' now.
What Fuuta didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him.
It’s what Es told themself as they slipped into his clothes. They’d spotted the outfit at the bottom of Fuuta’s closet a few days ago, then decided to bide their time. With Fuuta and his sister downstairs having breakfast, there was a small window of opportunity now.
Es stuck their arm through the red-striped sleeve. They still didn’t know what possessed them to put it on.
Was it the appeal of something familiar? In a world devoid of all memories, they enjoyed the idea of putting on at least one outfit that they’d seen hundreds of times on their little music video screen. Is it possible to be comforted by someone else’s memories?
Was it old habits? They’d spent each trial doing anything and everything to feel closer to the prisoners. To take a peek into their minds. To step into their shoes. This was taking it a bit literally, they knew. Although everything was over and they had no reason to connect so deeply to any of the prisoners, Es couldn’t get away from the duty they’d obsessed over for so long.
Maybe it was just their troublesome curiosity, always driving them forward. There was a small part of them that hungered for more information, no matter the reason. They were perfectly aware that putting on Fuuta’s red and blue tracksuit would probably offer them absolutely nothing new, but they had to try. Something might be revealed to them, and they needed to know.
Es stood in front of the full length mirror. They turned one way. They turned the other way. They shifted their arms. They cocked their head.
Sure enough, nothing.
They took note of the little details. It was a little big on them, (though it wouldn’t take them long to catch up to Fuuta’s size). It was neither fashionable nor tacky. The material wasn’t exactly comfortable, but at least it felt warm.
But, did it make them feel any closer to Fuuta?
They contemplated a moment, thinking of all that he may have done in the outfit. There were so many classes these pants had walked to, so many arcade coins that these pockets had held. Es wondered if his friends ever nudged the shoulders of the jacket playfully. Maybe they weren’t the type. It had probably seen it’s share of all nighters. And also lazy days spent in bed, or sick days laid up on the couch.
They puffed their chest out, thinking of the confidence Fuuta may have had wearing this. They pulled the hood over their hair. It had likely seen just as much as his hesitance. How many times had he sunk into the thick material for an escape? Or was there an opposite effect – did he feel so comfortable in this that he could commit murder?
Es stared at themself.
There came some shuffling out in the hall. Before Es could move, Fuuta was shouting to his sister and bursting into the room.
“Will you get out of my fucking hair if I bring it to you right –” he froze. “Now...”
Es, too, was frozen in place, their eyes wide.
“I-I’m sorry.” They started unzipping the jacket. “I saw it and… I didn’t mean to –”
“ – It’s fine,” Fuuta muttered. He waved his hand dismissively. He started shuffling things around in his desk drawer, angling his head down, out of sight. His voice was strained, though it wasn’t as angry as Es had been expecting. “It’s not like I’m ever gonna wear it again.”
Es carefully folded the jacket over their arm. “I wasn’t trying to bring up the past. I was just…” What had they been doing?
“I said it’s fine.”
“I know it’s not.”
“You don’t know anything. Wear it every day for all I care. I was just gonna toss it.”
“You still can. Or, I can.”
“Nah.” Fuuta retrieved what he was looking for. He paused in the doorway, taking one last look over his shoulder. “Looks better on you, anyway.”
Es straightened in surprise as he left. They took another look in the mirror. They allowed themself a small smile. They might have undersold how comfortable it was.
Now that they were thinking of it, they did look pretty cool… Maybe that was all there was to it.
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