at the risk of sounding like a Very Hurt Person ill be frank. Seto Kaiba being set up as a traumatized, mentally ill kid with PTSD, who had to cope alone and heal alone and bury his past and reinvent himself, proving to and deeply convincing himself that he can do anything in the process, resulting in this narcissistic double ended blade persona, which, narratively speaking, only gets stomped on, by the good guys, antagonized, by the good guys, and as the Merciful course of action the good guys: Force Him Back Into Accepting And Becoming His Past Self (literally cant imagine a worse fate for anyone who had to erase their past and remake themselves tbh) With Its Past Loves And Past Hurts:
This is an illustration from the Light Novel! Also I usually am good about writing out the entire title but I simply refuse. This one is so long it borders on a run on sentence.
thinking about the Devastating emotional damage that would come from being constantly told how much you look like your father, how much you take after him and looking into the mirroring and seeing nothing but his jawline and cheeks, the broadness of his shoulders, the forming shadows of his facial hair beginning to come in, the way his bronze eyes sit in your face.
and at first you look upon these features with pride and they make you straighten your back and shoulders, raising your chin slightly to look as much of king as he is "but I will be kinder" you say, "I will lead with a gentle and generous hand" and you would have, in the only way you knew how, but it would not have been what was needed, it would not have been the kindness it was meant to be.
then,,, then you had your mind taken from you, your limbs and body no longer your own but to your minds eye, and the memories that ingrained themselves in your head afterwards, there was no difference; and so as your hand gripped the sword and your arm raised above your head, your feet steadying themselves against the ground, the world slowed to a tormenting pace,,
and then your arm arched down, the writhing shadow in your mind forcing you to use all the strength you have, to cut clean through the neck of your father. And the eyes, the nose, the jaw and the cheeks you saw repeated in every interaction and every reflection rolled past your feet, severed from the shoulders and height you had grown so easily into.
What was it like afterwards? When you met his eyes in broken glass or rippling water. Did it feel like looking at a corpse? Did it feel like you were back in the throne room, severing his head again every time you caught a glimpse of your own reflection, every time you saw his haunted, grief ridden eyes looking back at you instead?
Is that why you blamed yourself so heavily for what happened to your brother? Because you bare your fathers face and shoulders and body and He failed him? I don't blame you. How could you not feel his failures as yours every time you looked into a mirror or still puddle and saw his face, his bronze eyes and black hair crowding the surface. And so you bore not only your own sins but his as wells, because truly they are interchangeable by this point.
"You are your father's son" They said, pride, sadness, bitterness, anger, and resignation brimming the sentence, disregarding completely how you glanced side long at his reflection in the window, desperately aching to see your own face looking back at you, for once.
I figured I'd like the new series just because I liked the old Trigun anime as a kid, but hoo boy, I wound up really liking it lol. Some chibis of them for now <3
people with outdoor cats be like: yes my cat came back home half dead, caught hiv, is full of parasites and sometimes has gone missing for weeks but i don't care bc at least the cat is free and not locked inside like selfish people do!!!
It took me four speed runs of HFW to get this dialogue that @kittleskittle got on his first run and I just need to know why GG hid the funniest line in the game under such weird parameters.
But it further cements my love for this stupid desert gremlin and I just… fuck. FUCK.
I wish AI images didn't make me so intensely upset. Just the existence of them bothers me a lot, because it's just clutter without meaning or emotion or any genuineness. But recently something happened that made me very upset, and I feel so irrational saying this, but it really gave me this sick, heart-wrenching feeling, and I wish it would stop. My mom was looking through Facebook, and showed me this image of birds that to me was so obviously AI. But she wasn't 100% sure it was fake, only telling me after I had told her it was definitely AI, that she had been a bit unsure about it.
I hate how intense my feelings are about it, bcs it made me want to irrationally almost infantalize her without meaning to. It just made me overwhelmingly sad that this is state of things. That people are being fed this imitation, this trash, and aren't familiar enough to recognize it all the time. Every time I think about it, it hurts my chest.
Have you ever seen a boy so sad to be complimented on his appearance by his closest friend whom he cares about and respects so much.
His self worth and identity is so tightly tied into his appearance as Adrien Agreste. For so long, looking good is all that most people, even his own father, value in him. He cannot get away from perfect pictures of himself.
But right now in this moment he's trying his very best to be a great partner. He knows Mister Bug is a harder role than usual and this time he's determined to do his best and support his lady while she's clearly having an off day.
But what she notices and compliments him on, not his hard work or skill or speed or his mind. Just the same looks everyone in Paris agrees are good. The looks that the whole world now own in the palms of their hand. His eyes as Mister Bug are less his own than they are as Chat Noir, and they're all she's noticed.
I'm fucking heartbroken. When this episode ended, I cried.
hi that anon was me. i hope this isn’t bizarre to follow up on I just was like SO shy to send that but idk you’re cool and I wanted to say hi off anon :’] I might submit art someday [hasn’t drawn in months rip]
I just love selfship with my whole heart and it’s been years since I’ve posted seriously on tumblr but I used to be in similar spaces so seeing you and ur moots interact makes me nostalgic in a way. I said I think he should like you because I MEANT it. im cheering u on every time you post about The Voices. your tags? comedy gold but you’re also RIGHT. sorry for enabling you but. yknow. anyway springtrap likes you soo bad