#lack of guidance

[howifeltabouthim]

His heart, usually a trusted guide, did not guide him here.

Iris Murdoch, from The Philosopher’s Pupil

[indeedgoodman]

[eternity-death]

God… Sunday’s desire for control stemming from his fear of losing what he loves is like… gutting.

Look at what he did, look at the lengths he went to, looks at the lengths he was WILLING to go to if we didn’t stop him. And all of it was in good faith. ALL of it was to protect.

Do you guys get it?? He feels that deeply, he loves that deeply— so gravely that he was prepared to sacrifice himself to create a world where no one would ever know suffering or pain again. A world where he would become the ‘strong’ and protect the ‘weak’.

A world where he has control. Because under his control, no fledglings would ever learn what it feels like to plummet. He will become the metaphorical and literal cage that protects it.

[vampirecatprince]

Another thing that I'm actually quite excited about with the new Good Omens season is how both Aziraphale and Crowley have ended up in basically an identical situation where they're both suddenly faced with the utterly existentially terrifying nature that is autonomy and free will and the freedom to make your own choices and how they both seem to be reacting very differently and yessss give me more character exploration with these two!!!

[quesadilla-day]

follow-up to ✨this✨

[hyperfixatedfandomer]

Explain to me please what is the thinking of people who blame Spider for "betraying" the Sullys, but then when you point out to them that Sullys betrayed him first by abandoning him they turn around and say that "Jake and Neytiri had no obligation to care for him" and that Sullys "are not his family"?

The math isn’t mathing, buddy. How tf would you devalue characters relationships and then blame a character for not staying 10000% loyal to those who apparently don’t care about them 😐 if Sullys don’t owe Spider, then he doesn’t owe them either, it goes both ways, dumbass.

[gaylactic-fire]

TOTK made a lot of stupid decisions but actually Zelda becoming a teacher was the most galaxy brained idea ever and I (almost) forgive the writing team for that decision alone.

[dropespeon]

god. god. sasasap. ogd

[fjordfolk]

so this might seem like a kind of random question but I remember a while back you were saying that Luna finds the concept of puzzle toys offensive, while Sparta is absurdly good at them, and I was wondering: how does Troja feel about puzzle toys?

Troja has had a bit of a journey regardig puzzles (and training in general) where a couple of years ago, being faced with unclear situation and doubt she would become increasingly uncertain until she decided she didn't want to do it at all.

Hence why, around her last fear period, if I asked her something she wasn't 100% on or handed her something to figure out, she would go to the bedroom and would refuse to come out until dinnertime.

Now that her confidence is up, she likes it. And she often ends up solving them, but it's 50/50 whether it's on accident and if she's able to replicate it next time. She does her best though!

[dougielombax]

“That’s not how tumblr works.”

Oh.

Is there a manual?

Like THIS?!

Or this perhaps? A missile guidance technical manual.

Or maybe even THIS?! (Maybe the Suez Canal authority could use it)

Am I gonna have to read it?!

How about I go to the nearest store and get one.

The Official Tumblr Manual!

Coming to all good stores near you, NEVER!

Because it doesn’t exist!

[crumbleclub]

Something I think would destroy Michael when he finally got out of William's house:

At every turn, the adults who were supposed to care for him failed him. Now that he's an adult, nobody is expected to help him at all.

[lupismaris]

Didn't get to smoke before work this morning (also not at all confident I took my meds) and while I'm managing the immense stress of the day (hello three new projects) rather well I'm reminded that the ritual of a spliff and a cup of coffee does in fact help keep my teeth dull and my temper subdued

[kelpiemomma]

It happened in the blink of an eye.

The Alpha Alakazam glanced at Khan, who had been oddly subdued since begrudgingly giving up where their next destination was, and then Ingo heard “you might be surprised by what you need,” and suddenly he was in the middle of a blood bath.

And Ingo was no stranger to battles- he and Emmet made a living off them, after all, and he'd participated in a handful of raids against scientists who thought they knew best for the world. He had seen the aftermath of people who had been attacked by wild pokemon, and what remained of those who decided their best course of action in life was to jump into a set of train tracks. It was never any less horrifying, and Ingo occasionally had nightmares about what he'd seen, but where he was now…

It simply was a nightmare.

Fires burned in varying degrees all around him. Some consumed trees, and some consumed bodies. He tried to find something to put them out with there was nothing nearby. Not even snow. At the sound of laughter he turned his head to see a group of humans in pale tunics walking away, a few of them carrying bloodied sticks. Anger flushed through his veins and he went to chase after them but was pulled backwards instead. He tried again, and again, but their strange words vanished into the forest and faded into darkness. Ingo was left surrounded by corpses of pokemon, confused and horrified.

There was nothing he could do, and he didn't know why he was here.

The sun faded in the sky and the fires began to die, slowly turning to embers. The bodies they'd consumed were nothing but charred husks, and the primitive buildings he'd first thought to simply be fallen trees collapsed on themselves with no support left. It has taken Ingo longer than he cared to admit that this hadn't just been a group of pokemon- it had been their home, where they'd had their own rooms. There were enough bodies here to be an entire family, the kind biologists loved to see where he came from. They were so few and far between, requiring a curious amount of intelligence, teamwork, and tolerance. He knew people, personally, who would have loved to observe this family.

And here he was, observing their bodies instead.

A terrified yelp grabbed his attention; another den had just collapsed. Apparently this inhabitant had been alive. Ingo dashed over and tried to remove branches- his hands went right through, but he didn't stop trying. After releasing his own anguished scream - why was he here when he was so useless?! - the branches moved. An ashen, burnt paw emerged first. The sticks wiggled again, collapsing around the body further, until the remaining pokemon finally managed to pull itself free. And it was only then, staring at the young Zorua, that Ingo finally realized what he must have walked into.

He turned to look, to take in what he had taken for granted before.

The bodies weren't just pokemon. They were Zoroarks, Zoruas. Pokemon that had, from his understanding, been long loathed in Hisui. Seen as ill omens, as dangers to their societies. This clan must have settled somewhere, thinking it a safe area to raise their family, only for it to be discovered by humans. Humans who were fearful of what they saw as dangerous. Attack before you are attacked. Ingo could, to an extent, understand why- pokemon in Hisui were so much more aggressive, defensive, than those he had grown up with and known. Some people had pokemon partners but they were not like what he was used to. And with this clan settling in, with new generations being reared, he could only imagine the thought process the humans who had found it must have had.

Get them, before they get us.

He turned back to the Zorua, who had emerged from the collapsed den and now stood silently.

Staring.

Ingo wanted to know what his expression was, but just as he began to lean over to look the pokemon began moving. He approached the closest corpse first- this one hadn't been burned, at least, but there was a puddle of blood haloing it. The Zorua didn't seem to notice his paws getting wet as he drew closer, lifting a paw to nudge the body. The corpse. As Ingo expected, there was no response. The Zorua tried again, finally turning away when the corpse remained still.

Ingo followed as it staggered around the ashes of the clearing, prodding at every body it found regardless of their state. Some were so very obviously dead… but the Zorua still tried.

Trauma, Ingo knew, did funny things to a mind. To one as young as this…

It was no wonder why Khan was the way he was.

The young pokemon finally stopped, his breaths coming faster and faster. Ingo knelt down when his back legs collapsed, arms reaching out as if he could help. As before, he simply phased through. The Zorua turned his head, finally revealing the scar that Ingo would come to know well, now a fresh wound that still bled. His paws were cut up and burnt, there were scratches and lesions all along his back. He was a mess. Ingo could hear frantic, near-silent whines coming from the Zorua. It was hard to say if the volume was from fear that he would be heard, or if the smoke had gotten to his lungs.

Tears began slipping from the Zorua 's eyes. His panting became one long, hiccuping whine. His head remained turned, staring behind him, and Ingo was struck by what he'd yelled at Khan in anger so long ago, and yet so recently.

“You have no idea what it's like to have a family you can't return to!”

Khan, of all of their companions, absolutely did. This… this was why his reaction had been so strong, why Nana and Mnesomyne both had stepped in to stop Khan from assaulting - perhaps even killing - Ingo.

This is why she sent me here.

Ingo looked down at the Zorua again. Khan seemed to be frozen in place, but the wind around them was moving leaves and leftover smoke. It was only Khan who was frozen, unable to look away from his slaughtered family.

“I'm sorry,” Ingo said quietly, placing his hands around Khan's body as if he could actually hold him, “I'm so sorry.”

[subtlesolitude-tailoredtaste]

[isfjmel-phleg]

To understand the character of Bart Allen, it is helpful to compare him to his young superhero contemporaries of the 1990s. Bart, although from a far future, embodied what a "millennial" superhero could be. In that period, numerous young, mostly male, heroes were given their own (often short-lived) series [...]. Of those characters, Superboy, Impulse, and Robin were both the closest in age and were launched in the pages of A-list superheroes Superman, Flash, and Batman. Toward the end of the decade, in 1998, the three would form the team "Young Justice" along with Wonder Girl (Cassie Sandsmark), Arrowette (Cissie King-Jones)--a character first introduced in the pages of Impulse but loosely associated with Green Arrow--and "the Secret," a phantasmal girl of mysterious origins. The gender-balanced teenaged team followed a long tradition of successful teenaged superhero groups in the DC Universe, a tradition going back to the Legion of Super-Heroes and the original Teen Titans. Curiously, with the exception of Batman who was a more hands-on mentor to Robin, the superheroes who would have been their adult mentors, Superman, Wonder Woman, Flash, and Green Arrow took a more hands-off approach with this new batch of teen heroes, often finding separate mentors for each of the teens. In this way, this younger generation of heroes differed from their Gen-X counterparts, the original Teen Titans, claiming more autonomy early on in their superhero careers.

Louie Dean Valencia-Garcia, "An Impulsive Teen from the Future: Imaging Youth, Virtual Reality and the Digital Future at the Turn of the Millennium" from The Ages of the Flash: Essays on the Fastest Man Alive, edited by Joseph J. Darowski

[noa-ciharu]

What do you think of people who say Fuuma and Kamui aren’t attracted to each other romantically ?

Because X’s Wikipedia page says that CLAMP didn’t intend for their relationship to be seen as romantic, according to a supposed expert in the field.

Sometimes I want to break things.

I wouldn't trust fandom wikia too much, it's known for being unreliable. Once I've seen wiki page where Karen's age was stated to be 16... so yea, unreliable isn't strong enough of a word

I don't think anyone can really deny Fuuma and Kamui were meant to be each other's 'special person' in clamp term of word? There was an interview that stated how their relationship isn't 'simple friendship' I think? Honestly when it comes to fuukam I have similar stance as on kurofai: extremely strong emotional involvement, sacrifices, devotion and many more things are there - do those 3 words or a kiss even change anything? Not much imo.