#never going to recover from this

[starry-blue-echoes]

so I just made a vague post about the ending of Stone Ocean and my Pain but

fuck because just

for almost the entire last three episodes I was able to handle it

It hurt. It hurt, but I was able to handle it. When Pucci was chasing them, when Anasui was donuted, when Jotaro died in the way he did in Diamond, the way Tohth had predicted all the way back in Stardust, when Hermes died, when Jolyne sacrificed herself to Emporio could escape-

It hurt, but it was in a strange way expected and on par with Jojo’s

But as Emporio ran through the halls of the Green Dolphin, sobbing and screaming and yet no matter how desperately he ran he could never outrun the priest chasing him..... it began to hurt more.

When he used Weather Report’s disk, which I had honestly forgotten about, the hurt was pushed back slightly by vindictive glee. Pucci would be destroyed thanks to his own power and because of the son of a woman he’d killed years ago. I wasn’t sure what would happen afterward, but I was happy that Pucci at least wouldn’t be able to hurt Emporio anymore and while they wouldn’t remember, the others were alive now

.......but then the universe reset a second time, and Emporio was back by the same bus stop where they’d begun the start of the final batch of episodes

I didn’t know where it would go. When the bus pulled up to the station, I didn’t think much of it

But then Ermes voice came from it.

And with a sinking, terrified dread I realized what was happening. I hoped it wasn’t true, prayed this boy wouldn’t have to experience this.....

But Ermes stepped off the bus. Anasui was by a car. Jolyne was sitting in the back. Every one with little details, with slight changes to their names, but still undoubtedly them and they were safe

And Emporio didn’t say a word. How could he? His first friends, his family, all who were dead were standing before him. And they didn’t know who he was.

But then Irene, Jolyne, his sweet, kind, caring sister in all but blood, offered him a ride and gave him her jacket.

She had no way of knowing what this gesture meant to him. She had no reason to. After all, all she knew was that this small, quiet child was standing alone without any guardians at a bus stop far away from the city in the pouring rain.

But to Emporio? To us as the audience??? We’ve seen nearly everything up to this point, saw how these two had saved each other’s lives countless times. The months upon months where the two bonded, laughed, interacted with each other and depended on each other. We knew the woman he called his older sister, and saw exactly how much those two loved each other

And despite not knowing him, she still showed him that same kindness

And at that moment I broke down sobbing with a smile on my face and laughs interrupting my cries

She still loved him. There was still hope. She didn’t remember him but she loved him

And when Roundabout started playing? Yeah I just started crying harder

[queerofdenial]

goodbye

[theaceofarrows]

Me, a grown adult screaming, crying, cursing, and wailing in despair loud enough to wake up my neighbors, over a fictional bird from a TV show meant for ages seven to eleven? Yes. And I will unashamedly be doing it on repeat for the foreseeable future

[bonnibuckets]

i failed my exam so hard 😀🔫 im gonna scream, i studied and that shit still wasn’t enough i feel like im a fucking failure and im gonna fail college and all my dreams abt saving the little orphans is going to dwindle down the drain UGGGGGHHHHRRRRAAAAAHHHHH

[pr-1-m]

Brisbane ghesties you guys were fucking AWESOME

I am at a loss for words at how many people were at the final show yesterday (7th of October), THANK YOU TO WHOEVER HUGGED ME AND CRIED WITH ME AND THANK YOU TO THE GIRL WHO LET ME CHARGE MY PHONE WITH HER PORTABLE CHARGER I LOVE YOU SO MUCH 😭

AND TO THE PERSON WITH THE BLUE HAIR THAT WAS GOING HOME TO CHRISTCHURCH THAT CAME UP TO ME I LOVE YOU- YOUR SO COOL PLEASE B MY FRIEND 😭🫶

Anyways

WE LOVE YOU PAPA COPIA WE HOPE YOU LIVE A LONG AND HAPPY RETIREMENT 🤞🫶‼️

AND THANK YOU TO TOBIAS FORGE WHIS HUST TOBIAS FORGE

- prim

[piecesofchess]

My boyfriend, watching me draw Deacon: Are you drawing Lord Farquad?

[mygirljunhee]

@alexanderfuckingwept this is quite literally the meanest thing you’ve ever said to me and I’m going to need an apology

[stay-neurotic]

lestat going "bad daddy" has put me in my fucking grave

[4lonso]

having a category five autism moment right now

[iluvthatlavenderblonde]

[astrhae]

"I'm very good at forgiveness. It's one of my favorite things."

[hannibal-is-my-comfort-show]

Cause of death? This post right here:

[chalkrub]

do you think it’s a friendly wolf

[obiusperson]

New Existential Horror Just Dropped!

ok so I was thinking about the nature of choice and how we could always vaguely predict what someone will do and if that's really a choice. But then I though, if that's not a choice, what would something with the ability to chose even look like?

It seems obvious, but when you get to the specifics it kinda falls apart. This is because if choice is choice is supposed to make an outcome that cannot be predicted with the best algorithms, we don't know how that would act.

Now you might be saying: well of course we know what choice looks like, fiction is full of people making their own choices. I would agree, but the thing is that those characters do that narrative breaking because of their character, therefor it could always be predicted what they would do.

And that's scary because that would mean not only do we not have "true free will", we don't even know what true, honest to god free will would look like.

If you were traumatized by this, remember, this was done by a teenager. Please remember this whenever you think about how kids are stupid and need to be protected from everything objectionable.

[glitteryfoxsoul]

It's not going to change unless you change it.

[kanotototori]

The welcoming and friendly and bright facade of "Mother" and the family she raised at the Hearth, whose cruelty was hidden just beneath the surface - raising children as brothers and sisters so that they might slaughter each other in the future for the title of "King",

Versus

Arlecchino as the "strict" and "unfeeling" and cold and emotionally distant Father, who teaches her children that they should rely on each other, love each other, cherish each other and their own lives, stand on their own two feet in the world. The names of Arlecchino's constellations - "You shall become a new member of our family / You shall love and protect each other henceforth / For alone, we are as good as dead / From this day on, we shall delight in new life together" - are her teachings to the children of the House (and her hopes, too - we shall delight in new life together).

And the warm gentleness in her voice when she begins speaking - "come with me" - that turns into cold monotone, "like a strict and unfeeling Father". You can literally hear the moment she creates the persona of that "cold", "unfeeling", "strict" Father, when she puts on her mask.

And that's not even getting into how it's also a continuation of this vicious cycle - "I will raise you as my child" - because while Arlecchino's House is certainly leagues better than Crucabena's, she is still raising soldiers and ultimately leading many of them to their deaths* (despite her best efforts, it seems), she is actively priming Lyney to be the next "King", and the throne of the "King" is upheld by much death and bloodshed.

*As an aside, I gotta wonder if Arlecchino's crimes were pardoned only in exchange for her becoming a Harbinger, so now she's locked into a job where she has to raise more child soldiers and send them to die, just like her siblings were sent to die. It would explain why Childe clocks her loyalty to the Tsaritsa as being very shaky (him being a Tsaritsa fanboy in the first place, anyway). But if she didn't become "King"... well, wouldn't that mean all her siblings' sacrifices would be in vain? That would be kinda fucked up innit.