#partly ofc

[mellohiizz]

so, um. that spoke uu episode, huh.

[bennetsbonnet]

I fear that the Netflix Pride and Prejudice adaptation will try far too hard to make a Lake Scene™ or Hand Flex™ moment happen and in doing so will miss the point that both of those were accidentally iconic. The infamous scene in the 1995 series was intended to be funny rather than swoon-worthy, while the shot of Mr Darcy's hand in the 2005 film was captured by chance. Both iconic moments, but not scripted as such.

I don't think you can force these things, they kind of take on a life of their own once an adaptation is released and become iconic in their own right organically thanks to the audience. I would hate for a scene to be added in to try and force A Moment™ to happen.

So, rather than trying to make the next one happen, I would love it if this time a scene from the novel with Jane Austen's brilliant dialogue in all its unaltered glory was what truly stood out to people and that the incredibly talented lady who brought so many iconic characters to life, for once, got the credit she deserves, rather than a scene that never appeared in the original novel getting all the hype.

[mearchy]

On my rewatch of TLOU I realized there were some details that I missed before that help to paint this huge picture about the importance of the preceding Tess/Joel relationship. The first and most obvious is that Joel mentions passingly that he and Tommy met Tess pretty early on, and it sounds like she stayed with him when every other group they were in fell apart, and even when his own brother left. So they’ve been surviving together for at LEAST 15 years, probably longer than his daughter was even alive, which is a length of time I just didn’t fully process before.

We never hear the full goodbye/suicide letter from Bill, but a lot of people have pointed out that over Joel’s shoulder you can see Tess’s name mentioned at least twice at the end — including something about her deciding what to do. We know that basically every time we saw Tess directly interacting with Joel before she died, she was the one giving him directives and making the final decisions. She says outright that he listens to her. This is not a man who trusts fucking anybody after everything he’s been through. But he trusts Tess. She comes up behind him in bed while he’s sleeping, and in a world of raiders and robbers where hypervigilance is a necessity, he barely even stirs.

Now, one of her last lines before she dies is “I never asked you for anything, not to feel the way I felt—“ and he tries to say something and she shuts him down. But here’s what gets me: before that, before they realize she was bit, she turns around and in her dying frantic anger she yells “that is NOT MY HOME!” about the QZ. And it’s like okay… where else could she be thinking about, if she’s spent all these years on the road with different groups, with Joel, and then at least a decade in the QZ? What is she defining as home right now? Why is this correction so intense? And it could be about Detroit, about where she came from and isn’t (apparently) attempting to go back to. But then. But then she turns and she looks directly at Joel. And she’s got the most tragic expression on her face. And I wonder if in that moment Joel knew she meant that he was her home, even if she had never said it that openly before. Wherever he went, she would go. Haring off on a wild chase after his brother across the country? She’s there. She’ll do anything to make it happen. She’ll beg and barter and kill for this truck battery, for a mission she doesn’t even have half the same stakes in. She was his direction and his driving force and a safe place for him, but he was her home.

Thinking about this almost changed the tenor of the remaining story with Joel and Ellie to me. The hospital massacre felt perfectly in character the first time I watched, but when I rewatched with both the Sarah and the Tess story in the forefront of my mind it felt even more fucking inevitable. Joel is Orpheus. This couldn’t have gone any other way. He could never have done anything else. He has failed the two most important women in his life. He has failed a daughter, and he has failed a partner twice over- first by letting her die, and second by letting her die believing she was unloved. How can he fail Ellie now? He has to burn the entire world, tell any lie, just to keep her alive. There is no other option, no other outcome. There is no living Joel post-canon without the hospital massacre.

And the revenge for it will be what kills him.

[yes-no-maybe-soo]

This exchange has got me thinking about how neither Sylus nor MC had childhoods where they were able to indulge in "childish" activities...

Sure, MC did grow up with Grandma and Caleb and seems to have had a fairly normal time with them, but she was adopted by the former at the age of ~8. For the longest time she had no recollection at all of the years prior, and during said until recently forgotten years she was treated like an experiment... so during a large portion of MC's childhood she went without being able to be a regular carefree child playing with plushies or collecting cute badges.

And in her previous lives she didn't get to be a proper child either, but was treated as a future weapon or as entertainment for sick adults. Her childhood wasn't spent playing, but being primed to or actively forced to fight and kill.

It's the same with Sylus. Neither of his known childhoods were happy or easy. The only time we hear him speak of his past (Lost Oasis) he says simply that he "struggled to survive". Which checks out for both of his lives.

So what I want to say with this post is that it makes a lot of sense that MC has "childish" hobbies as an adult, and also that Sylus indulges her (and himself) in them. They are in a way healing their inner children, and reclaiming something of what was stolen from them.

[sidewalk-cracks]

literally please give Battison a Dick Grayson in the Batman Part II.

The first movie was about Bruce's journey from not wanting to be Bruce Wayne, to realizing that he does in fact need to be Bruce Wayne, and that Bruce Wayne can be a force used for good just like Batman. Logically then, the second movie should explore the next immediate question on the table: okay, he needs to be Bruce Wayne. So who is Bruce Wayne? What kind of man is Bruce Wayne going to be? Bruce still feels defined by his trauma of his parent's death. Bruce Wayne still feels defined by his parents' shadows, by his father's legacy. He still feels defined by his grief. How does he make Bruce Wayne be something different?

Dick Grayson would serve as the PERFECT device for Bruce to discover who he can be. Because Dick Grayson is literally just a young Bruce, and Bruce sees that instantly (it's why he takes him in in the first place). So throughout the movie, as Bruce tries to help Dick process his grief, he's inadvertently processing his OWN grief. Dick Grayson unknowingly helps Bruce process his own trauma, and through their developing relationship shows him that Bruce Wayne can be more than a recluse, a failure, a man drowning in his own head- he can be a protector, a friend, a parent.

When Dick points a gun at Tony Zucco's head, Bruce talks him down, and all the words that he gives him are words he had wanted when he was a kid and his grief was fresh. Even though they're gone, you're not alone. I understand.

BATTISON NEEDS DICK GRAYSON TO BE ABLE TO TAKE THE NEXT STEP OF HIS CHARACTER GROWTH.

[kettlefire]

A Panic in Time (DP x DC)

This is all thanks to the awesome @tkiesai for basically being the foundation of this idea! This is probably going to be long, and probably won't delve that deep into my ideas about this idea. Largely so it's not insanely long. But here I go!

°•°•°•°

Bruce's head felt like it had been shoved through a straw and spit out on the other side. The throbbing was annoying, but it wasn't anything the man couldn't handle.

His mind was muddled, memories of what happened prior to him awaking was blurry and unsure. Bruce knew it wasn't something good.

He vaguely remembered a league meeting, a threat, something looming. It wasn't world ending, or at least that's what Bruce remembered. It should have been something they could handle.

But now, here was Bruce. Waking up in the grass of some random park. He was dressed in casual attire, something he'd wear in public as Bruce. Although last he remembered he was in the Batsuit.

The sun felt too bright in the sky. The sound of families filled the air and children's laughter. No one seemed to blink twice at Bruce as he pulled himself together.

It took a moment to steel himself, to gain composer again. It took a few sweet lines, and a charming smile for a nice mother to slide him a few painkillers. The lies rolling off his tongue like second nature.

To his luck there was a newspaper at the top of the trashcan. He was in some town called Amity Park, and the year... the year was the problem.

It was 1996. Whatever had happened had sent Bruce back in time. There was a few suspects Bruce can think were the cause of this. But something in his gut kept drawing his train of thought to the Flash.

It seemed like each time the League had any time related problems, Barry was in the center of it. Which also leaves Bruce with the question if he was the only one sent back in time.

God, he could only imagine the nightmare if the others were sent back in time. Yes, they can be professional. They understand the risk of changing things in the past.

But Bruce also understands that his team can be less than... intelligent at times.

Despite that, Bruce needed to find a way to get back to Gotham. He might not know for sure where everyone was right now, but he knew Alfred was the safest bet.

A plan laid out in Bruce's mind, a list of people he knew wouldn't be a risk to approach. He just needed to find a way to get to them. He had barely made it to the gates of the park before a shrill cry pierced the air.

There was just one loud outcry, before it quieted down. Bruce glance around the space, spotting a young boy curled on the ground. Tears streamed down the boy's chubby cheeks.

And no one even moved to the boy's aid. Not a single mother spared more than one glance in the kid's directions. No parents came rushing over to the boy's side.

Bruce almost walked away, he really did. This wasn't his time, anything he does can cause immense damage to the timeline. But when Bruce caught sight of blood bubbling from a scrape on the boy's knee, Bruce couldn't ignore him.

Maybe it's just the father in him, but Bruce barely even notices when he's crossing the small distance. His mind zeroing in on a hurt child that needed help. Kneeling before the small boy with a gentle smile, and pulling his handkerchief free from his pocket.

"You're alright there, buddy. It looks like you took a bit of a tumble there." Bruce slipped into the same tone he used to use when his kids were young. Gentle and understanding, as he pressed the handkerchief to the small scrape.

The boy sniffled, tears slipping from his eyes. Bruce was more focused on the way the kid was looking at him. Like he couldn't fathom someone coming to his aid.

That look had Bruce's heart breaking slightly. He's seen a similar look before. The few times he's come to the aid of a hurt child that wasn't used to getting help.

Something no child should ever feel or experience.

"Where's your parents, kiddo?" Bruce asked after a moment of silence from the boy. He had waited until the kid's breathing settled down when the boy's chest stopped pumping so quickly.

Except his question only seemed to bring a new wave of tears to the boy's eyes. The small child just seemed to curl into himself further, ducking his gaze away from Bruce.

And as much as Bruce didn't want it to be true, it was clear the kid didn't have the support he needed. It might not as be as far as some of Bruce's kids have had in the past.

But it was clearly not good.

"That's okay, it's alright. What's your name?" Bruce tried again. The boy's silence was leaving an uncomfortable pit in Bruce's stomach.

"D-Danny..." The boy spoke out his name between sniffles, and Bruce felt a wave of relief hearing the boy speak.

In hindsight, Bruce can see how strange the scene might look. A slightly disheveled man comforting a lone young boy in a park. It wasn't exactly perfect.

But with the lack of reactions from the parents around, Bruce had a feeling the town had an idea who this boy was. The whole situation just didn't feel that right for him.

It took a few more comments before Bruce managed to get the boy to crack a smile. A laugh had felt like breaking a massive wall.

Before long, Bruce had Danny actually like any other boy he's known. Carefree and happy, just like a child should be.

"You didn't tell me your name, mister." Danny had suddenly cut down the relaxed moment they were in. A pout laced the boy's lips as he looked up at Bruce, almost accusatory.

"I'm Bruce. Bruce Wayne." Bruce responded without missing a beat. He knew this might cause problems in the future. He wasn't supposed to be here.

But when his gut is telling him something, he can't just ignore it. He checked his pockets, finding no business cards anywhere. So, Bruce fell back in plan B.

"No matter how long it's been from now, you can come to me for help. Just look for Bruce Wayne in Gotham City, and when you find me... just say Fairbanks sent you."

Bruce wasn't sure if he'll ever see Danny again when he goes back to his own time. Wasn't even sure if this was the same universe as his own. But he couldn't walk away without at least offering the boy help in some way.

When Danny's eyes filled up with tears again, Bruce thought he said something wrong at first. That was until the boy was suddenly clinging to his shoulders in a tight embrace, muttering 'thank you' over and over again.

Bruce felt himself almost close to tears just from that alone. His heart was aching for the small boy. Even if Bruce couldn't help Danny anymore than this, he was hoping the boy would have a better life.

One where he wasn't clinging to a stranger for comfort that family should be providing him.

THWAMP

It didn't hurt, but it did cut their hug short as Bruce suddenly pulled away. Turning his head to see a young girl wielding a wiffle bat, and another young boy standing behind her.

Her purple eyes glared at Bruce like he had done the worst thing in the world. Her grip on the bat was threatening and ready to swing again. Her knuckles white from the tight grip alone.

Maybe leaving this time era might not be as easy as Bruce thought as the young girl probbed him with angry and scolding questions. Not that Bruce could blame her.

He just hoped this hiccup didn't get back to the league. They'd have a field day hearing about how Batman got scolded by a child with a wiffle bat.

°•°•°•°•°•°

Danny wasn't sure if this was the best idea. It's been years since he met Bruce Wayne. So many years. Danny had just been a kid, not even ten, when Bruce had introduced himself.

When he had an adult, actually check in on him. Yet, it was a memory Danny couldn't forget. Maybe it was just the kindness that Bruce radiated.

Or maybe it was when Sam came to his "rescue" near the end. Regardless, it was cemented in his mind. A core memory that Danny cared with him through the years.

Now, here he was, roughly seven years later. Standing in front of a manor that put even Sam's place to shame.

It took a lot of courage for Danny to knock. Barely a second later, an old man answered the door, an accent Danny was certain Bruce hadn't had.

A stuttered explaination of being here to see Bruce Wayne, that the man knew him, barely left Danny's mouth before the old man ushered him inside.

The man, Alfred, told Danny to wait by the door before vanishing further into the manor. It took a lot for Danny to not just vanish.

Being half ghost nowadays had its quirks, Danny could just vanish, and no one but Alfred would know. But he couldn't.

It had taken a lot for Danny to make the journey to Gotham City. He hadn't even thought to look up a current picture of Bruce either. Which was probably a big mistake on his end.

Danny didn't even know if Bruce was offering this kind of help. But Danny didn't have many allies to turn to. He needed help.

Not just for himself but for his family. For Amity Park. He couldn't be afforded the ability to run away. Not now.

Danny felt all the air leave his lungs when Bruce entered the area. The man didn't look a day older than what Danny remembered. Bruce looked a bit more put together, not like he had just jumped out of a moving car, but it was Bruce.

"Uhm... I don't know if you remember me. But my name's Danny... we met when I was a kid." Danny started trying to explain himself before Bruce could speak. He recognized that confused look anywhere, and Danny didn't have the guts to go through with this if Bruce asked any questions.

"You told me if I ever needed help, to come find you. Bruce Wayne in Gotham City... you, uh, told me to tell you Fairbanks sent me?"

That came out more like a question than Danny would have liked. But it did ease his nerves a bit as he watched Bruce's slightly confused expression turn to alarm and surprise.

Danny wasn't sure what this would do. If Bruce could truly help him. But he was out of options. Just seeing Bruce recognize something he said was enough to calm the teen's anxiety slightly.

"I'm sorry, Danny... I don't remember you. But I believe you and I want to help you. Come inside, have a seat, and tell me what's going on."

That response was enough to have Danny's eyes fill with tears. His chest filling with a sense of hope he hadn't felt in weeks now.

Maybe, just maybe, everything would be okay.

[du-sailarar-nerilia]

Have you ever thought about what life must be as an elf? To have all your basic needs met and having literally all the time in the world as you are an immortal being. At that point picking up a time-consuming hobby must become a necessity just to keep yourself from going insane

Something something behavioral sink and Calhoun Rat Utopia Experiment

[deiaiko]

#27.2 Shinsu contest

Horyang assessed the room quietly.

"Ah, this is boring." The annoying brat giggled. "I thought there'd be something special on the twentieth floor, but this is just a game for kids. This level is so lame. Are there only losers here?"

Horyang stole a glance at Goseng –her name was written on the scoreboard, not making it in the top eight. He noticed how she hugged herself tighter when the brat said that, and he felt his blood boil in her stead.

"Why don't we play a game?"

"Why not. But what game?"

"Well. For whoever comes in first. Um…let's see…" The brat turned to his girl, "Right." 

The girl looked uncomfortable. "...What?!"

"I'll give my Yeon."

"W-what do you mean?!"

"S-sir, that's…"

"I may owe you some money, but you're going too far!" 

Ah, so they were only bound by money, Horyang thought.

Honestly, he had no intention to stand up for the girl. Their problems were theirs alone to solve. But they were clearly making Goseng and everyone else uncomfortable with their banter, and he wanted to do something about it. 

Horyang waited until it was his turn so he wouldn't disturb the test. And when the time came, he stood up, easily drawing everyone's eyes. Then to make his point, he glared at the annoying brat as he passed him by. "Can't you be quiet?" 

The cocky brat didn't give him much of a reaction though, despite Horyang towering over him and trying to appear threatening.

Horyang deepened his frown. "Don't you get that you're making others uncomfortable?"

"Do you want me to care about regulars who are about to fail?" The brat glared back. "Don't ruin my day. Run off now, before I beat you up."

The nerve… Horyang pressed his lips together. Let's not get too worked up. He's not worth it. Horyang stomped away and muttered, "Brat."

"What?!"

Horyang stood in front of the punching machine, circulating the devil's power into his fist and felt as it morphed his right arm. "Sooner or later, you're going to fail, too." And he hit the punching bag with all his might, letting out his annoyance over that brat.

The machine rolled his number, and he wasn't surprised to see that his name was written as the first in rank. Six thousand three hundred and fifty huh…not bad.

As Horyang made his way back to sit, he passed by the brat again. "Your mom never taught you manners, huh?"

The brat still had the nerve to laugh. "...You're better than I expected. This won't be as boring as I thought." He flicked his fingers and the big guy beside him cracked his knuckles.

"Hey, pal. Have you ever seen the devil?"

Horyang didn't have time to mask his surprise. What?

"I'll show you." He passed him by and stood on the stage. His right hand began to transform, rigid and snappy. It was as if his bones were broken down so new ones could grow in.

Horyang wasn't expecting that there would be another person that was made to be an ignition weapon other than him and Cassano. And as if the transformation wasn't surprising enough, the guy –his name was written as Robdevil– scored almost twice higher than him.

The brat got even more cocky after that, so Horyang decided he'd just watch from the sidelines rather than wasting his energy to deal with someone like him.

The girl was next. And even though she tripped, her score was twice higher than Robdevil. So that's the power from a great family, huh.

That brat, however, was able to score three thousand more points than her. Is he actually that strong? Or is the machine broken? Horyang began to doubt.

The guy in black with the ponytail stood up from beside him, it seemed like he was the last on the queue. He strode to the stage, ignoring the brat who was still so full of himself.

Foil head –his name was Akraptor, Horyang tried to remember– cackled. It piqued Horyang's interest.

"Hey baldy, what's so funny?" The brat glared.

"Everything. You're all losers and you don't even know it."

"What?"

Akraptor pointed with his chin. "Look at him, he's the strongest regular here."

Horyang followed his gaze, noticing how the guy was equipping a black cotton mask over his nose and mouth, hiding his expression from view. He walked up to the stage and stood in front of the machine.

Calmly, he placed his palm in front of the gauger board and–

BOOM!

–a loud explosion shook the room.

After the smoke dissipated, Horyang saw that the stage wall was destroyed. The board beeped as it registered the score, and Horyang felt a chill on his skin.

The numbers reached seven digits, compared to the five digits that the brat had scored beforehand.

Damn, what a monstrous power!

Horyang spared a quick glance at Akraptor since his claim turned out to be true, and found out he also looked very shocked. Horyang would be wrong if he were to think that his pale skin couldn't be paler.

'Grace' was written as his name. Horyang would surely remember that. He was undoubtedly the strongest regular in the room.

Everyone parted ways when Grace walked back, even the administrator was glaring at him.

"The test is over now. All the regulars, please step forward." The administrator quickly announced. "First place, Grace. Please come up here."

Horyang heard a sob coming from his left. It was from the blonde guy– Wangnan, he recalled.

"Get it together. Stop crying." Goseng scolded him, though whispering.

"I'm not…crying." He said between hiccups.

"You're making Miseng cry…"

Wangnan sniffled.

True to her statement, Miseng cried along. It only made Wangnan cry harder, and so was Miseng.

Goseng eventually gave up, and it pained Horyang to see her sad. But he didn't know what to do, how to comfort someone. He could only stand there, watching her helplessly. The thought of passing the test without her also made his heart ache, but there was nothing he could do but to move on.

"Ok, now. Grace, what you should do…is…" The administrator paused, his gaze befall everyone in the room. Horyang got a bad feeling about this. "...choose seven teammates to take the test with."

Horyang blinked, and then the realization dawned. The whole room roared in unison. "What?!"

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[heteromerous-rhyming]

i think that i've figured out why i don't like show sally.

ok like don't get me wrong, virginia kull?? she ATE with that interpretation. her acting?? amazing. like i could truly get the core of her character.

it's just that i don't like the character the writers give us.

cw: discussion of abusive relationships, of toxic family dynamics, probably a good bit of generational trauma. I don't really get into details except with stuff shown on the show and written in the books but i wanted to be safe.

as someone from an immigrant household, as someone whose mom works a part time minimum wage job, as someone whose seen and been there as my parents fought, i just really really dislike sally's portrayal in the show. and it's partly because of poseidon and partly because of gabe (mostly because of her character in general but yeah, lets get the men out of the way first)

I feel strongly about poseidon in his relationship to sally very specifically. i don't mind his relationship to percy either books or show. but it's pretty damn clear to me that this show was written by someone who's never experienced sally's situation, of being the single working parent with an absentee partner (or in gabe's case a partner who literally ahHHHHHh). because from the beginning, from sally's reaction and snark to gabe, I felt like something was wrong or off, and it was Specifically the show because i read the books and i watched (some) of the musical and i never felt that way towards either of those. i'm not saying that my family situation is sally's (don't have a god for a father for one), but. by all accounts sally knows that this is an abusive relationship, the only reason that she's with gabe is because of the protection he offers percy. i have to assume that this is true because sally jackson turning gabe to stone is something i'm assuming is staying in the show, and i remember this being mentioned by grover? or someone in the first few episodes. and the cord that struck in me was not the traditional (that is, visible, defined, i don't like this word but i don't have a better one) abusive relationship but relationships in my community, of women staying with husbands because of their children, women outright saying this, women who know the world is cruel to single women and to single mothers specifically. sally, to me has never been under any illusions that gabe is any sort of relationship material. she has never been under any illusions that poseidon would be able to help in any way.

and that crux of sally's relationships made her first scene in the show all that more jarring. but it's not anything specifically that i can put a finger on. and maybe i'm wrong for this or maybe i'm expecting too much. but. sally doesn't have the resentment or the quietness or the bitterness or even the loudness that i expected. you have been the only true caretaker for your child, the only one in the house that really puts food on the table and on top of that is expected to do emotional labor? to cook and clean or at least pick up the food?

but she treats gabe like he's an annoyance. someone to brush off. and you see the manipulation tactics from gabe, you do, but.

its not that i want sally's spirit to be crushed. my mother's spirit wasn't crushed. the women in my community, they laugh, they cry, they watch silly tv shows, they have lives that they live, and in many cases they live well.

but the women that i know are also angry. they are either on fire or they used to burn. when they banter with their partners it often turns ugly because they are tired of the same damn argument day after day, because often the trivial things that are asked are compounded and compounded and compounded because you live in the same house, there is no escape, there is no private space, not really.

it's new york and sally works a job to support an apartment and her family. they are not well-off. sally has no support network we can see, and how could she? poseidon mentions that she has no one to talk to about these things, her parents are clearly out of the picture. all this to say. there is a certain understanding of class that exists within the books that was excised, i believe unknowingly, from the show, and it is the worse for it. there is a tiredness, a worn-down-ness from being low income that sally had in the books, but in the show i only see a struggling first time single parent. i don't see the complexity of a woman who literally gave up on finding a fulfilling relationship to be with a man for her child. i don't see the complexity of a woman working fulltime and still getting demanded from at home. and i didn't realize that I wanted to see that until I saw the show. i didn't realize that that was what i loved about the books.

i hate that they tried to bring poseidon back into sally's life as this perfect man who through cosmic forces can't help. i hate that sally calls him, i hate that he says he'll listen. but most of all i hate that sally just accepts him, falls into him. it's really hard to be a mother when your partner doesn't seem to help you parent in any way, even if he cannot help you. he's a greek god, there's no way in hell that he can begin to understand the lengths that sally has gone through to sacrifice and survive, the very human things that she's done. sally in the books thinks of poseidon as a sweet memory, almost a fairytale, and it's clear that this story is the one that brings her comfort. poseidon is a one night stand, a sweet stranger, she understands he's not coming back. but this poseidon comes when sally calls, and that i cannot believe. i cannot believe that she still thinks of him as the fairytale man, that she accepts him so easily if there isn't that distance. i cannot believe that there is no resentment, that she still puts faith in him as her god (the first episode when she talks about him just felt so wrong to me) if he's not a memory, but a recurring figure. this is not a story of star-crossed lovers, sally feels too real as a human being for that.

sally finds trust, finds contentment, in the books after percy leaves home, after she no longer has to put up with gabe for his safety. she does not find poseidon again. she marries a human man, a very ordinary human man who cares for her. poseidon visits after she is in this relationship and its an amicable one. he is percy's father but also distant memory all in one. sally has the strength to survive a terrible relationship and still find a way to heal and live fully after that.

but the anger. the fire was there. she turned gabe to stone. she reclaimed her life with her two hands.

you don't kill a man for no reason. you don't kill a man without emotion.

but it's that reason and that emotion that i don't get from the writer's room. and it just makes me deeply sad.

[ilikerosesalot]

Honestly out of all the things I am not surprised that pure vanilla to play a role into me returning back to cookie run. I was always fond of that cookie even before I knew of his lore

....I just didn't expect my return would happen through him getting his own toxic yaoi ship, is all.

[maya-chirps]

There's gotta be some piece about how the fandomization of the conclave has affected the initial response the public had about the cardinals and the new pope or something like how people did treat the conclave was strange and like I get it was spillover from the conclave 2024 fandom, it's still odd to me in hindsight and heck even right now

[justworthlessreblogs]

more riochika swap au stuff because i can't stop brainrotting over it

pekorin lives with rio. he pretends she's a dog

genichirou: what've you got there, pikario? rio (who has just gotten back from his first fight as a precure), looking at the sweets pact he's got in one hand and the weird dog creature in his other, trying to figure out which one is easier to explain: uh. a dog. i found her on the side of the road can we keep her

you know, i'm not sure if the mountain attack ever happens. it was the fairies who did it in canon and i don't think ichika would be willing to go that far. maybe another general attacks it after waffle debuts instead

ichika is still a full member of the kirapati from the very beginning despite her villain status

also despite being a villain ichika is still the glue that holds the group together. before she joined their friend group the precures' dynamic was "two social anxious weirdos (rio and himari) and one slightly more normal person (aoi) who have started hanging out together but don't know each other very well yet" but she turns it into an actual, genuine friendship

since episode 18 doesn't have to be set aside for bibury's debut, it's instead where akiyuka debut. the kirapati is down 2 staff members after 17 (one [ichika] has run away to noir's hell dimension and probably won't come back and the other [rio] has refused to come out of his room for the past few days except for school) and aoihima have quickly realized it's very hard to run a business with 2 middle schoolers, a toddler, and a ghost. so they hold a hiring session. akiyuka are the lucky winners

i do like bibury's rumors thing that she does in 18, so it probably does still happen but idk where

yukari catches on pretty quickly that there's Something going on at her new place of employment. she ends up figuring out that her coworkers (aside from akira) are the precure pretty fast. akira is told later on because they get sick of having to hide pekorin and chourou from her

ichika is still the kirapati's manager. after she runs off yukari takes over, but gives it back to her after ichika becomes a precure and rejoins the group

post-redemption ichika's arc is about making amends with ciel & rio and also learning to be healthier about expressing her negative emotions

this is because her refusal to express her negative emotions is part of what made her a good target for noir, since she never seemed to be affected by kirarin not responding to her letters the other fairies never asked how she was feeling, and noir was able to use that as a point in his "here's why nobody else cares about you" list

ciel's arc is about making amends with ichika and learning to be more appreciative of the people in her life

aside from being the main star of mon tresor ciel has a youtube (curetube?) channel on the side where she does baking videos. this is how rio found out about her (she has a great video on tips for waffle-making)

i'm thinking cure pekorin might actually be able to work in this au since she's a lot more prominent in general. however it depends on if the elisio twist goes through or not

kirapika unfortunately do not hit it off the first time they meet. this is because ciel, who has not had her character development yet, insults the kirapati's sweets (she calls them basic and somewhat boring) in front of the trio. rio obviously doesn't take this well. the ichiciel friendly competition in canon is replaced by rio genuinely trying to outdo ciel. aoihima begin to realize that their plan to get rio out of the house might've worked too well, because he's back at the kirapati, sure, but now he's fueled by spite and that might be worse. the kirapika relationship gets better over time

[thegayestaddams]

Okay so like… hypothetically… if i were to write a byler x hadestown/orpheus and eurydice fic, how interested would y’all be? I feel like it could be cute and i do wanna write it eventually. Buttttt i have a lot going on and i dont wanna write it for a nonexistent audience

[gojoest]

satoru getting hard every time you breastfeed your little ones calling them “you lucky bastards” is canon to me

[angelonhelios]

parentified angel trying (and failing) to take care of wilhelm in the same way that she's been made to help jack. hello. is this thing on.

[rhonissancee]

Thinking about....oc with anterograde amnesia x oc with hyperthymesia......mm