Fiona and Cake spoilers seriously
(Something I noticed abt Betty and Simons relationship)
I love Betty and Simon’s relationship, I think their back story is so cute and romantic and all that lovely stuff don’t get me wrong.
But there’s this under tone of Betty constantly giving things up for Simon and we don’t really talk about it a lot???
Like, Betty let Simon have his moment with the artifact and the pubic, she also doesn’t go to her trip in favor of going on an expedition with Simon. Then when she goes to leave again she stays for Simon.
Even Fiona is like “you went with her on the bus?” And Simon just looks all confused like “what? No, why would I do that?” Like- hello???
Then after that she gave up her entire life and mind to get Simon back to the point where she literally says “I don’t know who I am without him anymore.” And that just sucks! Since the beginning Betty has been the one giving up the most, her mind, her own possible career, and it’s a story of love of course and it’s very sweet but it’s also a story of sacrifice.
Their love wasn’t a perfect solution, it was already sort of imbalanced when it started and I lowkey love how we see those cracks even before they’re together.
Again, I love their relationship and I think it’s sweet. I just think we should talk about Betty’s side more, especially when she tells a story of what most women do in relationships, sacrifice.
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Not someone asking me “if you like Ada why don’t you like aeon?” Babes do you see what’s wrong with that 😭
You can like the characters but not like the ship! Personally I find it toxic from both sides and at the end of the day it just isn’t a healthy one imo but that’s just how I view it and I respect people who do ship them. Like ideally yes I can understand their ship and how it can have angst potential with the “right person, wrong time” theme but I just- why do we need to always associate Ada with Leon? I feel like most people only just care about her as his love interest when she is a very interesting character all on her own
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the first part of my dream was catching up with webtoons but reading one of them transitioned the plot of the dream to a comic and it was about this older professor lady in this academic-medieval-fantasy setting who everybody started to hate because she was right about what the kingdom (?) needed to do but nobody wanted to do it, something about ‘stop focusing on external threats and heroic fantasies, reroute to infrastructure’ and shit, I was working as her assistant and I cannot possibly emphasize how much dream-me was desperate to get with this woman. she said something about how even if she got fired because everybody hated her, she had enough savings to eat dinner alone for the next ten years and dream-me was practically vibrating next to her like (I’LL EAT DINNER WITH YOU FOR THE NEXT TEN YEARS!!!) and when we had to grade the students on. d&d???? she wasn’t familiar with the system and asked for my opinion so I was like. :/ I want you to fail everyone especially the ones who are picking stupid fights with you and pissing me off… BUT it’s actually strategy-based, not outcome-based, so you’re not supposed to pay attention to the luck aspect (dice rolling), you’re supposed to assess how initial strategy takes into account environmental factors as well as how it accounts for enemies/allies, and you’re supposed to assess how they execute it and maybe how they respond/course correct if things go wrong. and the professor was like ‘you’re always so reliable :)’ and I was like (UGH you’re so hot and nice and miserable. can we kiss.)
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The freezing metal against his palms is almost a relief, for once. The uncomfortable sensation draws him out of his thoughts, grounding him back in the real world.
Hours upon hours he had spent silently hoping, begging anything out there that might listen to let his brother still be alive.
Now, Crosshair almost wishes that Tech had been killed after all.
He still remembers so viscerally how swiftly his free will had been snatched away from him, before he had even noticed it was gone. As if he were nothing more than a mindless clanker. It’s one thing for it to have happened to him, but the thought of it being forced upon Tech, innocent, infuriatingly selfless Tech - his hands curl into fists, fingernails digging into his palms as he fights off a sudden wave of nausea.
Crosshair’s only hope is that whatever they’ve done to him is stronger than the inhibitor chips were. That if the real Tech is still in there somewhere, he isn’t aware of what’s happening to him. Because if he is, if he knows what he’s being forced to do… it’s worse than any torture that Hemlock could devise.
The tightness in his chest is growing again. He swallows, pushing past the constriction to force himself to speak. “Omega?”
The little girl shows no sign that she’s even heard him. She hasn’t moved from her curled-up position since the door sealed behind them - arms locked around her knees, frozen to the spot except for the trembling of her shoulders.
There’s a part of him that wants nothing more than to retreat back into his own shell, to shut Omega out along with the rest of the world, and yet he can’t. Something about the way her breath hitches with barely stifled sobs twists his gut into knots.
“Omega,” he hisses, leaning forward to give her shoulder a wary nudge.
There’s silence, before Omega finally unfurls herself. For a moment, she just gazes up at him, despairing eyes glistening with tears. And then, she surges forward, flinging her arms around his neck with a sudden reckless abandon.
It takes a lot to surprise Crosshair, but that certainly does the trick. He stiffens, his arms automatically straightening in front of him - just short of touching Omega. She’s crying properly now, burying her face in his shoulder as she sobs.
Should he say something? What is there to say? He knows better than to lie, to assure that everything will be alright. What’s the point in telling her something that both of them know not to be true?
Hunter would know what to do, they all would, but he’s not like them. He’s a ticking time bomb, a fractured, savage beast held together by fraying threads.
And yet he’s all that she has left.
There’s nothing that he can do for his brother, not now. But there might be something he can do for Omega.
Tentatively, he wraps an arm around her back, holding her closer against him. The other hand mechanically combs through her curls, a wooden attempt at replicating the way Hunter used to soothe him.
Whatever he’s doing, it seems to be working. Gradually, Omega’s breathing slows, her sobs fading to dejected sniffles. She makes no move to raise her head from his shoulder, still clinging on tight to him.
Crosshair is her only anchor in the storm, now. Him, the last person in the galaxy she should trust to keep her safe.
And yet, for some unfathomable reason, she does.
Promises can be dangerous things, especially ones that have no guarantee of being kept. Crosshair knows that all too well.
But danger has never put him off before, has it?
The promise that he makes to himself in that moment is a silent one. It doesn’t change the fact that they’re still imprisoned in a cell with no conceivable way of escaping, or that all it takes is one word to make him disappear, or that his own brother is one of the ones keeping him trapped as a lab rat.
All the same, something seems to shift inside him. The pain hasn’t gone away, but now there’s something else alongside it. A fire that died long ago, and is only just starting to glimmer back to life.
It’s him that got Omega into this hellhole in the first place, and it’s going to be him that gets her out of here alive. And after he does, nothing is ever going to hurt her again.
Whatever it takes.
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