The degree to which i see some people bend over backwards to excuse or justify or change or solve Geto’s character is honestly astounding. Just own it up. This man commited atrocities enough for a death sentence. Accept it. Its fine it adds flavour.
The phrase “there arent good or bad people, just the choices they make” is right HERE. Geto and Gojo have a great dichotomy and a big part of it is the fact that in person Geto is the good guy and Gojo is the unbearable asshole. In contrast to that, Gojo is one making the typically “good” choices ant Geto makes “evil” choices. Gojo will save you but will piss you off in the process. Geto will kill you with the kindest smile on his face. I sure hope we dont need to have a conversation on why genocide is a bad thing
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and i know I've kissed you before but i didn't do it right
can I try again, try again, try again?
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I have a bunch of assessments due so I'm procrastinating by looking at your art again 😭😭😭. Could I perhaps request some silly school pegoryu? 🙏💕
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meta knight is the character ever. he got to wish for literally anything he wanted and he wished to fight against the strongest warrior in the galaxy, he has zero communication skills, he didn't like how everyone lazes around all day so he decided to overthrow the government and failed, his ship has his face plastered on the front for no reason, he decided to go down with said ship, he has a strict moral code but is willing to throw hands with an 8 year with no hesitation, he keeps getting his ass kicked by said 8 year old, he has a sweet tooth and feels the need to hide it even though literally everyone around him loves sweets. he's punched jk rowling in the face
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till's first reaction to a wilting flower is to cheer it on, to keep it living. he feels so deeply for little things such as artificial flowers that he actively defends them when they are being crushed or mistreated, and kneels down to whisper encouragement as one nears the end of its life.
how often would ivan revisit that memory? the way till valued the life of these inorganic flowers, the way a single wilted bloom captures his attention and brings him to his knees in order to tend to it. when the time came, he might have hoped till would do it for him, too.
ivan and that flower were no different. beings bereft of emotion given feeling by the same sensitive boy, one who animated anything within his attention, unknowingly breathing life into blank vessels.
cheer up, till said, and suddenly the flower was brought to life, was personified by his encouragement. appealing to the emotions of a mere flower, assigning it a heart and a soul capable enough of receiving his words, believing it human enough to listen. through this display ivan was brought to life, too. mimicking till's words, thoughtful repetition, parsing through the layers and trying to understand the purpose, the meaning. cheer up, stay strong. this is must be what it's like to feel. heart seeping into actions, taking responsibility for the suffering of another.
ivan and that flower were no different. bodies weak and bent, blood-red. till over them, the same boy who brought them life watching as it trickles out. till kneels for the flower, but is motionless for ivan.
oh. maybe they were different after all.
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some signs from richas tonight<3
at the football field! read from right to left!
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