Thing about just clicking with someone and not having to put in the work is finding not making and those relationships - whatever form they take rarely last or manage to develop past a surface level.
Buck is such an all in or nothing kind of person that has had to fight for pretty much everything (when it comes to relationships of any form) he just cant comprehend that other people experience various levels of friendships or relationships more widely.
We see it in his training of Ravi, it comes out in his father son reltionship with Bobby, it’s part of the underlying reason the lawsuit happened and stems from his childhood abandonment issues. We even saw it in the other sneak peek where he’s with Tommy - he’s trying so so hard to make a friend that he comes across as slightly intense and focused. And while the worthwhile people will stay (the fire fam, his sister, Eddie) those who can’t take that level of focus will pretty quickly drop away, Abby and Ali are prime examples of this and even Taylor to a certain extent - she just didn’t care enough to be bothered by it.
It’s one of the reasons he’s oblivious to the fact his relationship with Eddie is different on multiple levels and it’s part of what makes Buck so interesting and why so many of us think he’s neurodivergent.
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The more time I sink into andromeda, the more I suspect the biggest reason it ultimately failed commercially was because of the massive tonal shift I've already mentioned, and how there was probably a pretty big chunk of original trilogy players who simply no longer fit as a demographic, while the game failed to reach the people who might’ve enjoyed it.
The original trilogy, much as I love it, feels a little bit like a wishfulfillment power fantasy for a very obvious demographic. Almost all women are overtly sexy in design and the f/f relationship in the first game seems to be written along the guidelines of 'what would a straight man find hot'; you play as someone cool and confident and powerful, the most specialest human ever, and maybe you aren’t always respected but YOU and the NARRATIVE always know you're right and you get to be rude to and sometimes punch/murder people who disagree with you so it’s fine. The game then salvages all this by means of genuinely well-written characters and arcs, really cool sci-fi tech and lore, a fantastic story, and meaningful and hard-hitting choices and consequences (which also allow and often encourage you to steer away from that exact macho ideal).
Enter andromeda. Instead of being a super powerful supersoldier from the start, you're the kid of one. You barely know what you're doing. Everyone doubts you, including yourself. You don’t get the assuredness of knowing you are Right and Cool that you have as Shepard. You don’t demand that same respect. And I'm sure there are a lot of people who hated that.
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don’t mind me I’m just busy having Feelings over the scene in the Moon Knight tv series where Marc meets the avatars/gods for the first time.
words can’t describe how distressed I got when Harrow showed up and started speaking, dripping poison into the words “he is unwell” with a tint of false concern, just the right amount condescension, and a spoonful of pity
thinking about how from that moment Marc (and the whole system) was disregarded as unreliable despite the fact that the situation had nothing to do with their DID. thinking about how the avatars and their gods stopped listening to him.
thinking about how the moment someone is neurodivergent, or disabled, or different in any way that isn’t palatable, that’s “scary”, they stop being worth listening to
not a person, just something to disregard, lock away, or pity.
And how Harrow got away with it, how he was able to frame himself as the caring “good guy” for revealing this incredibly personal piece of information to a group of people who had no business knowing it, effectively silencing someone who desperately needed to speak. For his own gain.
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i needed a reason to hound your inbox. let’s talk about accidental pregnancy with shota. i’ve been waiting for this day🫡
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you swallowed thickly as you stared down at the plastic stick in your hands, waiting patiently for the blinking squares to finally settle and give you an answer. the problem at hand was the fact you weren’t sure what you wanted that answer to be. on one end, shota was wonderful as a father, firm and loving, thoughtful, protective. he showed that daily with the way he took care of eri as if she had came from him. you’d watch him get up every morning to brush her hair, to help her pick out her school clothes, to help her brush her teeth. with everything the girl had been through, she was more than bubbly now thanks to shota’s influence. in fact, you could hear them now just outside the bathroom door, eri bartering with the older man to wear her christmas sweater even though it was the end of january.
“but it lights up, please!”
“fine, if you have to.”
he was sweet on her, quick to give in to her bright smile even if it was missing a few teeth. but, you didn’t know how he’d react to this, if it were true. you two hadn’t wanted your own children, or better yet, you both just mutually decided not to. you had been certain, set on the idea, but something about how he took care of her, that soft tone of voice he took when he was in father mode, it made your heart ache. it looked good on him, being a dad. and to be fair, you thought about it a little too much every time you started to ovulate, your body liking that title on him a little more than usual, making you lock your ankles behind him and hold him close when you were intimate. it made you beg him to knock you up, pump you full, but it was all talk, usually. it was just a selfish little fantasy, and it felt good when he came inside, let your mind wander to what could come of it.
but now, with the pregnancy test held between your fingers reading ‘pregnant’ it was becoming a little too real. you inhaled a shuddering breath, plopping down on the closed toilet seat. it was stupid, but you felt your eyes watering with hot tears, a lump in your throat making it hard to breathe evenly. and when a steady knock hit the door, you could barely dry your eyes before the man was peeking his head inside. a frown formed on his face at the sight of you, instantly moving him towards you without a second thought.
“hey- hey what’s wrong?” he was kneeling before you easily, hands falling to rest on your knees and that’s when he saw it.
your fingers trembled around the test, your bottom lip wobbling as his expression went from worry to hesitation as he caught sight of the stick.
“wh-what does it say?” his tone is unreadable, but gentle all the same as his thumb stroked at your skin.
“it’s positive..,” that verbal confirmation was enough to get you to give a real sob now, “i’m sorry sho’, i know we had said we weren’t going to-“
he clasped both hands over your own, “my love, what are you sorry for?”
“i wanted it to be positive. i thought i didn’t but i did..and now that it is…i just don’t want to be selfish. i know what we had decided-“
a soft smile met his lips as he rose to his knees, pulling you up with him and into his arms, “nothing to be sorry about, doll.”
you nuzzled your face into his chest before wrapping your arms around his middle, a bit of calm falling over you. he kissed the top of your head, his hands running along your back.
“if i really was against the idea, i wouldn’t be so careless, y’know. i guess i was a bit selfish myself.”
“how so?”
“i think about how pretty you’d look swollen and round, more than i should…” his voice had taken a timid, hushed tone, “carrying my child…glowing and tired, whiney.”
you were still sniffling but you let his words embrace you, “you promise you don’t mind?”
“i’d give you any and everything. i love you more than words could really express. i think the world would be better with more of you in it. i promise, i don’t mind a bit.”
okie bye before i go on and on
it’s so targeted it hurts JEEZE 😔
thanks starr. 😵💫
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