#what grief does to a mf

[neo-wolfe]

The whole concept for this project was everyone thinks the nautilus is a big monster -> what if Nemo became a big monster through like. The distortion of grief and all

[pixiecaps]

also im gonna go out on a limb here and say it

qslime isn’t an idiot. he knows that isn’t the real flippa. even if its deep deep deep inside. even if he’s actively unconsciously repressing the thought. he knows. he immediately noticed her crack. he immediately takes note of her different walking mannerisms. he immediately sees she isn’t being physically affectionate back and hugging him. he immediately notices the incorrect spelling. but what does he do? “you have a little crack but that’s okay”, “you’re so fast flippa”, “that’s okay we don’t have to” (in reference to the hug), “it’s okay i never taught you how to spell. that’s on me.” he makes excuses. he deludes himself. he more than anybody else on that island knows flippa can spell. but surely its his daughter. i mean it looks like her.. kinda and it kinda acts like her.. and you haven’t seen her in 4 months so it doesn’t matter you’ll take anything at this point. and right there is a perfectly shaped egg with your daughters name and nothing and i mean nothing can take this moment away from you. you have “her” back even if that her is someone who you know with certainty is long gone. even if that person in front of you feels like a poor mimic. at the end of the day you don’t care because you got the thing you cherish the most in the entire world back.

i’ll leave you with this line from qslime

slime: how is this possible flippa? how are you here? … it doesn’t even matter. you don’t even- flippa you genuinely do not have to tell me i’m just so happy you’re here.

[the-meme-monarch]

i do have a question that is bothering me

if gardenview shut down why were the toons left there wouldn’t the owners take them with them or atleast give them somewhere else to stay

PERSONALLYY i don't think theyve been shut down All That Long? like probably notif they still have electricity and food they gotta pay bills and buy food right. like the gardenview building doesn't seem Abandoned abandoned. maybe Arthur and Delilah still have have ownership of the building and were clinging to We Can Fix This we can get back in business And Soon. but also the toons just already Live in that building, we haven't seen all of them but they all presumably have their own bedrooms. there are nearly 30 toons and qwelver has said There Will Be More. so it's kinda a Where Could They Even Go situation

[alex-finechi-is-back]

Also yknow what fucks me up. Longan and lotus used to play the board game Go! Together eons ago before the slumber, it’s canon they used to be atleast the dragon version of best buddies before longan slumbered for eons more.

I wonder if when longan saw hydrangea being so close to lotus dragon, the ivory fuck felt so betrayed to see one of their equals replace them with such a lesser being

[ayrennaranaaldmeri]

ok ok its my fault for being on reddit but r/houseofthedragon rn full of people arguing that demon and his 99% neck lizard have a stronger bond than aegon and sunfyre and it's so fucking frustrating that its entirely condolt's fucking fault that this is even a fucking argument because he thinks the greatest bond between a dragon and his rider to ever go that fucking hard in this universe is pRopaganda and gives dae mon and car ax es more screentime. i'm just so fucking done man. never showed us sunfyre TRULY until it was time for demon jr the anime edgelord to attack him and aegon, never get the fact that sunfyre is literally on aegon's arms, never got the coronation flying, DIDN'T GET ANYTHING UNTIL IT WAS TIME TO FUCK HIM UP FOR THE PLOT.

i wish this mf would get fucking fired before he has a chance to touch these two anymore because I don't think i can handle how he will underplay and butcher the fact that this dragon literally fought tooth and claw with a broken wing to find his way back to his rider.

[americanegg]

The switch up on how Cait treated Vi is CRAZZYYY

[hinderr]

grogu is fine :)

[jennifersbod]

when my brain is like “and you’ll never hear from them again!” about literally everyone i ever talk to

[firelise]

NO NO NO

No

No

[wolfowls]

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[nataliaphantomhivesblog]

It will always stay with me that Joker and Ciel never resented each other, they understood one another too well to even blame each other for how things fell apart. (Confirmed by Yana herself btw.)

Joker and o!Ciel are in a way, to sides of the same coin, both of them sacrifice and strample on others in order to gain the goal they long for.

While Joker resorts to extreme measures, kidnapping children to fulfill Kelvin's demands and, in turn, protect the kids back in the workhouse, o!Ciel similarly crushes lives beneath him in pursuit of his vengeance.

The imagery speaks for itself: the young earl is often portrayed atop a throne of corpses, a chilling symbol of the destruction left in his wake.

And it's quite intresting, that during the main confrontation in book of circus, our earl was cruel to Baron Kelvin (as he mf should!!) yet he refrained from mocking Joker.

As Yana Toboso notes: "However, he didn’t say anything about Joker. He neither called him stupid nor foolish. He just calmly confirmed the facts with him. This is because Joker and his crew were aware of their own foolishness - and so was Ciel. Thus he didn’t say anything that would rub salt into the wound."

I really like that o!Ciel "calmly confirmed the facts with him." especially considering that his first response after Joker admitted he knew what he was doing was wrong was to directly challenge that reasoning. And no, I’m not saying our earl condones the kidnapping of children—but he does understand where Joker’s morality and intentions come from.

Joker doesn’t want to kidnap children; he feels trapped by a toxic sense of duty to repay the Baron’s debt. On top of that, without Kelvin’s financial support, neither the circus nor the workhouse would be able to survive.

In a way, o!Ciel sees a reflection of himself in Joker: someone bound by duty, guilt, and a sense of debt. He too is trapped, only his chains take the form of a contract with Sebastian, forged in the aftermath of unimaginable trauma and fueled by the need for revenge against those who destroyed his family.

And I think it’s clear that, just like Joker, o!Ciel doesn’t necessarily find any thrill in trampling over others. However, unlike Joker, who still clings to a sense of family, emotional bonds, and the illusion of doing the wrong thing for the right reason, o!Ciel has learned to detach himself emotionally.

He justifies cruelty as a necessity, a tool for survival and justice. Where Joker hesitates, burdened by conscience and affection, o!Ciel acts decisively, even ruthlessly, because he’s already accepted that innocence and morality were luxuries stolen from him the moment his world fell apart.

It’s bittersweet how, in his own way, o!Ciel tries to console Joker by telling him not to cry. There’s a quiet kind of empathy in the way he states that the world isn’t kind to anyone. And in that moment, when Joker looks at him with a faint yet sorrowful smile, it’s clear he understands, perhaps better than anyone, that the earl isn’t just talking about him. o!Ciel is speaking from his own tragedy, his own loss.

There’s something so human in the way they mirror each other: both bound by duty, both driven by grief, and both trying to find meaning in a world that’s taken too much from them.

In that small exchange; Joker’s smile, Ciel’s words, they meet not as enemies, but as mearly two people who saw through each other.

They also share a quiet kind of sympathy for one another, as if both recognize the foolishness in the paths they’ve taken. Deep down, they both know that the cost of their choices is far heavier than they’d like to admit.

And that was their last exchange, a softly deafening mutal understanding.

Joker knew about o!Ciel’s past—Baron Kelvin had told him. He was aware of the horrific abuse the boy had endured, of how deeply he’d been dehumanized. Our earl was treated as an object of exploitation by older men, just as Joker and the rest of the circus troupe had been used and abused by Kelvin.

In that shared history of being used, manipulated, and discarded by those in power, there’s a grim reflection. They were both victims of the same cruelty, forced to survive in whatever way they could.

And after eliminating the circus, o!Ciel chooses to visit the orphanage: the very place Joker and the troupe had fought so desperately to protect. Despite everything, he intends to ensure its survival, even planning to secure a sponsor to fund it.

Joker protected his brothers and sisters back in the orphanage while kidnapping children for the baron, feeling extremely guilty in doing so, o!Ciel parallels this by perserving the workhouse in order to ease his guilt for killing Joker and the circus trope.

And when he arrives to the workhouse, well, we know what happens. There orphange was empty, provong Joker's sacrifices futile in the end. In the same way, o!Ciel’s quest for revenge will prove meaningless.

Both their struggles, though driven by pain and hope, lead to hollow victories in a world that keeps taking more than it gives.

It's important to highlight that before o!Ciel spirals into a maniac laughing tangent about how corrupt humanity is, his thought's immedietly flash to both Doll and Joker, two people in the circus trope whom he connected with in different ways.

As he recalls them, he envisions their screams and cries, desperately trying to protect the orphanage that, as we already know, no longer exists. This haunting image fuels his fury and despair, a raw reminder of all that was lost despite their sacrifices.

In that moment, his rage is not just aimed at the world’s cruelty, but also at himself, for failing to save what mattered, for being trapped in a cycle of destruction and vengeance.

The memories of Doll and Joker become ghosts that both torment and motivate him, pushing him deeper into his chaotic spiral while silently mourning the innocence that slipped away.

That loss of innocence is what i still, to this day, believe that o!Ciel's ribbon that got blown away from the wind symbolizes, this also explains why Sebastian, the ever-so-perfect butler, lets his instincts take over and doesn’t even try to catch that single strand of innocence.

As a demon who takes a twisted pleasure in o!Ciel’s suffering, he’d rather see the boy lose that innocence completely than hold onto it.

Besides Yana's commentary on Joker and o!Ciel's quiet connection, I really do like how Yana specifically highlight's that o!Ciel feels incredibly guilty about what went down in the circus. Specifically how the memories of Joker and Doll continue to haunt him and even influence some of his choices.

If he couldn’t sustain Joker’s vision for the workhouse, then taking in one of Joker and Doll’s beloved family members into his household was his way of holding onto something meaningful, an attempt to preserve a connection to the people he feels responsible for.

Also I want to point out how despite o!Ciel's refusal of being called Smile by Joker, stating how "a servant shall not speak to him with such familiarities"

yet...

here is Snake (a servant) reffering to o!Ciel as Smile. And our earl allows him to, and i think this acceptance of the name represents sort of a fresh start for o!Ciel, a way to make some sort of amends with the past.

But even after employing Snake, his past actions continue to mess with him, no matter how tightly he holds his composure, the past keeps finding ways to slip through the cracks.

During the Green witch arc, Joker tourments o!Ciel with the words, "do you want everything to be yours?" forcing him to confront the selfishness and moral ambiguity of his goals.

Joker, even in death, lingers as a voice of guilt and conscience, reminding o!Ciel that the path he walks is paved with sacrifice.

o!Ciel will never seem to let go of the weight of Joker and Doll's deaths, he just continuously represses them as a coping mechanism.

To finish this all up, I just want to say how much I adore the way Joker and Doll (characters who only appear in a single arc) continue to bleed through the cracks of the story, seeping into o!Ciel’s psyche in such a compelling way.

Their presence lingers like a ghost, not just in memory, but in the way they quietly shape his guilt, his choices, and the parts of himself he tries so hard to suppress.

[theevilfishywizard]

Good morning Scary!

(What grief does to a mf)

[countcait]

I've noticed that I disagree with much of the fandom on something...

(All gifs are by arcanegifs)

I don't think that revenge was ever the true motivator for Caitlyn in season 2. I don't doubt that she was experiencing rage and hatred toward Jinx, but I think that the driving force behind every decision she made in acts 1 and 2 was something else: fear.

During that period, the psychotic and wholly unpredictable terrorist that killed Caitlyn's mother was AT LARGE. She was liable to kill any number of other people, and Caitlyn knew that it would be her fault if she was unable to prevent it. Imagine the dread and the guilt and the overwhelming urgency she would have felt.

My own mom passed away from cancer when I was five, something that I was not remotely at fault for, yet I still suffered from crippling irrational guilt for years afterward.

If my mother had been murdered...

If I'd had the chance to prevent her murder, and the murder of several others, but I'd hesitated because someone I trusted begged me not to pull the trigger...

If every second after the fact was a potential second that the murderer could kill again...

If I'd suddenly found myself filling my mother's shoes and leading a city full of shifty oligarchs trying to manipulate me for their own gain...

If I was made into the face of justice for the murder victims... If the whole city was tapping their watches waiting for me to take the killer down...

I think I would liquify. My skeleton would give up and I'd be a jelly pile.

Incredibly, Cait was able to hide her panic behind a veneer of cool authority save for a few intense outbursts.

I think that Cait's emotionally repressed nature is part of why some people in the fandom so badly misinterpret her character. Maybe on a surface level, it's easy to read S2 Cait as a brooding vengeful bounty hunter archetype. A lot of people refer to Caitlyn's persuit of Jinx as being a "personal vendetta" and argue that Caitlyn's military presence in Zaun was done for purely selfish reasons.

But to me it's clear that Caitlyn was always trying to act in the interest of minimizing harm and avoiding casualties, even if some of her choices were misguided. Her strike team wasn't a way to personalize the takedown of the chem barons, it was conceived as an alternative to the deadly ground invasion that the council was planning.

Caitlyn was always scared that more people would die due to her inaction, that includes Piltovans and Zaunites.

If vengance had been Caitlyn's motivator, then she would have killed Jinx the moment that she surrendered at the commune. Instead, she was willing to entertain the idea that Jinx might no longer be a threat.

Caitlyn wasn't interested in killing a non-violent person. If Jinx was no longer dangerous, then her manhunt was done. Revenge was never her goal.

The last two times that Vi begged for Caitlyn to spare Jinx, all hell broke loose. Yet Caitlyn decided to respond to that one-two-punch PTSD trigger with a profound show of love. She was willing to let Vi free her mother's murderer, knowing that she'd likely never see either of them again. She thought it was worth it if it gave Vi the potential for happiness.

This is to say, Caitlyn's emotional intelligence is fucking legendary. She understandably harbored vengeful feelings toward Jinx, but she never let those emotions take control, and she was willing to give up her own chance at closure for the sake of someone else.

The fact that the weight of fear and responsibility deformed her for a period is no surprise. Desperation and urgency will drive a person to do all kinds of things, and Cait had a mountain of guilt and grief on top of that.

P.S. sorry for getting uncomfortably personal on a fandom sideblog, but my mom's on my mind given what day it is. I never would have thought that the league of legends cartoon would have me catching dead mother catharsis, but that's what uncommonly good TV writing does to a mf.

[bellewintersroe]

Okay this is part 2 from this anon request, which one of my lovely followers asked if I could do in the comments @beautifulbluejay <3

Easy Boys x Reader Headcanons - How They React To You Going MIA.

It happened just before his leave to Paris, in fact the reason Nix pushes his leave so hard is because everybody genuinely thought you had gone.

So the trip to Paris isn’t exactly a leave for him, he’s alone and just thinking about you the whole time.

Grief stricken- nobody else knew about your relationship considering it was fraternisation, so he literally feels so alone.

This one’s a lil different- but you’d be completely lost and track Winters down in Paris, all you’d need to do is ask Lewis and he’d probs blabber mouth it to you- although he does think you’re a little crazy because you’ve just gone MIA in the middle of Europe for almost a week and now you’re wanting to travel to Paris.

Anyway you’d get to the correct place, despite having a slight cut on your forehead and grazed knees you’re physically fine- but you get caught up in a German hospital during your time lost and it’s mf scary. You’re so lucky you’re still alive.

You’d knock on the door (assuming it was his) and when he answers it he kinda cracks it open only slightly, and then rips the rest fully open and has a literal heart attack.

“Dick?!” Your voice cracks and you’re crashing into his chest before he can even fathom.

“You’re- you’re here- I?” He’s overwhelmed, wondering if he’s dreaming or not until his arms wrap tightly around you, feeling you cling onto dear life.

Once the shock has worn off and tears were shed Dick can’t let you go. He’s slightly dizzied with practically the shock of his life.

When you’re sleeping he keeps watching over you, checking you’re real.

He can’t do enough for you, gets you food water (ofc), checks over any wounds you have, really talks to you about it- like Dick out of all the men seems extremely emotionally intelligent, so he wants to make sure you’re really okay.

“Just tell me and I can send you somewhere safer…”

“I’d rather just be where you are.”

Lewis Nixon:

After he was supposed to jump into Berlin and he only just made it out of the plane, he turned up to see the explosion right before his eyes. The Germans were shooting down the planes- including the ones he knew you alongside so many other flight nurses and young men were on.

Not only had it gone terribly- now his trauma of knowing you’re potentially gone makes everything 10x harder.

He’d not been able to see you much throughout the war, you’re often stationed in different areas, but he always worried about you, and just then he was so close to you, yet still so far away- it pained Lewis.

Replays the moment over and over again in his head, drinks more and more and as the days pass and he receives no letter from you or your company or family- he knows the worst is coming.

Asks Dick if he should write a letter for your family- he was there after all. Dick informs him it’s probably best to wait until he’s found out what’s really happened to you.

But the silence was screaming at him- and every time be see’s a nurse in a uniform near him he grows restless.

He’s walking near the hospital one day, where he knows hundreds of the prisoners from the camp are being treated. He watches from afar as dozens more of them pile out of trucks and vans, some of them unable to walk- the rest of them still being treated inside the walls of the camp.

He turns away when he see’s the nurses, feeling overwhelmed by the grief until he hears a quick, “Lewis!”

He turns around so quick, dropping his cigarette when he’s stunned by the sound of your voice.

Seconds later you’re running towards him, grinning and giggling. He feels his chest squeeze tighter and he’s practically scurrying towards your direction to embrace you in the biggest hug of his lifetime.

Holy fuck. Lewis thinks. Holy fuck, fuck, fuck. Thank god.

His eyes close and he squeezes you tighter, hand pressing to the back of your head as he attempts to calm himself down whilst you cling onto him.

He very quickly pulls you towards his lips, kissing you deeply, so needily, he doesn’t care who see’s.

Both of you keep talking over the top of one another, excited to be in each others presence again.

“But I thought your plane went down?!” Lewis doesn’t notice until you hold his hands that he’s shaking.

“No, we turned back miles ago, it was too dangerous- oh I’m so glad you’re okay, I didn’t know what happened to you.”

The feeling is mutual, and even if you only get a night to spend together Lewis makes it all worthwhile.

Ron Speirs:

This man is tense asf from the second anything happens.

“What happened to the nurses?” His voice is quiet yet sharp and quick. His hand grabs at Nixon’s arm, urging him to answer immediately.

“Uh, I don’t know. They were in the hospital that got bombed, we’re not sure.” Lewis sighs out slowly, clearly affected by the trauma, but he has no idea about Ron and you.

Ron takes it upon himself to literally do anything he can in his power to find you- ofc he’s worried about everybody else, but the two of you have been together in private way back since before you were deployed. His hearts in his chest.

“We got them all sir, but one.”

“Y/l/n. Where’s Y/l/n?” He attempts to keep cool but his heart is thumping, he has the worst sickness and he can barely hold back how he’s feeling.

The man pauses and shakes his head. “Don’t know, sir.”

The whole company is obviously in grieving, this is when he’s still part of D-company but he’s in misery- he breaks only when he’s alone and in front of the men he keeps an even more tough exterior than ever.

Truthfully he’s hard to be around, he tries to push you to the back of his mind, trying his best to accept you’re gone and that’s it but he can’t.

He’s in the infirmary one day, after literally being shot in the ass- he almost can’t believe what’s going on and refuses to believe it’s true. Ron for the first time feels weak and useless.

“Can somebody help?! Please!” A frantic calling from a more than familiar voice cries out as he’s laid on his side in the bed, curtains closed around his area.

This is the first thing that causes him to move. Ignoring all soreness (he probs just blocks out the pain) he crawls out of bed at the sounds of scurrying and desperate shouting of the medical staff.

Ron could’ve sworn that was your voice, and when he stands, opening the curtains and staring straight at you, he thinks he’s seen a ghost.

He mutters your name so quietly, but you look up, face dirty and slightly bruised and bloodied, uniform dusty with a GI woollen jumper hanging over your frame. Like you’re just looking at each other.

“Excuse me, please.” You’d just tell the medical staff, hurrying your way down the hospital, weaving passed people until you’re stepping closer and closer.

Ron’s breathing and heart increases in a state of shock and you nudge him back in, yanking the curtain shut before you just engulf one another in a hug.

“Ron.” You’d mutter through tears, he grips you even tighter, engulfing your smaller body. “I was so scared, Ron.”

He pulls back your face, his eyes wide and stunned before holding either side of your face and pulling you in for a deep, borderline desperate kiss.

It’s the best comfort either of you have had in days, and once your lips part you fall back into his arms.

He’s probably lost for words for the first few minutes, and he’ll become all teary eyes for the first time in front of you.

“Are you okay? What happened to you?” He speaks for the first time, checking over you worriedly after remembering you must’ve been in that shelled out hospital

“There was Germans… I took a patient and ran away in the bombings. We got lost- we only just got back here now. I don’t know if he’s okay or not.”

All he can do is comfort you and hold you close, still in a state of disbelief.

“Why-why are you in here? What’s wrong?” You’d eventually ask. “I was shot.” Ron spoke in a blasé manner. He didn’t care about himself, only you.

“Where?”

… “my ass.”

Babe Heffron:

Hear me out, you’re a little bit clumsy yet always careful with everybody’s life but seemingly your own?

Like you’ve been at war for 8 months or so and still Babe worries that you’ve stumbled onto enemy lines just because you went to find a man’s boots or something.

He looks out for you and takes care of you so much, like it’s so so sweet and everybody’s aware that you’re Babe’s girl, even if you keep it more or less hidden out of respect for the fraternisation rules.

Anyway, you’re assigned to second platoon & that’s how you and Babe got close initially, the second nurse was sadly lost, and ever since then in Bastogne, Babe has been extra worried that something might happen to you.

It’s the day after Jackson passed and everybody’s exhausted, even though they’ll be moving off the line, they’re all sick of war.

“Hey anybody seen y/n?” He’d glance around the room where she’d usually be hanging out when she wasn’t at the aid station.

“She’s not at the aid station?” Joe would ask.

“No.” Babe would frown, pushing himself up and heading out.

He tries not to panic at first, but admittingly he has an anxiety nibbling away at the back of his mind.

Something just feels off, you’re not at CP, at the infirmary, with the other nurses, where you’re billeted.

“Babe!” One of the nurses shrieks in surprise as he bursts into the house they were stationed in.

“Sorry, sorry. Anybody seen y/n?” None of them have, not since the early afternoon and it was nearing 6. Your duty ended three hours ago.

“Shit, shit, shit.”

(Okay this isn’t as extreme as some of the other cases, I wanted to change it up a bit)

20 minutes later he’s chain smoking like crazy, asking all the guys where the hell you were.

“Babe? What’re you yapping about?” Your voice appears, giggling as he snaps his head, almost doing a 360.

At first relief floods through him, but then he see’s your helping a limping soldier, bleeding just below your eyebrow.

“Jesus- what the hell?!” His voice raised, breath stuck in his chest.

“A little help here, Babe?”

After hooking up under the other side of the wounded back, he helps you both back to the aid station firing questions a million miles an hour in your direction.

“I’m fine, Babe.” You’d soothe. “What happened?! Where th’ hell were ya?!” He’d take both your shoulders, holding his hand over the cut on your forehead, in an attempt to apply pressure.

“Babe-” you’d swat his hand away, becoming distracted with the sight behind you. Clearly you didn’t realise how worried he was.

“Ya shouldn’t run off like that!”

“Babe-”

“Ya got me worried sick!”

“Edward! His leg is crushed! Let me go help!”

“Edward?!”

“Wait here, alright? I’ll be 10 minutes.”

Babe waits, watching you help some of the other nurses and medics with the man you both carried inside, tending to what looked to be a badly wounded leg. He grimaced and turned away, growing an even more profound respect for you (if that was even possible).

When you’re done you head straight back to him. “Sorry, Babe, his leg was so-” You go to hold his arm but instead he turns, engulfing you in a bone crushing hug.

“I thought I’d lost ya, never do that again.”

Finally, you’d silence and realise just how worried he was. He was border lining upset, his frustration had dissolved and turned into pure relief.

“I’m okay.” You’d whisper, leading him to the quieter area of the porch.

“Where were ya?” He’d glance over you, checking head to toe everything was okay, hands still on your forearms.

“I went to get some supplies, then I found him- his leg was stuck under rubble. I couldn’t just leave him.”

“What ‘bout ya head?”

“I knocked myself in the face, you know what I’m like.”

“Oh thank god, ya scared me, angel.”

Ugh he’s such a sweetheart, just apologise to him and promise you won’t do that again without telling him.

[kindaasrikal]

Guys I’m an old people defender i wholeheartedly believe Wu is a good teacher and person (teen wu and younger was a good character, older wu doesnt have the same effect tho and just falls under a decent character)

Like guys he didn’t mean for Morro to go insane over the green ninja thing, i dont think anyone would’ve expected that to happen with a damn baby. Not to mention that as much as people like to say he abused or neglected Morro or whatever, canonically speaking he hasn’t. In the end what happened to Morro was the effect of his own insecurities and Wu’s lack of understanding.

Wu was not at fault for the whole kai getting obsessed with the green ninja thing or any of the other ninja doing the same, that was all their own faults for being all nosy (as teenage boys with too much power do.)

Wu might’ve overreacted after finding out what Garm did with the letter business in season 4, but just cause he cussed out his BROTHER once (guys they’re siblings, this is the norm and Wu was fully justified to be irritated. Also there will always be a tension between them because they’ve had to fight against each other for either decades, hundreds of years, or thousands of years. They will never have the normal sibling relationship they once only somewhat had.) that was still his brother he just lost and definitely feels guilt at not getting to reconcile PROPERLY with him. Just because you are mad at an individual, genuinely mad at them, does not mean you hate them.

Wu was not at fault for the whole Garmadon getting sent to the under world his clothes literally starts glowing mf was not planning that. He was literally about to die because of Garmadon i think he was a tad preoccupied with that.

Wu is not at fault for Lloyd becoming the green ninja, its shown that he cannot control who gets chosen and was quite obviously hoping it would be the damn teenagers trained to deal with this, not the damn baby who would have to fight his DAD. The whole reason he trained Lloyd so hard after was because he is well aware of how being the green ninja is a curse, especially to Lloyd. He knew a target was on Lloyds back now and for the rest of time and he can do nothing to remove it, only help Lloyd in handling it.

Aspheera is a huge SOGGY BISCUIT I HATE HER I AHTE HEERYEYYE. She is so hypocritical and its all her fault and not Wu’s don’t even try it (i love her character thats why i hate her sm). Wu was literally a baby when the whole betrayal thing happened, and how could he have known his damn students would open up her prison cell and she’d take Kai’s power. Kai had a right to mad about getting dragged into it but even he admits he was reacting the way he was because his powers got stolen. Aspheera was completely at fault for what happened to her.

I wont deny that whatever was going on between Misako and Wu in the early seasons was super weird, but I’m also not going to call it betrayal or cheating for Garmadon because Garmadon had been gone for a good decade and tbh it was rlly bad writing of writers trying to shove romance everywhere.

He took in a bunch of teenagers, thats something i wont deny to also be bad. But don’t you find it convenient that Wu took them each in during separate times of need? Cole, deep in grief, needed to become a ninja because it completed him. Jay, desperate for a place and purpose in this world, needed to be a ninja to become confident and aware of his worth. Zane, confused and lost, needed to be a ninja to find his own place in the world, needed to be a ninja because he needed to have a purpose, a home. Kai, angry and traumatised, needed to become a ninja to become the best version of himself. Wu knew of each of them, and only took them in when he knew they needed an outside source to lead them.

Literally i dont understand why people paint him as a villain. He has never been one. It’s like how Mystake said, the only reason one becomes wise is through their own mistakes, their own life and experiences. Wu is an old, old man. He is right when he says he’s not like how he used to be.

I could keep going, but God guys. Stop mischaracterising characters! You can dislike them all you want, its your life, but don’t change what they have done and call them a bad person when that isn’t true.

You can call Wu a character with mistakes, a character heavily in the light grey area of good and evil.

WU IS NOT A BAD GUY GUYS STOP CALLING HIM ONE 😭

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caitlyn, they could never make me hate you, but.... you're pissing me off a lil bit, just saying...

this really is what grief does to a person

and you wanna know something i just thought of? this mf prolly never went to therapy, and ho, im not even surprised. why would she? she's a KIRAMMAN, of course. not just a kiramman, but the head of House Kiramman. mfs like that STAND ON BUSINESS

except when you're literally ruining meaningful relationships because you're doing a terrible job at processing your grief. cait is running purely on guilt and bloodlust rn and it's really messing with the way she processes the world around her.

did she really think she could take that shot, even with the kid hugging jinx? or was she feeling so guilty for not taking the shot back when it mattered most, so now she's trying to convince herself that she could, she would, and she should?

personally, i definitely felt like she would've missed it if she took it, so shout-out to vi for stopping her, even though it meant cait walking away