audible representation of how life's been as a hermitcraft/life series fan for the past two weeks with the release of decked out and the hour-long videos from the hermits, upon hour-long decked out streams, upon the hermits comparing deck sizes, upon hour-long gigs phasmophobia streams, upon the release of bdubs uncut 12hr limited life pov, upon the teasing of a potential new season & member of the life series, upon-
just slowly knowing what's coming only to get full on blasted with a lot more than you originally expected.. it's been overwhelming in the best way possible to say the least
I really want to know what would happen in The 8 Show if they bought a car
Would they partake in silly vehicular shenanigans? Would 6th Floor and/or 8th Floor just commandeer it and run everyone over?? They probably would've earned a LOT of hours either way
I like the ability to bingewatch shows as soon as they're out, but I have to admit that it kind of ruins an aspect of fandom I used to enjoy.
I can't liveblog an episode of a TV show and watch my dash fill up with people doing the same, I can't go to the tag after episode one of a new series and deconstruct the episode and theorise about what might happen next because there will already be spoilers for the rest of the season.
Kind of miss staying up til crazy o'clock in the morning to watch the next episode of an American TV show, trying to be sure I've converted between time zones properly on a dodgy stream and laugh at all the weird ad breaks every five minutes 😂😂
first of, darcys story? darcys fucking story, i can't even. a teenage girl, a lesbian, being this friendly and cheerful and slightly out of pocket persona, and all this qualities being just a little very loud, because at home she's so very quiet, and me,
being so fucking jealous of her. simply because i didn't ever attempt to run away like that. i just froze. and pretended it was nothing really there. and darcy is so, so brave.
she's saying this "im not who you think i am, you might love that person not who i am really" speech and i just wanna scream because not only i feel just exactly like that, i didn't ever have the courage to say it. to verbalize it. 'cause they don't just might love the person they think i am, they definitely do, you know?
they do.
and darcy runs away. and darcy tells the truth. and i didn't. and i don't.
and now it's too late, cause i'm twenty now, and when i run away, if i run away, it'll be "moving out, 'cause that's what all the grown ups do, 'cause now it's right and acceptable to". but maybe i should do it earlier. i don't know, it was pretty dangerous for me to do so in my country, but i still feel like i should. like i needed that, and i needed the consequences, if they were. i deserved the consequences.
but it doesn't matter. seeing darcy doing brave things, braver things, was almost like finally doing them myself.
Not that I was really asked my opinion on the poll but I like playing cupid.
With dating sims, I kid you not, I speedrun them for funzies. I'm never invested. But matchmaking it feels like I'm putting two dolls together and going "kiiiiiiissssssssss" which is what I usually do with shipping
I'm hundreds times more interested
you’re so real for that, confession i’m consiiidering making a tbhk fangame or something like that so that’s why i made the poll
unpopular opinion but. I think of/md S2 has seen like a serious dip in quality writing. like idk I know this is an unserious show but S1 still compelled me to take it seriously. a feat that S2 fails. something abt perhaps the cast and crew being extra aware of their audience to tailor dialogues in a way that feels... too much like trying to wink wink nudge their twt fan following maybe... idk.. idk if it's the pacing or a sense of disjointedness or if it's.. something else. (maybe the season finale will tie it together in a right and proper way?) but it's all felt very low-stakes not in the balance of the usual reassuring and theatre way but in a very underwhelming way. idk. the only time the show felt like it had the whiff of ye olde S1 magic was when zheng yi sao's ships got blown up.
This might sound silly but the more time goes by the more I miss the pre-streaming era of TV. It was so delightfully simple. Sitcoms slap so much harder when you see the same episodes more than once a week.
Unable to take her eyes off the shimmering emerald flames, until his voice calmly brought her back to reality.
"Princess," he said, offering a stack of scrolls. "These are the documents you were searching for."
Rather than taking a closer look at them, grieving over their discoloured and dry parchment, she looked up at Long Feng. Curiosity sparked in her eyes as they roamed over his appearance.
In that moment, he sensed her studying him with the same intensity as when she first laid eyes on him. Causing his defence to break … but then noticing the glint of comparison in her gaze and the way her expression remained gentle only added to his frustration.
As their eyes connected, the truth hung silently between them. Without words, she seemed to be asking for understanding, for empathy. And despite his initial resistance, he felt drawn to her vulnerability, to the raw honesty in her gaze.
Long Feng wanted to believe she did it out of embarrassment; lowering her gaze, but her attention now rested on the parchments which he once took from Wan Shi Tong's library.
Carefully, she accepted them, her delicate fingers brushing against his. It was difficult for him to resist holding onto her hand, especially knowing that someone had exposed her to the fire's heat.
Hesitantly, she opened the scrolls, skimming the written text. Then falling into an increasing haste, and rising to read the others.
Eventually, a realization dawned on her and she looked up at him with desperation in her eyes.
"Everything is lost."
Long Feng remained stoic.
"Of what do you speak, if I may inquire?“ he asked, as if he hadn't seen the curse on her body, that she was trying to hide.
"Zhao burnt everything – every bit of knowledge about the Fire Nation. And Wan Shi Tong..."
Her voice caught in her throat as she struggled to breathe, yet still managed to pull back the sleeve of her robe, exposing wounds that resembled claw marks.