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TF YOU MEAN THEY CANCELLED DEAD BOY DETECTIVES??????
#the poor fandom#y'all deserve better#I haven't even watched it but I'm pissed#dead boy detectives#no way in hell I'm I letting y'all get the ofmd treatment
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I have been following US politics closely, especially lately, and just...
The Democrats should have decided on a different presidential candidate because holy shit Harris is NOT fit for such an important position.
I get it. I understand why y'all are voting for her. I respect that.
You also had no say in her being the candidate but surely y'all can at least admit that she is NOT truly fit for office?
She has no clear policies. She flip flops a lot!
She goes on shows giving her easy interview questions with no pushback or fact checking.
She goes on a fucking sex podcast, where they usually discuss a dude's asshole and balls, to talk about abortion of all things.
She refuses to do interviews where she knows she is gonna get a hard time.
Now it is revealed the CBS interview got edited so she at least sounds like she fucking knows something??
She can't think on her feet when a damn teleprompter stops working.
She drinks beer with Colbert while people are being destroyed by Milton.
Just to name a few!
Her word salad bs!!
Her handlers need to stage shit for her and give scripted appearances.
She is politicizing the Hurricane Milton situation.
The Dems are sucking off the elite. They don't give a shit about the middle class and poor.
Like I said, I totally get why y'all are voting for her but y'all deserve a better Dem candidate for President. Don't even get me started on Waltz...
#as a non-American looking in objectively I can tell she is not right for this and it sucks#i'm sorry friends#I really hope and pray that she gets her shit together#y'all deserve better#tbd#i'm frustrated for y'all
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I'm going the fuck to bed have fun with your shit show tonight!
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Hello, 👋
My name is Abdul Rahman and I am from Gaza 🇵🇸. The war destroyed my life. I lost my home, my job, my education, and my ability to support my family. My family and I suffered serious injuries.😔
I am desperately asking for your help to protect my family, evacuate them from Gaza, and continue my studies and work abroad.
Your donation of just €5 can make a huge impact on our lives and help ensure the safety of my family. My campaign is verified, and you can ask for any details to confirm my story. I promise I'm a real needy person and not a robot or a scammer.
Please consider donating and sharing our story. "My family is waiting and needs your donations." 🙏🙏
Thank you from the bottom of my heart for your support.
I've reblogged your post-- i hope you all stay safe in these times despite everything, and i hope you get what you need to escape Gaza
#tommy's foolery#genuinely horrible that you have to say you're not a scammer. i'm sorry about all of this#y'all deserve better#please stay safe if you can
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If you post/reblog about self harm, please don't follow me. I'm sorry you're going through that and no, your body is not just a piece of meat that you can just cut however you wish. As much as I hope you recover I also don't want people like that following me especially when they somehow take my writing as an excuse to harm themselves. Everything I write on here is 100% fictional and I in now way or shape support it in real life. If you are harming yourself, please get help and no, venting on Tumblr is not the right way to do it.
#so many self harm blogs have been following me recently#it makes me want to cry#y'all deserve better#but I'm also angry whenever i see comments such as "oh wow#those cuts are so beautiful!!!#idk I've just blocked so many of these accounts#important#girlie says
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Sometimes I think I'd benefit from having an alt tumblr where I can post my horny thoughts so that y'all don't have to deal with them but idk maybe suppressing them makes me a sexy kind of unhinged
#me after one (1) shot: I'm sorry but I NEED to matingpress Vergil have you SEEN those legs????#y'all deserve better#devil may blather#sprawling idiot sweats#I'm clearly very bad at suppressing them though so idk
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having a hard time y'all. sorry if i'm annoying. it's because i'm painfully lonely & never alone & i don't know how to manage that. anyway on to more inane reblogs.
#in which ve talks#m really so sorry i talk abt myself too much#self obsessed w no energy for other people#like i get i'm being a bit narcissistic but there's literally this huge spoonless gap between#it takes no energy to talk about me and i would feel so bad if i spent no energy on other people#y'all deserve better
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People who draw the female version (especially cisswaps) shorter than the male original design of a character are sooooooooooooooooooooooooooo weak.
#also#stop giving them super luxurious model hairdos you see on hair product advertisements#especially if the character is NOT like that in their personality#it doesn't make sense for a strict military person to have anything besides a strict hairdo (no matter their gender)#(mostly because regulations are A THING. and also of course certain types of personalities WOULD NEVER)#tall cis women exist#tall cis women with short hair exist#stop buying into the gendered nonsense the beauty industry is trying to sell you#please#y'all deserve BETTER
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Ranking Buffy Summers' hair evolution (as voted by my followers) 9/11
#btvsedit#buffysource#buffysummersedit#chewieblog#userstream#dailyflicks#buffy summers#ruinedchildhood#dailybuffysummers#televisiongifs#filmtv#btvs#buffy hair ranked#dailyhangover#useroptional#buffy the vampire slayer#*gif#buffy#btvs season four#1k#y'all are WRONG for this#deserves better
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Nothing funnier than The First Chang Dynasty trying to set up Troy/Britta, meanwhile both of them are doing couples costumes with their actual boyfriends
#i love their disguises so much#put shirley in drag more often#community#nbc community#community tv#troy barnes#abed nadir#britta perry#jeff winger#trobed#jeffbritta#rip jeff and britta you deserve a better ship name#i had to wrestle a fucking dragon (bad internet connection across three apps) to get those screenshots so y'all better appreciate them
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My take on the Hobie age discourse is that people thinking he's an adult is in of itself antiblackness because who the fuck looks at this and thinks '20-something year old'.This is literally a high school senior.If you think otherwise maybe the area you live in isn't that diverse because as a dominicana i see kids like this walking down the street when school lets out on a daily basis
My little brother used to bring over a guy who looks like this over to play on his x-box.Y'all good???????
#17 year old-shaped#hobie brown#hobie brown deserves better#hobie is jamaican#hobie is ugandan#transmasc hobie brown#unlabeled hobie brown#autistic hobie brown#team dad hobie#seapunk lover hobie#mama's boy hobie#ace hobie#atsv#spiderman#spiderpunks 2023#the analogues#anarchy or riot#percy's troubled kids protection program#unrestrained seas#ghostpunk#punkflower#chaipunk#punkbyte#antinoirpunk#ghostpunkflower#< not ship discourse centered but it's always y'all who want hobie to be unlovable starting it so it's relevant#adultification tw#💌#summerposting#antiblackness
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Guyz... Guess what I've been watching... (◍•ᴗ•◍)
#all quiet on the western front#all quiet on the western front 2022#aqotwf#paul baumer#kat#stanislaus katczinsky#im westen nichts neues#ww1#germany#german soldier#great war#history#fanart#art#digital art#doodles#soldier#war#movie#just let me doodle this pls pls pls i need to#i love them sm this is probably the only movie that i almost cried#ALMOST#i love them sm guys i rly do#i need them to be safe and happy#GUYS THEY DIDNT GET TO CELEBRATE CHRISTMAS TOGETHER IM SOBBING#THEY DESERVED BETTER 😭😭😭#guys y'all dont know how long it took me to draw the helments lmao#that's me panicking on the last pic by the way lmao#i promise I'll get back to drawing transformers after this lmao 😭😭
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Hydro Archon, Hydro Archon, Don't Cry
I've noticed a pattern with 5star characters in my game - they only come home after I've done their story quest or at least the Archon Quest where they appear. From an in-game perspective it's obviously because it takes me a while to finish the quest and I raise the pity in the meantime, however... from a SAGAU perspective, it's adorable that they only come around after I've spent the time to get to know them better.
Content Warnings: Angst, Furina desperately needs a hug.
SPOILERS FOR 4.2 BELOW
Imagine Furina before the Archon Quest. She's holding it together, like she has been for five hundred years. She's been performing her role so well for so long, yet she feels like she's already gone beyond her limit. She doesn't know how long she can handle doing this for, but she knows she must.
Late at night, she takes a break to catch some air. She's aware that she's still performing - she's alone, but she cannot risk lowering her mask, even before an invisible audience. She takes a deep breath and looks up, and doesn't even feel the tears flowing down her face.
A shimmering light crosses the sky.
Foçalors, it beckons. Come home.
Oh no. Not this. She's not ready, she's not ready! Not tonight. She tells herself she'll answer your summons tomorrow. In truth, she doesn't feel worthy of answering. What if she's not what you expect?
That isn't even a question. She knows she's not what you expect.
She knows you have other Archons - real Archons - among your Vessels. She panics - she doesn't even have a Vision, much less an Archon's authority. There's only so much she can achieve with acting. What would she do when you took her out on the battlefield and she inevitably failed?
Come on... Another shooting star crosses the sky, your voice a faint, ethereal whisper in her ears. I need an Archon team...
It fills her with dread. She can't answer your summons! She absolutely can't! Not only would she disappoint you - because there's no way she wouldn't, surely, she can't imagine a world in which you are not disappointed once you figure out just what she is, a fraud who can't even use Hydro much less be the literal Archon - she'd also jeopardize her only purpose.
She rushes inside, back to her room, closes the shutters and the window and the curtains and almost leaps into bed, placing the covers over herself as if to shield herself from the world.
She can still hear you calling.
The next day, Poisson is struck. The prophecy is in full swing. She's frantic, searching for something, anything that could possibly help. All the while maintaining the façade. At least you seem to have given up.
It's both relieving and heartbreaking.
At night, she doesn't even risk it - her windows are kept shut. She analises every report, and locks her door when she notices that she's crying, the papers she's holding becoming dotted with tears that fall despite her best efforts. She can hear the rain hitting her window, and the downpour has her feeling even more hopeless.
Neuvillette speaks with her in the following morning. If the pressure from you wasn't enough, she now also has to manage to assure the Hydro Dragon Sovereign that she has everything under control. It's funny, how those eyes capable of such gentleness seem to gaze into her without a shred of mercy. Just speaking to him now feels like she's been put on trial, and Furina knows, deep down in her soul, that she is guilty.
He presses. Poisson has fallen. She knows. She also knows she's likely crying, the mask is slipping, but she can't give up. She has no right - no right at all, to sacrifice the lives of every person in Fontaine for the sake of her comfort. She cannot afford to slip up. And that means she cannot trust anyone - not you, and not Neuvillette. So she gathers the little control she can at this time, tells him she knows exactly what she's doing, and dashes out the door.
Wait, Furina!
She barely hears your voice as she runs. "I'm sorry, but I can't answer!" She thinks, as she rushes to the top floor of the Palais Mermonia. She knows she gas no time to lose. She needs to get herself in check, to wipe away her tears, to figure something out. Where had she gone wrong? Five hundred years, searching for a solution. Five hundred years of observing every trial, hoping it'll finally be the one she needs. But nothing.
She has nothing, and Poisson has fallen.
She thought the Traveler - and you, by extension - would be the key. That by judgding them she'd have the "most magnificent trial" that her mirror self spoke of. And yet, at every turn, the blonde outlander had managed to evade being sentenced, or even making the trial as grand as she'd expected. She paces around in her room as she mulls it over. Should she had judged you directly? Could she have done so? That would've been a trial for the ages - the Overseer, brought to justice by the Hydro Archon of Fontaine, for the crime of... what could she even accuse you of? Posessing people's bodies? That had to be illegal - or at least immoral enough to warrant a trial...
She lets her body flop onto the bed, covering her eyes with one arm as she lets out a sigh that despite its overdramatic appearance, is in fact incredibly genuine. She's tired. So tired.
Foçalors, come home.
Furina buries her face beneath one of the pillows. She hopes it'll drown out the sound of your voice. She can't distinguish whether that ache in her chest is from your summons growing more insistent or from how much she needs to cry.
The shooting star turns golden outside the window, and Furina wonders if the fact that someone else intercepted it will be enough to dissuade you. She hopes it is, otherwise, her days are numbered.
No more stars cross the sky that night, and relief washes over her body, in a wave so intense that she once again doesn't notice the tears. She falls asleep like that, and dreams of rising waters.
Furina heads to the Opera Epiclese in the morning. She's not looking forward to seeing Neuvillette, but she prays that there'll be a trial. "Please," she thinks, as she sits down in the throne reserved for the Hydro Archon, observing the stage from on high, "let it be today."
It isn't. Instead of a trial, there is a performance... and though she usually loves them, now is not the time. Worse yet, she's spotted by the crowd as she's getting ready to leave. They're angry, of course they are. The prophecy is true, and what is their Archon doing? Furina performs as best as she can, but this time the audience is completely unreceptive. She doesn't blame them. She'd be angry, too, in their shoes. She knows they're terrified. She's terrified, too.
But what can she do? Her search has turned up empty. She has no powers, not really, none besides the power of persuasion and even that seems to be slipping more and more these days. She cannot reassure her people. Neuvillette no longer trusts her, if he ever did. The water rises every day with no signs of stopping.
"Why, mirror-me? Where am I failing?"
The crowd chases her out of the theater. Neuvillette is nowhere in sight, and even if he were, Furina isn't sure she could call upon him now. The time in which he acted as her shield if gone. Neuvillette is now just another of the many she's disappointed.
It hurts.
With no other choice, she runs - as far as her legs will take her, she dashes away from the crowd, and guilt tells her she's being a coward. That she needs to stand up and reassure the masses, that she needs to do what an Archon would at that time.
The notion feels almost ridiculous. She cannot command her element freely like Barbatos, or raise protections over her city like Morax. She cannot threaten to strike down the unruly like the Shogun, nor does she have Lesser Lord (Lesser Lord! Hah! Even someone known as 'Lesser' is leagues beyond Furina's ability) Kusanali's foresight and wisdom.
So she does what she can do.
Whether it is fate or simply her own feelings of guilt, she finds herself in Poisson, at the base of the Spina di Rosula. The place where all those people - her people - had lost their lives to a disaster she was supposed to prevent.
When the Traveler extends their hand, she doesn't know whether it is a blessing or a curse. She wants to run again - what else can she do? But her pursuers are apparently still giving chase, and the outlander offers her aid. She can feel your presence from within them - every time she's crossed paths with them, as brief as those moments were, you were there. She can tell that the longing in the blonde's eyes is, at least in part, yours.
She's sorry.
She follows the Traveler to the hiding place - someone's home? It seems irrelevant. For a moment, she wonders if she could sue you for invasion of private property. "Oh, what am I thinking? The time for the grand trial is over... and even if it weren't, suing the Overseer for something so trivial would warrant the same result as the first time I challenged the Traveler..."
The Traveler. The outlander whose presence preceeded disaster. They were known for solving it, sure, but she knew that the moment they set foot in Fontaine the prophecy would have already started. Was it their fault, or yours?
Furina still feels like it might be hers.
The Traveler offers help once again. They extend their hand, and the look in their eyes as they ask her to confide in them is so earnest, so genuine. She swars she can hear two sets of voices saying the words - the Traveler's, and yours. It's faint, and gentle, and pained, and carries a yearning she knows she cannot fix.
Through them, you reach for her and she almost breaks. She knows you'll stop reaching once you know the truth.
Furina, please. You can trust us, love. Let me- let us help. People from your world cannot know, but neither of us fit that criteria. Your people will not dissolve, I promise you. I've seen enough worlds to know.
She considers it.
She hears your voice, and considers it. But there is uncertainty in your tone. You're gambling, and she's a good enough actress to know you're not sure yourself. They wouldn't do it, that's your reasoning. Furina doesn't know who 'they' are, but you're placing all your bets on the fact that 'they' would not erase an entire Nation. Who are 'they'? Celestia? If so, she knows for certain that your wager is more optimistic than based on facts. It's not enough - blind optimism is not enough for her to risk it, not even from a being like you. Besides, that is not her choice to make.
She cannot give up. She cannot lower her guard. Not with Neuvillette, not with the Traveler, not with you. The Traveler urges her for a response, reaches out, and she's about to deny them, when the house's walls fall.
Damn it, we needed more time! Furina, I'm so sorry.
She feels your sorrow about at the same time that she feels the spotlight on her.
Neuvillette looks down from his seat as the Chief Justice, and somehow the sliver of pity in his eyes hurts more than the coldness of a few days prior.
She's on trial.
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She's crying.
She's not even making an effort to conceal it anymore. It's over. The curtains have closed and everything she worked so hard for has crumbled. The people know. Neuvillette knows. You know. Furina makes no effort to hear your voice. She knows you're disappointed.
If she did, perhaps she'd hear how you're screaming at the Traveler to go check on her. If she did, perhaps she'd hear how despite everything, you're reaching out, still. How you wish to hold her tight, as she deserves. She'd perhaps hear your outrage at the thought of her being subjected to the death sentence, she'd hear you trying to tear Neuvillette apart for allowing it, she'd hear you slowly realising that the fact that the sentence is addressed to the Hydro Archon means it's not her who dies.
She doesn't witness your relief.
Instead, it is you who gain an understanding of her thoughts. The Traveler reaches for her, and she can feel you pushing through, but she can't stop performing. Even now, she's still holding it, as much as she can.
You tear through her defenses with more ease than she expected. Furina had, until now, thought of you as detached. She knew you saw the world as a stage, a story for your amusement. Sure, you liked them, but only to the extent that one likes characters in a play, right? You were, as far as she knew, exactly the type of god - or, er, entity? - she emulated. Fickle. Boastful. Using lives as entertainment, watching trials and tribulations like a performance and solving the Nations' troubles like nothing more than a game. She had not expected you to care.
Not about her.
Not after knowing the truth.
You push forward. She knows it's you, and not the Traveler, who's in control. She can feel it, the intensity with which you reach out is the same she felt tugging at her very being every time a star crossed the sky. She knows it's you who's still trying to reach her. Even if she's failed.
Even if she's not capable of being in your Archon Team.
So she sighs, and lets you witness. That is your role, after all, isn't it? An audience of one, watching an interactive play. You haven't given up on her character, even though it's not what you expected. You're not what she expected, either. Funny, she finds herself thinking, you're both more human than anyone realised.
You witness her life. She lets it play out like a film before your eyes, the endless stream of memories of growing hopelessness as she realised that the prophecy was slowly setting itself up and she was not any closer to finding out how to stop it. Now you know - the truth, the whole truth. She has nothing left to lose now, anyway. Everything is lost. She was unmasked. She failed.
You're pushed out of her thoughts after she invites you to take your place on stage. You act in her memory, but this time the Traveler doesn't speak. You barely have time to state your piece - all you manage is an I'm sorry before being forced away. She has nothing more to share. That is enough, she figures, and far more than she ever thought she'd share. She still feels the urge to cry, but part of it is from relief.
After that, she doesn't feel your presence until after the flood.
The prophecy comes and goes and Fontaine is unharmed. The flood lasts no more than minutes, and no one is dissolved. Furina remembers your words - 'they' wouldn't do that. Though she is unsure as to 'their' identity, she is thankful that you were right. The sunlight feels like bliss upon her skin as she steps out of the Opera Epiclese, gentle rays drying the remaining water from the streets and the tears on her cheeks, and for the first time in five hundred years she breathes easy.
"They're still hoping you'll come." A familiar voice pulls her out of her trance. The Traveler, alone, stands behind her. Your presence is nowhere near. They look the same, yet different, without you within. Furina can't quite explain it, but it feels odd after being so used to seeing you within the outlander.
"I'm not an Archon." She answers, a certain bitterness in her voice as she looks down, defeated.
"I don't think they care. I know you need to rest for now, and they don't have enough primos for a ten pull anyways, but... just so you know. They'll keep trying."
Furina doesn't quite know whether that is meant as a warning or as an opportunity presenting itself. They're gone before she can ask. Either way, they're right - she is tired, and she does need rest. Out of instinct, she heads to the Palais Mermonia, but stops herself as she reaches for the door.
"Lady Furina." The gentle, deep voice she knows as belonging to the Iudex pulls her from her thoughts. She doesn't dare look him in the eye. He opens the door for her, but she simply turns away. She cannot face him, not after that trial, not after everything she'd done.
"Thank you, monsieur Neuvillette. But I... I think I'll be going, now."
The now fully restored Hydro Dragon can only watch as Furina walks away. He knows she needs her space right now, but that doesn't stop him from worrying for her. He'll arrange the best apartment he can get for her, and make sure she never lacks for anything. In the meantime, though, he'll just try not to let his emotions get the best of him, lest he causes a downpour to fall upon poor Furina, who definitely does not need rain right now. If there is one thing he knows about humans is that rain does not, for the most part, cheer them up. So he holds it in, promising himself that he'll take a small break for a walk after the aftermath of everything is over, and heads to his office.
There is so much to do...
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Three weeks pass. Furina lays on her bed, her window open, the soft breeze bringing the smell of a night that promises rain into the apartment. She is busy, not with work, or with renovations, but with the azure glass sphere that she holds up to the light, examining it under her lamp. A Vision... during all those years, she had never thought she'd receive such a thing, much less after being pushed away from her role as the Archon. She is thankful, yes, for her newfound freedom, and, she supposes, for the fact that she'd gotten to act again. But it still remains that this bauble was completely unexpected.
Power. This little thing can give her power. She's still unsure on how to use it, and it crosses her mind that the Traveler - or you - might know. You owe her, after all, after what she did to help you out with the play... she could feel you trying to strangle the Traveler and Paimon on the astral plane and that was perhaps why she wasn't entirely offended by their remarks. Still, she had made a great effort for that play. It was only fair that at least one of you repays the favor, no?
Furina smiles softly, sighing. She'll have to put up a commission at the Guild tomorrow.
She examines the light reflecting within, and it reminds her of the surface of the sea as seen from underwater. The holder, a silvery ornament not unlike those she's seen worn by Vision-bearers, has a distinct characteristic - four fang-like details that seem to secure the glass in place. Before she can give it more thought, the first pitter patter of raindrops reaches her ears, and she rushes to retrieve the clothes hanging on the line she has in the small balcony of her apartment before they get too wet. She rushes outside, hearing as the rain and wind pick up.
"Damn it, damn it, damn it..." She mutters to herself, quickly shoving the clothes onto a basket, trying to pick them off the line as fast as she can. Behind her, a flash of light illuminates the night sky. "Oh, I am so not in the mood for thunder..."
Furina cringes, hoping the storm is not directly above. Maybe she'll be able to sleep if it's just a faraway rumbling. What she hears, however, is not the booming sound of a storm.
Furina. Come home.
You're still trying. For a moment, she forgets about the heavy rain, and the clothes, and simply looks up at the sky. Blue flashes, one after the other, cross the clouds in rapid succession. Even after everything, you hadn't given up. The Traveler had warned her, but at the time she hadn't been in a stable enough state of mins to even care, still shaken from everything that had happened.
Now, she simply looks up.
"Overseer." She answers. You won't be able to add her to the 'Archon Team'. She knows she's not as powerful as most of your Vessels - hell, she doesn't even know how to use her Vision yet. But you still want her.
You know the truth - the whole truth - and you still want her.
The next star that crosses the sky turns gold, and glows brighter and brighter until it lands in front of her, hovering above the railing on her balcony. It emits a soft, warm light, and Furina reaches for it like she'd reached for her Vision.
Warmth spreads over her body, and it feels like every time she'd looked at the Traveler with you in them, except everything feels more... intense. It's not like she's seeing the filtered bits of you that shine through the cracks in someone else, no. She can feel you directly, and she understands why they call it 'coming home'. It's warm. It's comfortable. And for the first time she can truly, honestly say she doesn't feel alone.
You're happy she's there. Time seems to stop around her, and she finds herself dry and in a field full of stars. If she squints, she can barely make out a form, a swirling swarm of stardust in the vague shape of a person. She reaches a hand out.
You place the cursor over her outstretched hand.
Welcome home, Furina.
#heavy self indulgent vibes on this one y'all#FINALLY this one was in the drafts for so long istg#also you will pry neuvillette caring about furina from my cold dead hands udc what sort of relationship they have HE CARES ABOUT HER#furina deserves sm better#PLEASE let yourself be taken care of furina we love you#yes i hc it rained after furina moved away from the palais mermonia#sagau#genshin sagau#self aware genshin au#genshin impact sagau#sagau overseer#sagau furina#man i really need to write happier stuff. theres always someone sad i wonder if this says smth about me
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lucien truly cannot win with some of you weirdos cuz one minute it's
"he makes no effort to get to know elain and chooses to live in the human lands!"
and then the next it's
"it would be so pushy of lucien to move to velaris and force his company on elain when she doesn't want it!"
which is it? 😭 he is respecting her space. why would he want to move to velaris and have rhysand pay for his apartment, his clothes, his food, etc? he's a proud male, and personally I think it seems like a stretch to say he's truly friends with the inner circle. he also probably feels like elain might be better off without him. we know he thinks of himself as "a whole lot of nothing." give my man a break, he's doing his best despite being obviously unhappy
#y'all judge him so harshly for no reason#just admit you don't gaf about him and move on#pro elucien#elucien#acotar#sjm#lucien vanserra#pro lucien vanserra#lucien deserves better#lucien acotar#pro lucien#elucien supremacy#anti elriel#anti e/riel#antielriel
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I just need every single person in this fandom who has ever been mean about Luke Newton to know that Nicola Coughlan hates you. Genuinely and wholeheartedly.
She hates you. Sure, she won't say it aloud, because she's a professional who knows her career lives or dies by fans, but please know that she does. She hates you if you've said Colin gave you the ick, especially so if you said it to Luke, she hates you if you've left a rude comment on his social media, she hates you if you acted like she didn't like him or that she was shading him, she hates you if you bullied the people around him, she hates you if you said something disparaging about how he looks or how he acts, she. hates. you.
And sure, it's not all people who are in her or Pen's fanbase, in fact a lot of people have been cruel about him outside of the Polin fandom, but a LOT of people are Pen fans, and hearing her talking about how defensive she gets over him when people say something rude about him? And knowing there are SO many stupid opinion blogs and youtubers and tiktokers who say they're Pen fans and Nicola fans but are mean as fuck about Luke?
I need every single one of them, in particular those who have been out here making up stupid shit to be mad at him about 'on her behalf' to know that when you say something mean about the man she gushed to her Mum about, and who her Mum was so excited to meet because she just knew he was kind, the man she introduced to her entire family, the man she is always reaching for and hugging and snuggling up to and calling wonderful and giggling around and saying how she wouldn't want to do such vulnerable intimate scenes without and complimenting and leaning on and having fun with and calling a special person in her life, she is taking off her earrings and ready to meet you outside in his honor
because she hates you for being a dick about him. hope that clears things up
#nicola coughlan#luke newton#bridgerton#polin#like damn nicola you are ready to THROW!!! DOWN!!!!#i think about all those interviews where she's like 'his eyes ARE a remarkable shade of blue!' 'i was rather defensive of you about that'#'it made me mad to hear about' 'Luke Newton is THE SWEETEST person in the whole world'#Nicola is out here going 'what did you just say about my man????'#when you're in a 'who loves Luke/Colin most' contest and your opponent is Nicola Coughlan#you will NEVER win#she will ALWAYS be on top in this competition#all of y'all who are out here talking about 'oh nicola deserves better' or making up nonsense about how luke is terrible or you're fine#with being hypercritical of him: Nicola hates you#and i for one am so endeared by that#she's one of us#and by 'us' i mean colin and luke fans#it gives me so much comfort to know that all those annoying opinion blogs and anons who claim to dislike him 'in her name'#are top of her list of people she despises#how does it feel to know that your fave detests you because you're a bully to her bestie?#i hope it feels bad
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