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telesilla · 2 months
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Not gonna go out on this limb on a 25k post, but maybe it’s okay that kids today don’t know as much about using an actual computer as we do/did? Is it useful knowledge? Of course it is. So is using a sewing machine or being able to rebuild your VW with a copy of that one book every VW driver used to have. That’s not the right question—most practical knowledge is useful after all. The question should be “is it relevant to the way people live right now.” “How to Keep Your VW Alive” is a timeless fucking classic; my ex and I kept our copy long after he sold his VW. But I’m not buying a copy now because it won’t exactly help me keep my VW ID4 on the road.
And it’s funny, because I tend to read along with those posts and nod my head, because back in my day we HAD to know all that computer stuff. And then for some reason today, I remembered a conversation my mom and I had with my grandma in the mid 70s when I was a teenager. Grandma made my mom’s wedding dress. She worked at a department store doing alterations on foundation wear, which if you look at 1950s foundation wear, you’ll realize was both necessary and difficult. So she was shocked when I said most of my friends didn’t know their way around a sewing machine. “But how do you make sure your clothes fit?!” Well, Grandma, people don’t wear heavy foundation wear any more and clothes don’t need to be as tailored as they did back in the day—it’s 1975 and the only alterations I need to do is hemming my flares so they just touch the floor when I’m wearing platforms.
Now you can back up and look at the broader picture, the one that says, but your car should be repairable by you as long as you have clear instructions, and you should be able to alter your clothes or make your own, and yes, you should know how to organize the files on the desktop of your laptop. But the fact that for the most part it’s become easier and easier to just not do those things (if they can be done at all) isn’t exactly the fault of Kids Today. And it’s certainly not meeting them where they are or even trying to understand why they feel they don’t need that knowledge if, instead of looking at why they don’t have it and maybe even don’t need it, you just decry their lack of the Deep Wisdom.
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ganondoodle · 6 months
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me: finally im able to cope with how much i hate totk and can fuel that energy into other things :)
nintendy: the shiekah tech just dissappeared and no one knows why or cares enough to investigate it lol. lmao. its gone bc the calamity is gone or something even tho it literally isnt bc ganondorf is right there haha lol, stop asking, why do you care. just forget it existed and look at that sexy goatman and glue instead!! glue! isnt that wild?? also its totally a direct, 100% same universe and exact same characters, despite them act totally out of character, sequel to botw-
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Thinking about the KaeyaJeanDiluc friendship where they grew up together and they were CLOSE & sure maybe Jean felt like Diluc & Kaeya were closer since they were brothers & sure maybe Kaeya felt like he had to keep secrets from the two of them bc they would never understand but they were like. A trio! A team!
& then Diluc’s 18th birthday comes around and everything goes to shit and Diluc LEAVES so they’re no longer KaeyaJeanDiluc but just Kaeya & Jean & in some ways Kaeya and Jean get closer because of it but there’s also a pronounced DISTANCE where Jean doesn’t know how to reach Kaeya anymore & Kaeya is even more determined not to tell Jean anything & they both lose themselves in their duties to Mondstadt while also missing Diluc and ALSO, despite everything, offering each other unconditional support
& then Diluc comes BACK & in addition to Kaeya & Jean there’s the shaky reestablishment of Jean & Diluc and Diluc & Kaeya but it’s not THE SAME. they’re no longer KaeyaJeanDiluc; Jean & Kaeya are knights and Diluc will never be a knight again & they all changed while Diluc was away & none of them know how to talk to each other anymore AND YET there’s still an undercurrent of trust!! Not fully, especially between Kaeya & Diluc, but Diluc still calls on Jean during the archon quest, trusting that she will keep their secrets even though as the acting grandmaster she should probably not. Jean says in her about Diluc voiceline that she understands why Diluc hates the knights & is working hard to make them an organization he can trust again. Kaeya covers for Diluc’s darknight hero escapades & fondly reminisces about their childhood in front of him. Diluc invited Kaeya to dinner at the winery & (afaik) never told anyone about Kaeya’s origins. Kaeya tells the traveler that they need to give Jean their full support and planned a birthday party for her. Jean left Kaeya in charge of Mondstadt when she went to the golden apple archipelago! On some level they recognize that their goals still align!! There’s still trust and love there but there’s also this gap between them that none of them know how to cross and I just!!!
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steddierthings · 1 year
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Part 3 of the Sad Steddie Scenario. Thank you to everyone who left comments, likes, and reblogs on the last two parts! They all made me so happy. 
Tag list - so many people asked to be tagged, which I was so grateful for, and I’ve tagged as many of you as I could (on this post and I’ll follow up with more that I couldn’t fit in a reblog, but that will be tomorrow because it is very late/early, and I am very sleepy), but it was really overwhelming, so I won’t be adding anyone else (if you’re already on it, I’ll keep tagging in future parts unless you ask me to stop). I’ll tag future installments with “steddier things: sad steddie scenario” if you’d like to follow that.
Someone asked if I would put this on ao3, and I likely will. I’d want to expand it, clean it up, make it more cohesive (I’m writing by the seat of my pants now). So, we’ll see!
Part One, Part Two
Previously on: Steve met the Corroded Coffin crew and it did not go well, resulting in a blowout fight with Eddie. Robin and Steve put their heads together to figure out why. No answers were to be found.
CW: alcohol mention, vomit mention, and uh, fair warning, it does not get happier yet. 
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Date night, Eddie’s POV
After Steve speeds off in a hail of gravel, Eddie stalks to his van, ready to tear out of there. If his van wasn’t such a piece of shit, he’d go on a joyride around Hawkins, terrorize the locals and work out this adrenaline. As it is, he just wants to find an empty field where he can scream and scream and scream. 
But when he tries to open the door, he realizes he left his keys back at the table next to his drink. He’s always doing that - he’s got too many stupid trinkets and baubles and random fucking keys he finds on the ground that he just has to stick on his key chain. They weigh his pants down so he’s always fucking leaving them everywhere, goddammit. He slams his hand against the van door. If he was feeling just a modicum more self destructive, he’d jimmy open the lock and hotwire it, but he knows how stupid that is.
He heads back inside. The music assails him as he opens the door, and normally he’d be into the rage and passion of tonight’s bill, who, despite being a local rival, Eddie normally likes, but tonight their voices are screeching, their guitars discordant. 
The guys have their heads together around the table like a bunch of gossiping biddies. Eddie steels himself before walking over. They look up when he steps up to the table, not even pretending they weren’t talking about him and Steve. 
“Well,” Gareth says, bitchy and smug. “That went exactly as well as I expected it to.” 
“Fuck off, man.” Eddie snags his keys, shoves them in his pocket. He wants to leave, but someone’s gotten him a new beer and alcohol sounds pretty good right about now. He takes a sip, sets the glass back down harder than he needs to. “It might have gone okay. I don’t know what the fuck was up with him tonight.” 
Gareth rolls his eyes. “What did you think was gonna happen, Eddie? Did you think he was going to come here and pal around with us and we were all going to be best friends?” 
“No, but—” 
“Good, because that was never going to happen.” Grant and Jeff nod in agreement. It pisses Eddie off. Maybe Steve hadn’t been at his best, but the guys barely gave him a chance to be anything else. All they did was talk about DnD, and maybe Steve was a little more…disengaged…with Eddie’s friends than Eddie’d hoped he’d be, but seriously what was he supposed to contribute to that conversation?  
Eddie had been planning this meet up for weeks. Sure, Steve saw the guys when he picked the kids up from Hellfire, which they held in Gareth’s basement now that school was out, but their interactions were comprised of a few tight-lipped smiles and nods hello and goodbye if the guys came out of the house at the same time as the kids. But Eddie wanted them all to get to know each other, be friendly if not friends. Steve had been all for it, but the guys had been giving him shit about it nonstop. Eddie’s furious that it turns out they were right, but he’s not going to let them gang up on his absent boyfriend without a fight.
“Why not? Because you think he wouldn’t be friends with freaks like us? His two best friends are literally a band geek and a 15-year-old who wears Weird Al t-shirts. He doesn’t think he’s too cool for us.” 
Jeff scoffed. “Man, he couldn’t even get my name right.” 
“I tried to talk to him about his DnD character,” Grant chimes in. “But he couldn’t tell me anything about it, not even what class it was.” 
That happened just before King Steve had decided he was done being nice to the plebes. After five minutes of the guys asking him questions and him responding with “What?” or, “Sorry, Eddie knows more about that,” or just straight up silence, Eddie was already on edge, embarrassed. So when Grant had asked what class his character was, and Steve had just shrugged and said, “Uh, Rogue…I think?” He’d looked at Eddie for confirmation. Eddied had almost lost it. 
Steve’s character was a Ranger, and Eddie’d spent the better part of an hour helping him decide on the class and the backstory so he could join a new one-shot campaign Eddie was putting together. But his friends don’t need to know that. 
“Why would he even remember that?” 
“Because you said you spent an hour with him one night coming up with it.” The smug look is back on Gareth’s face. Oops. Eddie forgot he’d told him.  
“He wore a Polo shirt,” Jeff says, despairing. “A Polo shirt, Eddie. To The Hideout!” 
Eddie lets out a growl of frustration. “Literally who cares! They’re just clothes!” He is not a violent man, but right now, Eddie wants to hit something. 
Gareth holds out a placating hand. “It’s not that we care what clothes he’s wearing, Ed. We care that you two don’t have anything in common. We care that he showed up half an hour late to hang out with your friends for the first time. We care that you try to bring him into your interests, and he doesn’t respect them.
“Yeah, you went through this shared trauma, but how long is that going to keep you together? The dude couldn’t even bother to learn the name of one of your best friends.” 
“Besides that,” Grant says. “He’s a bully.” 
“He’s not a bully, no. No.” The guys all object loudly to that. 
“Okay, okay!” Eddie says. “Maybe he wasn’t great in high school, but he didn’t bully you. Name on thing that he’s done to any of you. Personally.” Eddie’s eyes roam over them. “You can’t, can you?” 
“That’s not the point, and you know it,” Gareth says. 
“What’s the point then?” 
“If he’s bullied any of us, any freaks like us, then he’s bulled all of us. That’s something you said.” Gareth’s right in his face now, pokes him in the chest, keeps his finger pressed there. Eddie lets him, because he did say that, and more than that, he believed it. But whatever Steve had been in high school, Eddie knows, in his gut, that he isn’t that now. Except. Except what was tonight then? 
Eddie shakes his head, denying the truth of what they’re saying. He can’t be here anymore. He gulps down the last of his beer, pats his pocket to make sure he’d grabbed his keys, and says, “Fuck it, I’m out.” The guys don’t try to stop him. 
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Their disaster of a date was on Friday night. Eddie doesn’t call Steve on Saturday. He doesn’t call Steve on Sunday. He doesn’t call Steve on Monday. (Steve doesn’t call him either.) 
By Tuesday, Wayne’s fed up with his stewing. He nags Eddie into taking a shower and eating dinner wit him. Eddie lets him, because he could use his uncle’s perspective on things, even if Eddie knows he’s not too keen on Steve at all. 
Wayne listens quietly as Eddie relays his perspective on the evening, including everything the guys said after Steve left as he and Wayne chow down on microwave mac & cheese with hot dogs cut up in it. At the end of Eddie’s recitation, Uncle Wayne’s brow is furrowed. Eddie cringes. 
“I know it sounds bad, but he’s not normally like that. He’s not a bad guy, Uncle Wayne.”
“Hmm.” Wayne contemplates his empty bowl. “Did he know how important this night was to you?” 
Eddie shrugs. “Yeah. I mean, he knew how excited I was about it, so I think so.” 
“Did he make an effort to talk to your friends?” 
“He bought them a round?” That had to count for something, right? But Wayne snorts derisively. 
“Sounds like a Harrington.” 
“What’s that supposed to mean?” 
“Always throwing their money around,” Wayne waves a hand as if to demonstrate. “His daddy was the same way. You don’t need to make an effort if you’ve got enough money.” 
“Come on, Uncle Wayne, he was doing something nice.” 
“Hmm.” Before Eddie can get up from the table and start pacing at Uncle Wayne’s less than illuminating response, Wayne puts a hand on his shoulder, holding him there, serious. “Ed, listen. If he is as good as you say he is, I’ll try to believe you. But I look at him, and all I can think is,” he has to stop, not choked up, not quite. But whatever he is, it makes Eddie reach up, place his hand over the one on his shoulder. Squeeze. 
“All can think is, if he hadn’t been involved in whatever happened, would he have hunted my kid down too? Would he have been whipping the mob into a frenzy right next to that Carver boy?” Eddie’s shaking his head no, but Wayne barrels on. “Because I know his parents, and I know his type, and you telling me all this doesn’t make me think any better of him.” 
“He’s a good guy, Uncle Wayne. I promise.” 
“If he’s a good guy, why isn’t he here apologizing?” It’s the same question Eddie’s had since Friday night. Steve had fucked up, why wasn’t he groveling at Eddie’s feet? Did he not…did he not care? But that’s not a thought Eddie’s been able to face for very long. 
“I don’t know, maybe I should be apologizing to him.” 
Wayne eyes him sharply. “Did you do something worth apologizing for?” 
“He got mad about something at the end of the night. I don’t know what it was. But he was really mad.” Wayne loses the sharpness at that, rolls his eyes. 
“And he couldn’t be bothered to tell you why?” No, no he couldn’t. Wayne shakes his head. “Sounds like you’ve got some decisions to make, son.”
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Eddie’s got two days before the next Hellfire meeting. Two days before he won’t be able to avoid seeing Steve. He thinks about telling Dustin to let Steve know Eddie will drive them all home, but he’s still trying not to be a runner. 
So for two days he thinks on it and thinks on it and thinks on it. His mind keeps coming back to one thing. One stupid, small thing. Steve hadn’t remembered his character was a Ranger. That time with Steve, coming up with his character, teaching him about the characteristics of all the different classes, figuring out the backstory, rolling for his stats. It had meant so much to Eddie. It was silly, small, maybe. But he’d been so pleased, so happy to be sharing this with his boyfriend. And Steve hadn’t remembered it. 
Fuck. Fuck. Maybe everyone is right. If the Upside Down is what brought them together, what holds them together, that’s not enough to last. And Eddie’s only 20, he doesn’t need something that will last forever. Except he almost died and life is so short. 
So when Tuesday rolls around, and Steve’s parked his car at the curb in front of Gareth’s house, Eddie follows the kids out. Steve gets out of the car and approaches Eddie as the kids head past them, not paying attention to the weighted moment unfolding. Eddie sees Steve open his mouth, but Eddie has to say this quick or he won’t say it at all. 
“Listen, man. I don’t think…I don’t think this is such a good idea anymore.”
Steve’s mouth snaps shut, his brow scrunches up. “What, me picking the kids up from Hellfire?” A commotion behind them makes him turn around. 
“Hey, hey, break it up - Mike, Lucas, you’re in the back. Dustin, up front but no gloating, I mean it! God fucking dammit,” he says, turning back to Eddie. Raises his eyebrows in question. “What were you saying?” 
Can’t even be bothered to pay attention to me breaking up with him, Eddie thinks meanly. Guess I don’t have to worry if I’m doing the right thing.  He doesn’t notice the way nervous way Steve shifts on his feet, or the way his hands tap-tap-tap against his thighs to hide the fine tremor running through them. 
“Fucking—it’s been fun, Harrington, but I think we both knew this wasn’t going to work out, and Friday night just cemented it. Let’s quit while we’re ahead.” 
“Are you serious?” 
Eddie can’t make himself say yes, can barely make himself look at Steve. He nods once, short. A muted crash comes from inside the Beemer and Steve turns to look at the kids who are engaged in a slap fight across the seats. When he turns back to Eddie he looks…lost. 
“I’ve got to drive the kids home,” he says, and he sounds bewildered at the fact. “Fuck, I’ve got to—” he breaks off, sucks in air. 
“Steve?” His eyes snap to Eddie’s and Eddie flinches. He’s never seen Steve look like that. Bleak, hopeless. Eddie wants to vomit. He did that. He put that there. 
He wants to take it back. Haha, it’s a joke, see? Aren’t I such a goofball? Silly Eddie Munson, always joking around. But his tongue is thick in his mouth and the words won’t come. Instead, he reaches out, needing to touch his boyfriend, help him. But as soon as Eddie’s fingertips brush Steve’s arm, Steve comes back to himself. His eyes sharpen and he steps quickly away. “I’ve got to drive the kids home,” he says again, firm. 
He doesn’t waste any time heading back to his car, rounding the front and slipping inside. He yells something at the kids, starts the engine, and they’re gone. 
Eddie presses his hand to his mouth. “Fuck.” 
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In the car, Steve grips the steering wheel, knuckles white. Lucas, Will, and Mike are in the back talking game strategy, but Dustin sits quietly next to him. 
“Steve?” he says, voice small, smaller than Steve’s ever heard it. “You’re crying.” 
Steve puts a hand to his cheek and oh god, he’s crying. He didn’t know. He didn’t—He scrubs viciously at his face. 
“I’m fine, bud,” he says, the least convincing lie he’s ever told. “It’s just allergies.” 
Dustin looks like he wants to argue, but Steve jerks his head ‘no,’ a plea,  unwilling (unable) to tell Dustin, who loves Eddie, who might love him a little less if Steve gives him details. Steve couldn’t bear it. 
For once in his life, Dustin listens. He turns to the kids in back and joins in their argument. Steve turns the radio up and drives. 
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Part Four
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a2zillustration · 4 months
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Brain was working overtime trying to solve this one ahead of time so I could make good choices
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canisalbus · 4 months
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Hello! I love your art- you have a real talent for expressive eyes. You're a great cartoonist, and I can't wait to see more of your work
It's a little silly, but I just wanted to say- don't beat yourself up for having a reaction to needles after a bad experience. On a moral level, yes, but also a practical one.
It's normal for a body to react to a bad experience with fear. That's what fear evolved to do, warn you about something that could go wrong next time.
However, fear can be reinforced. If your body responds to a stimulus with fear, and then you feel a negative emotion around that memory, your nervous system goes "Wow! That was so bad that even thinking about it stresses me out. I'd better make sure to never let this happen again. Time to dial up the fear signal!"
Being kind to yourself about something frustrating or painful is hard in good conditions, and I don't want to minimize that. This isn't "don't let it bother you" or "just get over it" or "think positive" advice.
When a fear of needles happens to me again (the fear comes and goes), I try to treat it like I would a food aversion resulting from food poisoning. You know when you eat something bad, get sick and then the thought of the food is really gross for awhile? Like that!
I try to let myself be mildly annoyed, but not so much it gets my blood pressure up. Sadness doesn't seem to extend the length of the fear either. But anger, guilt, or shame for me really seem to reinforce the fear reactions.
Your mileage will vary, of course! For me, I went from no fear of needles, to fainting when an IV was put in, back to no fear with patience and time. Maybe this can be a bit of hope for you too! I wish you luck and a smooth road!
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buwheal · 29 days
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Do you have any other songs available? This jingle is starting to get a little old, no offense.
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gooboogy · 6 months
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The problem is they both make sense.
John lacks any agency, and as his abilities start "failing" he loses more of what little he has. The only things he can do is perceive the world through Arthur's eyes and talk to him in his head. That's it. He has no material effect on the world around them. He is solely 100% reliant on Arthur for his continued existence and influence on the world. He can't ignore Arthur whatsoever (unlike Arthur who can ignore John easy peasy) he can't Do anything but talk and observe (and also experience the deaths of people Arthur touches but ultimately that does nothing). Of course he is going to be distrustful of other people and possessive over Arthur.
Arthur feels like suddenly he can't rely on this very reliable thing that has been keeping him alive this whole time. It would shake anyone up. Especially with the shit they have to deal with? If he can't rely on directions he will be sliced to ribbons or shot without a chance of fighting back. They may as well be dead already. And for all of John's lack of agency, it's Arthur who has to actually deal with the consequences. He's the one who's getting wounded and torn to bits and has to fight all that. Plus it's HIS body. If someone's existence relies on your body, you have the right to refuse, bodily autonomy is a human right.
The problem is they've gone through this cycle before (cycle of learning and forgetting and learning that they are One Unit and need to work Together vs The Problems and forgetting) but never has it shaken Arthur so much. Even when they've argued before he would still listen to John's directions. But now? Everything is in question (as is probably the intent behind John's "failing" abilities.) They DO need other people to help and they DO need to be careful and include John. They cannot truly trust someone else while keeping John a secret or without his input. Arthur has the most control over the situation and the onus is on him to make the compromises. Yeah it's his body but 1) countless times he promised to John that they were in this together and 2) at this point separating them would be so traumatic that they may as well be One.
All of this is to say, curious that Arthur is so willing to tell Oscar about literally everything EXCEPT John. What happens if he does? What if there's someone else to assert for John in a way Arthur can't ignore so easily? Would that legitimize the shared ownership of Arthur's body? What does it mean for John to gain agency by the loss of Arthur's autonomy?
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angelic37 · 1 year
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daenerysies · 9 days
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“alicent making homophobic remarks the night of laena’s funeral isn’t cool considering laenor was shown to be heavily grieving his sister and didn’t deserve to be attacked during it (not to mention it was an obvious ploy on alicent’s part to divert attention from her committing literal treason).”
“b-bUT WHAT ABOUT DAEMON AND RHAENYRA FUCKING-“
i’m not gonna lie i don’t particularly care that they had sex that night. was it disrespectful? for sure. did it harm anyone for them to do it? it, in fact, did not. two consenting adults having sex away from prying eyes and keeping to themselves < an entitled boy purposely calling a girl at her mother’s funeral (whom he had never interacted with before) a pig and ridiculing her grief. laena’s storyline was cut short because the writers decided she wasn’t important enough to make into a proper character that isn’t at the mercy of other characters (it’s something i’m forever going to be salty about, daemon and rhaenyra loved her with all their hearts and were absolutely devastated when she passed) but out of those two scenarios who do you think she would be more upset with?
the people who bring this up in retaliation cannot handle alicent taking any criticism whatsoever. in all honesty i wouldn’t even care if her fans would just say ‘yeah, it was shitty. don’t really care though.’ it would at least save me the time of reading think piece after think piece on why alicent deserved to get her lick back against rhaenyra for her lot in life (caused by otto and viserys) by focusing on her pain rather than her son’s. these are the same people who try to claim that most of rhaenyra’s children and step children secretly hate her, due to wanting ‘complex and nuanced relationships’ to occur (they actually also can’t handle that rhaenyra was a great mom all around to all of her kids, and that maybe they need to be focusing those feelings on the green kids with their parents instead). let’s be serious for just one moment: it makes more sense that the children who were neglected by one parent and abused by the other having complicated familial feelings than children who were (for the most part) raised in a relatively stable and loving environment.
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vidapon · 10 months
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doodles of my favourite series ash bc it's real comfort character hours..!!
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jenna-louise-jamie · 29 days
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i cannot stop thinking about ian rider. more specifically, how alex had so many unprocessed feelings about him after his death. imagine being an orphan, getting adopted by your uncle as a baby, having him raise you for 14 years then discovering he lied to you your entire life. that he [unintentionally or not] trained you to be something you never wanted to be under the guise of bonding with you. never being able to ask him what his actual intentions were because he's dead. never getting closure for it. im going to throw up.
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itsnothingofinterest · 11 months
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Isn't it weird that Dabi is literally burning to death in front of their eyes and the Todorokis are still talking about how it's causing problems for other people? Like? Priorities? Also wasn't that the whole root of the issue back when Toya was a child and all he did was complain about his father mistreating him they considered THAT to be him causing problems for other people?
Oh totally. I swear, everyone has villain tunnel vision this arc; focused more on if someone’s causing a bother than addressing any root issues.
And with Dabi specifically, no one wants to talk about his feelings; and if they bring up his health it's never the first thing they say to him no matter how obvious his damage is. Shoto says their childhoods & dad may have sucked but he's still bad for being a villain, Enji said one thing to Touya he could comprehend before the brain damage set-in and it was to ask about Shoto's well-being, and now we see Natsuo telling him to stop being a villain while watching him burn to death. Like I don't want to throw too much shade at his siblings but this prioritization of everything but his feelings & welfare is just Touya's childhood all over again.
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fairyroses · 8 months
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requested by @lexkent: the scene in "Shattered" where Lana sees Lex on the ground in the stable sitting curled into himself, and she looks anguished to see him in such a state, and she's so kind and compassionate to him
+ bonus Lana, after literally almost dying:
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simplyender · 3 months
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ALSO THAT CONCEPT ART U SAW ???? DO U HAVE IT ON HAND???
always 😎
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i love how unhappy and dissatisfied spot looks here, it really does go to show that it doesnt matter how much power spot gets, hell still be miserable inside, and revenge wont fix that, because the problem is ultimately himself and his complete lack of self worth. he wallows in his own unhappiness until noticing miles, snapping to attention at the sight of who is effectively the only person left in his life, the one with the most meaning to him...and the punching bag for all of his pain.
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