#i don't know if this makes any sense

[drinkcrywrite]

something about how lottie greeted misty

misty never really believed in the cult

everyone else, they've justified to themselves, the things they did out there. we did it to survive. we all got caught up in the belief of this thing that made us do it. even tho they all acknowledge after they were rescued that there was no supernatural thing making them do anything, they still hide somewhat from making the choice to do so

misty is probably the only one who says " yeah. we did those things. nothing made us do it. nothing was ever making us."

her face after the pit girl feast in the pilot. the rest were all caught up in the ceremony of it all. they picked a victim. they hunted her down. they drained her and cooked her and presented her to the antler queen for approval, and approval was given. it was a group ritual.

for misty, it was dinner. she'll play along, play her part, presenting the food. but it was just another meal.

and that, not scares lottie, but unnerves her. whether she's believing that she was sick and needs her meds, or that there really was something out there with them, the presence of misty there doesn't work. doesn't let her believe whatever she wants to about what happened

#yellowjackets #yellowjackets spoilers #misty quigley #lottie matthews #i don't know if this makes any sense #i don't even usually have strong feelings about misty #but the meeting between the two of them was so interesting #lottie's energy upon seeing her #the way misty said ''charlotte'' #all just very interesting

[thefandomtraveler]

this is probably not a really popular opinion, but I kind of hope they will scratch the kuwei kiss out in the spin-off? I know people would love the potential angst that would come with it but in the show it will hurt so much more and now that wesper is established (and literally lives together) I just don't think it should happen it feels so wrong

#i don't know if this makes any sense #just needed to get this out of my head #jesper fahey #wylan van eck #kuwei yul bo #six of crows #crooked kingdom #shadow and bone #shadow and bone season 2 #wesper

[s3janus]

Some Frankenstein adaptations I've seen end up with Clerval getting involved with the creature in some way. Whether it's through finding out about him or even helping to create the bride. It is a fun concept, but I feel like it defeats a lot of the purpose of his character. I think that one of the most important things about Clerval is that he is kept entirely separate from the creature until his death.

Clerval partially symbolises what Victor could've been like if he wasn't consumed by the desire to try and harness life and death and never gave the creature life. I think he should be kept separate from the creature on that principle alone, but there are other things, too.

Henry is a form of escapism for Victor. He provides Victor with a place where he doesn't have to worry about the creature. For the most part, he is able to forget about his turmoil when he's with Henry. Even when his worries are plaguing him, he is at least able to enjoy being with Henry.

After Henry arrives in Ingolstadt, the creature is nowhere to be seen. Although the creature is watching Victor throughout their travels across Britain, he does not appear to Victor until Henry is gone.

The creature and Clerval are almost like two separate worlds: the place that embodies all of Victor's deepest regrets and the place where he doesn't have to worry about them.

When the creature and Clerval do come together, it results in Clerval's death. Victor loses the place of peace he used to have and falls into a depressive state.

Henry provides Victor with relative peace, happiness and escapism. In order for him to provide that, Victor would want to do everything he can to ensure that Henry never finds out about the creature. He would want to ensure that they are kept separate. Which would probably mean... not wanting to get him involved with it

#i don't know if this makes any sense #frankenstein #victor frankenstein #henry clerval #gothic literature #classic literature #mary shelley #goth lit #clervalstein #clervenstein

[willowedhepatica]

Beatrice grew up with knife in hand. Tightly held, knuckles whitening. There's your anger. Release it. Release it.

It was moulded against the shape of her palm. Her mother would adjust her posture by a single tap against a surface. Practised in. All a part of the act. Her father would make her lift her head higher and she would hide her hands behind her back where the resentment lay. She would pretend the gesture didn't make the blood drip down her fingers.

It made her ache. For the acknowledgement of her father and the acceptance of her mother.

She never got it.

The good thing about it, because she needed to believe she got something good out of it – was that she grew skilled at using it to her advantage.

It kept people at a distance. Knives glint, so do her eyes. In warning, in desperation. Don't come closer. (Please do.)

She carried it through her time in boarding school, quiet and on guard. She learned in time that there was more than one use for it. Authority liked someone who they could control. Who could take every order with a small nod of their head and rise of their shoulders. She learned that it kept others away. Good.

If she could not be wanted, she would be needed.

The OCS needed her to fight. Finally she could fight. She could lay her knife before God and pray for forgiveness. He would make her pick it up again. Rise. With bruised knees and scarred knuckles. Be useful.

Her bones ached with every hit. Doesn't matter. Hold on. Her hands shook from the hours upon hours of practice, repetition of the clash. Repeat it. The knife gives you purpose. The knife makes you useful. Be useful.

You need to hold on.

Don't ever let go.

She had no doubt of the latter until a woman who beamed, breathtaking, like the sun, (could she be the sun?) Nudged her hand open, finger by finger and made the knife fall.

It clattered, rattling through her lungs – to the floor.

Beatrice despised her for it. No. No. But God did it to scare her.

“You can relax, Bea. We choose this location for a reason, right? There's no danger here.”

You're wrong. She wanted to say, bite. You're the danger. Everything unravels when you're around and I am not strong enough to handle it.

The church in Switzerland was fifteen minutes away by foot. Beatrice slid out of bed, stiff to the bone from having Ava's body against her – warm, so, so, warm. Burning. Perhaps it was the halo. She had to look into that.

Ava didn't notice her leave, or at least she didn't acknowledge it the many times it happened.

Beatrice came before God empty handed. What else did she have if not the knife? What else was she if she couldn't grip it?

She quickly realised Ava reached for everything. In the need for touch. In the need to feel. She took her hand one day and squeezed.

Beatrice squeezed back, lungs rattling in replay.

Oh, this will be her downfall.

But she would hold on. She would hold on.

Let her burn. Let this be her destruction. For it, at least, would always be warmer than the blade.

#warrior nun #sister beatrice #avatrice #i don't know if this makes any sense #but i wrote it because it's kty's birthday #and her role as beatrice is just fantastic #i wish to get better at writing her character as time goes on

[headless-thoughts]

thinking about how Arthur's insecurities and (sometimes self-)destructive behaviour go hand in hand with his biggest flaw and virtue: his loyalty, and in this case, his loyalty to Dutch

thinking about he was so deep into the outlaw lifestyle, so deep into following Dutch, that he never could imagine living another life. How he was an active part of a gang, of a family, for so long, that he sees himself as an extension and tool for the Gang (i.e. Dutch) to use and saw no other purpose in his body or life than doing that and based his self-worth on that.

thinking about how once Arthur began to question everything and doubt Dutch and his plans, he didn't see a way out of it for himself (again, because his whole life and his whole purpose (to him) are based upon Dutch and said plans) and therefore rather fought for a way for John, who he sees as his younger brother, and his family to get out safely than trying and change his way of life.

thinking about how even when everything went wrong during and after the last job, Arthur was still so loyal, still believed that Dutch was able to see clearly, as to return to camp one last time (knowing the chances of him surviving are minimal at best) and try to reason with him.

thinking about how during his final fight with Micah, Arthur still wanted Dutch to turn out good in the end and still tried to convince him.

thinking about when Arthur died, suffocating because of the liquids in his lungs, he finally had to face that his loyalty to Dutch was for nothing, and still finding peace with being able to get John away from the life he falsely spent idolizing and trusting a man who turned his back on him.

#red dead redemption 2 #red dead redemption #rdr2 #arthur morgan #dutch van der linde #john marston #I don't know if this makes any sense #it's 3 am #I'm lowkey high #and really tired

[sammy8d257]

Something something

the difference between Purple and King becoming friends/found family when Purple is portrayed as a teenager versus when Purple is portrayed as an adult

something something

Purple being an adult having experienced their entire childhood/teenage years already and learning their life isn't dictated by those years

something something

King seeing an adult Purple as an equal instead of as a parent and going from acquaintances to friends to family

something something

Found Family made up of Adults who had their own lives beforehand and are now learning to navigate around the past while still building a future together

something something

#Sammy8D says #Taking a break from my last final to think poetically about Purple and King #Theres just something about their dynamic that hits different when its between 2 adults instead of an adult and a child/teen #Like don't get me wrong one of my favorite tropes is troubled teen gets adopted by a jaded adult #But like #The vibes of 2 adults having already lived parts of their lives seperate from each other #and then coming together to form something akin to a family #A found family if you will #M a n #I don't know if this makes any sense #But theres a big difference in my head #avm purple #avm king #purple stick figure #king stick figure #Sammy8D Stick Stuff

[the-girl-in-the-high-castle]

The more I think about it, I’m actually starting to think that Maura might not be the one that created the simulation. When you try and understand who she is as a character it kind of points you to that direction.

Somehow I don’t believe Maura would be a person who so easily runs from the pain and difficult situations in her life without facing them. From the moment we meet her she looks like someone who would never run away from anything, she looks like someone who’s ready to face the devil himself. 

She is someone who is more afraid of losing her mind than losing her life. The fact that she walked in front of a dozen guns without a single thought because she wanted answers, she wanted to make sure she isn’t going insane, is just one of the things that prove it. 

So if the reason for creating the simulation is running away from pain, I don’t believe it’s what Maura would do. 

#1899 netflix #1899 #1899 theories #maura franklin #i don't know if this makes any sense

[teds-asso]

Been thinking about how Shandy was wearing Keeley's lion costume from season one at the music video and how Shandy definitely never even considered being a panda before she chose lion. Obviously, this isn't a bad thing, Rebecca was a lion from the start too, but she was already the top boss when she said so. I think the difference is Keeley knew she was still just a panda who needed to put in the work to grow in being a lion and become boss material, while Shandy has arrived seeing herself as a lion and already boss material

#ted lasso #shandy #keeley jones #I don't know if this makes any sense #I wanted to say it more eloquently but I've had a long and horrible day so this is the best I've got

[himbodiaz]

often, i think about young eddie and how present-day eddie thinks of him. about how much he probably wishes that he could protect him from, the hurts that he would stop himself from getting. and with eddie going back to texas, and no doubt back to that very first trauma, i can’t help but think about how this hurt was one he never could have avoided getting.

because this first hurt, this first trauma, likely wasn’t the result of an action eddie could have stopped himself from doing. for someone who has gone through as much as eddie has, the place where he was supposed to feel the safest, supposed to be protected, was the place that his traumas began. and there is something so deeply painful about the people who were never supposed to hurt you being the source of that very first hurt.

present-day eddie knows that parents aren’t infallible, he knows that sometimes they make mistakes that can’t be fixed, cause pain that never truly goes away, only lessens. but he also knows that loving your child for who they are, and not who you want them to be, no matter how many mistakes you make, or how many times you fail, is the most important thing.

and the thought of eddie going back to texas, specifically to reconcile with his father, having done the work to make sure he’s the best possible father for chris, pulls at something deep inside my chest. because eddie can look at his son and know that he has done better, he knows that he didn’t do to chris what his own father did to him.

but there’s the other side of that coin, of wishing that someone had done that for him--had seen that they weren’t being the parent he needed them to be, and changed, so that they could nurture him and help him grow. eddie, trying to reconcile with the fact that his own father never once realized that all the ways he thought he was helping him, were in fact cutting him off at the knees.

and something about eddie forgiving his younger self for not being able to avoid this pain. because no matter what, it wasn’t his fault. eddie, allowing himself to let go of the shame and guilt and pain that has been a part of him for so long he cannot remember a time he didn’t feel it echoing inside his chest. whatever this first trauma was, it wasn’t his fault, it wasn’t something he could have avoided, or something he has to seek absolution for.

#i don't know if this makes any sense #but my heart always aches for young child eddie #okay yeah reading it over i still think it makes no sense #but i have a lot of feelings and an exam im procrastinating studying for

[poppiesandpromises]

I don’t want to force anyone into understanding me, only wanted a sense of direction on effective communication and boundaries. Somewhere where both sides could meet eye to eye and feel cared for.

Thank you!

I think in this case, then, conversation is definitely in order. If you haven't communicated your needs then you probably should. You can broach it gently, an attack will not be beneficial to either of you. Maybe your love languages aren't the same— are you acts of service while they are physical touch? Do you need words of affirmation but they're putting gas in the car, cooking dinner, doing laundry? Sometimes people love us the way they want to be loved— it's like that Richard Siken quote: "if you love me, you don't love me in a way I understand." Pay attention to their actions. Maybe they've been saying I love you in their language all along.

#I don't know if this makes any sense #thanks for the ask! 💗

[meiotis]

Trying my hand at 5 sentence fics and Maxiel 2/?: underground, Maxiel

It has to be at least five in the morning when they make it to the subway station, having been abandoned by their friends earlier in the night. Neither of them feels confident enough to figure out the ticket system, so they decide to just jump over the gates—the first subways only just started running again, and there wasn't anyone around to tell them off.

"It's like we're the only people in the world," Max says when they see that there isn't anyone waiting for the subway either, and "we of course should have just taken a taxi anyway."

Daniel smiles as he grabs Max's hand, drawing him closer than is acceptable when they're seen together in public, but not as close as they can have each other in private.

"At least now I can kiss you," Daniel murmurs right before he makes good on his words, closing the distance even more and feeling those familiar, soft lips pressed against his own.

Feel free to send me a prompt if you feel like it!

#maxiel #I don't know if this makes any sense #5 sentence fics #max verstappen #daniel ricciardo #max verstappen/daniel ricciardo #max/daniel #f1 rpf #my ficlet

[flamestar1031]

every so often I think about how whenever I do post art, it's either whatever fps game I've got on the brain (Doom, Fallout and Bioshock were big ones. I'm lumping resi4 here too even though its third person.) or like. precure fanart.

my two genres are FPS and magical girl. I feel like at this point these are part of my dna

#talkin time #I don't know if this makes any sense #I was just thinking about how before my two leon pieces I posted #the last thing I posted was cure wing fanart #and like. idk. i think that's kinda funny #also the wires have been crossed #I have not posted anything about this but rattling around in my brain #is an fps game inspired by magical girl things #you got the power of friendship and this gun you found

[fadedfromtheportraits]

I came out as aroace to a friend group of mine, and ever since then, they've started censoring themselves when it comes to sexual topics, and I get that they're trying to be considerate, but I'm actually very neutral (leaning towards positive) when it comes to sex, on the other hand though, I *AM* very romance averse, sometimes to the point where it makes me physically sick just to hear people talking about it. And then today I was browsing through tiktok and I saw an "aroace aesthetic" video and it was composed of mostly cozy sweaters and squishmellows and just generally "cutesy" stuff, and don't get me wrong, there is absolutely nothing wrong with that, if you're aroace and fit this stereotype I absolutely love that for you, but personally I'm so so tired of people assuming me being aroace automatically means I'm all pure and innocent. I also know that constantly getting called cold and heartless must be just as bad, but at this point, I'd rather that, really, at least that would be slightly closer to the truth.

#i don't know if this makes any sense #there are other factors too that might contribute that come into play here #like autism #or race #but I don't feel qualified enough to speak on the latter #maybe I'll go into more detail about the former one day though #aroace #sex neutral #romance averse

[runacie]

The thing is if you take the viewpoint that abortion is bad because children being born = good and assign that action as being positive rather than neutral, it's only logical to extend this into believing that women should be giving birth as often as they can in order to create as many new lives as possible. This is how we've ended up with religious groups who encourage their women to be constantly pregnant because they view making new humans as a moral imperative and by not doing that women are actively preventing people from existing and that is seen as bad.

I don't have any children, but would the hypothetical me who has given birth be a better person with a greater, more meaningful life than the real me because she had brought a new person into this world? I don't believe that is the case. It's true that motherhood takes a lot of strength and can be very rewarding, but I think saying that it is inherently positive is a dangerous path to go down. Ideally I think conceiving a child should be seen as a neutral act, one that women can take if they choose to but not something that should be celebrated as them doing something fundamentally "good" or "holy".

#i don't know if this makes any sense #but i want to get it off my chest

[running-in-the-dark]

I'm glad I didn't have access to the internet when I was a kid, and that when I did, there was no social media or any of that. I was just thinking how frustrated I sometimes get when I see other people's absolutely amazing art because it makes my own art feel completely inadequate in comparison.

I'm 30, so I know that stuff doesn't matter and it doesn't really discourage me too much. but if I could see all of this stuff at 10, 11 years old? I think I would have stopped drawing.

#I don't know if this makes any sense #but like for me it was like.. I saw some good art in art class and a few books we had at home #and the few times we went to museums #this isn't a brag but I was really the best artist in my grade at school #so I felt good about my art. really good #I guess it could also have helped. maybe. there's so many awesome tutorials out there now #but I really think with my brain being the way it is I just would have stopped making art

[butchfalin]

the funniest meltdown ive ever had was in college when i got so overstimulated that i could Not speak, including over text. one of my friends was trying to talk me through it but i was solely using emojis because they were easier than trying to come up with words so he started using primarily emojis as well just to make things feel balanced. this was not the Most effective strategy... until. he tried to ask me "you okay?" but the way he chose to do that was by sending "👉🏼👌🏼❓" and i was so shocked by suddenly being asked if i was dtf that i was like WHAT???? WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME?????????? and thus was verbal again

#yeehaw #1k #5k #10k #posts that got cursed. blasted. im making these tag updates after... 19 hours? #also i have been told it should say speech loss bc nonverbal specifically refers to the permanent state. did not know that! #unfortunately i fear it is so far past containment that even if i edited it now it would do very little. but noted for future reference #edit 2: nvm enough ppl have come to rb it from me directly that i changed the wording a bit. hopefully this makes sense #also. in case anyone is curious. though i doubt anyone who is commenting these things will check the original tags #1) my friend did not do this on purpose in any way. it was not intended to distract me or to hit on me. im a lesbian hes a gay man. cmon now #he felt very bad about it afterwards. i thought it was hilarious but it was very embarrassed and apologetic #2) “why didn't he use 🫵🏼?” didn't exist yet. “why didn't he use 🆗?” dunno! we'd been using a lot of hand emojis. 👌🏼 is an ok sign #like it makes sense. it was just a silly mixup. also No i did not invent 👉🏼👌🏼 as a gesture meaning sex. do you live under a rock #3) nonspeaking episodes are a recurring thing in my life and have been since i was born. this is not a quirky one-time thing #it is a pervasive issue that is very frustrating to both myself and the people i am trying to communicate with. in which trying to speak is #extremely distressing and causes very genuine anguish. this post is not me making light of it it's just a funny thing that happened once #it's no different than if i post about a funny thing that happened in conjunction w a physical disability. it's just me talking abt my life #i don't mind character tags tho. those can be entertaining. i don't know what any of you are talking about #Except the ppl who have said this is pego/ryu or wang/xian. those people i understand and respect #if you use it as a writing prompt that's fine but send it to me. i want to see it #aaaand i think that's it. everyday im tempted to turn off rbs on it. it hasn't even been a week