did loki just compare thor falling for jane with what he feels for mobius?
"and when he came back, he was different. changed somehow. I thought it was weakness. I mocked him. said he'd gone soft."
He just said these words while actively defending mobius after sylvie hurt him. He said those words while thinking about mobius and while standing in the pie room where they had one of their most intimate moments.
loki is different because of mobius. he's become weaker and soft because of mobius. the exact same thing that happened to his brother has now happened to him, and he's completely aware of it.
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y'know it's funny how we talk about certain fan reactions to izzy's death bc i watched the recent m*a*s*h documentary where they talked about abyssinia henry (an episode which kills off a major character) and there was a clip of the showrunner quoting angry letters he received after that episode aired:
'you tricked us' 'you sucked us in' 'we thought this was a comedy show' 'how dare you toy with our feelings'
this is a show set in the KOREAN WAR and people still felt a character death was a 'trick' and a betrayal. not only that but i cannot express how thematically relevant and important this death was for the entire thesis of the show. and yet they received 1,000 letters from viewers about it (though some were praising the episode, and it is overall viewed positively in retrospect).
idk i just found it interesting. this episode came out in 1975 and nothing's really changed.
start discourse on this post and i'll cut off your toes.
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Thunderstorms Cast Dancing Shadows
shadowlily mini-fic for @pinkvaquita :>
main warning for this fic is just, minor headcanon of shadow milk turning into a cat when he's spooked (get catboy'd you fu-) and being scared of thunder, also acknowledging that shadow milk is probably fucking traumatized by the events of his (and the other beasts') imprisonment
white lily in a sweater my beloved she is so comfy
alright enjoy shadowlily nation this is definitely not enough food for a day but oh well
Crackle.
Hiss.
Crackle.
Hiss.
It had been storming for the last few hours, the storm only growing worse as the hours from the early morning passed into the afternoon.
White Lily was sat in a window sill of the library, a green sweater over her usual dress as a blue and black 'cat' cowered under her arm. She had been reading a book when it began to thunder and the 'cat' suddenly appeared, forcing it's way into her space.
It had been a few hours since then, and the 'cat' was still there, trying to burrow deeper into her sweater whenever it thundered.
With a soft sigh, the guardian shook her head, setting aside the book she was reading. "Shadow, we're inside, you're fine."
"No I'm not!" The 'cat' protested, it's voice distorted and distressed compared to normal. White Lily frowned slightly, raising an eyebrow as she watched the 'cat'.
Crackle.
The 'cat' panicked as it thundered once more, shaking uncontrollably as it huddled away under the guardian's arm, ears pinned back against it's trembling head.
For a moment, White Lily stared at it, narrowing her eyes in thought, before it clicked.
Slowly, she turned over onto her side, carefully scooping up the trembling 'cat' to hold it in her arms, close against her chest where it could feel the faint beat of her heart.
"W-wha-"
"I know it scares you, Shadow Milk, and I understand why, but you're safe." White Lily's tone had softened greatly, her hand gliding over Shadow Milk's back as he shook. A calm hum fell from her lips as she pressed her forehead to his.
Shadow Milk was quiet as he relaxed, his form returning to it's usual cookie state as he wrapped his limbs around her. Her words were comforting, even if only slightly.
"…Promise?"
"I promise."
Shadow Milk, a cookie that usually smiled too brightly, frowned slightly, as he nestled his face into her chest. His just barely larger frame trapped hers, his arms wrapped around her waist with his legs tangled between hers.
"No more red sky…" White Lily began to whisper, her hand trailing up to the jester's head to gently brush aside his bangs. "No more forks…no more silver tree…"
"You're free…you're safe…"
The rest of the day, and well into the evening, was spent with Shadow Milk still clinging to White Lily, as she rested her lips against his forehead, her eyes peaking over his hair to read the book in her free hand.
As long as it brought the beast comfort, the guardian couldn't bring herself to mind too much.
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so in former cult news
i work with several former cultists at my current job, and here's a conversation i just had with one of them at the end of the day today. let's call him G.
G: so i tried to do my taxes over the weekend
Me: (immediately loses all expression in my face because boy do i not want to talk about someone's fucking taxes)
G: couldn't do them though
G: it turns out that i had been paying for insurance for the past year and a half at the old place but i was never actually covered
Me:
Me:
Me: WHAT
G: yeah. i never got a 1095 from them, and when i called to get my paperwork, they said they didn't have any.
Me: ???????????? G??????????? ARE YOU KIDDING ME???????
G: yeah. i can't believe i did that... that i let it go for that long without noticing.
Me: WAIT, STOP
Me: G, CULT LEADER DOESN'T PAY INTO THE HEALTH INSURANCE AT THAT PLACE. YOU WERE PAYING OUT OF POCKET. I KNOW HOW MUCH THAT COVERAGE COSTS EVERY MONTH. IF YOU PAID INTO THAT FOR OVER A YEAR WITHOUT COVERAGE, CULT LEADER OWES YOU LIKE $6400.
G: well. i called the insurance company. i tried three different numbers. two of them said they couldn't help me. the third one told me i had to call my employer.
Me: oh no...
G: so.
G: i called my employer.
Me: oh my goD?
G: Assistant Manager told me that the accountant said that i had to call the insurance company. i told him i did that, and he came back to me with "the cult doesn't pay into your insurance. you paid for it. so you should see the deductions being taken out on your paystub."
Me: ... and?
G: that's it. that's all he said.
Me: the issue isn't if the money was taken out -- you know that the money was taken out. the issue was that you weren't covered! Assistant Manager fucking knows better!
G: i know. it's just pure spite and pettiness.
G: but now i don't know what to do.
Me: G, you call a lawyer.
G: i don't know...
Me: what do you mean, you don't know??
Me: Cult Leader is NEVER going to pay you that money on his own. P had to threaten him with a lawyer to get his final paycheck, and this is WAY MORE MONEY than that. this is theft. Cult Leader STOLE IT FROM YOU.
G: i just don't see how i could possibly win against someone with his kind of money, is all.
Me:
G: well. i'll think about it, i suppose.
G: thanks, sirea.
G: (clocks out and goes home)
Me:
Me:
Me:
Me:
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do any of you guys feel, like, utterly insane about this? like, so many people across America are calling for America to stop supporting a literal genocide. like, at the bare minimum, stop sending weapons and aid to the country committing the genocide (never mind embargos and blockades and trade restrictions and outright condemnation). and then across the political spectrum our leaders are like "no actually we won't; we'll continue aiding and abetting war crimes and upholding colonial empires/apartheid nations and bombing countries who disagree with us." and America is heralded as part of the 'free world' that can 'commit no war crimes' when homeless people are starving and indigenous people don't get their land back and police brutality against black folks is at an all time high (under a DEMOCRAT PRESIDENT MIND YOU) and you have to pay ungodly amounts of money so that you don't die and muslim/arab folks are being hatecrimed and killed and the incarceration rate keeps going up, up, up. truly this is a nation for only two groups of people: white conservatives and white liberals. billions of dollars that could change our infrastructure for the better is going to bomb innocent civilians under an empire of apartheid. am i going fucking crazy??? is this really, truly happening???
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