spooky controversial thoughts below the cut oh noooo
also this might be jumbled bc i'm sick right now so if you need me to clarify anything please reach out and i will
i'm gonna be completely honest i don't think a lot of y'all are helping with the hannah situation. obviously she has a long way to go in holding herself actually accountable, i've seen her apology and it's not a very good one. however, the amount of people foaming at the mouth the minute she posts anything takes away from the seriousness of any calls for accountability that might still be happening and buries them. people picking fights in her replies bc she "talks about her producer too much" when her producer is her boyfriend or some random shit just isn't productive and frankly she had the right to defend herself against that behaviour in the replies to her tweets. it might just be me but i feel like making a massive deal out of pretty much everything she posts does more harm than good.
by all means, please ask her to actually take accountability if you want, especially as there's no way for her to actually counteract the harm she has caused without it. call her out on these things- we need to make sure that's done, even if she ignores it so that marginalised members of communities who will know who she is know that behaviour like hers isn't accepted, but i am begging you please stop throwing at tantrum at generally harmless posts because it's just counterproductive.
i know the fact that i have publicly said that i like her music and i don't hate her might mean this is easy to overlook as someone that wants to sweep it all under the rug or smth like that so i am gonna make it clear that she has a lot of work to do in terms of accountability and the main purpose of this was to try and point out that some of the gvf fandom are holding that back which could perpetuate the issues with the things she has said, and personally i'd rather not see that happen.
and i'm gonna quickly clarify one last thing- i cannot accept any apology from her for her racist and fatphobic comments, so obviously i won't. it's not my place to do that. i am queer and disabled so could accept an apology for her queerphobic and ableist comments and as of right now, i don't accept her apology bc like i said, it's not a good apology.
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What if you could find the Divine Beasts in the Depths?
You’re in this dark, alien environment, strange noises echoing around you, the inescapable anxiety your only companion. Squinting in the distance, you see a frighteningly familiar shade of blue flicker, faint in the distance.
Cautiously moving forward, you begin to realise the blue belongs to something much, much larger than a possible guardian. Eventually, an ancient behemoth looms overhead, still, silent, and empty, both at rest and unnervingly calm. A strange, restless melancholy replaces the sense of creeping dread, no less uneasy than before.
Entering the resting stone, in the corner of your eyes, you see movement flicker. At first you think a spirit, perhaps the Champions still linger… but deep down you know they’ve passed on… right?
Echoing footsteps fill the silence as you press on, avoiding gloom where there had once been malice, a desecration of a sacred resting place. You see the flicker again, turn on your foot and see for a split second, a beloved friend, an uneasy rival, a stalwart protector, a steadfast leader, an ally, a painful reminder of your worst failure. Even now, years later, it stings.
You try to get their attention, but there is no response. Instead, you watch. And realise. And mourn again. There are no spirits here. Not in the vast, decaying depths, not in the final resting places of a final hope.
These are echoes of the ones you knew. You can see them in the corner of your eyes sometimes, going about preparations for that ill-fated battle. It’s eerie, made no better by the Grand Poes gently swaying, their locations random but making uncomfortable sense.
Sometimes, on unlucky days, it is not preparations that these echoes go through. Pain torn screams faintly heard as their final moments are played out, a play on an eerie stage.
Vah Medoh groans in the dark, as the image of her pilot slams limply on her back, wing torn, and struggles to get up, defiance in his glare even now.
Vah Ruta cries a warning, as her pilot slumps over the controls, never seeing her killer, her last thought to warn the others.
Vah Rudania braces herself, as the echo of her pilot does the same, but the shield shatters, a flash of phantom heat coating the area, followed by darkness.
Vah Nabooris strides steady, until her pilot, fatigued from a relentless assualt, makes one fatal misstep in her final dance, lightning crackling in the air.
The stone beasts are restless, aware of the new threat, and unable to let go of the last pilots they’ll ever have, desperately trying to fight once more. But instead, they lay still, silent, a monument to their pilots lost to time.
What if you could find the Divine Beasts in the Depths?
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