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tuiyla · 11 months
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I know you're on your BtVS feels rn, but I was wondering what are your thoughts on how Cordy was treated in AtS season 4...
Oh boy!! BtVS and AtS feels are pretty much the same to me. I'm so glad someone asked but rest assured I was going to rant about it unprompted anyway, at some point.
My thoughts are 👿👿😒😕🙄 Buckle up!
After how good season 3 was Cordelia and how I finally felt like she was on a show that deserved her, they go and do this. I found the whole season disappointing but particularly Cordy's role, or lack of it. So like, what, was Cordy just not actually there for the majority of the season? They're gonna retcon my girl like that, make it divine intervention that she got the visions and used them valiantly? It feels very disrespectful to the character who's grown SO much. It's like spitting in the face of her whole LA journey. The audacity to have her arc end like that last season only for them to turn around and say SIKE! Ha, you thought she could earn being a higher power? Please. It was all orchestrated.
Ngl part of me was glad it wasn't actually Cordelia who slept with Angel's son (choosing to believe that was fully Jasmine's possession) but still!! And the fact that she was nothing but a puppet this season. The fact that they had to go with a stupid pregnancy storyline. They reduced her to not only a pawn in what was going to be a hugely empowering story but also to little more than an incubator. I already disliked the one episode storyline of forced magical pregnancy that she had with Veronica Mars co-star Ken Marino back in s1. And the Darla pregnancy already didn't sit well with me at all in how it used her character as a prop to further Angel's story. But this? This is both of those combined and worse. I quite honestly hated it more than I've ever hated any other Buffyverse storyline. The Trio were just annoying and not funny. This was insulting.
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I was going to make a disgusted post when Cordy and Connor slept together but I was like, well that is Yikes but let's wait it out. Maybe... maybe the moment can be redeemed. And then joke is on me because it somehow got worse with the Jasmine reveal. I found it so hard to take this story seriously and all the while I was thinking of how callously Cordelia's character was sidelined in favour of this bs. I hate that she became something for Angel and Connor to fight over, I hate how she was robbed of her agency and I hate how she ends the season in a freaking coma. I hate that all of this happened to her without Cordelia having any say whatsoever. I think she was treated appallingly this season. Again, how much of it was even Cordy at all? Maybe Spin the Bottle really was her but that was (pre-)BtVS season 1 Cordy. Where was my AtS s3 Cordy? In a fucking coma apparently. Ah, I'm just mad about it. Clearly, lol. All of it is highly disrespectful and frankly gross.
Please tell me I'm not alone in feeling like this Anon, please tell me what your thoughts are on Cordy in s4. Justice for Cordy, jfc.
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werewolf-cuddles · 1 year
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Sent in another support request because my first one appears to have been completely ignored.
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jakeperalta · 7 months
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I get why people complain about the overexposure of celebrities..... I'M sick of hearing about taylor and I'm a fan :/
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bonefall · 1 year
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I think this’ll also strike down a lot of the multi animator projects. I feel like the fandom is the only thing keeping the series alive, and to send a survey where people can talk about how much they love it only to shoot their fans in the back and themselves in the knees is kinda gross. Not to mention the fan games. I love warriors but this made me lose so much respect.
The vague wording of that last part, "any project that could infringe on trademark or copyright" makes me REALLY concerned for projects like Clangen.
The whole paragraph REEKS of corporate speak for, "we're going to branch out our IP and start thinking of fanworks as competition"
I think the projects are safe for now, but part of me is now wondering if they did that survey as a Nintendo-level backstab to try and get people to name projects to destroy.
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raayllum · 6 months
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thinking about how finnegrin backs out of the deal with callum (because the offer was for callum's freedom, not rayla's) even when callum goes along with it so it doesn't work out vs aaravos genuinely keeping his word to viren and giving him the instructions but viren won't go along with it so it doesn't work out and
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the deal - mitski
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megabuild · 3 months
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i'm SO glad i'm not the only one thats become obsessed with adie adiecraft i love his vibes so much
HELL yes hes just a little guy and i love that. but theres also something fun about picking up a character that has literally Zero content and just getting to play in that space ...
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morningstargirl666 · 6 months
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See, this is why I restrain myself from editing, because things like THIS happens
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vaguely-concerned · 2 years
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my favourite detail of zhou zishu’s character is that his version of crying mostly ends up in hysterical unhinged laughter. like yeah that makes sense to me, at some point during the process of steadily losing all 81 people who were supposed to be under your protection in tragic ways, having stained your soul with oceans of innocent blood for what turns out to be no good reason along the way, I’m not sure there’s any other choice than to go ‘sure, the world is already so fucking awful this might as well happen’
I love his vibe in that first episode everyone's just dying around him and he's hearing 'working 9 to 5 (slowed and reverb)' in his head the whole time with a dead-eyed stare
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dkettchen · 7 months
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I finally had my facial masculinisation surgery today!
All went well, I'm feeling alright, returning to Manchester tomorrow morning, and am making a video about the whole ordeal which should be coming your way in a few weeks once I'm healed enough to be witnessed again 😅
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zestyleaf · 1 year
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Right after fantasy life online, a disappointing shadow of the 3ds classic built on predatory gacha microtransactions, dies a pathetic death after barely a year released in english, a brand new switch game rises from its ashes. Literally would have never guessed this would happen
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colecassiidy · 1 month
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Runaway Turned Thief, His First Horse, and its Consequences.
Cole's first horse after the razing of his hometown is a dark bay no-spot appaloosa mare. She's built for long distance riding, and bursts of extreme speed for outrunning trouble. While she can go quite aways, there is definitely a lack of stamina in maintaining a sprint in comparison to a fully committed race horse.
He steals her from two drug mulers who had been camping out in the wilderness. This is where he ends up with most of his supplies that he keeps with him 'til Deadlock, including a second revolver to go with his first, a analog hunting rifle that he uses extensively for hunting and self-sustenance, and dressing knives. (Before then, he had a bed roll that was on its way out, carried in a ragged pack, a multi-tool, a foldable knife, and a water bladder; one extra set of clothes. Having a horse allowed him to pack greater inventory, travel further, and carry more quality of life items such as a wire set to cook over fires, rope, etc. Etc. In the case of meeting @/quick-drawn, she also allowed him to pack game to bring back home.)
He is on the verge of becoming 12, having left the orphanages some months prior (having been inducted into the system at 11 and spending time being tossed around for about 6-8 months). The whole debacle is a bit of a shit show with him waiting for the dark of night, pressed flat to the ground on his stomach amidst the cover of large rock and sage bush rooting between the crevices. He is, at this point, learning to be a little more clever with his thefts, scoping out the individuals, the layout of the camp (but fails at this time to consider escape plans, terrain.)
Sky turns indigo, then a void of black fractured by the salt-scatter of stars. Fire's died out to embers and the men retire to their tents. Cole scrapes himself up to his feet, scurries down the path tied between hasty and careful and rifles through their supplies like a shambling animal that's wandered someplace it don't belong. He ransacks ammunitions, the aforementioned firearms, some cans of food and a flask engorged with gin, amongst an assortment of other things; gathers and piles them up in the saddle bags on the Appaloosa.
Men start rousing as he's on the tail end of packing - the one stirring with a need to take a piss - and the little heist becomes a smash-and-grab operation where he's cutting the reins with a knife and blasting down the mountainside as they start yelling and searching for their firearms.
Later on, when it's deemably safe and he's lost them, he rummages through her saddle bags and finds papers reading Honeysuckle and his face scrunches up sour. Amber-brown eyes dart up from crinkled black print to the dark pits of the horse's. "Y'don't seem like a Honeysuckle."
He doesn't know why, but the name Maria falls off his tongue much easier. Fits her features more, he thinks. (It is, absolutely, a lapse back into his religious roots. Finding the name like a prayer, which he utters in both thanks and apology. Most of all, the significance just falls down to lyrics of Plastic Jesus: Goin' 90 I ain't scary, 'cos I got the Virgin Mary assurin' me I won't go to hell.)
She's a playful mare, likes to 'sneak up' on him while he's turned away despite the very obvious noise of her shoes hitting the ground. Likes to nuzzle her head into his neck, or knock into his back, set his hat off-kilter. Loves hoofing at creek/river/brook water - though that's a learned habit when he decided to splash at her on a non-eventful, idyllic day at a lakeside shore. Steady girl - he'll call her lady, sometimes. There are days where he'll share a beer with her, too.
He is somewhere in the throes of 13 when he unfortunately re-crosses paths with his victims. It's serendipity on their end, an accidental run-in out in the wilderness near an ol' gutted hunting lodge. The owners recognize Honeysuckle and they sneak up on him like he'd done with them, except instead of running off with a horse and materials, they put a gun to him and have him flag up his hands. They don't know what to do with him (there's an additional man to the original duo) and they murmur amongst themselves in Spanish after beating him to the ground and tying him up; they converse like this thinking the boy can't understand.
There's not a lot going for them to toss him towards a lawman; not a lot of pretty coin for a petty thief, not in these days where the economy and infrastructure's been starved out to a post-war drought. One of them suggests killing him out back. There's nothing really stopping them, and they could re-collect their stolen goods and continue on their way. They'd lost money because of the kid's stunt, lost out on 50% of what they could mule with only 1 horse instead of two.
Third man finally says, Sell him. Some place beyond the border where English is just a rumored language spoken only on tv sets. Labor camps need more hands. Sold men are cheaper than the free ones. He gets his reckoning, we make-up our money and then some.
In English, they tell him that in ancient times the law would have his hands severed from the wrists for theft and they knot up the binds on his hands aggressively tight to prove the point.
And then they'd travelled South, days piling into days. The ribbed rope would gnaw the skin raw, chafing towards bone like it's trying to eat him alive, and the entire thing leaves his wrists risking sepsis and scars; bloody, mangled.
they're stopped by in some post-war abandoned location along the way to rest that's filled with rusty tools and broken beer bottles. Some sort of logging warehouse. Cole finds a shitty piece of glass on a countertop and palms it; clenches his hands around it even when it threatens to nip cuts and draw blood. The men get ready for bed. Cole starts sawing at rope fibers. One of the men check up on him while he's just about free - the binds snapping loose as he realizes something isn't quite right.
Cole doesn't know where the guns are; his hands are in too much pain to aim straight anyway. First man goes down with Cole tackling him right into exposed pipes, gritty sawblades. Commotion brings the other two out: one tries to grab him from behind, while the other moves to sling a punch to the gut. Cole kicks wildly, butts his head into the nose of the man who's got hands on him. He's dropped to the floor. His knees ache from impact but it's his wrists that are screaming and he chokes out a strangled noise of pain, blearily grabbing at a slaughtered beer bottle that he's landed right next to.
Man in front of him's had enough, is going for his gun when Cole launches up into him with the bottle in hand. The serated glass punctures cheek flesh, into an eye socket. Man screams. Cole reels the glass back and keeps jamming it back down - and his face is soaked by the gore of it. The screams stop coming, and there's a thick hand that gloves around his shoulder. By some blind, desperate instinct, his other hand has found the handle of the dead man's gun when he is swung around with a fist cracking into his jaw. The glass bottle crashes into the floor. A gunshot spears the air. A third body cripples to the floor, blood guttering from the stomach. He spits on them, staggering to his feet: hablo español, hijo de puta - ir a la mierda.
He shambles out from the building, doused in blood, brain matter, and tries to put on a brave face, but he starts breaking down and ends up mumbling in a sort of low-key hysterics to maria "im sorry, im sorry, im sorry" -- doesn't know what he's apologizing for, that he stole her, that he killed her previous owners, that he's alive. Between the adrenaline and everything crashing in all at once, it's the first time he's reduced to tears since the times before the war.
Exhausted, he falls asleep outside. Leaves the men as is and weakly cuts their horses free (too tired by it all, he doesn't think to search their pockets for money, to rifle through saddle bags before releasing their mounts.) It's a mistake, because the news will later search for the horse owners, talk about a bloody horror scene found in the stomach of a logging complex. But, until then, the next few days are of travel, trying to find a main road while his wrists are pounding hellfire.
He ends up stumbling into a gas station in the middle of bumfuck nowhere looking like road kill. The attendant is startled right out of his seat as Cole walks up to him and shoves forward a fistful of ruddy-colored bills.
His voice rattles like pennies in a rusted gutter; tinny, scraping. He croaks, "I got some money for a band-aid and some rubbin' alcohol."
Man thinks this kid's been in a motor vehicle collision, says, "Kid you're going to need a lot more than just a band-aid" as he unlatches the medical kit from the wall. He seats Cole down on a plastic foldable chair, patches him up free-of-charge to the best of his ability the way a gas station attendant can offer. Man adds in a pair of gloves to make sure the gauze don't shift around too much. Man asks questions.
Where's your parents? What happened?
Cole says war got them. That he got into an accident.
Man tries to have Cole clean up in the bathroom, says there's snacks waiting outside while he phones for the police. Cole washes up, peels off his clothes for the last set he's got, and pockets the medical supplies the man had been using. He walks off, leaving the bathroom -- just does not come back inside -- and hitches back onto Maria and starts to ride off before anyone can come.
He leaves a few crumpled dollar bills on the sink.
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sleepdepravity · 7 months
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I've been occasionally (not really) looking at job openings to see if I can get a higher level position somewhere. they've mostly been either too far up my pay grade or not what i'm exactly looking for (or military positions which is bleh) but this week i saw that there's some job openings for the department of housing and urban development that seemed to meet a lot of what i'm looking for and i was like "oh! maybe i can apply for this!" but then i scrolled down and saw
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which is scary
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libracorpvs · 6 months
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i think the truth is that you never stop being embarrassed by yourself, instead you just do bigger more embarrassing things year on year until you forget the smaller things you were embarrassed about 5 years ago
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leechloach · 6 months
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Came the closest I've been to having a full blown meltdown in a grocery store in probably five years today
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2024 is really not my year for finding ways to give a fuck about my job which is a problem bc I do give a fuck about continuing to have income
Obviously only a maniac would like. Get enthusiastic about their job. But I gotta find ways to at least keep my brain in roughly the same postcode as my job (usually things like "if i fix this thing someone else broke I can feel smug" or "if i fix this thing I broke i can feel less bad about breaking it") and right now is very much in the time isn't real numbers aren't real jobs aren't real only naps are real
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korolnichevoya · 1 year
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got a covid exposure on thursday. have been testing almost nonstop since monday when we were told. all negative. but have been getting progressively more sick. nani the fuck???
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