#whoops rant in the tags

[time-wondroustime]

one thing I haven't seen anyone say about watcher yet, but has really disappointed me, is that only three months ago they mentioned in the truth about filming ghost files video that they had to let go of 5 (if I'm remembering the number properly) employees. and when I watched that video I was disappointed that hey hadn't planned the business properly to avoid things like that, but they are primarily creatives, so I figured there would be some business mistakes made along the way. but then hearing they just hired the 2 worth it guys and are reviving an expensive show... I feel like they could've prevented the lay offs better

#watcher #i know they said steven's more business-minded but as someone who did their schooling in business i have constantly questioned their choices #they have just consistently made bad start-up decisions #just the firing and then hiring in such close time really irked me because (and im not saying this is reality) #it seemed like they freed up part of their budget with that to bring their friends back #idk it's just disheartening to see #i wish i could keep looking at with them being unaware and making bad business decisions but there's a point where they gotta know better #and i know everyone is dogpiling on steven but i don't think a lot of these decisions made without at least one of the ghoul boys agreeing #:/ #i feel like they never really went through the bootstrapping phase and that is integral for the majority of start-ups #for at least 5 years - cause most start-ups don't start making money until after that point #this became a whole separate rant in the tags whoops

[wren-of-the-woods]

I've been seeing a lot of posts lately talking about how no one comments/reblogs/replies/etc anymore, and, as someone who comments regularly on a lot of fanworks, it sometimes makes me wonder if my efforts are worth anything. Then I remember how much happiness I get from comments on my own work/posts and how much the community of fandom can matter, and I remember the power that can be found in spreading joy instead of disappointment.

So -- to everyone who comments on fanfiction: thank you. You make the writing process worthwhile and so very rewarding. You make people happy every day.

To all the people who reblog art and gifsets and meta and anything else with enthusiastic tags: thank you. You make people smile and promote interesting conversations and make being on Tumblr so much more fun.

To anyone who sends people asks about their works, whether it's unprompted or part of an ask game: thank you. You give people reasons to talk about things they love and feel like a part of a community.

To the people who makes reclists: thank you. You give us more to read while showing the author how much their work is loved and appreciated, benefitting so many people.

To everyone who organizes events and groups and blogs and dedicated to fandom: thank you. You build community and love and excitement so effectively and it's wonderful.

To all the authors and artists who respond to comments and build community: thank you. You make people smile with your work and then again with your response.

To everyone who contributes to fandom and community in all the other beautiful, varied ways that I can't even begin to list: thank you. You are why we're here.

And, finally, to every writer, visual artist, gifmaker, cosplayer, maker of edits, writer of meta, or creator of art in any other form: thank you. Your work is wonderful and you make fandom what it is, regardless of who sees your art or how much response you recieve.

Keep going, everyone. You are a part of something beautiful.

#wren talks #fandom #writing #fanfiction #ao3 #tumblr #writerblr #i get tired of seeing posts like 'things used to be so much better and no one comments anymore' #or 'no one reblogs things on this site these days' #it's such an oversimplification #like. of course people reblog! i reblog!! i am people! so are my mutuals and they also reblog! #LESS interaction doesn't mean NO interaction and saying it does erases the efforts of people who do interact #also this can vary SO much depending on your fandom and ship and how long you've been around and so many other factors #like the commenting culture in the silm fandom is incredibly different from that in the witcher fandom #star trek is closer to witcher but there're a few major differenes #can't speak for other fandoms but i'm sure there are other significant differences #and they also change over time #anyway all this to say that i think encouraging people works way better than complaining #and at its core fandom is an exchange of love #that should be based in positivity #but this got long whoops #hopefully it's vaguely coherent #ok tag rant over now lol

[liamthemailman]

RoachAce is cute

I didnt know Roach was 6'4... big fuckin cutie

Also it's Soap's turn to yell at me

#also i forgot to tag the poll properly #thats why there was like 9 votes #whoops #oh well could have been worse yknow #mailman rants #fanart #art #cod #call of duty oc #cod oc #call of duty #oc: LT Ace #call of duty fanart #cod fanart #cod mw2 fanart #mw2 fanart #roach #gary roach sanderson #roach cod #soap cod #RoachAce

[loofiez]

Tim doodle!

#i just wanted to draw my boy in his robin outfit #traditional art #art #doodle #dc comics #dcu #tim drake #red robin #the scar is a reference to joker junior lmao #it wasnt seen in my timkon doodle bc he covers it w makeup & has the half cowl to keep it nostly unnoticed #most scars i draw on these boys is a refrence #or just scars id think they'd have #you cannot tell me these boys havent gotten nicked or hit atleast once #didnt mean to rant in the tags lmao whoops #batfam #batman

[blonde-and-cat-suc]

If Adora and Catra both did crap to hurt each other then why do I never see comics abt Adora feeling like crap and feeling bad for hurting Catra

#salt salt salt #old draft post that i had stewing in here #even fandom knows. they KNOW. that c//a is not an equal relatioship. #equal c//a would have these two ALWAYS arguing back and forth with each other about things from the past. possibly working them out togethe #equal c//a FANON would naturally reflect this following that same logic #so why is it when we see the premises of “Adora has to apologize to Catra now” its the same tired old... #“Im sorry i left you in the Horde” #and nothing else. #“im sorry that your feelings were hurt and im sorry that you had no influence over me at that time... Im sorry that you're STILL mad at me” #she's not apologizing over something that she is genuinely sorry about #she's apologizing in these fanon works as a means to placate catra (and fans' warped reality of what this relationship actually is) #it's a shitty vaguely disguised way to “equalize” c//a and make it so that they BOTH look like awful people #when obviously this is not the case because the narrative itself doesn't think Adora is wrong for leaving the Horde! #even if these two were “equally bad” to each other. why ship them then. really. seriously. i get the rhetoric of “ooh toxic spicy ship” but #if they're really SO “toxic and spicy” where is the part where they're BOTH toxic? BOTH bad for each other? #it's not a toxic relationship if ONE side is toxic. thats called an abusive relationship. anyway. im done now. good night. #whoops! tag rant

[verathena14]

honestly my best advice to anyone wanting to get into kingdom hearts but daunted by the """complex""" plot is:

Don’t be afraid to replay the games. In fact, you should replay the games. As soon as you find yourself forgetting earlier details, replay the games. When you finish a game and are confused? Replay it. If you don't have time to replay? Watch a playthrough or a cutscene compilation. You'd be surprised at how easily re-experiencing the games refreshes your memory.

People love to be soooo high-and-mighty about "well I played this game when I was a child so I am an expert" while conveniently leaving out that they skip all the cutscenes because they "don't play the games for the plot."

I will say, there's nothing wrong with enjoying the KH combat system better than the story; KH isn't a story for everyone (especially if you don't want to have to come up with your own explanations for things that go unexplained; Nomura's said in an interview that he doesn't like stories that overexplain). But it's just a dick move to not even try to understand the story then go around claiming it's "dumb and stupid and everything's a retcon and Nomura was drunk when he came up with the idea for Coded" (he was not)

prime example: the "Nobodies regrow their hearts """retcon."""" People like to get all huffy about DDD (they're determined to hate it cuz it's gay) and the time travel and Nobodies-regrowing-their-hearts but like. That shit was foreshadowed! Hinted at ever since the Nobodies' introduction in KH2!! You need to have a Heart to have Emotions, and you can't cry without Emotions, so like. When Sora's in Twilight Town in KH2 and he cries when he leaves HPO, that's Roxas having a heart. When Axel cries for Roxas in their weird metaphysical limbo scene when Axel dies? That's Axel having a heart. I get so fucking mad when people shit on this plot point because IT'S THERE. IT'S BEEN THERE THE WHOLE TIME!

#athena rambles #this turned into a rant whoops #hahaha im not putting this in the main tags #disk horse

[topsyturvy-turtely]

about love - an essay

(really, it's a rant)

what the actual fuck is love about? i mean how freaking RANDOM is love??? "hey yeah remember this person you have met ONCE in your entire life? yeah they are your soulmate, only one, love of your life etc etc" or like "yeah so i know you have KNOWN this person for your entire life but... they are actually you know... THE ONE you wanna MARRY"????

how the fuck are those two talking about the same goddamn fuckin thing???

and like... you know why it's called "falling" in love?! BECAUSE IT IS SO RANDOM AND COULD LITERALLY MEAN ANYTHING. you fell and broke your leg -> oh yeah they are your forever crush where nothing ever happens, leaving a pain behind that makes you think of that incident. oh woops you just stumbled it's all good -> a passing crush. you fell hard and hit your head, probably got rolled over by a car -> it's a toxic relationship. you fell and got caught -> the love of your life was waiting for you to fall for them and caught you (WHAT?). you fall and take them with you and you end up giggling on the ground -> congrats, idiots!

or like whom you fall for??? for the person of the same sex, the opposite? another one entirely? you think you have a type and then this ONE person comes along and you're like "wait what". HUH??? HOW DOES THAT WORK. and like maybe there's a age gap, or a social status difference, or IDK WHAT and then people start being all weird about it???

WHEN THEY HAVE TOLD YOU YOUR ENTIRE LIFE TO FIND THEM?

and then you might fall for multiple people but want to be in a monogamous relationship??? WHAT DO YOU DO THEN???!

and then there are POLYAMOROUS people which are like... i mean you go but... HOW DO YOU GET MORE THAN ONE PERSON WHILE SO MANY PEOPLE STRUGGLE TO HAVE ONLY ONE???

and then there are aromantics, which is like a whole different liga...

it's so fucking RANDOM. i'm definitely not having a tiny whom do i love crisis... do i even love someone? do i WANT TO? could i change it if i wanted to?? OMF!!!!

#thought of this shit while using the loo lmao #amd while brushing my teeth #and now i'm writing this in here and nobody will ever read it because it is so freaking RANDOM #i'm not even sure if my thoughts make sense to other people #hut ig that's the point #typos in the tags whoop #none of it makes sense #random essay #really #random rant #love #relationships #i don't get it #ugh #writblr #writers on tumblr #writer #txt post #txt #writing #turtely's OP #wtf did i just write #thought of the day #or sth

[the-paris-of-people]

But genuinely I'm sad NHIE is ending not only because of its personal meaning to me, but because I've met so many lovely friends/mutuals through this site from our shared obsession and have been in contact/touch with them over the past couple years, the longest I have been in with any fandom. I just want to let you know I love you all sm

#i was getting nostalgic looking over my old chats yesterday and today #because i genuinely love my benvi mutual/followers sm #and love interacting with yall #come to visit me in my ask box when the show ends xoxo #i'll even miss the ben stan drama and daxton wars because they were memories xoxo #can you tell i have graduation goggles like devi #this is at least motivating me to finish my fics when the show ends #if yall are interested in reading them follow me on ao3 or lemme know if you want to be tagged/summaries of them #whoops this genuine post turned into a shameless plug but truly i love yall and like devi im not ready to say goodbye #never have i ever #grace rants #benvi

[cephalopaints]

that is very reasonable but do you know how cute characters like wasabi and hiro would be with tails and paws and stuff

yeah... (wasabi already has paws n a tail so u get a bonus eepy silas)

#splatoon #splatoon 3 #artists on tumblr #xeno inkfish #ocs #clownin' around #art tag #ask #anon #hiro #wasabi #silas #it took me a long time to answer this ask whoops fhskfhjs #it was in response to the gift but i think theres been like 3 other drawings posted since then #i dont actually like xeno hiro #dont get me wrong i love how this looks but weird experiences related to hiro and the way ppl draw octos make my brain fucky #anyways its midnight and im doin thigns i should not be doing + watching funy re4r vods gn #i love re4r ive never played an re game but fuck i love them so much #ranting in the tags .cringe...... #if ur reading this hiii waves at u

[curator-on-ao3]

Wednesday (Quadruple) Drabble: The Lost and Found

She had been lost before.

Moving as a child from the Illyrian side of the city to the non-Illyrian side, hope for increased safety as consolation for leaving a part of her identity behind.

He had been lost before.

Refusals overridden, his would-be captors gaining control of his computer to falsify assent for a descent into fantasy, life in unreality as corrosive as the battery acid that powered his radiation-damaged heart.

Starbase records made clear Spock’s betrayal and, once Una reached Talos IV, it didn’t take long to locate Chris— his illusion screaming in pain from fire-borne punishment, his true form immobilized in his support chair.

The rage she needed to defeat Talosian mind control came easy.

In the shuttle she’d… procured… Chris declined her algorithm to match his speaking voice, choosing instead to use a computer default, no intonation of anguish or joy, no movement in his scarred face or change to his mechanized, steady respiration as he answered her questions.

“My best guess is Spock exploited that you’d be away from Starbase Eleven for a few weeks. He knew he was disobeying my orders and committing mutiny. He did it anyway.”

“If the Illyrian doctor is willing to try, I understand the risks.”

“Leave Vina behind. She made her alliances clear.”

So it’s at an Illyrian colony far from Federation arrogance or authority that his DNA unfurls and re-forms. Genetic engineering is usually performed before birth, but this is his rebirth, no longer the Christopher Pike who upheld Starfleet ideals but a Christopher Pike who is wary of a Starfleet that would tolerate a sham court martial rather than search for a greater truth.

Is Una reborn, too? Her belief in something greater than herself, in a Starfleet that could, in fact, become what she had hoped it to be in her idealistic younger years, that belief is withered, gone, replaced by allegiance to people, not an organization.

His skin is pockmarked, his voice reedy, gait unsteady. Genetic engineering isn’t a miracle cure.

Her sense of purpose has telescoped from appreciation for differences to appreciation for those who share her values.

Are they still lost?

Isn’t everyone?

But to be lost together… a shuttle course laid in toward a curious-looking cluster of stars, his hand a comfort on her shoulder, her soft hum the music of his naturally-beating heart… to be lost together… is something like being found.

•

Christopher Pike drabbles: 3, 2, 1/?

#wednesday drabble #can’t tag wednesday100 with a quad though #christopher pike #una chin riley #pikeuna #pikeone #pikeuna fanfic #pikeone fanfic #star trek strange new worlds #star trek the original series #cw upcoming rant in tags #if anyone wants to debate spock with me please first do me the favor of revisiting the menagerie with current standards of consent in mind #chris’ no no no no no no no breaks my heart #not to mention chris’ vote to have spock found guilty of mutiny for what spock was trying to do #but whoops the whole court martial was a sham #and increasing talosian control over computer systems lends doubt to chris’ last effort to communicate using his chair #to cast someone out of reality is among the cruelest things i can imagine #though it certainly tracks with 1960s views on institutionism

[selenealwayscries]

a couple zeds because im in love with him (/p)

#mcyt #hermitcraft #hermitblr #zedaph #zedaphplays #also #tangotek #because hes there . getting his ass whooped #i am intensely obsessed with this man . meaning i wanna put him in a closed off area and set him free inside of it to observe him #he scratches a specific itch in my brain like how a weird cat video also does #im just saying words idk #when youre sad draw a zed #anyways no energy for more rant tags so im just gonna wrap it up here o7 #catgirl supreme

[conniewoof]

Guys I’m cooking some prom V

#murder drones #murder drones v #Prom V #I’ll make some envy art soon I’m just working on something for my friend #i prommy #toagy art (yes ibeg) #was originally gonna be a joke post about how do I ask somebody to get tumblr so I can talk to them here #instead of the hole that is Twitter #but I dunno #whoops guess I gotta get the toagy rants tag for the tags #whoopsies #toagy rants (new toagy tag?!)

[ultimategirldad]

[ID: screenshot from the spamton sweepstakes page, featuring a caption from the engraved wristwatch prize. It says "NEED PROOF? THERE LIES THE NAME OF THE [angel with the tattered wings]!". End ID]

So I think regarding this page. It's interesting to contextualise it with the text preceding it - especially the angel with the tattered wings part. 

I don’t think we’ve ever seen Noelle Holiday described like this before and it’s absolutely fascinating to me.

#deltarune #noelle #spamton sweepstakes #Edit: really long tags!! fyi #there is a lot I want to say but i'm too tired lol. anyways noelle holiday is a character with well documented flaws and-- #--the text in that page doesn't feel ooc for me at all. like. yes she's indecisive. yes she's literally frozen in fear. yes she'll literally #inconvenience herself so she doesn't step on others toes. and yes she's not gonna do anything about the bullying because... #what CAN she do? talk to kris? something that's established as a Hard and Rare thing to do. tell a teacher? literally which teacher?? #alphys the one who sees this happen day in and out and with the authority to make a difference... but doesn't. or toriel. which I'm #not even gonna explain why that would go terribly. So that leaves us with... noelle standing up to susie herself. which i'd like to #point out that noelle learns to stand up for herself and others by the *end* of chapter 2. so I think there's most definitely a #precedent here for noelle to act the way she does. she's deeply flawed and has many weaknesses to exploit (as we've seen in -- #snowgrave) BUT she's deeply wonderful and kind and all of that coexists together. #WHOOPS I didn't mean for this to get so long sdfghjkl and rant-y uhm I'm really not that fussed I just think people are seeing-- #a character act in a non-ideal way and immediately assuming that it has to be Not Canon or OOC or Wrong. #I agree the topic and text is uncomfortable but. not anything unexpected?? yeah that's my 2 cents #this was all typed in one go by a sleep deprived me so if I got anything incorrect please don't pick me apart thank u #cryptic capri #discourse #<-- just in case bc I went OFF on a tangent with this lol

[sophieswundergarten]

The Washingtons. You know?

Imagine finding out that your kid is extraordinarily gifted, and having no idea what to do with that. Wanting him to be challenged and learn and have all the opportunities that maybe you yourself didn't have.

You're elated that your child has found something he loves and excels at, and a little unsure of how to raise him. After all, you've never seen this kind of genius before, how are you supposed to support it? None of the other families you know, not your parents, or coworkers, or neighbors from down the street have ever seen anything like this. They're all astounded.

And when you ask other people what they think or what you should do, seeking advice the way any parent would, you receive jealousy. Thinly veiled in people who praise your still very young son with cruel, covetous words, and open in those who accuse you of harboring some secret, asking why he is so gifted when their own children are not.

You're scared, and you're utterly alone in trying to raise this boy who meant more to you than life itself, even before he spoke a single word. You're scrambling to find anyone, any resource, that can advise you, and in all the chaos, you make a fatal mistake.

It's not intentional, and it's certainly not malicious. But in the whirlwind of confusion and panic and the ever-present suffocating notion of "You're his parents, you need to raise him right, anything you do now could have devastating consequences in the future", you fall back on the long-held and entirely false belief that a smart child is capable enough to raise themselves.

Just because your boy can recite the entire periodic table forwards and backwards at age six doesn't mean he has the ability to look out for himself. Just because he can orate like a professor when he's eight doesn't mean he knows how to be a miniature adult.

Before you know it, the idea comes into your head to enter him in a competition. It's not a big deal, but the pressure from all those people you told in your initial befuddled excitement, not to mention the idea of winning money and prizes that would otherwise be quite hard to attain, is more than enough to turn your head.

Of course, he wins. And, of course, you're elated. You've finally found something that challenges him, and each competition is an investment in his future. Suddenly, colleges and internships and whole career fields that would never have been available to someone coming from such an average family are at his fingertips. It seems you've hit on a perfect solution.

But, the pressure keeps growing. The jealousy and envy and resentment from those around you, even parents of other quiz competitors, who you hoped might finally understand what it was like to be responsible for such a gifted child, has reached exponential rates. And your son hasn't missed a beat.

He keeps winning and winning and winning and your mind is so dazzled by possibilities that you don't even consider the creeping anxiety that has already made a home in your mind.

He stumbles, once, and recovers, answering the question correctly, as always, but in that moment you realised. Something is wrong. The world is going wrong, the government is failing, the banks might be next. Once your son had won so much money that you were certain to be financially stable for at least the better part of a year, you took a break from work to support him.

But was that the right decision?

There's something coming on the horizon, and the slightest mistake now could lead to destitution in the future. He can't risk a mistake. You can't risk that.

So you keep pushing him. You're more than confident he has the knowledge and skills to win and keep winning, but he doesn't have any confidence. Maybe if he keeps practicing, he'll realise how good he is. Your career has been put on hold to become what is essentially a campaign manager and PR liaison, and still the kid is growing.

He's barely challenged by the informational portion of the quizzes anymore, and that scares you. This is the only solution you could find, and now too quick it has become obsolete. You desperately want what is best for him, but you also know that when catastrophe strikes you need to be prepared, so you keep pushing him.

You don't want to explain potential financial worries to a child, especially when he's so anxious about everything anyways, but the anger comes out regardless. You begin to see that you really don't know him anymore.

When he was younger, if you had been angry or he had been scared, you knew what to do. Making cookies together, doing a puzzle, reading a book, any of these activities were common enough apologies for a lost temper.

But now. You hardly recognise this boy who stands on stage before you.

And then, just as you barely start to see it, he's gone.

You almost don't notice for a day, and that's what terrifies you. You'd become so used to him studying and hiding away and even skipping meals on occasion to read and practice and be better, that it takes hours for you to realise he isn't in the house.

You can't find him. No one's seen him, and it is with dawning horror that you suddenly see that you don't know your own son well enough to guess where he might have run to.

The police are no help, and you can't stop yourself from bitter thoughts about how he's probably smarter than all of them put together (Or thoughts that are quickly smothered out about how he probably isn't going to be found unless he wants to be)

And then, the first donation comes.

It's thrilling. It's exhilarating for a moment to have that peace of mind that being rich gives you, even if it's short lived. Now you can search for him without worrying about losing what you already have. Things will be more or less the same when he comes back, with the big house and all the books and the fancy stuff filling each room.

It's such a nice feeling that for a second, you don't catch what you are doing. You don't see how this is the same feeling you chased in the quizzes. The horrible ouroboros of seeking riches only to be forced to spend them in the quest to amass more. The irrational way your mind has been slowly poisoned against what truly matters to you.

And then you are ashamed.

In the blink of an eye, you see all that you have done to your child. Everything you took away from him (And every moment that you yourself lost), all this time he should have spent growing up and learning to be who he wanted to be, and you had forced him into a mold.

Setting him up in a hypercritical and excessively competitive environment in the false hope that being around like-minded children would finally bring him a friend who understood him, when in reality it only isolated him further.

You see that you have become exactly like all those jealous people who looked at your son with a greedy covetousness instead of seeing him for who he was: a child.

This is when you decide that he's probably better off away from the awful mistakes you've made. You can't bring yourself to look for him anymore, not when he might finally be happy, away from you. You sit in your big, empty house, with rooms filled to the brim with things that you don't even remember owning. There are no signs a child lived here. No art on the walls, no homework on the fridge, no toys or clumsily made crafts. You realise that you've been living without him for quite some time.

It takes a little while, but then comes the day when all of that grief and despair and fear for this boy who you once loved so desperately (And still do, you just forgot how to show it) is too much. And you start searching.

Wildly. Recklessly. Against all advice from everyone who knows you, from everyone warning of the impending doom looming over everything, you search. You waste no time draining your bank account, selling your big, empty house, and taking out loans. Most of the prizes from past quiz shows have done nothing but sit around and collect dust, yet you are hesitant to pawn them. Some part of your mind wonders if they might have been important to him, and you were just too blind to see.

In the end, every possible possession of yours that can be exchanged to pay for more private investigators and detectives is gone.

And this brings you to a rambling old house, in a small seaside city.

It takes a while to drive there, but you do, keeping on all through the night and only stopping to sleep a few hours on the side of the road when exhaustion threatens to overtake you.

Right about the time you reach this "Stonetown", you feel something in your mind clear. You aren't quite sure what it is, as sick with worry as you currently are, but there is definitely a difference.

You disregard it as you hurry to the house of this enigmatic "Mr. Benedict", hoping against hope that he might have some clue, some scrap of a sign that your son is safe. You've long ago made peace with the fact that he might never want to see you again, but you couldn't rest until you were sure that, wherever he was, he was safe.

Standing outside the gate, you look up at the house, you can't help but think this would make a good home for your son. You hope he's happy here (If he is here)

You think about all that has happened in the past few years. You think that, were you to do it over again, you would do without the big house and the cash prizes. The fame and the fast car. It didn't do you any good anyway. A small house, next to a good library full of all the books your son could read. That would be enough. If only you had known what heartache your mistakes would cause.

You knock on the door

#I know I say this a lot #BUT EVERYONE GO READ S.O.S. #SPECIFICALLY THIS RANT WAS BROUGHT TO YOU BY CHAPTER 16 #AND ALSO WYNN'S STICKY FICS #AND EUCATASTROPHE BY MASHPOTATOEQUEEN #Y'ALL ARE AMAZING AUTHORS AND I LOVE YOU #Feeling feelings about Sticky's parents today I guess #Whoops #the mysterious benedict society #mbs #sticky washington #mr. and mrs. washington #the washingtons #I don't know what their collective tag would be :(

[ladyvaingloria]

I subscribe to the "Proto Man Triple S" school of awesome character design. That is, to make any character immediately cooler, give them one of the following: -Shield -Scarf -Sunglasses Proto Man, having all three (and a snazzy red color scheme) is the ideal character design. And if you wanna make a character look instantly cooler, consider adding one of those.

#rant #well not actually a rant it's just a take but that's the tag I use for that so whoops

[diabeticgirl4]

My initial thought is Donovan???? Then possibly younger cecil. Either way I have bad feelings about how this boy arc is gonna go.

#wtnv #wtnv spoilers #wtnv 234 #there's no way this isn't gonna turn into a bigger arc #but idk. whoever this boy is. it's gonna get deep and cecil's gonna get Shook I can feel it in my bones #during the child therapist scene I was waiting for cecil to reveal something concerning in an oh so casual way #oh well there's still time 👀 #also can I just say. cecil's tree rant. bless him ♡ #maddie liveblogs wtnv #whoops forgot my liveblog tag :u