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I don't know why but I can totally picture drunk Jacks singing 'Hurt' from Christina Aguilera in karaoke after finding out Eva doesn't remember him and Chaos and Lala getting second hand embarrasment
HELP I LISTENED TO THE SONG BEFORE ANSWERING AND I WAS LAUGHING AND CRYING FOR 2 MINUTES THIS WAS SO FUNNY TO IMAGINE
YOU ALSO COUGHT ME OFF GUARD WITH THAT SONG BEING GOOD HELLO??
"I'm going to walk away from you, and when i do you might never see me again, maybe in a hundred years or so. Because i am going to Artemis, she will make me a hunter then it's over for us," Mika affirmed, slightly shaking from desperation, "Unless you stop me,".
"good morning~" alena chirps as they press kisses to beomsoo's face. baby hyacinth is gurgling happy, balanced on his mother's hip as he sucks and gnaws on a leftover cow rib from dinner. demons (even half demons, apparently) teethe... much quicker than alena was anticipating. luckily the nymph was adamant in utilizing any and all leftovers.
"happy father's day, my love." although alena is more than aware that namtar wasn't a fan of alena's affinity for human days of celebration, eni was quite adamant on celebrating this one. the nymph chirps to their fledgeling, instructing him to wish his father a good day. hyacinth stares-- first at his mother, and then to his father, before bursting out into giggles and reaching out a hand to pat pat pat beomsoo's head.
Grumbling softly as he's roused from his morning lay in, the house smelling like breakfast which no doubt would be laid for him whenever he dragged his hulking carcass out of bed, and the happy coos of his son meeting his ears before kisses are laid against his face. His oasis. Away from the shit of his life in servitude to the grime of a criminal life - his happy place.
Letting his eyes crack open, he is pleased to see their smiling faces and a small curl spreads over his own lips as he hears the greetings. "Well hello-" he murmurs back, voice hoarse from sleep, but he quickly holds out his large arms to take his son, as he slowly sits up, and nudges his head for Alena to join them in the bed, for family cuddles. "What you got there little champ?" He grumbles, now with the baby Hyacinth against his chest, as he looks from gnawed on bone to his son's mouth. "Coming in a treat, aren't they" he presses a kiss to the babies forehead, pleased to see his chomping gnashers growing. He will be a fearsome demon lord in no time. "No horns yet though" he teases, looking over at Alena before leaning forward to receive more kisses. It was his day, after all.
i feel so bad for nikola tesla like imagine spending years beefing with a guy who has conned the public into believing he's some sort of supergenius when in reality it's his overworked employees developing all of his world-changing inventions and you end up dying broke and starving and alone and then 100 years later another guy cons the public into believing he's some sort of supergenius when in reality it's his overworked employees developing all of his world-changing inventions and he's doing it all IN YOUR NAME. he must be rolling in his grave like a fucking rotisserie chicken
nothing makes me more insane than the phrase "selling your body" btw. like was i not also selling my body at every other job i've had where i had to be on my feet all day, lifting boxes, working in a warehouse, etc. why is it that sex work is uniquely labeled as "selling your body" while every other job is sorted into another category, no matter how much that job might have a physical impact on your body. lmao.
[VD: A grayscale Magnus Archives animatic of Jon and Gerry talking in episode 111 of The Magnus Archives. Gerry, a ghostly goth, and Jon, a thin brown man in a graphic T-shirt, sit together at a table. Gerry says scornfully, "Playing politics with things they didn’t understand. Reckoned her tradition was less the academic and more the, uh…" Jon offers dryly, "V-Village witch?"
Gerry laughs, pleased, and asks, "You sure you don’t know her?" He sighs, sobers, and says, "Yeah. But deep down what she wanted wasn’t all that different from the ivory tower idiots she hated. Y’know, I think, secretly, she dreamed of starting a little mystic dynasty of her own." He grimaces. "With me."
Jon says a little eagerly, "Like the, the Lukases? Or the Fairchilds?" Gerry corrects, "Well, Fairchild’s just a name, they’re not really family." Then he does a finger gun and says, "The Lukases, though, yeah."
He turns away, pensive and frowning, and says, "Thing is, it’s harder than it looks. What’s out there… doesn’t care about blood." Jon, grinning a little, says, "Well, I-I mean, except for the vampires…" Gerry scowls, "Yeah, obviously except for the vampires." Jon looks abashed, and Gerry looks down sorrowfully to say, "But they care about your choices, your fears, not your parents." End VD]
[ID: A still of the scene where Gerry scowls and says "Yeah, obviously except for the vampires" to an embarrassed Jon. End ID]
the thing is there's like, a point of oversaturation for everything, and it's why so many things get dropped after a few minutes. and we act like millennials or gen z kids "have short attention spans" but... that's not quite it. it's more like - we did like it. you just ruined it.
capitalism sees product A having moderate success, and then everything has to come out with their "own version" of product A (which is often exactly the same). and they dump extreme amounts of money and environmental waste into each horrible simulacrum they trot out each season.
now it's not just tiktokkers making videos; it's that instagram and even fucking tumblr both think you want live feeds and video-first programming. and it helps them, because videos are easier to sneak native ads into. the books coming out all have to have 78 buzzwords in them for SEO, or otherwise they don't get published. they are making a live-action remake of moana. i haven't googled it, but there's probably another marvel or starwars something coming out, no matter when you're reading this post.
and we are like "hi, this clone of project A completely misses the point of the original. it is soulless and colorless and miserable." and the company nods and says "yes totally. here is a different clone, but special." and we look at clone 2 and we say "nope, this one is still flat and bad, y'all" and they're like "no, totally, we hear you," and then they make another clone but this time it's, like, a joyless prequel. and by the time they've successfully rolled out "clone 89", the market is incredibly oversaturated, and the consumer is blamed because the company isn't turning a profit.
and like - take even something digital like the tumblr "live streaming" function i just mentioned. that has to take up server space and some amount of carbon footprint; just so this brokenass blue hellsite can roll out a feature that literally none of its userbase actually wants. the thing that's the kicker here: even something that doesn't have a physical production plant still impacts the environment.
and it all just feels like it's rolling out of control because like, you watch companies pour hundreds of thousands of dollars into a remake of a remake of something nobody wants anymore and you're like, not able to afford eggs anymore. and you tell the company that really what you want is a good story about survival and they say "okay so you mean a YA white protagonist has some kind of 'spicy' love triangle" and you're like - hey man i think you're misunderstanding the point of storytelling but they've already printed 76 versions of "city of blood and magic" and "queen of diamond rule" and spent literally millions of dollars on the movie "Candy Crush Killer: Coming to Eat You".
it's like being stuck in a room with a clown that keeps telling the same joke over and over but it's worse every time. and that would be fine but he keeps fucking charging you 6.99. and you keep being like "no, i know it made me laugh the first time, but that's because it was different and new" and the clown is just aggressively sitting there saying "well! plenty of people like my jokes! the reason you're bored of this is because maybe there's something wrong with you!"