I think there’s something so deeply and intimately and morbidly true about The Last of Us’s primary thesis which is that humanity’s fatal flaw, in that very Shakespearian way, is that we are destined to care too much about one another so much so that we discard the collective entirely. like we have such a capacity to love the human race and humanity as a whole, to grow our communities and govern cities how we know best and foster such connection with the masses which we are part of, but it’s overtaken by our capacity to love even just a single other person. like one human can come into your life that creates such an intrinsic and passionate love in you— or maybe two people or a family’s worth or any small number— and you suddenly would burn entire villages down just to keep them safe.

joel doesn’t blink twice murdering to find ellie. he doesn’t look back when he decides to do what he does at the hospital later on. he has no remorse about any of it it, because this one girl has grown to mean more to him than any possible greater good could ever mean. and it’s reciprocal. ellie would— and does— do anything she can to help him, save him, protect him, and, eventually, to avenge him. because that’s what you do when you love someone. not when you love people. when you love someone.

and it’s selfish, in a way??? because we love these people and would do so much for them because they mean more to us than other strangers do. it’s exactly like an iteration of the trolley problem, actually. one track has your daughter on it and one track has fifty people. don’t even try telling me you wouldn’t go onto track B if it meant saving your daughter and her puppy dog eyes from the whimpering and pain and fear. The Last of Us says yes, you would. I would. we all would. and like yeah that is our greatest weakness, that we have such a unique ability to love a handful of people so deeply that our compassion towards community and strangers and the bigger collective starts to slip from view. but goddamn what a fucking great fatal flaw it is to have. we are all going to die and the world will burn because we loved another person too much.

Iron Man 1 really said “the actual bad guy is the white capitalist who is selling arms under the table to both sides in order to extend the war and make as much money from it as possible,” and Iron Man 2 really said “the white capitalist who gives a platform to people with bad intentions in order to make a buck is the reason the bad intentions have the opportunity to prosper and cause untold damage,” and Iron Man 3 really said “the real terrorist is the white capitalist who will create and use fear to manipulate governments and the public in order to sell a product,” and I really don’t think enough people recognise this.

not to be stereotypical but it’s so funny trying to calm my anxiety by thinking “no one care about what you’re doing right now :)” and then my depression being like “no one cares about what i’m doing right now :(“

Keith Kogane and Lance McClain

character who is sun-coded but not in the traditional ray-of-sunshine way. character who is sun-coded in the sense that they burn hot and bright and powerful, that they're a raging fury of fire and passion, and that maybe, just maybe, they are destroying themselves as they do so.

EVAN BUCKLEY.

CROWLEY AND AZIRAPHALE.

STEDE AND ED.

THE GAYS ARE FINALLY GETTING TO BE GAY ON THE MAIN.

(i Will never forget you klance or johnlock or destiel or viktuuri or-)

Oliver Stark I'm in love with you (x)

for all the people following me for my dc content. they just made evan buckley canonically bisexual. i am going Insane.

damian: congratulations, richard. i’m being adopted.

dick: that’s great- wait, what happened to bruce?

damian, slamming the papers down in front of him: nothing you can prove. sign here.

You ever just... yell about #dick grayson??

According to all known laws of #ao3 author, there is no way a #daredevil fanfiction should be able to #anakin skywalker.

the inherent homoeroticism of calling the love of your life buddy and pal

if you think you know your favorite character just know that i have a totally skewed and fucked up interpretation of them in my mind that you will never be able to truly understand

milly alcock (my final gay awakening) is playing supergirl. what the fuck am i supposed to do now

you say: hayden christensen is not a good actor in the prequels

i say: anakin skywalker is autistic and that is why he is like that

man. i love being on the floor

me, reading about my favorite characters being depressed, heartbroken, and going through unimaginable mental and physical trauma: