I swear, if Pavitr's gonna end up like Gabriella O'Hara Imma cry for moths

I will never not be absolutely gutted at the fact that Soren grew up in a world that hated him, alone and scared, and turned into someone deeply untrusting when all along he had a family that loved him. Loved him enough to sacrifice themselves for a chance to save him.

He had a mother that never stopped loving him and uncles that would have adored him, did adore him. And he never knew them and they never found him.

It kills me that they loved him. It's so unfair that they love him and he never knew.

Going into the Tuvok tag and seeing a bunch of people shouting his name with ‘Picard’ also tagged makes me feel like Troi: “Something terrible happened here...I have a bad feeling....”

okay. what if i just perished in peace bc of what u said. what then.

going from the hylink depictions in fandom and all the zelda games where link dedicates his life to saving and serving her to the skyward sword prequel manga is wild because you meet the first link, and he's just like. idgaf about hylia (the goddess). you gods are just as pathetic and powerless as we humans whom you supposedly reign above. why are you coming to me to fix your problems. why do we even keep you around. i don't want your stupid sword. the bird is cool, though.

getting cocky.

oh god going into s5 do i have to restart my prayer circle for opeli to survive the season because i’m too attached to her and callum’s non existent dynamic

Three of them

a little pause on art for finals(they are all late) but boy has brain been braining

more specifically on dings' dynamic as asriel and chara's weird uncle bc that's just something i don't see a lot

ooh yay, a Skinner episode!!

... oh no 😭

call me a stereotypical annoying teenage girl all you want but titanic (1997) had me absolutely transfixed when I first watched it

the line about logan roy not being able to fit a whole woman in his head being said from his own daughter is so. something about daughters and their fathers something about daughters who are their father’s child something about daughters who are daddy’s little favorite daddy’s little girl but the second they start having opinions and the second they start talking back, the father holds their daughter out with open hostility and suspicion, something about how only years later will the father occasionally go, do you remember? do you remember when we used to have good days, when you used to come to me with all your wonders and your worries, do you remember when we were stuck together like glue, what happened to that and the daughter just has to give her father a rueful smile as though she hasn’t been wondering why her father built up that wall in the first place as though she hadn’t been wondering since when did her father only ever said good morning to her brothers as though she hadn’t been wondering since when did her father only ever ask her brothers to accompany him to work and something about shiv roy saying my father couldn’t fit a whole woman in his head and something about shiv roy still crying the most when she learned that her father was dead something about how shiv roy called her father the world and yet something about how shiv roy still asks her father’s closest male confidants if he was really that bad, was my father still an okay guy when they all know the truth, they all know he wasn’t a good person, but shiv roy still remembers playing outside her father’s office just to get him to come out and shiv roy still remembers her father telling her to remember, slant of light and ugh ugh ugh ugh ugh fathers and their daughters daughters and their fathers or whatever

I am too attached to these goddamn eggs. Neither Phil nor Missa have started stream yet and I'm getting so anxious

not me, a 26-year-old woman, having nearly a full on breakdown when my mom asks if any of my dad's history books are special to me. she didn't mean anything by it, and i didn't think when i sat down and started to look through them but ugh, i nearly started sobbing and felt like i couldn't breathe at the idea of getting rid of any of them. it's fine, mom, if i can't get rid of any by the time i move out, i'll just take them all.

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Randomly remembered the half-reason i call my oc-verse by the name it has while laying in bed. One-half of the reason i still knew, but I had forgotten what had truly, really cemented it jointly until now

(it was a song from my favourite band I haven't listened to in a while.)

(the song fit so well at the time, still does, that i needed to hold onto it for the main protagonists forever, by partially naming their story in reference.)

Does this explanation make any sense? Does anyone know why I'm tearing up remembering this. Aahh