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icescrabblerjerky · 1 month

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The more I think about the contrast between Zolf and Grizzop the more respect I have for the character choices Ben made and how they contributed to the story.

When Zolf first leaves the group he's leaving because he's paralyzed by indecision - everything he knows has been challenged and he cannot find a path forward. He's the most uncertain person in the world, second guessing everything he's ever done and everything he ever will do in the future, completely adrift.

EVERYTHING about Grizzop is about going forward. Every decision he makes is firm and absolute, every step he takes he takes with the full confidence that he's doing the right thing. Grizzop makes mistakes but he doesn't reflect on them, he doesn't have time for that, and in the end it's very much his choice that gets him killed. He decides to look back at the hand of Hades. He decides to finish the hunt regardless of the cost of moving forward into a literal nest of spears. He is CERTAIN and it gets him killed.

When Zolf comes back he's better - yes. He's no longer plagued by the crushing doubt of what sent him away from the group but he's STILL PLAGUED BY DOUBT. He still is uncertain of every step he takes, is still unsure of his own authority, still takes every failure of himself and his companions on his own conscience. But he deals with it. He has realised that he cannot be sure if what he is doing is good, but by the same token, he can't not do it. Because doing nothing is where his despair comes from, and doing nothing when he could be doing something means that all his guilt is justified.

And that's... what hope is really. The hope that what you're doing will make a difference.

#zolf smith #rusty quill gaming spoilers #alex don't look #rusty quill gaming #grizzop drik acht amsterdam

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fcntasmas · 11 months

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seven sentence sunday, tagged by my love @capseycartwright mwah <333

here's some more of the moments fic for y'all on this lovely sunday afternoon:

“Yeah,” Eddie pinches the bridge of his nose, tampering down the bitterness that arises with Buck’s question. “She said yes, so we’re—”

He’s pinned against the counter from one second to the next, quickly enough so Eddie’s not entirely show how it happened.

He takes a second to assess the situation — Buck is suddenly close enough so that their noses are brushing, and his hands have seized Eddie’s hips in a solid grip, as if to keep him in place.

“Hello,” Eddie blinks. “What’s happening?”

Buck meets his gaze. “Don’t go out with her,” he blurts, and it takes Eddie a second to actually process the words.

Once he does, however, all he can really do is frown. “What?”

Buck’s expression is turning restless, his eyes a little hopeless — he’s looking at Eddie like he has something that belongs to him, and not the other way around.

“Don’t go out with her,” Buck repeats, his tone pleading. “Please. Call her. Cancel. Say you’re sorry. Then don’t ever see her again.”

Eddie, for his part, doesn’t necessarily have a problem with this course of action; were it up to him, he’d shut everyone he may have found himself having a fleeting interest in out, in the hopes of preserving the parts of himself that have been shaped entirely by Buck.

But he can also acknowledge that particular impulse is mostly his weakness for Buck talking. It’s not new, nor is it an entirely convoluted concept, not really. He’s in love with the guy, for fuck’s sake, he could ask Eddie to push a puppy in front of a train and Eddie would probably do it, no questions asked.

The rational part of him, for as diluted as it finds itself under the blue of Buck’s gaze, tells Eddie that maybe instead of immediately agreeing to these terms, he should follow up with a line of questioning. Eddie, irrationally annoyed with said rational part of him, listens to it nevertheless.

“Why?” he demands. “She’s pretty. She’s sweet. She — it was exciting. I haven’t — not for a long time, and — she’s someone I could — it’d be helpful for the both of us if I—”

Buck kisses him. He kisses him, and whatever part of Eddie’s brain was working short-circuits so immediately and entirely that he can’t do much else but stand there, slack-jawed, because what the fuck.

“I don’t want you to date her,” Buck growls against Eddie’s lips, and the sound sends a traitorous shiver down Eddie’s spine. “I don’t want you to date anyone.”

“That’s a little selfish of you,” Eddie mutters, but his lips are starting to react to Buck’s, despite himself.

“Yeah,” Buck breathes. “I know.”

tagging @mellaithwen, @renecdote, @nymika-arts, @herodiaz, @homerforsure, @littlespoonevan, @tawaifeddiediaz, & anyone else who may be writing something that i want to SEE

#*#moments fic #alex don't look

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luukeskywalker · 2 years

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now i know logically this is because thrawn must have sat anakin down and been like "ok so you obviously swear like a sailor, and to pretend you're from wild space you have to curse like you're from wild space. here are some useful words to know."

but what's even more funny is the idea that they're sitting awkwardly in silence on the trip out to this separatist base and at one point anakin just goes "hey what're some of the nastiest curse words you guys have out here" and thrawn was like "lol. lmao,"

#thrawn: alliances #star wars #anakin skywalker #grand admiral thrawn #alex don't look

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room993 · 10 months

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WHEN YOU LEFT

I BET YOU HELD HER BODY CLOSER

AND I WAS HOPING YOU WOULD TELL HER IT WAS OVER

YOU'RE ALL I THINK ABOUT-

#lyrics #alex don't look

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timdrakesbussy · 2 months

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Haley: *Pointing at Sebastian* We can't manipulate, Haley: *Pointing at Alex* mansplain, Haley: *Pointing at Sam* or malewife our way out of here. Abigail: *Wielding a sword* MANSLAUGHTER IT IS THEN