rewatching TBT and huh wonder why poppy is suddenly talking about wishing to have a sibling ooh it’s probably from staying again at the troll tree that’s bringing up memories. well there should be some evidence of Viva still there🤔… unless Peppy covered it up😬
sometimes I can’t help but wonder why grian is the way he is, especially with scar. scar offers him unconditional love and compassion, no matter the world. third life they were partners. last life scar clearly wanted a team with grian in the beginning. double life was… very convoluted but there was still that love there. and teaming with grian in limited life seemed to be all that scar wanted.
and yet grian pushes and pulls. he pulls scar close, reaches for him. but just before scar can get too close, grian pushes him away.
he kills him. he steals from him. he does things that really, scar should hate him for.
and it makes me wonder why. I mean, grian has unconditional love being offered to him. but he never takes it. not fully at least. there’s always a surface level acceptance. he gives just enough but takes so much more.
and we all know “grian is scared of killing scar again after third life”, but I can’t help but think it goes so much deeper than that. because on some level, grian does reciprocate scar’s feelings. he does love scar. his actions say that much.
but he’s always pushing scar away. maybe it’s because he doesn’t want to believe that scar’s love isn’t just something that scar is going to take away; like pulling the rug out from under him. maybe it’s because grian is afraid of giving scar an opportunity to betray him first.
or maybe he’s scared of the vulnerability that comes with loving and being loved. so he hurts scar before scar can hurt him, and it’s a way of keeping himself self (while also breaking himself down without realizing it).
and scar? I think scar sees all of that. grian’s fears and his defense mechanisms. yet he loves him in despite of it all. he continues to offer grian love and kindness, even as grian stabs him in the back. even as grian pushes him away to protect both scar and himself.
it’s like scar is trying to coax a wounded animal out from the corner. he’s patient. he’s kind. he’s loving. and he tries to show grian that he can be dangerous too, so that maybe grian won’t feel as scared. he tries to show grian that his love really is unconditional, that it isn’t a trick.
but grian is so buried in his fears that he doesn’t see it.
yeah yeah the angst of it all, but Eddie's "three minutes and seventeen seconds" is actually so funny. the way he says it, he's practically twirling his hair and batting his big brown eyes, asking Buck 'are you impressed that I know that? are you impressed at how well I know you? are you impressed that I brought you back after three minutes and seventeen whole seconds being dead? aren't we just soo soulmate shaped?'
Personally, I don't think we talk enough about the end credit for Studies in Modern Movement where Jeff cries when Bbed dies in Troy and Abed's puppet show.
"When Drouin was not playing for Tampa, when he stepped away for a bit and was then sent down, I went to Colorado to do a piece on something and MacKinnon pulled me aside and he was like "You gotta talk up Drouin. You gotta talk up Drouin. He's a player. He's a player." Nathan MacKinnon has been talking up Jonathan Drouin since before he was traded to Montreal and I think a lot of people wondered if Drouin would ever play again, I'm rooting for him hugely, I hope this is a great fit for him, and - you know - MacKinnon is going to drag him through."
oooooooohhugyghh the springtrap brainrot is hitting real hard today. specifically the angsty parts.
my headcanon is that his actual body, the corpse, is still technically, somehow alive. he's still breathing. he still feels hunger and thirst and tired, but he just...can't do any of them. his body is essentially forced to breathe even with the springlocks puncturing his lungs. he's starving and exhausted and suffocating but he can't die. he is on the verge of death at all times but nothing can push him past that. and that's just the physical side of things. the complete loss of any sense or communication or stimulation while stuck in that room for 30 years wouldve been so, so much worse than any physical sensation. he's stuck in this pitch black room, in his own pain, with nothing to do except think, or do some mindless movement like pacing. he'd tried everything- trying to scream for help until he couldn't make noise at all. throwing himself against the door to force it open. nothing worked. all he could do was hope and beg that someday that door would open and he'd get himself out of this damn room- but until then it was the same every day. forgetting who he was. forgetting any language skills, forgetting people. forgetting how to be a human. delusions and hallucinations constantly tearing at his sense of what was real and what wasn't, until the line between that room, himself, and the outside world became blurred. he wasn't in that room anymore- he was that room. feeling the walls closing in pressing harder and harder until eventually leaving the room was merely a forgotten memory.