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They were gonna do Christmas decorations.
#made myself sad sorry#dsmp spoilers#dsmp finale#something something explosion bigger than thumb#niki nihachu#connoreatspants#arctic anarchist commune#dsmp syndicate#dsmp niki#dsmp connor#connoreatspants fanart#connoreatspants art#nihachu fanart#nihachu art#my art#dsmp art#dsmp fanart
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thinking about childhood best friends to lovers jason. who spent hours in the school library with you, laughing and whispering over textbooks. who took you to prom, because you didn’t have a date and definitely not because he was in love with you. who let you drive his car when you got your license. who refused to let you take the bus as soon as he could drive.
jason, who only applied to colleges you also applied to, so that he wouldn’t have to go to school without you. who convinced bruce to let him have an apartment off-campus, so you could stay with him. who made sure he was in all the same classes as you. who made sure you were never out alone after dark. who helped you study for all of your exams. who took care of you when the flu was going around campus.
jason, who never lets you move out. who reads to you when you get home from a long day at work, your head in his lap. who washes your makeup off for you when you’re too tired. who cooks for you every night and makes sure you have coffee ready when you get up every morning.
jason, who finally asks you out over breakfast one morning. who takes you on dates every friday night. who never misses an anniversary or birthday, who takes you out every valentine’s day. who never shuts up about how lucky he is to have you to anyone who will listen.
- 🍓 (apologies for how long this is, i’m sick and have been thinking extensively)
NO ANON BC I HAVE BEEN DAYDREAMING ABOUT THIS ALL DAY
but I've been angsting it.
Because you pick colleges together, but he never gets to go. He lets you drive in his $200,000 car that you were always scared of scratching, but he would reassure you and say he'd fix any damage. That same car was left unused for years. He takes you to prom and you keep the flowers, but you end up leaving the dead flowers at his grave. You would look at two-bedroom apartments together and now you're moving into a single bedroom apartment in the building you always wanted to live in together. He used to write you notes in class which would almost get you caught. Now you wished you saved those notes. The books he used to read to you, you now can't hear quotes from, lest you start crying. He used to help you study for everything and now you swear you don't know how to study alone.
Jason was with you practically every second of every day. What are you supposed to do without him. It's not that there's just a hole in your life. The center of your universe is gone.
#Sorry for angsting this. I was watching sad tiktoks all day and I made myself cry so I had to apply it to Jason#also leave as many asks as u want babe!!#jason todd x reader#red hood x reader#saph’s love letters#jason todd#red hood#jason todd imagine#saph’s thots#red hood imagine#jason todd x you#🍓 anon#red hood x you#jason todd angst#jason todd x reader angst#red hood angst#red hood x reader angst#angst#hurt/no comfort
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Pac: Does this look like a mouse? Is this good?
Pac drew the Ratinhos! (And totally didn't forget to ask if he could erase part of the chalkboard first 😅)
#Pactw#Pac#Fallout#Feel free to jump in with a proper transcript / translation#I do not know enough Portuguese to do it myself sorry!#me made a joke about rats / mice being sad in this universe though (lab rats joke afaik)
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happy 8 years
i will transform so i don't die
#my art#undertale#chara dreemurr#am a bit bereft of things to say lol sorry. usually this is where i have a whole diatribe to go off on#i didn't feel like celebrating very much this year so the artwork i made isnt very celebratory#but it was always the sad and futile parts of the story that made me feel the most when i was a kid . so#it's maybe truer to the spirit of my love for this game than any of the cutesy celebration drawings ive done over the years#um . as it was and still is. my heart lives where this story is#if i hadn't played it when i was a kid i don't know if i would have made it this far. im actually almost certain i wouldnt have#sometimes its hard to be thankful for that but i make myself be thankful lol.#so dramatic rofl. well it's just what i was thinking#thanks for being here everyone. i kind of like how this drawing turned out and i hope you will too
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｡ﾟ Will you welcome your extinction in the morning rays? ﾟ｡
#sorry for the reupload I wasn't happy with the colours but thank you to those who liked it <3#made myself a wallpaper#makes me a lil sad but that's okay#mick squeaks#mick draws#rdr2#red dead redemption 2#red dead redemption community#red dead redemption art#red dead redemption 2 spoilers#arthur morgan#mcr#my chemical romance#the foundations of decay
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We could have been us
#i’m sorry#i made myself sad#supernatural#spn#dean winchester#destiel#castiel#deancas#misha collins#jensen ackles#good omens 2 spoilers#good omens spoilers#our flag means death#ofmd#good omens 2#good omens#go spoilers#ineffable husbands#david tennant#blackbeard#blackbonnet#stede bonnet#edward teach#aziraphel#crowley
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Well I want to be honest, my mental health hasn’t been the best the past few months. I’ve been really struggling to the point of crying about several different things and it’s not anyone’s fault. Maybe my situation irl is affecting how I feel online, and it sucks because everyone is so nice and kind but I feel like I don’t belong? Idk how to explain it. It’s a very awful feeling and I’m recovering from several traumatic things I thought I’d gotten over but they keep resurfacing, I think I need to organize my feelings and stop overthinking, but I wanted to explain myself too. I’ll be unfollowing several people and you’re free to unfollow me too 💖🙏 y’all have been nothing but wonderful and a source of inspiration but I need to work on myself ;v;)b
I wish everyone a very lovely evening tbh UwU you’re all the best, bless you 💖
#pix habla#it’s hard to be honest but I have to be ฅ(•ㅅ•❀)ฅ#i could just unfollow but I wanted to explain myself too it felt wrong not to#i tried so hard to reason with my dumb little brain#but there’s too much and I need a break#this has happened before like? three times ? it’s weird#mystery skulls and undertale#hmmm i guess fnaf too then#getting diagnosed with autism made it so much worse actually now I’m convinced people only keep me around because they feel sorry for me#so I’m going to work on that#it’s not personal at all#im sad I can’t feel better no matter how nice and supportive everyone is
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Death By a Thousand Cuts but it’s Lucien reminding himself that it’s okay, he’ll be fine eventually. What’s another cut or another heartbreak? He’s survived this long. He’ll be alright. He’s a fox. He’s a gentleman. He’s the jack of all trades that people constantly underestimate. And really, what’s another disappointment? He’ll be fine. He will take all his pain, all his resentment, all that stress, and all that loneliness and yearning and shove it deep, deep down where no one can touch it or see it. He makes sure he dresses well to kill his time and he’s most definitely lost his way home. But he can pretend he’s okay even when he’s not. Even when he’s bleeding from places nobody can see. He’ll be alright, it’s just a thousand cuts.
#lucien vanserra#sorry I made myself sad and had to share#gp#why is he so sad#Sarah Janet pls give this boy happiness I beg you#gigi headcanons
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Guys whatever you do don’t think about the fact that Mike Wheeler gets no comfort while watching his best friend get taken over by a literal monster and then be in excruciating pain because of this monster, only to be lost to this monster in front of his own very eyes. Don’t think about the fact that despite being the only (aware) child in the situation, none of the adults around him ever try to check up on him or support him through this.
Then when Bob dies he’s the one providing comfort to Joyce when they run, he’s the one comforting and supporting the others by coming up with plans.
The only comfort he gets isn’t until the beginning of episode 9, when everything isn’t even over yet, and it’s too late. He’s already lost his trust in Hopper now. He kept El from him for almost a year, letting him soak in his own depression and self-guilt. He may stay by Hop after he comforts him because that’s what he is craving, it’s what he needs, but we’re back to disrespectful Mike in the next season bc obv it was too much for Mike to forgive Hop.
In season 1, we see a kid with his heart on his sleeve. He knows what he wants and he’s not afraid to tell people this, even when his own family is putting him down for it. But in s3, we see a kid who represses his emotions as far down as they’ll go, full of self-hatred, never opening up to anyone.
I believe this change is mainly due to these facts: 1) he was depressed for a whole year and no one ever picked up on it, again, no one comforted him, esp not his family. He probably thought he was being stupid, we already know he thought he was crazy. 2) at this point, he had been repeatedly shut down when voicing his thoughts (Lucas shutting down his worries about Will, Dustin yelling at him when he was grieving for Bob, Hopper immediately getting mad when he was voicing his frustrations), and he probably doesn’t think there’s any point to it anymore. No one ever listens to him anyways. And then 3) the complete lack of comfort he is (not) given throughout seeing Will, his best friend, suffer and being completely unable to help him. That is, until he’s forced to listen to his screams as he’s convincing the others to put Will to sleep.
So yeah… don’t think about that guys :)
#mike wheeler#stranger things#mike wheeler analysis#mike wheeler defender#mike wheeler defense squad#stranger things 2#byler#mike wheeler theory#mike wheeler needs a hug#or a thousand#mike wheeler means the world to me#mike wheeler angst#sorry if I made y’all sad#but I made myself sad#you have to suffer with me#Jay’s saying stuff :)#Jay's talking ST <3
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Do you think that one night in the Temple-Noble household, curled up under a blanket on the couch with half empty mugs of hot chocolate cooling down on the coffee table, Donna and The Doctor got to talking about all the things she’d missed in the others long life? In the time they spent without her? In the time they spent before her?
Do you think Donna asked about all the people they knew before they’d met each other? All the other Martha’s and Melanie’s, and Rose’s?
Do you think they told her about what happened to them all? How they left them, how they lost them?
Do you think when they got to Jamie and Zoe, Donna felt a sudden deep sorrow in her chest? Because she knows how they felt after losing someone you can’t possibly remember. She knows how that empty space festers within your mind and how it spreads to every part of who you are until you’re not even certain if there was ever a time this *thing* wasn’t missing?
But she got to remember all of it. And she knows that they didn’t. She knows that they spent the rest of their lives with that deafening black hole within themselves. Not knowing how to fill it to satisfy its all encompassing abyss. Maybe they remembered on some level. Maybe their memories of their time together, even erased from their grasp, impacted the way they acted, the way they treated life. Or maybe they really were just snapped back and left with a festering nothingness that they tried to ignore the best they could, like there was something there all along.
Do you think she chooses not to tell The Doctor this just yet? Because their hot chocolates are getting colder, and they’re falling asleep on her shoulder mumbling of all the happy times and adventures they had with those two all those centuries ago. And she couldn’t bare to take that from them. Not now. Not tonight.
She’s partially sure they know anyway. That they’re choosing to pass over that detail of their departure for her own sake. That they’re the one who chose not to tell. Not tonight. Maybe not ever.
#idk what this is#but I made myself really sad#I just think Donna and Jamie & Zoe have a lot in common#and she would see that and feel sorry they couldn’t get the ending she did#donna noble#14th doctor#fourteenth doctor#jamie mccrimmon#zoe heriot#doctor who#classic who#dw
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women selfshippers who aren't stereotypically feminine, whether in physical features or personality or anything, your f/o loves you just the way you are 💚 you are their ideal woman ! :)
#posts ive been meaning to make for months LOL#reminded bc my friend just said my hands look masculine LOL... SORRY FOR BEING A SHORT BARE NAIL ENJOYER I GUESS!!#made me laugh but also a bit sad sdkjflsjkfd like. is it not feminine enough to simply exist as a woman?#ive been trying to stop thinking like 'my f/o would like me in spite of the way i dress/my body type/the way i carry myself/etc'#bc they love me FOR all that stuff!! they love me BC I AM ME!!#selfship positivity#self ship#selfship#selfship community#f/o community#caitiechat
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On the string propaganda
Heeellll yeah
Bestie is an entire PLACE
I look at those guys and let me tell you the soul of that thing ain't just in the puppet, it's in all the neurons carrying the thoughts and emotions, it's in the power rails that serve as the heart. All the memories in the memory conflux and all the numbers we see flicker across displays, the flux condensers, the puppet; a little avatar.
No way these massive machines see life the same way we do. They have their own experiences and senses and things they hold dear. A world we can't imagine, a way of living we couldn't even comprehend.
I could never tear an iterator apart to be just a puppet. Who am I to decide how's life supposed to be enjoyed or perceived?
You treat your creechurs however you want- I ain't gonna dictate that. But damn, hearing the thrums and buzzes of the linear systems rail? They are alive with so much power, these mechanical beasts are exactly what they should be.
#sorry im just a really passionate on the string believer#you cant tell me that these massive structures kilometers wide capable of things we cant even image would look at something thats#thats comparable to a speck of dust and be like#yes i would like to rid myself of practically my entire body to be that tiny#this aint no “if i were a supercomputer i'd be sad i couldnt see the sky like i do now”#thats only because you have something to compare it to#if i were to suddenly loose everything to be just some microscopic creature i'd be miserable but only because i know what im loosing#id be loosing the ability to think like i do now id be loosing the ability to enjoy the things i do now#i dont know what life is like as a microscopic creature but i wouldnt be willing to give up my life as i know it now#and i think with iterators are the same#just how different is their life from ours and what things can they see that we are missing out on?#give up everything comfortable and known and for what??#to feel the sun? they absolutely have various temperature sensors#see the sky? those overseers were made to see things those visuals are in 4k#other animal comforts?? what about computer comforts??#what makes a lil creature happy may not necessary make a massive supercomputer happy#sorry big rant in the tags um just wanna say this is no hate to anyone who wants their creatures off the string#these are fictional beings and you do whatever makes you happy take them off the string set them loose yess enjoy little robots running#around be happy i love reading ya alls off the string shenanigans#rain world#iterator#drawins#oc veil of dreams#rw talk#rain world oc#iterator oc
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Something’s off. Steve notices it as soon as he gets home. It’s nothing major, really, but something’s definitely off. There’s this weird silence in the hallway, instead of the usual metal that Eddie is basically blasting 24/7 whenever Steve isn’t home. There’s the absence of Olly showing his little face around the corner of the door to the kitchen upon hearing Steve coming in. There’s also the absence of some crazy scent explosion emerging from the kitchen like on a usual Tuesday evening.
Steve calls out Eddie’s name, questioning, not sure if he should be worried.
“Here!”
He releases a relieved breath and gets into the living room. Eddie is his usual messy self, wild curls hanging over one end of the couch and feet wrapped in colorful socks over the other, with Olly curled up and purring on his chest.
“Hey there,” Steve says. It isn’t until he comes closer to lean down for a kiss on Eddie’s forehead, that he notices something is most definitely very, very wrong. Eddie’s eyes are swollen and red-rimmed, salty traces covering his cheeks and used tissues scattered all over the floor next to the couch. His hands are clenching into Olly’s fur, his chest is heaving unsteadily.
Eddie looks up at Steve, blinks once, twice, to get the water out of his eyes, a fresh tear rolling down his cheek.
“What happened, love?” Steve covers Eddie’s hands with his own, creating their familiar pile of Olly-Eddie-Steve, his thumb stroking over the back of Eddie’s hand.
Eddie takes a deep, shuddering breath, squeezes his eyes shut for a second. “Wayne’s sick.”
XXX
The thing is, Wayne has always been the strong one. Always. He was the arms that caught Eddie, the hands that wiped away his tears, the lips that kissed his bruises better despite his prickly beard. And now he’s - frail. There’s simply no other word for it. And Eddie doesn’t think he’s ready to be the strong one yet. That’s not how it’s supposed to be. Of course he knows that Wayne isn’t some immortal being, that he’s lived a life of harsh physical labor and cold Indiana winters, of canned beans and breakfast cigarettes since he was only a boy... But this is different. This isn’t how it was supposed to go. And Wayne knows that, too.
“I always thought it was gonna be my lungs that’d do me in,” he tells Eddie.
Eddie never thought of his uncle as an old man. But now, sitting next to his hospital bed, both his hands clasped around Wayne’s, he sees it. He sees the lines on his forehead, the near-white shade of grey of what little hair he has left on his head, the tired look in his eyes, the age spots scattered all over his arms...
Eddie releases one of his hands to wipe over his eyes. He feels another pair of hands squeezing his shoulders from behind him, reminding him that he isn’t alone, that there’s still someone else who can be the strong one when Eddie can’t.
He takes a breath.
“Nothing’s doin’ you in, man,” he manages to choke out, strengthening his grip on Wayne’s hands. Those strong, calloused hands, that have lived through so much. The hands that caught him countless times. The hands that held him tight whenever he needed it. The hands that wiped away his tears. The hands that fixed his van. The hands that ruffled his curls. The hands that held a fishing rod like a pro. The hands that tirelessly drilled holes in walls and assembled furniture when Eddie moved out of the trailer and into the apartment he and Steve got in Indianapolis. The hands that are currently resting limply on top of white hospital sheets. Frail hands.
“Ed...”
“No, I’m serious,” Eddie says. He’s always been good at running. No way in hell he’s gonna stop that habit now. "You're gonna get better. And when you do, we'll take you back home, okay? Not to Hawkins - to your real home. You, me, Steve and the van, right? You’ll see the mountains again. We’re gonna drive all the way across them, get you back to the other side, ya hear me? It’ll be this great adventure, just the three of us. We’ll stay there for as long as we want to. And then we’ll go back to Indy, and you’ll move in with us, and we’ll take care of you. And you’ll be there when we get a real house, you’ll be there when we get our first little nugget, and every next one of them, and you’ll get to play with them and see them grow up and see us goin’ grey and gettin’ old and wrinkled and fat, and you’ll be there when Lord of the Rings gets made into a movie and when world hunger gets solved and when gay marriage becomes legal and when we get our first black president and when The Police reunites... That’s how it’s gonna go, you understand?”
There’s this look in Wayne’s eyes, this look that completely terrifies Eddie, and he can’t do a thing except for collapsing onto his uncle’s chest, breathing in his scent and crying against his shirt as Wayne’s hand tangles itself in Eddie’s curls. And it doesn’t matter - it doesn’t matter that Wayne is weak and sick and lying in a hospital bed. Because he’s still the strong one. He’s still the hands that catch Eddie when Eddie breaks down. Even now.
XXX
They should’ve known that Eddie would be right. Of course they should’ve known. No God can turn down someone as stubborn as Eddie Munson - not even a God Eddie doesn’t believe in.
Wayne missed the mountain air, the perfectly prepared corn fritters, the drool in the voices around him, the natural hospitality. It’s good to be back, to get to share his roots with his boys. But it’s not like coming home. Home is where his own parents moved him some fifty years ago, with dreams of a better future that didn’t quite hold for them. Home is a rickety trailer park that doesn’t have warm water most of the time. Home is the woods around Hawkins, the rolling hills, the chilly autumn wind. But most of all, home is the smile of the boy who took him here. It’s long dark curls and big brown eyes that are currently tearing up because Wayne is standing next to him and getting stronger by the day and very much alive. It’s the memories they share, of Wayne opening his arms to catch Eddie when he was so much smaller than now; of going fishing at Lover’s Lake in the weekends; of cigarette stubs and beer bottles and metal boxes that Wayne chose to not know the contents of; of laughter and crying and fear and comfort and a whole shared lifetime, a boy growing up and still needing to be caught again and again and again.
And Wayne still does it. He still catches his boy. His two boys, now. And he’s planning on keeping to do that for a long, long time.
#whoops i made myself cry#this might have been the angstiest thing i've ever written#but i don't think i'll ever be able to do sad endings lol#and i know nothing of american subcultures so i'm very sorry if my cultural descriptions make zero sense#i tried my best#don't mind me rambling about stranger things#wayne munson my beloved#eddie munson#steve harrington#wayne munson#stranger things#fruity ficlet
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A swordsman having a favorite sword and it their pride and joy. It's basically a part of them, they can't even think about replacing it. It's them, it's a part of them, a part of their soul. They're insulted if you even try to touch their sword because it's them
And the swordsmith. The poor swordsmith. They've made blades for as long as they could lift a hammer. It's their lifeblood. Whenever someone asks what their most prized sword, they smile longingly and reply that they don't have it in their shop but they're sure everyone had saw it.
They always think of the swordsman and their prized sword. The blade forged from an act of love, a piece of the swordsmith's heart was forged into the metal. So many sleepless nights were spent to ensure the blade was beyond perfect.
And it was. It was beautiful. It was a confession. A confession unspoken. A confession unheard. Yet, as the swordsman wins another battle with the blade forged from the swordsmith's very heart, he looks longingly at the warrior. Their love keeps the swordsman safe, and that makes them happy.
#sorry I made myself sad about my own characters#WHY CAN'T THEY JUST BE HAPPY 😭😭😭#(I'm the author :[ )#oc writing#my writing#oc#oc rambling#I'll show them off later#until then I'm going to cry over them some more#OC Story: Iron Devotion
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erm okay like hear me out? ruby x clay calloway. i know, it's so crazy like who whould've thought they could ever date. such a crazy crack ship i know ahaha. what if you. what if you like. ahha. what if you like 🥺 *instantaneously dies*
(my fave t4t couple)
Gosh dang I love a rarepair
#OK ALSO I DREW THIS AND THEN LOOKED AT THE REFS- I FORGOT RUBY IS IN A WHEELCHAIR IM SORRY#Last dance before she fell too ill perhaps?? or maybe one of their earlier ones#oh now I’ve gone and made myself sad#ngl… I actually like the idea that she was in a wheelchair the whole time they knew each other#ruby my beloved oh my gosh#anyway enjoy your lovely lions#my art lol#sing 2#sing movie#clay calloway#ruby calloway#draw the squad
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god save our women; a ramble of an analysis
or, captain laserhawk REALLY shot jade in the face and im still upset about it because oh my GOD they really made her be thrown into a role that is not HER and in death she's still a Figure.
yknow, i personally don't have a problem with sarah x jade, but over the past few months occasionally i'd think about it. yeah, it's funny to call sarah gay as hell for putting jade in a femme fatale outfit, but. should that truly be our basis for the ship? or should we think a bit deeper on why exactly sarah would put the sole woman in her lil tool set into such a position? i wonder why it wouldn't hurt to think about why jade would be forced into a role where one has to be sexual.
sarah is an extent of eden and eden is society and society will occasionally harp an odd sort of something masquerading as feminism to you that being sexual gives you power! but really it only serves to loop back into being for the man's enjoyment.
now i have to say that being sexual can be empowering! it really is! we just also have to acknowledge that in the eyes of society, sex is an exchange where it serves the man more than it does the woman. it still feels good to be sexual though, and being sexual can be used right for what you want.
but when it comes to jade, jade is forced to fall into this femme fatale role, this role that demands one to be a maneater, when she usually sticks to a more impersonal way of work. in this role, she dresses in clothes that she's not comfortable with wearing, when told to change from her usual outfit she is visibly uncomfortable, and overall it doesn't fit her.
she is not a sexual person. she does not typically utilise sexuality as a tool in her arsenal, she doesn't even seem to really touch it (or she's just insanely bad at flirting). either way, she's not used to being in this position because she does not choose to be in this position often.
anyways, why does sarah think to put the woman in a position where she would have to step out of her comfort zone? because obviously, she uses things and positions as tools, and sexuality is a tool.
now i want yall to bear with me as i compare sarah to another woman in media; makima. no im not calling sarah some god awful dommy mommy or some shit, i'm bringing in makima to highlight how sexuality is used. she uses her sexuality as a woman to entice this young boy into doing things for her, ranging from a kiss to assaulting him and telling him that she'll give him more as a reward. while not inherently sexual, she offers up a date with her to encourage the devil hybrids under her control. she even offers up a kiss at one point to encourage competition. makima, someone raised by the government and given tools that she uses to manipulate others, has sexuality in her arsenal. it is not a stretch to say that sarah, someone who has intimate understanding of the government, the ladder she climbs, has seen others use sexuality as a tool. hell, it might even be encouraged to use it as a tool. i'm absolutely not saying that sarah fucked her way to the top, im saying that sarah is aware that sexuality is a tool that one can use.
now we all know how sarah got to the top, which can be reasonably assumed to be through military rank and impersonal ways. ways that don't require one to lower your guard and take you in before they strike, like a femme fatale way would. sarah most likely got through to the top by using people and throwing just enough weight around. so why does she not allow jade to flourish in a way that honestly would benefit the team way better yeah no its because she sees her as a fucking tool in order to recognise jade's real talents she must first let go of the notion that she is a simple tool and accept that as a human she has legitimate strengths in unique areas and not just one where you can remind them who is in charge and how you are a tool and FUCK EDEN AND THEIR FUCKING TOOL MINDSET FUCKING CAPITALIST MINDSET IN A SO CALLED POST CAPITALISTIC SOCIETY!!!!!
okay im getting a lil heated but yknow what let's continue FUCK PEY'J LOOK AT THIS SHIT
IM SO SORRY BEYOND GOOD AND EVIL FANS THEY DID YOU SO WRONG BECAUSE THEY WANTED TO FUCKING HAMMER IN THE IDEA OF JADE BEING A FIGURE AND NOT A PERSON EVEN IN DEATH SHE IS BOILED DOWN TO SOME FUCKASS WHO KNEW HER AS A BABY'S LOVE INTEREST AND I KNOW FOR A FACT THEY DID YALL WRONG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! they did yall so wrong my god. my god !! imagine! someone who knew you as a BABY openly admitted to you when you were a young adult in your 20s that he has feelings for you! what the hell! what purpose does this serve than to cement the idea that jade is a tool, a motive? jade, a goddamn REPORTER tryna spread light on a legitimate issue on society and then gets thrown into the Ghosts because of it, is boiled down to a tool. a fucking tool by both sarah and pey'j, TWO PEOPLE WHO ARE SEEN by both show and fandom AS POSSIBLE LOVE INTERESTS FOR JADE.
SHE LITERALLY COULD HAVE BEEN SO MUCH MORE IF SARAH DID SEE HER AS HUMAN AND DID UTILISE HER ACTUAL TALENTS INSTEAD OF SEEING HER AS A TOOL AND FOR THAT JADE IS UNFORTUNATELY NOT SEEN AS A PERSON, BUT AS A FIGURE.
but yknow what. yknow who also has been seen as a figure and not a person.
dolph laserhawk. eden's child soldier that they raised as a paragon of hope fallen into disgrace.
yknow what also happens with dolph and jade? they treat each other as human. jade includes dolph in her lil vlogs as she does with the rest of the team, because she is a good person. dolph recognises that she is indeed a person, someone worth remembering as themselves. not as who she was to someone, but as someone who went out of her way to offer kindness. she gets a goddamn speaking role in his vr dream alongside alex, who yes groomed him, but he also made dolph feel human.
i didnt even realise it before that they put the only two people (that are. dead. bullfrog is not here for obvious reasons) that have made dolph feel human and not an extension of eden in one frame BUT THYE FUCKING DID. these mfs and dolph are basically real recognises real
this isn't about dolph though, this is about jade. jade, who didn't get to be shown to the world as a person, who posthumously became a figure for a man's revenge, who was put into a position she is not suited for because she was not recognised as human. jade, who is the most human out of the ghosts, who gave voice to those that couldn't through her work, who went into exposing pagan min because of her uncle, her family that she loved. for being the most grounded member, they had to kill you because you mattered so much. kept the team together through kindness. god they did you so wrong jade.
#jade captain laserhawk#i could have saved her#i feel like with this one i was overexplaining myself#sorry when i get rambly i overexplain myself a lot#anyways i hope yall imagine me holding jade like ivan the terrible and his son#she makes me so sad#genuinely deserved so much better#god#analysis#character analysis#captain laserhawk#happy woman's history month#ramble#dolph laserhawk#pey'j captain laserhawk#sarah fisher#by the way! idc if you ship sarajade#i jus. im ngl i think i dont fw it anymore LMOA#like making this made me realise i dont LMAAOAOAO
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