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You know what i just realised??? The Dooku apprenticeship line is LITERALLY REPEATING.
Sabine is such an homage to Anakin, she doesnt listen to her master, has authority issues, she thinks with her heart more than her head like when she left Ahsoka's ship to go look at the map alone because to her finding Ezra was more important than 'preventing a war'. Sounds like someone?? And a version of this trait is present in all the padawans since Qui-gon.
Ignorant at first: We all know about Anakin but even Obi wan was a stuck up, he wanted to follow the orders of the Council more than he heard what his master had to say.
Humility after loss: But after Qui Gon died he became humble, just like how Ahsoka was a miscreant who, when she was young, wanted to complete missions regardless of Anakin's advice but grew up to be more thoughtful of her surroundings and appreciated her master's words better after she lost him.
Feelings over Training: Ahsoka couldnt finish her training like Anakin couldnt finish his padawan's. But theres a relation to Obi Wan too. I think in a way Obi Wan couldnt complete Anakin's training either. Because the War got in the way.
The Clone Wars highlighted multiple times that a war was no time for a padawan like Ahsoka to learn how to become a jedi. The jedi had to choose sides (but thats a whole another debate) so Ahsoka learned to become a soldier first, jedi second.
But that was the same for Anakin too in some respect. Obi Wan couldnt teach him how to be a jedi knight and help him deal with his fears about Padme at the same time. It wasnt his fault, Obi Wan was a great master (Anakin DID become one of the most powerful jedi ever), but he couldnt teach Anakin to let go like he let go of Satine. (Im not gonna dive into my thoughts about whether Obi wan was right)
But that circles back to Sabine through Ahsoka. Even though her training was incomplete, she became a great warrior, and, alongside Obi Wan, is considered the perfect example of what the Jedi ahould be even though shes called more of a Grey Jedi. But it shows that she had more Obi Wan in her while Sabine has more of Anakin. Its also a point that Sabine is not force sensitive which is why she naturally leans more on her instinct and feelings rather than training.
Sabine at this point resembles the lineage just like Ahsoka resembled her master when she was first introduced. I hope that we see Sabine and Ahsoka connect again and have a meaningful journey. Shes a great character and her initiative call to Ahsoka to tell her thats shes ready, tells a lot about how she can be a good apprentice.
#before anyone says that all padawans have complex relationships with their master#like obi with qui gon or sabine with ahsoka#thats not necessarily true#exhibit a: luminara and bariss#exhibit b: caleb and depa#anyway thanks for reading if youre here#its just my opinion#starwars#star wars rebels#ahsoka show#sabine wren#ahsoka tano#obi wan kenobi#qui gon jinn#anakin skywalker#headcanonbypeanutmcqueen
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Bit the bullet and did the power-hungry ending on my exploratory playthrough to get it over with. I always love my boy, but he does very much turn into a bastard. Wrote this very quickly as a quick exercise because I hated that I had no dialogue that felt right. Anyway, enjoy the trash. Nothing explicit happens but a lot of dubious, awful shit is implied so please read at your own risk. Spoilers, obviously.
“And of course, I couldn’t have accomplished all this without you, and one wicked turn deserves another,” His eyes flash crimson beneath his pale lashes, glowing ominously in the firelight. “So tell me, my love, what is it that you desire?”
He expects her glossy elevator eyes and a seductive smile. For her to reach for him with her soft, little hands and pull him close, aching to feel him– to taste him in all of his newfound resplendent glory. To offer her neck in submission, pleading for him to change her, to become like him, to sit at his side eternally as he rules from his throne on high as his most beloved spawn. His first and most revered creature of the night. His queen.
But she doesn’t.
Her brows furrow, the corner of her lips tugging inward as she purses them. It’s not the reaction he was expecting, to say the least. He frowns as he inspects her expression, trying to suss out exactly what it is that plagues her. She looks worried– anxious, even. She pulls her gaze away from him, stepping back away from him ever so slightly, staring at the dirt for a moment before speaking.
“I just wanted you to be happy, Astarion. You were always so afraid, so paranoid that something or someone was going to come for you in the night. I never wanted you to have to worry about that ever again.”
“And now I don���t,” He arches a pale brow. “Isn’t this what you wanted, my love? We’ll never fear anything ever again.”
He feels her uncertainty vibrate the air around him, a sense of unease that permeates through her pores. It is not love and adoration and undying loyalty that she offers, but trepidation.
“I know. I know it’s everything you ever wanted, and I’m happy for you, but it just seems like–”
“Just seems like what?” He cocks his head, narrowing his eyes at her.
“It seems like it’s changed you somehow. You’re– you’re different,” She reaches a tender hand up to caress his cheek, and he fights the instinct to lean into her touch.
“I am different,” He insists, his voice raising slightly. “Power beyond imagining. There has never been a vampire such as I am now. I feel it coursing through my veins, practically bursting at the seams with it–” That familiar habit crawls up his tongue, and he slips the words before he even thinks them over. “And we did it together. I’m untouchable now, and thus, so are you. It’s our world to take, darling. I love you. Isn’t that what you wanted so desperately?”
There’s a twinge of something he doesn’t quite recognize from her. Hurt, or perhaps… disappointment?
“Asto, I never wanted to strongarm or manipulate you into loving me. I care deeply for you, but that’s my burden to bear. I never wanted more from you than you wanted to give.”
“Then what did you want?” His lips curl downward into a frown, and he closes the gap between them that she created, stepping close enough to her to have her shifting.
“I just–” She pauses, her words hanging heavy in the air and on her mind as she says them. “--I had hoped you would have let go after killing Cazador. Realized that you don’t need power everlasting to be happy. I guess I thought you would have learned something from all of this–”
“Learn what, exactly?” His tone shifts, his words pointed and cruel as he spits them out, fists furling at his sides. “You naive, silly little girl. You’ve no idea what it’s like– what the world is truly like. You dare to condemn me after what I’ve seen? You’d judge me for taking strength where I find it? Strength that I use to protect both of us? To save your pretty little neck from all those creatures who seek to spill your blood? You dare pretend to understand?
He feels it through the tadpole— The whip and lash of barbed grief against her heart, ripping through her chest like a fanged maw. It's enough to almost bring him to his knees, but if it wasn't for their bond, he wouldn't have the slightest idea. Her face hardens and she betrays nothing at all: a slow blink in his direction, emotionless face creaseless as porcelain, not a thing betrayed—
—Save her eyes. There's something in her eyes that tears at him. Panics him. He cannot place it but fear creeps up his spine, taking hold in his brain. Something disappears from them as he speaks and they glaze over, empty and melancholic. As if she is letting go.
She shakes her head, the column of her throat twitching ever so slightly as she hard-swallows. "You're right. I— I don't. I'm sorry," She turns her eyes from him, and her expression hardens into something unreadable entirely. "I'll leave it then. I don’t want anything from you. Enjoy your power, Astarion. You’ve– you’ve earned it."
There is something unspoken in her words that batters at his brain, panicked and flapping about as a freshly caged bird. He prods at their connection and feels her recoil from him— feels her retreat into the recesses of her mind, severing their connection where she can, and blanking him out where she cannot. She is locking him out— and he realizes that it is perhaps for good.
His lip curls as she turns from him without another word, walking away, abandoning the conversation— abandoning him. There's a flash of sanguine rage and a pulse of power not entirely his own yet and his hand extends of its own will, fingers grasping at her throat and drawing her again, nails digging into the same flesh he'd once caressed so tenderly.
"Don't you walk away from me! Don't you ever turn your back on me again! Do you understand?"
Fear. That's what's in her eyes now. Not fear of him, but fear of what he has done. Of what she has allowed him to become. She searches him for a trace of the man she'd cared for, the man she shed blood for— both hers and countless others— to save. All she finds is a twisted mockery of it. The man she has helped him become— if a man is what you can call him.
She has created a monster, and now he has turned his blood-red gaze on her.
"Astarion—"
He feels her pulse in his palm, rabbiting away in her ribs, the scent of her rushing blood palpable in his lungs. The very same scent as when she stares down a pack of howling gnolls or a murderous cultist with a knife to her belly. It is a scent that so often fades when he is near enough to her for comfort, but it is more powerful than ever as he bears down on her now.
"That's not how this is going to work, darling," He hisses, yanking her so close he can see himself in the whites of her wide eyes. "You are never to walk away from me again. Am I clear?"
The force of her rage hits him, edged with red, raw disgust. Her lip twitches, eyes narrowing on him as the malaise of her mourning is devoured by a tidal wave of both her pride and her indignant anger. "I am not your servant. You do not command me."
"Is that so? Isn't that what you wanted? Hmm? To lose yourself in me like you told me once upon a time? You wanted me to care for you– to love you– and I’ve told you that I do. You sought something from me and now you dare to turn your back on me?"
"I wanted to be with you! I cared about you! You're not some toy to be played with or some vessel for pleasure! I never wanted anything from you that you didn’t willingly give!" She stumbles over the words, shame seeping through her like a thick, viscous ink. "I didn't know what it meant. I didn't know what he had done to you—"
"And it doesn't matter," He sneers, sharp eyes locked on hers. "You gave yourself to me that night, did you not? You saw me through everything standing at my side, cut down as many bodies as I, handed me the knife I used to carve Cazador's skin, gave me your eyes so that I might sign the contract that pledged my soul and countless others to the hells, and now you dare to pretend your hands are clean as you point a finger at me?"
"I wanted you to feel safe! To never have to look over your shoulder in fear ever again! To never again have to sleep with one eye open like we do now, just waiting for the creatures that stalk the shadows to swoop down upon us! For the first time in your life, I wanted you to know for certain that you could kill anything that threatened you or your freedom! I never wanted to tear down Cazador's tyrannical throne only to place you upon it— but it seems that's exactly what I've done!"
Something in his body snaps, and his reaction is a visceral, violent scarlet slash of fury. He squeezes her neck, baring ivory fanged teeth down on her as he would a prey. "Do not ever compare me to him!"
Her eyes are wide with fear– with disgust– as she croaks out the words from beneath his palm.
“Look at yourself, Astarion. Am I wrong?”
He looks down at her, at the woman he claims to love as he chokes her and she suffocates on his power, her bruising throat flexing in strain beneath his steely fingertips. He can just barely make himself out in the dewy sheen of her eyes as they begin to water, and what stares back at him isn’t a man– it is a monster.
Something in him shatters like glass, the last threads of his sanity slipping away through his fingertips. He is too far gone now to turn back, too lost in the red mist to find the light.
But he will not wander it alone. He will never be alone again.
"I am whatever I say I am, and you are what I say you are, and you will do as I command. Your place is at my side, now and forever," He challenges her, fingers squeezing tighter on her throat as he breathes in the sweet, saccharine scent of her terror; the palpating, rocketing pulse of her thrumming heart. "And you will acquiesce to me. It’s not a request."
"Don't you dare presume to order me about like I'm your slave!" She claws at his wrist, trying to wrench free of his grip. “I never agreed to that!”
“You don’t have to, my love,” He leans down further, pressing his forehead to hers. “Because I have decided for you.”
“You do not get that right!” She snarls, baring her own teeth back at him.
“Oh, but I do, darling. But I do. You don’t seem to grasp how this is going to work, so allow me to explain it to you.”
He shoves her hard to the ground, releasing her throat only to leer over her from above, stepping on either side of her body. Her will is iron, but the flash of fear across her face is unmistakable.
“You gave yourself to me, and I intend to keep what is mine. Your body is so fragile– so frail– You’d never survive without me, and I have no intentions of letting you go now that I have you. So you will stay by my side always. It’s what’s best for you, my little love, and you belong to me.”
“I don’t belong to anyone.”
“Yes,” He says firmly, as if scolding a small child. “You do.”
“I don’t have to obey you!” She hisses.
“Not yet, perhaps.”
Horror grips her and realization takes hold. “You wouldn’t, Astarion. You can’t do this–”
“I didn’t want it to be like this,” He bends his knees, leaning down as he brushes the hair from her neck, thumb stroking tauntingly over her pulse point. “I wanted you to come willingly. I wanted you to ask for it, accept my gift of your own volition. But you’re a foolish, willful girl. You don’t know what’s good for you, do you? So I will show you.”
“After everything? After everything you’ve been through? After everything we have been through?” Her voice breaks, and with it, her heart. Her strength slips away, and he can feel it swallow his senses in a wretched black void, sending him drowning him in her abyssal anguish– her betrayal at his hands– but he shoves it down and locks it away. Something he cannot place claws and tears at his own heart with a need so violent it almost sends him reeling, something begging him to stop, that this isn’t right– to her of all people– but he silences it. He will not lose her. He will not.
Even if he must place a collar around her neck to keep her and keep her leash pulled taut.
And what she has to say about it is of little consequence.
“This doesn’t have to hurt, my sweet girl,” He says softly, flicking his tongue over a fang. “But I know you like when it does.”
“Astarion, please! I don’t want to have to hurt you–”
He laughs, vicious and cruel, cackling like a hyena over carrion. “As if you could! I’m untouchable. The very power of the night bends to my commands, and so too shall you. Even your blood sings for me, eager and ready and willing. Begging for me,” He places his hand softly on her chest, just above her rips, feeling the gentle pump beneath. “You want this, even as you play coy. You want to belong to me. So I will give it to you what you desire.”
“Is that what you’re telling yourself?” A single silver tear slips down the gentle curve of her cheek.
He blinks at her, and for a moment, he freezes upon seeing her tears and she can see a glimpse of him in there. Somewhere deep and far, screaming and thrashing and desperate against his own might, fighting a war against his very nature. He looks at her with the same eyes that revere her, crave her, love her– but above all, honor her.
For a fleeting moment, he is the Astarion she loves. His lip trembles and quakes and the urge to hold her is overwhelming. To comfort her. To hold her close and keep her safe and protect her, to strike down all her fears with his bare hands. To love her.
And yet he is the source of her pain.
“Yes.”
And then he is gone again. The light goes out and his eyes become inky black pits, nothing in them but her own miserable reflection as he leans down ever further, his warm breath against her neck as he teases her throat with a fang.
“Give yourself to me, now and always,” He whispers, blasphemous and terrible as it runs a shiver down her spine. “By my side now and forever. It’s all ours, my love. Everything we lay eyes upon. We can have it all. Wealth, power– each other. Centuries upon centuries stretching into the endless horizon of eternity. I want it all, and I want to share it with you.”
She could raise a hand to him. She could try and fight him off with tooth and nail and flame. She could kick and crawl, scramble away back to the safety of camp. She could–
But she doesn’t.
“I don’t want this, Astarion. A beloved slave is still a slave. A diamond collar is still a collar. A leash held by someone you love is still a leash. I love you, but you can’t force this. Please–” She exhorts, trying to swallow back a bout of fresh tears. “Please don’t do this. Not to me. Not to you.”
He inhales raggedly, hand slipping up to her cheek to cup it, savoring her warmth one last time.
“I have to. I won’t lose you. Not now, not ever. Not to age or blight or foolish notions. I cherish you, and I’d see you safe.”
“A gilded cage is still a cage.” She closes her eyes, hand furled in his doublet.
“And I will carry it with me. Always.”
#Baldur's Gate 3#Astarion#bg3 spoilers#baldurs gate 3 spoilers#astarion x tav#Astarion Romance#Sorta anyways#Sad shit fellas sad shit#babys first angst#I don't usually write stuff like this so uh#not necessarily true to his character but thats not what this is about
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I think a lot of this 'religion is necessarily oppressive' stuff honestly is kind of like the confusion about ppl thinking that like, slavery and scientific racism and etc came about BECAUSE OF beliefs that Black people etc were not fully human rather than those beliefs -- those ARGUMENTS, really -- being JUSTIFICATIONS that were invented to allow white ppl to continue to engage in slavery which was at its core about economic exploitation. Like that most systemic bigotry serves a Useful Purpose to those in power and that's why it exists; the policies aren't put in place because of the beliefs. The cart isn't pulling the horse. Christian stuff was used to justify the same things that later, "scientific progress" was used to justify in the west (e.g. scientific racism, eugenics, etc. Very very very much rooted in the idea of certain beliefs and cultures as inherently more rational and forward thinking because BEING RATIONAL AND VALUING SCIENTIFIC PROGRESS WERE CULTURAL VALUES AT THE TIME.) (This does not say anything about Science. It says things about Institutes and power and oppression.)
Similarly, you see a lot of people saying "well religion is used to justify oppression by the people in power" and its like yes. Religion is not unique. Beliefs about what is true about the world -- ideology -- can always be used to do this and frequently is.
When there are common beliefs held by a majority of people in a given culture those beliefs will be used by the people in power to explain and justify the things they do to maintain power and control in society.
This isn't a function of religion. It's a function of power.
When people say "well, this religious rhetoric is/was used to justify misogynistic legal standards in this society" the answer is yep. And if it wasn't that it would be something else because that society had an investment in that specific kind of oppression of women. We have seen this morph into 'rational' 'scientific' explanations for women's inferiority and justifications for making women second class citizens once the cultural values swing more towards rationality and science, as well. Thats... regular.
Like... love to have a good faith convo about this with someone who doesn't get weird and reactionary about "Religious People" but sure not seeing much of that going on. Weirdly.
Anyway.
#jewish#i think this can be a tough pill to swallow bc it necessarily involves#accepting that your secular ideology and philosophy can be exploited just as easily for violence and harm#as religious ideology can#because thats humans babey#fascinating also to me is the phenomenon of people believing that bc they do not subscribe to any beliefs that they see as#''religious'' or ''spiritual'' they are immune to magical thinking of any sort.#i promise you that is not true in the slightest.#and also the things that we each identify as SILLY AND OBVIOUSLY UNTRUE FAIRY TALE SHIT is... culturally determined hee hee#im sorry to tell u that no one is objective about reality. thats rough buddy!
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cant describe how nice it feels 2 see canon!vash again after bejng surrounded by fanon for days. its like waking uo from a nightmare . trimax vash my fresh glass of water
#went back to some random chapter in the manga n i love him so much#everytnjng ab him jn trimax is just so wholly n truly him.#i dont necessarily hate fanon for fanonsake per say#but i saw a rb today thats said smt smt like : i prefer when people stay true to canon content#and work around that and its limitations bc its so interesting to see the story As it exists ans how you can interact w all of its poeces#pieces* as opposed to reimagining smth so completely that you inevitably change core components of Who characters are or why they are that w#way#so idont mean for this to sound like . boo fanon blows bc i definitely pick and choose things ab my fav charas all the time#but trimax vash is jst The perfect iteration of him in my mind. the og . the blueprint . my 1 and only#trigun#vash#trigun maximum#like yk when you havent read the source material in a while#and u only rly see like . other ppls interpretations of ur fav chara#its like a mountain of minute differences that gradually water them down#and ur like hmm maybe im like indifferent ab them.and then u go back to the source n its like nonavtually they r my everytbing j still love#them . heart emoji. v . ❤️
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i dont think something has to be art to be good or to have merit and vice versa. this applies also and especially to video games
#with a lot of video games imo its more often the case that youre looking at several artistic components comprising a final product#but said final product isnt necessarily a piece of art. and it doesnt have to be and thats fine#i feel like the anti video games era of a couple decades ago has made people very defensive of them#to the point where they place the right of vgs to exist as a medium ENTIRELY on the fact that they are invariably a form of art#and i just dont think thats necessarily true. just as a song or picture isnt necessarily a piece of art either#like. adding to the list of mediums that can sustain artwork doesnt break the paradigm that the medium itself is the artwork#which is what should be reconsidered in the first place#yeab
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i dont ship holmes/moriarty in any other adaptation, but basil and ratigan are exes
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it'd just be really nice to have a fucked up thasmin kiss to parallel with this
#not that this is particularly fucked up but like#the whole river/doctor thing is fucked up like the more you think about it the more youre like#well.#not that it's like Immoral or anything whatever#just#its wibbly wobbly timey wimey its not a Good love story necessarily#its-#anyway#whatever#but ive been writing fucked up thasmin kiss scenarios#just after lotsd#and like idk a good omens sorta situation doesnt seem out of the question to me#thats kinda where i get to every time#just make them angry enough to kiss abt it#but now its so vivid in my head im seriously frustrated the actual shot doesnt exist#it exists in my head!!!#actually not true the scene ive been writing theyre stuck in a pitchdark cave so like#you wouldnt see anything hkjhgjkgh THEY cant see anything!!#comedy#but like. wheres the kiss#wheres the hannibal deleted scene before they jump off the cliff#i need it
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On the one hand, Caleb clearly has access to teleport and can visit any of his friends anytime he wants
On the other, I’m currently on episode 108 of the campaign where he drunkenly asks beau and nott to come back with him when everything is over and after seeing Caleb go home alone in the reunion episode?????
It’s fine I’m fine I’m not crying about it
#Caleb widogast#mighty nein reunited#critical role spoilers#mighty Nein#critical role#for context I am enjoying the reunion special very much but my brain won’t stop reminding me that Caleb is alone#EVEN THOUGH THATS NOT NECESSARILY TRUE
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sosorry that my art is so inconsistent rn i think i'm in a blender AUGH UAGH RBRBBRBRAHGH AG
#octobver art challenge more like. try a bunch of weird shit that im not necessarily vibe with#anyway i dont really care ive jut been in this weird sort of like. not artblock exactly but art rut or somethng. so my old stuff looks#better to me regardless of whether thats actually true or not#also the weather is so grey its destroying my brain and executive dysfunction has it out for me
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people acting like there isn't still very much an active stigma against cannibas and cannibas users is going to be my joker origin story
when i go to the doctor they still put cannibas use under the tab "substance abuse". not even just substance use. it is fully assumed that people who use cannabis, even as a prescription medication, are abusing it. just because you're friends with a couple of dumbass stoners doesn't mean that we've abandoned the idea as a culture that weed is a bad and scary and dangerous and highly addictive drug that will ruin your life if you use it once
#idk what its like in other countries but in the us and especially in red states fear mongering about weed is alive and well#'it ruins lives' -direct quote from a library board member making it so we can be fired for testing positive even w a prescription#i just take umbrage with posts about addiction that go out of their way to mention weed which we all learned in 6th grade is addictive#but dont also mention that this true of all prescription drugs and that a person can be dependant on a drug for health reasons???#yeah i get anxious and cant go a day without weed. because i use it to treat my anxiety and pain. i also get anxious without my wellbutrin#but people arent lining up to make posts about it?? and like you CAN obviously become addicted to prescription drugs its super common!#so i kind of feel like it would be far more useful to say 'this is true of ALL drugs. including weed caffeine and prescriptions'#you should always research ANY drug you take. prescription or not. find out about addictiveness + side effects + other drug interactions#and you should talk to someone if you feel anxious about your relationship to drugs. prescription or not#there have been many times where i was prescribed way too many drugs at once and it made me feel anxious and uncomfortable#so i talked to my doctors and consolidated several and it actually made them work a lot better#locked reblogs because i KNOW people are going to read this is 'so you should never ever talk about negative consequences of weed'#and im pretty sure the people who follow me will be able to understand thats obviously not what im saying#but as soon as it leaves my blog whos to say. but anyway like. I think we should talk more about addiction to all substances#and not just the ones that were already covered in DARE#I feel like at this point everybody has heard all of the negative possibilities with weed use at least once#and that's not necessarily true of caffeine and even like. benadryl lmfao#I might delete this in 10 minutes if I psych myself out akbdjznsjf
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ㅤㅤWhich archetype on a pirate ship are you?
the mermaid
you are the mysterious glimmer under the water, the ghostly hand that rescues the drowning sailor from the storm and pushes them back on deck, whilst disappearing the moment his crewmates rush over. but you have followed the ship ever since, listening to the distant music and laughter while you hide in the shadows of the hull, wishing you could feel their warmth and understand their songs. but how can you find connection with those so far away, who come from a world so different from yours? you long to understand; you wish to be understood. you dive under the water too slowly when they turn your way, and secretly hope they catch sight of your pearly fins. when they are lost, you slip shells and jewels onto their ship and listen in on them as they wonder where the jewels came from.
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#❀ — 𝒹𝒶𝓈𝒽 𝑔𝒶𝓂𝑒𝓈 .#this gives me soooo much pain. bc for a guy who is so sweet and friendly and surrounds himself with friends#surprisingly. i do think he has trouble connecting w people in a meaningful/long term kinda way. so while hyth is friendly with everyone.#he has remarkably few true friends. and he longs for connection but thats not rly his fault that he cant find it bc a lot of ppl cant match#his energy/affection levels and his needs in the long term. and thats not necessarily anyone's fault. its just how things r#this also hits 100x harder when we consider post-EW hyth bc still craves connection but doesnt fully understand the sundered.#i mean he v much has golder retriever vibes and is easy to like but its like. adopting a pet vs. passively petting ur neighbours dog
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I'm not famous nor do i have any desire to be so maybe my opinion isn't applicable but I think if you have intentions of getting more mainstream then you have to be okay with criticism, sometimes.
#apparently emily blunt's stylist is attacking people for criticizing her oscar dress#and like. you're styling a VERY famous person. at a VERY famous event.#this isn't about someone who unexpectedly got a spotlight and is overwhelmed about it#I was gonna add something like 'theres no such thing as being universally loved'#but idk if thats necessarily TRUE at least if ur trying to cater to a specific demographic#and it sounds kind of negative even though thats not my intention
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For my work secret santa I got a gift basket with wine, glasses, a candle, and a llama wine bottle holder thing, and when I thanked the girl who gave it to me she was so excited and told me how she looked so hard for a basket with the Llama because she knew I really liked them and it was just so sweet of her, but the thing is I've never actually had a strong opinion either way on llams. I have a couple scrub tops that have llamas on them (they're a popular pattern theme idk why) but I guess she got it in her head that they're my favorites (for the record my favorite animals are gorillas elephants and any kind of cat big or small)
And like first of all, I would now rather die than EVER let her know my ambivalence towards llamas, but also like...I think about that every time I see a llama now. I'm gonna go through the rest of my life remembering how this girl was so excited to get me something she thought I would like, and she also wrote a really nice card to go with it about me being a good friend, and not to sound like a fortune cookie but the thought does count and it was just so lovely and I'll never think of llamas the same way again bc I do love them now. Anyway love is transformative and also stored in the Llama wine bucket
#something something there are more people than you think that not only notice but care about you and see you as a friend#im pretty friendly with most of my coworkers but we dont necessarily hang out outside of work#and part of me still very much feels like im still the weird kid in the middle school cafeteria with no one to sit with but thats not true#most people are nice#and i do really try and help my newer coworkers especially bc i know how scary and stressful it is to be new#so i go out of my way to support them and let them know they can always ask me for help and i wont think theyre dumb for asking a question#and i guess it works! they do feel supported and like they can ask for help! i made a difference for someone!#and thats a good feeling even if ive got other crap going on or not going on rn#i did something good and made someone feel better and less scared while learning a difficult and stressful job#sort of that be the person you needed when you were younger kinda thing#and i think thats the 2024 goal to be the person i needed when i was younger and to be someone a young me would be impressed by#love and purpose are stored in the llama wine bucket
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they could get me into project sekai if they made rui more evil
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do you think 13 would actually still be a little knee-jerky defensive about “no im a timelord” after all this? like can i be justified in doing that. can i be justified if i make yaz first tease her about her desert barn origins a little bit, hit a “he’ll never make a timelord” nerve? or would she still just not, like, claim that title at all anymore?
#fanfic choices by committee#probably gonna keep it anyway but#just curious#like do you think 14 will introduce himself with timelord or will he not mention it like 13 didnt#did 13 only say it like. literally only in spyfall when the fam was like 'give us your biography'?#no! no! war of the sontarans of course#NO#NO i think she STILL didnt call herself a timelord necessarily there#just like. the doctor president of gallifrey#im gonna check#thats right no timelord in that episode either#is spyfall the only time for real??#did she say it ONCE. when FORCED#if thats true im REALLY curious what 14 is gonna do#man i do have her claim the title like. probably at least 5 times across different fics#nah thats a lot#approximately 5 times probably#anyway#it's probably not very faithful to her characterisation is it#man
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honestly i don't agree that ccabinet would never speak to each other/actively avoid each other. im seeing a lot of posts about that and with what we've seen in canon (and what we were alluded to getting, and would've gotten more of had the burger arc not been a mess) c!tubbo and c!quackity when starting tubburger became willing and active participants in each other's lives and if not for c!tubbo getting fucking blown up would've continued to do just that: work and survive together.
#i do think any emotional conversation between the two of them#about their shared experiences and such#would be something they would avoid like the plague though#but not necessarily each other#sorry for having a differing lore take from the masses. do you guys still think i'm hot#like right after doomsday this is true. ccab did not speak to each other.#but lnv current era i dont necessarily think thats an accurate direction they'd go#personally im a ccab besties truther#they're both each other's easiest and hardest person to speak to#personal
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