Inch by Inchy
Characters that have never experienced affection before, or haven't experienced it in a long time, finally getting to experience it? Top tier.
Said character freezing up for a second, not really knowing how to respond, but not wanting it to stop? T o p t i e r.
Said character trying to clumsily return the affection in their own way, because this is Good and they don't want it to stop? T O P T I E R.
it's actually so sad that they have to come into this show and create this queer relationship fully under the expectation that they're going to get hate for it like i've never been so grateful that joey isn't on social media i can only imagine what sort of shit he's going to get this season
lou wilson I'M A FUCKING PUPPET in an incredibly strained high pitched voice at a cricket vs lou wilson YOU LIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIED about wanting to get in a bowl of pasta's pants
What the everliving hell?
Your not friendly reminder that cops stole more monetary value then all burglaries in 2020, and that is only dwarfed by time theft by American businesses.
If you have a problem with "thugs looting", start here.
Matthias: Not gonna lie, I'm kind of afraid of Inej...
Kaz: As you should be.
Matthias: No, for real, she’s kind of-
Kaz: As. You. Should. Be.
She is quite possibly the strongest woman on earth, and she’s in love with you. You love her back, and it’s terrifying
i would DIE for him
when joey batey said this not long after season 2 did any of us actually expect for the bard to be canonically queer in season 3 everyone say thank you joey batey
I will never stop this
Every season I have to make a post about how indescribable D20 related grief is.
There is such a wildness to it where I feel my heart like sinking as I process it all. And like you find these beautiful stories about cycles, about loss and love and the things we do for secrets and for the things we love and the things we want. The sacrifices we're willing to make. The way war and death and grief takes people apart piece by piece and never rebuilds them. The way we are changed when we're left behind in a world without someone we thought we'd have forever. The feeling of finally having something to want, something that's yours, that's solid and something that's beginning only to have it ripped out from beneath you. The people we turn into when there is nothing to do but to run. The way fear and trauma and torment can make a person do things they wouldn't otherwise, how they influence decisions and desires and how freedom becomes a blessed commodity. The way we find that people need each other but sometimes they just can't. The way ambition blinds and ruins. The way the people who are gone leave ripples in their wake, something new as they die, something blooming from their decaying.
Like there's this deep story about the cyclical nature of the world and the way it's all so unforgiving. A narrative about how life finds a way, among the struggles of a girl who should be dead growing up too quick in a war and learning to want instead of just need. A plot about a man who loses everything trying to find something to prove that there is a purpose to his torment, that he can be saved.
And it's beautiful
And then you have to explain to your friends that you're crying because the radish grandpa and the chili pepper satanist died.
Like how the fuck am I meant to explain the profound grief of a mango? Or the way that ambition has absolutely crushed a pastrami sandwich who, even more than greatness, seemed to want love. The way greasy provolone cheese tells a story of regret and atoning for one's mistakes.
conducting a new experiment called maintaining a normal conversation. i'll let you know how it goes
brought up the eel sex discovery again :/
speaking of: did you guys know that the mystery of eel breeding has finally been discovered??
the reproduction of eels has been a mystery since ancient fucking greece and they JUST discovered how they do it. scientists followed european eels that migrated thousands of kilometers from freshwater streams and rivers to the Sargasso sea (which is by north america) where the females released millions of eggs into the water and the males fertalized them and then the eels just died. because appearantly thats the end of their lifespan.
its insane. its bonkers. ALL european and american eels reproduce IN THE SAME PLACE. european eels swim across the north atlantic ocean just to reproduce. these eels live for about 20 years and go through multiple complex life stages but they begin and end their lives in the same place, despite how far they travel. and god dont get me started on other species of eels-
shauna "i just skinned a kid and i'm still not the most popular" shipman
Current theories for who killed Maddie in School Spirits.
1. Xander - We never really investigated him, the teacher became suspect 1 because he was creepy and had a bunch of money he shouldn't have. So looping back to him still feels fair.
2. One of the non-Claire cheerleaders - Claire is too early to be the one who did it, BUT, if we show more of her idiot friends being not an idiot maybe they did it for or to Claire.
3. Mr. Martin - No human murderer explains why Maddie isn't a normal ghost. Why her memory is missing, or why Simon can see her. But if a ghost did it, well, that means the rules change.
Add to that his rules don't really seem to matter, and how the antilife society seems to be wrong about the other ghosts, he's a good suspect.
(Wrong in that the Theater Ghost is aware of her afterlife, she's just dedicated to her own death in an unhealthy way. And Dawn isn't trapped in 1972, she's fully embraced 2023. To such degree it weirds out the ghost clique.)
(...Band Ghosts are still weird though, no getting around that.)
I do enjoy Wally because he’s a himbo who can be a little slow on the uptake, but he does the work! He finds out his friend hates the movies they’ve been watching? He goes through the video collection looking for something else. He finds out his girl needs help? He reads every psychology book he can find in the library. He rarely has the answers so his ingrained first step is to investigate and research! I have no choice but to love him!
Rhonda, writing in her journal with a glitter gel pen: I'm losing my sense of humanity. Nothing matters. God is dead. There's blood on my hands.
does anyone else not trust the dead teacher guy mr martin??? since he’s a ghost i’m not really sure what harm he could do but he gives me bad vibes. like why does he want rhonda to keep tabs on the other kids for him..