Whenever the Sonic gang runs in with the Mario cast, Sonic and Bowser generally get along really well, while Mario is more fond of Eggman. Sonic and Bowser’s similar egos and penchants for havoc somehow manage to get along splendidly, and they often end up spending lots of time eating and complaining about their respective nemesis. Meanwhile, Mario and Eggman often find themselves bonding over a fondness for their exquisite facial hair and their desires to keep things in order.
Despite being on the same side of the moral compass, Sonic doesn’t like Mario much, and the same holds true for Eggman and Bowser. They generally regard their heroic/villainous counterpart as “doing it wrong”, causing no small amount of frustration when interacting with them.
like what gets me the most is when So just vocally admits to himself, that everyone is just… leaving him. That once again he is left alone, seen as a monster, an enemy, someone unfit to rule. And I cannot begin to describe the sorrow and solitude he is in once again.
But also, I cannot begin to describe the relief he must feel when he hears “I’m here” from HaeSoo. Like, when someone is willing to be there, and it grounds you and suddenly life is not that hard to deal with anymore and I just…think this is why HaeSoo played a big part on Wang So’s will to not only keep living but to also rule. Because if at least one person is there, that’s enough.
Fandom: “We wan’t a strong female character with a well thought out back story, who’s dynamic, has a likable personality, and a role in the main plot-line. A character for young female members of the viewer audience to relate with, not a damsel in distress waiting to be saved, or a villain with no real likable qualities for the fandom to hate on. A female character That can be sexy, but isn’t sexualized for the pleasure of men, or eye-candy for the main characters to ogle. Maybe someone who can become a series regular to add some diversity in the sea of butch men the series has offered us.”
it’s not that I hate Malia. It’s that the writers are telling me that I have to love her. They are putting her smack dab in the middle of stuff without really having a build up even a little one really.
And to me it feels like when my mom used to make me wear a dress. Like I will wear a dress when I want to wear a dress. But you demand I wear a dress and then curl my hair so it doesn’t look so messy. You better fucking believe I am not only going to do a hand stand in said dress in front of your friend but I am also going to sit cross legged in church and climb a tree literally the second you take your eyes off me.
If you just show me a dress and let me learn to like the dress without hyping it up and making me brush my hair I will eventually put said dress on.