Friendly reminder that NCT 127 came out to perform for fans at kcon and deserve respect like any other kpop group and shouldn’t have to hear people chant another group’s name while they’re still performing. Especially if said group already performed and there was absolutely no reason to chant their name in the first place
okay okay listen, I know we all want the klance ballroom episode at a diplomatic meeting, but like okay what if they met two alien lesbian wives that just so happened to be coded as red and blue in some way and had a similar dynamic to Keith and Lance’s (at this point, they have established crushes on each other and are pretty good friends… they tease each other a lot, etc etc). so lance ends up with the blue alien and Keith ends up with the red and Keith and Lance both ask the respective aliens how they knew they loved each other. they both give explanations that mirror how Keith and Lance already feel about the other. They find each others’ eyes across the ballroom and just smile.
i haven’t finished me:a yet - and i will! i want to know the rest of the story. but this game has already burned me way too many times. i’m sorry i can’t be more positive - trust me, i tried, i have been holding out hope despite every shitty thing that happens and all the garbage i see, but… i just can’t do it anymore.
bioware is supposed to care about this. this is what they’re known for.
okay i know it Doesn’t Actually Work Like That, but i love the fact that the Blue Eyes White Dragon and the Dark Magician are referred to as natural enemies by shadi (and I think others too).
because, before the Egyptian mythology of yugioh was really fleshed out, this is pretty easy to buy. Atem and Seto are adversaries. dragons and wizards are common fixtures in fantasy and often pitted against each other in stories. okay, cool. but then there’s the revelation that monsters, ESPECIALLY those two, are tied to human souls. and it just makes me laugh because I’m like 99.8% certain Mahad and Kisara never ONCE met each other but their souls are apparently ready to throw down on sight, any time of day, no questions asked, because their respective loved ones are engaged in an eternal pissing contest