People on this site are just…disturbing when it comes to fiction in general. They literally want everything to be perfect, happy sunshine and roses (probably because so many of them are living vicariously through fiction as a substitute for reality, and thus can’t help projecting themselves into it). That’s just…not how fiction works. That’s the most boring shit–who honestly wants to read/watch that??? We NEED strife in fiction, as there is strife in reality. Characters NEED obstacles to overcome in order to have a character arc. A story NEEDS a conflict to actually be a story. If all you ever read is the kind of Mary Sue crap where everyone gets along, you’re going to be the most boring, sheltered motherfucker, and have no idea what to do when you get out into the real world.
Villains need to be allowed to be villains.
Characters need to be allowed to have bad things happen to them, even if they’re the “good guys”.
Fiction needs “bad” things, because it helps us recognize, understand, and cope with those “bad” things.
Having dissociative amnesia is so weird because it’s not like normal forgetting where you’re kind of like “I think this happened but I don’t know the details”, it’s looking back at a period of your life and seeing absolutely nothing. There is nothing TO remember, it’s just like a big black pit where your childhood should be.
ok i don’t even know where this idea came from but i’ve now held it for long enough that it’s acquired official headcanon status so here we go
let’s talk about ronan driving up to visit adam in college for halloween, but adam had already been invited to this party by someone in his dorm, so they decide to go together and start throwing around increasingly ridiculous ~couple costume ideas
at one point ronan suggests – mostly to be a little shit – that adam should go as poison ivy, because of his connection with cabeswater/sentient plants and his love of all things science
at first adam is skeptical but then he’s like “if i go along with this do i get to pick your costume” and ronan’s like “sure no problem”
and he’s so damn smug already because this is a couple costume after all, so obviously if adam’s poison ivy, ronan gets to be the freaking batman, moodiest and coolest and most-black-wearing of superheroes, right??
wrong, because that’s when adam just gives him this honestly borderline evil smile and says harley quinn
and that’s the story of how – some makeup, two temporary hair dyes, and a lot of dreaming later – adam and ronan rock up to the halloween party as this badass gay villainess couple
ronan, being his gd extra self, has actually dreamt the purple lamborghini from the suicide squad movie because screw the joker this car is too good for that fuckboy, so everyone is already staring at them before they even properly walk in
adam is wrapped in what is basically a (rather revealing) plant catsuit (“bro, are those real vines???” “shut up todd you’re stoned” “no but chad i swear those leaves moved” “yeah ok you’re super high right now”), wearing green eyeliner, green lipstick and his coolest magician look
ronan is wearing honest-to-god hot pants (”listen parrish this is too much” “oh, right, like this vegetable suit you dreamt me covers my modesty so well??” “i don’t know what you’re talking about” “i’m sure. now put on the shorts, lynch”) with the obligatory tank top and letterman jacket, red and blue eyeshadow, smudged lipstick, and a fucking baseball bat
(it’s maybe just possible that his bared midriff and the careless way the baseball bat is slung over his shoulders are doing things to adam)
(it’s also maybe just possible that when one of the vines from adam’s costume possessively wraps around his waist, that does things to ronan, too)
long story short, that is how adam and ronan win the costume contest while managing to make everyone at the party irrationally aroused
but possibly one of the highlights of the night is when somehow a picture gets posted on the facebook page of the event and within five minutes ten increasingly agitated/enthusiastic comments appear
*Is a teenage girl who has to make life or death choices with thousands of lives at stake every damn day and sometimes makes bad choices because she's human and has had a good .5 second reprieve just like everyone else*
"You can't just choose who lives and who dies."
"Clarke, you're not god."
"Choosing who lives and who dies is your specialty."
"You let a bomb drop on Ton DC and didn't care about who would die"
"Okay, so does anyone else want to step up and make perfect decisions every time so that everyone is happy and we all get to live even when we're constantly at war with someone or something."