What If We Were Both SCIENTISTS And Saved Each Other From SUICIDE And Worked In Close Quarters For A

don't really care if the otp is romantic or platonic or erotic or whatnot. i care simply about the essentials (they are toxically codependent)

cursed ball...

oh to live in only mildly interesting times

"but they tried to kill each other!!! !" it's like you don't even fantasize about what it would be like to find a person who truly sees and understands you only to be torn apart by external forces and be dragged in diametrically opposite directions by morals and circumstance, only to coalesce once again in one brief tangent where the only way to be close to each other once more is to seek mutually assured destruction and through it gain a renewed sense of balance and understanding but to do so at such a tragically late point that the only thing left is to go out together in a blaze of glory, inextricably bound to each other for eternity

*grits teeth* im hopeful i believe there is good in the world im fucking hopeful

really don’t know how you can watch the scene in tpm where palpatine talks directly in padme’s ear in front of the senate, and she’s begging for the galaxy to care about her people dying, and he’s boldly manipulating her into calling that vote of no confidence, she looks like she’s about to burst into tears, absolutely no one is helping her, no one but this evil evil man, and think the prequels portrayed padme as exclusively comfortable & confident in the role of queen. they’re action movies yes, she’s an action hero who is brave and charges into battle, but they are also tragedies. padme is a tragic character. part of that tragedy is her at 14 being put in charge of a whole planet and falling prey to a dark lord’s manipulations. do i wish this element was expanded upon in the movies? yes of course. but i will never understand people acting like it’s not there at all. she was 14. in aotc she says she was too young. it’s right there

honestly the suitors should’ve known they were fucked when Penelope issued the challenge bc not only does she say my husband’s old bow instead of my old husband’s bow (basically saying that she doesn’t actually want to remarry) but Jorge also has the emphasis on husband, reminding them and us that Odysseus is still out there

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a drawing I did the other week and forgot to post

The thing is that Jayce succeeds. He was right.

He was able to create magic. His idea was revolutionary. He was able to harness the arcane and fuse it with scientific principles to create amazing things. Somewhere along the way he reached his life's goal of giving magic to the world, and he still had so much more left to offer. He had the praise and the accolades and the funding and his face on the goddamn mugs.

And it wasn't enough. Not where it mattered most. Not for who it mattered most.

(Do you think Jayce felt sick, cleaning the dirt and blood from his pristine white coat, waiting? Do you think the memories kept it off, despite the chill in the lab air, with him only re-donning his Man of Progress suit when Viktor leaves for good? Do you think upon his return from the anomaly that he cradles his old mug — the one Viktor bought for him as a joke — suddenly and fiercely glad for his grown out hair and beard because he is not that man anymore. He hasn't been for a long time. Maybe he never really was.

Not that it matters. He has a promise to keep.)