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Yes is was Stolas-

You chose to leave her the SECOND you thought someone would harm your precious little imp. You didn't even bother thinking about how she would feel SEEING YOU IN THAT SITUATION IN THE FIRST PLACE.

The answer to that?

YES.

And before someone says he never did and actually loved her, this doesn't sound like someone who stayed miserable just for their kid to be happy.

(Before anyone says the last two images contradict my statement, him saying this is the equivalent of saying "Hey little Timmy the only reason I allowed myself to be abused and insulted for 17 years is so YOU can have a normal life so I'm let myself suffer solely because of YOU despite having every chance to leave but i chose not to because of YOU". Doesnt sound good does it?)

But this line here:

"It was never enough?" For her?

Does this look like someone who needed more out of an already shitty marriage?

She insulted and bitched about him to her friends, but it looks like the only thing that she needed to be happy was her parties, her equally spoiled friends, and to be pampered 24/7. All things she pretty much had.

It was STOLAS that was never happy and needed more.

Every scene they show him in from the past, he's always icing himself out from the crowd with a scowl on his face and halfway into a bottle of booze.

HE was the one that felt what he had was never enough.

HE was the one to decided to cheat on his wife, not even be private about said affair, and only owned up to it because the narrative demanded it.

And the fact that he just fucking up and decides to not even fight and earn Octavia' forgiveness back is just..

This is NOT someone who loves their child.

If he loved her like he said he did he wouldn't have given up right then; he would've agreed with Blitz when he said this:

All this finale did was confirm the fact that Stolas really didn't care for her in the end. He STILL chose to go home with the same guy that he left his daughter for, he gave up the second she hurt his feelings, and now we're supposed to feel bad for him because of the sad music in the background?

And before anyone says I'm wrong and he didn't choose Blitz over his kid via him going home with the guy, you forgot one tiny little character:

HIS FATHER.

PAIMON.

WHY HASN'T HE GONE TO HIM ABOUT STELLA TRYING TO KEEP OCTAVIA AWAY FROM HIM?

WOULD THIS NOT FUCK UP THE WHOLE HEIR THING FOR THE GOETIA LINE IF ANDRE'S FAMILY WERE TO GET SOLE CUSTODY OF OCTAVIA?

Once again the writing is garbage, the plot is bloated, and Stolas is babies by the narrative for facing the consequences of his actions.

Now he gets the reward of treating Blitz like he doesn't even care about him all throughout season 3 while getting babied even more by Vivziepop and her writing staff cronies

Oh yeah, and Millie's pregnant.

Of course it doesn't get explored any further.

Show rating: -9999/10 (only good part was Octavia' song)

Can you draw the delightful children or sector z pls I love your art so much!

Ah, those delightful kids from down the lane? 🤗 Sure!

Honestly that Sector Z reveal? Had done something to me, like, even as a kid?? 😭 Like WDYM the series main antagonists were legendary agent kids, but an adult brainwashed them into his obedient little dolls and they are stuck like this forever??? And only 2-3 people in the whole universe know about this?? Like, bro???

(also thanks! 🤭 ✌️)

I know we're ignoring canon right now, but can. Can we just talk about Dabi's ending for a second? Because like. What the fuck? This guy's been suffering his entire life. From being abused by his father, to being kidnapped and experimented on while he's in a coma, just to escape and go home to find out his worst fears have come true, his family abandoned him, they never really cared. Then, he spends the next 8 years homeless, where he damages his body so much to the point he's being held together by staples? How painful was his daily life?? No wonder he wanted to die. His life was hell. And now, he spends his last days alive trapped in a fucking fish tank, in excruciating agony (you cannot tell me he isn't in any pain. He has no fucking skin left, along with his other injuries. Not to mention the emotional and psychological trauma once again inflicted on him). He doesn't get to choose whether or not he wants to keep living through this nightmare. He doesn't get to choose whether or not he wants Endeavor to visit him every day. No one asks him his opinion on any of this. They decide for him, and he doesn't have the strength left to protest. He can't move, can't talk, can't do anything. All he can do is sit there, watching on helplessly, with the knowledge that after his death, his family will once again leave him behind and forget all about him. He'll never see the League again, the only people in the world who actually loved him unconditionally and never saw him as a problem or a mistake. He has to die with the knowledge that he failed. His family won't ever truly see him as a person, and he never, not once in his life, got to be happy.

The funniest sword fight scene in the history of cinema. 

Can I request some hug headcanons with Gale from BG3?

A/N: I love him, I really dont understand the hate for this man.

✨: warm hugs, hugs that make you feel safe. When Gale give’s you a hug you can feel him pouring his heart into it.

✨: Arm’s are wide open when he see’s you are upset, know’s how to comfort you. Can make you smile with one of his hugs.

✨: Love’s it when you fall asleep in his arms, his heart always melts when you rest your head on his chest. His heartbeat helping you stay asleep as he run’s his fingers down your back.

✨: Hug’s and kisses are a mutual thing, Gale will happily give you a kiss as you hug him. His kisses are like his hugs, soft, gentle.

✨: When he may need a hug, he tends to try and not show it but god does he need it. He is on his knees when he holds you, his arms wrapped around tight afraid you might slip away, afraid that you’re nothing but a dream to him.

✨: Your fingers down his back go hell sooth him, your fingers in his hair as he takes in your scent making sure you are in fact real.

skąd więc najbliżej jest do Polski, z kogo prawdziwa krew wyciekła

Bóg odpowiada głosem szorstkim - do Polski jest najbliżej z piekła

After getting over the initial shock and heartbreak of this tweet and this reply, it hit me that (and I don't know if this is a cultural thing here in the middle east or an Islamic one)

A child has to be named even if they're stillborn.

For a child to not be named, that means there's no one left to name them. They were killed along with their entire family.

I hoped I was wrong, but I checked the list of victims of Israeli attacks and found this:

Israel has ended 47 Palestinian bloodlines over the course of this genocide (or perhaps more), so you might think that this little detail isn't that important, but I don't think we should get used to cruelty of this proportion, no matter how consistently Israel commits it.

The number of victims isn't just a number. These are people with full lives and hopes and dreams.

It's enough of a disaster that these families were wiped out, but in murdering them, Israel didn't just deprive them of their lives, hopes, and dreams. It deprived them of even the dignity to name their children.

It continues to deprive the remaining Palestinians of their most basic human rights.

What did the Palestinians do to not deserve food or water or electricity?

What did their *newborns* do to not deserve lives or at the very least names?!

This is the most harrowing form of terrorism I can think of. The genocidal Israeli occupation is the most despicable terrorist organization the world has had the displeasure of knowing.

The whole world should be deeply ashamed that it's not only allowing such heinous war crimes to be committed, but in a lot of ways, it's enabling them.

I don't know how anyone can be neutral about this.

Stand with Palestine, stand against the occupation. Against genocide.

ربنا يتقبل الأطفال دول و أمهاتهم و عائلاتهم اللي الاحتلال قتلهم معاهم شهداء، و ينتقم من إسرائيل و أي حد بيمكّنهم أشد انتقام في الدنيا قبل الآخرة.

i hate my birthday. not because something bad happens every year, though that does have something to do with it. but because for some reason i get more sensitive. i hate attention and i hate that no one listens to me. i hate that when i ask for something everyone goes around and try’s to come from the heart but it doesn’t work. i hate that it’s my day but i can never spend it how i want it. i hate that i feel like a burden. i hate when people say it’s your day because i hate that feeling. i hate feeling like i have to pick everything and make decisions. because chances are the people around won’t like what i pick. i remember on my 15th birthday i wanted to ride an electric skateboard instead of a scooter and my mother yelled at me. i told her i didn’t want to ride anything anymore and then i was lectured by taking the fun out of it. i later rode the scooter. on my 17th my friends planned a surprise to watch a movie where i was forced to pick a movie to watch. i chose one i thought they would find funny but no one laughed, and later we didn’t even finish the movie because everyone got bored. i’m now going to be 20 and i still hate the feeling. i still get anxious when people ask me what i want and get frustrated when they get upset with me. i still give into what my mother says. if she tells me not to wear something because someone else did or because it may cause issues i don’t. i don’t have childish reactions to simple things anymore and for that i get told “i’m not thrilled.” so than i overcompensate. i say someone may come over early but to that she says i wanted this person to, you can spend one on one time with them. and yet again i fold. i get upset because i don’t like being useless, and on my birthday i am. you aren’t supposed to help or decorate. suddenly my family like “simple” for my birthday but “extra” for everyone else’s. i’m still hurt by the fact that everyone wanted to plan my mothers before mine. but again, i hate my birthday, so why would i care? i care because even though i can’t stand the attention i wish it seemed like they cared. i don’t need everyone to sing me happy birthday or to decorate the house. but it would be nice if they could make it seem like i was more than just a cake maker or occasional babysitter. or that i could wear things or do things without it being “copying” someone else. i wish i didn’t feel like such a burden. because that then carry’s over to my birthday. the burden of feeling like they have to care about me. the burden of feeling like they have to talk to me. the burden of not being enough. the burden of pretending to like me. the burden of doing what i want. that is all what comes with the title of “birthday girl.” and i hate it. so yes, i hate my birthday. not because my family doesn’t love me, they do. but because i hate that my role gets switched and it feels forced. i hate the fact that if i want something celebrated i have to set it up. i hate the fact that no matter what something will go wrong. i hate that i am the way i am. it’s as simple as that.

Touya is still in Pain

Touya/Dabi is portrayed in an extremely vulnerable light this chapter.

He’s ripping his hair out, crying, with a helpless mouth open/(perhaps grin?), hand stretched out, calling for help and scarred tissue already appearing. He’s looked from a high vintage point, as if the audience is looking down at him from above.

In the next one we Dabi’s scarred back, examining the new scars on his wrists/hands. His back is almost completely covered with scars, his white hair stark against his back. Showing one’s back has always been a sign of vulnerability.  By looking at his new scars, the readers understands he’s in pain that has new wounds to add to the already massive collection of scars. the tilt of his head is contemplative yet resigned, like ‘Ah another one.’ His hand here is contrast to the one above, curled and concealed, no longer reaching. 

By revealing this more helpless side of Touya/Dabi, Hori not only gains more sympathy from the audience, but also showcases how Dabi is still that hurt child, but he’s no longer calling out for help, after having been hurt for far too long.