Im Very Disappointed At This Event For All Good Reasons (having A White Supremacist Hailed "as A Hero",

i know were all relieved that its a time loop and that they arent gone forever and im being completely normal about that

and by that i mean im thinking about how gerard will never get HIS elody back, because in that world he is dead. the fairies could bring her to him, effectively tearing her from the kingdom she was trying to save and dooming them both, because how could she love him after that? pinocchio's dad might live in some liminal space where in every iteration he is bound to the stepmother, but whos to say gepetto wasnt waiting for his human son to come home? what if thats how the stepmother is able to keep lying to pinocchio saying that his dad is safe, because she keeps finding new gepettos to drain, and that fatherly love goes beyond whatever story they find themselves in.

no matter what magic is offered to them, they cant go back. they died in that story. and they dont have time to worry about what will happen to the people they loved because they only have one way to save them, and its to remember.

i’ve become fully convinced that dropout’s game changer is just a little laboratory where sam reich tests out new ideas for shows.

Jace and Porter toxic yaoi. Is this anything

i enjoy rewatching kristen’s scene with buddy because like. imagine your locker just got tagged and ur trying to be diplomatic about it because you’re in a public hallway so you try to keep appearances right? you’re running for president! but the sticker was of ur rival’s party and not even for her campaign. anyway you ignore that because this pasty rotten proselytizer has just mentioned to you apparently absolving himself of whatever horror his spells have wrought in assigning agency to..god? by the raising of his hand in a twisted form of praise? and your brain is going a mile a minute trying to connect the hazy frayed edges of thought he’s leaking out (grades are of the material world)(i pray before during after football games we win)(helio doesn’t make mistakes, kristen)(helio’s holding onto us tight)(they’re all gonna go straight to hell) and you are looking into a mirror of your past and seeing the zeal simmering underneath his gall now. how dare he? really? (every cleric has to have some kinda deity, right?)(i don’t feel any control over life) and in your head you see yolanda, who severed ties to her divinity to teach with compassion and a fairness that must’ve been in itself holy, dead. (i don’t hold tight, ‘cause i’m in someone’s hand.) and you worry about bucky, about what he could become without you holding him tight (i’m happy to look after him.) and your muscles tense up as you smile politely, a smile that doesn’t quite reach your eyes stony, impassive, like the wall you’re building to keep this serpent from striking at those you love. (careful.) and you, ready to defend, say, i’ll fucking show you.

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This is how this scene went right

press Ⓧ to PENIS BLAST

I'm exhausted, take them from me

i’ll still fuck porter idgaf

tea time with the professors ☕️