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mother gothel is an amazing representation of how rich people want everything for themselves and never want to share, even though sharing means that others get the thing too and they still get just plenty from it.
why is mother gothel rich you ask?
Rapunzel's hair must have taken so much maintenance to not be a tangled mess
she has no actual job yet somehow manages to raise a more or less well rounded child (rapunzel can somehow read, paint, clean, knit, cook, do ballet, chess, pottery, and sew? even if rapunzel somehow managed to figure out all that on her own, she'd definitely have had to have gotten the materials for rapunzel, which is expensive) and live a decent lifestyle
Eats things like hazelnut soup. Hazelnuts are not cheap, and hazelnut soup seems like something only a rich person would do
incorrect quotes for scott/joel/grian, a rarepair i'm pretty sure i just invented
Grian: Who thinks I can fit 15 marshmallows in my mouth? Scott: You're a hazard to society. Joel: And a coward. DO TWENTY. Scott: I trust Grian. Joel: You think he knows what he's doing? Scott: I wouldn't go that far. Grian: What did you do with Scott's body? Joel: What didn't I do with the body? Grian:... Joel: Okay, that sounded more sexual than I intended. I disposed of the corpse respectfully. Joel: What do you think Grian will do for a distraction? Scott: He'll probably, like, make a noise or throw a rock. That's what I'd do. *Building explodes and several car alarms go off* Scott: ...or he could do that. Joel: Why are you on the floor? Scott: I'm depressed. Scott: Also I was stabbed, can you get Grian, please. Grian: Scott, can you pass the salt? Scott: *Throws Joel across the table* Scott: Are you the big spoon or the little spoon? Joel: I'm a knife. Grian, from across the room: He's the little spoon. Grian: In your opinion, what's the height of stupidity? Joel, turning to Scott: How tall are you? Grian: You have to apologize to Scott. Joel: Fine. Joel: 'Unfuck you' or whatever. Scott: Grian, my old arch enemy. Joel: I thought I was your arch enemy! Scott: I have a life outside of you, Joel. Scott: I told Grian his ears flush when he lies. Joel: Why? Scott: Look. Scott: Hey Grian, do you love us? Grian, covering his ears: No. Scott: My life is in the hands of an idiot! Grian, motioning to himself and Joel: No no no no no, TWO idiots! Scott: Let me show you a picture from last night that really upset me. Grian: Okay, but in my defense, Joel bet me 50 cents I couldn't drink all that shampoo. Scott: That's not what I wanted to- you drank SHAMPOO?!
if tumblr would kindly cooperate i have a boxer lizzie to share. last time i made a boxer liz ppl were surprised when i said lizzie can throw axes irl so here's your friendly psa
to this day possibly one of my best ideas. someone get me a pitch meeting with the hallmark channel
is this anything
i was going to do a rant about this before seeing this tweet but imma just leave this here
There is a weight to Skizz that Grian simply doesn't have.
The first time they fly together- he and Skizz, showing the new guy the skies above their ever-changing homeland- Grian can feel it. It's not just in the wings- he'd known well enough to expect the three sets, getting consecutively smaller down Skizz's back. From one angle they're just as white as any other angel Grian has met in the multiverse.
Yet they don't stay that way.
As light and shadow play across Skizz's wings they flash in colors Grian isn't sure even Scar could name, there and gone in less than a breath. It's a display, then it's camouflage, then it's just white feathers.
Then there's the sensation.
It's like- the air itself becomes solid around Skizz, a piece of armor. He doesn't let the wind carry him, rather he drags the wind, creating an updraft that Grian is more than happy to bounce around on with outraged laughter as the angel cackles below him, doing loops to send his smaller companion higher.
When their flight concludes Grian lands gently, with hardly a breath.
Skizz lands like he is the last locking piece the earth was forgetting, and when his feet touch the rock there's the barest little tremor as if something immense has come to rest.
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Grian knows, of course, they all KNOW. Tango had been in those ancient wars, as well, and Etho and Doc- well.
Yet with Skizz it's- hard to remember, in a way it isn't hard to remember with Doc or Tango or even Impulse, cheerful as he is. Occasionally, there's a slip. A Moment. A flash in his eyes that's a bit too red, a word that comes out a touch too rough, a swing of a sword that bites through a post instead of just into it.
Skizz- he doesn't have those reminders. It sometimes surprises whoever might be around when the wings appear, normally just the two great primaries, far larger in span than Grian's and more flexible besides (since he's not, as Grian had taken pains to point out, ACTUALLY an avian, so it's not like his wings need to function scientifically; they're more there because angels fly and angels fly because they have wings, done and dusted.)
There's always a moment. Oh, that's right. Skizz has wings. Skizz is an angel. Skizz once powered the God Beacons in the early server wars, a living battery that kept the Holy on their crusade until the first great Crashes brought about the Dark.
Skizz is older than their server, than redstone, than time.
Skizz knows Impulse's full, true name, and Impulse has seen Skizz with all of his Eyes open.
Oh, that's right.
Skizz is something more.
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Skizz doesn't make it hard to remember on purpose, any more than Impulse or Tango or Doc make it easy to remember on purpose. He just is what he is- goofy, excitable, ready to lend a hand or a suggestion or just be there as a silent warmth on which you can lean and cry.
That's why it's so jarring when the zombie horde happens.
It's a combination of things- the day has just wound down to night, Scar and Grian are near a village, everyone else has gone to bed and Scar just needs one more poppy for the red dye for his new tents. Easy.
Until there's fifteen zombies pouring out of the spaces between the houses, groaning and reaching, mouths open and eyes- where applicable- vacant.
It's a run and gun scenario if Grian ever saw one and that's what he's doing, half-hauling Scar along, his larger companion firing with that frighteningly accurate bow even as he's yelping in alarm.
Still there's too many, and their respawns are so far, and damn it one stupid poppy-
There's a sound that's an absence of sound.
Grian will realize later that it was a concentrated sonic boom, the sound barrier shattering and then coming together again in a single moment as a whitehot streak comes down from the sky.
This time Skizz does not land like a locking piece of earth.
This time Skizz lands like the end of all things, like the cold iron of space that fills the void between stars, like an angel who was once so feared that his name became a prayer and a curse and a plea until he couldn't bear the sound of it and begged his only friend to give him another.
The zombie he landed on is less than ash.
The three who had been closest are bisected laterally, their top halves burning into nothing and their bottom halves becoming moist slag on the ground.
Scar has already covered his eyes but Grian can see the halo, a writhing spike of golden fire that screams as it circles Skizz's head, its points blurred to a single singing line daring anything to come within reach.
Oh, Grian thinks to himself, not all of the scars are scars.
Some of them are Eyes.
Then he closes his own eyes, behind which he sees nothing but spots as he hears the sound of zombies dying a second time, though presumably it is their first death by holy fire.
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"So that was. Overkill."
"You think?" Scar wheezes. Skizz laughs awkwardly as he helps the other man up, offering a regen potion. "Sorry, buddy. I was coming back from the mangrove farm and I looked down and- well. Some habits die hard."
Grian could say something. Could gently goad Skizz into talking more, do that thing he is so very good at doing.
Only Grian, despite what some might say, does know when to let the sleeping dog lie. So he only says, "How did you not break your face?" and laugh at the appropriate time when Skizz says with that lopsided grin, his eyes still shining a little too brightly, "Practice, G. Practice!"
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No one on the Hermitcraft server is a clueless innocent. There are skeletons in every closet and that's part and parcel of belonging- there is no perfection here.
Like Cleo's state of perpetual paused decay, like Gem's refusal to be far from water long, like Doc's long hours and Etho's red stained fingers, Mumbo's sudden quick jerks towards a voice only he can hear and Cub's careful symmetry, they are all of them followed by stories and ghosts.
If Skizz's ghosts howl like lost souls, well.
Grian figures his friend has come to the right place, like Impulse all those years ago.
There's plenty of sky for them and their demons- the kind that don't wait for them patiently to roost.
shorthands for dumbassery that i have grown to love deeply
"how dare you say we piss on the poor" in response to someone misinterpreting your post
"_ isnt gonna fuck you" for suck up behavior
"woah. should we tell everyone? should we throw a party?" for who the fuck cares
"and what if the world was made of pudding" for when would this ever matter.
"and sharks are smooth both ways" for a group of people heatedly arguing with 1 guy who is fucking with them all
".. but its about a witch in the alps finding her lost cat" for someone trying to sanitize something to the point of absurdity
Personally I think we should go harder with the water symbolism for Scott.
Limited Life is when it's most obviously drawn attention to, Scott is a being of the sea, it's shown in his skin and referenced a number of times, water very much symbolizes Limited Life Scott and his partnership with (and multiple deaths at the hand of) Martyn.
But that's not the only time Scott is connected to water.
Pufferfish and Axolotls are both aquatic creatures, the former being a very obvious symbol of Scott's relationship with Jimmy in Third Life and the latter being a symbol of his partnership with Cleo and Pearl in Last Life.
Furthermore, in Double Life, Scott and Cleo lived with a river separating them from (most) of the rest of the server, plus powdered snow (snow being frozen water) is a very easy symbol for the breakdown in Scott and Pearl's relationship and the ways they've hurt each other.
And then this season he builds his base on an island very far removed from the other factions with a giant water cave underneath?
The only season I can't immediately think of Scott having some kind of water-based symbolism is Secret Life, but I'm sure there's something.
I just think we as a fandom should use the water symbolism for Scott more outside of Limited Life, because it's definitely there.
