Love, Victor s2a: love is cute and thriving and gay
Love, Victor s2b: fuck you, love is dead
Edward Elric is such a good character because he’s just chaos incarnate. There’s nothing about this child that isn’t chaotic to the extreme. He dresses in leather pants, platform boots, and a bright red coat. He became a state alchemist at 12 after attacking the president. He tried to resurrect the dead when he was 11. He became an atheist after literally meeting god. He brings a massive statue of a false god to life to punch a false prophet in the face in chapter 2. When he got impaled by a pole he used part of his own lifeforce to seal the wound. When he transmutates something he adds a gothic/dramatic details to it. His dad is an immortal walking talking philosopher’s stone and the last survivor of a dead nation. He fistfought god and won. He overthrew a government at 16. He outsmarted god by giving up his alchemy and using that to commit what was essentially the first successful human transmutation. This kid doesn’t just thrive on drama, he is drama.
This was the best thing I’ve read, start to finish
star wars: the clone wars drives me fucking nuts in a most magnificent way because it’s completely apeshit but also has to aggressively maintain the status quo. u’ve heard of “anakin can’t ever meet general grievous because of one throw away line in rots” but that bar is so low it’s in the center of the earth. nobody knows palpatine’s the sith lord until the final few minutes of rots, so goddamn it all no one will EVER know palpatine’s the sith lord in swtcw!!! palpatine could get on a twitch livestream and eat live babies while cackling maniacally and, miraculously, no one would notice. anakin has a brief, five-second blackout where he cameos as Thee darth vader while partying on mortis but as long as he’s mysteriously brainwashed at the end of the day it doesn’t count, right, dave? every single character not explicitly shown in rots has to be either a) killed b) disappeared into the void or c) personally launched into the sun by sheev palpatine. there’s not a man in a galaxy far, far away that can’t somehow fall prey to this looney tunes logic and/or phineas and ferb unbustable summer hijinks insanity. yoda’s gotta fuck off into his swamp vacay in shame while also somehow being a beloved pillar of the community so he has arcs like “clearly cannot read the room, feat. anakin” and “once again fails to comprehend the impact of trauma, feat. anakin” and “‘friends, are we not?’ feat. anakin”. here, in gffa circa swtcw era, Status Quo Is God. obi-wan could actually physically watch with his own eyes anakin descend into peak vadersanity, paint himself with blood, and declare himself sith lord supreme emperor of all bad things master of destruction & somehow still walk away with the conclusion that Anakin Is Stable And Doing Well! Better Than Great, Actually! anakin and padmé could fall through the roof of the jedi temple while having sex and shouting their marriage vows & it would turn out every single jedi had been sucked into the vacuum of space & conveniently missed the show. also, jar jar is there. welcome to groundhog day, space wizard style.
“When King Lear dies in Act V, do you know what Shakespeare has written? He’s written “He dies.” That’s all, nothing more. No fanfare, no metaphor, no brilliant final words. The culmination of the most influential work of dramatic literature is “He dies.” It takes Shakespeare, a genius, to come up with “He dies.” And yet every time I read those two words, I find myself overwhelmed with dysphoria. And I know it’s only natural to be sad, but not because of the words “He dies,” but because of the life we saw prior to the words. I’ve lived all five of my acts, and I am not asking you to be happy that I must go. I’m only asking that you turn the page, continue reading and let the next story begin. And if anyone asks what became of me, you relate my life in all its wonder, and end it with a simple and modest “He died.”
love that tobey is andrew’s therapist and andrew is tobey’s chiropractor
I love Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood because it has such wonderful female characters like:
Scary woman with a gun
Scary girl with a wrench
Scary woman with sandals
Scary woman with a sword
Cute little girl who will fuck you up
Scary girl with a mask
Scary woman with really really really long fingernails
okay but when simon’s mom said “you get to exhale now, simon”
here’s to all the kids who cried because they wish they could exhale.
here’s to all the outed kids who cried, who are outed and still uncomfortable with themselves and have yet to exhale.
here’s to all the kids who cried. who felt. who lived and breathed that moment.
i love you.
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