The First Law Of Tragedies: The End Is Already Written And Inevitable. The Second Law Of Tragedies: Your

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what if we were both SCIENTISTS and saved each other from SUICIDE and worked in close quarters for a DECADE but our project turned out to be EVIL and one of us got involved in POLITICS while the other got involved in DRUGS because he is DYING and one of us got EXPLODED and then RESURRECTED but left to become JESUS while the other was transported to another DIMENSION and had to endure narrative PARALLELS before vowing to KILL his friend because he came back WRONG and what if we ended up ASTRAL PROJECTING and finally ACCEPTING OURSELVES all while saving the world as PARTNERS??? WHAT THEN??

He was as tall as he was tall, and his eyes were the color they were. To describe his hair one would say that he had some. His face had all the features you'd expect, and none of the ones you wouldn't. "There he is," people would often say of him, but only when he was there. And they were right.

So anyways I think the worst part about Emma May is that she was so so loved. Fidds almost destroyed a city because she left him. Can you imagine loving someone that much? To the point of wanton destruction? She just couldn’t give him what he truly wanted so she lost her place in his list of priorities. He got carried away in Ford’s dazzling world and forgot that she was a person who needed companionship and attention, that she wasn’t just a concept to yearn for from a distance. Fiddleford forgot that she was a person a PERSON and all we see is this negative space, a garage in Palo Alto, an imprint left in their marriage bed, half a face on his desk, this forensic scattering left in her son’s existence and a crazed lunatic missing a Family, a Wife. She once existed. And he dug such a deep well of sadness within her that she quite literally disappeared completely from the narrative. Something something there’s a particularly cruel pain left by the selfishness of kindhearted men. Emma May, was it worth it?

the holy trinity: the father (fuck it we ball) the son (it is what it is) the holy spirit (to be cringe is to be free)

I’m so glad we as a society have moved away from the “socially adept sex god Jayce and shy baby Viktor” cause like… Jayce is a walking pile of panic attack. That man has never calmed down once in his life. If he were a dog he would NOT be a Golden Retriever he’d be an anxiety ridden Chihuahua. Viktor ‘Manic-Pixie-Hey-Let’s-Do-Crime-It’s-Fine-I’ve-Known-You-All-Of-Three-Hours’ is not all cute and demure and shy. Ximena makes a comment to Viktor to keep Jayce out of trouble and Jayce fucking implodes cause he’s the one making sure Viktor doesn’t piss off the wrong guy or up’s the voltage on their latest project by fifty.

Very much the main reason I latched onto them so much, I think

are we going to talk about the fact that jayvik is written in a nearly explicit queerplatonic way versus a romantic way?

or are people not ready for that conversation yet?

In all possibilities, in all timelines, its only you.

Clash of legacies!!

I see your “He asked for no pickles” ship dynamic and I raise you “Oh they gave you pickles? I’ll take them”