It's ok to want money. It's ok to be upset that you're poor and wishing to be rich. I understand. People who say that money doesn't buy happiness have never eaten pasta every day because it's 50 cents at the grocery store or been short on money for christmas presents. Constantly scraping by makes people miserable and depressed and of course you're gonna dream about money, about being happy and priviledged. That's not greedy or horrible, that's life. It's ok.
Chapter 309 | Can't Be a Child Anymore
How come semi trucks in Europe look like “toot toot :)” and in North America they look like “HONK HOOOOOOOONK >:|”
Separation anxiety
Imagine this: Jim is injured after battle, he's found by some hapless bystander and taken to a hospital (lets say not the one Barbara works at or this would all be moot) and Strickler has to lie and say he's Jim's father to get in a run damage control.
Jim’s voice is slurred, and whether it’s the result of meds or pain, Strickler can’t tell. “Man…I’m…I’m winning at the dad category, aren’t I?”
Strickler takes a cursory glance to make sure the nurse has left the room before raising a brow to the young Trollhunter - and gods, but he is young, Strickler needs to remind himself at times, Jim’s fortitude and wisdom is so often beyond his meager human years. “You and I both know that I had to say something that would let me in–”
“First dad runs off on me and Mom,” continues Jim, and oh dear, his eyes are glazed. “Second dad isn’t even my dad. Second dad just lied ‘cause that’s what he does. Lies and pretends and then, for a grand finale, tries to kill me–”
Strickler’s jaw tenses. This might be the meds or the pain talking, but it doesn’t mean he has to care for what he’s hearing. “I do believe I’ve made up for –”
“You really were close, you know? Like, so close to winning it all. The Father Figure of the year. You were my favorite teacher. Totally loved our office hours together.” Jim’s head lolls against the pillow. “You really had me buying it, you know? You caring about me. Are all Changelings great at that?”
“I did care.” Strickler’s throat is tight, his heartbeat hard in his chest. Damnation, but he shouldn’t react like this, like he’s under attack, he owes this boy nothing–
–he owes this boy everything–
“You didn’t make Mom cry, though. You’ve got that going for you.” Blue eyes meet his, glazed but still somehow focused upon him, a blade being trained upon a target, searching for damage to be done. “Just made her hate you. When she remembered it all, anyway. Now she just misses you. Why do we do that? Miss what hurts us the most? I used to miss my dad, y’know. But I got better. Maybe she’ll stop missing you.”
Strickler closes his eyes, a terrible thing to do when faced with an enemy, and damnation, he never wanted this boy to be his enemy.
Seeing him hold the amulet, that first time, and what did his traitorous heart say?
“No. Not him.”
Jim sighs, long and thready and oh so tired, settling onto the hospital bed as best he can. “I never told her, y’know. About my troll hunting. I broke my promise. Guess that makes both of us liars. But my thing is, I care too much. You never cared at all.”
“Lies.” Strickler wishes his voice was sharp, a blade to defend himself with, but instead it’s a strained, whispery thing. “You think it that simple? You think I wouldn’t give anything not to care? I wish I had that power. I wish–”
I wish the amulet had never chosen you, I wish I had never met your mother, I wish I had never tasted her kiss, I wish I had never cared at all–
“I do care.” The admission is soft, barely clearing his teeth. Jim doesn’t even seem to hear it, so near silence it is. Strickler blames the thing in his throat, whatever the hell it is. He clears his throat, tries again. “I do care, Young Atlas.”
Jim is silent, his eyes closed, lashes low upon his young cheeks. Gods willing, he could be sleeping off that damned, truth-inducing medication…
Jim’s whisper is soft. “Then act like it, Dad.”
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they will never fail to make me sick i cannot do this😕
Do you think the more Claire practiced shadow magic the more unhinged and creppy looking she becomes. Like at first glance she looks normal but the more you look at her you notice her eyes have this glow about them that makes you scared for your soul. Her teeth and nails become very sharp. Her voice also changes a bit taking on a haunting undertone. All the while Jim is simping HARD and cant see that his gf looks like some who wil rip his throat out with her teeth.
Love all your art. Hope you have a nice day
Oh she definitely gets creepier the longer she uses the magic. The most noticeable is the white in her hair spreading, but Toby and other close friends don't miss the way her eyes always glow in the shadows or the black veins the become more prominent as her skin grows paler.
But Jim either doesn't notice or really doesn't care. Maybe he puts on a huge show of "not noticing" because Claire is self conscious of all the changes and he wants her to feel normal around him.
I ain’t ever seen anyone do this yet. That’s messed up, guys.
a snippet of an animation ive been working on, wip
WARNING: SPOILERS FOR TFONE Current hyperfixations; Transformers and DC (animation specifically) Please interact w me about them, I would love the company, excuse the mess. :> :]
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