An Angry Pacifist

someone is mad i turned on the light

I gotchu

Truly this is beauty.

I don't think the story ever consciously addresses this. The Watsonian explanation for that would be that we don't really get to see exactly WHAT values Light's dad instills in his children - he's a major character, but Light spends far more time putting him on a pedestal than actually engaging with him. A couple Doylist explanations might be either that Ohba didn't condone Light's actions, and considered an outside exploration of his motivations to be either uninteresting to explore, or perhaps too much of a challenge to pull off in a story that so heavily revolves around the protagonist's inner monologue. I think it's far more likely, though, that this wasn't intentional - Light's dad was a cop so that he could be on the Kira taskforce and we could get the drama of Light being hunted by his own father, and the blind spots that created for both characters. Knowing the story, and how these characters are used, I find it hard to believe there were intentional ramifications beyond that. But that doesn't change the fact that they're there, and more than anything it serves as an explanation for why Light was the way he was.

I remembered My Immortal being a multifandom fanfic, but I checked, and sadly, it's Harry Potter only. With some sadness in my heart, I must disqualify Ebony Dark'ness Dementia Raven Way.

thank god. i mean thank something else

it's the same thing with adjacent hobbies like larp or reenactment or fursuiting, the general image of the hobby is that you're weird nerds (and probably also sex perverts) for playing dressup despite not being a child but when you're actually in costume the response from random normies is categorically positive. I inevitably get weird looks from the kind of people who think having a tattoo is an affront to god but they give me that look for just existing with blue hair and pronouns too and the people who actually talk to me always do because they wanted to tell me they love my costume. and the response that always gets me the most is when they say it looks fun but they would never dare to do the same. it's such a shame. why did wearing a silly little costume have to become an act of bravery.

The world is mundane and predictable and painful sometimes. And breaks to that are magic. Little bursts of a world turned on its head. In the best way.

#our local LARP group have people come over curious when we're chatting outside the SU building or doing adventures in the woods#and invariably they're always just anywhere from politely fascinated to actively delighted when we talk about it#obviously you get some hecklers but it's gone down in the last decade#I imagine there must be something amusing about going out for a walk and turning a corner to see some folks in full fantasy getup battling#and then they see you and yell “path” and stop dead and politely scatter to the edges of the path until you're safely past. and then resume.

I want Poirot

A battle between good and weevil

I found this really creepy beetroot jar in the charity shop I work in and it freaks me the hell out!