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Daily Random PTN: Day 380- I took a screenshot of every birthday that happened so far and decided to post them part 2
here's part 2 like I promise.
I actually had a pretty good birthday yesterday. I had a lot of fun.
anywho, anyone here you share a bday with?
Iron is one of my favorite Sinners for numerous reasons but the non-blorbo ones are her sheer commitment to her ideals and hopes. She refuses the chance to get into a cushy Eastside job, travels to Syndicate to establish a medical center on what's basically hell on earth, manages to suppress a Mania flareup by sheer willpower and CHOPS OFF her own arm without hesitation, to help Anne and her patient.
She still helps the gangs, even the ones that literally attacked SALVA, gained the respect of the Legion to the point of being personally invited by Zoya (which is a big deal mind you) and even after declining, it's heavily implied that the Legion is helping minimize the attacks in SALVA.
The woman has more backbone than every single one of her former classmates combined.
Chameleon just feels flat. I feel like she needed way more character depth and emotional complexity to truly strike because she just doesn't. Clementine is a much better character with a similar backstory and there's just no point of comparison between her and Cham.
You can't really have a Sinner that's plainly "evil" like Chameleon when the game pretty much hammers that the worst people thus far have been non-Sinners (Burns, Nirvana corp, Adelaide, Parma...) and every Sinner has a due humanity, realism and depth. She just falls short.
Nowhere, Fl✨🌑
somewhere between the long road and the last cell signal there is a place that doesn’t ask questions.
they call it nowhere. but to me it has a name that sounds like breathing again.
when the world grows loud with its deadlines and bright screens, i drive until the noise thins out into crickets and wind through the grass.
there, the sky is wider than worry.
at night the moon and the stars divide the dark between them like old friends sharing the work of keeping watch.
they sit above the fields quiet and patient, as if they know how heavy a heart can get.
and when morning comes the sun rises slow and golden spilling light across the land just to dry your eyes.
the people wave like they’ve known you forever.
the animals move through the yard as if the earth belongs to them— which maybe it does.
the house waits the same way a heartbeat waits for the body to come back to itself.
it is quiet there. not empty quiet— but the kind that holds you until the storm inside your chest finally settles.
they say it’s nowhere.
but my heart has always known the way back.
because that quiet land those stars those dusty roads—
that’s home to me. 🌙
-MM
I was re-reading the Endless Carnival finale and that scene of Corpus Hamel hearing a female Corruptor wanting true love and legitimately just straight up saying "I'll give you loads of beautiful women" is just, fucking amazing. This really is the lesbian game
Omg. I forgot to do a birthday post yesterday 😭
HAPPY BIRTHDAY CASSIA
Idk anything about perfume and fragrances but can you teach me?