Communicating with my cat is so crazy, it’s like, you watch my back for predators when I sleep. You meow only because you know that I vocalize often, but the words I use are nothing to you unless they’re associated with things relevant to your little baby life (food, for example). You slow blink at me because you feel safe with me. You point your ass at my face, indicating that you trust me to watch your back for predators, because you feel safe with me. You sit in my lap and sleep pressed against my side because you need to warm yourself up, and you trust me to warm you. I know this because I have access to information. If I didn’t, these things would be weird to me. I call you Lulu, but you don’t need a name for me; you have your senses to identify me. You smell me to identify me. You nuzzle me with your head to mark me as family with your scent. We ARE family. You are both the baby I feed and the elderly little lady who watches over me. It’s a very special and pure interspecies bond. I have a concept of “love” that is metaphysical, conceptual; you have an instinctual bond to those that you “trust” to help you survive (and that you, in turn, help to survive). You DO aid my survival on an emotional level that you can’t possibly understand, because you try to aid me on the physical level that comes naturally to you. Who said survival of the fittest has no room for love? We share the pure love of deep friendship because you and I must survive. My creature, Lulu, my best friend. My stinky.
by the way, it’s real bold of hollywood to be like “the writers and actors have unrealistic expectations, but WE know what we’re doing” when they got tricked into releasing morbius in theaters a second time.
Meredith…is such a good villain. She’s so perfectly nasty. She’s real but she’s just campy enough. She dresses herself to look like Andraste. The god complex of it all.
And Hawke by act 3 being so…not COCKY bc that implies some falsehood. Apostate Hawke, in act 3, knOWS, has PROVED time and time again, that they are Apostate Number One. There is no bigger fish to fry. Hawke knowing, with every conversation, that it will come down to them vs Meredith in the ring. And they are SALIVATING for it. And Meredith can’t do anything!! Money is power. Hawke is backed by the nobility. Hawke is backed by the Fereldans. Hawke is backed by the Underworld. She can’t move against them like she would any Lowtown apostate. And HAWKE KNOWS OHHHH THEY LOVE RUBBING IT IN HER FACE THEY’RE PRACTICALLY FLAUNTING IT. THE PSYCHOLOGICAL WAR FARE. The “We’ll catch up at the Gallows, knight-commander, I’ve been eagerly awaiting a duel with you.” THE FUCKER THAT KILLED THE ARISHOK IN SINGLE COMBAT??? fuck I love them. One of the tastiest rivalries in the series is Meredith vs. Mage Hawke.
(And while Meredith is too busy being pissed at Hawke for being King Bitch, Anders and Thrask are basically emptying the Gallows right under her nose. He is being a cunt for the People.)
seeing everyone just mindlessly sign up for threads despite all the clear warning signs feels like I’m living in Sailor Moon or a magical girl anime episode where the Monster of the Day just set up shop over night and their product is literally draining your lifeforce for the Dark Kingdom but people keep going there
