i don’t understand why people don’t instantly respond to “what would your dream superpower be” with the ability to manipulate probability.
think about it. what’s the chance someone will drop 1mil in front of me? 0%? let’s make that 100%. what’s the probability i’ll wake up tomorrow and be X gender? 100%. what’s the probability my bathtub is filled with mac and cheese? 100%.
as a casino employee I can confirm this would be terrifying as fuck
oh no xena realizing fully that she’s in love with gabrielle for the first time. maybe gabrielle is rambling about something, maybe it’s when she’s practicing with her staff and her face sets in all determined, maybe it’s when they’re bickering about something or playing a game and gabrielle’s face scrunches up. maybe gabrielle takes a huge sip of wine and burps really loudly. maybe it’s when gabrielle’s telling a story and her eyes light up. maybe it’s when the light catches her hair and xena asks whatcha thinking about? and gabrielle tells her exactly what she’s thinking about and her smile is everything. but like xena’s eyes widening and her mouth parting and i’m in love with this giant dork, gods help me and wondering why she’s never had that exact thought before.
I would love to read a psychoanalytic analysis of “The Bitter Suite”, concerning the whole “Illusia” scenario and how it could simply be a representation of the grief process, better yet, the mourning process. It makes sense, all that dream/fantasy/hallucination stuff.
Then, somehow, the scene where Xena kills Gabrielle is a reference to the elaboration and “killing” of the grief, essencial part of getting over the loss (in some ways they lost each other, or at least tho whole image they had of themselves and of each other, during that arc).
Also, it would be one less painful X/G moment to watch.
IT’S INCREDIBLY HELPFUL AND CAN FOR INSTANCE GENERATE TOPICS AND FIRST LINES, CONTAINS LOADS OF EXERCISES AND YOU CAN FIND PLENTY OF WRITING TIPS.
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