How Can Something So Simple Be So Pretty Though?

How can something so simple be so pretty though?

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You ever just look at the cover of a book and be like "I want that outfit. Why can I not have that outfit? How dare you look so great in that outfit when I can't look that great even if I had that outfit irl?"

I'll be honest y'all, I came to Tumblr for the raw quotes completely out of context, the shitpost that actually end in a deep philosophical discussion on the nature of society, and the breakdown of people trying to make a point by actually experienced people telling you the #facts, but I can't find y'all anywhere.

Where do I look to fill my feed with the people who make your legendary posts that somehow make it as screenshots to Pinterest or narrated as videos on YouTube?

Where are my relatable folks who vent their frustrations by going on a tangent to a completely unrelated topic yet somehow circle back to end up teaching me a life lesson while also making me laugh? Where are my reviews on how Hollywood did it wrong or somehow did it right? Where are you people with way too much experience in That One Thing but actually I do This Other Thing for a living? Where are they who do This Other Thing for a living that can somehow be applied to That One Thing? Where is the Rossetta Stone of culture clash where I end up learning something new from the stupidest life story in existence?

Where are the quippy one-liners that sound like they make no sense but gosh darn it Tumblr can dig deeper than any English class could ever teach you to go and we do it for fun rather than expectation of reward in the form of a meaningless mark on our life's report card?

WHERE ARE YOU MY FELLOWS I NEED MY SEROTONIN?!?!

Yes!!! Ya boi just said "they lost control? Been there, done that, lived through it, ain't nothing gonna stop me now I guess"

dion "i'm just built different" lesage really stood there while clive explained that the other dominants who managed to prime without their power did so by absorbing too much aether and losing their minds and said "well then i'm just going to be better than that" and he was.

I imagine this is the portrait of him hung in the palace tho

Dion Lesage

Hope’s little foot stomp when he is venting at Snow is just adorable. Like this little 14 year old wants to be taken seriously and he stomps his foot, immediately ruining the effect. He is throwing his frustration and grief around–understandably–but he is also kicking a hornet’s nest by saying it is all Serah’s fault that they are l’cie. He’s a kid; he doesn’t have all the pieces of the puzzle, but none of them do. All Hope sees is this dude that got his mother killed, running around talking about saving Serah and all of Cocoon when this buffed up bastard couldn’t even save his mother. 

He’s been in a constant state of fear since getting off the train; then watching his mother walk away to join the resistance, watching his mother die, and then getting kidnapped essentially by Vanille, and talked into going onto a fal’cie vestige. He’s likely never seen half of the animals that he ends up fighting alongside Vanille; and we know that he’s never seen Cie’th or a Fal’Cie. Of course, he is terrified.  It doesn’t help that he is surrounded by strangers who have thus far: 1) failed to save his mother and keeps running around seemingly only consumed with his own self-interest; 2) attempted to help what he (and most of Cocoon even Sazh) believe to be the enemy of Cocoon and has at least once struck another person in front of him for saying something she didn’t agree with and then straight up attacked a Fal’Cie. 

He didn’t feel safe a second into that journey; he hid behind Vanille when things got bad and stuck to her like glue in the vestige. Instead of finding comfort in the adults’ presence, he latched onto someone he had just met that night who acts even younger than him and is the one that talked him into going on the vestige in the first place. Hope is adrift and is searching for any kind of substitute for a lifeboat that he can find.     

It’s not surprising that finding out he is now a l’cie himself is a last straw. He likely hasn’t been able to come to terms with the fact that his mother and he were in the Purge at all, much less dealt with his grief or rage over his mother’s death. It’s a lot for the adults to handle. To expect Hope to handle it the same as his older, non-riddled with hormones companions is completely unfair. Even Sazh asks “why me” about being turned into a fal’cie, even Lightning rages against her sister’s and her own fate. 

In short, Hope is fourteen, dealing with multiple stressors at once, cut the boy some slack.