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My personal SDV Shane HCs

Sebastian reminds Shane so much of his younger self it makes his heart ache. Seb, Abi and Sam remind him of himself and Jas’s parents when they were younger, before the accident.

His ears are covered in healed piercings, his lip and eyebrow also.

When he either marries the farmer or when the Joja Mart closes he starts working on the farm, and gets big. Like I picture year five Shane fuckin swole. Hay bale lifting and heavy machinery pushing all goes to his shoulders

Im not saying washboard abs, the kinda strength you see in proper weight lifters, all muscle and roundness thats rough around the edges.

I like to think there are old home videos of Shane and Jas’s parents that she plays sometimes, when the saloon gets a TV she brings them in to watch on the proper TV rather than the poor excuse that Marnie has, Shane cries like a baby seeing is old friends on a decent screen, in high quality.

and Seb, Abi and Sam watch jaws drop as alternate timeline versions of them appear on the screen

Shane can fuckin sing, while hes working that man has the OG emo anthems either blasting or singing them himself.

He does the cough at the beginning of ‘dear maria count me in’ and it makes him laugh everytime before he sings with the most angelic ex-emo voice the world has ever heard.

Shane and Jas’ parents definitely had a band of their own, Shane gives me Bass or Keyboard vibes along with primarily back up vocals but once he has a drink in him he could lead vocal for hours.

He seems like the kinda guy that once upon a time was probably the most stressed waiter known to man, nineteen years old Shane having decided to not go to college his roomates/bestfriends are pregnant and are planning a shotgun wedding, stressed outta his mind, industrial piercing rejecting and infected, eye twitching while a customer asks for their fries to be replaced with prawns and refusing to pay any extra costs for that

He gives screaming match in the kitchen with the chef and then going out back to smoke weed with him vibes.

Will he !?!?!?!?

this has been in my redraw pile for a while now 😴

the problem with trying to make Jason Todd’s point - that what Batman’s doing is ineffective and not enough to stop crime in Gotham - more legitimate in canon is that you’d have to skirt around the real reason all of Batman’s efforts isn’t stopping crime, that being that otherwise you wouldn’t have a story

the seemingly popular route by people who don’t actually know a lot about batman is that he’s not putting enough money into it (false, he does, it’s everywhere in canon) or that Gotham is magically cursed to forever be an awful garbage city which are both… not things you can solve by going on a killing spree

and, even worse for Jason, nothing Jason does can ever or will ever be more effective than what Batman is doing, because again, otherwise you wouldn’t have a story. so Bruce and Jason are now stuck coming at a problem cursed to never be solved from opposite sides, but jason has yet to learn the value of hope and in doing things not because it fixes the problem but because it keeps it from getting worse

I know we’ve already said it a bunch but it really is so funny to think about Hannibal as this legendary serial killer who no one suspected and could’ve kept getting away with his crimes if not for one sweaty fbi dog man that likes fishing

Saw a post like this with negative outlook so I asked for it to be fixed

You've heard about the Madonna/Whore complex, now I propose Mary/Medea: a fictional mother must be an absolute perfect selfless saint whose identity revolves solely around her children, or else be a selfish abusive demon with no redeeming qualities whatsoever

“I don’t understand Hannibal Lecter” k well if the love of my life tracked me down in europe and smiled at me in front of my favorite painting and said he wanted to understand me and that he defined past vs future as before me and after me and talked about how we couldn’t survive separation and then after I saved both of our lives from insane ass mason verger and I carried him bridal style through the cold winter night only for the next day to have him BREAK UP WITH ME and say he didn’t want to think about me anymore…yeah I'd turn myself in too.

Them: NOOOOOO!!! YOU CAN’T JUST MARRY SHANE STARDEW VALLEY!!!! HE’S GROSS AND MESSY!!!!!! HE STILL DRINKS SOMETIMES!!!!!!! HE’S NOT A PERFECT HUSBANDERINO NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!

Me: ha ha man bounce chicken