His Dark Materials is a franchise that tackles so many branches of physics and even creates a universe where the main course of study is experimental theology which is all about identifying and explaining dark matter while also adding dimensions to string theory, the multiverse theory, and the very concept of the human soul. At the same time, it aggressively calls out the problem with the state being controlled by the church, how people are condemned for being different and religious fearmongering stops the chance at growth both on an individual and a societal scale. It’s a franchise where the heroes of the story are two children who aren’t allowed to know the prophecy they’re a part of, who save the world unwittingly simply by doing what they believe to be right. Meanwhile, the person who thought he was the hero all along, the person who rallied an army from multiple universes to FIGHT. GOD. HIMSELF. is ultimately consumed by his own ego and forced to take a back seat when he realises he’s just one tiny piece of a much larger story that’s true heart is his own daugher. The child he abandoned, the child he didn’t know or care to know how to look after. It’s a franchise about finding love even when your biological family abandon you, it’s about looking evil in the eye and seeing your own mother, it’s about good and evil not being black and white but instead a complex and cruel mixture of both. It’s about the two worst people you know banding together at the last second to save their daughter with their final breaths. It’s about exploration and learning how to grow through experience, it’s about kindness being shared across the multiverse, exchanging stories with strangers and saving the whole world by doing something perfectly ordinary and receiving no reward.

Oh, and it’s also a franchise rich with fantasy, with giant talking polar bears, witches and ghosts, angels and daemons, and a mammal-like species from another world that travels exclusively on roller skates. 

And it fucking. rocks.

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The thing is that Ilya has no fucking clue what autism is. He probably read the word when some twitter user called Shane autistic and wanted to look it up but got distracted by a post about Shane's tits or smth.

What he does know though is that Shane folds his clothes before sex. And he smiles at him with adoration when he does it and doesn't rush him or make fun of him for it. He knows Shane doesn't always pick up on his jokes and sarcasm "That's French, Ilya" but he doesn't mind it and would never make Shane feel bad about it or dismiss his response "Yeah I know, Shane". He knows Shane has a PhD in The Arts of Overthinking "Now the bed's all dirty" so he playfully chases his worries away and closes all those open tabs in Shane's brain "What? Shut up". He knows Shane will not rest until he has everything in his life under control so he grumbles when Shane wakes him up in the middle of the night to tell him how they can make it all work but still listens intently to his plan. He knows Shane feels overwhelmed and anxious when stuff doesn't go down as planned "This is my actual fucking nightmare, Ilya" "I'm okay I'm just freaking out I'll be okay in a second" so he softly comforts him and supports him through it "Then maybe it's time to wake up, yes?" "We're good here, your family's here, you're boyfriend's here, we're good here, ok?" He knows Shane has to hear it to believe it "My boyfriend?" so he gently goes "I mean yes, I think so, probably".

He doesn't know Shane is autistic but he knows Shane and he loves Shane and Shane happens to be autistic

i like this show in a cool ironic detached intellectual way btw

Ilya meeting Shane's parents must be insane for them like. Mr Ilya "The Terminator" Rozanov, terror on ice and menace in bed, politely stands there. Your very shy son admonishes him for using the word "lovers" and Russia's Greatest Rage Machine just takes it.

You ask when this started and Mister Dickhead makes sure Shane is accurate about when they started this. How dare you stave off half a year of us, Shane?

You ask if they talked to Scott Hunter and Ra Ra Rasputin says that he, famous asshole extraordinaire went to talk to Patron Saint of Hockey Gays to offer him congratulations.

You ask if he has no loyalty to Boston and Mr Fucking Fuck San Francisco is like. Nyet

Your son is having a panic attack and Miike Snow Genghis Khan calls them "boyfriends" and it's your own extremely shy and sensitive and loving son that is like MY WHAT

eh bah

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Steve Harrington was trying to be a better person, but one night in late August, despite his best efforts, he had a truly selfish thought. He wished Robin wasn't dating Vickie. He hated himself for even entertaining the idea. Robin deserved to be with someone who loved her. She was amazing. She was smart, funny, and a little bit of a weirdo– which Steve had learnt was his type.

He wasn't jealous of Vickie. Not in the way you'd think. He was over being in love with Robin, but he missed having his best friend around. For so long, he and Robin had been joined at the hip. Now Robin had Vickie, which meant he saw less and less of her.

Whenever he tried to strike up a conversation with Nancy, she'd look at him like he'd sprouted a third head. Maybe she thought he was flirting, which wasn't ideal. Talking to Jonathan was a nonstarter because he thought Steve was still trying to get together with Nancy.

Then there was Dustin. Before, when he'd had no one else, he'd had Dustin to talk to. Was it depressing that one of his best friends was several years his junior? Yes, but Steve would take what he could get. The problem was that Dustin had changed since Eddie's death. Most days, he wouldn't look at Steve, let alone talk to him. Which meant, once again, Steve Harrington was alone.

When the silence of his empty house grew too loud, Steve would drive around town. The quarantine zone was one of the many prisons his life held. In years past, he could've hit the road until he reached Indianapolis, but now he looped around the town's perimeter until his fuel light blinked or the night faded into morning.

He was so damn lonely. There was also the matter of going crazy.

Wait this broke my heart I need Eddie to find a way through stoppppp

2026

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I will fix cinema:

Je to se mnou špatný, když shippuju toho krále a toho čaroděje?

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