#i’m ill i’m so unwell

[painted-kneecaps]

In an alternate universe, Powder gets caught and left behind when Jayce’s lab explodes. Realizing that she will likely be shipped off to some dismal prison or orphanage, Jayce argues that keeping her around will lure back the real culprits of the attack- she’s just a child, after all, and nobody was really harmed- besides, somebody has to keep an eye on her, and they were his crystals. What’s the harm in letting her tag along?

In an alternate universe, Viktor notices her genius and takes her under his wing, consults her on his experiments and encourages her to undertake her own. She becomes an expected presence in their lab, tinkering away at her own projects and offering a fresh perspective when Jayce and Viktor get stuck.

In an alternate universe, they notice her despair and betrayal when her sister doesn’t come back for her. They notice when she breaks down, her grief and rage, the internal violence her mind wreaks on her, and they search for a cure. They get her help and medicine, and if need be, they talk her through her delusions with cool, scientific detachment, explaining what is going on in her brain until it doesn’t scare her anymore. If, in the process of helping her, they both begin to reconcile with their own self destructive tendencies- well, that’s just a convenient side effect.

In an alternate universe, she is understood and listened to and valued, and she is not a weapon or a tool or a jinx. She is respected for her brilliance, and her illness is acknowledged and not feared, and her genius is put toward progress and not violence. She never quite fits outside the lab- she is a Zaunite, after all, and she clings to that identity with teeth and claws- and though Jayce never quite understands, Viktor always defends her to him.

In an alternate universe, she builds Viktor braces and prosthetics and mobility aids as his condition declines, new and improved with every model. They tweak the designs together, and their witty banter as they work staves off the threat of impending mortality, just for a while. Hextech products begin to sport animal motifs, a phenomenon that neither Jayce nor Viktor feel the need to explain. Their lab is covered in graffiti, which they both complain about, but never actually discourage.

In an alternate universe, Vi finds her sister, and she is eccentric, but not broken. She is supported and cared for and hailed as the protege of the two most brilliant scientists alive. She is angry and confused and betrayed, yes- but she is not alone, and she is not afraid.

And they can work with that.

[thisiswhatmakesusgirrls]

[scary-friend]

Vent

My dad is currently withholding my medication until I hang out with him.

The way I want him dead…

I need my antidepressants and anti anxiety pills, if I don’t take them I go insane and feel so fucking sick.

What the fuck is wrong with him! Why can’t he just leave me the fuck alone!

And my mom can’t help me now because she’s out and can’t come home until like 3 pm, it’s currently 9:20 am and I’m only gonna get worse as the day progresses.

I’m so fucking pissed at him, and then he has the fucking audacity to yell at me when I said I didn’t wanna hang out. Like I have to stay home because we just put my dog on new medication and I need to watch him so not nothing bad happens. Like actually fuck you dad. What the fuck is wrong with you!?

Koda is 15, last week when I wasn’t home he had a seizure, thankfully my mom was home, but he couldn’t even move. She had to carry him everywhere. She thought he was gone. I’m not gonna risk not being there for him ever again. Why can’t dad get that through his thick skull.

I already just feel sick and numb. I wish my mom was here, she could fix this. This fucking sucks

[cable-salamdr]

So in my long analysis post I briefly touched upon this cloaked figure that we see, and how we don’t know who they are.

Well, I was wondering about who this was, and I realize that none of the (current) villain’s outfits match this figure

Long story short: I am a little bit of a dumb dumb and did not realise we did actually see this outfit: the temple guards.

(Others have pointed this out, I’m just a little silly and slow, sorry y’all. I think the fact that the Temple guard minifig doesn’t look much like the canon thing threw me off a little?)

This probably isn’t anything new for most people because it wasn’t a hard thing to figure out, so this is moreso for me, but I’m still curious about the color palette of this character.

Up above I did a bunch of color splotches of Lloyd’s outfit in that night setting and how it would look in normal light. White becomes a sort of grey-blue, and the green becomes darker too. However, Lloyd’s skin is still clearly yellow. What ISN’T yellow is the outfit of the other person, which should be assumed if we were to think they are just a normal Temple Guard in the middle of the night. No, if this outfit was in daylight, it would very likely be some sort of purple. Not to mention that the dots, while green in daylight, appear to become red.

What do I think this means? …I’m not quite sure, but I kind of doubt this is just a normal Temple Guard gone bad. I think it’s much more likely that this is one of the bad guys trying to sneak into the Temple City (I’m pretty sure one of the leaked descriptions said something about a thief? I’m not sure.). As said, I’m assuming this clip is from the Feast episode, which would make sense: someone trying to steal something while everyone else is distracted at a big dinner is quite literally Basic Heist 101 (go read Six of Crows y’all). The fact that, whoever this is, put enough effort in to either make themselves Temple Guard armor, or steal some and I guess recolor it, means they were putting quite a lot of thought into this. Whoever they are, they’re being smart about their plan, and were almost 100% not expecting to fight with Lloyd.

[nickyroethemarinebiologist]

Liking any piece of media is so exhausting because I can’t just like things normally. I need to consume its essence. I need to hold it gently in my hands and keep it close to my heart. I need to project it permanently into my brain. I need to give all the characters a hug and a high five. I need to bite them I need to put them in my pocket I need to throw them at the wall. I need to tuck them into bed and give them little kisses on the forehead. I need to throw them down the stairs. Do you understand.

[ghostvibesonly]

i’m going to be sick

[childoftheineffabledivorce]

Y’all.

[holalinkkk]

Okay I’m seeing a lot of “Stolas shouldn’t have sprung everything onto Blitzø all at once and he should’ve given Blitzø time to process” but 1. This talk was soooo long overdue that it’s better that Stolas was as clear as possible and got everything off of his chest because their communication has been pretty awful thus far and 2. Blitzø was kinda the one who started heavily insulting Stolas while following him down the hallway? I don’t blame Stolas for teleporting Blitzø out, they both were very hurt in the conversation and anything further said probably wasn’t going to help the situation at all. I just hate how the fandom has to make one or the other into the bad person in the relationship like???

[gilmores-glorious-blog]

man,, i wanna see orym talk to will right now. not like,, see him in a vision or anything, just. talk to him. what would he tell him. he feels so alone. what is he whispering to will in the dead of the night when no one else can hear him.

[itsalwaysforyou]

re: my last post

[blaithnne]

so I’m realising my intense anxiety for Hilda’s third season to come out is PROBABLY an autism thing

[kencoded-kengirl]

so kendall has dealt with pretty severe anxiety for most of his life because that’s what happens when logan roy is your fucking dad. another thing that happens when logan roy is your fucking dad is getting told not to “be a fucking pansy” when you go to him showing symptoms of pretty severe anxiety. i think kendall learned young that the only way he could get attention when he wasn’t feeling well was to claim physical illness, which actually makes logan tend to him rather quickly (kendall isn’t aware, at this age, of what happened to rose, but he does know that his father is aggressively invested in keeping his children free of sickness). ten-year-old kendall felt like he was being clever, not knowing that, at forty, he would stop being able to distinguish between physical discomfort and mental anguish. the week after the vote of no confidence, kendall thought he had the flu; he didn’t, he was depressed. there’s a bunch of sandy-frank-karl-era acquaintances of logan’s who all think of kendall as “logan’s boy who’s always ill.” a couple of people (rava, stewy, siobhan) know that kendall is this way, but they can’t do anything about it because kendall denies ever having lied about being sick whenever anyone points it out.

[unknownarmageddon]

it was cold out tonight, oddly enough. It didn't often drop to this kind of temperature during summer, and it drove them to sit closer tonight than they usually did.

they'd been sitting progressively closer to one another these last few weeks, but tonight, killer was in cross's lap, lying on his back, his arms folded behind his head as he stared up at the sky.

there were never any stars for him to look at, but he once told cross that if he stared long enough, then the spots in his vision would make him feel like he was looking at stars.

cross still didn't know how to feel about that. it felt kinda sad, but the tone killer had used, the look on his face... cross hadn't said anything, simply nodded and let him go on.

a glittering cloud of smoke wafted up from his lap, drawing his eyes downward, to killer's amused expression. cross waved a hand through the smoke, huffing softly as he dispelled it.

"don't blow that in my face, dude."

killer immediately did that, taking a deep pull from the cigarette held in his teeth and blowing it out at cross's face, the cloud heavy with killer's magic, and cross's cheeks tinted a faint purple as he plucked the cigarette from killer's teeth.

"i said quit," he muttered, and killer chuckled, sticking his tongue out but letting cross keep the cigarette.

cross thumbed at the butt of it, flicking ashes off to the side of them, eyeing the cigarette quietly, and after a few moments, he put it to his own teeth.

smoke filled his chest cavity, heavy and tingly, the nicotine stale and the tobacco bitter. hissing it out through his teeth, cross watched the purple-tinted cloud of grey swirl away from him, rushing before slowing and whisping up towards the clouds.

"damn that's pretty," killer commented offhandedly, and cross barely processed it before killer was twisting in his lap, rolling over onto his knees, his hands on cross's knees as he pushed himself up.

"lemme see it?"

cross simply held the cigarette between two fingers, the butt of it pressed to his teeth, his eyes narrowing slightly as he took another drag. smoke curled from his mouth as he responded, the whispy tendrils fluttering up around cross's cheeks, "why?"

killer flashed him a grin, the same kind he always wears whenever he has some kind of plan that involves getting nice and personal, and cross's interest piqued.

"i got an idea."

cross blew out the smoke into killer's face, just to be petty, before he gave killer the cigarette, scoffing under his breath.

"i'm terrified," cross deadpanned, though he choked a little on his words as killer casually, as if he'd done this millions of times before, clambered up into cross's lap again, this time sitting on him.

instinctively, cross wrapped his arms around killer's waist, his cheeks heating as killer's femurs squeezed cross's hips briefly before going lax, and he looked inordinately pleased with himself. cross's mind felt like it was going to implode, his body stiff as killer settled in his lap like he belonged there. what the fuck.

"killer-" he started to hiss, but a finger tapped his teeth, prompting him to snap his mouth shut. killer's eyelight, a rare thing, flickered in his eyesocket, glimmering with something warm and amused-- and eager.

"easy, wolf," he hummed, singsonging it as he slotted the cigarette back into his own mouth, pulling from it nice and hard, his eyes lidded. he burned through the rest of a the cigarette in that one breath, holding it as he leaned over a little to put it out in the dirt, and without thinking, cross gripped at killer's hips a little harder to stabilize him.

killer shifted back, that smug expression on his face made prettier by the soft red hue lighting up his cheekbones. cross's own face felt like it was on fire, but he didn't get to make any complaints.

smoothly, killer slid both of his hands up cross's chest, that stupid, charming grin pulling wider. his hands slipped up, over cross's shoulders, and they met behind his head, and cross opened his mouth to ask what the fuck killer was doing.

apparently, killer took that as his cue, and cross's breath stuttered in his throat as killer pressed an open mouthed kiss to cross's mouth. cross's mind exploded into little shards, his fingers curling into the flare of killer's hips, his eyes widening.

easily, with practised ease, killer coaxed cross into relaxing with languid hums, deepening their kiss, and cross squeezed his eyes shut, trying to keep up.

it startled a grunt out of him-- he'd forgotten entirely about the cigarette-- when the familiar taste of smoke surged into his mouth. immediately, he inhaled it, breathing it in, taking every bit that killer pushed into his mouth and practically swallowing it down.

oh. oh. this was nice.

killer hummed a quiet noise, tilting his head a little and somehow managing to deepen the kiss even further, and cross felt a throbbing feeling in his skull, the kind that came from lack of air, his magic burning in his throat with the need for oxygen.

unfortunately, it drove him to pull away, and instantly, he had to exhale harshly, and the smoke came rushing out of his mouth, directly into killer's face, the cloud coated in magenta, the shimmering magic woven through the smoke a mixture of killer's red and cross's purple.

cross... had feelings about that.

he choked a little on it, and went into a coughing fit, hacking and gasping raggedly, and killer snorted, patting cross's back as he coughed out the rest of the smoke.

"f-fuck," he wheezed out, and killer cackled, his nimble fingers somehow producing another cigarette.

"you'll get better at it with practice, m'sure," killer said consolingly, and the prospect of practicing made cross cough a little harder.

well, that's one way to warm up in sudden cold spells.

-proximity anon

AUGHHH?????? AUGH AUGH

holy fuck this bangs what the hell

[theethlezprincez]

i think my delusions are getting really bad again.

yesterday i was so convinced that my legs were getting purple. then i asked my mom if she saw anything and ofc she said no. then i kept seeing it. today i thought my food was old my mom tried and said nothings wrong.l

i think that my hallucinations/voices are also getting worse.

and i’m sick living like this

my family doesn’t hear me when i talk to them

my friends do not care what happens to me either if i live or die no body gives a fucking fuck

there is no reason left to get me to live

[modgirlyreposts-revamped]

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[silly-centipede]

Where I’m at right now mentally