#it barely makes sense to me

[moominpopzz]

Anyways i think Dakota would call Ashe Princess. No I don’t have any semblance of proof all I have is the fact I’m begging you to hear me out

[sophieswundergarten]

I've seen several things talking about S. Q. and "The Oh Hellos", and I happen to very much enjoy The Oh Hellos". So far I've noticed @sqenthusiast bring up Constellations, Dear Wormwood, Bitter Water, and Thus Always To Tyrants. While I whole heartedly agree, I would also like to add my own thoughts in a way that is definitely not me going through nearly all of their songs in an excessive and repetitive manner that is wildly out of context and that nobody asked for:

There will come a poet / Whose weapon is His word / He will slay you with His tongue - "Soldier, Poet, King"

I really feel like this embodies his attitude and artistic mind, and even though he may not always be good at words, he speaks honestly and from his heart

Heartache, I've heard, is part of life, and I have broken more and more

That we can learn to love without demand, with unreserved honesty

I'll give you all I have to spend / And you'll give nothing back to me

I will wait for this to end / The back and forth, the battery / For you, at last, to comprehend the kind of love of which I speak - "This Will End"

This is such a melancholy description of his perception of his relationship with Curtain

Could you love me more / If by the sun and moon I swore / That I would never flee

And I know I shouldn't love you / I know I shouldn't love you but I do

I feel it in my soul / I feel the empty hole / The cup that can't be filled

Even now you mark my steps / Lovely bitter water / All the days of our delights are poison in my veins - "Bitter Water"

More Curtain symbolism! He is so loyal, and he will always remember the times that he chose to love his dad, even when Curtain was making bad decisions. (Also I totally stole this one from @sqenthusiast, so don't forget that)

There beneath the willow tree, I learned a lot about the way of things / I learned that everything has breath inside

I know, I know this / There is beauty in the way of things - "There Beneath"

This I think is part of how he see life: through the lens of beauty and nature, and with a respectful awe and wonder at the world

Gather the soldiers, the heir to enfold / Crown him and give him a sceptre to hold - "Caesar"

This is pretty solely because of the ideas about Jackson, Jillson, and Jeffers trying to make him take over Curtain's work

It was the raging storm of a foreign war / And a face I'd seen before - "Pale White Horse"

When Curtain is beginning the Improvement and then things go to pieces, allowing S. Q. to see what was going on outside the island for the first time

I have always known you / You have always been there in my mind / But now I understand you / And I will not be part of your designs

I know who I am now / And all that you've made of me / I know who you are now / And I name you my enemy

I know who I am now / I know who I want to be / I want to be more than / This devil inside of me - "Dear Wormwood"

Also stolen from @sqenthusiast! I imagine S. Q. starting to make a stand as he learns what Curtain was doing, and (especially in the books) he separates himself from Curtain's villainous actions, but not from Curtain himself

To and fro, I will not follow / Where you go, I will not also - "Thus Always To Tyrants"

Ditto from everything in the last note

We were born in the shadow / Of the crimes of our fathers / Blood was our inheritance / No, we did not ask for this - "The Valley"

Poor S. Q. probably had such a weird reputation as the headmaster's son, since many people would probably resent him or be scared of him, but the kid himself is so nice

He'd put me deep / Deep under so that he could work - "Like The Dawn"

This just caught my attention because of how S. Q. was brainswept in the books

I ran like a speeding train / Cut my hair and changed my name / Only had myself to blame / For the company I was keeping - "Wishing Well"

When S. Q. begins living on his own, and realizes he can make decisions independent of how he was raised

I have made mistakes, I continue to make them / The promises I've made, I continue to break them / And all the doubts I've faced, I continue to face them / But nothing is a waste if you learn from it - "I Have Made Mistakes"

The kid tries so hard to be a good person and a good son, but when he has to recognise that what Curtain is doing is wrong he must feel horribly guilty for being "disloyal", but as he gains a support system he is able to work on growing out of it. He starts to learn from the Benedicts that he is able to let go of the guilt, and that he is able accept grace and understand life as a learning experience

(This one is the whole entire song, but read it and tell me that I shouldn't have included it)

I was young I was young and naive As I was told As I was told, so I believed And I was told there's only one road that leads you home

And the truth was a cave on the mountainside And I'd seek it out until the day I died

I was bound I was bound and determined To be the child To be the child that you wanted But I was blind to every sign you left for me to find

And the truth became a tool that I held in my hand And I wielded it, but I didn't understand

I was tired of giving more than you gave to me And I desired a truth I wouldn't have to seek

But in the silence I heard you calling out to me - "The Truth Is A Cave"

And the way the shadows on the wall are cast / Look like a twisted apparition from the past / And all the memories come flooding fast / A wilderness you kinda miss - "Grow"

~~Nightmares~~

At the edges of my fingers / Never quite closing round it / Oh, that peace like a river / Always going, but never getting

Maybe that's what it's all about / We keep fixing what we know is only bound to break / What's worth saving is never worth letting go to waste / I want to mend what I've got, instead of throwing away

Ain't nothing come easy / No, nothing comes quick / It's gonna hurt like hell to become well / But if we set the bone straight / It'll mend

But I want for you this, that you are well / I want for us this, that we are well - "Theseus"

He gets to grow as a human!! He starts to make choices, and he chooses to make amends with his dad, and he makes the decision to work on strengthening his relationships with the others, even though it's scary for him

But I swear with all your burnt bridges / You could leech what's caustic and find / A rudimentary lye / Some kinda miraculous bind

All the things we've broken / Can be puzzled together again / All your sums and your pieces / Are enough to clean up / All the messes you've made

I've heard / If I were tougher / Then maybe I'd make it alive /I got a tender side /I'll need a harder shell to survive

I don't know I've seen a thing grow / Without an open coat / Not without a softness showing

It's gonna hurt like hell /But we're gonna be well / I'll give you my best shot - "Soap"

This is whole exactly what I think about S. Q. and Curtain's relationship

Like constellations imploding in the night / Everything is turning, everything is turning / The shapes that you drew may change beneath a different light / And everything you thought you knew / Will fall apart, but you'll be all right - "Constellations"

Again, stole it, but this set of lyrics is so important to me and I think that it is a really good way of talking about transitions in life

But the water's rising (quicker than light and sound) / From the seas within me (coming up from the ground) / And I try to fight it (cumulonimbus clouds) / But I drain completely (cover the sun and drown it out) - "Notos"

I imagine this is like an internal commentary of S. Q. when he's being overwhelmed by all of the emotions (either to stand up to his dad or just in general)

Hello, my old heart / It's been so long Since I've given you away / And every day, I add another stone / To the walls I built around you / To keep you safe

Oh, oh, don't leave me here alone / Don't tell me that we've grown For having loved a little while / Oh, oh, I don't wanna be alone / I wanna find a home / And I wanna share it with you - "Hello My Old Heart"

The kid has so much love and trust and no one besides Curtain to share it with, and so I think he would take a while adjusting to being around so many people who want to love him, even though it's what he's wanted

When the bitter creeps in / To bite you whole / A spectre unreflected, oh / It keeps you cold - "Cold"

This and the one after are such poetic descriptions of how we see his arguments with Curtain go, because you see his nerve fail and his words stall because even with all of the feelings behind them, he doubts himself

So I'll keep half of my words in my mouth / Let the syllables fall out / At a steady trickling / I'll be your roof caving in - "Lapis Lazuli"

Yeah, I'm one spoon away / From setting the ends of my hair on fire / If I'm kindling for a little while / At least I'd feel of use

Making lists, folding laundry / Keeping tidy with my radio show / I'd be lying if I told you / I'm keeping tidy anymore - "Boreas"

I think that, although he may not be up to speed in relational stuff, he's very mature in random things like keeping a schedule (because he didn't have anyone enforcing it on the island and he needed to have one so he created it himself) and while he may not know how to cook he probably spent a lot of time looking for something he could do to help, either his dad or the staff, so he could be useful

He has hoisted out of the mire every child / So lift your voice with timbrel and lyre / We will abide, we will abide, we will abide -"Where Is Your Rider"

This is more Curtain/the Waiting Room/Messengers, but I really wanted to include it because I though it was neat that it fit

[seagiri]

gravel

[paimt]

its just supervised phone calls like

in the wise words of stan himself: give me money

[a-scary-lack-of-common-sense]

Me when I really want to draw fanart for a fandom because it looks so cool, but I haven't the slightest idea about any deeper lore than surface level plot and symbolism

[filurig]

little more fantasyish design of sona i draw every once in a while doodle

[premamelody]

like theyre like siblings part 2 for me

explaination or smth

[thatonebirdwrites]

Cheating Death Part 2

Part 1 here.

Only seconds after Lena vanished in the portal, the Kryptonite cage melted into the floor. A yellow light pulsed so brightly, Kara had to close her eyes. Light infused her cells and pushed the pain of the Kryptonite away.

Lena's words echoed in Kara's head. How she'd stomped and shouted, the tears on her face, the desperation in her voice. How heartbroken she'd been when she'd said, "No, no you don't get to tell me who I am anymore."

She didn't know what to do. Lena had been hurting and grieving this entire time, and what had she and her friends done? Celebrated her brother's death, ignored Lena's increasingly isolating behaviors, and pretended everything was fine.

It wasn't fine.

Yet, the yellow light. Why had that activated? Was it Lena or the Fortress?

Kara ran through the Fortress to the control panel. She dug into the log and swiftly found Lena's code. It had been programmed to create the cage if Kara asked about Myriad, but then the yellow light was also programmed to heal Kara after Lena escaped. A note was annotated on that section of the code, and Kara's breath caught in her throat.

"I wish I could stop loving you. This hurts worse than death."

Tears dampened her cheeks and she wiped them away. What would she tell Alex? How can she explain any of this?

She didn't want her friends to turn on Lena, and Alex definitely would go after Lena if she knew about the cage. It'd been temporary, and Lena had programed a healing sun-bed equivalent burst for after. That alone gave her hope that she could still reach Lena.

Because even in her heartbreak, Lena did not want Kara dead.

She grabbed the weapon she needed, the same one Lena had used to stop Leviathan from killing Kara, and re-calibrated security. Her tears froze on her cheeks by the time she finished.

Kara flew out of the Fortress and high into the stratosphere. She listened for Lena's heartbeat, but heard nothing at first. Fear clenched her heart. Either Lena hid behind lead, or something terrible had gone wrong since she'd left. She hoped it was the former.

With a heavy heart, she flew to the DEO. Alex waited on a balcony.

"Kara?" Alex said, alarmed. "What the hell happened? Where's Lena?"

Kara held out the weapon. "It works as hoped. Sustained blast will keep Rama Khan down, and then attach the power dampeners."

Alex took the weapon with a frown. "Kara, what happened to Lena? Where is she?"

Kara shook her head. She couldn't voice it. She refused to believe Lena was lost to them. There had to be a way to save her, to bring her back, to repair what Kara had fucked up.

She pressed her hands against her face and flinched when Alex tried to touch her shoulder. "I got to find her," she whispered. "I got to make things right. I got to."

"Kara, I can't help if you don't tell me." Alex's voice held kindness, but Kara knew how quickly Alex could turn to anger. When it came to Kara's safety, Alex might cross a line she'd regret. Kara had done it for Alex a few times.

But with Lena? Kara had no boundaries. Lena held her heart in a way no one else did. She'd talked herself into settling for Mon-el, but it'd never been who she needed.

She needed Lena.

"Kara?" Alex tried again. "Kara, talk to me."

"She's the one who shot Lex." The words felt unreal.

Alex's brow wrinkled. "I thought he died when he fell."

Kara shook her head. "We never found a body or even parts from his suit, remember? If he had a portal watch, he could have gone anywhere."

Alex sucked in a breath. "And Lena was waiting for him?"

Kara nodded. "She shot him to protect us. She's been grieving and hurting all this time, and what have we done? Ignored her grief! Where were we for her pain?" She paced the balcony as fury at herself and everyone around her built up in her sternum. "I hurt her! I hurt her with my lies, and I have to fix this."

"Kara," Alex hefted the weapon. "Maybe let Lena have her space. We still have to deal with--"

"Alex, you didn't hear her!" Her pacing quickened and a groove appeared in the concrete from her superspeed.

Kara should tell Alex, and yet she couldn't. She needed to save Lena from Myriad herself, but to do that, she needed to find Lena. And she still couldn't hear her heartbeat.

She let out a shout of rage, her fist colliding with the wall and shattering the concrete. "I hurt the person I love! I have to fix this. I have to bring her back."

Her rage petered into sobs, and she fell to her knees.

Her, the strongest and fastest on the planet, brought to her knees by a Luthor.

She thinks of all the times she could have told Lena, and how she'd chickened out, afraid of losing her. Afraid of living a life without Lena's presence. Now a Lena-shaped hole had been carved in her chest, and she hurt.

It felt like Kryptonite all over again.

Was this how Lena had felt the past few months? This agony?

And yet, Lena had still helped. She'd still saved Kara's life. Still built devices that helped others. Why Myriad? Why use that monstrous device? Kara couldn't make sense of it. The months of pretending to be Kara's friend.

She should be angry at Lena. Furious at the betrayal, but she felt only grief. She'd started this with her lies, with leaving Lena in the dark. Lena could have helped so much more if she'd been in on it from the start. Then this never would have happened.

Kara sat there, silent, head-bowed long enough for Alex to leave and return with a cup of herbal tea. Rooibos since most other teas were too intense thanks to Kara's supertaste. Her fingers curled around the warm cup.

"I tasked Brainy and J'onn with the weapons. We'll deal with Leviathan." Alex smiled and squeezed Kara's shoulder. "You do what you need to do, Kara. I'm with you, okay?"

Kara nodded numbly. She sipped the tea and slowly became aware of a high-pitched beeping. "Wait, that's the signal watch," she murmured. She put down the cup and listened. It came from downtown. "Lena," she whispered.

Before Alex could respond, Kara blasted into the sky and broke the sound barrier. The crack whipped across the city and shook windows. She landed on Lena's balcony at L-Corp, ripped open the door, and dashed into a dark room. The beeping came from the stairwell.

Horror twisted her gut. She supersped down the stairs, all forty-three flights, until she reached the stairs just below ground level near the door to security.

She threw open the door and the thick scent of iron assaulted her nose.

Eve lay in a pool of blood, no heartbeat. Someone dressed in black lay crumbled near Eve, again no heartbeat. Blood coated the stairs from where Lena must have crawled.

Lena, her Lena, lay motionless, one hand on the top step. For a horrifyingly long second, Kara couldn't hear a heartbeat. She dropped next to Lena and pressed her fingers against Lena's pulse point.

No, there it was.

A faint badum-badum, the most precious sound in the universe.

She could do nothing for the others, but she still had a chance to save Lena. A scan of her body revealed the bullet in her side, how it pierced a lung.

Kara gathered Lena into her arms, and ran through the security sector, hitting each door with her shoulder to wrench it open, until she finally made her way outside.

Lena's blood soaked into her suit, her head rolling in Kara's arms. She held her close and flew as fast as she dared toward the DEO. "Lena, please," she whispered, "please hold on. Don't you dare die on me. Not now. Not like this."

When her feet touched down, she heard Alex's voice shouting about a Rama Khan sighting. Agents poured into vehicles, and the team prepared to leave.

Kara ignored them. She walked through the bustle, and people parted for her.

Alex turned from where she studied Brainy's screens. Her eyes widened. "What the hell...?"

"Please. Help her." Tears clouded her vision.

"Medical now. Brainy J'onn's in charge." Alex grasped Kara's arm and maneuvered her through the mess of the control center. Technicians worked on last minute fine-tuning of weapons, and others manned screens plotting possible vectors. Activity that meant nothing to Kara, not if Lena died.

Not if she couldn't speak her last truth to Lena.

She laid Lena on the medical bed, and Alex ordered her nurses to get an IV in immediately. Kara began to pace, the blood drying on her suit. Alex cut away Lena's shirt and examined the wound.

"She needs surgery now."

"What do I do?" she asked Alex, anguished. "What do I do?"

Alex shook her head. "You can't help with this. Go help J'onn, and wear Lena's anti-kryptonite suit. I'm not sure how long I'll be in surgery."

"Can you save her?"

"I will try my best," Alex said. She refused to look at Kara, and that told her far too much.

Alex didn't think Lena would make it.

"Promise?" the words came out small, plaintive.

"Promise. Now get out of my way." Alex hooked the IV bag to the pole on one end of the bed, and rolled it toward an interior suite. Two nurses followed along with a second doctor.

Kara closed her eyes and listened to the most beautiful heartbeat in the universe -- it faintly hung on, slower and slower with each passing minute.

She couldn't stay and watch the medical team open up Lena. She couldn't.

Instead, she grabbed the anti-kryptonite suit. As it flowed over her, she almost wept again. It felt like Lena hugged her, the suit entirely her design and her nanites.

She flew outside and listened for J'onn. The fight was to the southeast by the docks.

Hadn't Leviathan been targeting Lena? She'd saved her once from them already. Maybe twice if she counted the break-in that had knocked Lena unconscious.

Now Lena was dying, and Kara didn't just want justice for Lena.

She wanted to tear apart whoever ordered that assassin.

The windows shook at the sonic boom, and the ground cratered when she landed.

Rama Khan and another Leviathan member battled J'onn and Dreamer, who had the weapon from the Fortress. Agents, with adjusted weaponry to match the power-disrupting frequency, scattered around the docks.

Kara didn't care about the risk. She didn't care about the Kryptonite weapons the assholes carried.

She crashed into Rama Khan and threw him into a dock building. The wall crumpled. "Did you hire Lena Luthor's killer?" she growled.

Rama Khan laughed and stood with hardly a mark on him and his ridiculous earth-toned suit. "Those who cross Leviathan do not live to tell the tale. Let you now join her, Supergirl." He extended his hand and the ground shook violently.

A blast from Dreamer's gun sent Rama Khan sprawling. Kara sped over and grabbed him by the throat. Her feet she stomped on his arms. "No one hurts Lena and survives," she growled. Her eyes glowed, and she let out a scream of grief and fury.

She blasted him and punched him again and again. Blood gushed from his face, but then he melted into the earth and stumbled into being a few feet away.

Only for Dreamer to blast him again. Kara pummeled him with the rage of a thousand suns. Her vision red, and the land ripped and shredded in their fight. Part of the pier demolished when Kara threw Rama Khan's accomplice into it. Another building fell when Rama blasted Kara into its walls.

Rama Khan slowed, each blast from the gun scrambled his powers long enough for Kara to rip into him until he bled from multiple places. She lost track of the others, so intent on eliminating the one who ordered Lena's hit.

"Kara!" J'onn clamped the power dampeners on the alien. "Kara, we got him."

Kara clenched Rama's neck and looked down to see the cuffs clasped to his wrists.

How much loss could a heart handle? Why did the universe seek to torture her so? Her entire planet, nearly all her friends, and now the woman she loves most -- loss melted through her crevices, filled her with a blinding fury.

She'd fought to keep everyone alive. It's why she needed to be in control, but that obsession of controlling everything, to make sure she never lost, had poisoned her. She couldn't control everything.

She couldn't even save Lena. The thought of Lena dying in surgery, of never hearing her voice again -- even Lena shouting in anger?

Her fingers crunched bone. Rama Khan tumbled from her grasp and hit the ground with a thump, motionless.

Dreamer and J'onn looked at her, but she didn't respond to their words or looks. Agents swarmed around them to secure the site, while Brainy set up the containment unit for Rama Khan and his accomplices. The ruckus roared like the sea in her ears.

She turned without a word and shot into the sky. She flew as high as she could, to where little to no oxygen existed. The fury burned in her, and she wanted to rip herself apart. She deactivated her helmet, turned off its life support systems, and let the lack of air suffocate her and her emotions.

She'd live. She'd always live, wouldn't she? While all she loved died.

She closed her eyes and let herself fall. Air whooshed around her body, screamed in her ears as she hit terminal velocity. For those brief moments, she heard nothing but the shrill wind, the rest of the Earth drowned out in her fall. A moment of release from the endless soundscape.

Halfway to the ground, she righted herself and flew to the edge of Earth's atmosphere. Again she let herself fall. For a third time, she soared high and fell.

Each time she let herself get closer and closer to hitting the ocean. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't outpace her fury at her own actions. At her failure.

This time she hit the water. She sunk into its depths.

Sea life swam around her, the distant calls of whales rippled through the water. What should delight her brought her sorrow.

No, she couldn't die. Her wretched powers, her curse, kept her alive. Kept her isolated from those she loved. Her careful, practiced control meant even in moments of extreme emotion, she still had to make sure not to hug too tightly. And kissing? How many noses had she broken?

All she wanted was Lena. Even if she could never be with Lena, she needed Lena to be alive. To be healthy and happy. Kara could live with just being on the sidelines, right? As long as Lena was alive.

She burst out of the ocean in a shower of sea water. She hung in the air and watched the waves below her. Her ears tuned to her favorite heartbeat, and there it was, faint, far too faint, but still pulsing.

A slither of hope wove into Kara's wretched spirit. She flew back to the DEO, the wind drying the moisture from the sea.

When she landed, Nia met her at the balcony's doors. "Kara," she breathed out as if she'd been running. "Been looking everywhere."

Kara crossed her arms over her chest. "What do you want?"

"It's Lena. Alex said to let you know the surgery is ongoing and Lena's handling it like a pro." Nia met her gaze, but worry painted across her face. "Don't lose hope yet. She may still live."

Kara said nothing. She heard the rebuke in Nia's words, but she didn't regret her actions. For Lena, there was no boundaries. She'd destroy a thousand Rama Khans if it meant saving Lena.

She followed Nia down the hall, through two intersections, and into the medical bay. Most of the beds were occupied by injured agents from the Leviathan battle. It was the surgery room that occupied all of Kara's attention.

Lena's heart beat still in those glass walls.

Kara walked up to them and pressed a hand against the cool glass. Lena looked so pale. So fragile.

The tears returned. Her chest constricted with a Lena-shaped hole that ached with each beat of her heart.

She didn't move from that spot for the rest of the surgery. Kara held vigil in silence, unmoving. She'd given Lena revenge on those who tried to kill her, and now Kara waited.

Waited for hope to dawn once more.

/end part 2

[sallymew4]

EVERYONE STOP WHAT YOURE DOING RIGHT FUCKING NOW

EVERYBODY SHUT UP IMMEDIATELY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[nonbinary-vents]

Saw a post recently from @jewish-sideblog recently about how people view the scope of the shoah and it kind of solidified something that's been bothering me for a while now. I think one thing that goyim fundamentally don't understand about the shoah is that it had huge effects on Jewish communities in the whole world, not just Europe, and not just during the genocide itself. Like, two of my grandparents were born and grew up in the British mandate. Amin Al-Husseini, the grand mufti of Jerusalem at the time, literally met up with Hitler to discuss the implementation of the shoah and a possible final solution in the Arab world. He also barred Jews from escaping to the mandate. If the shoah had just gone on a little longer, that part of my family would probably have been murdered

The shoah had gigantic ripples in the Middle East. Without it, the Mirzachi expulsion wouldn’t have been able to happen. And the expulsion still affects Mizrachim today. Most of us have bad family stories, most of us can't even visit the places we spent the diaspora in. The highest number of Jews in Islamic MENA countries is 10,000 in Iran, the place my family is from, where there used to be 100,000. In the Arab states it is so much worse, with the highest being around 1,00, but most countries having less than 50

That’s just one example, but there’s many more. This stuff went so far as to affect Ethiopia, which expelled its ancient community of Jews (or, at the very least, banned them from practicing or teaching Hebrew). Even years after the shoah, it caused so much suffering for Jews everywhere, wether Nazi countries or not. Frankly, it’s kind of baffling to realise that most people think it was a self contained event, when it was literally the climax of thousands upon thousands of years of violent and vitriolic Jew hatred— of course it would ripple. The shoah was an earth shattering event that changed Jews forever, it is something that every Jew, even ones who thankfully had no ancestors murdered because of it, feels so horrible deeply. Everyone, everyone, not just the Nazis, not just the Axis, was a part of it

[ipleadbritney]

so high school + landoscar 2024

so high school (taylor swift), silverstone '23 shoey video, otterpiastri's twitter breakdown

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

i wanna know more about svsss menopause

They synced their periods together too well. Now they are synced through their perimenopause years.

[fallen6253]

About the soul-swap partners:

I love that neither of them decided to stick to their given roles.  In either universe, really.

You’ll get what I mean.

Cale, who was Kim Rok Soo, does not keep up the image of trash.  He calls himself trash, he is called trash.  He does not keep his reputation.  Not the alcoholism, and he doesn’t throw bottles at gangsters.  No, he takes care of the underworld and other nobles in his own way (ie, recruitment or utter destruction).  He does not have his old reputation in this world either.  He’s not known as this cold leader who doesn’t care when someone dies, he’s known as a brilliant young man who cares way too much.  He’s known as an idiot who would rather pass out from exhaustion a week later than leave things to fester for one minute.  

And then there’s Kim Rok Soo, who was Cale Henituse once upon an apocalypse.  (First the fuq of all, nobody knew jac squat about him in the first place, and being the son of his mother probably made him something of an automatic anomaly.  I assume just being a Thames makes you kinda weird.  But anyway!) He lived as trash, an alcoholic who threw too many bottles back and then at the wall.  Then he lived through 20 years of a losing war.  And he got tired.  Tired enough to listen to a voice in his head in his last moments, to switch worlds and bodies with some stranger.  And he chose the motto that reflects the sentiments of his soul swap partner to a T: let’s live peacefullly.

And he smiles now, as Kim Rok Soo.  He sits back in his office chair, with an easygoing attitude.  He’s not the trash that would only shout; he is sly, and he knows how to use his status to properly put punks in their place.  He’s the team leader who refuses to be mistreated by anyone.  He will not be used, he would rather do his work as he needs to.  He isn’t a lowlife with no responsibilities in the wake of a war he would be just about useless in; he has a niece he has to go home to.  He drinks casually, not too much.  And he smiles in a way that’s too bright for the cold Kim Rok Soo.  He’s too happy now to be called cold-blooded. It’s like there’s a fire in his eyes that had been lost ages ago. Something that was rekindled when he had someone to go home to.

Despite changing their own lives so much, they wound up being nearly the same as one another and that drives me a little insane.

And let's not forget the best part.  One famous line they have in common in every world:

“Should I flip everything over?”

Another thing: I think Cale's gonna start resembling Kim Rok Soo. As in, he'll start relaxing a bit as the work goes on, he'll learn to rest as he goes (as in actually rest) and delegate work properly. He won't brush past comments like he used to, he will look a person in the eye and go 'I can just leave this world and leave you to your fate' which I would love to see, honestly. I feel like their individual capacity to be petty increases with age, and that's probably one of my favorite things about these characters. So them finding new ways to piss off people who don't like them could just be made into its own series and I would sell my soul for it.

[medicalunprofessional]

play dentist

[link7057]

Stupid little Moral Orel comic with Orel and Reverend Putty to express something

[lunarharp]

shirahama-sensei reminded me she has a thing for the teacher from pokemon s/v so i randomly went off on an au where qifrey is the professor. etc