things that i feel like not enough people picked up on or latched onto in secret life that i think could feed a criminal empire for years if everyone noticed it:
in episode three, sure its cool when the portal opening sound happens right as grians saying that mumbo can't reroll his task, but as mumbos failing scar says "i had, like, a little weird vision of his eyes turning red for a second? it was scary." which. every fic I've read of someone seeing a flash of someone in a past life with red eyes?? much food there.
bdubs and mumbo in general this season? there's a lot of little stuff like bdubs giving mumbo his heart to have it not reciprocated and "bdoubleo wanted to check out my backside and i never put my clothes back on" and just the fact that mumbo uses the full "bdoubleo" and bdubs is willing to do anything mumbo says (globe) and mumbos willing to piggyback on all of bdubs's ideas (sideways house), the whole little thing of mumbo accidentally being too tunneled in on say his task about scar to notice bdubs (i think of c!mumbo as sorta aro/ace but still, making a point.) and then bdubs dealing with the rejection (keep in mind this is all just from episode 3) the mutual complimenting of bdubs's building of the globe and mumbo' being the muse for it. something about sitting up there in the middle of the night and just talking is a little bit romantic
episode 5 when jimmy's just gone red and is absolutely ballistic and hunting pretty much everyone in the heart foundation. he says that he was never planning on getting tango, he had it out for skizz, but was pleasantly surprised when he managed to get tango. except their dynamic was sorta funny, very vicious and like. homoerotic fight scenes be like? its the old lovers(soulmates) to enemies sorta vibe and how jimmy kept demanding how many hearts he'd taken off tango and tango teasing him without saying the real answer. it was how tango whacked him (whoopsie) and then jimmy told him he had to stand and take the damage from the TNT and he did for some reason? he kind of didn't have to (i know moral code and life series is self moderating and tango was green and shouldn't have hit jimmy blah blah blah but) all that spicy stuff and then tango being away and being rengo for the next episode and real tango never getting to speak to jimmy again before he died? that all seems a bit too good to pass up
for real 'don't mourn the dead but rather rejoice' is just about the most universal piece of wisdom you'll get from any religion anywhere so dunno what else people expected the head of a semi-religious order to tell anakin.
if you come to a spiritual person for advice (which anakin did, of his own volition) you get a spiritual answer idek
HELLO WORLD IM BACKKKKKKKKK sorry for not writing for a while............. i've been going thru some whack shit lately but i graduated a couple weeks ago so that's pretty awesome!! hopefully i'll actually be able to get back into the flow of writing cuz i have 60 somethin' asks that i've been neglecting since scott pilgrim takes off came out??
also please expect more ghost content because i saw rite here rite now last night (REALLY FUCKING GOOD BTW I CRODE) and i am very much back to my natural state of fixating on the ghouls
lost in the dark (he's got a heavy heart) | Chapter 2
Summary:
He wakes.
It's a slow drift into consciousness– his awareness flickers and fluctuates at indeterminable points, registering the mumble of voices and soft warmth before fading back out again. A hand brushing against the backs of his fingers. Cool air ruffling past his ear. Whispers too low to catch more than the faint rise and fall of tone.
But eventually, he begins to surface. The first thing he truly registers is temperature; the void between worlds is a nothing-place, where code is boiled down to its barest components. There is no concept of hot or cold– there simply is, and is not, in between the smatterings of what could be stars but are actually player servers. Grian can't remember when the last time he'd felt temperature was, but he's feeling it now– the warm caress of sunshine, bleeding over the paltry heat his own body tries to supply. There's a weight over him, too, a soft but steady pressure: blankets. Grian shifts, restless; he's lying on his side, wings trapped beneath the covers, and the ambient warmth is beginning to stifle him.
His limbs feel like they're made of lead, but he rolls his shoulders anyway, dislodging some of the blankets to let cool air slip between his feathers. Grian sighs at the sensation, and some of the tension stringing throughout his body eases. He's not sure where he is, but for the first time in months, in almost a year, he's– comfortable.
He's comfortable.
Grian's not sure what that means.
hello everyone hunger au chapter 2 is finally here :] Local Bird Awake And He Is Not Happy About It. Hope you guys enjoy!!!