#the them that didn’t hurt to be around

[squid-ink-on-toast]

I used to be friends with someone

And of course I went to their house a lot

Then I had to stop being friends for personal reasons. Being around them was hurting me.

Yet… it’s their house’s layout and their room and their kitchen. It’s what I imagine when I think about houses when I read stories or make characters.

And yet I’ll never be welcomed in it again. Ever.

And I long to be there again. A lot.

I long to watch YouTube videos and drink chocolate milk and eat snacks in their home office where we would slouch the straps of our jumpers off of our shoulders. I miss when I would jump on their trampoline and the berries from the tree behind it would stain my feet and how we would scoop them off the trampoline before jumping. I miss when we would hide in their closet and wait for our other friends to come. I miss when we baked together. I miss making chocolate milk in that kitchen and bringing it to you and how your house always had nesquick. I miss when we would ramble about shows and music together. I miss when you would listen to my inane theories for how shows would go. I miss when I would vent to you. I miss when you weren’t the thing I was venting about.

I miss you. I’m sorry if I wasn’t good enough to love. I’m sorry if the love I tried to give wasn’t enough. I’m sorry I was, and still am, a fucking brat.

But that doesn’t mean your guilt free either. You’re action and inaction hurt me. What your parents did, hurt me. The way you interrogated me, hurt me. The 3 years with no apology or talking hurt me.

I miss the you you were every day.

But I don’t think I could ever be truly welcome in that house again.

are u ever sick w longing. and i don't just mean romantic longing. i mean longing for a place you barely get to see, longing for friends you no longer have, longing for feelings you might have left behind in your childhood, longing for creativity, longing for a rich and more expansive life, longing for less inhibition. longing for more passion. longing for ur life to be so incandescent w something it thaws all the frost in ur bones. are u ever so consumed w it it rends ur heart in two. do u understand me

[batbabydamian]

Batman and Robin (2023) #10

DAMIAN’S BIG BABY AND BESTIE 😭

[0vergrowngraveyard]

the end nine’s story really was an “alls well that ends well!” moment

[aceattorneyrambles]

One of my favorite character moments (and the thing that immediately made me love him) for Apollo that I think is so intensely important to understanding him goes way back to Case 2 of Ace Attorney: Apollo Justice.

In that case, Trucy stages a “kidnapping” by using Mr. Hat to distract the court, and when Apollo rushes out into the lobby and sees her safe and sound…

He cries.

He’s so overcome with worry and relief that he cries for a girl he barely knows. A girl who, for all intents and purposes, almost cost him the badge he worked so hard to gain. A girl who focused most of the time they did know each other teasing him and not taking him seriously.

And yet, he cries for her anyway. He sobs, even.

It’s a throwaway moment, likely done for comedic effect, but it really hit me, and Trucy’s immediate earnest response telling Apollo not to cry and then him doubling down with protective rage on her behalf hit it home harder, y’know?

Apollo Justice, at his core, cares. Despite his surly attitude a lot of the time, this is nonetheless a defining trait of his. He cares, so much, and so easily, and we see it firsthand right there as he cries for a near stranger.

(And I also think it’s worth noting that the first time we really, truly see Trucy lower her performance mask and cry herself…it’s to Apollo.)

[quietwingsinthesky]

i really do think the desire to paint ten as unambiguously The Worst™️ when it comes to his relationship with martha is out of this desire to uncomplicate their relationship. to decouple them as friends and people who profoundly impacted each other’s lives. it’s just an easier narrative to swallow: that ten was Awful to her and then martha kicked him to the curb when she realized she was too good for him. easier, maybe, then dealing with the troubles of unrequited affection don’t have to be anyone’s fault, or that ten shut martha out in a lot of ways but let her in in others that he wouldn’t let any other companion near, or that they were still friends, they still wanted to see each other and be around each other, even though it was messy and sometimes hurt. you know?

[cream-and-tea]

oh pallas and agnes power dynamic you really are SO unbelievably fucked,,,,,

[buriedinmyownfeelings]

One week later and I’m still going absolutely feral over the fact that Joke has a jack of hearts tattoo right above his heart

How am I supposed to be normal about this?! He literally has his love for Jack tattooed on his body

[angelnumber27]

It’s so embarrassing and heartbreaking being in so much pain over losing someone while knowing they don’t give a fuck if you live or die. Your favorite person becoming a stranger is a special kind of hell.

[kacievvbbbb]

Truly from the depths of my struggling heart. Viva La Vida by Coldplay belongs to one Toshinori Yagi aka the one and only All Might.

Coldplay should just sign over the rights of the song at this point promptly too.

[deliciousdietdrpepper]

Something painful I’ve realized about POTs is that it’s alienating. Specifically, when everyone else has a head full of thoughts, when in a episode, it’s as if when I talk to them I’m not there. Mental connections are few and far between, and when in an episode, I might say things and voice insecurities that I otherwise wouldn’t. So when I’m in that position, I just don’t talk to people anymore. In a group, everyone will continue talking, but because it takes so long to piece what I’m truly thinking together, and so much effort to say it, I won’t bring up my thoughts or opinions—and that’s Bad! For relationships! I’ve realized that I have an unhealthy well of jealousy for people who are able to connect to each other—the able-bodied and able-minded. It’s not kind, and it’s not sustainable. Yet, I have to continue living with this condition. No option there. No cure, just a million little micro-adjustments in the hope that they bring me closer to myself and others. A gallon of water, testosterone, adhd medication, blood pressure medication—none of it separates me completely from the struggle to think and speak and move. I’m divorced from my own intelligence and intuition.

At the end of the day, I’m responsible for the insecurities I bring to the table, and those are formed within a situation outside of my control, and so unique that it doesn’t relate with the majority of people. Built in neurosis. Maybe this is why disabled voices are so important. I don’t know anyone in my own life who struggles to participate the same way I do, or if they do, their struggle is as invisible to me as mine is to them.

[romanceyourdemons]

i swear if i have one more shen jiu thought today i’m walking over to the granite countertop and biting until something breaks

[euphorial-docx]

it continues to shock me when people don’t believe everyone should look out for the children around them, whether you know the child or not. i think children are everyone’s responsibility.

[dykeseinfeld]

can’t believe to this day that people walk out of brokeback mountain somehow thinking the point is that ennis is a villain

[nympippi]

Headcanon: Griffen steals the other boys’ clothes. They thought he looked cute in them, so they bought him some in his own size. He was thrilled and wears them as often as possible

Griffin stealing clothes is so cute, because he’s the youngest and thinks just about everyone in his friend group is so cool. And looking like them makes him feel cool is so cute oml

Tried to keep it simple, but he’s wearing Bruce’s big sweatshirt, one of Robins bandannas, and he found a jacket similar to Vance’s old one <3<3

[exuberantoctopus]

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[cream-and-tea]

the nature of thinking about the later ghost story books is that i inevitably get plagued by fiverthoughts it’s happening right now i can feel it happening right now and i can’t even be mad that it’s distracting me from the current plot bc like. oh my god. ohhhh my god. the thing about fiver is that he is simultaneously very false and deeply, achingly, sincere in basically everything he does. like every third word out of that man’s mouth is just a plain bald-faced lie that he tells with total confidence while fully aware that he’s lying and what impact it will have, but at the same time he’s only motivated by his emotions, and he feels everything to an extreme degree. he’s interesting to write bc he really truly does NOT have any ulterior motives or greater plan he’s working towards despite keeping so many plot-relevant secrets and being so cagey about his past. in reality his primary motivation is just how much he wants absolutely NOTHING to do with any of the larger plot. he sees an event that feels like it will have consequences for the world at large and starts sprinting in the opposite direction he is! not! looking! he does! not! fucking! see! it!!!! after [REDACTED] happened and he started getting visions he did everything in his power to avoid anything that might feature in them and steer others away from those outcomes. he believes he can build a place that the world won’t be able to touch where him and the people he loves will be safe and he will draw any blind bolt any door ignore any sign twist any truth to make it happen!!!! that’s the only reason he does it. that’s literally all he wants. and idk i know i’m the one writing him but i can’t decide whether that makes the whole situation better or so much worse.