#wow im alive hi

[akasika]

[babygirlificationn]

The Edgeworths :)

[lemorgo]

rereading pandora hearts music inspo [ID: Vincent gently hugs Gilbert, one hand on his back and the other on Gil's head. Gil is embarrassed and a bit sad, Vincent has a warm smile. Everything is in warm yellow and dark blue tones, there are few warm yellow stars. End ID]

[koifsssh]

[everymeloneveryday]

chapter 163 page 1

[softness-and-shattering]

So I put on this netflix show, in their tradition of being extremely obvious with names its called Mech Cadets, and its an alien-mecha human-pilot fight-the-giant-bug-aliens story. My first complaint is that the alien mechas are called Robo's. Wow exciting /sarcasm. Anyway thats totally forgiven because 1 the story actually makes choices and puts the characters through consequences instead of like hinting at oh it something bad gonna happen psych we dont have the guts for that. Its a kid/teen show so its not super dark but it follows through and goes the places it needs to.

2, and maybe most importantly, I gotta talk about the disability rep. There's four teens chosen by the alien mechs to be their drift-compatible pilots (I think im using that correctly? Im not super informed on the genre but I know some), and we see straight away that one of the guys has a prosthetic leg from the thigh down, and uses it as an example to tell the main protagonist, hey none of us are perfect we dont have to be perfect we just need to be human. The next episode the mechas are given human-designed weapons to fight with, and the disabled kid gets these flippy sticks I cant quite work out. One of them gets a staff, the other gets this glove for punching, story moves on. Then a bug-alien-antagonist gets into the teens dorm and while fighting it, the alien dismembers the guys prosthetic. He immediately grabs his crutches and goes to town on it with his crutches, and balancing on them to kick with his one good foot*. Then they disconnect the rest of the prosthetic and use its sharp edge to kill the alien. And then he just moves around on his crutches with no comment and Ill cut myself off there so I dont spoil the whole thing.

Except, a couple episodes later, Im watching him in the mech fighting and moving around, and I realise that his giant fuck-off monster attacking weapons ARE A PAIR OF CRUTCHES. Theyre his fucking WEAPONS. Thats cool as fuck!

[daily-kagami]

Day #73: Grown Up

[offorestsongs]

stolen affections

oc x canon (Rook Hunt x Lysander)

a lil ficlet of some pre-relationship lilyarrow feelings. literally just ~600 words of pining and yearning and longing. also Lysander is so stupid bless his heart <3

Lysander never thought himself to be the type to reach for more than he was given. Gratefulness was molded into him ever since he was a small kid, happy for a little bit of free time or for some extra money to their name. Even now, living in an old, run down house, he was just glad to have a roof over his head. 

All until now. He cherished every person he could call his friend and every gesture of friendship that came with it. 

Except for him. Because it suddenly turned out that simple friendship wasn't enough. It hurt, even, to be reminded of it, to think that it was all the two of them were.

For the first time in his life, Lysander wanted more than life had given him. No time spent together, no sign of affection or warm word was enough for him. He wanted to reach and reach, see just how much he was allowed to take for himself. 

He never expected love to be greedy.

In Lysander’s defence, it really wasn't his fault Rook was. Well. Like that.

Sweet. Attentive. Keeping close to Lysander like a shadow. Bestowing compliments on Lysander like roses. Waltzing all up into Lysander's personal space and letting Lysander do the same. It made one's mind run with ideas.

Sometimes Lysander felt almost guilty for taking every opportunity so readily. Rook was being a dear friend to him, yet Lysander kept twisting their moments spent together into a dream of romance, just so he could quieten the longing in his awful, awful heart.

He used the easy camaraderie between them to lay his head on Rook's shoulder or lap when they studied or read together. Sometimes he leaned over to fix Rook’s hair, allowing himself to linger with his touch. In turn, he let Rook braid his hair — Rook was surprisingly good at it, gently parting Lysander’s locks, filling the time with his easy words.

Lysander saw Rook whittling, once, delicate figurines of hares and deer running through grass. He asked Rook to teach him, smiled at the way his eyes lit up with excitement. Lysander was no stranger to welding a knife, yet he gave Rook a helpless look, letting him guide his hands. Rook’s hands were bigger than his, more rough too, making Lysander flush. Rook noticed, because of course he did, and immediately went on, comparing Lysander’s cheeks to sweet flowers. Lysander basked in his words like they were sunlight.

He’d left his cardigan in one of the classrooms — not on purpose, he swore! But Rook had noticed him shivering from the cold and in a blink of a second wrapped his jacket around Lysander’s shoulders, ever the gentleman. He wrapped his arm around Lysander's shoulder too, pulling him close to his chest, until Lysander’s whole body seemed to be aflame.

He'd forgotten to give the jacket back, took it all the way to Ramshackle. It wasn't on purpose either, at least he liked to think it wasn't, but he wasn't going to complain.

He pulls the jacket closer around himself, buries his nose in the collar.

What a bad friend he is, he thinks as he fills his lungs with Rook's familiar scent. The forest and warm earth and sweat. Lysander could as well drown in it, would be happy to do so.

He's not sure how to be a good friend again but maybe he'll start tomorrow morning by giving Rook his jacket back. 

[carcarrot]

OLD MEN WERE TEMPTING ME...........

[novadorks]

finally finished orv after two years . . . what do i do with my life now

[daisybell-on-a-carousel]

Talia saying Jason with 24 hours and a survival kit, fresh from the pit, couldn't be tracked by Ra's is interesting

And oopsies I liveblogged all of lost days in the tags of this post

[scalproie]

my extremely corny and indulgent but satisfying and symbolic ideal scenario for Kazuya and Jin to fully Break The Cycle™️ would be for one of them to grab and save the other from falling off a great height. perhaps even a cliff.

[moon--kiss]

throwing away stuff from a past life is so weird

[widevibratobitch]

i hate them with a passion

[gaysamurai]

death note would be so much improved if the writer were interested in how misa's experience of seeing her parents murdered in front of her as a child traumatized her and gave her a warped sense of good and evil and made her feel detached from her own life but instead they just used it as an excuse to make her obsessed with light

[brain-bumbler]

Thoughts on Bob mentoring Dion?

I really love Dion rofl

I love him too, he's a great character!

At first it sounds like a bit of trouble, Dion is grumpy, I don't think bob would handle a teenager well, but looking deeper I see a lot of potential!

Bob is also grumpy after all, and I think that whole "cocoon of anger to keep people from hurting me" thing is SUPER relatable to Dion

I think Bob and him would at first be awkward but as long as they fall into a rhythm of "tending garden without saying a word" Dion could get used to this kind of therapy.

No one here is pushing him to talk about his feelings, god forbid. He just digs in the dirt and rips up weeds and that's as close to punching something as he's allowed to get.

"Uh, Bob, don't you think mentoring should include more... mentoring?"

Bob smiles. "Give it time. Give him time."

And slowly, without encroaching on Bob's space, Dion's little corner of the garden takes on such an efficient organizational method that Bob adopts some of it for his own garden.

I'm thinking of Dion and Bob working on opposite sides of the greenhouse, and with nothing to focus on by the ground and plants and his own thoughts, Dion just- starts to cry. It comes out of nowhere and he's horrified, embarrassed- but it also feels like such a relief. He looks around to make sure Bob didn't see (Bob is psychic, he knows, but also knows the boy doesn't want attention right now) and finishes his work and hurries off. Processing trauma is like that sometimes.

He's not good with words. But he insists on trying to grow raspberries no matter how many times he fails, and he learns to handle things more gently. He gives his mom fresh veggies to cook with, and he asks Raz to bring him books on some type of psychic plant, and a fresh potted daisy shows up in Frazie's room.

Once the little plant has been given something stable to hold on to, it grows up straight and tall and starts to blossom.

When Bob is sick, one week- alcoholism is a bitch to kick- he comes back and his garden has been carefully tended. The plants tell him they were well cared for, his vines curly happily to see him.

Dion pretends he doesn't know what Bob is talking about. Bob gives him nice terra cotta pots for his new flowering succulents. Dion paints all eight with white and blue stripes and insists they all be kept together in a group, especially the smallest one in the middle.

anyway I like it! : D Bob is a good guy I think they could make it work! If Dion got herbaphony, he'd be bringing Gisu potted flowers because he's like "I can hear them and they didn't want me to rip them up i hope this is okay", and she thinks he's so cute it's worth lugging around a big pot all day.