#mj.thoughts

[ultfashionista]

hunter becoming a palisman carver is just. christ, i can’t even fully describe it because i’m still actively sobbing but. is that not the embodiment of love? of healing? that he had that, he had a palisman, he had a friend, his first real friend. someone who would never hurt him, like he’s always been so used to. someone who was patient with him, loved him. and it got taken away, it got destroyed, and it hurt, it hurt, but he came back. flapjack is a part of him, tattooed on his skin and etched in stone forever, that love is everlasting. and now hunter shares it, and with every palisman he carves and every life he brings into this world flapjack returns a little more. how many flapjacks are there in the boiling isles, now? how many palismen, being there for kids when they have nothing else? helping them heal from their traumas? keeping them safe? loving them? flapjack isn’t gone, really. flapjack is in hunter’s eyes and scars and hands and in every single thing he makes. flapjack lives on.

[ultfashionista]

it’s so fucked up how luz thinks she messed up the demon realm so much when she literally bettered the lives of everyone she came in contact with… since luz’s arrival, eda came to terms with her curse and rekindled her relationships with her mother and sister. lilith left the emperor’s coven and found a job she was truly passionate about. king discovered his origins and became closer with his adoptive mother. gwendolyn stopped pursuing unhealthy ways to “fix” eda and bettered her relationship with both her daughters. amity rebelled against her parents and fought for herself to be heard. willow gained confidence in herself and her magic. gus began to trust himself and his abilities. hunter was brought out of an incredibly abusive situation and gained a real family who care about him. vee found a real home for herself where she doesn’t have to hide or run. LIKE?? CHRIST. luz is such an incredible presence in everybody’s lives and has done so much good for the world she stumbled across and she doesn’t even realise it :(

[ultfashionista]

i hope toh s3 goes INSANE w the horror i hope they just show the most fucked up insane shit. i hope horrific things have happened to the boiling isles in the kid’s absence i hope we have multiple creepy unnerving graveyard scenes i hope whatever belos comes back as is terrifying and awful to look at i hope disney lets them go fucking crazy w it even though i KNOW they won’t… the horror aspect of toh is my favourite thing and i wish dana had been allowed to go even further with it

[ultfashionista]

ace attorney is good bc phoenix is genuinely the funniest fucking protagonist ever. like all the other characters are wonderful and complex but it truly wouldn’t be ace attorney without phoenix. hes an infamous law genius while also being just some fucking guy. hes friends w spirit mediums. hes a bitch to everyone while also being the most loving person you’ll ever meet. he ran across a burning bridge for his little sister and got himself sent to the hospital due to it. he wore a pink sweater with a giant p on it for an entire portion of his life. he ate glass. hes literally the protagonist of all time i love phoenix wright so much

[ultfashionista]

ohh i am connecting the fucking dots. wonka almost drowns in chocolate, and so does augustus. he’s pushed down a laundry chute, veruca falls down a trash cute. his chocolates are poisoned, violet eats a defective piece of his candy. he’s almost blown into a thousand pieces while travelling, and mike is scattered and reassembled while travelling. did he fucking take inspiration from his own tragedies and near death experiences to psychologically torture the kids. what the hell

[ultfashionista]

hello fellow mouthwashers

[ultfashionista]

cant stop thinking abt how all the grimwalkers look and sound the exact same. like we KNEW that but. if hunter had walked down that corridor, what deaths would he have seen? himself, over and over, petrified and suffocated and stabbed and electrocuted, screaming in pain, shaking, desperately reaching out for belos to stop. the man he’s dedicated himself to for his entire life, killing him countless times without a second thought, with no love or emotion in his eyes. his family, his soul, being brutally murdered for the simple act of daring to think for themselves.

[ultfashionista]

i’m actually like. fucking shaking and sobbing over danganronpa right now. i love this series so much i don’t know if i’ll ever fully be able to describe it. the premise, the setting, the art, the characters. the way each death is instilled with its own blend of tragedy. the way each life is shown to be so important and so loved. i cannot ever truly express how much i love the way that danganronpa is a love letter to the belief that no matter how bad things get, how broken the world gets, as long as there are people who want to fix it - people who believe it can get better - there is always a chance for it to do so. it is not until you yourself abandon hope that it is truly lost. if you want things to get better, if you believe that they can, then someday they will. what you’ve been through does not define you - you are more, and you can become more. there is always a future if you choose to build it, even if all you have to build with is rubble and shaking hands. you have got to want better. you have got to believe there is better. you have got to know that you deserve better. you have got to make it better.

[ultfashionista]

es is literally such an insane concept for a character btw like... what do you do when you’re not yourself? when you’ve never been yourself? you wake up in this place, this twisted labyrinth full of music and murderers, and you’re told you’re there to judge. you, 15 years old, scared and alone and confused, are there to decide the fates of people you’ve never even met. but what can you do? you can’t run. you can’t leave. so you play along, you meet the prisoners, you talk to them. it’s difficult - some barely talk to you, others try their hardest to make you bleed. you listen to them sing about the tragedies that have befallen them, you watch them relive the lowest points of their lives and smile at you with bared fangs, and you tell them whether they deserve to live or die. and it all feels far away. why does it feel far away? these people are hurting, they’re risking death at your hands, and you can barely bring yourself to feel. your head feels full of static. full of noise. full of voices. you make the decision, and your hands don’t feel your own. the words of one of the prisoners has stuck with you all this time, even as you’ve watched her descend into a strange, cruel righteousness. they’re your own thoughts, you know. your hands shake with it. why are you treating them like they’re somebody else’s? your head spins, twisting and turning. hey, prison guard, when you say “i…” who are you talking about?” …god, you don’t know. everything you’ve done, everything you’ve said, every judgement you’ve passed with a barely shaking voice, have they ever even been your own? have you ever been your own? what about you is real, and what’s just a defence mechanism crafted to keep you safe? can you feel the threads around your wrists, pulling you along? when you take a step, is it by your own free will? innocent, guilty, forgiven, unforgiven, life, death. did you ever make these choices? have your hands killed just as much as theirs? does it even matter? it’s time for another song.

[ultfashionista]

oh my god the calamity trio affected amphibia so much. oh my goddd they were just teenagers they were just flawed teenagers viewed as monsters and freaks by the world they were dropped into but they grew and blossomed and changed the world and they’ll forever be remembered for it. they bettered the lives of everyone they came in contact with and their impact is everlasting because their impact was their love oh my GODDDD

[ultfashionista]

thinking abt how much i fucking hate fubuki’s parents. we never see them in the game or even learn that much about them, but i literally despise them just from the limited info we got from fubuki. they had her, their own kid, and then just…kept her a kid forever. she wasn’t allowed to leave the house. she was never taught anything about how the world works, how people work, how relationships work. she wasn’t given the resources to teach herself. and then when she became an adult who, surprise surprise, didn’t know anything, they kicked her out. it’d be one thing if they just encouraged her to join the WDO - “hey, here’s my kid who i never bothered to parent, you take care of her now” is still awful. but she outright says they kicked her out. they never gave her any information about the world as a child, decided she was stupid as an adult, and forced her to make her own way in the world or die on the street. and i really don’t think her lack of knowledge is in any part fubuki’s fault either - we see that she loves learning. it’s in the way she talks about being a detective, about how she wants to be an explorer - about how she considers her first trip to a supermarket to be an adventure purely because she got to learn about food and money. fubuki adores learning, it’s just that nobody ever bothered to teach her. and this feeds in to why she loves the NDA so much - they teach her. small things, like desuhiko and halara helping her count, and explaining their gambling to her. yuma explaining how technology and bombs work. they’re the first people she’s ever had that didn’t just automatically consider her stupid - a little ditzy, sure, but they help her. they’re patient with her. she doesn’t even really realise her biological family were neglectful to her, because she was never fucking taught about neglect, but she know that the NDA is different - they’re the family she never got to have.

[ultfashionista]

no bc this scene has such an entirely new meaning now. sasha was never shocked, not really. disgusted, annoyed, slightly hurt, but never shocked - because to him, it never really was a betrayal, was it? to anne, it was inconceivable that this was ever even a possibility. marcy is good, and kind, and marcy is her friend. marcy wouldn’t lie. to anne, this is betrayal. but to sasha? marcy has always been like this. sasha has always seen them like this. not good or bad, but exactly the same as him, always with an ambition and a plan. his voice isn’t surprised on the words “you’ve got to be kidding me”, there’s no disbelief or heartbreak there - he always knew marcy was capable of this. all andrias has done is say it out loud, been straight forward in the way marcy is so permanently terrified of. to sasha, all this is is another step in the dance the two of them know by heart, another manipulation the two of them are able to tell so well. but this time, this step, is too far. this time it has an impact. this time anne breaks. and sasha will not stand for that. manipulation is fine, tearing him away from the pedestal of his popularity and the anger of his home is fine, but letting anne catch on to all of this? letting anne see them, their friend group, the two people she loves more than anything else in the world for who they truly are? that’s too far. sasha always knew, always considered, that maybe marcy knew more about this. it was always a possibility that this tragedy that had befallen them was something more than an accident. it was always a possibility marcy was what had broken them. but god, why did anne have to find out about it?

[ultfashionista]

the aesthetic differences in chainshipping are so funny. you have this doctor in expensive dressy clothes and shoes that cost like god knows how many months worth of rent with perfectly swoopy hair and a lanyard around his neck designating him as An Important Person and you think whoa this guy has his life together clearly he’s elite. and then holding his hand is this scruffy little guy in ripped jeans and shoes with holes in them and a jacket he stole from walmart and a scuffed lighter he keeps dropping on the floor. and then they kiss

[ultfashionista]

in case anyone was wondering i am extremely normal about the fact that the first time halara held yuma’s hand they were actively and openly very unsure about it due to their issues with trusting people - but in the mystery labyrinth, every time the two of them touch, it’s halara that initiates it. they didn’t need to offer their hand to help him up. they didn’t need to touch his shoulder to encourage him. they didn’t need to hold his hand at the end of it all but they did, because even without their memories of the case something in them trusts yuma. something in them wants to help him, care for him, comfort him. something in them already loves him.

[ultfashionista]

im cryin g so hard over sashannarcy right now. they all just love each other so much they’re so important to each other it’s about the clasped hands and the tired eyes and the tracing gentle hands over scars and and the whispered promises at night and their legs all tangled as they lay together in bed and above all else it’s about the staying. it’s about i love you and i forgive you and i want to be my best self for you and i want to see you happy and i want to stay with you and i love you. WEEPS AND WAILS

[ultfashionista]

HUNTER’S SURROUNDED BY PEOPLE WHO LOVE AND CARE ABOUT HIM AND ARE GOING TO GIVE HIM FOOD AND CLEAN CLOTHES AND TIME TO PROCESS AND PHYSICAL AFFECTION AND ARE OPEN ABOUT THE FACT THAT THEY LOVE HIM AND DON’T WANT TO HURT HIM AND HE’S SAFE AND FINDING A NEW HOME AND HE’S GOING TO BE HAPPY. HES HEALING. HES BECOMING BETTER HES BEING GIVEN THE TIME AND SPACE AND LOVE TO HEAL. HES LOVED. HES LOVED IM LITERALLY RABID. IM ON THE FLOOR KICKING THINKING ABT THIS MAKES ME WANT TO TEAR MYSELF LIMB FROM LIMB (AFFECTIONATE)