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[fangyymusic]

gives u a banan

[patrothestupid]

*The secret rock that'll heal your snout*

[pup-pee]

sending kart beam straight at you (feel better!)

ty <4

[ghost-run-free]

I saw you were looking for this interview (x).com/filmupdates/status/1862650267025498363?s=12&t=RM0OzroT_t07ZbRSFuYslA (x).com/filmupdates/status/1862652256274837588?s=12&t=RM0OzroT_t07ZbRSFuYslA

i was looking to hell and back for it oh my god thank you SO much. hope you’re having the bestest day seriously🫶

[good-beanswrites]

hii hiii is it alright if I request something with kotoko and haruka?(platonic ofc) their character foils drive me insane with all the weak stuff authngghn icant be normal about them

Oooh thank you so much for the request! I realized that these two actually have one of the smallest windows to talk easily, given Haruka's nervousness and Kotoko's T2 changes. They have such interesting approaches to strength/weakness, and I hope I could capture it a bit here! This takes place immediately following Kotoko's bday timeline after Harrow's release:

“I’ll accept those birthday wishes…” Kotoko gave him a wave over her shoulder as she returned to making her bed.  

She shook her head in awe. It was rather impressive how quickly the boy had changed after his verdict. The others had more subtle differences, but he was someone entirely new. She could rest easy, at least, knowing that her verdict wouldn’t change her much. For as long as she could remember, she’d been like this. She knew where she stood, and neither guilty nor innocent verdict would affect that. This verdict was really only an indicator on whether the warden could be trusted or not. 

Her body tensed up when she turned back around, startled by Haruka lingering silently in the doorway. She decided against chastising him for scaring her half to death. Still, she couldn’t keep the bite from her voice as she asked, “did you need something else?”

“Ah… I just…” He twisted his hands together. “I had a question.” 

He fell silent, but Kotoko could tell he was chewing on his next words. She waited.

“H-how do you do it? All the time? You’re older and stronger and braver and I-I just don’t know how.”

“Give yourself some credit. I’m not that much older, or stronger. I only have, what -- two, three years on you? And you did very well in the arm wrestling tournament the other day.” 

She wasn’t being patronizing. For someone so sheltered, Haruka could do some damage. He stood a few inches taller than her. The others had taken the arm wrestling as a little game, but Kotoko had used the event to measure up her fellow prisoners. After his close match with Mikoto, she had made a mental note to take him seriously. 

“No…” his expression twitched, getting frustrated with the misunderstanding. “Not muscles. I mean… you don’t have someone like Muu. You don’t need someone next to you all the time. But you still talk with everyone… and it looks easy. All the time. You always know what to say, and what to do. You never look scared. You never cry.”

Kotoko’s smile softened. She wasn’t the prideful type, but his words gave her a wave of accomplishment. She certainly was scared. She did cry. But she wasn’t about to show a single crack in her resolve in front of anyone here. Haruka had given her the greatest of compliments by confirming her success.

“Ah, you mean strength of spirit. Well, that doesn’t just appear out of nowhere. It comes with my purpose, with my virtues.”

“Virtues…?”

“I see the injustice around me, and want to protect the innocent. When I see how awful the world can be, when I see the monsters that are hurting those who are weak, I can’t help myself.” She clenched her fist. “The power to do so just comes to me.” 

“Oh…” Haruka looked down at his palms. 

Her heart sank, realizing he didn’t quite understand. It was a shame that not all of humanity could be as righteous as her. That heroic drive had always come so naturally to her; she wasn’t sure she could put it into words to explain to others.

Haruka’s open hands were trembling. “Um. Is there any other way?”

“Hm?”

“All my life… I only cause pain to everyone.” His worry gradually turned to desperation.” I hurt everyone who gets close to me. Especially things that are small and weak. My whole life, I’ve been nothing but a… a curse. So… is there another way? Please. I want to be better. I want to be strong! I want to be like you! Tell me!”

He stepped forward, pleading. Kotoko stepped back. 

His blue eyes widened at her sudden shift into defense. “Ah! I. I’m sorry. I’m-I’m sorry. It’s your birthday. You should be… Have a g-good day.”

“Wait.” Kotoko stopped him before he could flee. She was aware of the massive gap between them, the vastly different backgrounds they came from. Still, she offered the same advice that had helped her in her toughest of days. 

“Don’t worry so much about others’ strength. The quickest way to burn yourself out is getting overwhelmed with the power that’s all around you. Once you start putting all your focus toward honing your own skills and strengths, you’ll realize how much you’re truly capable of. You don’t need anyone else. You’ll realize that you are enough.”

“I… am enough…?”

She placed a hand firmly on his shoulder. 

“So, no need to get all worked up now, okay?” 

“O-okay. I’ll do my best.” He stiffened, trying to appear worthy of her words.

She let out a bitter laugh. “I told the others not to do anything for my birthday, but I don’t think they paid me any mind.” Kotoko still couldn’t fathom how they were so friendly with each other given the situation. “Let’s go see if there’s some cake or something.”

[balthastarr]

@thethndr. "Tell me you're lying."

COMMANDS & DEMANDS : ACCEPTING.

" okay, 'i'm lying.' "

there's a smirk behind his mustache as he repeats it back verbatim, voice dripping with sarcasm. after all, chick didn't ask him to tell the truth !

" play stupid games, win stupid prizes, dip-hicks. "

he props his legs up defiantly with a laugh, leaning back in his seat. tongue finds the piece of gum tucked in the corner of his mouth to blow a bubble, smug all the while. half lidded eyes stay on the ceiling as he pops his gum, before bratt turns to look at him.

" oh, and by the way ? it makes an excellent footstool. really supports my quads. "

[mythaldwir]

» 𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐅𝐘 𝐖𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐃 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄 // accepting!! @vorashivanabelas asked: "47 based on this post"

So Long, London - Taylor Swift

"I saw in my mind fairy lights through the mist, I kept calm and carried the weight of the rift — pulled him in tighter each time he was drifting away."

[blcssom]

it's been.... easier with her unconscious, to be fair. no screaming, no threats, no crashing waves. but luca had known then that it was just a matter of time before she roused from her sleep, and he turns at the sound of gentle stirring. "oh, good: i was starting to think maybe you'd given out on me and you're no good to me dead."

@pearldivrs

[heartsdefine]

↪ memes — accepting!

@isbrilliant said: ❝ this is not good, if i may state the obvious. ❞ / lin

        “This is...extremely not good, I'd say.” Lin's usual cheerful spin seems to have faded, her voice quaking slightly on the final word. Her hands hover above the ship's controls, frozen, dark eyes wide and staring at the many red alerts flashing on the screen. In an instant, she feels nothing like the adult human her mind is melded with and everything like the teenage Time Lord who hasn't even started attending the Academy yet. Too many thoughts are coming on at once and she doesn't know how to sort through them, so her mind goes utterly blank. “Donna, I'm—sorry. I'm so sorry.” Lin turns to the redhead, eyes glassy with panic. “I don't know what to do.”

[bgtop]

oh yeah... steve giving TWO treats... ? we'll see about that... regardless of it being november for quite a bit now, a skeleton wearing a human wearing a skeleton costume—that is to say, kris—has knocked on the service counter of bigtop burger, halloween pail in hand. they've heard the rumors... (thx for following yay :D)

at the sound of knocking, steve pokes his head out of the truck, peering down over the counter to greet the customer. he gasps upon seeing the costume and pail, delighted at this turn of events.

" hmh ! you're a bit early … "

steve reaches into both of his pockets, producing a crunchy chocolate bar and a bag of sour gummy creatures — neither of which have melted a bit. with a small chuckle, he leans over the truck's counter, dropping both candies into the pail ( each making a jingle when they hit the bottom. )

" happy new years to you ! "

[wildcnes]

@sunliights liked for a small starter!

❝ you know, it's not stealing if it was mine to begin with. ❞

[nevrdaunted]

❝ I've seen you with her -- and I've seen you without her. I've seen you on the crescent of the hill. ❞ / brienne abt cella + cersei perhaps? @prodigum

there was a slight stiffening to her spine, a nervousness that moved under her skin like the tide coming into king's landing -- she stared at the water now, hands politely clasped behind her back as she ACHED. her mother had just left, another raving rant about the evil within her uncle and poor sansa, how myrcella ought to mind herself. that myrcella needed to worry about her family and her family only, to eschew any friendship she had with the stark girl or any kinship she shared with tyrion. it hurt -- not only what was DEMANDED of her, but also how she had been trained like a good dog to nod and agree.

and myrcella felt it -- she could feel what brienne could see. there was a way that myrcella stood in front of her mother, acted, responded, behaved. she BREATHED differently around the woman, so soft and slight that you might think she wasn't breathing at all. but once she was on her own, that's when the lightness could take hold. smiles came easier, her posture relaxed, she wasn't constantly in fight or flight or trying to pick the best and most amicable dialogue options so as to not make her mother angry. she loved her mother, don't get her wrong. but she was often caught in cersei's shadow.

" -- you seem very perceptive, good ser," came her careful and calculated answer. emerald eyes washed over the taller woman, her expression as mild as possible so as to not give away any of the things she truly felt. "what else do you notice?" the princess couldn't help but ask, her eyes moving back towards the ripples waves once more. "i seem to be losing companions by the day it seems... i would like to hear your thoughts -- if you're open to it."

[homoeroticjunoincident]

Steel lilac fern mint

steel: i constantly wonder if you are okay

lilac: love to see you on my dash

fern: in love with your big brain energy

mint: you deserve all the rights

:)

[phagodyke]

distraction successful I've pretty much avoided thinking all day + the mental illness has left my body I'm so good at this

[mythaldwir]

» 𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐆 𝐎𝐑 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐆 // accepting!! @rookfang asked: 🚩

When it comes to carrying out what she (& the 'spirit') believe to be rightness, once she's decided that you are guilty... that's it! There is no turning back or changing her mind, you are getting what she (they) feel you deserve. And she's not above bringing vengeance down upon them while doing so, if it is warranted.

[terrainofheartfelt]

Yes yes yes! I often think about how we’ve replaced religion with sort of “secular gods” in pop culture, shows, sports, music, etc etc. But I have only thought about it in terms of identity and signaling moral standing. (Like, “I am a good person because I like This Character but not This Character”) and how even in the absence of religion people as a whole have found another vessel to outsource their moral responsibility.

I was also listening to a podcast interview earlier today about this political scientist’s book about the collapse of local lowstakes social connection and how that makes us more skeptical of each other and more distrusting of other people and the government and its now like an ouroboros of distrust.

I have a theory... and this is just like, conjecture! I'm not an anthropologist and I haven't done or read any studies or anything... I think the way our culture seems increasingly enthusiastic about ritualistic seasonal consumerism (the pumpkin spice lattes and aesthetic Gilmore Girls binges of Fall, for example) is that our lives are increasingly devoid of the rhythm of traditions historically provided by a common religion or societies organized around agrarian cycles. I think that as humans, we crave cyclical time-organization (each season is both new and exciting, yet comfortingly familiar) and social connection, but our society no longer naturally provides that. Most people are completely disconnected from the agricultural cycle, and with globalization and refrigeration, foods that were once highly seasonal are increasingly available year-round (convenient! Yet boring!). Harvesting and food production is no longer a communal activity, but yet another specialized commodity provided by a few professionals. So, what can we do to mark the passage of time? How do we connect with each other and keep from just drifting aimlessly? We buy stuff and consume media! This is increasingly all we have left.