#THEY'RE ALL LITTLE SHITS

[ozym4ndi4s]

Lemon is somehow even more autistic in the book than he was in the movie

I don't know how else to explain it but HE IS

[deathbyoctopi]

You may like characters because of their flaws.

Or in spite of their flaws. 

Or igNORE THEIR FLAWS BECAUSE THEY’RE PERFECT LITTLE BLORBOS WHATEVER CANON SAYYSSSS!!!

[daisha-mochizuki]

Part 3 of my "What If...? (HXV & VXH) (MHA)"!

About five years prior to Izuku Midoriya being rendered Quirkless and four years prior to the All Might incident, Hisashi Midoriya, a soon-to-be father, was out patrolling the streets as the no. 3 Pro Hero. Most people tended to skirt around him, as he kept up a more standoffish attitude out in public, but some people stood and watched him in awe. Despite this facade, he still had a soft spot for kids and conversed with them whenever they approached.

That’s why when he heard the whimpering cries of a child from an alley he was passing by, he needed to go looking.

It only took a few steps into the alley before Hisashi found the source of the cries, and his heart squeezed at the sight before him.

A boy no older than five cast off in the darkness. A beating heart left to die in a world enraptured by those known as ‘heroes’.

Hisashi immediately swooped down, trying to look over the boy for any injuries, but the boy shied away from his touch.

“D-don’t touch me!” the boy hiccuped as he quickly raised his hands up in defense. Hands stained with blood. “I don’t wanna hurt you too!”

“You won’t hurt me. I trust you,” Hisashi murmured as soothingly as he could as he tried to calm the fragile child down. “Is it because of your Quirk? Did something happen to you?”

The boy nodded and sniffled as he wiped his face with the palms of his hands. “They… they all crumbled under my touch…”

It involves his hands, Hisashi thought. In an attempt to help, he slipped off his specially designed gloves for his hero costume and gently tugged them onto the boy’s hands. The boy in question attempted to resist at first, but then just stopped and watched as Hisashi helped him.

Once the gloves were on, Hisashi gave the boy the sweetest and softest and warmest smile he could muster as he pulled back. “Go ahead,” he whispered, his whisper feeling like a mother’s gentle caress to the boy’s heart.

The boy tentatively reached out and touched a stray can strewn about in the alley, and three of his fingers ran across the slick and smooth metal surface as the other two fingers only felt the slightly rough fabric of the gloves he now wore. To his surprise and utter relief, the can didn’t crumble and blow away. A shaky breath left him, and he looked up at Hisashi.

Hisashi’s smile grew even bigger when he saw a soft glint of light and joy begin to sparkle in the young one’s eyes, albeit a bit small, the shines were.

“What’s your name?” Hisashi asked softly, gently brushing aside and tucking some of the boy’s black-colored hair behind his ears.

“Tenko,” the boy spoke shakily still, but his voice carried a bit more confidence than contained before, “Tenko Shimura.”

Hisashi’s heart squeezed at the mention of the last name Shimura. He pushed the feelings aside, however; he needed to protect this kid.

“Tenko, can you trust me? I want to help you.”

He held his hand out for Tenko with a soft yet almost pleading look. Tenko looked at the outstretched hand, then at Hisashi’s face, then back to the hand. After a brief moment, as Hisashi’s attention was away from Tenko and was instead focused on their surroundings, making sure they weren’t being followed or anything, he felt a shaking gloved hand slip into his larger and firmer hand.

“I… trust you…”

The voice was meek and quiet, but Hisashi could make out the words clearly despite the hustle and bustle going on outside of the alley. Outside of their little world. Hisashi smiled, and he gently squeezed the small hand in his grip.

“You won't regret it, little Tenko.”

--

Finally making it through the wild streets, Hisashi made it to the nearest police station, a drained Tenko in his arms. With a soft tostle of the boy’s black hair, he softly settled Tenko down into one of the waiting chairs before quickly going to the front desk. Nobody was there at the moment, and Hisashi almost started pacing from the sudden stress he felt.

“Hello? Is someone-?”

A sudden voice spoke, startling Hisashi slightly, and he quickly looked up at whoever it was. A man who looked a bit young - almost looking as if he was a teen - was standing stiffly as he looked agape at Hisashi. He noticed a tag on the man’s shirt that read ‘Tsukauchi - Intern’.

“Excuse me!” Hisashi started, practically barreling into the poor man as he went to grab ahold of the man’s shoulders. “Do you know anyone around to help me? I need to look into this young boy’s records to find him a home.”

Hisashi nodded his head toward Tenko, who was curled up on the seat he had been set into and was playing with the gloves on his hands. Tsukauchi stammered, his eyes wide as he looked up at Hisashi.

“Y-you’re All For One!” he finally managed to get out and was too stunned from even having this encounter to comprehend what Hisashi was asking.

Hisashi sighed and mentally cursed himself. He then shook Tsukauchi slightly. “Can you help me or not?!”

He felt a little guilty for the harsh way his words came out, but he figured it would help the intern snap out of it; he needed to be prepared for the line of work he wanted to enter. Tsukauchi blinked, slowly coming to. He then nodded firmly and stood straight.

“Yes, sir!”

With a sigh of relief and a pat on Tsukauchi’s shoulder, Hisashi let him go as he stepped back. “Good man.”

“So you want to look at all of the boy’s records?” Tsukauchi asked as he slipped behind the front desk and signed into the computer.

Hisashi nodded, and he took a deep breath. “I’m sure he could tell me things, but I think something happened to his family, and I don't want to put any more mental strain on him than we have to at the moment.”

“Name?”

“Tenko Shimura.”

Hisashi swallowed as he said the last name, and even Tsukauchi visibly winced at the mention. Tenko looked up, confused, but didn't ask any questions and eventually went back to playing with his gloves. With a few clicks and taps of the keyboard, the intern managed to find and pull up Tenko’s records, which both he and Hisashi looked over.

“Tenko Shimura, age 5. Birthday is April 4; he’ll be turning six soon,” Hisashi murmured, a hand resting on his chin as he leaned over Tsukauchi’s shoulder to read as well.

“Quirk: Decay. Anything he touches with all five of his fingers immediately crumbles and turns to dust…”

Tsukauchi’s tone of voice quickly dissolved into a horrified choking noise as he first looked at Hisashi, then at the boy curled up on one of the chairs. “Oh god.”

Hisashi breathed, rubbing his face with his hands as the harsh realization set in. “First, we’re going to have to send a team to wherever his home address is and have them look around. Secondly, despite how much I don’t want to, we’re going to have to question the boy…”

He looked over at Tenko, who had seemingly fallen asleep. His heart ached; Tenko looked so peaceful, his face relaxed in his sleep.

“Who’re his parents?”

Tsukauchi clicked through a few different things before pulling up a housing file. He turned the monitor to let Hisashi see clearer.

“Mother: Nao Shimura. Father: Kotaro Shimura. Sister: Hana Shimura. Maternal grandmother and grandfather: Chizuo and Mako Magi. Those were the people he lived with,” Tsukauchi muttered, scratching his face nearing one of his eyes. “It has his address, too. I can quickly run this to one of the teams if you want me to. I can also grab someone to talk to the boy.”

“Thank you. That would be much appreciated,” Hisashi smiled, and he patted Tsukauchi on the shoulder as they both stood up straight. “I’ll put in a good word for you. So long as you don’t freeze up and go into shock every time you see me.”

Tsukauchi puffed a little out of embarrassment, but he nodded. “Thank you, sir. I’ll go right away!”

And with that, the intern ran off, leaving Hisashi in the front of the police station. With a sigh, Hisashi sat in the seat Tenko was seated in and slipped the boy into his lap, although he accidentally jostled him and awoke Tenko, who panicked slightly.

“Shhh, shh, hey, it’s okay, I’m sorry,” Hisashi did his best to try and make Tenko realize that he was okay and that he wasn’t in danger. “Breathe, you’re okay.”

Hisashi took one of Tenko’s hands in his, gently rubbing his hand through the glove, as he felt the boy begin to shake. He knew the boy was realizing this wasn’t just a nightmare that he could wake up from. He understood completely.

“I’m here, baby,” Hisashi murmured, breathing into Tenko’s hair as he cuddled the boy close to keep him warm. “Everything’ll be okay; I’m here…”

--

“It’s not much, but Inko and I prepared all of this as soon as we talked it over with the police that we wanted you to stay here.”

Hisashi, with the widest grin on his face, gently pushed open the door to reveal the bedroom to Tenko. The walls were a pale, dusty blue color; the bed had warm earthy colored sheets drawn up to make it so the bed was cleanly made; there was a dark oak dresser positioned against one of the walls with a few pairs of clothing tucked into the drawers.

“We tried our best, but-”

Hisashi started talking again, but he quickly cut himself off with an ‘oomph!’ as Tenko’s small form suddenly wrapped around him. His eyes widened as he heard the little whimpers and felt the soft and wet tears soaking into his pant leg.

“I-it’s perfect…” Tenko cried, hiccuping a little. “Thank you!”

The man was startled; surprised. Sure, he probably should’ve expected this reaction, but he hadn’t. Not at all. He scooped up Tenko into his arms, and cradled him as the boy cried.

“Hey, hey, there’s no need to cry!”

Hisashi sighed as Tenko quickly tried to wipe his tears away after Hisashi’s words. He set Tenko down on the bed before sitting next to him, the bed sinking under their weight a bit. He brushed his fingers through the black hair of the boy, and Tenko almost instinctively leaned into Hisashi as he did so.

“This is your home now,” Hisashi spoke quietly, yet loud enough to be heard over Tenko’s soft sniffles. “Inko and I want you to be able to start anew. You don’t have to call us Mom and Dad, but we hope to be as close to those figures as we possibly can be.”

Tenko didn’t reply, so Hisashi continued.

“You can change and add onto this room however you like. We’ll try our best to suit you and make this place your home, as it will be when my and Inko’s baby is born.”

That was what made Tenko perk up.

“You’re having a baby?”

Hisashi nodded, chuckling a bit as he saw Tenko’s wide eyes. “Indeed, Tenko. You’ll be an older brother, in a sense.”

Tenko’s heart skipped a little beat, and his face dropped as a sense of worry befell him. “Oh.”

“What’s wrong?”

Tenko sniffled, and tears started to well up again in those soft, dark brown eyes of his. He rubbed at his tear-stained face with his gloved hands as his nose flushed red from the tears. “I-I hurt my sister…

What if I hurt your baby too?”

Hisashi’s heart squeezed as Tenko’s voice cracked. His own eyes stung and quickly became bloodshot as he watched this broken boy break down before him. A lump formed in his throat, a slightly choked sob escaping his own lips.

Maybe I’m not cut out for this after all, Hisashi thought bitterly as he watched Tenko cry defeatedly.

“That… wasn’t your fault, Tenko…” he muttered, and he slowly reached one of his hands out - a shaking hand. Tenko flinched away from the hand, and he buried his face into his new pillow, sobbing pitifully. Hisashi groaned inwardly. His feelings were difficult enough; he couldn’t handle this. He was failing already.

“Tenko, please, it wasn’t your fault,” Hisashi nearly pleaded, his voice cracking and squeaking. Tenko looked up a little from his pillow, only to see tears spilling slowly from Hisashi’s pinkish eyes. Hisashi didn’t notice Tenko looking, however, and he sat with his shoulders hunched as his lip quivered slightly.

Tenko sat up quietly, and he gingerly hugged Hisashi, making sure to not touch him at all even though his hands were gloved. Hisashi stiffened slightly, and his watery eyes widened.

“Thank you for everything… Dad…”

A pang to the heart. Hisashi scooped up Tenko, and he buried his face into Tenko’s raven locks as he cried freely.

“You’re welcome, son.”

[tragicalwisteria]

James: Everyone, synchronize your watches.

Sirius: I don’t know how to do that.

Remus: I don’t wear a watch.

Regulus: Time is a construct.

[brainrotcharacters]

When irl pisses me off, I rewatch the Honda Odyssey scene to relax

[maeamian]

Part of the reason that Republicans are so desperately acting like they will never lose again is because they are deeply terrified that this is their last real chance to win. The big orange dipshit came in and gutted the party of everyone who wasn't a loyalist, which left it full of nasty little gremlins who have gaping voids where charisma and human decency is supposed to go.

They still hold a lot of power, but if we stop them this year the next presidential election may not be the Most Important One Of Your Life™, that's not a guarantee or anything, but if they don't win here and now their future looks grim, this dipshit is the only guy they have left and he's extremely diminished and has his brains leaking out of his ears at this point. We can beat him into the ground.

So that's what we're gonna fucking do. We're gonna break these fucking fash. They will crash upon us and we're gonna break their fucking necks. When they come for us they will lose because they're fucking losers and we have each other's backs which is something they fundamentally are incapable of comprehending.

[kettlefire]

As Good as Good Gets (DP X DC Snippet)

Richard "Dick" Grayson is the golden child. In the eyes of the public, and in the eyes of the league. Dick is a sweet, caring son, a man who went from being a sidekick to being a hero. The pipeline from Robin to Nightwing had many people applauding his dedication to keeping Gotham safe.

No one knew the full story, not truly. No one but Bruce Wayne himself. And maybe a certain butler. Many don't know that Dick only became Robin to stop him from hunting down and killing the man who killed his parents.

No one really knows about the harsh fights and arguments he has had with Bruce. The times when Dick would find himself cut off from the Wayne name for a week or so. No one knows that the first person Dick warmed up to was Alfred. Having been bribed with cookies.

Things weren't always this good, trusting, happy relationship between Bruce and Dick. It had been a rough ride, a complicated one. But that was okay, because it got better.

Dick stopped being so moody and angsty. He grew up, he learned, and he changed. He became an older brother, found people that needed him. Needed him in a way that the citizens of Gotham didn't need him.

His brothers like to call him annoying. A goody two shoes who Bruce trusted more than everyone else. They couldn't fathom how someone like Dick could be so stupid and bubbly at all times.

All times, except when shit hits the fans. Despite the name calling, despite coining Dick as the stupid Wayne. They all knew better. They knew that when it mattered, Dick Grayson always pulled through. He was a force to be reckoned with when needed.

The whole Wayne family was a force to be reckoned with when called for. It didn't have to be under the guise of costumes and vigilante acts. Whether he was Officer Grayson or Nightwing, Dick was a man with his morals and values.

One night on patrol as Officer Grayson, Dick found someone who needed that force. A force willing to protect and care for the innocent. The hurt. The damaged, yet still good.

It started like any other night. A call of shots fired by an empty warehouse. There was no sighting or knowledge of any rouges being there, so Dick took the call. Told the team he'll contact them if it seems more than just a civilian incident.

The warehouse was dark, reeked of copper and oil. It didn't take long for Dick to find the trail. The liquid he found looked like the person had been dragged before walking. There was a clear struggle, even with the mess and emptiness that was the warehouse.

That wasn't Dick's biggest concern. The concern lay in just how much blood there was. Too much for any normal person to lose and still manage to stumble through the warehouse.

It wasn't just blood. It wasn't that much, but Dick could spot the strangeness in the liquid. The mixed in green that had an eerily similar color and glow as a certain pit.

Without thinking, Dick followed the trail. Barely remembering to make contact with his family. Give them an update on what he found. Words telling him to stay put for backup went in one ear and out the other.

Something in Dick's gut was telling him he couldn't wait. He needed to find the source. Whoever was currently bleeding out in this warehouse. He silenced the comm, moving further through the dimly lit building.

Then Dick found it. Or more so, he found him. It was just a boy. A boy that reminded Dick too much of the youngest Wayne. A boy sat against a wall, looking pale and weak.

Red and green coated the front of the boy's shirt, arms wrapped tightly around his middle. An attempt to stem the bleeding. A puddle had already started to form beneath the boy, and Dick moved without thinking once again.

He quickly found himself kneeling beside the boy, hands carefully reaching out. Before Dick even touched him, the boy flinched. Eyelids suddenly opened, wide and terrified blue eyes landed on Dick's.

In just that one look, Dick knew what he had to do. The haunting, terrified, and pained look in the boy's eyes told Dick everything he needed to know. The boy was in danger. Someone had hurt this kid, and it was clear it wasn't the first time.

The boy struggled weakly against Dick's touch, terrified whimpers, and barely coherent pleas spilled from the kid's lips. It had Dick's heart aching, clear as day the poor kid has been through hell and back.

It took a lot of reassurance, gentle touches, and promises of help before the kid let Dick take a look at the bleeding wound. A promise on Dick's soul had been the final thing that earned him any semblance of trust. A strange promise, but Dick was willing to make it.

That concern turned to pure anger the moment Dick managed to pull the sticky shirt away from the wound. The sight of a Y-incision cut perfectly into the skin, stitches tight on the skin, but blood still leaking heavily from the wound.

It didn't take long for Dick to realize why. Despite the perfect surgical care of the wound, a good couple of stitches had broken. Leaving gaping spots for that red and green liquid to pour out of.

The boy was deathly silent, tears streaking down his cheek as wide blue eyes stayed trained on Dick. In that moment, Dick knew he had to help. Had to get the kid to safety, patch him up, and find out what kind of monster would do this.

It didn't matter if the kid was human or not. It didn't matter if the kid had special abilities or not. No one, absolutely no one, deserved to be vivisected.

The kid was shrouded in mystery, but that mystery only seemed to grow and become clearer when Bruce had entered the scene. The boy had tensed, eyes flashing a bright glowing green.

Lazarus pit green.

It set a pit of dread in Dick's gut. His mind brings forward memories of Jason. Jason, after his revival, after his dip in that cursed pit. The same flash that his brother would get if he got too angry. Too emotional.

As much as Dick wanted to focus on finding who did this, if it had any connection to Ra's al Ghul. He couldn't. Not when the kid tried to get up, to pull away as Bruce and the others made their way closer.

Right now, Dick only cared about making sure the boy was okay. Fixing those stitches, getting him a meal, and a warm bed.

He needed to get this kid someplace where he felt safe and secure. Comfortable and protected. Dick wasn't sure why. Maybe it was the promise he had made, but he wasn't letting anyone get to the kid.

That included his family. As strange as it seemed, Dick put himself between the others and the kid. Shooting them all a glare that they had only ever seen a handful of times.

Dick lifted the poor boy up in his arms, cradling the crying child close as he led the way out of the warehouse. Ignoring the questions or confusion coming from Bruce and the others. As Dick walked, feeling the trembling boy clinging to him, he made a rather obvious realization.

Maybe the eldest son really was more like Bruce than he expected. Just a few short moments the the boy, a boy that Dick didn't know his name, and he was ready to pull out adoption papers. To give the boy a safety he so desperately needs.

Give him the chance that Bruce had given him all those years ago.

[introspectivememories]

it's always distinguished lesbian momo with disaster gay todoroki. we need to flip the script. disaster lesbian momo with distinguished gay todoroki. tddk are practically living together in shouto's japanese style dorm meanwhile momo flies in every morning, hair a mess, slamming that shoji door open, talkin bout "todoroki-kun! kyouka touched my knee this morning! do you think she likes me????"

[blueskittlesart]

in the nicest and most non-confrontational way possible. i feel like some of you think that anything that isn't directly openly spelled out for you within a story is "missed potential" or "unexplored." like. sometimes there are implied narratives. sometimes the point is that you as the reader are supposed to think and draw your own conclusions and participate in the story. the writers not directly spelling every little detail out for you doesn't mean that the story is poorly written or missed its own plot details somehow. PLEASE.

[arkieve]

james doesn't take regulus' shit lying down. he gives as good as he gets and the insults and arguments between them are downright nasty, but no one ever catches him. every time someone walks in on one of their fights it's regulus getting the last word in and they'd always shake their heads in disappointment like; james is so nice, why would you say that?

[shorthaltsjester]

the mighty nein - critical role

this is a place where i don't feel alone. this is a place where i feel at home.

[hansoeii]

I'm very much not normal about loki and mobius right now

[luna-loveboop]

Currently obsessed with the idea that the boys go to Time for love advice, since "he's married so he knows this stuff right?"

I mean they couldn't recognize a wedding ring??? And neither did he???

And time was saying this in his youth I mean cmon

Twilight: So ancestor. What would you do if like. Malon left to another world and never came back

Time: ... bro Malon called me fairy boy and then we were married like what

Hyrule: So uhh old man. How does one. Meet a girl.

Time: By speaking to her I guess? Or not, Malon did the talking for me

Hyrule: riiiiight...

Wild *no tact*: Hey so like... what if your redheaded wife who's name started with M died.

Time: what?!?!

Wild, undeterred: but like before she proposed.

Time: ...

Wild: and you don't remember if you would have said yes. What's your advice for dealing with that?

Time: ... vent to a fairy?

Warriors: hey old man

Time: no no no not this one asking me please

Warriors: how do I get women to stop coming after me. So I can ya know. Choose without war trying to force me into relationships

Time: I can safely say I've never had that problem captain

Wars: of course not *smirks*

Wars: ok but seriously how do I make them go away

Time: ... wear a wedding ring so they think you're taken, I've got a shiny extra

Time: no no why- they won't stop, I don't know how to do love!

Time: ok well at least I have legend. That kid would never ask for advice, I'll sit by him.

Legend: so old man.

Time, looking forward to a normal conversation: yeah?

Legend: hypothetically, what would you do if you found out Malon didn't exist.

Legend: And her whole world didn't, but it did, and now it doesn't

Time: ...Excuse me for a minute.

Time, writing a letter as fast as he can: MALON HOW DO I GIVE LOVE ADVICE THEY THINK IM WISE

Malon: lol

Happy Valentine's Day guys, have a headcanon :P

The boys go to Time for love advice and Time spouts whatever wise-sounding bs he can, before shoving them all on Malon for therapy when they visit the ranch

Art and comic by Jojo @linkeduniverse! :D

[monicaeidolith]

it's been 8 years and she's still down bad for her neighbor (who wouldn't)

and so there she is: Step 3 Athena! 🌙✨

Step 1 & Step 2 here

(Infos about Athena in every steps except 4 below if you're interested)

(watch out it's long.)

Step 1 -

At 10, Athena is a very curious girl, somewhat nosey and a bit clumsy (main reason why she often has bandages). She likes puzzles, creepy stuff and drawing (but nothing that serious about that hobby yet). While she isn't very shy, she's still uneasy around people she doesn't know and moving to a new town isn't helping. She has trouble accepting changes, and this whole situation is a way too big change.

Athena is very close to her mom during step 1. Unfortunately for her, she doesn't really look like her that much and she's kind of bothered by that, especially because the person she obviously looks like, her "dad", isn't there. Not having a dad isn't really a huge problem for her, but Athena fears a little bit people's opinion on that subject: "Is it weird that I don't have a dad...?".

She's feeling sad and scared about moving out, as she has to get used to a completely different world (in her eyes). "At least I have my mom", she thinks. But if moving in Golden Grove was scary at first, meeting Qiu and Tamarack was a huge help for Athena to feel included.

She thinks Qiu, aka "Autumn", is funny but also a huge show-off, haha. She LOVES to tease Qiu. But Athena's also genuinely worried about Qiu sometimes, because that kid is a huge people-pleaser.

When it comes to Tamarack, man... Athena totally puts this girl on a pedestal. She thinks Tamarack is amazing and pretty. And should Tamarack say anything positive about Athena, you can be certain the latter will go crazy internally. At 10, Athena doesn't realize she actually has a huge crush on Tamarack yet, though.

Step 2 -

At 14, Athena became a sort of troublemaker, she barely cares about rules. She's not mean but she grew to be more blunt and direct than she was as a 10-year-old, this and her current appearance make her seem unapproachable. However she kept her soft side, a side that she ironically doesn't even keep that much hidden but that you still have to deserve. If at 10 she would often have bandages because of her clumsiness, at 14, it's mostly because she's reckless. Some things that remained are her love for puzzles, creepy stuff and drawing, in fact, she started to get interested in visual arts.

In fact, the tough side of her personality grew when her first group friends with Qiu and Tamarack slowly fell apart. She couldn't do anything to prevent that from happening, so she felt like she had to toughen up. But to be honest, she's becoming tired of being the sole link between them, she's barely trying to now. Maybe Qiu and Tamarack won't become friends again. She has to accept it... but maybe Athena still has troubles accepting changes, no matter how old she is, after all.

Despite all that, Athena still treats both of them nicely. She still teases Qiu whenever she can (watch out Athena, the teasing could backfire on you). Her worries about them are still present too, but for different reasons than in step 1. Even 4 years later, Athena still retrieve Qiu's lost papers because they would NOT do it themselves. No matter what, Autumn remains her dear friend and the feeling is mutual.

Tamarack, aka "Tam", is her best friend! ... and the girl she has a crush on, Athena realized it now. Athena doesn't know if Tam feels the same way or not, though. Athena still thinks Tamarack is the most amazing and most talented person out there, she wishes Tam could see it too. She's highly worried about Tamarack potentially leaving Golden Grove at any moment but she tries to hide it from Tamarack. "Tam probably has enough of people walking on eggshells with her", she thinks. Athena dislikes Tamarack's parents for not only never being there for their daughter but also for making her situation so uncertain, only for their own interests (in her eyes).

Another feeling started to grow: jealousy. Athena will feel jealous of anyone who seems a bit too close to Tamarack. Does she think she's no match for Tamarack? Yes. Does that stop her from being jealous? No. She knows she has no right to be, Tamarack is a wonderful girl, it's impossible not to like her, but she can't help it.

Athena grew to be even more bothered by her lack of resemblance with her mother. Some times before turning 14, she started to dye her hair cranberry, just like her mom's hair color (let's say Opal didn't really like to see that her daughter started dyeing her hair at her young age, reaction Athena didn't appreciate, all she wanted was to look like her mom, what's the problem?). Ironically, while Athena wishes so hard to look like her mom, her relationship with her became somewhat strained. As if resembling a completely unknown guy wasn't enough. Living his best life nowhere to be found, uh? Resentment is the word here. Never towards her mom, even if their relationship is not that good at this point, but towards this guy who gave her his physical traits she never wanted and started to despise.

At least she became used to live in Golden Grove.

Step 3 -

At 18, Athena is not the rough troublemaker that she was at 14 anymore. Now she's more like a silly prankster, seemingly always up to something more stupid than before, although she remains reckless and blunt (but less on purpose and more out of habit). Of course, her interest in visual arts remained intact. Her liking for creepy stuff turned into a huge love for horror and its aesthetic.

Her relationship with her mom is getting better than it was 4 years ago. Athena grew out of the resentment she had for her "dad" during step 2 and learned to accept she may not look that much like her mom, but that it doesn't cancel the fact she's Opal's daughter no matter how she looks. Plus "some bits of [Opal] did end up in [her]" after all, right?

Athena's relationship with Autumn is what you could describe as "siblings by hearts", Athena does consider them as the sibling she never had.

Athena and Tamarack are still officially "besties for life", but little do they know that they both ended up falling in love with each other, plain and simple.

Her jealousy and resentment did tone down, but when she thinks back to her 14-year-old self, she feels bad, so bad. For being jealous of Tamarack's friends, for being resentful of a random donor and basically making many things about herself. "Man, I was such a prick. And for what?".

If when she was 14, Athena felt like she was no match for Tamarack because she put Tam on a pedestal, at 18, she now thinks she's simply not good enough as a person for Tamarack. She kind of "accepted" that if Tamarack only wants to be friends, then it's fine, she cannot force Tam to love her back. It's silly to think someone like her could be extra-special in Tam's heart anyway (girl if you knew.), it's nice enough to be her best friend.

Between step 2 and 3, Athena managed to put a label on herself: she's lesbian.

[melit0n]

Okay, so Euclid, right?? It's 5 minutes and 13 seconds long, but Vessel only starts singing at the 13 second mark. First lyric? "Just run it back, give me five whole minutes".

We, as the listener, give him five whole minutes to say what he's gotta say. Further, the song ends on the exact same piano chord that it begins with; the song, in of itself, is a loop. Anytime you play Euclid on loop, you are running it back and giving him five whole minutes.

[front-facing-pokemon]