I'll never get over that when Kaz realize that Van Eck conned him he goes back instantly to the first time he was conned it's "It was Hertzoon and his coffeehouse all over again, only now Kaz was old enough to know better." and he tries to trick Van Eck back but he ends up losing and it's "He felt as he had looking into the darkened windows of the house on Zelverstraat. Helpless once more" HELPLESS ONCE MORE
and then he's saying to Jesper “Saints, Jesper, you really haven’t learned anything in the Dregs, have you? You’re still the same dumb farm boy who stepped off the boat.” but I can't help thinking this is what he is thinking about himself
i keep thinking idk what the point is anymore but the point is that i want to make art. not even share it necessarily, i just rly want to make things bc i love doing it and its kind of one of the only things im good at. but the world is so impossibly fucked and i am so terrified and trapped and i feel guilty all the time because my brain thinks i am at fault for everything wrong in the world no matter how much i do to combat it and no matter how much risk i put myself in during the combatting.
and I'm not even having a breakdown because I'm hungry so I can't fix these feelings, this is just... what I am experiencing I guess. fuck!
i was gonna try and write today but im so tired from work and being in pain all day and the emotional trauma of trying to psyche myself up to tell my boss that i quit that i'm actually just going to lay in bed and stare at tiktok until i fall asleep i think
i so wish i could do those fun headcanon posts that are SO full of analysis and gorgeous, really well-thought-out writing.
unfortunately, when i consume impactful media, i get a feeling like a switch has been flipped in my brain and all i know is something just happened. and that's about it
For the past few months, I have been expecting this special 9-member livestream, in the hopes there would be some great news and such for their 9th anniversary project. However, watching this back seemed off. Each of the members felt so out of blue (no Furi intended); with Kinchan giving me the most concern.
Of course, this is heartwrenching but as Furirin stated, the group is not disbanding nor suspending activities. Instead, they're going to continue with the projects, just not as a full group. Personally, with most of the cast already having solo careers of their own, I'm not surprised. Sure, the impact is gonna be tough for each of them.
Nonetheless, this is the group who saved me from spiraling into a deeper depression five years ago. Even if there may never be another 9-member livestream or performance after the Finale LoveLive, I will never forget the memories those women left over the past decade.
The legacy of Aqours will continue to burn brightly far beyond the horizon as will the future of Love Live lies among the rainbow, the stars, and sky. Thus, as Aqours Day draws to a close, there goes another chapter in their story.
Went to the cat Cafe with my best friend that's up from Florida and her fiance. Couldn't help thinking that the last time I was there was Valentine's Day with my ex boyfriend. And that I was hoping that the next time she was up from Florida she'd get to meet him. And now I'm genuinely really upset and crying. One step forward and three steps back I guess
I jolted awake from a nightmare as usual and normally I think about Ken or Six comforting me but....... this time for some reason I thought about Jacob.... ;-;
Jacob doesn't know much about ptsd and probably doesn't get nightmares too often. So when he sees me shaking and sweating after a rather bad one, he turns on some dim lighting and he looks kind of freaked out, not really knowing what to do other than to hug me and rub my back. He keeps saying "it was just a bad dream, it wasn't real" but that doesn't help me much because a lot of my nightmares are based off of real things that have happened to me, and he just,,, doesn't know what else to say. He just whispers "I'm not going to hurt you" and that's enough. He doesn't feel like it's enough though and he feels bad.
For a few minutes we lay there in silence, holding each other... in his giant stupid water bed with the fancy pillows that perfectly conform to the shape of your head in the dim glow of one of his fancy ass lamps and he's like, "hey, did I ever tell you where I got this lamp? How much it costs? So stupid." And he goes into this story about it. He spends like a good solid twelve minutes just listing off every single thing in his bedroom that he bought that he doesn't even care about. I can't get over his calf pants (pants for your calves). He suddenly realizes he can help; he's good at distracting me, he's good at making me laugh.
He lets me wear one of his shirts bc it smells like him and it's grounding and he thinks I look sooo cute in his shirts. He's like, screw it, let's get up and eat. yeah it's 5am who cares let's eat cereal. He pours a bowl of cereal and I notice on the back of the box there's marks with a sharpie, and he catches me staring and he says "oh yeah I filled out this little crossword puzzle last week :) you wanna try" and I think he's the cutest dork in the whole world. This is the same guy who introduces himself to sexy women at the bar by high-fiving them and somehow they still want to get into bed with him asap. He's like Barney Stinson, but, like, more of a decent human being.
And he's like :) what are you looking at. and i'm like. you! I love you. I love you so much and I am so lucky to have you. and he's like!!! I love you too I love you so much!!! and when we're done munching on cereal he turns on some music on his speakers and we hold hands while dancing in his stupidly huge living room. Maybe we watch a show or a movie until we finally doze off. It always takes me 6 to 8-ish hours to fall asleep again after I jolt awake, maybe some nights he's able to stay up with me, other times he's not because he has a regular sleep schedule like a normal human being. Lucky bastard.
But it doesn't matter if he falls asleep or not, because he always lays next to me making sure he's holding my hand, and before he feels himself dozing off, he always mumbles sleepily "Hey... star girl. It's gonna be okay. You got me now." He's always worried he isn't doing enough, but he is. He always is.
After an argument with older fiance Simon Ghost Riley
No usage of Y/N
"You should be with a much mature and older woman instead of me..." is what you murmur to your fiance after an argument, a stupid one because you felt he's been cheating on you each time he told you he's going on a mission.
He looks at you with dead eyes. Literally. Without any expression.
He rarely curses in front of you (and never at you), but this time, he can't help but let out a "what the fuck did you just say?" out of pure surprise.
You sniffle and squeeze your little hands into a fist, look away, and murmur "That would be better for you... I'm just..."
You burst into tears, trying to hold your voice low.
He sighs and walks to you.
You step back while crying. That's what you always do. You always care about him, always being kind and sweet, loving him, hiding anything that makes your little heart ache or break, and then... there's going to be a fight. But instead of arguing, you just step back and tell him to leave you.
He never does, though. Obviously. Never.
He hugs you and assures you that he's not going to leave his little girl after all the years of being together.
He sighs again and talks in a low voice
"Fucking hell, cut these nonsense out, woman... baby, look at me."
He gently cups you face with his big, warm hands, looking right in your pretty teary eyes
"Listen, 'm not gonna leave ya. Never. Even if you told me to. Can't have my heart torn like this, by you, sweetheart. Can't see how much I love you? Do you think I could easily leave? I don't even think about it, fuck."
You burst into tears yet another time, and he kisses your temple. He picks you up with you straddling him with your legs. He gently lays you on the bed, assuring you for the rest of the night.