#which i will forever love

[revenantlore]

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a trilogy about a depressed, struggling alcoholic who’s tired of making mistakes, being replaced, and leading an aimless life. he eventually finds himself and his people, and takes up the stage as the lead vocalist of an immediately successful rock band called the filthy vandals … after enduring a lot of loss, trauma, and learning

premise for press start :

Rem's never known much about his biological parents, just that his mother overdosed soon after he was born and his father's a no-show dirtbag. He's content to keep that part of his life buried, content to believe his adoptive mothers are the only parents he's ever had.

When one of his mothers decides she's ready to pursue her dream of running an in-home daycare, it means kicking Rem out, causing a huge rift between them. She says it's because they need more room, but Rem knows better. Knows it's got nothing to do with space and everything to do with them thinking Rem's a shitty influence to keep around.

Their adoption of four-year-old Ramona soon after is all the proof he needs.

Rem’s got no job, and even if he did, he'd have zero chances of keeping it for long.

A sudden twist of fate has his father returning to Warren Creek begging for a second chance at parenthood almost twenty-four years too late. Rem’s never been one to forgive, but he’s got nowhere else to go, so he agrees to move in with Ross one town over in Jackson Grove.

It’s not long before Rem realizes he would have been far better off never meeting Ross again.

characters :

rem ashwell aka my best favorite jackass

There isn’t much Rem wants out of life, isn’t much he enjoys about living, and if not for Oliver, for music and pancakes, for good sex with an even better soundtrack, he probably wouldn’t be here anymore.

He’s used to temporary, to painful goodbyes, and often finds them easier than commitment, but a string of unexpected happenstances lead him to friendships, to love, to feeling for once in his life like maybe he does want more.

Like maybe he deserves it, too.

oliver de la croix

So much of Oliver’s time is spent focusing on anyone but himself, to the point it’s left him a little lost in life. Aimless, maybe, but his Gran’s business would fail if not for him taking up extra shifts, and Rem might not survive another night without Oliver’s shoulder to lean on—often quite literally.

To Oliver, it’s all worth postponing finding himself, and amidst his selfless acts and endless devotion, he eventually discovers some important truths about who he is and what he wants.

jonah kincaide

Home has never been a place for Jonah, it’s always been a person.

All his life he’s gone from house to house, family to family, never fitting in and never feeling wanted. Zev changed all that for him, showed him what it meant to be wanted, to be needed, to be loved.

But danger calls to Jonah in urges harder to tame than the fires he’s caused. Staying in one place isn’t an option, not when he’s running from the law, which means leaving Zev behind time and time again.

ziggy kennedy

Music has always played an important role in Ziggy’s life, from early childhood memories of night rides with her father, vibrations from the bass like magic under her fingertips, to learning guitar on a whim with her best friend Lex. It was always a hope, a vague dream, that she might become part of something bigger.

Alongside Lex, their roommate Oliver, and a crush from work at the record store, Ziggy’s dream is brought to life in the shape of a grungy garage band. Jellyfish Mayhem, however, isn’t all Ziggy hoped it would be—there’s too much drama between them to maintain a stable band, and before long it’s in shambles and Ziggy’s left to pick up the pieces.

lex anders

Working as a bartender at a strip club is either the worst or best job for an asexual man. Lex leans heavily towards the ‘best’ part of that spectrum because the cash is easy, there are zero distractions outside of rowdy customers, and he has nothing but support for the actions of his co-workers. Their bodies to do with what they will and all that. So long as they give him the same respect as he gives to them, he’s content to keep the job.

Besides, it’s just something to pay the bills until he, Ziggy, and Oliver can make something of their music.

Something more than just noise in Oliver’s grandma’s basement.

zev roswell [first appears in game over]

Zev’s been chasing a sense of belonging for as far as he can remember. He finds that in Jonah, more home than any house has ever been, but Jonah’s been chasing something else entirely that jostles Zev’s abandonment issues into the extreme.

If Jonah’s not finding trouble, trouble’s finding him, and it always ends with a rushed goodbye, an I’ll see you later, but Zev’s running out of hope that later hasn’t already come and gone.

That Jonah’s not coming back this time.

Devotion and more love than Zev’s ever known what to do with has him back on the road hunting Jonah down to bring him home, assuming he’s not already too late.

[verflares]

NOW SPELL: ANGEL Z-E-L-D-A WRONG! TRY AGAIN.

also on inprnt :]

[inkskinned]

in internet posts it is easy to cut them out of your life. they are hurting you! they aren't listening to you!

they held your hair back. they lent you lipstick. they held your hand at the train station and got you home safe. they rounded on your bully, got loud, said get fucked, spitting-mad in your defense.

they also cut the hair off again. told you that you should really think twice before wearing something like that. took you for granted. took your insecurities and threw them in your face again.

you know logically it should be easy. all the internet advice comments always read it will feel better. like an equation - if a person is rotten, you just remove them. you pull the tooth that's hurting.

but it was never a big flare-up moment. you don't live in a sitcom. they never tried to take your boyfriend or steal from your apartment. they showed up to birthdays and they wrote songs about you and bring you water without you asking. once you found out they carry an emergency inhaler for you, even though you haven't had an asthma attack in years - just in case.

where is the line? people fuck up. sometimes they fuck up badly. sometimes people have raw personalities, like a powerline, and being around them is dangerous. addicting. sometimes they can't help themselves, but you know they're trying. sometimes they are just rough-around-the-edges. sometimes they don't even realize how they sounded when they said that. sometimes it's just - you've both loved each other for so long now, the way this thing hurts goes back to the root.

and that's the fucked up part. you have pushed your fingers against the sweetheart of memory. things these days are electric, tense, harrowing. they didn't used to be. there were a lot of good days in there. sometimes you want to just close your eyes and say can this be over yet? do we still need to be fighting?

doing that would give up any chance you get of getting an apology, but you don't always know that you need an apology, you love them. once they flaked on your birthday party. once they told you to get over it, people are always dying. they also let you crash on their couch for a week after the breakup, handfeeding you when you were so sad you couldn't eat. they are also judgmental about everything, occasionally react to banal statements with an attitude that is weird and fiery. they also love you like a lighthouse sometimes, so strong they cut the storm like lightning.

but the problem is that you might be storm. you might be the thing that needs breaking. what if you are two forces who are desperately, horribly drawn to each other, shaped by the other person's passions, and both good for each other and bad in equal measure.

what if you're both just people, and you're no saint neither.

just cut them off! swallowing the saltwater, you catch yourself in the mirror. you've been shaking more than usual. there's an ache in you that is oblique, loud, impossible to soothe. is this what it looks like? when life is "easier"?

your mouth will always have a hole, is the thing, if you remove the tooth.

[dotcircledot]

stars in her hair

[lotus-pear]

"feels like we could go on for forever this way.." (x)

[lucabyte]

Not all who wander are lost. Some who wander, however, are extremely, extremely lost.

[ricky-mortis]

Mariah Rose Faith Casillas, the woman you are.

[itscherryterry-again]

yea

[beaulesbian]

Luffy & Zoro in Wano || One Piece ep. 897

[lilianade-comics]

My brain gaslit me into believing that Valerie got her outfit upgrade in D-Stabilized because she was the only remotely acceptable thing about that episode, so imagine my surprise upon watching Flirting With Disaster again and Technus, Lord of Drip and Shipping Gray Ghost, shoots her with the drip-upgrade beam and she (and everyone else standing around her) doesn't even question it.

[cloudpalettes]

some scones

[aro-aizawa]

i like to think everyone has a colour associated with them, whether its just your fave colour or what you generally wear most of or what colour your bedroom walls are. i always associate the name sophie with dark blue, my mum is always a nice turquoise, i like to think my colour is a bright sunflower yellow.

if you have a specific shade pls tell me i adore when ppl have associated colours and tell me them, bc i think of them when i see that colour

[tansypaws]

mmmmothwing and 15??? if no one has asked that yet

baby, though I've closed my eyes i know who you pretend i am i know who you pretend i am

washing machine heart ; mitski

[spellboundcities]

can anyone hear me

original v

[mobius-m-mobius]

LOKI APPRECIATION WEEK 2023 | for @dailyloki Day 5 : Favorite Loki's clothes : The God of Stories suit

[rushinintolove]