You know what really just means so much to me is that we haven't been presented in Lone Star with the 'love heals mental illness' type narrative that I always hate so much. TK and Carlos have both grown and healed and improved so much but they've healed themselves. Carlos found the courage to accept himself and his sexuality because TK gave him butterflies and for the first time that didn't feel wrong, but TK didn't even know that until years later. It wasn't TK telling him that it's okay to be gay, it was Carlos healing that wound for himself. TK's made so much progress with his addiction and his self-destructive tendencies but vitally it was never a situation where he didn't deserve love until after he was better, and it also wasn't a situation where all his problems disappeared the moment somebody loved him.
They have healed each other and they've weathered storms together but it feels so important they found the strength to heal themselves because being loved made them stronger, not because being loved was a magic wand that erased all their trauma.
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I fucking love this game. I essentially defeated the Steel Watcher Titan by having a capable gloom stalker, a warlock, and two meatheads throwing silver cake stands and crystal balls at it as hard as they could. I panicked, but Karlach and Minsc did a beautiful job at improvising weaponry.
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king of hell: if u work for me u can get eternal glory and prestige!
lloyd: PRESTIGE? GLORY? HA! is THAT what you think drives me? what about INSURANCE? what about off-days? what about SUCKING HONEY AND RELAXING FOREVER?! u ppl don't know me at all!!!
LITERALLY. IT WAS LITERALLY ABOUT THAT.
at the end of the day what lloyd wanted the most was never recognition or glory or prestige. heck, you could even argue, it wasn't even really about the money itself. it was always about just. having enough to be happy. having enough to be able to relax and be content and take care of his loved ones and that was it. that was his one true wish.
AND THE FUCKING KING OF HELL WANTS TO GIVE HIM A JOB THAT NEVER ENDS???? NO FUCKING THANK YOU
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"Something better than what? Getting to know you? Come on... Boy who's spending a lot of time with my Annie... We're having sooo much fun right now, aren't we? I'm Fun." Speaks Ara with dry smirk on her lips and a tone that sounds more psychotic than Fun. Better things to do he questions, than staring for the past 10 minutes with a death stare on and polishing her empty glass like a shiv. It isn't like Ara to take gloves in a conversation yet due to the presence of Taiyang, Annie and others, she tries. Barely. A little party thrown by one of Taiyang's friend, a tranquil one - Ara was impatient to invite Annie, Annie who for the first time brings a +1 - smart, having people all around them is preventing Ara to get her actual knife, she does have one in her boot. People gravitate, in and out the circle while Ara remains on the couch, legs crossed in her usual heels and black tight pants, chin down her elbow on the armrest, simply staring at him. "What do you do for a living again? I hope not breaking pretty girls's hearts that would be a shame, especially when they are prettier than you." Another dry smile of hers."HAH!" She exclaims out loud in a hysterical scoff as if what she just said is a joke - it's not - her serious immediatly coming back on. "I care about everything that happens in our Beautiful City therefore I keep an eye. I have seen and heard your name, multiple times, in the Law Spheres, the high ones. The Law right... how honorable." Ironic of course, for the anarchist she happens to be, the system of justice is the last thing she believes in. "Or am I mistaking you for someone else?"
for @ofgentleresolve, from here
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God fuck god I don’t listen to a lot of Lemon Demon but DAMN they really hit it out of the park with Touch-Tone Telephone. Like I’ve been obsessing over this song for years now, how good it is at story telling and like, character building?? Which is WILD for a song to accomplish, yet the vision is so clear in my head. You can really hear all the layers to this character the song creates. The wild rhythm. The manic, almost (definitely) desperate tempo, gives you the image that someone is running, chasing something, on the verge of something incredible. The dramatic flare of the strings melding with the odd sound effect or vocalization to create an image of someone brilliant but downright crazy. The flipping of the emotion in the delivery: confident, yet desperate. Like, without getting too much into the lyrics themselves, the delivery of “And like you I’m a genius before my time! Disbelieving, that’s the real crime!” gives me chills every time; the POV trying desperately to reach out to ‘you,’ the one they’re speaking to, trying to get you to understand, to see what they see, please, please listen to me I’m not crazy, they’re after me, you have to listen to me please!! Please!!! Try to understand!!!!! It’s all there, don’t you see why can’t you just see?!!
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You're the Inspiration - Chapter 9
King Boo seethed to himself, fangs clenched in annoyance as past and present memories collided with one another. The one that fought the hardest to torture him so was remembering how her heart weakened day by day until it stopped beating in the breath of an instant.
He flinched, shaking from side to side wishing that memory would die. It seemed some memories were as immortal as he was.
A small whimpering sound brought the king back to himself. He took in the subtle creaks and moans of the old building just to make certain he wasn't hearing things. The sound felt reminiscent of a child, but in his ghostly heart he knew it was possibly one of his own.
His eyes drifted over to a small vase rattling on the table nearby. Recognizing the aura in the object, he called out to the tiny boo. “Booker.” When the soft sobbing didn't stop, he tried once more by using his magic to gently shake the urn. “Booker, wake up.”
There was a swift pause after a heavy inhale. “D-Daddy…?!”
King Boo didn't correct him. He was used to a lot of smaller boos calling him dad. “You were dreaming.”
The king’s voice warmly echoed about the vase, encouraging Booker to poke out from the mouth of the item. Realizing what he had muttered earlier, he shrunk back slightly with a look of embarrassment.
“S-Sorry, King Boo.”
“Sorry?” King Boo repeated with a raise of his brow. “About what?”
Hoping he didn't hear what he said, Booker just did his best to grin as he flew up and towards the king. “Nothing. It was umm… nothing.”
Stifling a laugh to himself, the king continued down the corridor with Booker at his side. “What were you dreaming about?”
The small boo rubbed the side of his face, trying to remember. “I think… my family?”
Hearing that, the shining eyes of the giant ghost shifted towards Booker. “Oh really? Are you certain it was your family?”
“I think it was…” Booker sighed, almost in defeat. “But I can't remember their faces too well…”
Chapter 9
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Mun & Muse
Borrowed from @sanguinesocierie
Tagging: my other blogs bc it’s my favourite piccrew and you as well
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