Thinking about how lonely Kageyama must have felt, probably accustomed to almost no one sharing the same passion for volleyball as intensely as he does. Always being a peculiar outcast in that aspect, likely cherishing it as something he used to share with his family when he was little, only for his sister to abandon him. Even then, he probably thought he still had his grandfather, only for the grandfather to pass away. Yet, he continued with the same dedication, not reducing the effort he put into the sport just because it was what he loved and something that connected him to his now-deceased grandfather. He probably didn't allow himself to properly grieve and overcome it due to this.
Worse still, this event serves to make him even more alone because his behavior starts to change, and it's evident that it changes drastically. His teammates, instead of being concerned and asking about it, preferred to get angry and leave him aside, to the point of getting him benched in a match. They practically ruined one of the few positive things in his life at that moment.
And how crucial it was for him to meet Hinata, someone with exactly the same level of passion and dedication, willing to play with him despite everything. Hinata saw his bad behavior and didn't reject him but adapted to it. Later on, he even helped Kageyama accept that part of himself, to stop living in constant fear of history repeating itself, and to embrace his role and attitude as the "king of the court."
Meeting Hinata and realizing that he is the person his grandfather promised must have been the first time in Kageyama's life that he felt 100% understood. As an autistic person, I can confirm how beautiful it is to meet someone and realize that they understand you, know who you are, and are probably mostly the same. Even in the aspects where you're not similar, it doesn't matter because they accept and love you just the way you are.
And now, he knows that he doesn't have to live in fear or feel like he doesn't fit in or that he'll always be alone in his bubble.
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Bones & Bones & Blood & Teeth
Ahhhhh anyways, Marcille/Farcille fic for the new episode
Spoilers for chapter 27 + episode 12
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There are 206 bones in the human body.
Marcille would know, she was looking at all two hundred of them right in front of her.
Or- was it?
Her eyes were a little bloodshot, staring down at the- the… the woman beneath her.
“27 per hand, 1, 2, 3…”
Her fingers were stained, nearly black at this point from the cold dry air around her. Still, they moved with precision, pointing to each bone, each little piece before her as she counted.
Recounted.
“Tibia, fibula, femurs… how many was it for the-“
Marcille muttered to herself as she nudged a kneecap back into place, picking them both up and hesitating before swapping which side they were on. That looked… better.
Who was she kidding?
She counted each toe, each rib, all 24 vertebrae. Struggling to keep the sternum and clavicles balanced in the right places. It was frustrating, her fingers were numb but every time she lifted them to her mouth to breathe life back into them, she smelt the gore-soaked into her skin and went back to work.
Setting her hand on the skull for a moment, Marcille’s thumb traced the cranial sutures.
“We couldn’t find your ears...” Marcille muttered to the woman under her hand, a frown finding its place on her sunken features. “Sorry… but I doubt at this point a missing stapes or two will change the outcome.” A silent laugh left her throat and she made sure the skull was still in place, careful not to chip any teeth.
The look on Laois' face when he found it was still on her mind, the sheer dread and panic that he had failed to hide that she now felt in turn. It made her shiver, closing her eyes for a moment to focus again.
She counts each rib, unsure if she’s done it already, doubting herself if the scapulas are facing the right way. The names of each bone are burned in the back of her throat like a sick prayer as she goes over them again.
There are two hundred and six bones in the body of the woman she loves. She knows, she’s held every single one of them.
Marcille finally stands, numb to the elbows but she grips Ambrosia without falter. She steels her resolve and backs away from Falin to get in position.
This has to work.
“Okay… I’m going to begin.”
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Sometimes…
Sometimes it’s not about if the horror is “objectively good”.
Sometimes you just wanna watch something fucked up.
And that’s ok.
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someone has got to know; you’ve got to know!!
CRT TVs are so weird and scary; they’ve been described as “cryptids” which sounds about right; they emit this weird high pitched noise which hurts slightly and i think just how did i exist that many years with it in the background (how did i exist that many years in the wrong gender!!)
the last time i saw a CRT TV in person was when i was in some derelict house and i had to get out of there. fast; the last time before that i had only known myself by my name a year—apart from family, everyone i knew then is no longer in my life, it’s like i’ve moved worlds
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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.
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Hi it's just to let you know that the official romanization of Revaan's name is Raverne ! Also they have romanized Baul's name to Baur !
Twst coming back at us again with the least expected romanization! thank you everybody (oh god my inbox) (no it's great, I literally asked for this and the reactions have been INCREDIBLE, thank you all!)
I do like Raverne though, I think it's got a nice fancy sound to it! (I had kinda suspected it was going to be an R instead of an L, so the fact that it's SO close to Laverne except for that is hilarious to me personally.) and Dragoneye Duke is honestly probably the best translation for his title, I wasn't envying the localizers that one. :') Baur instead of Baul I was NOT expecting, but in retrospect I think his name's supposed to be a reference to the Bauru crocodile, so that actually makes way more sense!
someone else also said Meleanor has become Maleanor, which is the REALLY weird one to me, because I was so surprised it was written as Mel instead of Mal in the first place?! oh god no I can't decide which one I like better. 😭 (I wonder if they might change it to Mal...they have made romanization changes before) (like I remember House of Distraction being corrected to House of Destruction in Playful Land) (I did check and she's still Mel for now, but I dunno, they might Mal her up and some point and save me from having to make a decision about which one to use) (HECK I CAN'T DECIDE)
uhhhh thank you for letting me ramble about anime names, let's just say MONOGRAMMED SWEATERS FOR EVERYONE
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