"Hey, are you going to visit your parents today?"
"I don't know if I should."
"Why not?"
"Because every time I go to the cemetery to visit, I break down in tears, and I don't want to risk Akumatization while visiting their graves."
"..."
"..."
"..."
"..."
"What?"
"Sorry, I just had the most vivid image of me bashing in Hawkmoth's skull."
A possible scene (that may change) of an OC and her friend discussing visiting her parents graves in the Miraculous Ladybug universe.
I've had this scene of Nathaniel, Annette (my OC) and her other friends discussing visiting Annette's parents' graves on either the day of their death or their wedding anniversary. And Annette is concerned that doing so will put her on Hawkmoth's radar, and her friends just get so angry on her behalf because Annette 100% has the right to visit her parent's graves and feel whatever emotions doing so will bring up.
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Gosh... my arm still aches. Toke my third vaccination boost for corona 19 two days back.
And not one day to late!! /o’0 ‘o/
My city is flaring up again as the common flue makes it’s passes with approaching winter frost and folk huddle inside. Even mom got infected. Damn virus!! Don’t worry though. She is ok. It’s mild, goes first in line for every new safe boost, working in the health care. BUT STILL!!! >U
TIME TO CLEAN (apartment an body dammit!)
AND GET IMMUNE SYSTEM UP WITH EXERCISER!!!!
To be frank.
I fell back on fast food a week or so ago, better get back on that health horse.
Home cooked stuff are tastier anyways. But the fuuucking convenience breaks down my walls on weak lazy days.
Who the hell agreed that fast food joints be allowed so close to my apartment HUH!?!!
I shall reach my 62 kg you shit! ANd I need my health and my money to wait this out thank you very much!!!!!!!
On a more fun note~!
HALLOWEEN ARE CLOSING IN!!!!!!!! \^ W^/ LET BE HERE SOON!!!!
We already got fall, so that’s a BIG plus too. Gonna go and visit my family in the graveyard, prettify their graves and light candles. Honestly a good moving time. Fun imagining their souls hanging around, looking over us. Least it is to me.
Lets celebrate this with a seelmary Halloween vid, YEESSSSSSSSSSSSSS<3
‘EDIT’
ah yes, almost forgot to mention.
new art may be coming in a steady stream soon.
Undecided when as I am still enjoying not posting/calling/emailing much of anything. lol Only chatted some with close friends and IRL fam. Seemed to need it.
However. It is on it’s merry way compadres~
My longing for online life is surfacing again after it’s absence!
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james potter the most popular boy in school only had 1 person visit his grave for the longest time and it wasnt even his own son
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sorry i got asked about the themes of discipline today and one of the ones i said was “how remembering the dead can sometimes be the most meaningful act of resistance and love a person can do” and now i’m just thinking about it.
the shelled one’s first appearance featured a taunting string of the names of every player who had died above him. he was defeated by some of the most well remembered players in the league, in a last ditch attempt. idk man maybe it’s a little on the nose but it means a lot to me.
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Rancher!Graves x gn!Reader
Quiet mornings with Phil.
The ol' rambler house, on the ranch property.
For once, he sleeps in. Not by much, only just as the sky starts getting lighter. The sheets are crumpled over the both of you, legs tangled together and arms sprawled. He pulls you closer subconsciously as he slowly opens his eyes, grunting at the sight of one of the dogs staring up at him from your side of the bed.
He tries his best to slip out of bed without waking you, bless his heart, but it's difficult when he's just pulling himself off the mattress and you paw over his side, eyebrows furrowing when you don't feel him near.
"Sorry, sweetheart," he leans back down to kiss your forehead. "You can go back t' sleep if you want."
You pull at his shirt, trying your best to pull him back to sweet slumber, but his chest rumbles with quiet laughter.
"C'mon, baby, y'know I gotta get up." He runs a hand through your hair, thumb brushing over your cheek before his hand settles on the nape of your neck. "I'll make y' some tea, alright?"
He pulls away hesitantly, tucking you back under the blanket before he pads out of the room to brush his teeth. You drag yourself up eventually, clutching one of the brightly coloured throws around your shoulders as you make your way to the kitchen.
Phil can't help but smile as you waddle in, and he hugs you until the kettle starts whistling.
Mugs of tea and coffee in hand as you two sit on the big rocking chairs on the front porch. It's serene; gentle breeze brushing through the grass, birds chirping, dogs resting by their feet. He sighs, sinking back into the rocker as the sun pulls itself up from over the horizon.
He decides to take an easy day, making up his mind after making his rounds to check up on and feed the animals. The kitchen is warm, low hum of the radio as you work over the stove. He smiles as he kicks off his boots and pulls his gloves off in the mudroom, and he slips into the washroom to scrub his hands.
"Phil?" Called from the kitchen.
"Yes, puddin'?" He says, pulling himself around to the kitchen, wiping his hands on the thighs of his jeans.
You turn you head to look at him over your shoulder, and you smile at him. His heart melts.
"Made us some breakfast."
"Little late for that, ain't it?"
He slides up behind you, strong arms snaking around your waist and his nose burying in the crane of your neck while he watches you twirl the handle of the spatula in your hand.
"Better late than never."
"Thank you, angel."
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i love 911 for so many reasons, but ESPECIALLY because it doesn’t let the audience or it’s characters forget their traumas. in a long running show like this, it would be SO easy to have everything be one and done, moving everyone on and on and on through their world without ever looking back, hoping that when enough years go by, everything will balance out and no one will be affected by anything that came before
but that’s not how trauma works. that’s not how LIFE works
when you relapse, or watch your wife die, or watch your brother die, or spend a lifetime looking for a friend, when you live as a forgotten child or kill your abusive husband or accidentally kill an innocent girl on the job, that STICKS. that crawls into your skin and grafts to your bones and colors everything you will ever do for the rest of your life. whites are whiter and blacks are blacker and you either learn to live with it or lose your mind trying to keep it all in the shadows
and it’s not easy!! you WILL backtrack!! you will revert to unhealthy coping mechanisms and shut yourself down and fight tooth and nail to convince yourself you’re fine when you couldn’t be worse
you will fail. you will NEVER forget the worst moments of your life, and they will influence you until your very last breath whether you like it or not
and we get to SEE that. over and over and over, these people are fighting to LIVE, fighting their demons as many times as they have to because they know for a fact there’s a light at the end of the tunnel, and it looks a lot like a fire station loft in los angeles
it’s inspiring for them, for each other, for US. to see all that this group of people have lost and how hard the work to gain even MORE in the aftermath
and that is very very very fucking special
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