Someone Finally Gets The Unbreakable Thread.

I'm deforestation

quiz: are you a marsh, swamp, bog, or fen?

That's why God made this blorbo of a blog site. Keep writing. Soon, this grief will become indistinguishable from the rest.

Moash should be a shybreaker. (And not cause of justice is blind thing. His blindness should just be blindness. An injury not a punishment)

Teft was although a friend. Was an enemy combatant.

Yes he is vindictive. His greatest flaw is that he is gullible. He is loyal until he isn't.

And he seems to get betrayed by every ideal he swear.

But in the end. He didn't, as much got betrayed by people, as much as he got betrayed by the institution.

There was simply nothing he could do once the law was thrown out the window. And vengeance is just another face of justice.

So having him as a skybreaker who is devoted to an ideal and at the end becoming law itself seems a better arc. And having been on side of the vengeance he can judge better. And unlike nale, Moah isn't a machine. He wants to be but he isn't. He understands compassion and forgiveness.

He is one of my favorite characters. It would be interesting to see whom he chooses as his third ideal.

Alternatively.

He can be an awakened radiant (corrupted) As he is shunned by both human and singer. Seems like he would fit within the awakened truthwatchers. And purely cause it be funny. He hated renarin. Or hated the idea of him.

But renarin is such a sunshine boy if anyone can make moash see past his hateded its renarin.

He should not be dead. He should live and learn and grow and grow old.

Not as a cautionary tale but as a reminder that we can make better choices.

🥺

gimme that both doing our own thing in the same space, comfortable and listening to music but we occasionally kiss and joke around kinda love

Wish them healing—after I'm done fucking them up.

“Never wish them pain. That’s not who you are. If they caused you pain they must have pain inside. Wish them healing.”

— Najwa Zebian

I want to kiss you so bad. Hard and deep.

         So everytime your lips meet

         You could still taste me.

You know what guys I don't make the rules but just personally I feel like every good group MUST have the following:

A technically skilled science/tech dweeb everyone underestimates who would actually do very well in prison; secret freak. LGBTQ rep. Hyperfixates. Voted #1 most likely to violate the Geneva conventions. Voted #1 most likely to still consider their childhood rival their sworn enemy well into adulthood.

Highly neurotic yet low-key super competent weirdo who wears cargo pants and just wants everything to be normal for five goddammit minutes but is still somehow in the front row when the shit hits the fan. Will hold your beer and watch you eat concrete trying to perform an impromptu backflip at a house party. Will drive you to the hospital afterwards. Probably won't yell at you if you puke in their car.

High-society classy ho who obviously outshines everyone else in fancy social settings. Dresses well, speaks well, holds themselves well, fits right in with the snooty upper class bastards. Their deep dark secret? The heart and soul of a dirty peasant. Nobody can know that oysters and caviar make them wanna hurl. Secret pleasures include doritos, ugly pajamas, and bad daytime TV. Their parents suck.

Conventionally attractive and charismatic "leader" figure who outwardly appears calm, cool, and collected until the pressure is off and the anxiety disorder comes out. Has an organized sock drawer. Does meal prep once a week. Goes to the gym regularly. Seems like they have all their shit together until you get a phone call at 4 in the afternoon because their hand is glued to a barstool and they can't explain how it happened

Awkward and uncharasmatic "leader" figure who has more street smarts than book smarts and doesn't seem to take anything seriously until all the cards are down. Edgy backstory. Is visibly disappointed when they find out you don't know an important life skill. Somehow the most competent person of the group when left to their own devices. But can they learn to trust... the power of friendship?

An inanimate thing which is so beloved that it might as well have a personality at this point. Bonus points if it's obviously kinda dumpy and busted.

When I was young

Alone in my time of need

An angel came to me

He offered to be my shield

If I could show him selfless beauty

So I became an artist

When I got a bit older

In my time of need

I called for the Monster

He offered to keep me sane

if I could help those in need

as an exchange

So I became a listener

When I was at my breaking point

The devil spoke to me

He offered me his silver tongue

In exchange of letting him feel loved

So I became a refuge for all

Then I met you

And i saw tears in your eyes

Came a voice

A feeling blooming

I couldn't deny

If you are to be the moon in the sky

I'd be the darkness by your side

Always in sight but never in reach

So I became a beast

A wolf longing for you for all time

The other three turned to you too

As the world lost meaning

And now you are gone

And we hate everything

judas had the decency to hang himself in remorse, but i thought you needed a little help | hannibal (mizumono, dolce) // fernando pessoa, the book of disquiet, tr. richard zenith // hannibal (secondo) // tears and saints, emil cioran, tr. ilinca zarifopol johnstone // hannibal (digestivo, the wrath of the lamb)