standing at the bus stop with the winter sun, listening to northbound by grace petrie, was a moment from today that was so <3

I think the difference between nimona (comic) and nimona (film) is that the comic is so much more about being mentally ill and the film is so much more about being queer. don't ask me why just know it

there’s also just. something about how overwhelmingly ruby identifies herself (/has been identified by everyone she knows) with summer—to such an extreme degree that her self-loathing manifests as castigating herself for not being summer—and how little ruby knows about her at the same time, and how ruby fills in the gaps of what she doesn’t know with pieces of herself. the idea of summer as a funhouse mirror alienating ruby from true self-knowledge because she cannot recognize herself except by looking for her mother. and now she’s tearing away at the foundations of that mirror (life isn’t a fairytale and here, take this, it’s the only keepsake she has of her mother’s and by extension it’s the abstracted image of herself) because she wants to escape who she is—& as this happens the narrative draws the truth of summer rose closer to the surface, no longer the flawless (inhuman) paragon of motherly and heroic virtue but the real person who was (is) both good and bad and complicated; a living breathing individual who i increasingly suspect will turn out to be not very much like ruby at all, not in the sense that she was like ruby once and is now jaded and broken but rather that she never was, because the idea of summer rose is so very strongly informed by who ruby is and the implicit pressure ruby has always felt to ‘live up to’ the memory of this fairytale character everyone says is just. like. her.

it’s less about detangling ruby’s sense of self from summer’s legacy than it is ruby discovering that so much of what she thought she received from her mother was actually just her, all along, projected onto the blank (dehumanized) mannequin of someone she couldn’t remember except as the proverbial knight in shining armor. crescent rose stands apart as the one piece of ruby that has no connection to summer, whether real or imagined, because it carries forward something real—qrow was not a mythic paragon in ruby’s life, he was her uncle, for better and worse, the mentor who trained her and supported her but also the unreliable alcoholic she had to take care of, and from the complicated messiness of genuine connection with another person ruby was able to take inspiration and synthesize it with her personal style and personality to arrive at something that is both proud of its heritage and fully and uniquely her—which is why it’s missing now, because it symbolizes the idea of ruby rose that she wants to escape. (but can’t escape, because so much of what she sees as summer is actually ruby.)

the brooch goes in the other direction; it might be the only thing ruby has that is truly and unambiguously summer’s, so narratively of course she had to give it away. only by sacrificing the one piece of herself that really did belong to summer first can ruby begin to smooth out the funhouse mirror of everything else—she needs to sever the true connection to summer before she can cut through the gordian knot of every illusory connection and discover that she was looking at distortions of herself all along, and only then can she return to the question of summer’s legacy (her real legacy, not the legacy of the paragon) and decide what she wants to carry forward. which is to say, she’s getting the brooch back, but she has to get crescent rose back first—because finding crescent rose means vanquishing the alienation that has made her a stranger to herself, and she can’t truly choose or cherish the things she received from her mother until she really knows herself.

I’m graduating this year 🥹

Gosh I need to replay botw so badly but my brother isn’t home and he’d be sad if I started it without him

some tentative sketches of my tfp insert, rose alarie, agent fowler’s overworked assistant

it is soooo fucked up that you can still be affected by things that happened to you ten years ago. I am so fucking mad that what some fucking 21 yr old punk ass did to me still has real life ramifications almost ten years later. i am still dealing with that shit. thats so fucking stupid. i should be allowed to either charge him money or go beat him up personally. can you imagine if a 21 year old tried some shit with me today. i’d laugh. go get his ass girl.

Cha Siyeon x Iklies are so Makima x Denji coded

as a 17 year old who has a crush on pjo characters i feel VERY odd watching them as children like i am obviously not attracted to the actors just the versions of the characters in my head who are also 17 it’s just an odd sensation

yea i get that 100%

i'm sorry i dont understand people who don't like OoT Zelda like you're heated over a 4TH GRADER????? tf she do to you????

your tastes change, but you get stuck with growing up in a place suited to your earliest, most juvenile inclinations. nobody tells you that when you're a kid though.

I don’t know why people keep like self shipping with Scott Pilgrim IT’S LIKE… You DO REALIZE the whole point of Scott Pilgrim is to point out that Scott Pilgrim is a piece of shit loser who dated a 17 year old, RIGHT?!

wait im graduating for the first time in december!

Still thinking about just how ready WBY were to throw hands with themselves lmao

honestly the idea of newton and lance both ending up w gfs is funny to me only bc ik the two of them would have COMPLETELY DIFFERENT reactions the moment they realize they're in love w the girl they're now dating

basically newton's reaction vs lance's reaction

FRANCIS: I cannot put you from my thoughts. I have never made the acquaintance of so enchanting a woman. All that passion simmering beneath the surface... ISABEL: First you kiss me, and now you're comparing me to a pot of soup? What's next? FRANCIS: A lifetime together... is what I'm hoping. ISABEL: You and I, how can you presume...? FRANCIS: I realize I have few prospects and I… I haven't much to offer you other than my word as a gentleman that I will never lie to, nor will I ever, ever hurt you. ISABEL: You're serious, aren't you? FRANCIS: I have never been more serious in my entire life. And you... deny your feelings for me? ISABEL: Aye, I can, I've been denying my feelings all my life... What makes you think I can stop now? FRANCIS: ... Love? After a lifetime of sacrifice and duty to others, we deserve some happiness of our own making. We're not young, so each and every moment is precious.