(it's not really happening i just think these are some of the best)

You can call an experience or relationship traumatic even if there’s no one you can/want to blame for what happened.

If you were traumatized by what happened, that impact is real even if it isn’t anyone’s fault. There are situations where everyone involved does their best with the information and abilities they have and someone still experiences trauma.

Abuse is not the only traumatic experience, just a common one. Not having your needs met for totally blameless reasons can be traumatic. Having your autonomy taken away by illness or other random chance can be traumatic. Many traumatizing experiences can happen when you’re utterly alone. Even ‘ordinary experiences’ can be traumatic in some contexts.

There’s no reason for trauma that’s ‘too silly’. If you’re traumatized, it’s not because you’re 'too sensitive’ and it doesn’t automatically mean you’re minimizing other people’s experiences.

You’re allowed to acknowledge your trauma. You’re allowed to look at experiences you’ve had through the lens of trauma. You’re allowed to grieve and process your traumatic experiences even if you don’t understand why they were traumatic or if similar experiences didn’t tramautize others you know.

You’re allowed to acknowledge how badly you were hurt even if you can’t point a finger at one person who hurt you.

I once hand made a girlfriend a 50 page leather bound book. It was an illustrated fairy tale about a princess and an eccentric magician. The magician had his heart broken so badly in the past that instead of keeping it in his chest where it could easily get hurt again, he kept it locked up in a rusty trunk under his bed, where it had withered into a shriveled apricot. A lot happens that cant really be summed up in one paragraph, but at the end, his apricot heart swells to the size of a house and they end up living happily ever after inside of it. It took me about a month to make, it was all rhyming, hand painted… something I was pretty gosh darn proud of. I really poured a lot into it, and I think its filled with some of my best paintings yet. Sadly in real life the story didn’t end as happy as it did in the book. Let’s just say I’m living alone in that giant apricot heart at the moment.
—  Matthew Gray Gubler

K but consider: autistic nico

•his special interest is mythomagic. he’s embarrassed by it cause its ‘childish’ but secretly spends all his time thinking about it and runs at least 2 blogs

•communication difficulties. sometimes words just. dont happen??? will, hazel and The Squad™ do their best to give him space and make him comfy

•nico who has eating problems because of ~sensory issues~ like he cant stand the texture of some food or it smells too strong. Will helps hims find foods he can Tolerate 

•The Boi stims with his ring!!! hazel gets him one o those fancy spinner rings as a gift and nico loves her so much……….. he puts it on the finger next 2 his skull ring and it makes him Happy

•Nico never really knowin how the people around him feel and worrying that he upsets them and they just dont say anything

•nico with executive dysfunction!!! i Yell

•nico w a Very Specific Schedule. he wakes at 6:00 every morning to get coffee and bring it back to his cabin before everyone else gets up. if someone else is in the dining pavilion everything is Fukt™.one time chiron gets a new brand of coffee and Hoooo Boi Nico is ready to Stab A Bitch for a full 24 hrs

i could go on tbh. autistic nico brings me Life

Befriending silence
Navin E.
Befriending silence

Befriending silence

There was a time when I was a young boy when I fought silence. Perhaps, it was a sign of things to come. I don’t really know.

I never found silence. I fought it. I didn’t look for it. If it ever approached, I allowed the noises in my head to escape into the open in the form of laughter, music or just words muttered under my breath.

We become a version of our parents at some point. Yes, I think we do. We fight it when we are young with taut flesh and an air of invincibility and self-made promises to not turn out like our parents, but it happens. Again, we fight it. It was the old photographs that I looked at.

My mother; always covering her laughter with her hand whenever she could, but she laughed. She smiled often, but there were moments when she truly laughed. The hands don’t cover her mouth and it’s a grin at best these days. A hint of a smile, I think. I see it within myself. The laughter faded a long time ago. I don’t know when.

I smile though. Artificial mostly, but the smiles are there; rehearsed so well that it convinces others that it reaches my eyes and reflects the calm in my soul. Life offered the perfect training.

The smiles continue, but silence began to surround me. Again, I don’t remember when exactly, but it was at a time when it rained. I sat outside and felt the rain on my flesh. That’s all I remember. This wasn’t calm; a calm that you reach through prayer and meditation.

This was chaos; anarchy of the soul, but only silence witnessed on the surface. I am not a prisoner to silence. It has befriended me.

Perhaps, it feels sorry for me. I don’t want it to, but it’s hard to explain to someone that you keep company with silence when your soul lives in turmoil.

Silence befriends me and I am grateful.

Comfort

I have no idea where this came from. *shrugs* enjoy anyway! 

Jack felt almost violated.

The guy two tables over from where he and Mark were seated kept staring at him and he felt like throwing his plate of food at him and running for the hills.

All he wanted was a nice, quiet lunch with his best friend.  He wanted to be weird and nearly choke on his food in laughter and talk about video games, but of course some guy had to be a creep and stare openly at him.

At first, Jack assumed that the guy was simply thinking and had his eyes fixed at some point in space and Jack just happened to sit in his line of sight.  It happened sometimes, Jack himself had done it and embarrassed himself.

He had complained to Mark that the table they sat in was gross and unclean and he wanted to move. Mark, perfect gentleman that he was, suggested moving tables, not really caring where they sat as long as food arrived soon.

As they got up to move to a booth across the room, Jack watched the guy out of the corner of his eye. The man’s eyes followed Jack’s every move as he walked and the guy even had to switch to the other side of the table to keep an eye on him.  

Jack felt chills run up his spine.  He didn’t like controversy, he couldn’t just walk up and tell the guy to fuck off, so he opted to try to ignore him, focusing his attention on a happy, carefree Mark.

Jack tried his best to behave normally, but Mark almost immediately picked up on the shift in his behavior.  He was quiet, not as animated… almost shy, and that raised several red flags in Mark’s mind.

“Are you okay, Jack?”

Jack startled to attention the moment he heard his name.  He knew Mark was in the middle of a long monologue and the fact that he cut it short to ask Jack assured him that he could sense the tense atmosphere.

“Well… “ Jack trailed off, not exactly sure how to handle the situation.  On one hand, he didn’t want to ruin lunch for Mark, but on the other, he was feeling the intensity of the stranger’s stare all over him and it was making him increasingly uncomfortable.

Mark leaned toward him, squinting, “Just tell me, Jack.  You look like you’re about to be sick.”

The stranger had moved a table closer to them.

Jack leaned forward as well, lowering his voice so only Mark could hear, “There’s someone staring at me. They were staring when we first sat down, but I thought he was just lost in thought and staring into space, ya know? But when we moved, he kept looking. He changed seats and everything. Now he’s inching closer table by table and I really don’t want to deal with this will you sit by me?”

The last bit of the sentence came as a bit of a surprise to Jack.  He hadn’t meant to say it out loud, but as the words slipped over his tongue, he knew them to be true.  He would feel much better if his best friend sat at his side.  

Mark smirked, “You just want me to sit by you.  Can’t get enough of the Markimoo.”

Jack scowled and kicked Mark under the table, making the other man wince.  “This is not funny he’s two tables over.  Help me.”

“Alright, alright, here I come.”

Expecting Mark to simply sit down and go back to his monologue, Jack squished himself against the wall and slid his plate of food with him, perfectly content in the small space.

Of course it couldn’t be that simple.

Mark slid into the booth beside him, but instead of reaching for his place and continuing to eat, he leaned back and threw an arm around Jack’s shoulders.

Jack jerked, surprised, his back went ramrod straight.  He looked over at Mark’s face, perfectly calm and collected and gave him a ‘what the ever-loving fuck are you doing?’ look.

Mark gave him a sly grin, “Well, he may be put off by the sight of your dashingly handsome boyfriend.”

Jack rolled his eyes, trying not to concentrate on Mark as the asshole ran his fingers through his hair. That motion was nothing but pure porn and he needed to cut that shit out before some waitress passed the fuck out or the police got involved.  

Or, you know, Jack lost his cool and climbed in Mark’s lap like he was dying to do.

“You wish you had a boyfriend as good looking as me.” Jack said, trying to divert Mark’s attention away from his nearly scarlet face and wondering eyes.

Calm down, Jackaboy. Down, boy.  Not the time or place to molest your best friend.  

Peeking around Mark, Jack could just see the creep from earlier still staring.  Seeking comfort, he pressed himself into the warmth of Mark’s side.  The arm around his shoulders suddenly seemed protective and safe, it was no longer a joke to Jack, it was real protection.

He could appreciate Mark trying to distract him, though.

“He still there?”

Jack nodded and Mark sighed, diving into a ridiculous story to try and distract him.  

Halfway through the tale of Mark getting stung by a bee in his childhood, the stranger moved to a table right next to him.  Jack felt real fear bubble in his gut.

If this guy was willing to make a fool of himself in front of Mark, Jack, and the rest of the happily oblivious customers of the restaurant, there was no limit to what he would do to Jack.

Mark was flailing his arms in a show of his distress at the bee of his childhood when Jack made a desperate decision.  

Throwing every fuck he ever gave about anything to the wind, he reached forward, tangled his fingers in the front of Mark’s shirt, and yanked him down to press their lips together.

A rash decision in a desperate moment can change a life forever.

Mark froze in place and Jack couldn’t help but think “Please, please, Mark.  Save me this one time.  I need it, please.”

To his surprise, Mark seemed to grasp the situation and sprang into action, wrapping his strong arms around Jack and crushing him to his chest.

The steady heartbeat against his own, the hands roaming across this back, and the lips sliding against his own told him that he was loved, cherished, safe.  There would be no harm coming to him as long as those arms were his security.  

Oops, he got lost in his fantasy again.  

Breaking himself away from his dreamland and from Mark, Jack poked his head around Mark’s shoulder to find the guy gone.  He was still cradled in Mark’s arms, so when he relaxed in relief, he practically melted all over Mark’s chest.  

Jack heard him inhale sharply as his head came to rest on Mark’s shoulder.

Realizing what position he was in, Jack began to lean away and apologize.  “I’m sorry, man.  I was just so scared and thank you for going along with it.  You could have-.”

His sentence was cut short by Mark’s warm lips molding against his own once again.  

Hands gripped his shoulders, pulling his closer.  He could feel a strong, quick heart thumping in Mark’s chest and he could never describe the feeling of happiness that spread through him.

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(You’re all asking about TSH so I figured I might as well answer all of you at once)

1. *finger guns and sunglasses* I woke up at noon and decided to finish reading it lol

2. Honestly, no clue but it’s fascinating. I don’t usually like books from pre-2000 but this one just left me in shock.

3,4,5. It’s really good, but also really dark. If you’re into the whole “dark academia” thing and Kill Your Darlings (which I still have yet to watch but there’s a textpost somewhere that calls them “dark academia”) then yes, totally. The book summary isn’t very sufficient so I’ll do my best:

In 559 pages of unreliable narration, latent bisexuality, and overdramatic storytelling, Richard Papen tells the story of his years in Hampden. He joins a Greek class with only five other students and slowly makes his way into their eccentric, misfit group. All is well–for a while. But his friends have their secrets and what was meant to be a nice year of learning Greek and actually having friends for once turns into a plot to hide what they’ve done and fucked up confrontations and the end of everything.

Meanwhile, Richard never asked for any of this and Francis just wants to sleep.

To answer that last question, it’s not primarily gay. It’s more of an offhand thing, but one of the characters is gay but he doesn’t date any of the characters and it’s not a terribly significant part of the story other than being part of the reason at least two of his friends are having sexuality crises. It’s still significant, don’t get me wrong, but it’s not the main focus.

ALSO A SHORT LIST OF TRIGGER WARNINGS BECAUSE I CAN’T FIND A LIST RIGHT NOW:

  • Incest
  • Murder
  • Alcohol
  • Smoking
  • Abuse
  • a few mentions of noncon
  • Slurs (both racist and homophobic and maybe some more)

I think there might be a few more, but proceed with caution if you still plan on reading.

ohstardustgirl replied to your post: man there is some quality dick discourse happening…

I have been lurking and enjoying the discourse, I really need to see more of Diego’s movies other than Y Tu Mama.

I really, really enjoyed Solo Quiero Caminar. That would deffo be the movie I would start with and I have a link to it if you need it.

El bufalo de la noche is… not his best. And I think he knows it. And it’s not because of his acting ability - the whole thing is just all over the place. This was the movie, I think, where he got super frustrated with the director and had to take a time out from movies for a minute. It’s mostly just Diego’s character hopping from sex scene to sex scene (which is delightful in its own very, very explicit way) but that doesn’t make for a super compelling movie.

Rudo y Cursi is a fun one and he’s teamed back up with Gael. I liked this movie a lot. If only for Gael singing “I want you to want me” - in Spanish. Super cheesily.

Solo Dios Sabe will ruin your whole entire life and throw you into an existential crisis but I hella recommend it. I still cry over this movie. It’s on YouTube with quality subtitles.

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Thanks to @angelandsilverlover for the request!

Part 6: What happens when you combine three spirits? You get some powerful gods with the power to manipulate time and space. I gotta say, it took me quite a while to decide on a design for each that I really liked (how do you even add time eater its literally just smoke??), but I think these are the best combination they could have.

ALRIGHT I AM FINALLY DONE

BLEACH IS FINALLY ALMOST DEAD and yet

I made my peace with this ship a long time ago but sometimes you can’t help being nostalgic.  Sometimes the feelings don’t ever really go away.  Even if it was all just scraps and never really meant anything, when it does to you it’s hard to shake.

So one last, proper sendoff to one of my first real ships?  A last moment in an epilogue that even in a post-Korrasami, post-Steven Universe world will still linger somewhere in the back of my head, or in some parallel universe.

@varaenthefallen tagged me in this WIP game:

WIP Game Rules: Go to page 7 of your WIP, count down 7 lines, share 7 sentences, and then tag 7 other writers.

So here’s a bit from the current chapter of Anabasis, some of which people have already seen the notes for. By a bizarre coincidence, that scene ended up on page 7, so here it is in it’s final form.

(Also, I’m doing a little more than 7 lines because it doesn’t make sense otherwise. The actual seven lines start about half-way down.)

“What happened?”

Obi-Wan frowned, but it was Anakin who answered. “Someone offered Boba Fett one million credits to kill you,” he said. “Which is ridiculous. He should have charged at least three million.”

Padmé could only shake her head. She knew him well enough to know that was his idea of a compliment. She also knew it was sincerely meant, which really only made it worse. It was probably best to just ignore it.

“Oh?” said Obi-Wan. He sounded caught somewhere between annoyance and a morbid curiosity. “And how much are you worth, then?”

Padmé watched Anakin open his mouth to answer, and then close it again. Something old and sharp-edged appeared in his eyes, glinting like the stroke of a knife.

“Fifteen thousand Republic credits, roughly,” he said. There was no inflection at all in his voice. “I know it seems like a lot, but I’m a good mechanic, so that makes me more valuable.”

Okay I’ll actually tag some other people this time, but only do it if you want to: @scowlofjustice, @nimblermortal, @grand-duc, @terresdebrume and uh….anybody else on my dash who writes and isn’t writing TFA-related stuff.

anonymous asked:

What about a post-reconciliation scenario where Misaki and Saruhiko have to babysit Minoru and Megumi? Maybe they have to stay over in the SaruMi apartment for a week or something while their parents go on a trip? I just think the idea has potential for cuteness!

Maybe it happens that it’s the first free weekend Fushimi’s had since the end of S2 and he and Yata haven’t really had a lot of time to have their talk so Yata invites him over for the weekend. Except it turns out that Yata’s parents have like some kind of family emergency on his stepdad’s side and Yata’s mom calls him because they need to go out of town but there’s no one to watch Minoru and Megumi. Yata tries to explain that he and Fushimi had plans and his mom is like oh you can bring Saruhiko with you, Minoru and Megumi have been asking about him. In the end Yata gives in and says he’ll be there in a bit. He tells Fushimi what happened and at first Fushimi’s like no way I’m leaving but Yata manages to convince him to come along because they can still talk and besides Yata’s siblings haven’t seen Fushimi in forever.

So they get to Yata’s old place and his mom greets them and fusses over Fushimi since it’s been so long and look at how skinny and unhealthy you still are. She gives Yata their contact numbers and what to do in an emergency and Yata’s like come on I’m fine, Yata’s mom isn’t so sure about that but she figures well, you’ll probably be all right since Saruhiko’s here too. Meanwhile Megumi and Minoru come to the door and Yata’s like hey, your big brother is here to babysit you. They ignore him and go straight for Fushimi, Minoru asking Fushimi all this stuff about what happened with jungle and Megumi keeps hugging his legs and poor Fushimi has no idea what to do. Yata’s a little offended at being ignored but watching Fushimi and kids is cute so he doesn’t mind so much. They hustle the kids inside and it’s about lunch time so Yata asks what everyone wants for lunch. They want whatever Saru’s having, Yata’s like no you need to eat actual healthy food and I mean all of you. Fushimi clicks his tongue and looks away, Yata makes healthy rice with pineapples for everyone.

The rest of the weekend is spent wrangling children and trying to talk to each other in between. Having Minoru and Megumi there actually helps things a little because whenever there’s like a tense moment or it seems like someone’s said the wrong thing the kids will show up and start wanting attention and asking questions that even Fushimi can’t get too annoyed about answering. They both dance around the thing where they weren’t friends for a while because they don’t really want to talk about it in front of Yata’s siblings but Minoru at least seems to get that there was something weird between Yata and Fushimi. He asks Fushimi about it at one point when Yata’s in the other room cooking and Fushimi grudgingly admits maybe, Minoru is surprised because they were so close and he asks if Fushimi’s gonna leave again. Fushimi doesn’t really know how to respond but then Yata shows up with food and smiles at him and Fushimi’s breath catches a little. Minoru and Megumi note this and decide to play matchmaker between their stupid brother and their brother’s awesome boyfriend and spend the rest of the weekend trying sneaky ways to get Fushimi and Yata together.

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Heyyo! Remember when I said I was starting commissions? WELL GUESS WHAT FOOLS, ITS HAPPENING!!!!!

I’m not the best at writing, so I’m typing the rules and stuff down here!

1. I do need at least some kind of reference on what the character looks like. Pictures are obviously the best, but if you want your oc drawn and you don’t have anything else made yet, we can see if there is anything I can do :)

2. I don’t really think I want to draw anything too nsfw. I’l draw nudity, but that’s about as far as I’ll go. No explicit sex, gore, or fetishes. You can like that, but ya can’t make me draw it.

3. I am willing to draw pets and extra characters, but since that’s such a wide topic, we should discuss prices on that depending on the image. The most I’d charge is double if the second character or pet was just as important and detailed as the character.

4. Backgrounds are free and I’ll send you one with and one without a background! They just have to be simple.

5. If you want a commission, message me! You can dm me on here or email me at trentonenix@gmail.com! I’ll respond as soon as I can! :)

When Jack’s lips touch Bitty’s for the first time– lord, it’s heaven. It’s sweet apple pie on a warm summer day, the rush after a celly, long walks home past faber in the middle of the night. Jack pulls away for a moment, stares at Bitty’s face, at the tear tracks down his cheeks and thinks, I love you, I love you, I love you.

Bitty keeps his eyes eyes closed in equal parts wonder and disbelief. It’s something Bitty never thought he’d have, and part of him thinks that it isn’t real, it’s some kind of terrible dream, because this kind of thing just doesn’t happen to him. 

But then Jack’s kissing him again, all soft and slow and dizzying, and it’s just about the best moment of Bitty’s life.

They break apart when Jack’s phone starts to ring. That’s… uh. That’s my phone. I should… Jack starts to say, though he doesn’t stop looking at the deep brown of Bitty’s eyes, the soft pink blush on his cheeks, the light dusting of freckles over the bridge of his nose. …Oh, Bitty whispers, eyes still half-closed.

I gotta go, Jack says again, finally reading the urgent texts from both his father and George. 

Okay.

Then suddenly Bitty’s hands are on his chest again, soft like they’re not sure if they should really be there. I gotta go, but I’ll text you, okay? Jack promises, weakly holding onto Bitty’s arms. They’re so small compared to him, and he can nearly wrap a hand around each bicep– Christ, but Bitty’s small.

Okay, Bitty repeats.

Jack takes another step back but can’t bring himself to let go of Bitty quite yet, the warm weight of his hands in Jack’s both too much and not enough. They move at the same time, Bitty reaching up on his toes and Jack ducking his head. They kiss again, and somehow it’s even better than the last one, their lips moving together as easy as breathing.

I’ll text you, Jack tells Bitty again, moving towards the door.

Okay… 

Jack’s gone then, and Bitty can hear his heavy footsteps all the way out the door and into the yard of the Haus. He blinks once, twice, tries to shake himself of whatever dream he’s caught up in. Bitty takes a deep breath, feels the way his lips still tingle from where Jack had pressed against them just moments ago.

He sits down on the chair hard, eyes wide in shock. His phone is buzzing not a minute later– and sure enough, it’s a text from Jack, just like he’d promised.

I love you, Bitty reads, and suddenly he’s crying and laughing all at once. Then, I’ve loved you for a long time.

Bitty brings his phone to his chest and sighs. This boy.

That Southern Gothic Magic

There are so many things I should be doing right now. Instead, I wrote a stupid fucking fic about the otp and a stupid fucking live oak tree. 3000 words, and I’m not even sure what just happened. Enjoy.
Update: lowkey edited, but not really

Really, why couldn’t he have left her tree alone? It wasn’t hurting him; it wasn’t hurting anyone. The old oak had just sat there looking pretty and gothic, like something out of the books she liked to read curled up in the hammock she’d hung from its spreading boughs. Sure, some of the limbs stretched their way over his property, and maybe a root or two poked its way up into his pretty gardens, but it was only doing its best – just like the rest of them. Even Soul “Tree Hater” Evans had to appreciate the shade it cast on those killer summer days. 

But nooo, mister bad-hair-dye-and-cheap-ass-contacts couldn’t leave well enough alone, of course not. He’d whined and complained and bitched for months that the “damn tree” kept “dropping its filthy spanish moss all over his lily garden.” Bees lived in that shit, didn’t she know? 

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Accidental boner

When you spent the night at your best friends house you didn’t expect to wake up to a boner pressed against your hip, but that is exactly what happened.

After a night of fun at the hood residence you and Calum had fallen asleep listening to some random song be wanted you to hear. Now though all you could think about was the hard thing pressed against you as Calum cuddled you in his sleep.

“Fuck… oh god y/n… just like that..” he mumbled those type of things for about five minutes before something in his dream must have woken him. Quickly you shut your eyes pretending to be asleep. He groans softly as he realizes what has happened.

“Shit.” He whisper yells causing you to actually giggle letting him know you’re awake. “Y/n, I’m sorry I didn’t mean for this to happen.” You laugh at him being frustrated.

“No really its fine, how about…” you think twice before actually saying it. “How about I help you with your problem?”

“Wait… really??” He looks shocked but as you stead him his face turns into a smirk. “Get ready for a long night baby girl.”

Here Comes A Thought

So, the latest Steven Universe episode really got to me. Not only was the animation stunning and the music was beautiful, but the message was the thing that got me because I’ve been going through some stuff lately.

What I got out of “Mindful Education” was this: everything will be ok.

For the past few months, my emotional state has not been the best. There has been a ton of drama in my family and amongst some of my friends. I ended up in the middle of it. I thought that this is just the way the world works, that this happens to everyone and I have no reason to complain or be hurt. I tried my best to hide my pain with smiles and laughs. But it didn’t really do much to help

This episode has taught me that thinking about it will hurt, but it’s the best way to deal with it. If you ignore it, it’ll only get worse and you’ll just dig yourself into a deeper hole. Once you think about your problems and deal with them, all of a sudden they seem manageable, at least for me.

Once I realized this, I was happier, more or less. They problems are still there, but I am able to handle them better now. And now I know that any problem you may have will not be the end all, be all. If you’re sad now, just know that things will be better. Happier days are ahead.

You may not know it, but you have support in your life, whether it be your friends, family members, significant other, or others who are close to you. No one is alone on this earth, even though you may feel like it. Believe me, I’ve felt alone multiple times. But I opened up to my mother and my roommate, and let me tell you, I felt a lot better when I let everything off my chest. Talking about it made me realize that I was over analyzing a few things and that I could deal with these problems.

So, if any of you need to talk to me about anything, feel free to message me. I’ll do whatever I can to help you through anything that is troubling you.

I’m here

Just thinking..

The other timeline, where we meet Future Trunks, honestly really messes me up.

This is a timeline where a lot of the things we know happens, doesn’t happen
A lot of characters won’t exist, they were never born in his timeline

There is no Goten, definitely no Pan or Bra/Bulla
Gohan would have never met Videl
Krillin wouldn’t have a girlfriend
Pretty sure Piccolo is dead
And everyone else
Goku is dead
I mean?? This is some really dark stuff
Almost every character we have ever known and loved, is dead. That’s it. It’s a sad timeline.

Now look, his other self, the little Trunks we all know:
He’s living in a much happier time
He has a little sister, he has a best friend
There is so much growth, new life being born into this world.

It’s just crazy how there’s a Gohan fighting a war with the androids, and a Gohan holding his new born daughter.
There’s Trunks also fighting with the androids, and another Trunks playing with his little sister

Okay but…The franchise has had Madrid premieres in the past right? And I imagine because Moscow got canceled, they decided to go to Madrid because it’s a familiar venue and fits the pattern of the previous years. And it’s relatively close to the other premiere locations like Paris and London. Not too much traveling there.

So really, I wouldn’t start worrying or speculating, but that’s just me. Like guys, come on; it’s a whole extra premiere! That means more promotion, more suit Josh, more gorgeous Jen, and an opportunity for more cute moments between the cast. What’s not to love?

The other day, I was talking to a friend about D Gray Man (because that’s what I do best) and after a little while, it kinda hit me that, if you tell the story as it is, it isn’t a happy story.

I mean, sure we joke about how sad and tragic the story is, and it is true. But yet, if we read the story, we also know there’s a lot of light hearted  moments, really fun parts and overral, always a good feeling to it. 

Yet in a way those elements seems a bit absent if you focus on telling the story straight forward with just the events that happen. It seems unreal that there’s actually as much light hearted moments when you hear some of the basics dilema and storylines. 

So I was kind of thinking about what was making the light moments work, why, even by being hit by the tragic of the situations, we have such a good feeling reading this manga, why the tragedy doesn’t wear us off. 

And in the end it all comes down to the characters who are extremely self aware of the tragedy around them and decided to hold on together still. 

The comedy, the good moments, they come from when the characters just focus on each others, to care about one another. In the end, that’s the scene where Lavi, Lenalee,Allen and Chaoji discuss of what they’re going to do when they’re in the Ark that describe it the best. They refuse to give up to the tragedy and they’re going to still laugh about it, still going to care about one another. 

And in a way it is so positive and heartwarming. In a way it’s where dgm truly works - without shying away from the drama, it gives us a lot of safe moments in the manga in order to rest, to recover with our characters, and all is due to the bonds they all create together. 

It’s always amazing to appreciate.