You know, it’s pretty wild just how much I can relate to so many of the SU characters. Like, all of the main characters are like me in some way, not to mention some of the humans too like Lars and his fear of what people think of him, Sadie and her overbearing mom, Kiki not being able to tell someone no. Hell, even Yellow Diamond’s tyranical ass repressing her emotions and literally singing an entire song about what’s the use of feeling is relatable.
And, I just love it so much. I can’t believe how many of the characters on this show are like me. We share the same fears and struggles and issues. Sometimes it’s like I’m watching myself on screen and I can sympathize so badly with a character, even characters who I thought were nothing like me can say or do something that puts me in shock because I’m suddenly being reminded of myself. I’m really so grateful to this show because with other stuff I watch, there’s typically only one character I can relate to and I’m lucky if there’s a second. Some shows, I don’t even relate to any of the characters at all. But, with SU, so many of the characters are like pieces of me. And, I absolutely adore it.
I love this show, I love these characters, I love the way they’re written, I love their depth and layers, I love how the writers refused to just have them be cartoony caricatures and made them multifaceted, three-dimensional, realistic individuals that are still learning and growing and healing, the way that I am still learning and growing and healing.
do you ever think about how the night neil was taken was just a regular night and then suddenly it just wasn’t?
like the foxes kicked ass on court. and to quote, following the game, “neil could practically feel the excitement radiating off [dan].” i mean they’re crushing it, they haven’t lost a game yet, the entire team’s probably waiting on liquor and sleep. it’s an amazing, wonderful night. i mean, shit, “thank you, you were amazing” followed by allison sending a significant look to matt? she’s probably running through her head how much she’s about to win over bets.
but then the riot starts. there’s bottles thrown and then punches, and andrew’s getting an elbow to the face, and renee’s defending allison, and neil-
and then you’ve got everything flipping on its head. like what do you think the foxes were thinking? as andrew was choking out kevin, what are the chances matt was thinking about all the times neil avoided telling obvious truths? as aaron was being bandaged up, do you think nicky was thinking about neil’s collection of languages? do you think allison was giving a whole new connotation to “you were amazing” as they sat in the hotel room and waited to know if they’d be going back to PSU short one fox? was abby thinking back to skin marred with scars she can’t even begin do describe the awfulness of?
they went from riding the high of another won game to crashing at the idea that they were never going to see neil josten again
can i just say, i’m really really proud of mark? he’s only 17 and he’s already being looked up to by singers and celebrities much older than him and based on the preview for snowball project you can tell he’s having so much fun and being so happy on the show making music and having the opportunity to make new friends. i’m very happy for him and i’m glad he’s getting the recognition he deserves, this boy is pure gold
You know what makes me want to cry? Draco Malfoy in sixth year. Remember you had to sit by yourself at school for a minute, or listen to your parents argue while you sat upstairs hugging you knees? Now imagine your weren’t sat for a minute, but a whole year, and you knew it wasn’t going to change. Imagine your parents arguing, not over who did the dishes our why they’re late home, but over a sociopathic murderer who you’re sharing your house with. Imagine having to kill your teacher. I can’t even try to imagine that but what I can imagine is how lonely he was and and I’m crying again.