I wish that no one cared and moved on easily with their lives if I died but I know my death would affect people so I can’t be so selfish and take my own life so I wish that something would make me die already …
Jack is in the middle of the picture, both here and on the comic’s cover
How convenient that the call from Petras covered Gabriel’s side of the picture - because, as I’m sure we all remember, a part of Jack died when Overwatch fell, and maybe that was also because he’d just lost one of the most important people in the world to him
Pouring your heart and soul into someone and then they decide they don’t want you anymore is the worst possible feeling in the world. And when they seem to just move on to someone else like they never even cared about you its hurts more than anything. I am tired of being hurt. I am tired of being used. This is why I have trust issues. When I love I love with all my heart. I don’t have anymore feeling to give anymore. I’m just exhausted and empty. I’m sorry.
-Somewhere in the world, it has just gotten warm enough to have a pleasant afternoon walk. A girl calls for her dog and grabs the leash. Little puppy nails scramble against the tile, and the dog almost careens into the table, barely able to control the inertia of his own excitement.
-Somewhere in the world, a young man nudges his wife. “It’s time to wake up,” he murmurs. She mumbles something that may or may not be words and pulls the covers over her head. The boy can’t help the smile that softly spreads across his face. He nestles back into the covers and wraps his arm around her, deciding that, perhaps just this one time, they can spare a few more minutes in bed. The girl peeks out from her blanket cocoon, and the boy takes the chance to swoop in for a kiss on her nose. She squeaks and bats him away. “Don’t do that!” But she’s laughing. They both are. The boy takes a moment to wonder how he got so lucky. He loves her so, so much.
-Somewhere in the world, a person idly doodles in their notebook during class. When they examine their handiwork, they realize that the drawing is actually pretty good. They wear a small, goofy smile for the rest of the day.
-Somewhere in the world, an old woman slowly slips on her gardening gloves and hobbles outside to check on her plants. As she bends to grab the watering can, she sees that one of her tulips has bloomed, a brilliant red nestled in a sea of green. She claps her hands, once, and calls inside for her grandson to come look.
-Somewhere in the world, two shy people are in love. They sit by a bonfire, watching the crackling of the flames and thinking about how they are going to tell their families. One of them tenses and relaxes their hand a few times, wondering what their mother will think, what their friends will think, what they will do if no one approves. Their anxiety builds until they feel a soft hand catch theirs. They look up, into the warm, inviting eyes of the person they adore, and their shoulders relax. It doesn’t matter what anyone else thinks. They will make it through together, and it will be worth it. It will all be okay.
-Somewhere in the world, a young immigrant holds a letter from her dream college in her hands. Her whole body shakes as she runs her nail along the envelope, tearing it open. Her parents hover over her shoulder, filled with a mix of anxiety and excitement. They don’t understand much English, but they recognize the word that appears at the top of the page when it is unfolded: congratulations! Everyone starts cheering at once. This is the first time the girl has ever seen her father cry. They all throw themselves in a messy group hug, bouncing up and down in a rhythm that is not synced, but somehow still seems like a perfect harmony.
-Somewhere in the world, you woke up. It may be the easiest thing you had to do today, or the hardest thing you have to do every day. Either way, your eyes fluttered open and you took a deep breath, letting the sensation of consciousness wash over you. It may be a nice feeling. It may be a burden. But you have done it. You have risen to the challenge of a new day. You may accomplish one of your life’s dreams today. You may only accomplish the act of allowing your heart to beat. Both of these things are worth celebrating.
-Somewhere in the world, a young woman with a very tiny ponytail types at a keyboard. She is tired, barely able to keep her eyes open, but she is grateful to be alive for another day. She knows that her words may reach no one, but that there’s a chance someone’s heart may be a little lighter if she sends her thoughts out into the world, and it’s a chance she’s willing to take. She settles on the last thing she wants to say before closing her laptop and dozing off for an afternoon nap:
The mistakes you made yesterday don’t matter anymore. Today is the perfect day to try again.
Was I ever anything more than a sad kid? I thought the drugs would help, but they just make you sadder and a little deader. I really tried my best, but I don't think there's much use anymore. Nobody cared then, and nobody cares now.
I'm sorry, but I fell in love with you. I watch you move and I'm captivated. The world slows down just a little bit when I look at you. I wanna kiss your long neck, and run my fingers through your curly hair. I wanna listen to you talk for hours about old movies and bad music. I wanna hear every word that you have to say. But I can't, because you're in love with someone else
I dreamed so much as a little kid. All those dreams are dead know. The world has a lot of fun killing little girls dreams.
Please don't go! Stay! Stay! I need you to stay! No one ever stays.
I used to be special. Everyone thought I was going to be this amazing person. They thought I would do great things, but look at me. I'm nothing. If I was anything, it would be a failure.
She just left. She didn't say anything. In one simple second, all the love and laughter that we had, was ripped from both of us. She just decided she did't feel like loving me anymore.
It's all gone. Any hope that I had is gone.
Do you think that if I get prettier, he might look at me like he used to? Maybe he'll love me again.
The whole world is at my fingertips, they say, but I can't seem to ever grab it.
I could tell she didn't love me anymore. She would smile, but in her eyes I could see the pity and slight disgust she had for me. I tried to stop loving her, but I couldn't. I felt pathetic, like I was stood up. But this time I couldn't just go home and forget about it the next day. She was, and still is, my everything.
I don't want to feel this anymore. I don't want to be trapped in my mind. I want to live again. I just want to see the light one more time.
Could you just tell me you love me? You don't have to mean it. I just want, for a second, to feel loved.
To the wonderful cast of Bones: it has been an amazing journey and an experience of a lifetime to be a fan of yours. As a fandom, we have been so so lucky to have witnessed all that you have to offer, and all that can be achieved when you have a group of extremely humble and dedicated actors together. A group of actors who all like each other so much, and who get along so well, and who then form their own makeshift family. “There’s more than one kind of family” - this quote is so, so true for both the characters on Bones as well as their respective real-life counterparts. To say that I’m going to miss Bones so much is an understatement, because, as every true Bones fan knows and understands, it’s not just the show that we will miss - it’s everything. The cast, the crew, the behind-the-scenes action - we will miss it all. And I dare say that our cast is, and will always be, the best cast that has ever existed. Period.
So, to our dearest Emily, David, Michaela, TJ, Tamara, (new) John and (old) John, Eric, Patricia, Michael, Pej, Eugene, Carla, Laura, Ignacio, Joel, Luke, Brian, and to everyone else, especially Hart, Stephen, Kathy, Michael and Jonathan; on behalf of the fandom, I’d like to express my heartfelt gratitude for everything that you have given us with this beautiful, one-of-a-kind show. Thank you for all the memories, and fun, and joy, and laughter that you have brought into our lives. Thank you for being who you are, and for always acknowledging us as well - it just makes the experience of being YOUR fan all the more fun and awesome. You’ll be in our hearts, always.
They say that “you can love a lot of people shows in this world, but there’s only one person show that you’ll love the most”. For me, that’s Bones, and that is all thanks to the most amazing cast to ever exist.
Amy, how many times have I told you to put the lid back on the peanut butter jar?! It's this inconsiderate, immature jackassery that makes me feel like I'm living in The Real World House! And not the early days when they all had jobs and social consciences, I'm talking about Hawaii, and after! I can't take it anymore! Amy, Beca and I are married now! It's time! We're getting our own place!
...Actually, I left the lid off, sorry, baby.
Hey neni, I remembered you made a picture guide to the different planes in Persona (like the Dark Hour and TV world and Velvet Room etc). I can't seem to find the post tho. ;w; Could you link me to it? (and btw where would you put the Palace and Mementos on said plane?) THan you!
While I still have that graphic, I don’t entirely agree with how I drew it back then anymore, and feel a new version is in order! Here I go:
For everyone who doesn’t understand what this is, this is an updated version of the diagram I posted back in THIS POST. (Link)
It’s supposed to be a rough approximation of how the unconscious world in the Persona Series are structured, and how “deep in” all the sections we’ve seen of it so far I believe to be, based on educated guesses.
A reminder; The P3 Club Book, which contains some information from the series bible, states that all deities are actually archetypes born from collective human thought and emotion as a means to keep the Collective Unconscious stable (tho they often lose that balance as of late), while Shadows are born of individual, personal emotions. This is why I have the entities closer to the surface mainly labeled as Shadows and the entities closer to the center mainly labeled as deities.
However, considering that the Persona Universe is based on Jungian ideas and Jung proposed that the complexes of the human soul usually “channel” archetypes, connecting to them, it makes perfect sense that the Shadows in P5 look and act like demons and deities; the distortion of the Palaces and Mementos puts them under the influence of their archetype, and they thus act it out 100%, being avatars of the deities they are “assigned” to.
Anyway, as you can see, I peg Mementos as fairly extensive, spanning multiple layers of the unconscious realms, but not going quite to the core. The reason I think this is spoilery, so follow me under the cut