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life is strange moodboard: max caulfield

’’I wish I could stay in this moment forever. I guess I actually can now, but then it wouldn’t be a moment…’’

characterization of percy on this site is always so all or nothing like it’s either “percy is a goofy cinnamon roll with no foresight who needs annabeth to keep him from dying all the time” or “percy is a literal force of darkness who has never made a joke or a mistake in his life. he is calculating and brutal and vengeful and he WILL come for you” and like……neither of those people are percy jackson. he’s incredibly complicated and flawed, and he cracks jokes and gets angry and does stupid things and manipulates people, and he’s incredibly smart and powerful but also kind and selfless. percy doesn’t fit into one archetype, and that’s why he’s such a compelling character

The white road

I am 24 when my doctor tells me that I was abused. She doesn’t tell me what happened to me, or plant any memories that weren’t already there. She takes what I have told her and she puts it all inside those six letters, that one word.

Before she takes my memories and gives me that word, I tell her that I have made the appointment because I want to know why I can’t stand being touched. I tell her that I’m 24 and I’m sick of flinching when shop assistants hand me my change, just in case their fingers brush against my palm and there is that fire again, the one that rushes up from my bone to the membrane of my skin any time it comes into contact that I wasn’t expecting. I tell her that I have been trying to do this properly, from dating to everything else, and it’s like I’m blocked. It’s like I’m missing a piece of myself that makes me an adult, or perhaps even a human, and I don’t know where it’s gone.

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Quetzalcoatl, Feathered Serpent, Prince of the Nahuals

One of the four sons of Ometecuhtli, Quetzalcoatl reigns of the West, acting as a god of Light, Mercy, and wind. He and his brother Tezcatlipoca created humanity by sacrificing Cipactli, the earthmonster. As patron god of knowledge and learning, of Aztec priesthood, he invented books and the calendar. Being god of life & fertility as well, he gave maize to his people so that they may flourish and prosper. It is mistakenly thought that the Aztecs believed Hernan Cortes to be Quetzalcoatl; in fact, the myth was propagated by the Spanish after the bloody conquest of the indigenous people.

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I already know that I’m late to the party but a LOT of things happened while I made this, including events like my Patreon reaching it’s 6 month anniversary, this blog getting nearer to 2,000 followers, and @therealjacksepticeye reaching 13 MILLION SUBSCRIBERS.

I don’t know about you, but that is beyond amazing.

So basically, this is a little tribute to every single one involved in these events, specially including @pixlpit whose magic sparked an old passion I had with video editing, @furiarossa, @petzemz, @vi0lentquiche, and other Patrons whose tumblr I’m not sure are the right ones, the entire JSE community whose support this last week just blew me away, and of course Jack himself. Last month was incredible, and this is me saying that I am so glad you had fun along the way.

Thank you for being awesome. Don’t stop being awesome. :)

You don’t look like a private detective.“
"No private detective looks like a private detective. That’s one of the first rules of private detection.”
“But if no private detective looks like a private detective, how does a private detective know what it is he’s supposed not to look like?
—  The Long Dark Tea-Time of the Soul by Douglas Adams

Modern Mythology: Styx

“Now I am silent, hate up to my neck, thick, thick. I do not speak.”

A modern Styx that the gods have never been kind to, for they fear her touch, that it will be as jagged as rocks next to the sea, and the curl of her lips are just as unforgiving, however, just as limestone, somethings have already begun to crumble underneath the waves. She has never tolerated the world around her, and it ate away at her skin, just as she did the same to its people. There are whispers of her, that she is as devouring as the promises made upon her name and river, they say there was never a heart pumping against her rib cage, there has never been any mercy in those eyes of hers. However, few know that they are not truly wrong, her heart has long since slipped through the hollow spaces between her bones, melted into the sands as the earth above the underworld swallowed the blood of Pallas and it is only under the darkness of the underworld that she can pretend her husband isn’t a ghost. Under the waves, she can forget the world she never enjoyed anyway and her family with death on their skin, pretend that the water is all the world holds.

Root is my favourite character of all time. I have read so many books and fallen for so many shows, related to so many characters, hoped for them, struggled with them, smiled with them and hurt when they were hurt. but Root is my favourite character of all time. my tag for Root is #love of my TV life.

today, for the first time in my life, I cried watching a TV show. I cried because Root died and Root means the world to me.

I don’t want to make her death political but it will be made political, and in a way, rightfully so. I also don’t want to discuss the narrative choice, one I do understand. I don’t want to do it right now because this is my memorial to Root.

this is the space that I’m choosing to share how much I love Root.

this is my love letter to Root.

I have loved Root since before I knew I was watching Person of Interest. one of those lazy days at home, nothing else was on TV and I saw this flashback-looking cinematography. I was curious and I stayed. now I know that the episode that made me stay, two years before I became a fan, was 2x02, Bad Code.

I loved Root because she was pretty and a little on the crazy side. I loved Root because of how passionate she felt about humans being bad code. I loved Root because she became ruthless and misanthropic but she became that way because her best friend (her first love?) died at the hands of a paedophile. one she dealt with because Root, for the five seasons we’ve seen her, has always fought for what she believes in.

I love Root because she’s one of the most intelligent characters I have ever met. she knows so much about so many things, she adapts to all types of environments and people. I love Root because the show set her up in the role of the Prophet - the voice of reason, that people refuse to listen to with grave consequences. the Prophet, such a mythical, central figure, who until now had always been played by a man, usually a white man. 

the Prophet always dies, so I should have known. but love makes you hope. Root made me hope.

I was raised in a Catholic school and, despite not identifying at all with the Catholic church anymore, I am a spiritual person, I am a person of faith. I see Root believing and I understand. maybe I don’t believe in an all-seeing AI with good intentions and admiring morals, but I do believe in something greater than myself. I also believe in Nature. unlike Root, I believe in people.

but what we believe in doesn’t matter so much as the fact that we are both believers. that we walk this earth with the skip on our step brought upon by faith.

I love Root because she had every reason not to, but she opened her heart to the Machine and to the team. I love Root because she’s so self-aware, she is so in tune with who she is and what she’s done, that she respected the space needed by every single member of the team to accept her. it was an acceptance that came at a different pace for Harold, Shaw, John, Fusco, but one she earned with the power of her perseverance, and of her respect for their needs.

Root is so so funny and she is funny in a witty way. her jokes, her comments, her interventions are fucking smart. but Root also has a darkness within her, one born entirely out of pain. we’ve seen it here and there. in Root Path when she’s faced with a number that is now a janitor because she killed everyone he loved in her time as a killer for hire. in Prophets when she shows she understands that she’s lived a more than questionable life, that a good death would be a privilege. in MIA and Sotto Voce when it was made clear that there’s no point for Root to live without Shaw.

you see, Root understands herself so well, but she doesn’t quite love herself all that much.

so I’ll love her for all the love she didn’t give herself.

I’ll love her for that time she was locked in a mental hospital and she doubted herself.

I’ll love her for that time she could have chosen to flee Harold’s prison, but she stayed because it was the right thing to do.

I’ll love her for that time she was tortured and lost her hearing, all for her Machine.

I’ll love her for all the philosophical and theological debates she had with Harold, debates that had me on the edge of my seat, debates that made my brain light up with challenge and awe at conversations on a show that were finally, finally up to my intellectual needs and abilities.

I’ll love her for how she despised John so, but grew to rely on him and trust him and consider him a part of the family.

I’ll love her for how Bear couldn’t care less about her for the longest time, but even the dog she took the time to conquer and love.

I’ll love her for being a queer woman who didn’t have an arc about “omg I’m gay what do I do??”, who didn’t have an arc about how it hurts and/or sucks to be queer. or how it sucks and hurts to be neurodivergent. I’ll love her for being a queer woman who could be literally anything else, but who is a queer woman. the one I never thought I’d get to have.

I’ll love her for falling in love with Shaw for all Shaw is. for falling in love with competent, neurodivergent, ruthless, loyal Shaw. I’ll love her for teasing and flirting with Shaw but never once disrespecting Shaw’s boundaries, never once crossing the line of what Shaw is willing to accept. oh, she played with the line a lot, of course she did. she pushed the line farther and farther back, but she did it with Shaw’s consent.

I’ll love her because Root and Shaw, despite all odds, have showed me what a healthy relationship looks like between two women. one that grew with time, patience, respect, playfulness.

I’ll love her because she’s so fucking extra, with her two guns, and her awkwardly-timed flirting, and her recklessness with her own life.

I’ll love her because she tilts her head when she smiles in a condescending way. I’ll love her because her voice goes ridiculously high-pitched when she’s scared for the people she loves. I’ll love her because she can’t wink and I’ll love her because she doesn’t roll her eyes, even when she’s annoyed.

I’ll love her for her black-painted nails and her love of purple and black. I’ll love her for her beautiful hair and her infinite wigs. I’ll love her for how hot she looks in glasses. I’ll love her for Mr Berenstain and Barbie Nanny and Alien Fangirl and Wedding Crasher.

I’ll love her for her relentless defence of the Machine, of her own beliefs, regardless of Harold’s preferences and morals, and for her unshakable respect for Harold’s decision and point of view. 

I’ll love her for the absurd heart eyes she throws at the Machine (every now and then) and at Shaw (all the time).

I’ll love her because she’s grown so much and evolved so much and she did it in front of my own two eyes, with me rooting for her the whole time (yes, even when she was a villain).

I’ll love her for that smile, you know the one, the teary-eyed one. I’ll love her for going from calling Shaw Shaw to calling her Sameen and sweetie and, maybe someday, beautiful girl. I’ll love her for defying Harold’s Ms Groves with her good-spirited Harry. I’ll love her for how big lug and helper monkey went from insults to pet names.

I’ll love her for how unique and remarkable she is as a character. one I’ve never seen, one who’s made me fall hopelessly in love.

I’ll love her for giving me so much joy and so much hope and so much love. I’ll love her because I don’t know what else to do.

Root is my person. and Root will always be my person.

WHOA! The Mask and I have reached over 460 followers now?! S-S-S-Somebody stop us! You guys are just the best, and I can’t thank you enough for enjoying the chaos and mischief this green lima bean stirs up, and I love you all so much for being the most S-S-S-Smokin’ friends on this site! I wouldn’t have gotten this far without you, and you’ve all made my experience here a happy one! I look forward to spinning more fun your way for a long time to come! Thanks a lot guys, from the bottom of my heart!


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If they really want to bring an end to this endless fighting, they need to sit down with one another and reach a truce. 

Senju, Tobirama