it's unhealthy i know

You know what? Fuck me up.

Give me a Sangwoo that gets so fucking obsessed over Bum that he’s paranoid over Bum being stolen away. Give me a Sangwoo that so forcibly rejects the idea of losing Bum that he gets ultra possessive/protective.

Give me Bum, so happy to finally have Sangwoo’s love, that he will do anything to protect Sangwoo. Give me a Bum that gets jealous over the attention Sangwoo pays his victims that he plays up the terrified captive bit to make the killings sweeter for Sangwoo. Give me a Bum that tricks the cops into believing that someone else hurt him, someone else (uncle, maybe?) broke his legs and tortured him and that Sangwoo saved him/is hiding him from the monster.

As much as I want Bum safe, I need this like burning. Maybe it’s the Hannigram fan in me, but I don’t want them separated… just maybe balance the scales a bit.

  • Me: It's okay to be unsure of your gender/sexuality!!1! It's totally cool to be figuring yourself out!
  • Me @ me: except you bc u need to get ur stuff together and figure out what the heck u are right now immediately

anonymous asked:

I was wondering if you would be willing to do a dark AU where the clones are really, probably unhealthily, possessive. Preferably one where the find the chips and order 66. Heck, maybe that's what triggers the whole kit and caboodle; the clones find out they're supposed to kill their Jedi and just nope the heck out and decide no one's going to harm their Jedi, or make them do it, either. Regardless of the methods they have to use. Thanks!

Lowering his cup slowly, Wolffe stared at Rex. “What do you kriffing mean that we’re suppose to kill them?” He growled out.

The captain growled back and shook the chip at the others. “That’s what this is going to make us do. That’s what Fives said and what Tup figured out. These things.” He shook the jar lightly. “Are wired up to wipe us of our loyalty to our Jedi and make us consider them traitors…and then we kill them.”

Cody touched his own head, staring at the glass jar. “We ALL have them?”

“Not all of the early generation but who’s left of them?” Rex looked around. “Four or five out of what? We are a whole army, a whole army against the Jedi? The old? The young? The disabled of them? What about the cores?”

Several vods paled until they looked like ghosts.

They could already imagine what would happen.

“And our Generals? Who trust us with their lives? Who shows us their backs? Stars light, Kenobi even lets Cody carry his lightsaber.”

Cody gave a full body spasm.

“How many blaster bolts can a Jedi dodge even with a saber?” Rex continued, driving in each point. He then looked to Wolffe. “What about General Koon in his ship with the Wolf pack behind him? He doesn’t stand a chance.”

Wolffe crushed the cup in his hand, water pouring over his glove as he stared at his vod.

“…Then what do we do?” Someone questioned.

“We do what we were made to do. We go to war and we serve and protect our generals.” Rex leaned in.

()()()

Rubbing a hand over his face, Obi-Wan slowly set his cup aside. “Force…I feel exhausted.” He sighed, wondering where the sudden tiredness came from.

“Perhaps a small rest or meditation then sir?” Cody asked. “We’d inform you if our situation changes of course.” He added when he saw the Jedi open his mouth to protest.

That got a small pause then Obi-Wan nodded. “Yes, that does sound good. Inform me if anything changes Cody.”

“Of course General.” Both Cody and the comm personnel watched the Jedi go, Cody slowly counting to twenty in his head as everyone else milled about as normal.

And then he turned to the comms. “Longshot?”

The clone smirked. “Come in Echo team, what’s your position?”

“Still hunting, the bitch is running. The General?”

“Currently sleeping, you have half an hour before he works the drugs out of his systems.”

“Copy that sir.”

Cody switched channels. “Commander Pond? How goes?”

“Droid bait is wearing down. He’ll burn soon.” Came the icy cold voice of Pond in return and Cody couldn’t help a vicious grin.

“Good. Any news from Captain Rex?”

“He has a dot on the Sith Master he says. Refuses to tell us who but he has him.”

Cody nodded that, taking a deep breath. From what Rex had hinted at it was something high up in the Senate and therefor anyone still chipped would not be told. Beside, what they didn’t know they couldn’t reveal.

“And Commander Bly?”

“Still tracking the Count. He says his General is getting suspicious though.”

Aayla Secura was one smart cookie and that could be a problem. “Does Bly have any plans of action.”

“Tranq. Its his only plan.” Pond suddenly went quiet for a few moments. “Kark, General Windu is waking up.” He hissed. “Razor, tranq him, now.”

‘We’re doing this for a reason, its for their sake.’ Cody reminds himself, fiddling with the tranq in his own utility belt. He hopes it won’t come to that point, he’d rather not have to drug his Jedi twice in one day.

It felt like forever until the comms suddenly crackled again.

“Echo squad reporting in. The bitch is down.” There was a blaster impact. “And dead.”

One Sith down, three left.

“Pond reporting in. Droid bait lit up like a bonfire.”

Two.

Cody had to leave the tent to distract his General when the third report came in.

“Count is cornered and scared. He’s surrendering to our General.” That was not part of the plan but obviously Bly couldn’t get around her. Well perhaps the information the count would give the Order would help.

And then Rex reported in. “And then there were none.” His voice sounded viciously satisfied.

Cody would have asked what Rex had done when the holo display suddenly light up, General Skywalker looking pale and shaken as he demanded to see Obi-Wan.

“Obi-Wan! The Chancellor is dead! A sniper!”

Cody exchanged a look, startled look with Longshot.

‘And then there were none.’

this is my @aftgexchange gift for @sirandking i’m not sure if this is quite what u were hoping for n it’s messy but idk i kinda like it 

tw for mentions of alcohol as a coping mechanism, as well as super brief blink-and-you-miss-it mentions of riko, drugs and self-harm

ao3 link


“That sweater is new,” Kevin comments as he seats himself in the beanbag next to Andrew’s, passing over a mug of coffee as he does so. It’s a small, meaningless comment - the kind of small talk they both collectively despise - but it’s something, and since the death of Riko, Kevin’s found that there are not really any other threads connecting the two of them. Silence has panned out between them for weeks. He tells himself he’s irritated by it because it’s bad for the team’s dynamics - a rapport with your teammates is essential for a successful team. He won’t admit that Andrew is probably the closest thing to a friend Kevin has around here, except for maybe Neil.

He doesn’t expect his comment to be dignified with a response; he knows Andrew well enough to know to expect perhaps a nod of acknowledgement, or a stony look his way, questioning and judging his observation. Nevertheless, the silence makes him ever-so-slightly self-conscious, so as his eyes catch the way the sleeves fall over Andrew’s hands, he tacks on a lousy “–and too big for you.”

Andrew Minyard has always been best at defying expectations.

“It’s not mine,” he responds coolly, devoid of emotion or even acknowledgment, eyes still trained on the contents of his mug as he mutters, as though talking to no one.

It’s an easy enough admittance, casual and shameless, yet it still manages to leave Kevin embarrassingly taken aback. He knows, realistically, that he probably has the best insight into the relationship between Andrew and Neil than any other outsider, however he’s still never quite got it. The logical part of his brain tells him it shouldn’t work - two people both so shattered and fiery, like shards of broken glass, in such close proximity can only end in further shattering, as far as he’s aware. And flames. It’s concerning, something with so much power, with so many sparks - just one wrong move could become a savage wildfire that burns his team down to nothing more than ashes. It’s risky and dangerous and stupid and he hates it, is terrified of it, but this admittance that comes so easily changes something in him.

Because something about the idea of Andrew Minyard curled into a beanbag with a cup of coffee and his boyfriend ’s (and isn’t that in itself another unexpected and ever-so-slightly strange thing to wrap his head around) sweater on feels less like untamed sparks and more like a candle light. And that’s much more soothing than terrifying, even if it is still a little strange to him.  

Perhaps trying to understand this would be a good idea, he concludes. So he asks “When did all this start for you anyway?” waving a hand conspiratorially to punctuate the question. And this time he’s almost convinced he’ll be ignored, or delivered a vague, meaningless answer as a result of the unspecific question, but the furrow of Andrew’s brow as he lifts his gaze up to Kevin’s tells him otherwise. It’s a strange, uncharted territory.

“February.”

“You liked him before then,” Kevin suddenly finds himself accusing before he can stop himself, still processing this new information, whilst considering every sign he could remember, the most poignant being the way Andrew did things for nobody but Neil. Could only have his arm twisted by Neil. Had always drifted towards Neil, had never raised a knife to Neil, had always been straight with admittances to Neil; Neil, Neil, Neil was the exception to every rule of the Andrew Minyard handbook, the one Kevin had studied meticulously and still never found a loophole in. He finds himself itching to know more.

“I hate him.” Andrew deadpans, a reflex at this point, and if Kevin was anyone else, he’d have furrowed his brow, wrinkled up his nose, frowned and found himself reprimanding Andrew, but he’s not anyone else, so he smirks instead, because he thinks he’s finally starting to understand how Andrew works, and this kind of understanding is as scintillating as it is spine-chilling, like watching a horror film, driving past a car crash or finding a spider in your room - the kind of fear that keeps you captivated, unable to tear your eyes away from it even when you know it’s awful, and you shouldn’t, and if this is what Andrew feels around Neil, no wonder he hates him. Andrew has never enjoyed feeling, as far as Kevin knows, and something so intense and contradictory, something that can’t be calculated and analysed can only be devastating.

The words “I know,” feel foreign and awkward on his tongue, his body tense as they slip out and it all multiplies when Andrew’s blank stare shifts from the mug he warms his hands on to Kevin’s face. “Why him?” he eggs on, trying to coax something out of Andrew, whether it be more answers and information, something to help him understand, or just a reaction, something to put the world back in order and dissolve the itchy curiosity and mere residue of fear that has settled on his skin.

Andrew ignores it entirely. “You’ve reached your daily quota of questions you can ask me for free.” He pauses, as though considering something for a moment, before finally deciding against whatever it is and dismissing Kevin with a curt “You can go now.”

Kevin goes.


The next time Kevin sees Andrew, it’s because he’s paused the exy game on his laptop and emerged from his room for the first time in hours after smelling something divine. He is greeted with the sight of an unholy amount of Indian food scattered across the table, and isn’t sure whether he wants to kiss Andrew (if he was not in a relationship, if Andrew was not in a relationship, if either of them were in any way attracted to each other and if he had a death wish - none of which are even remotely true) or kill him, because really , this is not how future professional athletes should eat, but he can hear Jean’s voice in his head telling him to relax, to loosen the tight leash of control he has over his life in order for total success, thus he reluctantly picks up the spare fork left on the side and a tub of something orange, before sitting on the other end of

the sofa to Andrew.

“Nicky and Aaron will be here soon,” Andrew states at the exact same time that Kevin asks “Where’s Neil?”, changing his course of action to start Kevin down instead.

There’s a handful of new mottled bruises adorning his face from who knows where, and a nasty looking cut beneath his eye that he’s certain Aaron will fuss over later, much to Andrew’s dismay, and for a moment he considers asking if he’s okay,  before swiftly realising what a stupid idea that is and dismissing it completely as Andrew opens his mouth again.

“I’m not his keeper.”

“I know.” Again. Andrew sighs.

“Did I or did I not tell you that you have asked as many free questions as you are permitted to today?” This time, as Andrew snaps, Kevin hears it.

“Free?” he asks around a mouthful of rice, swallowing hastily before he continues. “So if I give you something, I can ask more?”

It’s a rhetorical question, but Andrew grants him a small nod anyway. “Neil and I have - had - a thing.” Kevin agonisingly anticipates his next words as Andrew scoops up another mouthful of food. Static silence stretches out between them until he swallows again. “Truth for truth. For everything you ask me, I ask you something.”

“Deal.”

“It’s my turn.” His gaze shoots skywards, face contorting in mock-thought. “Why are you so interested?”

“In?”

He rolls his eyes. “Do I have to spell it out?” is punctuated with a sigh. “Me and Neil.”

“I don’t understand it,” is all Kevin replies, because, really, he’s not all too sure.

“Understand what?”

“Any of it. It’s a lot to process.” Andrew nods as Kevin finishes, despite the answer being indisputably lame.

“It’s your turn.”

“Why him?” falls out of Kevin’s mouth again like a reflex. He watches as Andrew’s blank expression twitches and his eyes shut for a second in something akin to stoicism.

“He’s interesting.” Kevin knows how much that means from a perpetually bored man.

“He’s kind of messed up,” he replies hesitantly, though there’s really no “kind of,” - there’s not doubt that Neil’s messed up - and he isn’t sure whether his words are a challenge or a disagreement.

There’s something almost wistful in Andrew’s eyes. “Exactly.”

Kevin gets that, too. The reason things have always worked with Thea, even when others told him, told both of them , that they shouldn’t, is because she always got it. She knew what it was like to be a Raven, she knew the complicated relationship he had with Riko and the Moriyamas, she never judged, never told him his reactions were gratuitous or invalid, she just understood .

Understanding, true understanding, is unparalleled in rarity, and perhaps the most coveted trait of all.

“Why alcohol?” interrupts Kevin from his thoughts, and it takes him a moment longer than it should to process that it’s Andrew’s turn again.

“What?” Kevin asks, wrinkling up his face.

“You could have any coping mechanism you wanted: drugs, self-harm, running yourself to the bone, food addiction, therapy, adult colouring books…” he lists off, his eyes infinitesimally lighter than usual, and Kevin resists the urge to roll his eyes, because of course the only person who can amuse Andrew Minyard is Andrew Minyard. “Why alcohol?” he repeats.

“It’s the only thing that can make me forget.”

“There are drugs that could do that much easier,” Andrew replies, but there are lines in his forehead as he tacks on “probably.”

“After Seth and Aaron,” Kevin responds cautiously, “and you – cracker dust is the worst I swore I’d ever do. And that–” he pauses again, mind casting him back to nights at Eden, panic attacks in toilet stalls and the burn in his throat that leaves his brain null and void of all things Evermore. “–It’s not enough on its own.”

“It’s weak. And unhealthy.”

“I know.” He replies, and there’s something cold and cumbersome building up at the pit of his stomach as the topic is stretched out like an elastic band, millimetres away from snapping or closing back in on itself, so he tries his hardest not to trip over words as they stumble out of his mouth. “It’s my turn again. How does it work - you and him - after everything? Your past. How do you–”

“No.” Andrew cuts him off, fists clenching tighter around the cutlery in his hands. “You don’t get to ask that. Something else.”

Kevin doesn’t say sorry, but his face does, even if there’s something about pulling a reaction out of Andrew that sets his nerves on fire. “What are you scared of?”

Andrew blinks at him once, empty composure regained. “Heights.”

Kevin’s face wrinkles up. How can a man who has spent so long mocking Kevin for his fears of the Moriyamas, of the Ravens, of death , be afraid of something so trivial, something that is a fear of death, in a way, in itself. “I thought you said you weren’t afraid of death.”

“I’m not.” Andrew replies, a hint of a sneer on his face as he adds “And I hate that word.”

“Afraid?” Kevin asks, shrugging when Andrew nods. “If you’re not afraid of death, what is it about heights that you’re scared of?”

“Falling.” Andrew replies hollowly, and Kevin’s about to ask more, about to ask about how he can go to a rooftop so often with Neil - does Neil know? - when the conversation is interrupted by the sound of a key in the lock, and the two boys shift around just in time to watch a drenched Neil, looking like he’s just taken a fully-clothed shower, stumble through the door, flanked by Dan and Allison, both also varying levels of waterlogged.

As the girls immediately make their way over to the excess of food lying on the table, eyes wide and begging Andrew and Kevin to let them have some, Neil slides effortlessly into the space between them and turns to Andrew, who tentatively reaches out towards him and ruffles a hand through his hair, watching as Neil slides his soiled jacket off and finally wiping his now wet hand on Neil’s shirt to dry it.

The sides of Neil’s mouth twitch and Kevin battles with the urge to turn away, to leave.

“There’s enough food there to feed a small army,” Neil mutters, low enough that the words were really meant only for Andrew, and softer than Kevin’s ever heard. It’s more than slightly disconcerting.

“You’re a small army,” Andrew retorts, only Neil must be hearing something else completely in that, because next thing he knows, Neil’s turned around to face the girls who are still fawning over the makeshift banquet.

“Invite the rest of the team and you can help yourselves,” he states, watching with eyes showing something reminiscent of fondness as Allison immediately pulls her phone out and Dan digs through their drawers for extra cutlery.

Neil turns back to Andrew, the ghost of a smile hanging from his mouth fading after a second, face wrinkling up.

“Isn’t that sweater mine?”

Kevin’s mind may say “Disgusting,” but he can feel the sides of his mouth quirk upwards as he finds Andrew’s face encrusted with crumbs of fear like he’s tumbling, freefalling, into an abyss.

3

And suddenly it all makes sense

I think we’re like fire and water.
I think we’re like the wind and sea.
You’re burning up, I’m cooling down.
You’re up, I’m down.
You’re blind, I see.
—  Brooklyn Baby, Lana Del Rey
  • brain: visit your ex fp's blog.
  • me: why? they hurt me and seeing their stuff will only make me upset and possibly trigger me.
  • brain: no i promise it'll be different this time.
  • me: *checks ex fp's blog*
  • me: *gets triggered*
  • brain: LMAO FUCKING IDIOT I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU FELL FOR IT AGAIN!!

I’ve been doing very well, and still am, but the past few days have been hard. For whatever reason recently, I have been constantly looking to see if you’re the person walking by my apartment, somewhere in the same brewery, driving by in your car. I can’t relax. I can’t focus. I know its so unhealthy to let just the thought of someone become such a burden in your life, but somehow its a very hopeful burden to me. I’m sure you’re fine and not much has changed since the last time we talked - and that is helping me to keep moving on without you in my life. But theres still the chance that something in you is changed or something is wrong and I’m not there, and that makes my heart sick because I was always supposed to be there. 

If anything, I am so proud of myself for keeping the promise to myself to make sure you aren’t a part of this new chapter in my life so I can try to move on. But I don’t know if I can say it’s any easier than being able to talk to you every day knowing that we are “just friends.” Getting coffee that day and not being able to hold your hand or smile with you or genuinely laugh at what you had to say - that was terrible. I felt like I was being tortured. Will I ever be able to see you as a friend? Will I ever be content seeing you with someone else? Will my stomach ever stay calm when I think I see you? I don’t know. Because I keep holding on, and I wish you understood why.

10

#the writers really could not have been more CLEAR#as to what kind of man emma deserves and will end up with#killian is everything neal never was and of course never will be##so as an emma fan i am forever grateful she has killian#he’s so good for her and TO her#everything she needs#and deserves in her life

i’m not here to ship healthy fictional relationships, i’m here to watch oedipus gouge his own eyes out

rey completely and utterly destroys kylo. she kicks him to the ground and brands his face with her lightsaber. her presence is pure rage and fire and passion and she shakes him down to the depths of his soul. she upsets his plans, ruins his game, storms his mind and uncovers his greatest fear and exposes what he really is to himself. her contempt and scorn for him are palpable, burned into his soul forever with her searing passion and the last shot of him in the entire movie is him trying to lift himself up to get a better look at the woman who just destroyed him. this kid, this idiottttttttttttt, this utter moron, who keeps trying to be something he isn’t, who keeps fighting against the light as hard as he possible can gets WRECKED by a pretty little scavenger girl who was supposed to be his prisoner, who came out of nowhere and flattened him, shattering his entire world with her fire and passion and rage. and I’m not supposed to want him, this kid, this MORON, this idiot, this deluded wanna-be darth Vader, this melodramatic baby, this clumsy and inadequate macaroon to fall heart-crushingly in love with her????

she broke his entire world, smashed it to smithereens and left him in its ruins. it just makes sense she’d do the same to his heart. 

anonymous asked:

To me the Lust arc is very big IH scene. Althought, Hollow saved and turned Ichigo into monster, we can deny that his desire to save her and his will to fighting for her gave his inner hollow the opportunity to take over completely. So that's why this arc is called "The Lust Arc". His desire made him commit sin. That's what I think, so can you tell me your opinion in the lust arc. Thank for reading! Btw, I love your posts about Bleach, you truly understand it more than anyone I've met.

Thank you very much it really makes me happy to hear that ! 

For the Lust arc there is 2  theories out there . With one being much more probable than the other . 

Either ichigo , hearing Orihime’s cries , turned into a monster to protect her . 

Either the hollow inside Ichigo was anyway programmed to save Ichigo in case he got hurt real bad and his awakening coincided with Orihime’s cries . 

I think the second theory is the one in the real because of this : 

And this works just as good for Ichihime than the first theory actually  . This post words it perfectly but to sum it up in a few words : 

The hollow woke up , saved ichigo and defeated Ulquiorra . Only instinct was at play here because ichigo’s hollow is pure instinct . 

But the goal of the hollow was to protect ichigo , only ichigo . He did not care about Ishida or Orihime ( zangetsu/ hollow mixed said to ichigo “ the things you want to protect and what I want to protect are different things” before ichigo turned into Mugetsu . Meaning Ichigo wants to protect those he cares for but his powers want to protect only ichigo ) . 

So how come ichigo says this while he turns into a hollow ? 

We know the hollow doesn’t care at all about Orihime . So the person thinking this is Ichigo himself and not his hollow . Meaning that while he was dead the only part of humanity remaining in him was his desire to protect Orihime . Fucks me up every time 

Maybe , as you said his desire to protect Orihime helped to trigger his transformation into a hollow but I don’t think that’s it . I think his desire to protect Orihime is what helped to trigger his transformation into a dead boy . 

And that brings me to the most important idea which you brought up in your message. His desire to protect Orihime as a sin . 

The thing is that Ichigo and Orihime are both people with very good intentions and their very good intentions turned their reality into a nightmare during the lust arc . 

Like when he went into Hueco Mundo Ichigo’s only motivation was his desire to protect Orihime . He affronted Dordonni and Ulquiorra and grimmjow and then Ulquiorra again because he wanted to bring Orihime back home  . 

Wanting to protect someone you love is a good thing right ? 

And Orihime , since she met Ichigo her faith in him was unwavering . She would always be there to support him , she would watch him from afar even if it’s killing her not being able to help ( see : Orihime having to physically restrain herself to stay back during ichigo’s fight with Byakuya ) because she believes in him . 

////A lot of people have twisted this faith in him into a bad thing but it isn’t presented by the narrative as such . And it’s making me so angry to see that when the doctor says about Rose “Well, I’ve seen a lot of this universe. I’ve seen fake gods and bad gods and demi-gods and would-be gods. I’ve had the whole pantheon. But if I believe in one thing… just one thing… I believe in her!” It’s seen as so romantic and amazing but when Orihime expresses the exact same feelings through her actions then this is bad for her and her love for ichigo is toxic ( I’ve always been baffled by this fandom tendency to infantilize Orihime ) . ////

So just before the lust arc you have ichigo motivated by his desire to protect Orihime and Orihime believing in Ichigo with all her being . 

They’re both good people with good intentions and good motivations . Then why did it turn so bad ? Why is the Lust arc so tragic ? 

To me it was Kubo’s way to show to Orihime and Ichigo that they were  humans and not characters . 

It feels funny to write that but that’s exactly what happened . In Shonen usually the good intentions of the protagonist is often enough to give them unlimited amount of powers and a guarantee to beat their opponent . 

Not in Bleach . When Ulquiorra invoked his second resurrection we knew ichigo was fucked . We knew that no matter how strong he had gotten he wouldn’t be able to beat Ulquiorra . But he was the hero so surely something would happen to help him beat Ulquiorra . He is the hero he cannot die trying to save his friend . 

And yet he dies . I think that is something that is not often reflected upon . Ichigo was dead . It was over . He wasn’t strong enough . 

He went to such terrible length to protect Orihime that he died . His good , pure desire to protect Orihime got him dead . 

And same for Orihime . 

Her feelings which were pure and true pushed her to cry for the help of a dead boy . ( I’ll fucking fight you if you try to see this in a negative light . Orihime’s depression which premises we are shown in the Vizards arc just went worse and worse during the Hueco Mundo and in the lust arc she just snapped . She was no longer herself when she called for him . She never believed in herself , always thought she was useless and completely disregarded her own life but she believed in Ichigo  . He was her pillar and now he is dead on the ground . She doesn’t know what to do , she sees Ishida’s arm being tore off from his body , she is desperately trying to heal ichigo but she can’t do it so she just turns for ichigo , for his guidance for his help . She doesn’t do it consciously she just snaps and is not herself anymore when she calls for his help ) . God this scene is so powerful , the lust arc is really the peak of Bleach . 

So here it is . Two kids who have the best motivations are confronted with realities . 

They are both 16 here , very young and this moment is what will turn them into adults ( I am convinced that without the lust arc the whole arc about ichigo giving up his powers to defeat aizen would have gone differently ) . 

They are both selfless and both have the flaw to completley disregard themselves and ALWAYS , ALWAYS put other’s people needs and wishes before their own . 

During the lust arc they went to terrible lengths to protect the other . Lengths nobody should ever go . And while doing so they completely disregarded their own lives  . 

Ichigo died for Orihime and Orihime constantly throughout all the Hueco Mundo arc showed a total disregard to her own life and well being . She let herself be beaten by Loly and Menoly ( because she was sure she deserved it because her friends got hurt getting in Hueco Mundo trying to save her ) , she let herself be strangled by Grimmjow because she did not want to heal ichigo to have him be even more hurt by grimmjow 

And during the lust arc she is healing ichigo and protecting ishida with her shield while herself remains completely unprotected ( she already did that during the fight against Nnoitorra shielding Yachiru and healing nell while she remained in the open completely unprotected ) . 

The lust arc is what made them grow up . What made them understand that good intentions often aren’t enough in the real world and no matter how much they want to protect the other , how much they believe in the other sometimes they just won’t be strong enough . 

To Orihime the growth triggered by the lust arc is clear as day . 

Here we have everything . Orihime understands that Ichigo is human and no matter how much she believes in him he will sometimes fail . She also understands that , in order for him to get up she would have to be strong . She does not think she is useless and weak anymore , she does not think her own life is worthless . 

She grew up . She understood that both her and Ichigo were human . She got out of the vicious circle of self loathing . All of that because she saw him died . 

As for ichigo I think the Lust arc , along with learning the truth about his mother and making peace with his powers is what made him understand he had to rely on his friends during battle . He cannot shoulder it all alone . Sometimes he’ll need the help of his friends in order to win . His desire to protect them is strong , he cares for them very much and wish to be able to shoulder the burden on his own . But he cannot . He realizes he needed his friends help in order to win and that is why this : 

( along with him trusting Ishida and then Ganju and Chad to affront their opponents alone ) is one of ichigo’s biggest character development . We all know how over protective he is with Orihime ( certainly because he is in love with her ) but having him bring her voluntarily into the battlefield  is completely at odds with the dynamic they had before where he asked orihime to stay behind while he protected her ( see all the vizards and Hueco mundo arc ) . Here he understand that his desire to protect her should not cloud his judgment and that he would need her shielding / healing abilities against an opponent as strong as Ywach especially because he needed someone to protect him while he awoke his hybrid powers . This , coupled with the realization that Orihime trained so hard to be able to fight alongside him that he discovered during the fullbring arc is what brought up this character development . 


So in summary the lust arc is a story of two selfless kids with such good intentions and such love for the other that pushed them to go to terrible lengths for the other . Lengths no one should ever go to and living this nightmare is in part what shaped them into the wonderful adults they became . 

So sorry this answer is not exactly answering to your ask I talked more about the consequences of the lust arc and its implications than of the lust arc itself . The point you made was good and from a narrative standpoint the transformation of ichigo into full hollow seems to be triggered at least in part by Orihime’s cries so I think you’re right there isn’t nothing there but even if indeed it had nothing to do with orihime the lust arc is still one of the greatest ichihime moment and the one with the heaviest implication of Ichigo–> Orihime which had been later proved by canon . Their relationship was actually unbalanced before the lust arc ( Orihime relying too much on ichigo and Ichigo being too over protective of Orihime ) but this had been changed by the lust arc . It allows them to become more mature , including in the way they act upon the feelings they have for each other . It allows their relationship to evolve to become one of the most healthy in the history of shonen mangas.