lots of vans

ok let’s talk about six of crows. of the main characters alone there is:

- a physically disabled boy who suffers from severe PTSD
- a dark skinned middle eastern-coded girl who was a victim of sex trafficking but escaped and vowed revenge on all sex traffickers
- a bisexual-coded girl who is explicitly described as being larger and not stick-thin but is still described as beautiful, sexual, and incredibly powerful
- an explicitly bisexual dark skinned POC boy who ends up in a m/m relationship
- an explicitly gay boy who is looked down on by his family for severe reading and learning disabilities but who instead becomes and incredible scientist and musician
- and matthias

basically please read six of crows & crooked kingdom by leigh bardugo if you want your faith in the future of YA lit restored

  • Wylan: Alright, I call this...wonderful spot.
  • Kaz: You didn't bring a tent?
  • Wylan: Well I don't really go camping ever, Kaz, so I'm not gonna spend 150 kruge on a tent. I'm just gonna sleep on the floor.
  • Matthias: It's called the ground when its outside.
Six of Crows lock screens

Kaz: he wasn’t going to customize it much, because y’know, keep em guessing, but he wanted to get rid of the default screen, so he went to see if any of the pre-loaded options were a darker color. then he saw that one of them was a black bird’s wing and he was like “oh shit. that’s my #aesthetic” and it’s pretty much been that ever since

Inej: a group selfie of her, Nina, and Jesper doing Blue Steel-esque faces. in the corner of the photo is a fuzzy black blur that is Kaz, completely ignoring Jesper’s “Kaz!! selfie! look up!!” (it’s prior to Wylan and Matthias’s addition to the group but she loves that photo so much, it would be a bummer to change it.)

Nina: she changes it all the time. some favorites include: her and Inej wearing sunglasses and too-cool-for-you expressions; an unflattering photo of Matthias caught off guard; a cup of hot chocolate being held by hands engulfed in the cuffs of a bulky sweater; a flowery background with “i do what i want” in a digital speech bubble on top.

Matthias: it used to be that his lock screen and home screen were both a snowy mountain landscape view; Nina bugged him about being boring, and after a while he changed it so the lock screen was a sweet picture of her smiling (he did not show her for like a week)

Wylan: a picture of him making an exaggerated surprised/happy face when Jesper kisses his cheek. Inej sees it first and actually groans out loud because it’s so cute; the noise catches Jesper’s attention so he looks over at it and says “oh my god you’re so fucking gay.” 

Jesper: it used to be like a really good selfie of himself. like, the kind of selfie that is flattering and also shows of your personality, the kind you post to three different social media apps and reblog if it doesn’t get enough notes. (“oh my god, your lock screen is yourself?” inej scoffs.  “that’s so vain.”/“but look how good this selfie is.”/“damn. you’re right.”) but then one day he takes a photo of Wylan doing something that captures his full attention (flute? equation? something sciencey? idk), and he looks at it and is like “goddamnit, this is such a great photo.” he puts a bunch of heart eyes/heart/gay couple emojis on top and sets that as his lock screen instead.

So I finished Evangelion and End of Evangelion today. What a wild ride. Easiest 10/10 I’ve given anything. There are about a million and a half things you could write about for Eva and still never really get close to touching everything. The show blew away all expectations I had, and defied assumptions of what anime could be or how stories were told. The series as a whole stands out as a masterpiece that has strong, well executed social commentary, compelling themes of self acceptance and what happiness is, gorgeous animation, the audacity and bravery to do something completely different and show that anime can be more than what it was at the time, and one hell of a wild ride.

Originally posted by zechs

when i think about vincent van gogh dying thinking he was unloved, unappreciated, and that his art was worthless, and how now we consider him not only an artistic genius but one of the most loved and admired people in history,, man, what if thats us too. we are not born for our time, but we feel warmth sinking in through the ages from people we will never meet who will love us more than we love ourselves

sometimes depression is greasy hair and 6 missing assignments and “I haven’t seen you in weeks!”. sometimes depression is puffy eyes and showers that sting. sometimes depression is looking into the mirror and not recognizing your reflection. sometimes depression is staring at your ceiling at 3 in the morning and wondering why you’re alive. she is messy and she is chaos and if you’re lucky she grants you the occasional masterpiece but is it worth it? is having your soul dragged through glass and salt worth some oil on a piece of fabric? sometimes depression is art but she is always, always destruction.

  • Me: Are you going to make eggs, dear?
  • My wife, playing Stardew Valley: I CAN'T make eggs because my chickens are angry that I haven't fed them, but I can't feed them unless I have the silo, and I still need to get four more clay to build it--
  • Me: I meant for us
  • My wife: oh

have you met my six children: redux!

i think i got a little bit carried away remixing this thing with the 6oc book cover because that seemed like a good idea today  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

(original six of crows jacket art and design by rich deas)

One of these days I should actually write up, like, “a fannish guide to C-PTSD and BPD” for people who aren’t mental health professionals, so that people understand what I mean when I say a character sets off my trauma radar. 

I’m writing that kind of thing for work–trying to explain these disorders to people who have them, since I can write from the perspective of having them, and so much psychological literature is essentially written by therapists as a way of teaching other therapists how to treat people, not about how to live as one of those people. But it’s hard–hard to constantly dig up my perspective and re-root it in a different position, when I’m so used to being clinically detached; hard to concisely explain things that took years of experience to learn. 

I struggle also with my position in fandom?  I don’t like being in a position of authority over knowledge, telling people what to think and what’s correct or incorrect. Especially in the mental health field, I go out of my way to de-emphasize my systemic power and build up peoples’ knowledge over their own lives. So I don’t want to say, you know, “That neurodivergent headcanon is incorrect!” or anything like that, ever.  

On the other hand, I do kind of want to explain the frankly excessive amount of thought that goes into some of my own headcanons, because when people go, “You can’t just slap these labels on characters! You’re not an expert!” I’m like… I can slap these labels on people, not just fictional characters. I can legally diagnose people. I kind of am an expert. So I’m not coming at this from the same place as someone who’s read the Abnormal chapter of their Psychology 101 textbook. XD

And somehow, telling people, “Just read three or four of these books” has a low success rate.

anonymous asked:

Ice cream trucks didn't use to be ominous to me, but one day they just stopped showing up by my house. Then a couple months ago this guy in a white truck started driving around and playing the music, and selling ice cream(I've bought from him a few times). But today I heard the music so I went outside to buy something, and instead of the white truck it was a white van that had all its doors open just slowly driving down the street. So I kind of just went "fuck that" and went back inside.

DUDE HOLY SHIT