it mattered because when my brother asked me what if this is the happiest you'll ever be? the best you'll ever get? the thing i felt was fear, not peace. everybody thought you were so perfect for me. even i thought you were "helping me grow". i had to challenge every internal clock. make myself more thoughtful, more kind, more beautiful.
i told my therapist it was good because i like the changes i made and there's something so strong about saying i did that. the problem is that i can like the difference all i want, but i changed for you. something akin to getting your name tattooed, all my progress is stamped with fuck you.
it was the happiest i'd ever been and also the best i'd ever gotten. i would still get in the car and think what the fuck just happened.
Yugo: “So yeah, in the end I no longer have my child body, I defeated and accepted my alter egos who have been ruining and messing around with the world, I saved Nora with some friends, I told our mother to leave if she wasn’t going to do anything, I became king of the eliatropes once again, and I got married to my childhood friend/crush which is why we got a last name now-”
When other people I knew in grad school read Kathy Acker’s books they were shocked. Appalled. Particularly most of the budding young feminists. I actually began weeding out women friends by their reactions to her books. The ones that smiled and lowered their eyes with sly understanding and touched themselves, I kept. The ones that freaked out, well, they were idiots. Once I read a paragraph from Empire of the Senseless in my theory of gender class and one of the women began to cry and ran out and barfed. No shit. Pussy, I thought.
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Hi :) 1 of my recent curiosity purchases was the guilty gear desktop accessories set from 2002. Theres a lot of other stuff that i still need to figure out how to share but in the meantime heres a bunch of cute cursors, mostly based on character weapons. There's animated versions of sol and ky's too... cool
I forgot posts with links dont appear in tags </3 heres a hyperlink to the mega folder wee
Thinks about how Vergil’s story is about the feeling of losing autonomy and control, of not being safe and going to every length you can to build up your defenses and power, hurt others before they hurt you, only for his self destructive path to end in the greatest loss of control possible.
He looses his autonomy, his name, his face, to the man who was responsible for this whole complex to begin with. and finally free and on the verge of death he’s still trying to regain control, casting aside entire parts of his identity to feel like he can’t be hurt anymore. but it’s not that easy. and that human part of him has to know what it’s like to have to rely on. Having to go to Dante, using the nightmares, even the very act of using a cane.
and now he’s in the underworld, having once again to rely on Dante for the foreseeable future. Just like in 3 they fight together really well, having each others back and covering each others asses, all while never losing that competitive streak. But they trust each other, because despite having it taken away from him numerous times, Vergil is giving up a bit of that control to trust his brother anyways im so normal about this can you tell ahaha
billiestevies: the question was “why does billy hate lucas so much?”
- i think that really probably answers your question in more of a back-story sense, of why was he the way he was. because - his dad.
Maedhros built up a high pain resistance from Angband; particularly to the burning sensation. Considering how low he thinks of himself, it’s likely he expected the Silmaril to burn him. He didn’t think he was redemptive, he thought I can take it.
Part of why Maedhros acts so viciously is because that’s how life treated him. I can take it if my brothers die. I can take it if I’m damned for eternity. I can take it if everybody thinks I’m a monster.
He’s proud, and he’s suffering. He won’t back down, he will succeed or be martyred.