Scaramona (as in the Harbinger, Scaramouche, and Mona) will always be the blueprint for the bickering, the clash of beliefs and worldviews, but more and more I come to love and appreciate Wandermona.
As the Wanderer, he’s now had to confront his previously held notions, to challenge his sense of self and his place in the world. He is discovering who he can be in this second chance he’s been given.
Mona’s story is still just beginning. Like Scaramouche, she has a very defined sense of self—genius astrologist, set on surpassing her master. I believe that also like Scaramouche, she will be forced to confront her worldviews when they are thrown back in her face (“The stars, the sky… it’s all a gigantic hoax. A lie.”) and have to redefine herself with this new knowledge.
Where Scaramona was about bickering and clashing ideals, I see Wandermona has an opportunity for discovery, reflection, overcoming. Traveling Teyvat together is one of my favorite headcanons (it’s almost a motif for me at this point) for them, and it suits Wandermona even more than Scaramona.
Mona and the Wanderer, trekking across the seven nations, sleeping under the stars, stopping by every bookstore and library to read, arguing about academics and the nature of fate and self-determination.
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i actually love the zakenna butlers so much, theyre genuinely one of my favorite things about max heart. literally worlds silliest creatures
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I think what makes me so insane about teenage Gojo and Geto is the fact that this part of the story takes place in 2006. You know who else was a teen in 2006? Me. And these two cocky loser idiots are exactly the type of cocky loser idiots an awkward 14-year-old me would have gone gaga bananas over in real life
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It doesn’t always look like darkness
Disheveled
Discombobulated
Sometimes it looks like dance
Like joy
Like syncopated rhythms
Like grace
Like choreography channelling
Ancestor’s dreams
Powerful
Successful
Enviable
Sometimes we get so good
At the act
At the entertainment
At wearing the mask
That we can fool ourselves
A little bit
Long enough for the public
To believe
That we
Have it all together
That the airbrush portrait
Is real
The Instagram smile
Is permanent
The the steps aren’t automatic
That happiness 24/7 isn’t toxic
But the truth is
Living is hard
Lonely is real
Grief is too heavy to hold
People don’t check
On the strong friends
The smiling friends
The dancing friends
The friends who look like
They are on top of the world
Looks are often liars
Hopelessness can grow
Like weeds in the most beautiful
Garden
It doesn’t always look like
Darkness
And it’s so hard to say the words
Out loud
“I need help
This is too much
I don’t want to try anymore”
Because we clap for stunning
Clap for the performance
And ignore those in pain
It doesn’t always look like darkness
Sometimes it just looks like
Our reflection
In the Mirror
Sometimes it’s just too hard
To stay in the light
If life feels like it is too much
to take one more step
let someone hold your hand while you walk
You aren’t alone
You aren’t the only one
I’ve had those thoughts too
You are not alone
I promise
National Suicide prevention lifeline: 1-800-273-TALK
suicidepreventionlifeline.org
Poem by Lesle Honore.
Rest in power and light, Stephen.🕊️🖤
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keira knightley has been married for 10 yrs that's wild
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just got reminded of one of my favorite bittersweet memories from the closet/denial - when I was 15 we had an exchange student from the US stay with us for a few days and I got along so well with her, and we wrote endless fb messages and emails and letters and I just felt like we were soulmates and cried when she left and couldn't wait to visit her a few months later on a school trip, and I remember sitting in her car with her and singing along to Katy Perry's "I Kissed A Girl" because i had just bought cherry chapstick so she started playing the song, and my heart started beating faster when she started to sing along and I just remember not knowing what it was but knowing it was a special kind of friendship. I attributed it to the circumstances and the traveling and all the excitement of a school trip, and only years later, when I read her coming out post on facebook something in me clicked and made me realise how obvious it could have been to me that I had a crush on her if I'd had the language for it at 15.
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i am absolutely gonna murder tumblr
i had AN ENTIRE ask about 5 ocs DONE, I WAS JUST TYPING THE "thenk you for your ask" BIT
AND IT FUCKING WENT BLANK
I HADN'T SAVED IT
I AM.... I FELT MY HEART LEAVE ME
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