One thing I like to hc with the Apollo Head Counselors is that they all represent a time of which the sun is out.
Lee - Dawn/Dusk
Mainly dusk, but pretty much imagine him in browns, oranges , dusky yellows and reds and the like.
Michael - Twilight
Starts after the fall of Dusk,short lived. Haralds the start of darkness and but also first light when it falls. The darkess time in which the sun is out. I see him muted/ dark blues,dull browns and blacks. Maybe a touch of greyish pale yellows.
Will - Daylight
Longest lived, bright, it's what most people think about when they think of the sun. With his golden sun kissed hair and sky blue eyes its pretty on the nose. I see him in bright/light yellows and blues.
Idk why I thought of posting this, I just love them and wanted to share my thoughts.
Think it is pretty obvious how I tend to draw them, but it's fun to write it out ^^
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i dont watch a lot of shows, but its been a while since i saw such an emotionally charged confrontation in a bl show. i believe great acting can elevate any confrontation scene (even if the conflict was contrived) but uh here, we knew this all along. we knew the pain was coming, i did, it was delicious, and braced for impact but i still am in shambles. wei lili packing random packets of food from the house for yuan, unable to focus on eating when yuan sits with that face, getting him to pass stuff just to talk to him. a resounding 'tell me, what's wrong?'. never have siblings been so real lol. also, i deeply appreciate the character of Sanpang, cause i think he's supposed to be the reflection of society, but in a far more gentler, loving way for he actually does care for both of them. lol he himself doesn't know 'what's wrong' exactly, just that something should be cause yk it's Wei Qian. also, he's far more nicer than in the novel i've heard. and not homophobic at the very least.
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"Oh, fuck, sorry."
The connector drops with a shattering clang loud enough to echo through their pod, the glass valve inside springing apart on impact and showering her feet in a rain of splinters. In hindsight, working with bare feet is an obvious health hazard, but the sun their current station is orbiting is bringing their cooling systems to their limits, and she'd rather risk a few cuts than overheat. Still, her hands are sweaty, and while this is not the only part that has slipped from her palms so far, it is the first to break.
Cee barely feels the sting of a dozen bloody pinpricks across her skin, too busy sucking in a much needed breath after the last one got stuck in her throat long enough to make her dizzy. She steadies herself against the wall, eyelids fluttering as panic crashes over her in waves, a feeling not as old as she would like it to be, and the internal mantra of not him, not him, not him fades in the light of a new situation. It's not that she is a clumsy person, the opposite, really, yet every small mistake, every slip of hand, every broken glass, or every smoking soldering point had been followed by a gut-wrenching sigh of deep-seated annoyance at best and a bone-chilling surge of words at worst.
Her mind is wandering before she can stop it, memories flickering by like stars, only more horrifying and less beautiful while burning just as bright, and with her vision darkening, the sudden weight of a hand on her shoulder makes her flinch. Glass crunches beneath her soles when her body sways in an attempt to move away, sending pain straight up her leg. The fall she was about to take was only stopped by the very same hand wrapping around her arm.
The collision with Ezra's chest knocks the air out of her as a bitter mixture of anxiety and relief fills her mouth, shame burrowing its way through her skin.
"Sorry, I- sorry."
Catching her breath, her head finds its way to its usual resting place, and she closes her eyes to bury her face fully in his neck.
"Sorry," she mumbles again, her words muffled by his skin, and she isn't even sure what exactly she is apologizing for - dropping the connector or once again flinching away from him.
His arm slips around her back with practiced ease, the pressure of his palm rubbing circles between her shoulder blades not only comforting but gently urging her lungs to relax.
"Nothing to be sorry for, little bird. I should have asked first, I simply meant to prevent you from further injury - not that I was very successful."
The pain fades as tears sting in her eyes instead, and she clamps her jaw shut and grits her teeth to keep them from falling, willing her brain to just shut up. Ezra, she reminds herself, Ezra, not him. Ezra, Ezra, Ezra, his name looping and bouncing around her head, erasing the panic obstructing its path, and she doesn't realize her fingers are clinging to the back of his shirt until her knuckles ache. Cee swallows another bout of tears when he presses a soft kiss to her temple, not loosening his hold but tugging her away from the mess on the floor.
"Come on, birdie, let me fix you up."
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just saw someone say it's fatphobia and ableism to say that overweight animals aren't healthy. like bro.... the internet loves fat cats. "you're not a vet" ok but consider that multiple vets I've seen have expressed this. slightly overweight and trying to quickly diet your cat is bad, sure, hepatic lipidosis is a thing. but like mega obese animals are Actually Not Good why is this controversial
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forcing everyone to watch my favorite itysl sketch it kills me every time alkjdlfkjadsf
(commercial music begins)
Narrator: Dog doors can be a problem. Your dog can get out, but other things can get in. The Darmine Doggy Door brings you the newest high-tech doggy door from Darmine Devices. These doors are fully automatic, and activated by a digital chip in your dog’s collar! You’re not gonna get varmint, you’re not gonna get intruders, and you’re definitely not gonna get this thing!
(creature demonically squeals)
Narrator: …‘Cause I saw that thing. That thing came in here while I was on the couch.
(sinister music plays, more demonic squealing)
Neighbor: It’s a pig!
Narrator: …What the FUCK!? …WHAT THE FUUUUUUUCK!?
(commercial music resumes)
Narrator: My next door neighbor had put a Richard Nixon mask on a pig and had it go through my doggy door ‘cause we’ve been arguing over a property line!
(trampoline bouncing sounds, narrator in flashback yelling: Get it off my bushes!)
Narrator: He was trying to call me a liar and a thief like Nixon and a pig –
Neighbor: You’re a PIG!
Narrator: – but I didn’t know what the fuck was happening ‘cause I’ve barely been sleeping since my wife got flipped upside down by a swing dancer at a wedding! HE MUST’VE FLIPPED MY WIFE EIGHT TIIIIIMES! And it reeeally bothered me. When you can’t sleep and you see that thing –
(pig squeal)
Narrator: – you’re not just right away like ‘that’s a pig with a mask,’ you’re like ‘THAT’S GONNA KILL ME! THAT’S REAL! THAT LIVES WITH US ON EARTH!’
(pig squeals again)
Narrator: I THOUGHT I WAS GONNA GET EATEN!!! I’m not a stupid fucking idiot, I know it was just a pig, but for fifty seconds it felt really real. And when you think you’re gonna get eaten and your first thought is… great! I don’t have to go to work tomorrow! You’re relieved you don’t have to go to work ‘cause you thought you were gonna get eaten!? What the fuck is this world? What’ve they done to us? WHAT’D THEY DO TO US!?!?
(pig squealing and destroying coffee table)
Narrator: That was the most consequential day of my life because now I know I don’t like my work. THE DARMINE DOGGY DOOR! HAPPY PET – PEACE O’ MIND! Anything can happen in this world, we really know very little! My life is nothing I thought it should be and everything I was worried it would become because for fifty seconds I thought there was monsters on the world.
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