Hikari’s Shadow Self Is Crazy

I don’t think I can explain to you how amazing this makes me feel, like it tickles my brain just right

✨️Joana Indi and the Queen of Egypt ✨️

Imagine: You are the leader of a somewhat struggling Japanese rock band or pop group. You're not bad at it, but, despite having played at many shows and have amassed a certain level of popularity, you still struggle to break even in your day-to-day, and you're used to passed over for more established, recognizable music acts.

However, one day, you receive a proposal: a highly-anticipated TV anime adaptation of an extremely popular Shōnen Jump (or something) series is in the works, and you've been asked to write the first OP for it.

There's just one problem, though: you're an avid manga reader, and you know this series is absolute dogshit. It's the amalgamation of lots of writing tropes that make you want to throw the volume into the garbage with the rest of the burnables, and you know that if you take this song, you'll skyrocket into popularity and be at least somewhat associated with the anime for the rest of your career, even if you later go on to do other work with your newfound popularity.

So I keep thinking about Gem being able to do astral projection, X-ray, free cam, go out of body, whatever you want to refer to it as. There's so much angst potential.

Trigger warning: dissociation, skin picking/rubbing? (I think that's how I word that? It's one sentence) Depersonalization (the whole thing to be honest)

Gem still exists in the real world, but she's not in her body. The dissociation that most likely comes with that is absolutely insane.

Like in my head the past wildcards are always on their minds, there's absolutely trauma there. People worried about snails for weeks, people who died from hunger had this unquenchable hunger for a bit and some still do, and people wake up in the middle of the night knowing the answers to trivia questions, as you do for tests. Some are worse but its still bad for everyone.

And now Gem has been out of body. She's talked to the dead, for God's sake. Does she wake up in the middle of the night because her flesh feels wrong for some reason? Is she always aware that dead people are just around? Does she talk to the air sometimes because Mumbo and Skizz are still around always? They just don't show up. They're there; they have to be.

She forgets that she can't leave her body, that she's stuck in the flesh, and she cries and rubs until she's red trying to leave, and Joel comes over and holds her until she's safe. (she breaks down once outside, and Pearl finds her; they don't talk about it, but they both know. Pearl forgets she can fall sometimes)

I just think that Gem is so angsty with this power, and as a girl who loves angst I’m absolutely devouring,

I feel like the majority of media and morality discourse these days is mostly just people not understanding that you are supposed to get your fundamental understanding of the world, sense of right and wrong, understanding of sexuality, etc. from your societal upbringing and education and then fiction's role is to augment that like a sort of optional accessory for your personal view of the world rather than to replace important encompassing social systems

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INSOMNIA

The composition of this music video is objectively a masterpiece. The fucking scene where hes running and it switches between them as the windows pass. The similarities between the childlike view of it and what actually happened. TOBI CAMEO!?!?!? THE ONE AND ONLY!?!?!

Hanging jumpscare was crazy though

No I wont shut up about it.

Amber: “We might just have to, you know.”

Mike: “What?

Amber: “Kiss.”

Awkward silence ensues.

(Pathetic x Pathetic, I just love these two. Bantering and the occasional playful flirt but when it actually comes to, they fumble hard.)

Gege, wanna see a trick? 🥰🥰🥰

Spiderverse Hualian, spider people Hua Cheng and Xie Lian having a kind-of-meet-cute.

“Who are you?” Hua Cheng demanded in a low voice.

“I don’t think you want to know.” The other spiderman replied.

“As far as I’m aware, I’m the only one shooting webs around Shanghai. So who the hell are you? Some kind of knock-off?” Hua Cheng grumbled.

The other man laughed, it was the kind of sound that set off bells in Hua Cheng’s brain. Hua Cheng paused at the sound of it, but before he could react, the other spider man sandwiched him between webs and lunged forward.

The man landed skillfully and soundlessly over him. They were inches apart now. Hua Cheng could see the reflection of his own mask in the other man’s concealed eyes. Mechanical whirring was faintly heard as the spiderman’s eyes squinted and widened in rythmn.

“Well, who do you think I am, San Lang?” The man asked, his chest heaving slightly with his breaths. They seemed labored, under pressure and tight at the mere sight of Hua Cheng.

Hua Cheng froze. He grasped Xie Lian’s shoulders.

Grasped was a generous way to put it; that was saying it lightly. No, Hua Cheng he- he practically scrambled to wrap his arms around the man—around Xie Lian. “Gege?” was his only breathless response.

Xie Lian laughed again, muffled behind his mask but it was a sound like no other in Hua Cheng’s ears.

Xie Lian’s hands let go of the webs and he stuck his feet to the wall to support himself. He touched their foreheads together as his hands cupped Hua Cheng’s face.

“San Lang,” His shoulders shook, but his voice wasn’t as happy or light as it was before. “San Lang is right. My name is Xie Lian,” the man said, then he pulled away.

Hua Cheng was tempted to reach out and tuck Xie Lian back to his chest, but he had the self-control to keep himself from moving. He just trembled, wordlessly waiting in anticipation.

Xie Lian pat his shoulder. “I was a college student in a prestigious university, and I had a wonderful boyfriend whom I cherished,” He stared into Hua Cheng’s eyes, as if the mask wasn’t even there. It was piercing in a way Hua Cheng couldn’t describe. “but I was bit by a radioactive spider after an experiment; and I lost my beloved to a villain I’d considered as my own father.”

Xie Lian’s figure was cast in shadow. It was the dawn and sunlight rose, shining behind him. It made his white suit appear a similar shade to Hua Cheng’s dark one. A contrast, but alike.

“Now, I am spiderman from dimension 817-4. Most call me Taizi Dianxia, but my real name,” He placed a hand over Hua Cheng’s chest. “is Xie Lian.”