#bye children

[gayteensupreme]

To all my followers who were abandoned by their father figure:

In my defence, the store ran out of milk and cigarettes and I was too embarrased to come home after not getting the simplest fucking items.

[reading-is-an-escape]

About Kizuna

I was never good in making reviews about anything. So here, I'm just gonna pour everything that I felt watching Kizuna, with my baby asleep on my belly, while I cried non stop for the whole movie. This is gonna be spoiler-y to those who haven't watch.

I admit to crying for almost the whole duration, because I do understand their unwillingness to grow up. To separate. To deny adulthood.

I do understand Menoa's "good" intention. Although it boomeranged on her.

Being adult is not an easy task. Being adult is never easy. Never beautiful. Because often we need to let several things go to be adult. And in this case, guess what? Their digimon partner.

Somehow I understand that point of view as to why the digimon disappear after their human partner adulting. Because digimon are part of their childhood. It feels like, all those meetings, those adventures, those fight, loss, tears, arr meant to train them, to prepare, or rather, serve as parable, for adulthood. Because, let's face it, being adult often feels like a constant battle. And when Taichi and friends arrived at that point, their digimon partner's job basically done. They were not needed anymore.

And the process would be hurtful. Look what happened to Menoa. The grief. The loss. The bafflement because she didn't know about this. That this time even exist. She wants to be adult, to grow up, but at the same time, she didn't want to let go Morphomon, the personification of her childhood. Result? She's willing to bent the world just to see her partner again. And in the process, believing that what she did would spare other Chosen Children the pain she felt. But boy she was wrong.

Menoa was an example of somebody who were forced to grow up too soon because she was a genius. She lost her balance and grasp of everything around her, when the one thing that keep her anchored gone. She did not have time to savor the last moment with Morphomon. She just went poof. Of course she goes crazy. But that was her defence mechanism working. The only way she found and know to cope with the guilt, loss, grief.

She thought that, with Neverland, she could froze the Children in time they were the happiest, with their respective digimon partner to spare them from that separation. But that was just a dream. People cannot stay the same. In order to move forward, they have to sacrufice something, letting go of something. In Taylor Swift's words, "If you never bleed, you'll never gonna grow." She bleed, she grow old, but not growing up.

But Taichi and Yamato had different defence mechanism. Perhaps they were luckier because Menoa told them the meaning of that ring. Otherwise, they too would fell into downward spiral like her. They have time to think. To make plans. To savor those last days with Agumon and Gabumon. To learn more about their choices. Their lives. Their future. Their bond.

This is where the key difference lies: bonds. Kizuna. Their bonds were so strong and solid, they were able to go on. I'm not saying Menoa's bonds with Morphomon were weak, but had she trusted her more, this would be prevented. But alas, when you're that shocked, you can' process anything. You won't. Your mind won't take it.

And Sora, my dear Sora. As fierce and loving as she was, she was the first of them to lose Piyomon. She somehow understood that their days together are numbered, because she already decided her path. And so she refuse to fight, opting to stay and spend the days with Piyomon. She was strong, choosing to do it in the dark with nobody knows that she already lost her first. How hurt must that be for her.

I cried when Taichi and Yamato had to make the choice. But I think they knew the answer long ago. But the assurance from Agumon and Gabumon made them solidly decided to just go with it.

I cried when they fight together, knowing that even though this would made them disappear faster, this was needed. Because only them could save the other children. Again. A sacrifice that prove that they were growing up. Setting aside their inner ego for a greater good. (Seriously, tho, Agumon and Gabumon were wiser and soo grown up 😭)

I cried during their last moments together. I cried when they cried. Sobbing af while saying, "It's okay, it's okay. Cry now. Just cry. I'll cry with you two."

I cried still when I saw the others were still with their digimons, this time knowing that their days are numbered, but now they will make the most of it. And when the time comes, they will be ready. And hopefully, there would be no other Menoa Belucci out there.

Moral of the story? People grow old. Adulting. But just some really growing up. And in the process, it will hurt. Or probably wont. Depends on how you see it. But people are different. We cope with different ways. There'll be confusion, tears, anger, grief, loss, lost. But that's the part of adulting. And Kizuna kinda explained it in the story. I felt it somehow.

Until we meet again, Children.

Oh, the songs. I love them all. And I cried when it played in the background. Oh, the nostalgia.

[fanfic-so-usuk]

I will be gone June 9th - June 23rd on a trip to Europe.

Be good until I get back kids and you’ll get lots of sin and usuk trash <3

I’LL MISS YOU GUYS 

DADDY LOVES YOU!

[whereisthathappening]

alright im gonna leave this blog alone for awhile

ill be back next year

also i need to edit boomy the sims on cas hes missing the red shoes AND the white gloves hhhh

[celestinovietti]

Anyways, I have the wonderful Jamie to write things for because it’s HER BIRTHDAY :)))

[mariatorres-art]

I am happy to see my artworks relocate to new homes. Although I give them all my love while they are being created, as a host i often don´t respect or acknowledge them. They get forgotten in folders and basements, unframed and unseen - not a great artwork life. Framed and seen they regain their purpose.  

[hagplanet-blog]

seeing a teenager make a text post or reblog something calling someone daddy or anything to do with daddy fetish makes me feel physically ill

[ironclad-archive-blog]

I just got home from what essentially must have looked like a walk of shame, and the window cleaner caught me scratching me face with me phone.