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Nothing makes my night better than making up cross-fandom head canons with Sunny Daisy. And general fandom head canons (I still remember our "the sorting hat wanted to put Percy into Slytherin but he knew his life would be hell so he begged to go into Gryffindor because he's a true Slyth" masterpiece).

#little-miss-sunny-daisy #the birth and death of the day #mother complexes #sibling complexes #family complexes

"One of these days we aren't going to pull it off, you know? Ten more seconds and those ants would have had us. And before that it was a pot of boiling water. And before that I was practically killed by sharks. I mean, come on. Enough is enough."

Why was the Hork-Bajir just standing there? He should be looking around. After all, he was answering a distress beacon. Why was he just standing there like h e was waiting for something?

IT'S A TRAP. so the distress beacon was using an outdated channell, alerting visser three and a bunch of hork-bajir's who take our heroes hostage and into the mother ship and almost certain death.

Visser Three was right. We were fools.

This wasn't even my fight, I thought. Not really. This wasn't my time to die.

and he was just about to quit too. retirony at it's finest folks.

I don't know why I was making jokes. I guess that's the way I am. When bad things happen, I tell jokes. But inside I felt sick. Like I had swallowed broken glass.

I just love them all so much it's awful.

Visser Three was at the center, followed by two big Hork-Bajir in red.

And just to his left was a human. A human woman with dark hair and very dark eyes.

That was when I stopped breathing. Because I knew. Even before I could see her face clearly. I knew.

I also knew because I was spoiled forever ago and also because come on, you can only mention no body found so many times.

<Marco? Listen to me, man. You have to hold it together.>My mother. . . alive.

My mom.

I still teared up of course because I am a sap and these books hurt my soul

My mom . . . Visser One . . . just smiled. "You want to be Visser One? You think you can take my title? We shall see. The Council of Thirteen does not like Vissers who make mistakes. And you have made mistakes. Be careful of your own ambition."

oh political intrigue. yeerks really are kind of fascinating aren't they? their political structure must be wacky as anything

All of it an act? All of it fake? For how many years?

How much of what I'd thought was my mother, had been . . . one of them?

oh honey.

I stood up.

and there's your origin story reason why marco is going to stick around with the animorphs for the long haul. damn.

<This is one of Visser One's soldiers,> Ax pointed out. <It would be very embarrassing for Visser Three if his prisoners should escape, no?>

<Politics,> Cassie said, with a laugh. <It's about politics! Visser One is making Visser Three look bad. If we escape, it will be blamed on Visser Three.>

sort of saw this coming, but still. politics. intrigue! I love it.

I decided right then - I kind of liked Ax.

babies

It was kind of a joke now, I thought. The Yeerk mother ship. My mother on the Yeerk mother ship. Hah hah.

I'm done. I give up.

Before I became fully human again, before I lost the ability to thought-speak and had to re turn to words spoken out loud, I said, <Jake?>

<Yeah, Marco.>

<No one ever finds out. No one can ever know.> <Okay, Marco,> he said.

<My mother died two years ago tomorrow.> <That's how it will

be, my friend.>

this is some effed up stuff and also I am currently crying a lot. On to book 6 and more heartbreak shortly

#alice reads animorphs #hotpielookedlikehotpie #mother complexes #we were so few; and so weak #animorphs

the thought that I might be the object of someone's deepest desires someday feels almost equally as uncomfortable as the thought of being alone for the rest of my lonely days. I don't feel like I could mean the world to anyone and I don't want to be the reason someone might give himself up. I feel so arrogant even thinking about whether that could possibly happen. And even if someone would eventually fall for me I couldn't take him serious anymore and admit he's mentally ill or a pervert. Everything feels unnatural for me and I need to be comforted to ridiculously much I wouldn't ask that of somebody.

#mother complexes #this is a really good discription of what I feel like #yes