GOD IS A WOMAN

𝐘𝐔𝐈 𝐈𝐊𝐀𝐑𝐈 / 𝐄𝐕𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐔𝐍𝐈𝐓-𝟎𝟏. 

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it is 5 am but WHAT IF i revamped this blog

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aoba-shigeru‌:

Even in the face of the post-apocalyptic reality, he was still reluctant to admit that she had a point; they’d figure out how to survive this, else they’d likely not be here. That whole where there’s a will there’s a way business. As expected from him, Shigeru wasn’t feeling quite so enthusiastic; who knew how many of them were actually left at this point, and now they were tasked with rebuilding… everything. A monumental task, considering the high point they’d fallen from.

“It’s something, so… lead the way.” There were still sounds around them; the breeze, and the occasional rustling of debris being dragged along by it, but it was still too quiet. Eerily so, and it felt like a lucid dream of some sort, the kind where in screams are not even loud enough to be heard by anyone but the dreamer.

“Oh, yeah? This place is perfect for a light sleeper now. I kinda hate hearing myself think.” A weak attempt, and most certainly forced, but where was the lie? The more he tried to think just a little quieter, it seemed like the thoughts grew louder. Was this what it was like to actually worry about his own well being? Because suddenly there might actually be a point to it all? 

❛ What’s  wrong  with  hearing  yourself  thinking? ❜    Her  voice  dances  around  the  question  making  it  sound  almost  innocent,  coated  in  genuineness  and  curiosity.  Being  able  to  hear  oneself  doesn’t  sound  like  a  torture  to  her  ——  in  retrospective,  isn’t  that  what  kept  her  soul  alive?  She  could  have  dissipated  in  EVA  until  her  essence  was  long  gone  and  lost,  nothing  but  fodder  to  a  greater  being  capable  of  transcending  time  and  space.  But  her  soul,  her  imperfect  and  shining  soul,  did  that  too.  And  so  did  everyone  else’s.  

It’s  not  that  the  post  apocalyptic  setting  surrounding  them  was  to  be  found  particularly  fun  or  that  it  entertained  the  woman  in  any  way —— it  did  not.  There  is  a  friendly  and  kind  smile  on  her  face  as  she  walks  guiding  the  way  still,  not  for  the  debris  left  from  the  tragedy  humanity  just  faced  but  for  those  who  pulled  through.

❛ Oh !  have  you  thought  what  will  you  do  now?  Time  for  a  change  of  career,  huh? ❜   she  asks  casually  as  they  approach  one  of  the  few  buildings  still  standing  where  the  children  rested.    ❛ I’ve  had  enough  of  science,  I  think.  Maybe  it  would  be  fine  to  just  be  a  mother  this  time. ❜

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thiirdboy‌: 

▐░▒▓ ►► 「  ɴᴏ. 03 ; 」

        HE’S LEFT TO MULL it over in his head for a bit: Father, scared of him. He’s never done anything to suggest that that might be the case – only that he had a strong dislike for Shinji. All this time, he’d been too wrapped up in his own feelings to try and understand why that might’ve been the case.

          ❝ Maybe so, ❞ he says, distantly, thoughtfully. Several moments pass in uncertain silence. How does one proceed after years of separation? Who suppresses his fear first? Even though he wholeheartedly believes his mother, trying to fathom his father taking that step is near impossible. ❝ Should I…talk to him first, then? You’re right, Mother, I – I’m scared, but…I don’t know how to fix it. Any of this, I mean. ❞

❛ You  don’t  have  to,  if  you  don’t  want  to.  You  don’t  have  to  do  anything. ❜   She  concludes  in  response  to  whether  he  should  or  not  ——  he,  however,  could  do  anything  he  wanted.  That  was  his  power,  that  was  his  right.  But  that  too  was  for  Shinji  to  realise  on  his  own.

❛ If  you  see  approaching  your  father  as  a  responsibility  for  you  to  fix…  then  it’s  a  burden  for  you,  a  torture  of  sorts.  There’s  no  point  in  that. ❜    She  leans  closer  gently  bopping  the  tip  of  her  son’s  nose  with  his  index  as  she  beams  a  soft  and  warm  smile  at  him.    ❛ It’s  not  your  responsibility  to  fix  what I caused  and  what  he couldn’t  handle.  You  are  not  your  parents’  mistakes. ❜

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ayanxmi.

❛ It’s listless, ❜ Before them, the ground was pale & sullen; the Earth seemed as though it slept beneath a blanket of white, feeling dour as it piled itself uneven all the way to the grey horizon that eclipsed all color as her hand reached toward it’s cold, cold shoulder. ❛ That’s all he had told me about it. ❜ The sorrow in her voice, palpable as the snow itself, made honest her perspective to her mother as she breathlessly carries on, completely aware of the intent at play as she hopelessly embraces the cold as if it were her own climate—it was wistful thinking, eager to connect in some way, longing even to feel what was lost to her; she had been desperate to feel again… but, as much as either could try, it is only the cold that can ever reach the distance over: like a winter breeze, only less defined than even that as all she spoke was a whisper. ❛ I’m not sure how to feel about it. ❜

The  lack  of  details  in  the  description  given  to  the  girl  is  hardly  a  surprise  coming  from  her  husband.  It's  comforting  almost,  knowing  that  part  of  him  remained  the  same  throughout  his  endless  sorrow  —  enough  for  Rei  to  experience  him  as  he  was  before  his  heart  shattered, in  some  shape  or  form  anyways.   ❛ I  guess  that  much  is  true, ❜   Yui  mumbles  mind  absently  as  her  gaze  wanders  around  the  crisp  white  scenery  around  them,  her  attention  diverted  with  it.  She's  visibly  excited  to  see  the  snow,  excited  to  sit  by  Rei's  side.  Excited  to  be.  Such  a  simple  thing  most  would  take  for  granted  Yui  could  find  joy  in.  The  contrast  with  Rei's  thoughtful  and  withdrawn  demeanour  is  as  stark  as  the  uncanny  similarities  of  their  features.   ❛ Ah,  it's  okay  not  to  be  sure  how  you  feel  about  it  as  long  as  you  feel  something...  even  if  that  something  is  indifference.  Still !  spring  and  winter  are  best ! ❜ 

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when  ariana  said  god  is  a  woman  she  was,  in  fact,  talking  about  yui  ikari.

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 i’m  alive  ???  kinda  ????  idk.  does  anyone  want  a  one  liner  or  something  i’m  bORED  and  i  miss  writing  godly  alien  science  mom  :(

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yatsunami:

Please collaborate me to do an analysis on why Yui’s shirt color changes repeatedly during that scene where Kaworu, Rei, and Yui are all standing over Gendo (Bonus points if plaid = gay)

BI H I ALREADY DID WRITE SOMETHING ABOUT YUI’S SHIRT COLOUR CHANGES IN THE GC IN EOE

[greelin]

the real secret to immortality? not dying. you want to be immortal? ok. easy. just don’t die. that’s it. refuse to die. there you go

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“but how” you may ask. easy. just don’t do it. refuse to. say no thanks

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 6205  days,  148,920  hours,  536,112,000  seconds...  In  this  state  of  absoluteness  time  hardly  means  anything  at  all  but  this  date  is  one  often  replayed  in  Yui’s  consciousness.  Hours  on  end  of  labour,  how  little  he  weight  and  how  quiet  he  was  once  she  had  him  laying  peacefully  on  her  chest  her  —  Yui  remembers  vividly  the  day  her  world  was  graced  with  meaning  and  love  so  profound  it  would  transcend  the  boundaries  of  what’s  humanly  possible.  Even  inside  EVA  while  drifting  away  in  the  nothingness  of  space  the  memories  of  him  make  her  feel  most  human.  From  the  beginning  Shinji  was  kindhearted  and  gentle,  so  easy  to  love  and  so hard  to  let  go  of.  She  knows  times  has  effectively  gone  by,  she  has  seen  him —  he  looks  so  much  like  her  and  so  much  like  Gendō  both  at  once  it’s  almost  painful  to  think  about.  Never  as  painful  as  knowing  neither  of  them  is  with  him  on  this  day.  There  is  so  much  she  would  like  to  tell  him  now  that  he  would  understand;  

 STRIVE  FOR  MEANING,  NOT  HAPPINESS.   Meaning  gets  humans  through  the  tough  times  whereas  suffering,  heartache,  humiliation  are  bound  to  the  never-ending  chasing  of  happiness.  She  wished  she  could’ve  told  him  back  then  how  unattainable  it  is  such  grandiose  goal.   Don’t  set  yourself  up  for  unhappiness.   Happiness  is  not  a  goal  but  an  emotion  that  comes  as  a  payoff  for  living  a  life  with  meaning  —  he’d  learnt  this  much,  she  suspected.   BE  KINDER  TO  YOURSELF.   If  he  could  see  what  she  sees  from  here  he  would  know  the  strength  and  resilience  burning  bright  that  there’s  in  him.  The  universe  aligned  itself  so  this  day  would  take  place,  so  he  would  be  born,  so  he  would  save  humankind.  In  spite  of  it  all  Shinji  survived.  Everything  and  anything  coming  his  way  was  overcome.  And  when  not...  

 YOU  ARE  GOING  TO  FAIL  —  AND  THAT  IS  OKAY.     Because  this  is  the  only  way  humans  learn.  Everyone  fails,  Yui  reckons  she’s  made  plenty  of  mistakes  as  a  mother  and  as  a  wife,  she  could  never  give  her  son  or  husband  all  the  answers  to  spare  them  the  pain  and  hardship  of  learning  from  failure,  for  she’s  still  learning  herself  —  but  from  the  EVA  solely  existing  in  confines  of  outer  space,  now  and  for  all  eternity,  she  will  be  with  him.  May  the  magic  of  Yui’s  and  Gendō’s  love  live  on  in  form  of  this  gentle  soul  and  fragile  heart,  may  Shinji  Ikari  enjoy  his  birthday  wherever  he  is  knowing  how  special  his  existence  is.  On  this  day,  if  she  could,  Yui  would  tell  her  son,     ❛  @thiirdboy​,  LOVE  YOURSELF.  ❜

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[yoimachi]

Jun Imajo. 今城純

波瑠 

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remember that you are just as important and valid as everyone else and you a worthy of being loved.

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[kyberhart]

🌸💖👽

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