HawthornSword

The Actual Reason I Love RWBY:   A Rambling Essay on RWBY, Harry Potter, Character Development, and the Creative Process Despite adorable ass-kicking, gun-sword wielding, friendship focused girls being my literal favorite thing in the entire universe … it is the level of creativity the entire concept of RWBY was devised with that really hooked me. There are rules Monty created that the universe follows. That is so important. Setting boundaries for yourself when you are creating is one of the most useful things you can do to grow yourself as an artist, any kind of artist. Michelangelo didn't carve the Pieta out of an entire mountain

Not all of Wash's memories were always his own, but he's made them his. After Locus takes them down, Wash has a lot of bruises. They are the colors of his memories. There is a doctor here. She is not one of his memories. She says that says he will heal with time. He's not sure if she's talking about the bruises or the memories. (Not exactly spoilers, but watch 12x9, 12x10 first.) Tucker, Simmons, and Grif are talking as they try to set up a make shift base after the crash. They're talking about girls. There had been some cute ones on the ship, like the pilot Tucker had been flirting with, but they're dead now. Simmons is mourning another mis

Let me let you in On a little secret. Depression Is like possession By a demon with your own face Don’t trust It It will make you think Wrong is Right Right is wrong It all looks so appealing Anything to keep on feeling To keep away the nothingness It can’t be that bad Right? Wrong! The demon lies There is a Reason There is a Right and Wrong Useful And Universal Don’t be an idiot By listening to the demon That has taken up residence in your head You are Enough To kick that demon out I’ll say it again. You. Are. Enough. If you choose to be

She takes off her glasses Shakes her hair out And makes a sort of Pouty face   Takes a picture On her phone And sends it to him While she should be studying I don’t think she even realizes She’s such a tease And I adore her for it Its just one of her quirks And I think she leans hard In one “straight” direction   So that no one can put her In that crooked opposite corner Because she fears it But I wish she wouldn’t Because I would so like to kiss her

Trust That dangerous Give and Take That we crave   I’m bad at it, I admit I have this tendency to hide From the people in my life   And open myself up to strangers Like I’m searching for someone I hoard my heart Until I see someone interesting And then I fling it! Wholeheartedly At you.

I just realized I’m not waiting for you. I sort of hate that. But it’s done. It was a sort of grieving period After you left. But it’s done now. Obviously I can’t be trusted In a time of grief. I acted out Like a child. But maybe that’s what all this is: Growing up. The one thing I’m not very good at. But hey, I’ve never done it before. You’re one of the few, Who would cut me some slack. You didn’t abandon me, I see now. We both needed this.

I’ve always tried to be What everyone else needed from me That’s why it freaks me out That you actually see me How I see me It’s exactly what I’ve been needing And it freaks me out That you want me Exactly the way that I am You’re not painting any pictures Of what you need Because you don’t need me I’m nothing to do with anything And you think I’m funny and sexy You don’t want a thing from me but me And it freaks me out You could just be manipulating me for my body But at least I can say it’s refreshing That you don’t pretend to love me Or ask anything of me So I’ll l

Hold up, step back We’ve got a problem here You are making me feel And that was never part of this deal Just bored Looking for fun You were the most Interesting someone Don’t act like you care You’re starting to scare me I didn’t ask you to make me happy So don’t you dare It’s supposed to be a game If you make me lose My heart I won’t play Oh, this just got real I told you Don’t make me feel I admit I was afraid of this