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The orange that lights the sky that paints the waves that reflects cones of work

The red that shines from apples on the tree that grows in the flowers that burns in our hearts with passion

The green that covers the horizon line with leaves that dances across the sky that fills the ground below

The white that puffs through above that shrouds the ground with mist that signals a blank page, a fresh start

The blue that flows through the river that blends the above with the below that so many people love

Dadda, why’d they make kids work without food, Do you think they’d ever make me work like that?

Grandpa, they called those people collateral, what’s collateral, Am I collateral?

Grandma, they said it was preemptive measures, What’s preemptive mean, will preemptive measure be used on me?

Teacher, why do lock down drills exist, do you think we’ll ever have a real one?

Mother, I can see that they won’t take me from my home, but that they’ll take me from my car.

Father, I can see that they won’t make work without food, they’ll just make me chose between food and the lights.

Grandma and Grandpa, I know what those words mean an so many more mean,  -lynch, strike, and on

Teacher, They don’t do those drills in collage now, but I know at least three exit routes from each class

Sister, cover your eyes, don’t look out at the world just yet.

Friend, don’t read the news till tomorrow let your smile live through the night

I ran races with a smile,

took tests with a smirk,

said what I thought without a thought,

and so on.

I guess it was just waiting,

for me to crack,

give it chance to sneak in.

I guess I’m a nervous wreck, right?

Yeah, I’ve gotta be.

My heart started beating before races,

is that excitement?

Test make me sweat,

that’s normal though right?

I don’t speak that much anymore,

worried about offending,

or saying something stupid,

something I should know.

I panic in the silence,

I worry about people leaving,

I wonder if every step I take is the right one-

or if I screwed it up three steps ago.

This is all normal though, right?

I’m not a nervous wreck, right?

I can’t be, I wasn’t before.

It wasn’t wrapped in a bow

It wasn’t eloquently put

It wasn’t fully complete

I stumbled and tripped

Through every word

I paused and stuttered

Through every thought

I tried not to hurt you

Yet I did

I knew I would

I told you I was grief stricken I didn’t tell you I screamed -In bed -In the carwash -In the dark -At the lake

I told you I was grief stricken I didn’t tell you I could hardly sleep -In my home -Or at my command -In daylight -Or in the night

I heard somewhere that the exorcist angels were based on birds and if that is true I would like to say Vaggi is based on an owl.

Firstly look at her big cute eyes

Compare it to this

Her eyes go big like what I would say an owl does. Obviously Vaggi is animated and they have more room for creative liberties, but when I see scenes where her eyes go big I think of owls. Specifically “cute” owls.

Secondly her side profile.

Compared to

I should note I can’t quite figure out if she’s based on a snowy or great horned owl but I’ve been including both.

See how the profiles kinda match. For me it’s the down turn and kinda hook.

Finally I don’t have another solid piece of evidence but I just have some photos for you to compare.

-pain, love, regret, determination-

I love Charlie and Vaggi’s outfits at the end! They’re adorable. This post was mostly about me saying how much I loved Charlie’s whole get up and how Vaggi’s is awesome too. But, I also noticed a couple things about their outfits that I thought were worth mentioning. Charlie- has a snake braclet which I think is a cute nod to her father. She also is wherein a crown which is something we don’t typically see. This makes me think that she was maybe trying subtly remind people she is the Princess of hell. Also her dress-tux thing was SO PRETTY. Especially with her hair-do. Vaggi- I’m wondering: Are exorcist angels earth born or heaven born? I feel if they’re earth born Vaggi’s dress could be a nod to the fashion of her era, maybe? I like the feathers in her hair. I also thought pirated the second I saw her.

anyway thanks for listening to my ram le(also sorry for not the best photos)

So, ever since I’ve watched ep. 8 season 2 I have been obsessed with “Hear My Hope” and consistently listening to it on repeat. What I noticed is that during Lute’s brief part of the song she calls Charlie in abomination, which hearing the first several times I didn’t think much of until I started to think about it more. I would think if anybody were to be called an abomination, you would think it would be Vaggi or Emily. They are both angels who should want nothing to do with sinners yet here they are helping them. Especially in Vaggi’a case we know Luke holds a large resentment against her and we know that Vaggi should be trying to kill the sinners(because she was exorcist), but Luke chooses to call Charlie the abomination and maybe I’m looking too much into it. However, I take this to mean is that Lilith and Lucifer maybe weren’t supposed to or be unable to have a kid. I don’t know what that means for the show or what that means in a full context but I think it’s really interesting.

I also find Rosie’s smirk at the end of her and Alastor’a section quite interesting. I’ve taken it to mean that she thought she was gonna have to pay a much larger price than fixing his staff and that whatever she had put him up to and whatever goal she’s been trying to achieve he would still be helping her, just not from the standpoint of owner and slave.

Final mini side tangent and thought process was how none of the other overlords stepped in until Carmela and Zestial stepped in. I know in the past we’ve been alluded to the fact that Carmela is like the head of the overlords, but I just kinda thought it was neat and showed how much the other overlords do respect Carmela and Zestial

the award, the drama, the funny moment, and more

but, he’s not here to hear it

I talk a lot

I tell stories

-real and fake

I keep my outside an open book

I think it’s bad

Not that I talk

But that I hide behind it 

My funny stories, 

retelling of myths, 

deep conversations, 

book ideas 

and more

They all hide the mess behind

We laugh the stupid thing I said a week ago 

-I don’t tell you I went home and cried

You think I’m smart telling you an ancient myth of the past

-I don’t tell you its to hide from my own

The deep conversations we get into filled with such passion

-I don’t tell you I thought of all possible responses and could barely make up my mind

You smile as I tell you my 2nd book idea of the month

-I don’t tell you thinking of them keeps me from thinking about me

And the more and more I talk