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The funniest thing about Genesic's au where Lelouch dies instead of Shirley and she takes over as Zero is that she kind of does a better job of it than Lelouch? Like, she heals Rolo's psyche, she gets Nunnally out safe, the FLEIJA doesn't go off, she gets all our main characters to meet up and have a discussion (tragically, we only get to see her informing them of Lelouch's death), and, obviously, she doesn't sow the seeds of her destruction by murdering a whole compound of kids and unarmed scientists (but Cornelia still gets out of the geass compound anyway, courtesy of Jeremiah). Granted, this is partially because Lelouch left a battle plan and put a leash on Rolo by ordering him to obey Shirley, but still
Like, Sunrise really said, "actually, things would have gone better if our main character had died three-quarters of the way through and been replaced by his civilian semi-girlfriend"
The funniest thing about Genesic's au where Lelouch dies instead of Shirley and she takes over as Zero is that she kind of does a better job of it than Lelouch? Like, she heals Rolo's psyche, she gets Nunnally out safe, the FLEIJA doesn't go off, she gets all our main characters to meet up and have a discussion (tragically, we only get to see her informing them of Lelouch's death), and, obviously, she doesn't sow the seeds of her destruction by murdering a whole compound of kids and unarmed scientists (but Cornelia still gets out of the geass compound anyway, courtesy of Jeremiah). Granted, this is partially because Lelouch left a battle plan and put a leash on Rolo by ordering him to obey Shirley, but still
Like, Sunrise really said, "actually, things would have gone better if our main character had died three-quarters of the way through and been replaced by his civilian semi-girlfriend"
Time wasted at the beach is time well spent.
there was no spark to signal the fire’s inception.
an eternity of night,
and when she blinked, the sun was high.
a matter of extremes and no in between.
there was no dawn, no sunrise, no rising golden light.
instantaneous change.
there was no hiss to signal the fire’s quenching.
ephemeral daylight,
and when she blinked, the sun had gone.
a matter of extremes and no in between.
there was no dusk, no sunset, no flame-streaked skies.
instantaneous change.
and she delved back into the darkness.
~ @a-universe-of-almosts
you know, i wanted to be more than this.
maybe it was the books. the fairytales, the happy endings,
i thought i would swim my way to gold and write myself into a new age, but
reality doesn’t work like that for everyone.
i’ve been told to reach for the stars
only as long as it’s economically advantageous,
so my dreams falter long before i break the atmosphere.
he says there’s no point in striving for the audacity of happiness
until the rest of life fits perfectly into cookie-cutter molds.
but that’s no reality either.
i thought by now i would be more than this,
this inhaling through the night
only to be starved of breath by noon,
the taking life a day, an hour, at a time
and holding on ‘til sunrise.
but maybe this is just reality.
~ @a-universe-of-almosts
There is something strangely enchanting about watching the sun rise through security cameras.
It is five in the morning and if we weren’t in a glowing city, I would be able to see the stars. The back alley is vaguely sinister through the cameras but I am behind layers of plexiglass, and if I concentrate hard enough, I can tighten the walls around me. For once, being alone doesn’t feel like a threat.
Time passes in waves. I text a friend for an hour but when I look at the clock, it has only been ten minutes. I blink. It’s seven am, now.
In the alley, the stones get lighter. A lone runner passes the front door.
When the sun rises, color bleeds into the security footage. I expected it to be sudden, a timer and the flick of a switch. It’s not.
(There are hints of green in the bushes, nestled among the grey.)
(I think I like the subtlety of it.)
(How lovely, to begin again with such grace)
It's so hard to see the beauty in things sometimes. Sometimes you just have to pause and look around to see it.
trust me to see into your soul
Nebraska Mornings, 2021, Jey Schroeder
Sandhill Cranes (Antigone canadensis) over the Platte River at sunrise, 2021, Jey Schroeder