Part 1 - Part 2

I genuinely feel bad for people who say a qpp is just like a friendship. like you've never felt overwhelmingly deep singular platonic love for someone? you've never felt like somebody is cut from the same material as you in the most metaphorical way? you've never shared a match of minds? never felt as if you were complimentary colors with souls attached to the same star? never existed in that third space between friendship and romance that they said humans couldn't reach? gee man that sucks get well soon.

I wrote some stuff based on The Four Winds album collection by The Oh Hellos.

Idk what these are but I really love them, so do with them what you will 💙

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The calm before the storm. Letting go of the past, yet always longing to cling on. The deep unsettling despair that comes with nostalgia. A haze of memories, blasted in the sun until they become unrecognisable. The dragging of a whirlpool, deep into the sea. The humming of cicadas from far in the distance. Notos brings the winds of Summer. A warm, bold season. Her colours are dull but her spirit sturdy. Summer brings many memories, but those come in many varieties. Summer days spent joyous, and those spent alone, in sweltering heat that blisters your very bones. A warrior, a queen, a hero, a leader. Notos carries unimaginable burdens. The Southern Wind heads The Four Winds, stoic and strong. Every word a torrent, like the sea that froths and foams when children splash amongst its waves to escape the warm weather. She remembers the things of the past, the days of summer long gone, even when those around her do not. It is her fate.

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A deep sense of community. Love, everlasting and ever fruitful. Bountiful harvests that bring such joy. The coming of great change, for better or for worse. Celebration. Eurus is the carrier of the autumnal winds. He carries a light disposition, bringing in a season of thanks. Be grateful when he arrives on the tail of Summer, a reprieve from the heat and a buffer from the cold. Harvests are plentiful, and allow for feasts that feed many. They bring friends and family together, a feeling of communal love that spreads across the land. Dancing until the night fades away, drinking until the sun rises and sets the leaves of the trees alight like a raging fire. While creatures begin to slumber and vegetation withers with the chill in the air, some life prospers and grows. The feeling of warmth within us carries us through the nearing cold, and into a feeling of lightness. Eurus is the Eastern Wind, the youngest of The Four Winds, and the most naive. He is not yet wise to the ways of his winds, the death that Autumn heralds alongside the joy it promises. In time he will learn the truth.

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An endless despair, reaching into your very soul. A sense of impending doom, yet with nothing you can pinpoint to cause the dread. Repetition and routine, over and over until it becomes unbearable. A longing for something more, but it's just out of reach. The long darkness of the far north. The bitter cold and biting winds that freeze your heart. Boreas brings with her the season of winter. She is a dreamer, always wishing for more, despite the cards she's been handed. Many despise her. When she arrives, so does the snow that lays thick on the earth and kills all life beneath its smothering weight. The shortened days that bring early darkness that causes a sadness that clings to even the hardiest of beings. Life is short, and Boreas makes it shorter. Yet she brings beauty as well, the Aurora Borealis, dancing above the world, ever intangible. That's the problem with Boreas. The most beautiful things are always intangible. The Northern Wind is one that carries with her a deep depression. She desires nothing more than for change, but every day is the same blank canvas of snow and ice. She just wants to know the warmth of the sun once more.

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Creativity, ever blossoming and ever expanding into worlds of its own. Growth, learning from the past and looking to the future. The blossoming of new life, born from the womb or hatched from a seed. Colours bursting from beneath a world of black and white. With Zephyrus comes the winds of spring. He brings in hope for the future after the dull dread of winter. His bright energy brings new ideas to light, spurring those inclined to it into great displays of the creativity that rests within them. Paintings of the most magnificent trees, poems of playful animals, and songs of hope and life born anew. Growth is his most powerful weapon. While new life rises and transforms, so does one's spirit. Lessons of the past take shape, as new bonds are formed and new mistakes are made. The Western Wind is the bringer of hope. He ushers in a season of progressiveness, urging those around him to make big decisions, no matter the consequences. He is carefree, always carrying with him a sense of joy. Yet with that joy there comes the intrinsic knowledge that things all come full circle. The times of darkness will return, and if one does not learn from them now, then they never will.

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Their tales as old as time, their stories never ending, they traverse the world on the wings of inevitability. Just like the seasons, the four winds flow together and apart in a constant ebb and flow, changing with the days and always entwined.

Considering how much the horror of Simon being trapped under the Curse of the Ice Crown was first and foremost based around a loss of identity 

It only makes sense that this is still what Simon struggles with now, after being freed.

Simon knows who he’s not. He’s not Ice King. He is Simon Petrikov again. But who is Simon Petrikov now? Because it seems like his current situation has really taken away all of the ways Simon used to define his identity.

‘Simon Petrikov the antiquarian and archeologist’ is… not quite it anymore. His current job is similar, since he’s still teaching people about ages long past. It’s just that now that ancient era is his original world - but it’s clear that’s not quite what he wants to do anymore. Whatever it’s because he can’t get as excited about the 20th century as he could for ‘his’ ancient times, or because he doesn’t really like his new ‘teaching method’ where is quite literally a living museum exhibit.

And what about ‘Simon Petrikov the intellectual researcher of magic and the paranormal?’

Yeah, no chance anymore. Before the Crown, Simon had a real fascination with magic and the supernatural. But now, in the wacky world of Ooo - he has lost that aspect of himself completely. He aches for the mundane.

And then there’s ‘Simon Petrikov the adventurous outdoorsman’, which we only learned about just now.

Which is another aspect of Simon’s identity lost in the new context of Ooo. Simon might’ve been able to brave the elements against rain and mosquitos and poison ivy. But in this world of dragon monsters and shapeshifting bears he is just not able to take it anymore.

‘Simon Petrikov, Marcy’s gentle caretaker’ is right out too. Not only because Simon believes Marceline just doesn’t need him anymore…

But he also doesn’t see himself as capable of helping any little kids anymore - and not just in term of ability…

But also in terms of his own personality. 

Making this little girl cry basically smashed that part of his identity to dust.

And then there’s “Simon Petrikov, Betty Grof’s beloved”, which would be a fool’s errand to keep clinging to…

And yet…

creechurz

My Favorite Forms Of Media are the ones that are not afraid to say, “Hey. There’s some terrible things about the world. Sometimes it won’t get better. But that’s what life is and you gotta suck it up and swim by. You don’t get a second life, after all.”

My Favorite Forms Of Media are the ones with the characters that are not painted on a black or white spectrum and simply are. You can judge their actions all you want and hate them, and be perfectly allowed to. 

My Favorite Forms Of Media are the ones that shed light as much as dark. There’s always gonna be hope, even if it’s not possible. There’s always a way to be better even if you don’t follow it. There’s a spectrum of good and bad, but it wouldn’t be doing the good morals justice if you didn’t see the perspective of the bad moral. Sometimes we have to adapt to survive, and that can be either a blessing or a curse if we do survive.

We could die at any time, and there’s no one way for anyone to look at that.

So I wanted to tag some of my favorites as a little tribute.

Hello TMA fandom

Jealous Martin scene made me so giggly I had to draw it out ajdjjd😔💞💞

This is how their second meeting went right

maggie and tyler heath couldve written the communist manifesto but marx never couldve written

"as fortuna sits idly by

i spin her wheel w all my might

crushing my kin for warring-wage

minted from the ivory of your tooth and eye

under the table where she dines

i sit hungry w/ my mouth foamed white

fighting for crumbs that trickle down

as she finishes her cake, then takes a bite of mine"

My dash is feeling a bit stale and i would like to make some witchy mutuals so please like and repost this if you are

-kitchen witch

-hearth witch

-cottage witch

-floral witch

-garden witch

-love witch

-sea witch

-water witch

-moon witch

-cosmic witch

-stellar witch

-glamour witch

-beauty witch

-pop culture witch

-venusian witch

-aphrodite witch/devotee

-seasonal witch

-spirit witch

-faerie witch

- hellenistic witch

DNI TERFS SWERFS RADFEM TRANSMED TRUSCUM TRUMP SUPPORTERS PORN NSFW KINK NAZI ALT-RIGHT WHITE SUPREMACIST HOMOPHOBIC RACIST CGL (RE) DDLG YANDERE NYMPHET FAUNLET ABDL