The best character development is when the antagonist doesn't even really change or redeem himself. Like no, he still sucks, he's just on our side now.
Direct byproduct of being neurodivergent and growing up isolated from your peergroup is having no idea when it's appropriate to define someone as your friend
Is this person I met yesterday my friend? What about this person I've been talking to every day for three months? What about this person I've known since middle school? Is friend a title I have to earn? What are the limits of friendship? Is it a static state, make-or-break, or is it some endless dance-dance-revolution style cavalcade of prompts and challenges and social cues I have to hit perfectly to keep it up? Does it bend? Does it break? I don't fucking know man I just work here.
i still remember when the dude doing my autism assessment asked me how many friends I had, and I was like "okay but how are we defining friendship?" and he just like, stared at me for a second and then wrote down some notes
We offer a wide range of monster problems. Details: the Fall of the Damned, c. 1468, by Dirk Bouts.
People portraying Edgeworth as a posh, suave gentleman will never not be funny to me. Edgeworth is like Mr Darcy; he has no idea how to flirt and spends every social interaction overanalysing every single thing that gets said. And then he never confesses his feelings ever because in spite of a rampant superiority complex he thinks Phoenix is way out of his league.
That's my headcanon, and I'm right.
Phoenix is trying to teach Apollo how to move his tiny baby wings, so he wouldn't struggle so much before they're fully grown.
Apollo is doing his best.
you’re telling me Phoenix forgot-to-turn-the-paper-over Wright and Miles didn’t-notice-the-body-in-his-car Edgeworth are supposed to realise their feelings are reciprocated? I’ll put the kettle on this could take a while
he’s just a dear and indispensable friend ok there’s nothing more going on between us. i only think about him at night and gaze longingly out the window that’s all. i was just grappling with the fact that i might have to live out the rest of my life without him, you know, on the private jet that i chartered so that i might rush to his side and prove to myself i’m not going to lose him. is my mascara running
