“how do you define art?” Art is the shot in Lockwood and co where they are riding up the catafalque huddled together with the half dead Lockwood coming out of the grave and into the light

I was reading and I couldn't resist doing this silly goofy doodle like on the thinking cloth

Haymitch and his ducklings

OH MY GODDDDD ITS PERFECT 😭😭😭😭😭😭

Top Lines from Lockwood and Co (show) that are really simple but actually hugely important:

—“All we’ve ever known in the Problem, and that’s not okay!”

—“meet you after for an epic breakfast”

—“the world that made women give up their babies, that’s the problem”

—“the world is bigger than the Problem George”

—“let’s draw our swords and kick in the doors like we’re really cool and know what we’re doing”

—“all alone in that big empty house of yours”

Though he does love fencing - everyone knows that - it's not for himself that he's researching rapiers in his spare time.

No, research like that is tedious, and he already has a flawless fit. That's the thing - he knows rapiers, knows what he likes. And he's not inclined to lose them. Not nearly as often as you'd think, anyway.

He knows his rapiers. But Lucy? She's never had a chance to find a good fit. Never had someone take her through the world of blades and land on the right kind for her - the right hilt, the right style.

No, before London, she was still in training. A cog easily changed out - an empty uniform waiting to be filled. A blade that passed through many hands, before and after hers.

Like his own past, it was sad to think about, so he didn't. it didn't matter, anyway -- she had come to London. She was his.

Is, even. So he's allowed to take care of that little oversight. To outfit her properly -- like a real agent. Like a top class one, even.

Of course, it would be easier if she was... well, anyone else. No, good ol' Luce would fight a gesture like that. Would make it complicated.

So the boxes come, little gifts that she doesn't recognize as exactly that. And they practice together - his eyes following her, evaluating. Watching - not because he likes to watch her, exactly, but because it's all part of his job.

And if it's the highlight of his day - his week - when a new box of rapiers show up? Well, that's just because he enjoys helping Lucy find her footing - or the proper grip, anyway.

Just the l&co universe being described as dark and cold the entire series. But Lucy describes Lockwood as warmth and sunshine.

He lightens her world🥲.

all the "Holly has the only brain cell at Lockwood & Co" memes are funny, but they miss a fundamental element of her character, namely that she too is a little freak. An oddball. A not-so-secret weirdo. The kind of person who thinks it's normal and acceptable to sweep up crumbs around someone's plate while they're eating. A girl who gets on board with thefts, heists and beating up pensioners within an alarmingly short space of time. No one who works at Lockwood & Co is normal

Girl was working at a company for like less than a year and her employer and coworkers are like, hey girl, wanna go break and enter your old place of employment? And she was like, hell yea, hold on I gotta put my hot girl tactical clothes on and then I'm absolutely down. And then she broke into her old place of employment, robbed and set it on fire.

No one who works at Lockwood & Co is normal.

#when they were discussing the cannibal case and she's in the cafe making a food order like#sandwiches are in poor taste for this discussion#i just ordered us a pot of tea and a mountain of dessert#she's insane your honor#who thinks that?#she fits right in

This exactly! Also, I'll raise you: I don't think a single agent could possibly be normal. There's no way you go and face the undead every night, are simultaneously ostracised and put on a pedestal by society, frequently lose friends under highly traumatic circumstances and remain normal. Any normal person is quitting.

Absolutely.

If I had to pick one, the most emotionally well adjusted one is probably George for me, but that bar is low. Underground prison catacombs under Aikemere's low. No one who agrees to do this paranormal child soldiers stuff is ok. Everyone just has different coping strategies and facades to hide the damage.

What I find so interesting is that we really know so little about any potential trauma regarding George, compared to the other four l&co members and even Flo. Like he seems to have had a relatively normal family life and all. But I'm always wondering what we might just not know about him. He's keeping a lot to himself I think. But the potential is so deep...

On another note: I sooo love that they are all crazy, loveable weirdos! ❤️

My theory about George is that he ended up being a field agent kind of accidentally. He is very academically inclined and implied to have had a more comprehensive education. There seems to have been no financial need for him to go work for Fittes. Fittes may have scouted him because of his grades, his research skills and his interest in The Problem. Or George applied himself thinking it would further his field of interest. But I think on paper George must have seemed like a good candidate for not just case work, I think Fittes recognized he could be good enough to work in their "research basement". Because George joined Fittes late. He only worked for them six months before working for Lockwood. So he was like ... 13 when he joined Fittes? Agencies scout kids for basic agent work way younger. They took a gamble on George because he was showing such promise and maybe hoped that with time he could be promoted out of basic research to Other Side stuff gradually. Only George was not what they expected and they quickly saw how much trouble he would be and got rid of him. So George got all this agent training basically as byproduct and then Lockwood came along and recruited him and he ended up doing a lot more field work than he ever intended. It's why he doesn't tie a lot of his identity to being an agent like Lucy or Lockwood do. It was never his goal. George is just a weirdo with a hyper obsession and being an agent was a means to an end.

#george cubbins#He's like a guy who really likes nuclear physics but unfortunately it's WWII#i think his journey is more about developing a scientific moral compass#instead of assuming doing scientific research automatically means you're beyond good or evil#he starts trying to torture a ghost onto revealing secrets of life and death and ends saying not everything needs to be discovered actually#his arc is a very interesting one#emotionally he's well adjusted but his scientific ethics and morals are way off#his adjustment is not about how he relates to humans it's how he relates to his work and those hw studies @indelen

brb chewing on this!!

"I've almost got it!"

as finished as that one gets. not happy by far but good enough to post. hopefully.

Being a Shifters means....

Seeing that someone for the first time and having your hearts sync. It means staying up late and feeling that pen in your hand or your palm gripping your phone, soon to be craving a persons touch.

It means seemingly endless days and/or nights praying that "tonight is your night" no matter what your brain wants you to believe.

It means subconsciously loving someone and consciously giving love to someone. It means breakdowns, takedowns, euphoria high and depression lows.

It means reflection, rethinking, rewinding. It means making playlist and associating songs with certain events or people or even you. It means treating the air like a person. It means a self-care night. It means watching your favorite shows. It means falling in love. It means being there for you. It means being happy.

It's means going against the nature that trained your brain, fighting against it.

A shifters love is a love that travels through so many universes it becomes intertwined with the multiverse. Doing once so it can naturally occur. Trusting yourself because all you have is yourself.

Shifters are one of the strongest people I've met, including the ones that give up. To go years and years to experience the feeling of love and nurture knowing you are where you want to be, where you need to be and where you can always always always come back too. Test and recognize everyone.

Test and recognize.

please go home. You're ready.

i made a post before about how lucy as a character has this core contradiction of being like super sensitive to paranormal phenomena while also completely lacking insight into the people around her. i think an interesting corollary to that is that the difference between lucy's deep sensitivity and her shallow sensitivity is, essentially, death

for everybody else death is like a veil that they either can't see past at all or that only gives them surface-level impressions of visitors without a sense of personhood or motivation. but for lucy it's completely reversed. she ONLY intuitively has insight into the motivations of the dead and is pretty much blind to the interiority of the living (which for example is why she thinks george and holly don't like her)

in the same way that she gets frustrated when lockwood doesn't recognise the inner complexity of visitors and fails to connect with them and help them, she's equally guilty of this in the living world, and as a result she completely misses out on friendships she could easily be making. lucy and lockwood both let their insight be obfuscated by their surface perceptions in different ways and in doing that you see that they only ever lose out. super interesting as a theme

How people who only saw the show see Lockwood: dark, broody and moody. Sexy guy with a difficult past and a jawline.

Book Lockwood: canonically pretends to be a whale

my take on young Anthony and Jessica Lockwood. The few things we know about these siblings is so damn tragic, huh? I feel bad for Jessica, she's not really a character in the story but she has so much presence. I have a crazy Visitor!Jessica/Source!Lockwood concept au in my head you if you wanna hear it some time...

anyways about THIS art, i had some trouble picturing what Jessica looked like. I know Lockwood's had a couple of instances where he saw his sister in place of Lucy, but, lol, i don't want her to look like Lucy, and honestly I can make a case that he had trauma hallucinations or something to explain that away. But! I've always pictured her kinda girly, and wears a lot of blue. I also think of her having straight(er) hair while Anthony has curly hair.

executive dysfunction is legitimately physically uncomfortable. i’ll be trapped between two things, weirdly caught on how-much-time-it-might-take-me. i take hours worried im going to take hours doing things. i’ll sit on the floor for the entire day, caught up in the middle of not-doing the chores i actually do want to be doing.

& the amount of mental energy that goes into it. & the legitimate amount of anger and discomfort and self-hate. is not “being lazy”.  it’d be a lot less work if i didn’t have to fight myself to just get up and do it. 

i just need you to understand it’s not effortless. it’s never effortless. it’s not “okay let me just get up and finally start doing this.” it’s more like. i am slamming my foot on the pedal but the car is in neutral and nothing is moving. it’s more like shouting instructions into a dying telephone. it’s more like being trapped in a small electric box, and someone who hates me is administering shocks. 

im trying. im trying. please help me get up.

the other day, my mother said she assumed I was working when I was in my room, writing or drawing or other wise creating.

I had to explain that no, I spent a lot of time sitting there with my head full of static.

‘don’t you get bored?’

no I’m not there.

‘aren’t there things you want to be doing?’

yes, desperately

‘why aren’t you doing them?’

the static. I just sit there, and think of the things I want to be doing, and not to any of them. I just sit there and there’s static. time keeps passing and I don’t have time to do anything. All i have to do is pick a task. Pick up a pen. Put my hands to the keyboard. I know how to do these things. I can do these things. But instead there’s static, which sometimes gets louder as I try to push myself to do them.

‘that sounds like hell’

*sarcastic jazz hands* a bit

Lucy painting!!!

Trying to relearn how to use watercolours and just had to paint my fav girl!!

(And happy St. Paddy’s Day lovelies!)