Maybe the real Fight Club was the friends we made along the way.
*muffled Tyler Durden-like screaming from inside a massive padlocked wooden chest nearby what keeps shaking and shuddering violently at the same time*
Not this crap again….
*starts hammering violently on the wooden chest*
SHIT!!! UP!!!!!!!!!!!!
*the noises and shuddering stop abruptly*
Anyway….
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Feel free to skip on past this, I’ve just gotta ramble for a minute bc i cant stop thinking about this kid from work last week. They were so much like me at that age (5-6th grade) that I didn’t know how to interact with them? I didn’t know what to say to them bc I don’t know what I needed to hear back then, what I would’ve WANTED to hear? What would I have even listened to? They were almost entirely silent and looked out at the world with a hesitant curiosity, but would pull back so fast as soon as you tried to interact w them. Little to no eye contact, face hidden in hair, always looking down, following others until they could strike off on their own and just quietly explore. Intently focusing on drawing any chance they got. We did an art project and they hunched over their piece the entire time and wouldn’t let any of us see it in progress, refusing to look up or acknowledge us if we asked to see it or to know what it was. Idk. I barely interacted w them while they were with us for those few days bc I didn’t know how? It almost hurt to try? It was like looking back into a time machine and i didn’t know how to tell them that it does get better,,, I still don’t even know if where I am is better, some days feel so unsure that I don’t think I’ve made any progress at all. But seeing that kid, idk. I’ve come pretty far. And it DOES get better. Maybe it’s not the best now, or even that great at all, but it’s better. I wish I could’ve told them but I don’t think they’d have wanted to hear it anyway
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Fuck I’m fully invested in this au now. Baby Sam naming Azazel the first time he ever meets him (disguised as a clerk in the grocery store) because Lucifer sees [his true face] and immediately warns Sam (knowledge is power & Sam deserves power) — freaking the fuck out of John and Azazel both.
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I love The Forgotten Son, because Brigadier (tho he’s still a colonel when this is set) goes back to his home village, and realises he remembers basically none of his childhood, and the other soldier he’s with asks “did you have a traumatic childhood?” And Brig’s like “nope. Definitely not a traumatic childhood. I remember basically nothing but it must be because of something else”
Then the rest of the book proceeds to show that Brig did indeed have a traumatic childhood that slowly comes back to him
(Ofc, it’s the dr who universe, so the memory loss is alien stuff, but still)
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situation song where its just retelling the events of yifc and its called "your imaginary friend 2"
your imaginary friend… TWO
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i swear to god no one understands death in puss in boots like maybe i'm just morbid and think + care too much about death the concept in general but it's like come on people. even beyond my own weirdness i just feel like the way people... personify? death too much just does such a disservice to that whole arc in the movie in general
it's like. death is a CONCEPT. it's intangible. it doesn't have a personality. it doesn't have a body. it's just, something that happens. it's a natural phenomenon. i can't even say it's a nonsentient object, because like, a rock still has a tangible form. but death is literally just a concept it doesn't exist as something you can touch it is just something that happens. it's like, gravity, or the way the wind blows, like they're concepts. they undeniably shape the world but they're just events, things that happen, not any tangible or physical or living parts of the world itself.
so then isn't it so much, then, for someone to be so arrogant and full of hubris, that he pisses off an intangible idea, a concept, something that just happens, so badly that it takes on a tangible form just to fucking kill him?
by personifying death too much - by which i mean, acting like Death is an actual character with an actual personality, someone who is easily irritated and intrinsically violent - is both like, that's not what death lowercase is, but it also just takes away the pure punch of the whole concept of this arc in the movie. if death is just some actual guy and he's already so easily moved to anger and violence then puss isn't really like an exception yknow? but if you treat Death like lowercase death then it's like damn puss screwed up SO BADLY that he moved literally an ASPECT OF NATURE to such anger that it decided to smite him down prematurely. it's to show how badly puss screwed up!!!!! removing that removes so much of the power of his character growth. it's not about being forgiven by this one guy, it's about accepting and coming to peace with your own mortality, and learning to make the most of life in spite of it
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when I was around twelve I used to sit at the family computer and send hatemail to a white french dude named Jacques who was a self proclaimed communist on Tumblr. This was back in the day when you didn't need a blog to send anon hate. I had no real beef with him but I just didn't like his tone. used to send him "SHUT UP Jacques" periodically. and he'd answer every single one of my asks like "who is this?? show your face or I'll fucking kill you" and I'd be like "now now, that doesn't make sense, jacques" all haughty and he'd get so fucking mad at me. One time he posted a selfie and I sent him an ask claiming I was a psychologist and that his hair parting suggested that he wasn't a communist at all. and he took it deliriously serious and went off on a 2,000 word rant. I can remember going to stay at my grandparents over that weekend, so I didn't even respond to the rant until I came back. I could've chosen to end it there, but when I returned, I sent him another ask which was like "psychologist here again: if you were a communist your hair parting would be in the middle. evenly distributed. All behavioural signs point to someone who doesn't take their own values seriously." and he went ballistic. really swearing at me. all caps type beat. he never turned the asks off, btw. which always made me wonder if he didn't know how to, or if he didn't want to cause he was convinced he was fighting a war, and this action would ensure he lost it. anyway this went on for weeks until one day I completely forgot about him like he was some kind of childhood imaginary friend I'd conjured up in my loneliness. but yesterday I happened to recall the whole scenario, because my buddy was like "remember when you were twelve and I came over to your house, and you showed me on the computer how you'd been terrorizing this random French guy for days on end. And you were laughing like fucking crazy. and I said it wasn't funny because he probably had problems, and you were like 'oh.' and you looked a bit guilty for a second, but then you went and got a grapefruit from the kitchen and threw it out of the second story window at my kid brother, who was playing in the street, and then you started laughing again?" Well. when she put it like that, needless to say I felt bad. so Jacques if you're out there I'm sorry I was such a little shit. you had totally normal hair, and you only wanted people to share stuff. If it's any consolation I know every day of my life that I'm probably going to hell for the sick things I have done
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