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#I AM SO INCAPABLE OF BEING NORMAL
anatthema-art · 7 months
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one of the most uniquely niche hyperfixation agonies is being obsessed with you or your friends’ oc who happens to have the same name or something else immediately identifiable and incredibly similar yet coincidental to some other character from a big mainstream media and just having to sit in silence and suffer because the masses will never understand how Incapable Of Being Normal you are in associating the hyperfixation to Everything.
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I purchased a multi-picture frame at a goodwill with the express intention of refurbishing, painting, and putting art in it buuuut my girlfriend gave me a better idea so how I can say I made this:
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twink-with-an-agenda · 6 months
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the way they constantly haunt me. sick and twisted
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tragedy-for-sale · 1 month
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How Highly he Thought of You
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Look, I really just want to say that if this is a trial based on Yoda's deepest fears and desires, meaning one of his desires is for Obi-Wan to have known Dooku
If this is how Yoda wants things to be, he wants Dooku to still be with the Jedi and he wants Obi-Wan to know him. Yoda knows Obi-Wan would adore Dooku, he knows that if Dooku was still there, the loss of Qui-Gon might've not ruined him so much, because Dooku would be there and maybe Obi-Wan would've been okay.
Look how Obi-Wan doesn't take his eyes from Dooku, he adores him, he cannot stop smiling and he's just so invested in everything Dooku has to say. This is a child wonderstruck by old stories their Grandfather tells them. This is the Obi-Wan Yoda knows he would be if things hadn't gone how they had. He'd be happy, Yoda sees Obi-Wan's suffering and his strength and loyalty to the Jedi, he sees all that and knows Obi-Wan isn't happy, that he carries such a burden, so in Yoda's utopia there is such an emphasis on Obi-Wan's happiness because it isn't fair for Obi-Wan to suffer so much when he's never strayed from the light.
Yoda knows this, and he knows if he still had those two, Obi-Wan wouldn't suffer so.
Think of Obi-Wan's seat on the council too, we know Dooku was offered a seat and that Qui-Gon was too, then Obi-Wan and Anakin. Their entire (disaster) lineage was offered council seats, perhaps because Yoda, though Jedi cannot form attachments, offered Obi-Wan that seat because of how much it meant for Yoda to have one, one that turned out okay. And maybe Yoda looks at Obi-Wan and sees Qui-Gon, he sees Dooku, and his pain is a little less.
One of my favorite things to do are analysis' like these, if you want to see my take on a certain scenes send a request in perhaps :3
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haunted-xander · 7 months
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Girls when they are irreperably shaped by their circumstances
+ the sketch bc I liked it :3
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kermit-coded · 4 months
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god. robert moses showing pete the footage of kingston saying that he'd put pete down if his magic went out of control and pete's immediate response being that it must be faked or out of context because kingston is his friend and he trusts him, when not only was the footage real, but kingston would choose new york over pete, and he would make that choice every time. what if i exploded.
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cillixn · 10 months
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bylertruther · 1 year
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idk how 2 explain it bc im so sleepie n my brain is mush as per usual, but it bothers me greatly when ppl take s2 out of context and make all of the scenes where will is explicitly upset with how people treat him after his trauma abt anything else... like yes scenes can have multiple meanings espesh in retrospect but... to just ignore the context and his words entirely... it doesn't sit right with me. bc the truth is tht being Mentally Unwell or someone that has been Changed by the horrific things tht have happened to u in such a way tht u can never go back to who you were—not even just because of ur scars, but bc when other ppl look at you now that's all that they see and they won't let you be anything else either—does sometimes make u feel like a freak. it does make u feel like u don't fit in. it does make u feel like a mistake. and it is absolutely aggravated by people treating you differently even though you're still just you or trying desperately to move on or trying very hard to be normal. and it's like. it just doesn't feel Right or even true to the source material to make all of will's struggles abt his sexuality. he was fucking kidnapped, hunted, and starved out for a week in a whole other dimension by some terrifying monster. then he was stalked, violated, and possessed by another monster that killed bob, dozens of people, hurt his mom, and used him to try to kill everyone he loves. like. of course this kid is fucked in the head. of course he has ptsd and other things that make him feel different from other people. no matter what, he WILL always be different from everyone else because HE'S the one that these things happened to. the only other person who could have maybe an inkling of understanding is billy and he's fucking dead. like. of course being different makes him feel like a mistake sometimes but it's mike always being there for him, helping him, never once babying him, and believing in him and his ability to be strong and brave and save himself that makes him feel better for it and gives him the courage to fight on. like. BIGGEST WALL OF TEXT EVER BUT IT JUST UPSETS ME SO MUCH. HIS SEXUALITY IS NOT THE ONLY THING THAT MAKES HIM DIFFERENT. S2 MAKES THIS VERY CLEAR. THEY LITERALLY SAY IT. HE LITERALLY SAYS IT. AND YET—
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darchildre · 5 months
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Hey everybody, it's December now, and that means it's time for me to remind you all that Cash on Demand (1961) is technically a heartwarming Christmas story.
As well as being:
a) an extremely tense and well-scripted bank robbery thriller
b) perhaps one of Peter Cushing's finest performances, in which he is particularly mean and pale and brittle and cries at least twice
b.2) (Andre Morell is excellent also)
c) available in its entirety on youtube so you can go watch it immediately.
And you should.
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c0l0re · 2 months
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"I refuse to become another goddamn mystery."
This quote. This quote right here.
This fucking quote will haunt me until the day I die.
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rogueddie · 4 months
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sagesolsticewrites · 1 year
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Austin Butler via eTalkCTV’s Instagram
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philtstone · 2 years
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Aragorn/Arwen, 33
#33 -- your laugh is the best sound I have ever heard meleth = love/my love. a missing scene from fellowship of the ring bc i had to write some arthurian level yearning or whatever
They cross paths in one of Imladris's many halls, as she is exiting a room. Not the room, wherein the small Halfling is fluttering back from the edge of doom under her father's careful ministrations. But a room. Arwen was folding clean bandages, for something to do.
There has always been some quietly striking thing about Estel, the way he is at all times, even covered in grime and with an expression that does not well hide his fear. He looks as if he ran the entire remaining distance to Rivendell on foot, with three panicky Hobbits in tow besides. Which, in part, she is sure he must have.
"Arwen," he begins, not quite on a pant, but startled by her appearance and desperate enough for her to inhale and step forward, reaching for him.
"Unharmed," she says, of herself, and then, "healing, under my father's hand. We made it across the river in safety."
He makes to grasp the hand she offers him but Arwen reaches for his cheek instead. She watches his eyes close and feels the tacky, bristly jaw beneath her fingers. Here in the gentle, clean glow of her father's house he stands out in a way he had not in the wild, yet unwashed and so very obviously a man. Very warm, as he always is, but the damp heat under his skin confirms his carefully-hidden distress further. His cloak is hanging lopsided from familiar broad shoulders and his hair is a nest. She wishes to tease him again, as she did in the woods, but finds in this moment she cannot; she's missed him dearly.
They inhale, together, her hand upon him. Arwen is no fool; his trust in her did not discount the real danger and magnitude of their last several hours.
"You're injured," he says, even through his closed eyes. "And you've been weeping."
Arwen touches her free hand to the mostly-faded cut on her cheek. An injury it is not. She allows his lover's perspective nonetheless.
"You know that I weep often," she chooses to say.
"Do you?" Rhetorically, in a restrained murmur.
"Yes; I am quite as tender-hearted as you are, my love."
Estel opens his eyes, startled into a sudden laugh, which stretches crooked and a little pained across his face. It is then that they both relax. They are alone in the corridor; dear Frodo is alright; she wishes very much to kiss him.
"Unharmed," Aragorn repeats, on an exhale this time, one further bout of confirmation. Arwen has come to learn this about men -- this man -- the small stretch of time required to come to terms with a simple truth. There is something soothing about its necessity. But her peace is disrupted almost immediately; quite suddenly she is feeling the strain of want in her throat as he smooths rough fingers over her wrist, then her palm, lifting her hand away just so from his face.
"Arwen," he says a second time, very differently. "Meleth ..."
Oh, to fall into his arms ...
"You are very filthy, Estel," she says instead, allowing a touch of that teasing to return.
He turns his head and kisses the inside of her wrist in response, long and lingering and silent and warm, and holds her gaze all the while.
Her name is called, once, twice, from the room she only just exited.
"My lady Arwen!"
She sighs and he releases her, offers her the smallest of bows and another tired smile, and goes, presumable to check on his charges. But she is smiling in return. Time is not something she had great consideration for until she met Estel. She thinks of it now -- its brevity, its urgency. For now, Arwen hopes, they have escaped the danger, and may see each other happy for a short while longer.
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pepprs · 8 months
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feeling despair i don’t know how to put into words. im trying to figure out why im like this and how i got to be this way but i can’t even do it bc of the way i am and what im like. if that makes sense. like the problem prevents me from fixing the problem bc i can’t get to the root of it. despair despair despair
#purrs#delete later#basically i can’t internalize anything about myself. i can’t internalize that i am talented smart strong whatever and i can’t internalize#evidence that i matter and belong and am loved. i take in this evidence constsntly and it just evaporates. and then it’s like i have none of#it at all and im starving and shaking and dying and howling like a wretched little animal. and i live in this constant defaulstate of like..#feeling worthless and alone and utterly empty and like everything in my life is a dream or something. and in feeling that way and being#quite literally incapable of having emotional object permanence.. i actually make that situation real for myself. i make myself alone and#wretched. i isolate myself and shut down and don’t let myself take up the space i can. and it’s just awful. it’s unfixabke.#i just suck it all dry. i deny myself to myself and to everyone else. and idk what made me like this bc i don’t think i always used to be#this way w depression and depersonalization or whatever the fuck dsm 6 type shit i have going on. but i can’t internalize anything about#myself and my life and have no desire / willpower to look back beyond a certain point and really analyze and probe to figure out what#happened to me to make me like this so i can heal the core wound. soim just constantly in wretched tortured panicking creature mode. awesome#this cry for help brought to you by: my sister guilt tripping me into doing her laundry + my brother showing me his beautiful music +#realizing that unlike redacted i have not documented every part of my life and have no access to early childhood artifacts that would reveal#anything about me and that it does n’t even matter / isn’t special anyway. i love being normal 😎🫶🏻‼️#at least i haven’t been dissociating as badly about work stuff lately but. that’s definitely still a thing too so. what if my whole life is#just the wrong timeline i wasn’t supposed to be in and nothing is actually real. lawl 😳#this is a ​really awesome time for my therapist to be going on a monthlong honeymoon btw 😍 she deserves it so much but omg im dying already
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agenderduck · 7 months
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in case anyone was wondering i am in fact duck comorbid red guy.
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faithisland · 1 month
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fuck man it's so fucking frustrating how I'd probably love to clean and organize if i were ablebodied (or even just didn't have my specific conditions but still the nd traits)
I just can't be moving my head around like crazy. walking while moving my arms, reaching my arms down and immediately up, lowering my head to the ground to reach something and then standing back up, having no momentary neck support at any time, those are the worst for me. I would do any task, honestly. I just feel so fucking trash every time I do these kinds of things. standing is excruciating, moving my arms while doing it literally affects my consciousness to the point where I lose track of what I'm doing (and not in the typical adhd way).
as long as I can stay stationary, particularly partially lounging, I am capable of rational, logical thought. I can think through long term consequences, remember the basic physics of the universe, generally function like I am not an alien to this dimension.
#i literally drop things bc i forget im holdinf them#or i think that idk it wont drop ljke im a fuxking astronaut#i slam into things bc i forget i have a physical form#literally being up and movinf around makes my brain SO dissociated and im SO dizzy and my vision is wonky and i can barely focus on staying#up right#but i can do things like go for walks#its all about how much i move my arms and get up and down#so badically i seem like im faking it🫥#i can do 'fun' things but not work#not paying attention to the faxt that i dont much like the activities im doint#i do them to stay alive and make others happy#and genuinely i am incapable of what would make me happy#WHICH IS WORK#GENUINELY#my life is miserable BECAUSE i cant clean or move around#i hate feeling like i contribute nothing to the ppl i love#i hate not being organized#and i HATE not working so so so so so much#the sad fact is that i just really cant work#i have to somehow get better#even though no one knows whats wrong w me or believes im genion3ly experiencing it#i dont have seizures apparently its normal to collapse and go into spasms w ur eyes rolled back in your head.#apparently thats normal#apparently its fine to hallucinate my whole life and have fainting spells and confusion and disorientation and feel sensations as other thin#gs#thats kusy notmal and not indicitive of ANY neurological priblem#so i should shut up and go away and get some CBT about it#i jusy dont fucking know whatcyh3 fuck i am supposed to do#what am i supposed to do to be able to work
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