#I dislike the unknown

[bookofhappyescapes]

Why am I sad? Because I saw you for so little time. And I don’t know when I’ll next see you again. 

Naturally it’ll probably only be a week or two, but the unknown is so scary and I feel as if I already miss you with my whole being

#lgbtq+ #aroace #long distance qpr #long distance #I miss them so much #they are sat across from me at the cafe #I still miss them #poetry #queer poetry #qpr pride #the unknown #I dislike the unknown #longing

[chalamet-chalamet]

Timothée filming ‘A Complete Unknown’ recently

IG credit to deuxmoi

#timothee chalamet #timothée chalamet #uhhhh I dislike deuxmoi #but content is content #a complete unknown #new jersey

[voidedjuice]

it's always a bit surprising to me how little stuff there is out there of Goldenglow and the women she interacts with in a light spark in darkness

Her most popular f/f pairing seems to be that pink x pink crackship with pozy?? Meanwhile in her event she's either close or growing closer with so many others, Quercus, Haze, even like, Grani.. And Yet

#ggx red avenger seems reasonably popular so i guess only the m/f fans actually read her event or something #tbh i dont dislike that pairing either but its yuri always forever for me #unknown gg yuri stocks.... i wish to invest in them #personally my fave is susie with haze bc like they meet in this whole starcrossed mutually saving each others lives way #i also like to hc that susie at least had a huge crush on quercus #just makes sense to me #arknights #text

[dozydawn]

Needlepoint embroidery (found works made from hobby kits, unpicked and reworked) by Matt Smith.

#the ethics of unpicking thrifted needlework is a rich vein. #in my previous post some folks disapproved. i don’t know where i stand. #i’m the sort of person who dislikes when women butcher an heirloom wedding dress. so i should dislike this too. but i don’t. #if he were a worse textile artist i might. & i prefer to think of smith’s work as collaborative anyway #the credit should read unknown & matt smith #needlepoint #needlework #embroidery #textile art #matt smith #matt j smith #surreal #surrealism #fave art

[chaos-bites]

There is comfort in the madness - a sort of familiarity. I find myself lost in it sometimes. I allow myself to be whisked away by the winds of the hurricane and embrace its cruelty, as if scratching my skin and breaking my bones was a proper way of showing affection.

I find comfort in the madness, until I don't. Until the pain and fear finally catches up to me, and my mind registers the danger of the situation. The sense of familiarity is comforting, but the winds battering my body and the debris slicing my cheeks pulls me out of the trance-like state I found myself in.

Chaos can be comforting, but recognizing when it's actually needed is an essential skill.

#loki deity #loki worship #this has been something Loki has been teaching me gradually #but very much so a lesson i am still learning #it has a lot to do with trauma; our brains like familiarity and dislike the unknown #so even when a situation is dangerous or bad for us #if it's something we can recognize then we feel drawn to it like a moth to a flame #a flame that will eventually scorch the moth's wings #trauma recovery

[oscill4te]

When you think abt it; algebra is soooo awesome.. you can figure out an unknown number as long as you have the other inputs.. thats sooo epic.

#yesterday i did some algebra to answer a silly pointless question hehe #it made me realize just how cool it was to figure out an unknown number just by having the other inputs yknow #i used algebra to figure out how dislikes a video of mine had (there was a like to dislike % ratio but.) #youtube only had the ratio. and told me how many likes i had. so i used algebra to figure out how many dislikes there were lol #it was funny #26 xD

[junglejim4322]

I always find it funny when people who seem to exclusively follow people who hate me follow me. Watch out! You’re going to reblog my post and get guillotined!

#i assume it’s because most people who dislike me on here keep my name out of their mouth. for unknown reasons? #but have no problem entering my dms or going on anon and going crazzzzzy mode

[donghyuckkies]

whyyyy are the three best songs on the album under 3 minutes long

#like whoever is responsible for this short song trend needs to fucking die istg #anyway smoothie is the only song on the album i dislike #i'm not including the ballad cuz well #it's a ballad #but otherwise my ranking rn is #box > icantfeelanything > carat cake > unknown #also lol jisungs part in the 2nd smoothie chorus is so baaaaad that boy has NO flow omg #especially after hearing mark's version in the 1st chorus the difference in skill is so obvious 💀 #nct dream

[centaurianthropology]

On Faceless Death, From the Perspective of Someone Who Deals with Death Every Day

This is a post I’ve toyed with writing for a while, and I keep thinking about writing it every few months when a new tragedy or accident or some other event that leads to loss of life comes up, and I see the inevitable deluge of people celebrating the deaths.  And these are very rarely the deaths of known actors, those whose actions, both good and bad, are public record.

These are, for lack of a better term, the unknown and faceless.  The “Ten People Die in Such-and-Such a Circumstance” people.  What is known about them is usually that they were in a place when an event occurred, be it a concert, a festival, a town, whatever.  But there are assumptions made about them because of where they were and what they might have been doing.  People claim that “everyone” doing a specific thing or being in a specific place was a member of XYZ group, and that’s why it’s fine to laugh and celebrate the deaths of these very ordinary people.

And I call them ordinary because they are.  Because all death is ordinary, because everyone is equalized in that.  Because these are not known actors, but those people who simply were in the wrong place at the wrong time, and their names, their faces, their stories are likely known only to those they left behind. 

I am a medical examiner.  Every day I go to work and I’m greeted by photos and stories of the dead.  These are also often people who were in a certain place at a certain time, who have judgment passed on them.  These are the woman found in a cheap motel room with a syringe floating next to her in a moldy bathtub.  These are the tatted-up uncle walking his nephew home when he’s caught in a drive-by.  This is the wealthy man who is bludgeoned to death while out walking on a secluded trail.  These are the kids caught in cross-fire as their older siblings shoot out their disputes.  These are an old woman dying alone at home and not being found for weeks because no one thought to check on her.  These are young college students driving home from a party when they roll over and get ejected through a windshield.  These are the rich, the poor, the addicted, the previously-sick, the expected-right-up-until-it-wasn’t.  These are those who at least someone will claim weren’t “innocent” victims.  These are people of unknown pasts and stories found dead far from home, whose stories and even identities may never be known.  Sometimes it’s natural, sometimes accidental, sometimes they kill themselves or someone else kills them.  Sometimes we just can’t tell because they’re so decomposed by the time they’re found that all we can say is that there’s no obvious trauma and no retained bullets. 

And the thing that unites all these cases, from the mundane to the photos that still haunt me, is that they’ve almost all left people behind.  These are the people who death truly hurts, because for the dead there is no more hurt, but for those that remain there is nothing but hurt.  The woman who overdoses in the tub is found by her boyfriend.  The old woman finally has a daughter who comes from hours away to crawl through a window and find her.  The nephew sees his uncle gunned down.  The siblings realize exactly the cost of their war when their baby siblings are bleeding out.  They are the ones left behind.  They are the ones who feel the guilt and the grief and the hole in the world where their loved ones used to be. 

And every time I see people celebrating the death of some stranger whose name and life is unknown to them, purely because they were at a certain place at a certain time, or they are assumed to be “one of those sorts of people”, I think about these deaths: lonely or in public, in fear or shock or the simple and chill acceptance that comes with realizing they will die.  I think about the conversations a medical examiner or a paramedic or a scene investigator has with those left behind.  I think about these lives, each unique, intricate, and gone.  I think about the tattoos that tell a story.  I think about the color of clouded-over eyes.  I think about the clothing they or someone else chose for them.  I think about text conversations, about emails and scribbled-down notes in handwriting so bad I can only make out a few words.  I think about all the things that they have done or could have done, all the paths they have walked and will never walk.

Working with death on such an intimate level is an incredibly humbling experience.  It makes me realize how small we all are, and yet also how vast.  How our lives and deaths spread out to touch so many others.   It’s why, with very few exceptions, I view all deaths as tragedies.  Yes, including the death of that nameless, faceless person you’re thinking about right now who was probably a member of some group you think deserves it.  Because lives can change.  Paths can change.  People can change, right up until everything stops.  Death is the one thing that guarantees a person will never change.  Maybe you think that because they might have been a part of a certain group, they are purely and simply Bad People, or that they must have done terrible things and their death is therefore somehow a good thing.  In your hypothetical world where this very real death can be used for moral clout and grandstanding.

But you don’t know who they were.  You don’t know what they did or who they left behind.  Death is never clean.  It is a fracture that goes through so many lives.  There are so few people in the world whose loss is a genuine net good.  Of course they exist, but I find that they are rare.  And I certainly can never assume that someone I don’t know, who was simply in a place at a time and may or may not be “one of those people”, whichever people are being discussed, would be so bad that their death should be celebrated, and that the pain of those left behind should, in turn, also be celebrated.  I think the world has more than enough casual cruelty without adding to it in that way. 

#death #tw death #as a medical examiner #who deals with death very closely every day #I cannot understand celebrating the deaths of people whose actions and lives are unknown #just because they are part of a group (or usually simply suspected to be a part of a group) that you dislike #there is a difference between disliking the actions of a group #fighting against those actions and trying to reduce harm #and celebrating a death of someone you don't know #because they might be a part of that group #or even are a part of that group #but that's the only thing you know about them #people are intricate and full of endless possibility #right up until they aren't #the only time we stop having the capacity for self-improvement #is when we're in the ground #sorry this one's a bit morbid #but I've been thinking about this for a while #hopefully it makes some sense

[modusmumbles]

when I said chaos this was not what I meant good god. where's Apollo's dogeball

#a the fact noone got injured is a miracle #b its not like the dangers of manhole covers are unknown #baku and monaco happened after all #c unserious sport #d why am i someone who dislikes f1 awake in time to listen to this shitshow live #las vegas gp 2023

[moonlit-tulip]

So if you don't mind sharing, what's your story with plurality based rescue sims?

In 2018, I started experimenting with self-hypnosis, and after a few months my experiments led to the unintended-but-not-wholly-unanticipated side effect of generating a headmate. Somewhat to my own surprise, I got along very well with her and ended up pretty quickly getting emotionally attached to her. However, for hard-to-concisely-summarize reasons, after a couple months she started fading back away, becoming both increasingly disinclined-towards-autonomous-action and increasingly difficult-for-me-to-deliberately-interact-with. By mid-to-late 2019, she was pretty much completely gone.

Due to the aforementioned emotional attachment, I was unhappy about this; I tried my best to slow the process down while it was happening, but failed. Then I spent a while grieving about her ~death. And then, finally, around 2021, I decided that if I was so unhappy about her being gone then the natural thing to do would be to try to bring her back.

So I did a bunch of experimental brainhacking, including self-hypnosis and also a bunch of other stuff, in order to try to (a) generate a new live copy of her and (b) make it possible for her to exist more stably and not just immediately re-fade. And they both worked! Not perfectly, in the case of (a)—I wasn't able to restore her exactly-as-she-was-in-2019, various pieces of her personality and motivational structure were missing—but at the very least better than expected, as measured in terms of retrieval / recreation of psychological modules which had always been only hers, which I'd been unable to use myself in her absence. Very unambiguously a continuation of many of her old psychological threads, even if one who'd lost some pieces in the restoration-process.

And since then she's been around in the background of my life. Not nearly as actively so as she was in 2019, due to the aforementioned difficulties-restoring-her-motivational-system—it's only maybe a couple-times-a-year thing, now, for her to initiate interactions-with-the-world without some form of prodding-into-action from me—but present nonetheless, to a sufficient degree that I consider my goals with the plot to restore her to be pretty unambiguously fulfilled. And, thanks to my success at the stabilization part of the plan, likely to remain thus indefinitely from here on out!

#Archive #Ask #Social #Ways In Which Alyssa Is Weird #Brain-Sharing #for anyone now wondering if there have been prior cases of your having interacted with my headmate while falsely thinking she was me: #(as tends to be the default question my mind goes to when i learn about friends having previously-unknown-to-me headmates) #there haven't been; she dislikes fronting and also separately struggles to keep up conversation with anyone whose mind she can't read well #thus in practice she almost never talks with people other than me

[redstrewn]

Leander gives me that vibe of what happens with everyone's childhood "i want to save the world" but put in someone whos actually rich and powerful so that ideation never dies but hes still immature and delusional and blinded by ambition

#redstrewn talks #blinded by adoration too #his money and magical talents brought him far and its all getting to his head likely #hes so convinced he is like god even if he doesnt think of the word god #everything hes doing is like trying to be god. immortality/transcending death. dislike of the unknown (we will never know everything). #magic is kind of like a god thing too. #“as above so below” kind of like meaning to affect everything on any plane #sir your head is inflated so fucking huge. i want to deflate it. #let MC humble this man

[unknownspecies]

stick muscles on any character and youll have me immediately fold

#not rhat i ever disliked gojo #i absolutely loved him #i just like a few other seemingly BEEFIER charas more #but now that we’ve been shown whats under his jacket #DADDY BRO #HIS COMPRESSION SHIRT ?!?! #pretty boy AND beefy ?!?! #it cant get better than this #PLEASE #the unknown talks

[anas-tasiaa]

All Saeran's version [ original & another story ]

Which one is your favorite? 😘

Kid Saeran Unknown

Saeran SE Ray

Suit Saeran Saeran GE

VAE Saeran Christmas Saeran

#mystic messenger #saeran choi #Saeran SE #Saeran GE #unknown mystic messenger #Saeran V after ending #suit saeran #I think you know what I would choose ahah 🤣 #OF COURSE SAERAN SE AND UNKNOWN!!!!! ♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️ #I like VAE saeran too! #and yes our all beloved baby kid Saeran! #i don't dislike the rest but I'm just too used and familiar with original saeran #than another story saeran #he feels like someone else #but I do like them all #this is just for personal preference #or maybe I just like Saeran with Saeyoung lol #BUT LOL LOOK AT HOW MANY VERSION OF HIM THAT WE GOT 🤨 #excuse me sir?????????? please be mine????????? #SAERAN IS JUST- #chef's kiss

[hopefromadoomedtimeline]

does trunks want kids? bc that was a dad worthy joke right there

The answer is complicated.

He's not completely opposed to the idea of either adopting kids or having them the biological way, he's just really shaken at the idea of it.

He's had so much taken away from him, his mentor, his mother, his entire world- It's left him terribly uncertain at the idea that things will remain safe. That the things he loves will remain in this world.

Hell, even if we're talking Z-era stuff, he'd be more open to the idea, but still unsure about it.

He doesn't mention that he's terrified of losing any more in his life, as he's felt despair at the repeated failure to keep those he treasured alive and well.

He feels that if he ever had a kid and lost them, he'd snap mentally. He knows just wouldn't be able to handle the toll.

Unless his partner can give him that sense of ease and security that everything's gonna be okay, the idea of it all is going to be met with immense hesitation.

#unknown to history (anonymous) #// something i enjoy about super is that it makes trunks's trauma like 100 times worse #// fun stuff tbh #// honestly while i imagine trunks is fond of kids the thought of having his own doesn't come up without prompting #// also fun fact he doesn't thin about being married with his partner bc he was a bastard and his mom never married so #// he just views it as unnecessary bc he'll practically act like a husband either way once enough time passes #q #headcanon tag pending #// does this make sense? who knows #// if i go back and dislike this i'm gonna delete it

[poetry-protest-pornography]

chances are you can't reblog that brothers post because you've been blocked. at least i think that being unable to interact with a post is due to that. it's how i realized i'd been blocked :D

Yeah, I figured that was probably it. Though I've never interacted with that person outside of liking the occasional post that pops up, and was able to tag them?

Trying not to spiral about what I could've done to offend someone I've never spoken to or had any interaction with 🤷🏼‍♀️

Oh well, if they don't want to see me, that's their prerogative, I've blocked people for lots of reasons, so hopefully there's not a stranger out there actively disliking me for mystery reasons. (Obviously, I'm doing really well with the not thinking about it 😆)

Anywhoodle, thanks for confirming my suspicions, Nonnie!

#i do not do well with the idea of being disliked for unknown reasons. this is the first time I've noticed being blocked #I'm obviously handling it well 🙃😂