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13thsinnr · 2 years
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thinking a lot abt how my trauma has made me feel like im not allowed to take up as much space as a regular human.. im like half of who i should be
and im reliving it all rn. fuck.
thank god im having therapy today
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o-wild-west-wind · 6 months
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tumblr algorithm stop feeding me takes that this show is just a silly goofy comedy that shouldn’t include death or that Izzy is the token disabled elder queer on the show where an actual disabled elder queer is literally the romantic lead or that Lucius and Pete being called “mateys” is diluting their gayness because it’s not “husbands” or that it’s sexist that Zheng lost her fleet and later prioritized her love for a man or that Ed is Izzy’s abuser because we conveniently forgot all of season 1 or that trauma is never followed through with because sometimes actions are used instead of words or that Ed learned nothing because the inn was apparently a whim as if he hasn’t been obsessing over retirement from day 1 I swear did we even watch the same show?? I literally feel like I’m in backwards land?
I have a really novel concept for y’all complaining about character’s arcs not being fully resolved or healed and that’s called there is supposed to be another season of this show
I also have another really novel concept as to why every single character did not have a one on one trauma apology session and so much time was spent on Ed and Stede and that is because this is literally the Ed and Stede show and also sometimes parallels are meant to be inferred and extrapolated because that is what efficient storytelling does instead of spoonfeeding you
And my most novel concept of all as to why some beloved characters had less screen time is because Max is a massive jerk and cut the budget
Y’all this wasn’t personal and maybe this show was never about Izzy maybe the show called our flag means death is actually about death maybe sad does not equal homophobic letdown maybe the brown gay character introduced as the love interest from day 1 gets to outlive the angry white guy that had a redemption arc after actively bullying and trying to break up every gay couple for a season I don’t know what to tell you just can you please let non-white people have this arc for once without assuming it’s an attack on you I’m BEGGING y’all
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darkwood-sleddog · 9 months
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This is me @everybody taking staff’s words with goodwill after like 12? Years on this goddamn website:
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aheathen-conceivably · 10 months
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Yet another series of unsolicited Reshade test shots: Josephine and Giorgio edition 🥂
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littler0b1n · 18 days
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It’s my birthday!! I’m 18 now I suppose
Crazy
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timothylawrence · 2 months
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been so out of it lately but as always I love Wyll sunblade 5ever…..
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dailydogdoodles · 8 months
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Haha not exactly a dog doodle, but Clifford made a fun cameo for this candid shot!
;) Just showing off some Art Made For Work: I got to visit the Scholastic building to meet up with my editor and he gifted me with an early copy of my graphic novel adaptation of THE BAILEY SCHOOL KIDS: GHOSTS DON'T EAT POTATO CHIPS--which was the main reason why I couldn't keep up with daily doodles for 2022, haha
While I couldn't sneak a lot of dogs into the pages of my first graphic novel, I'm still super excited to share this with y'all! This graphic novel hits the shelves in September and is available to preorder at your favorite bookstore/book seller website.
Alright that said, back to Doggust posting and doodles!
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mercuryzlockr · 8 months
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guess who's experiencing ☆~suicidal ideation~☆
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strawb3rry-shark · 2 years
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i see elijah volkov and am driven into a blind rage that man is my enemy. the opposite of a blorbo. a obrolb. 
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softdaddybabe · 2 years
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girls, gays, theys: *simply exist*
me: okay how do I (consensually) get into your pants?
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it's just me and my "autistic traits" against the world
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wildcatofgreen · 1 year
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((to that anon--too soon? too soon.))
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phantomluck · 2 years
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Lucy Dacus is what the moon would look like as a person
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sortanonymous · 1 month
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This is a comment I stumbled upon a while ago and I just can't stop thinking about that fact. And honestly, it's the main reason I just don't really believe in an afterlife. (It doesn't plague me with dread or anything, it's just something eerie that fascinates, yet unsettles and unnerves me.) Every bit of our consciousness and very existence is dependent on just electrochemistry. Everything that makes you you is from how those chemicals and electricity work and react to everything. All those electric and chemical reactions like a computer. It is amazing how they come together to make us such complex humans. And yet, when a computer completely dies, nothing's left of the data locally. So it makes perfect sense that once that electrochemistry breaks badly enough, that's it. No more thoughts, no more dreams, no more being. You cease to exist forever, and you don't even realize it. Just like you were never conceived. Again, it doesn't dog me down or anything, it's just so unnerving yet bizarrely fascinating to me in its sheer finality. And of course, given how unlikely it is for us to get that chance at existence, may as well make the most of it instead of dwelling on how it ends. Because why waste such powerful electricity and chemicals like that?
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aprobleminthegarden · 3 months
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i grew up listening to classic country music at home and at my grammy's house, and today, when "sunday morning coming down" by johnny cash came on my spotify, i just got hit with such a wave of nostalgia.
it took me back to christmas time at my parents' house as we made nut roll and kielbasa and pierogi, and my dad would have the radio on, and i'd sit and watch him and help him however i could, and my parents and brother and i would just be together listening to music and talking and laughing and to me, those days are more of what the holiday season should be than any tree or gift could ever be. it was a lot of work and could be stressful because we made so. much. food. but damn if i don't miss nights standing at the stove boiling pierogi while tipsy on my uncle's home made wine and we were all just together, because i only see them a few times a year now, and we don't get to do this any more.
and that song also took me back to summers at my grammy's, sitting at the kitchen table while she cooked and listening to johnny cash on the radio. and i just miss her. it's been almost ten years since she passed away with us all by her side, and every now and then i am hit with a wave of "god, i just really, really miss her."
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nyormilt · 8 months
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my brain vs. a completely unprecedented and undoubtedly brief hyperfixation the size and shape of a freight train
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