that recent quote where she's talking about Down Bad where she says "And so the girl in the song..." hit me like a brick. if you've been around for a long time, you know that she always talks about her songs from the first person, saying "I was feeling that day..." or "That's what I did..." and the only exceptions are folklore/evermore where she explicitly said they were exercises in fiction. most of the time she both is writing confessionally and is openly talking about that. and this pinged for me as such a glimpse into how her writing process has shifted a bit. i mean she's always been hyperbolic and embellished or dramatized things to make a better story, yeah of course. but it was still her spelling out her own experiences and then discussing them as such in the press or what have you. it sounds like now there is "a girl in the song" and with that remove, she's able to detach herself from her own experience and maybe that helps her move on as well and not be so precious about it. idk, it was just such a shocking thing to hear her say, knowing this is a typical confessional album from her. really really fascinating that the girls in her songs are not necessarily herself anymore in her own mind, not even after the fact but perhaps as she's writing them.
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I’d like to imagine the very first Sherlock story Arthur put to pen and paper went through a small hiccup:
Arthur: alright? So you think you can take this on?
Editor: …what does this even say?
*looks at pages upon pages of illegible doctor-handwriting*
Arthur: what do you mean? You’re saying you can’t read it? 🤨
Editor: well, what does it say??
Arthur: …w-well I can’t bloody read it! …you reckon I could find a nurse/editor?
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Nurse/Editor: “In the year 1878 I took my degree of Doctor of Medicine of the University of London, and—“
Arthur: bloody brilliant, that is!
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I DOODLED LEO !!!1!!1!!!11!11!
I LOVE HIM SO MUCH 💕💗❗🎀💟
I know it doesn't even have a proper lineart and the anatomy us UHHH but who cares ✋
ANYWAY
Here a few screenshots of the process
Yes. I had the little guy in the middle of my screen the whole time, umm,, issues
That guy is my entire emotional stability
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At the psychiatrist today they asked me "do you get sad sometimes?" "Sometimes." (like 50% of the time)
"What makes you feel better when youre sad?"
"I like to... look at art,,, of fictional characters...." i look at/ read yaoi/ yaoi-like things. Thats what i do. Im not gonna say THAT.
Literally took all my power to not say "i look at yaoi" or "i look at the cute gay anime men having cute relationships and then i feel better"
Like imagine having to explain my gay lawyer addiction to a psychiatrist lol
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I know I said I was rewatching the past seasons of BSD, but I'm too afraid to watch season 2 again because I don't want to feel my heart plummet with dread when I realized the fate of the children the first time around, nor do I want to be encased with the grief of losing Oda for a second time.
My memories are doing their job enough with giving me those pain by replaying the scenes in my head over and over every time I remember, and I do not want to go through it personally again.
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Thinking about how Eddie taught himself Master of Puppets in under 18 days and the resulting headcanon is this: Eddie absolutely hyperfixates on his interests.
I imagine him getting his hands on that Metallica album as soon as it is available in Hawkins, scratch that, he definitely drove to Indianapolis to buy it. Master of Puppets captivates him completely. He needs to be able to play it. The next week goes by in a blur. He eats once a day and only because Wayne's cooked something and practically forced the food down his throat. He sleeps a little, but keeps jumping out of bed and grabbing his guitar throughout the night because somewhere between sleep and wakefulness, his brain finally understood how that particular solo bit is played. He's maybe showered once and been to school twice that week, walkman playing Master of Puppets on repeat during breaks, his mind replaying the song in class as his fingers move over imaginary bars. His friends let him be, knowing it's no use trying to get him out of that bubble when he gets like this. (They do remind him they have D&D next week, and he will absolutely make time for that; unlike school, the Cult of Vecna is actually important. Besides, he's gotten most parts of the song down by week two. He can afford some distractions.)
He's probably like that with everything. He frantically writes D&D campaigns overnight, oversleeping and missing morning classes because he just has to get all of these ideas on paper before they escape him. If he's into a book, he's gone to the world until he's read it cover-to-cover, and then re-read it to highlight and memorize some of his favorite quotes. But those are never the books from the school curriculum - most of that shit is boring. Oh, is it currently Math class? Who cares, Eddie's too busy sketching things that won't leave his brain alone, be it Hellfire T-shirt designs, or a new Corroded Coffin logo, or D&D character concepts, or the absolutely metal tattoo he's getting next time he goes to Indianapolis.
No wonder he's failing school and repeating senior year twice. Eddie's not dumb, far from it. He just can't be bothered to do homework and attend school regularly and pay attention in class when there's so much more fascinating stuff to be done.
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I know it’s just because I have a really bad headache but like. Some days I feel like all the effort I’ve put into recovering and dealing with mental illness is futile because the universe keeps chucking more illness and suffering at me. The tiny shelter I labour to make is gonna come down eventually, so why not now? Why did I even let my soul get worn to pieces just to survive if all I get is more pain?
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I'm pretty sure I've mentioned this weird thing my brain does before, but basically seeing a picture of someone, or engaging with their art, makes my tiny rat brain feel like by doing that the person gains access to my thoughts, location, and whatever I'm doing at the time. Like let's say, if I scroll on Instagram and see a pic of my beloved musician Aurora, now for a moment she can read my thoughts and see me through that pic. Or if it's not caused by an image of them, but for example music, they can still see me, just not from any specific angle. I have no idea why my brain does that but y'know, it's pretty distressing sometimes, especially as a fan artist. I know none of that is true but sometimes the feeling gets so strong that it prevents me from watching/listening/drawing them for a while, until it calms down a bit. For example, I used to listen to music while showering/taking a bath, but over time this feeling got so strong that I felt like the musicians I'm listening to can see me naked, so I just stopped and couldn't do that for literal years.
But, you'd think that engaging with pure fiction would help, right? There's no one watching me if I look at a screenshot from an animated movie, right? Turns out, no! Sometimes it works with even 100% non existent fictional characters that are not real and never were real. Even if the whole "I see them so they can see me" thing was true somehow, which I know is not, it couldn't be true for fictional characters, there's just no person that could do this whole mind reading thing. And yet here I am, feeling like the cartoon or a game or whatever is staring back at me, knows my thoughts and sees me. What the fuck, brain
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