Every day is a
LIVING
FUCKING
NIGHTMARE!
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what if...what if after season 2 the hospital called the harrington's about steve and for once they actually picked up the phone.
what if, hopper, and the kids left him that night, safely tucked away in a hospital bed, and when they came back the next day, steve was just...gone.
at first, they think he just checked himself out of the hospital (because steve definitely is 'that dude'). but no, the staff assured them, his father came and took him home. but when they try to visit him, the only thing they find are a moving company and people packing away the harrington's entire house. the harrington's are just gone.
months later, nancy gets a postcard. it's beat up, the ink so smudged it's nearly illegible. there are just a few words: "they took me. trying to make my way back. steve."
in the end, it'll take nearly two years until they see steve again: when he rolls back in town in a beat-up truck just in time to help them stop the apocalypse. he's lost a lot of hair but apparently gained a sarcastic loudmouth soulmate and a fluffy haired metalhead on the way instead.
because, you see, two years ago, when richard harrington got to the hospital, he didn't care about how steve got injured but only about him getting in another fight. and he finally had enough of this problem child, who seemingly refused to fall in line with what was expected of a harrington. so richard harrington took his drugged up concussed son out of the hospital, loaded up his wife and a few clothes, and drove a few hundred miles to a boot camp in the middle of nowhere to finally get him straightened out.
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ive never felt more rural than i have in the past few weeks since hanging out with a lad who has only ever lived in cities. what do you MEAN YOU'VE NEVER DONE A MORRIS DANCE
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If I was queen I would abolish bank holidays.
You will process the payment on the day it was made, regardless of whether it's a weekend or whatever fucking Monday that's been declared a holiday so people with cushy office jobs can go terrorize retail workers and other people with real jobs.
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was abt to make a silly post about how at this point i barter with the universe for a bf like "please id take care of him and walk him and dress him up", like a child begging for a pet, and then i think abt how as much as i want an actual pet I don't think im fit to ever have one of those either
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animals deserve so much fkn better than being cursed to live in a world full of humans who only exploit, abuse, rape and kill them :(
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ive talked in the past about keroro's desire to keep things as they are, static, because it's the only way he can have both keron and earth, but while rewatching ep140b I realized it shows the opposite side of this struggle
that no matter his efforts, it's a futile attempt and nothing is improving because everything is staying exactly the same. he spent a week racking his brain for a solution but the episode ends by showing us that he doesn't find one. could it be because the whole time he was fighting alone?
(his voice breaks in the first screenshot...) this to me feels like the same motivation he would have for invading. wanting to leave a mark, making something of yourself, mattering.
chibikero is in shadow, like the gunpla's shadow. he's not real anymore but he represents all the expectations and lost potential on his shoulders. while the small gunpla is in light like keroro. that's the reality of it. but that's also how he feels. small. he hasn't achieved any of his goals. he hasn't lived up to anything he said he would, everything he based his identity on. he's a "pitiful invader". his desire to matter perfectly encapsulates his abandonment issues too.
this collection will outlive him. it will speak of his greatness when he's gone. it's as much his identity as the invasion. it's also his tomb in the exact same way.
he's so happy for a moment organizing his whole collection on the shelves that he thought were gonna solve everything, enjoying the moment as it was, but in the end nothing changed.
is it because he's expendable? easily replaceable, like by a clone? is it because he doesn't see his own worth, so he has to get some (the keron star, his collection, the invasion)? because if he's not useful, he'll be thrown out? or because he doesn't want to be forgotten and left behind?
and yet
he remains insignificant and his fight is fruitless.
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what is it with this past 24 hours and absolutely baffling takes on the last episode
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having a bad week and a bad month and a bad year so far everything sucks so much
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one thing that fucks me up a lot is that. every time we meet another member of the black rose pirates it’s so much more harrowing for chip. like gillion gets to see his grandpa again and it’s a joyful reunion, sure. jay gets to meet her uncle and gets to confide in him about being a pirate and a ferin and how difficult it is to balance it all. but. but chip
lizzie, roofus, drey, finn. chip doesn’t get happy reunions, he only gets reminders. reminders of the people who raised him and who were his family and who were taken from him in this tragic way and who are never going to be the same after it. he sees the way they were changed by what happened, how old and withered they look and he’s constantly just imagining the horrible TORTURE they must have gone through.
and arlin. each new black rose pirate found begs the question; where’s arlin? where’s arlin and why hasn’t he found him yet? he’s probably asking himself that every time he even sees the old crew.
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you can also immediately tell if theyre a faker or an enabler bc they say anything along the lines of "I'd rather 100s of fakers use medical resoirces than even 1 actually diagnosed person not get help" or "fakeclaiming is actually way more harmful than spreading misinformation and taking up resources." this goes for any single disorder but esp Dissociative ones.
they convienently forget that those hundreds of fakers ARE MAKING IT SO HUNDREDS OF ACTUAL VICTIMS GO WITHOUT HELP.
theyre making it so that HUNDREDS OF VICTIMS REFUSE TO SEEK A DIAGNOSIS BECAUSE OF THE MOCKERY YOURE MAKING OF IT.
that they make it so that HUNDREDS OF VICTIMS face even more stigma over a disorder that EVEN MEDICAL PROFESSIONALS DO NOT BELIEVE EXISTS.
****you*** are the reason this stigma exists. ****you**** are the reason resources for dissociation is so horrible and hard to find. ****you**** are the reason medical professionals dont believe we exist.
because of your entilted woe is always me bullshit.
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sitting here watching the escalating Pandora Vs Not Pandora argument with glee and also bewilderment. where were the escapists last round when the Everdusk Castle lost. can you not have a poor modded soul's back
I got pop-corn! Can share if you want!
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there's a very specific kind of vibe that comes with living with your friends in final year that it just does not have in first year or even second year. like as a fresher it's usually the first time any of you have lived away from home let alone with SO MANY people your age and it's terrifying and exciting and randomised to boot so it's generally carnage for a whole year in the best and worst ways, and then second year you pick who you're living with and it feels like for the first time you're doing this adult thing PROPERLY. you have a place of your own now. these are the people you've chosen to live with. studying gets serious etc. but it's still fresh. it's still new. you still don't know how to navigate it. but final year? final year is when you actually get it right. you know how to manage your time better. you know what works for you and what doesn't. studying is the main focus and you've been out in the world for three years now and it's not loud and boisterous like it was in first year and you're not exciteable and awkward like you were in second year. you're comfortable. every single one of my flatmates has their own friend group and we mainly keep to our own social circles, but we'll still meet each other back at the house after a night out and sit in the kitchen or my room to do the debrief. sometimes i'll go days not seeing either of them despite sharing a house but every now and then someone will softly call up the stairs that 'the heating's on!' or one of us will sneeze and the other two will yell 'bless you!' through the walls. the lack of interaction isn't interpreted as dislike in ways it would have been even last year, because we're all just old enough to be past that now and settled enough in our friendship not to worry about it. idk. uni is very loud and unsettling a lot of the time so it's been really sweet to see how almost boringly comfortable final year is.
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the other week a woman in my class said that gay marriage was legalised fifteen or sixteen years ago in australia. it was actually legalised in december 2017. less than six years ago. people forget just how recent this change is and just how significant it is.
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when i was in 6th grade my orthodontist had my braces taken off for a short time, because they all hated me, before putting them back on again. and in that short time i had to wear a retainer. it was the standard oddly shaped bit of plastic shaped to your mouth with little wires that held it to your teeth to keep them in place.
and it was great. i only had to wear it in downtime or when i was sleeping and cleaning it was easy because it was just a flattish chunk of plastic
well my current retainer is just a fucking invisalign which i am supposed to wear at all time except when im eating (whats the fucking point in taking my braces off then??) and it is a bitch to clean because it gets gross not even halfway through the day and its shaped to my teeth so its full of all these ridges for mouth bacteria to live in so i constantly have to brush it and disinfect it like a second set of teeth! this sucks!
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