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astraltrickster · 2 years
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This post is your reminder that you are not obligated to blog about current events.
Things are bad. Really bad. Do not let people guilt trip you into tormenting yourself even further over the fact that things are bad. Doomscrolling is not activism.
If you're just on tumblr to blorbopost or reblog pretty pictures, you are not harming people by inaction.
You are not a bad person for not dedicating every aspect of your life and leisure space to whatever disgusting mask-off attack on human life and dignity some government has decided to enact.
Take action where you can, but don't confuse doomscrolling and digital self harm for action.
If you need to lose yourself in blorboposting, go for it.
If you need to log off for the day, whether it's to take irl action or to protect what little sanity any of us have left over the past 7 years, then by all means, do.
Morale is important. Hope is important. Small joys keep us from burning out completely in times like this. Do not let any "if you don't reblog this I'm judging you" guilt trip convince you otherwise.
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canisalbus · 5 months
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They’d find eachother in any universe
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simcardiac-arrested · 8 months
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ns has the burnt part of his wings plucked or cut off every time he falls. ends up with less and less wing.
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you people come up with such evil ideas i think
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brittlebutch · 7 months
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it's actually so fascinating to me that Brennan has created a character that maintains a pretty relaxed and mild-mannered demeanor and has said multiple times that the absolute Core of her is "FEAR" and how often we see this Fear manifest specifically in Avoidance; it really nails a relationship to that mentality where your brain fully Stops recognizing the emotion properly out of like, sheer self-defense from the stress of having to carry it all the time
I think this is also perfectly showcased in the way we tend to see Tula swing so suddenly from 'level and steady' to 'snarling Panic' and then back again - Just because your brain has detached itself from the Conscious Recognition of the emotion doesn't mean it can Actually stop itself from experiencing it. So the Fear is always there and always acting as a stressor, but because of that inability to Identify it there's no way to recognize or address it before that final straw hits and your bodymind jumps Straight into Full Meltdown Mode; but then once again, once you drop even a Little bit below that Peak Terror your brain ceases to process the emotion; it's like the most exhausting form of Poor Object Permanence in the world
And even if Tula is aware of this happening to her, that doesn't really make it any easier to deal with / address. Even if you're able to spot the symptoms Around the emotion -- chest pain, irritation, nausea, whatever -- because the Emotion Itself is basically impossible to find, you can't really Successfully Pin Down what the problem is OR a way to cope with it. If you can't figure out That You Are Anxious, then figuring out What Is Making You Anxious is impossible, which makes Find A Way To Make Peace With That incomprehensible. That's where the Avoidance comes in: you can no longer identify what might be a Dangerous Situation, which means that Anything New has a big potential to be Really Bad in a variety of ways (ranging "I don't Feel Good" to "Fully Lashing Out bc you've entered Fight/Flight and can't get out of it" to "Actual Outside Danger This Time") and that means the Only Way you know how to be Safe is to just Avoid Doing Anything New and Only stick to Familiar Situations, because anything unfamiliar is a monster of a gamble you don't know how to prepare for or cope with
#N posts stuff#one could argue ‘we see tula worry a lot tho’ but that’s bc Worry is an Action that can occur Separately from Recognizing Anxiety#now that I know tumblr will put a hard cap on your tags w/o telling you i'm resigning myself to posting rambling meta in post body#but i'm not happy about it; anyway i love how often life is full of Coincidences bc this is something I've Finally identified in myself#like. This Month. like this is brand new articulation for some of the problems i have in life; again knowing this doesn't help lmao#bc even when you know to look Around the shape of the emotion - like 'oh my face is Snarling rn. i'm probably experiencing Something'#like i said bc you don't know What that something is OR What might have caused it then the only solution you Ever get to come up with#is just 'fully retreat and go calm down somewhere else' which INVARIABLY means that you will wind up in that same situation again#and Still have no idea how to handle it bc you never could figure out what caused it so you don't know how to handle it any better than#'fully retreat and go calm down somewhere else'; so 'be somewhere else' is the ONLY way you can ever think to Help it#which usually invariably turns into 'Just Avoid Fucking Everything just in case'; which doesn't work! bc life doesn't let you do that#so then it's just a cycle of falling into the same pitfalls and feeling miserable all the time; gotta love it :)#if you're like me this also gives you Bad Bad Bad Memory bc your brain will Promptly hide evidence of Scary Situation instinctively#like 3 weeks ago this dude ran a red light and almost t-boned me Full Speed & managed to stop like. maybe 3 feet away.#and i like. Startled Laughed and said 'that was scary' and then within 30 seconds i had Fully Forgotten it happened & only remembered#like 2 days ago. Ha! believe it or not this Does Not Help with 'How can I Address the Problem instead of Avoiding It Entirely?'#dimension 20#d20: stupendous stoats#tula#d20lb
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redstrewn · 7 months
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If leander "good" end is him dying (breaking free from his fucked up cycle), then imagining MC having to mourn and live on without him
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There are three count them three modern pieces of media that I consider to be basically the modern equivalent to the tradition of poetic heroic epics, i.e. Gilgamesh, Homeric, arthuriana, etc.
The first and easiest is superhero comics. Self explanatory.
The second is unfortunately all nine Star Wars movies, plus andor and Rogue One. The rest are less exercises in storycrafting and more the quickest and easiest possible cashgrabs guided by production priorities and nostalgia bait and not thematic execution. Yes I know that also describes the last three Star Wars movies, that’s why I said unfortunately.
The third is the WHEEL OF TIME yes that’s right this is just another post of me saying why people should read and/or watch the wheel of time congratulations. I think Rand al’Thor and Achilles would get along. I would include Arthur Paendrag in this but I KNOW he and Rand would get along great because he is already IN the wheel of time. Just like every other concept that anyone has ever said ‘I wish more fantasy did this’ Robert Jordan already did that shit and he started in the 90s!!!
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infantisimo · 9 months
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abby might genuinely be one of the most poorly written sympathetic/grey characters ive ever encountered im forever thinking about how they tried to make her some sort of parallel to joel, an actual well written sympathetic/grey character, and fucked it up so badly
#muscles dont make a character interesting lol#she fr did so many ugly things got all her friends killed relished in murder and torture of friends and foes#doesn’t show any remorse doesn’t show at all how years of dreaming of revenge#and then getting it fuck her up like she’s fine lol#her relationship with lev is rushed and it’s 2 days and they want you to believe she’s earned some sort of redemption through him#and beyond all that she’s so bland lol#the writing fucked her over too like she could a) not been the top soldier in her FASCIST militia#and b) they could have spent more time with her and built her an interesting arc that did work as a parallel to joel#if they’d just kept her story separate#neil’s issue was he wanted to do an abby story but he also wanted to make sure ppl who loved ellie and joel bought the game Lmao#so he lied and he tried to ham fist them into the same story and it was a mess#imagine if abby had encountered lev on her way to joel and helped him and through that realised she didn’t need revenge#it wasn’t gonna help#and it could have helped her understand joel’s choice#that could have broken that cycle of violence in a much more interesting way#rather than them completely breaking ellie and taking everything away from her and she still having to be the bigger person lol#abby continues the cycle of violence and is rewarded and redeemed through the narrative#and the person who actually breaks the cycle is the one who loses everything#make it make sense#the last of us spoilers
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starryvomit · 1 month
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I believe in the Universe wanting us to succeed
But it can never be in our self-fulfilled timing
Sometimes the timing we want is not the right time for Divine
And for me that is fine.
I believe in path
In destiny
In fate
And letting go is a heck of a lot easier knowing our paths will cross again just when we need it most.
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raayllum · 2 years
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Callum distracting himself by focusing on the things in his study / duties to Ezran, the mission, and then being legitimately distracted by the trauma of Aaravos’ possession. Rayla distracting herself by focusing solely on providing space for Callum’s emotions instead of her own and the mission. 
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kerosene and other dietary supplements
there’s a dryness in the center of bite wounds, the ones that can’t get all the way through
teeth and saliva and blood; that little semi-circle of perfect fifths
but the skin between remains unblistered, unbroken, dry and calm
it’s funny, as long as a morgue kicking laughter into grief is a joke
if it's still humor when the ouroboros reaches the end of its tail and stares back at itself
eyes and recognition and fear meeting for a second
the moment it takes for a jaw to widen, eyes rolling back in the lunge
and the snake is lust, it is doubt and a choking scream and violence
so tightly coiled it must forfeit sight to part its teeth
directionless and thrashing and begging for someone to do that again
take up shed blade and intent and for god’s sake aim for something important
but mostly it sleeps in your chest, and mostly it isn’t a snake, and mostly you live around it
and it’s not lust
it is anger, enough pain and blood and guilt and violence for a lifetime
astounding what you can fit into fifteen minutes with a little depersonalization and a paring knife
still not lust
but there is a sex to it
something in the movement, in the quiet desperate shuffling
because it’s sex and it's grief and you don't even have to cry during
it’s sex and it's the closest you can get to dying without drawing attention to yourself
it’s tearing your skin down to brass tacks because maybe if you can get at the support hooks you can talk them into fitting correctly
it’s standing in the basin of a church parking lot on a thursday afternoon
slamming god’s finest car door into your forearm until it remembers who it belongs to
it hurts like godfire and it’s the closest thing you can have to sex without taking your clothes off
and it’s lust the same way that shallow midnight anguish is lust
it’s lust like an apology that stalls out, somewhere between bile and teeth
like a rotting pomegranate, like a dead spider, blood and skin and eyes
smeared ever so slightly between your palm and the hole it was trying to escape to
it’s lust for as long as anger has to be yelling
has to seethe and bare teeth and throw plates at raised arms
as long as anger does not realize how to smile, to placate, to pray
(as long as i love you has to be true)
as long as you have to stare unblinking into the wound before it’s allowed to kill you
allowed to pus and rot and burrow through flesh until there isn’t any
lust like a maggot cupped gently into a corpse, bathed in sunlight
it’s lust because the grief counsellor can never dig quite fast enough
hard to keep up with the dirt, armed with your own inertia and twenty court-ordered minutes
and the kind of grief that doesn’t grip the silverware drawer to hurt other people
they never get to weapons made of strangers
to clothing that debrides skin if you fold it right, if you ask nicely
to throwing yourself against nails and teeth and flared collarbones
until the bruises start to slide together, till your skin is too stunned to scream at you
it’s violence but not for anybody else
it’s that godless sex that gets you frowned at, by family and holy men
like all this little fucking conundrum was missing was disapproval
and the bite roils in your stomach now, bile creeping up between cracked teeth
they are vicious and eager and can never sink all the way through
‘cause it’s rotting, that dry little center
and you can’t bring yourself to check just how much progress it’s made
you’ve always looked a little like roadkill, anyway
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shower-racoon · 6 months
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I just thought of an even worse variant of a time loop.
say you're reliving the first of january, 2024. eventually you break out of the loop.
same thing happens on the first of february. you break out.
and again in march. you break out.
and in april.
eventually you break out of the december time loop, and get to new year's eve. you're happy to finally be done with 2024, and ready to embrace 2025.
the clock strikes midnight.
it is the first of january, 2024.
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faithfulcat111 · 4 days
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ST Epic Cycle AU - The State of Ithaca and Penelope's trick
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herawell · 6 months
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adventurer-gearld · 1 year
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Neo time :]
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The Little yellow squid had a dream. They were fighting a bear in space! And their little buddy became a big buddy and defeated the bear, isn’t he cool?
The dream was very vivid, so vivid that it stayed in their memory instead of fading away like most dreams. They kept thinking about it all day, while eating breakfast, going to school, and even while eating lunch!
They kept looking around suspiciously, as if someone might attack them from behind. The colour purple caused them to glare. The teacher got worried, but it was just a dream, why do they still remember it so clearly? And why is it so scary?
The Little Yellow Squid could still remember all the details of the dream when they went home. There was music while they were fighting the bear too! It sounded very good, it was a heavenly melody, with many different people singing! The Little Yellow Squid wishes they could hear it again.
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The Little Yellow Squid decided to tell their best friend in the whole world about the dream. Little Buddy seemed to light up with excitement and went to grab a pencil and paper. He drew people, one wearing a hat, another in black, and the last in white.
“The Captain, One and Two” The Little Yellow Squid was sure that’s their names. They remember meeting them, the poses, and the immediate acceptance into their… group, their family.
The Little Yellow Squid blinked. How could they forget something that important? Little Buddy stared up at them and made his sounds. That was a memory, they’re sure of it, but it’s from when they’re 15. They aren’t 15 yet, and now they’re confused.
Any other dreams get told to their Little Buddy as well, Little Buddy keeps drawing, and they keep remembering more. Even as tensions at home worsen, the memories persist, clearly wanting to be uncovered. Even as their sibling stops answering their phone in Inkopolis, memories claim they’ll reunite and it helps make them feel better. Even as tensions worsen at home, the dreams, memories, offer a solution for the future. And The Little Yellow Squid knows they’ll follow the memory with Little Buddy in tow.
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Also. The Little Yellow Squid never steps foot into a Grizzco facility.
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daydreamerdrew · 3 months
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The Incredible Hulk (1968) #276
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