The "Huh" Moment: Stay Curious My Friends
It's unbelievable how much information must be sorted through to get to the bottom of anything that matters. And if you're only getting information from people you agree with on everything, you're gonna miss something.
Heterodox media is the closest thing you can go to for a reliable presentation or discussions on social and political events, in the sense that you're getting at least two or more perspectives that are respectful and gracious to one another but don't necessarily end in agreement or resolution but let the viewers decide which take or which elements of their takes resonstes most clearly.
If you're not suspicious of everyone and anyone committed to towing the line of establishment, political, social/soft science academia, or religious ideology that's likely because you're elbow deep in zealotry yourself. Or you don't recognize your "truth" to be what it is, an ideology. Probably both.
For me there's something exhilarating about coming across information or an insight which leads to realizing you were wrong about something. A "huh" moment that leads to the "Eureka" moment is arguably the moment that matters most.
To refuse the impulse to recoil, or look away, in that moment is fundamental to growth. It means your capable of being objective, and that getting it right is more important to you than being right. Generally speaking there's something to be said about the utility of unsatisfied, proactively curious agnosticism particularly when approaching unfamiliar or novel subject matter.
We all have the capacity to become, or follow the lead of, someone who initiates or engages in the horrific, none more so than those with good intentions and/or dedicated and in love with being right.
The value of good intentions, is indecipherable, but it's somewhere south of less than nothing because most of the monsters throughout history in real life that engaged in the horrific didn't see themselves as Disney villains - they believed they were right, that doing the right thing was the only option, and there were no limits to the ends which justified the means.
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Bruce Springsteen
↳ I'm on Fire (Paris, 1985)
[ID: Two black and white gifs of Bruce Springsteen from the side as he sings "Sometimes it's like someone took a knife, baby, edgy and dull / And cut a six-inch valley through the middle of my skull". /end ID.]
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Okay.
As much as I love feral Satan, who lets his instincts run wild and growls, bites and everything else… his soft side is so fuckin’ cute.
The Satan that stares at you in confusion as you tend to a small cut on his hand he’d received on one of his rampages, unbothered by the mess around the two of you and concerned solely with him. How he doesn’t quite know why his chest feels so warm and tight as he looks at your gentle, concerned expression.
Satan, who doesn’t understand why he feels so weightless with you, why his heart flutters and why he wants to hold you so gently, as if cradling something precious.
Satan, whose anger fades just from your presence alone, overtaken with feelings he’s never experienced, that baffle him entirely but he can’t get enough.
Satan, who desperately throws himself into research just to understand you a little more, to put a name on how he feels about you— who’s just as afraid of his own feelings as he is elated by them.
Satan, who worries you’ll be frightened of him if his temper rises, but you never are, even when he tells you that you should be.
Satan, who lays beside you, watching your sleeping face and utterly baffled that you trust him so completely to allow him to see you in such a vulnerable state… who knows deep down he’ll protect you forever.
Satan, who fumbles each time he tries to explain any of this to you, whose face becomes adorably reddened with each failed attempt.
Satan, who realizes that you’ve accepted him entirely, his every fault, his everything, before he had even come close to accepting himself. Who loves you more than he could ever put to words, or that he could ever really comprehend.
Just him. You know? Ahh, just helping him come to terms with everything he doesn’t know, to grow and understand. Helping him, in the end, to love.
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Imagine little Leo having trouble sleeping so he ends up watching tv and movies with Splinter to pass the time. Splinter often just passes out in his chair, but Leo likes the company anyway.
One day, Leo’s rifling through the movies his dad brought back for them (usually 70s and 80s stuff - Splinter has a bias) and he gasps.
Leo runs over to Splinter and holds up a copy of The Last Unicorn, begging that they watch it that night.
Splinter remembers absolutely nothing about the movie, but hey it’s got a unicorn and it’s animated so it’s gotta be fine, right? So he turns the movie on and passes out near immediately.
He’s woken up roughly an hour and a half later by Leo climbing up onto his chair and sobbing hysterically into his chest.
The movie is now one of Leo’s favorites.
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Jonathan and Argyle in the front seat: Sleep deprived, stoned, have been driving for hours looking for El
Mike and Will in the back seat: 500k words, childhood friends to lovers, slowburn, minor angst, hurt/comfort.
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Fr this whole time i thought farcille was just a popular fandom ship because they're two girls that have enough unintentional subtext for shippers to go insane over. but no these are straight up lesbians there is no heterosexual explanation for the bath scene
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