#& thoughts

[frownyalfred]

a nosy socialite at an event, leaning down: “Oh Richard, it must be so hard for you in that house, what with Bruce’s…proclivities for nighttime guests.”

Dick Grayson, fully aware at age 13 that Bruce Wayne is a Loser™ whose only “nighttime guest” is Clark Kent, who comes over to “review cases” with Bruce before/after patrol while both of them awkwardly ignore any and all tension between them: “Something like that.”

[artbyblastweave]

So, my understanding is that in the backstory of RWBY's setting, the major world-war analogue that produced the start-of-canon political order was fought against an authoritarian movement dedicated to suppressing emotion and individuality as much as possible, under the logic that the Grimm feed off emotion and maybe that would help suppress them. (The fact that every single named character has such an aggressively curated personal aesthetic is also intended to be part of the ongoing cultural backlash against that regime.) Now on some level this is a very aesthetic worldbuilding beat, platonic faceless-regime-vs-forces-of-individuality vibes-based stuff. But on another level I think this is actually an interesting example of a setting where the in-universe ideologies are allowed to notice and be informed by the genre-typical loosey-goosey fairy-tale logic. "Regime dedicated to hating emotions and fun" would be a lazy caricature in our world but follows pretty logically as an idea someone would eventually have if they were constantly under attack from armies of sadness-fueled murderwolves. It's not necessarily a metaphor, it follows from the presented premise!

[p1nkblog]

⊹ ࣪ ˖ lucky girl ⊹ ࣪ ˖

⊹ ࣪ ˖ i am the luckiest girl ⊹ ࣪ ˖

⊹ ࣪ ˖ i get everything i want ⊹ ࣪ ˖

⊹ ࣪ ˖ it’s easy for me to do things ⊹ ࣪ ˖

⊹ ࣪ ˖ i manifest instantly ⊹ ࣪ ˖

⊹ ࣪ ˖ the universe has my back ⊹ ࣪ ˖

⊹ ࣪ ˖ only good things happen to me ⊹ ࣪ ˖

⊹ ࣪ ˖ i am infinitely powerful ⊹ ࣪ ˖

[thehopefulquotes]

I like cancelled plans. And empty bookstores. I like rainy days. And thunderstorms. And quiet coffee shops. I like messy beds and over-worn pajamas. Most of all, I like the small joys that a simple life brings.

Unknown

[thoughtkick]

The world will ask you who you are, and if you don’t know, the world will tell you.

Carl Gustav Jung

[leonardospoetry]

What gets lost in the translation between feelings and language? I wonder how much of myself I can’t translate into words. I wonder how much of myself I don’t even know.

[perfectfeelings]

Your identity should be so secure that when someone walks away from you they don’t take you with them.

Unknown

[perfeqt]

When you really love someone, you see all their mess and their brokenness and you love them anyway. In fact, seeing all of that sort of makes love them you more.

thebrokenquotes

[resqectable]

It’s better to have nobody than someone who is half there, or who doesn’t want to be there.

Angelina Jolie

[perfectquote]

There are people who take the heart out of you, and there are people who put it back.

Elizabeth David

[what-iz-life]

To avoid disappointment, accept people exactly as they are, instead of idealizing about who you wish they would be.

[saintmachina]

Shipping fictional characters isn’t representative of your moral values. It’s representative of your particular psychic damage and the themes and motifs that haunt you. Hope this helps.

[inside-my-gay-mind]

[soul-from-another-era]

Unconditional love isn't a free pass to hurt me.

[thoughtkick]

Anxiety happens when you think you have to figure out everything all at once. Breathe. You’re strong. You’ve got this. Take it day by day.

Karen Salmansohn.

[snakeautistic]

People underestimate how much it fucks you up to be subtly excluded as a kid. I would try to talk to my classmates and be met with disinterest or annoyance. The one friend I had, who I clung to and nodded along to his every word, had other friends he liked just as much or more. And his other friends didn’t care for me at all.

I look back at pictures from the time and see how separated I was from them. I remember knowing I was different. I remember posing questions about the world to the girls playing next to me and realizing that they had never asked the same ones to themselves. That the ways we thought couldn’t be more different.

I kept myself amused with my own fanatical stories and musings in my head. I would wander the playground on a circular path, imagining a friend and being sorely disappointed when it didn’t feel as real as I’d hoped.

There was a bubble separating me from everyone else, thin, and nearly invisible, but with a pearly sheen you could catch under the right conditions. I knew it was there, they knew it was there, and it changed me