#Brain processing

[babyspacebatclone]

My first names* are common; I notice, but once I associate either of them with a character I deal.

(Think Mary Kate or Emily Elizabeth from Clifford, I have a hyphenated first name)

My middle name, which comes from my Eastern European grandmother, is significantly more obscure in media I encounter.

So there’s a vaguely pleasant “Oh, they know that???” whenever I encounter it in the wild. 😊

I undergo the same thing with the names of my family members, where I’m like “Wait, that’s bot - oh, right, they are called that, we’re all good.”

[great-and-small]

The best hobbies are ones that teach you obscure synonyms for colors

[sz1uwxthzi]

[boppinbee]

so I’ve explained this a few times to irl friends and it’s gotten me increasingly weird looks so I thought why not just write it all out.

The way I set my brain up for sleep.

So the brain has three areas. The main viewing area that takes up most space, a little dump area on the far back right side, and a storage area in the left back corner. Kinda like this,

So first things first I gotta scrape all of my serious real life thoughts all over into that right corner and through that door. This may take a few times as the anxieties really like to stick.

Once that’s done, the serious thoughts just continue their way out of the brain completely and I continue forward into the next area.

Now this area has lots of little storage boxes for stories I make up, ngl a lot of these are fandom crossover fanfics. I go through them until I find the one I am vibing with the most and then move back out into the main area.

From here I just go and sit in the back of the room to not exist and let the story and characters take over all the brain space. Sometimes I’ll have to go back and scrape the thoughts out again but for the most part I am now just in this other world.

This does affect my dreams as the story just continues as I am asleep but honestly some of my favorite ideas come from this time.

So yeah that’s how I set my brain up for sleep as I have a really hard time just falling asleep and me and melatonin just don’t vibe all the time

[pixelperfectionpioneers38blog]

[jojaxcola]

"no one told me back then that i was in the glory days."

[ jojamart mockumentary #14 ]

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[lokorum]

watching tlou reminded me of another revenge story that ended totally well and nothing bad happened to anyone :)))) 

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[thecowgirlwitch]

it's so funny to me when the maga cult finds out green day hates them specifically. and it literally happens every time green day plays in concert and changes that part in american idiot from redneck agenda to maga/trump/elon agenda. they're so surprised every time and every time it's absolutely hilarious to me.

[sunderwight]

Bingyuan where Luo Bingge, after many fruitless attempts, finally manages to find a world where:

-The Nice Shizun (who he now knows to be Shen Yuan) is there

-Hasn't died from anything yet

-Doesn't already have a Luo Binghe

-Isn't seriously entangled with anyone else either

Enter 52 year old twice divorced silver fox Shen Yuan, who has only just recently come to terms with his homosexuality (after two marriages have imploded over various factors pertaining to it), and is fending off helpful advice from his sweet & encouraging teenage daughter (who is convinced her dad needs someone to look after him before she heads off to college).

[erebus0dora]

something something a chat i am in discussing the loneliness of Armand who needs someone to define him and see him, so

"...it was ghastly and awful and loathsome, and beautiful all at the same time."

and yeah i kinda just want to give ppl hugs with anything i do and talk to them in hushed tones, so there you go

[remxedmoon]

y’know what? fuck you. *UNGRAYSCALES YOUR ISATS*

no wait come back there’s greyscale versions under the cut :(

[balimaria]

one day, I will set this right

[inkyrainstorms]

you guys know those AUs where Stanley opens the portal after thirty years but for Ford only a few second/minutes/days have passed in the portal.

What if, in another world - by the infinite nature of multiverse - the portal was functional enough for another run right there in the portal room, that blistery cold 1982 winter day. What if, when Stanley threw enough things around and pressed enough buttons and the portal opened again (in the same spot in the Nightmare Realm it had before) (not calibrated to Ford like had been in canon) the Ford had stepped out was the one from his final confrontation with Bill. What if Ford stepped out thirty years older and wiser and angrier

What if he saw Stanley crying, relieved, and then terrified and confused and devastated. What if he, at sixty years old, saw Stanley and saw only a scared child, half his age. His brother.

What if Ford had thought his brother had left and grown up for those long thirty years, but he came back and it was his brother that saved him that very night? His brother, by sheer dumb luck? His brother, who couldn't have accounted for time dilation if he tried (not like the old Stanley did) but still tried

[hsmagazine254]

The Role Of Intuition In Workplace (Part 2) - Positive Reflection Of The Week

The Science Behind Intuition Before we delve into how intuition can benefit your career, it’s essential to understand the science behind it. Intuition isn’t just some mysterious force; it’s a result of your brain processing vast amounts of information and experiences in the background. This process often happens outside conscious awareness, making it seem like a “gut feeling.” This “gut feeling”…

[hamable]

I’m thinking about Mahito’s great great uncle maintaining and preserving a peaceful and beautiful thing in a way that to an outside observer looks tedious and unimportant, hoping to pass the duty off to a successor but ultimately he cannot find one and dies with it.

I’m thinking about the specificity of the blocks being made and handled with care, not with malice or ill intent.

I’m thinking about Hayao Miyazaki, a bastion of beautiful 2d hand drawn animation who refuses to retire.

I’m thinking about a world where animation is so rarely made with love over profit and efficiency.

I’m thinking about how, though the old man didn’t see it, the next generation still hangs onto a piece of that beautiful, tedious thing and takes it with them because it feels important.

I’m thinking about Mahito being told he should forget, but no. He shouldn’t.

[keferon]

Heeey Transformers fandom. Will you accept my humble offering?