#Distorted Reality

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Through the distortion I see heaven.

[gloomingblossomousia]

mercury square neptune 🤝 confused about whether the truth lies in what they witness or in their symbolic psychic vivid tormenting prophetic dreams

[unrealityliminal]

practising to loose

original photography (2022) remixed with weirdcore bot (credit)

[anglpoems]

[[ 𝑩𝑳𝑼𝑹𝑹𝑬𝑫 𝑳𝑰𝑵𝑬𝑺 𝑶𝑭 𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑳𝑰𝑻𝒀 ]]

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𝑾𝒉𝒐 𝒂𝒎 𝑰?

𝑨 𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝑰 𝒂𝒔𝒌 𝒎𝒚𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒅𝒂𝒚.

𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝑰 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒊𝒓𝒓𝒐𝒓, 𝑰 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝑰’𝒎 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒕 𝒂 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓.

𝑨 𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒚 𝑰 𝒄𝒂𝒏’𝒕 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒎𝒚 𝒐𝒘𝒏.

𝑴𝒚 𝒇𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒕 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒆 𝒘𝒆𝒊𝒓𝒅 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒖𝒏𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒈𝒏𝒊𝒛𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒆.

𝑬𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒎𝒆, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒅𝒐𝒆𝒔𝒏’𝒕 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒗𝒆𝒔?

𝑺𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒃𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒚 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒂 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒄𝒆𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒐𝒇 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒚.

𝑺𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒄𝒂𝒏’𝒕 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒄𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒚 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚’𝒓𝒆 𝒅𝒓𝒐𝒘𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏 𝒊𝒕.

𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝑰 𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒂 𝒔𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒐𝒇 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑰 𝒎𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒍𝒚 𝒃𝒆, 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒊 𝒎𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒃𝒆, 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒄𝒌𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏.

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑰’𝒗𝒆 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒅𝒊𝒄𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝑰 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍.

𝑻𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒎𝒆 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆.

𝑻𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒎𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝑰 𝒂𝒎.

𝑺𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒑 𝒎𝒆 𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒅𝒐𝒎 𝑰 𝒐𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒅.

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒅𝒐𝒎 𝒐𝒇 𝒆𝒙𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒃𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒆𝒙𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝑰 𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒍𝒚 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕.

𝑾𝒉𝒐 𝑰 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒄𝒆𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒎𝒚𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆.

𝑻𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒇𝒍𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒃𝒚 𝒔𝒐 𝒇𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝑰 𝒄𝒂𝒏’𝒕 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒉𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕’𝒔 𝒈𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆.

𝑬𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚��𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒈𝒐𝒆𝒔 𝒃𝒚 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒂 𝒃𝒍𝒖𝒓, 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝑰’𝒎 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒊𝒅𝒅𝒍𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒂 𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒏𝒂𝒅𝒐.

𝑴𝒚 𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒚 𝒎𝒐𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒐 𝒔𝒍𝒐𝒘, 𝒂𝒍𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍, 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒔 𝒎𝒐𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒆 𝒔𝒐 𝒇𝒂𝒔𝒕.

𝑺𝒑𝒆𝒆𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒃𝒚, 𝒈𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐𝒐 𝒇𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒈𝒏𝒊𝒛𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕’𝒔 𝒈𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒏.

𝑰 𝒄𝒂𝒏’𝒕 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒂 𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒔𝒑 𝒐𝒏 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆.

𝑰’𝒎 𝒖𝒏𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒈𝒏𝒊𝒛𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆.

𝑰’𝒎 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒌𝒊𝒅 𝑰 𝒐𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔.

𝑰’𝒎 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒈𝒓𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒑𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒃𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒘.

𝑾𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒃𝒊𝒈 𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒊𝒄𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒅𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒅𝒊𝒄𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝑰 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒚 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆.

𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒎𝒚 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒚 𝒎𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒃𝒆.

𝑰’𝒎 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒎𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆.

𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒅𝒐𝒆𝒔𝒏’𝒕 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒎𝒚 𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒚.

𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒔𝒏’𝒕 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝑰 𝒂𝒎.

𝑾𝒉𝒐 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒔.

𝑴𝒚 𝒇𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝒅𝒐𝒆𝒔𝒏’𝒕 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕.

𝑰 𝒄𝒂𝒏’𝒕 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒊𝒕 𝒎𝒚 𝒐𝒘𝒏.

𝑰 𝒄𝒂𝒏’𝒕 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒚 𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆.

𝑺𝒐 𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒎𝒆, 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒂𝒎 𝑰 𝒔𝒖𝒑𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆?

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[nugothrhythms]

"Distorted Reality" by Leipzig, Germany-based deathrock act Illegal Funeral off of 2024 EP Undead Cheerleaders Tryouts

[quesuyung]

Is anything real ?

[sleepywhitetulip]

Old vs new

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[blxphotos]

Photo taken and edited by me. Please seek permission before copying or reproducing. For inquiries, contact me directly. Thank you for understanding and respecting my work.

[avatar-legends-confessionblog]

After seeing a post here about Indigenous peoples being offended by the portrayal of Katara and Sokka as the bad guys in Distorted Reality, I decided to look through the comments to see if anyone brought it up.

That was a mistake, there are over 2k comments and I only managed to wade through the first 35pgs before I had to stop.

I'll probably go through the rest at a later date just to be sure but reading through hundreds of comments, I found no complaints about how Katara and Sokka are portrayed or it being offensive to Indigenous peoples. Not even a hint. (The most common complaints were from kataang shippers about azulaang being end game, some fight scenes being hard to follow and chapters being particularly slow)

I still have several hundreds of comments left to read through to be sure but I don't think I'll find what that poster claimed. And if I do? I'd be happy come back here and say I was wrong and blacklist the fic.

That said, I would becareful about people who aren't Indigenous themselves claiming to know what actual Indigenous people say or think. Having some anon shape your entire view of real population simply to fit their fandom needs never goes well.

I'll submit an update when I'm finished.

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[leavendotblog]

anka zhuravleva - the ‘distorted gravity’ series

[linenmonkman]

Have at it Tumblr, this was the dream I woke up from at 4am.

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Phase One: James and the Party

I was at a party and ran into my gym crush, James. I offered to get him some water, and he said he'd love some. I told him I'd be right back and walked away. To get the glasses, I had to clean them first. The original glasses, shaped like Coke bottles were the ones I grabbed first. As I began washing the first one I was told my someone that they were no longer used due to issues with the material being toxic, so I had to grab wine glasses instead. While washing the glasses, NH Governor Sununu and some people came up behind me, trying to take pictures for the press. They asked me to move out of the way. I turned around, looked at Jennette McCurdy, and rolled my eyes in annoyance. I quickly finished washing the glasses and walked away.

I then approached Jennette, who had a little child running around like a little gremlin who she expressed some annoyance of but loved. I made a joke about the governor being annoying, and we both laughed. I asked her where I could get some water, and she had her kid come with us as we walked into another room. On the way, I passed James again, now clean-shaven. I told him I hadn't forgotten about the water and was still working on it. He told me not to worry, and I continued to the other room. At the fridge, I found the water dispenser, but before I could do anything, James returned. He softly grabbed me by the waist, pulled me in, rested his chin on my head, and held me. I told him I hadn't gotten the water yet, but I was close. He reassured me, saying, "I know, it's alright," and then walked away.

Phase Two: The Messy Room

The room I had just left was now messy. I realized it was supposed to be my bedroom, and I didn't leave it that way. I was upset by the mess and my brain told me it was James that caused it, and there was a version of James hunched in the corner, facing away from me creepily. I called him out for being there when he wasn't supposed to be. He got up and walked out.

Phase Three: The Creepy Figure

I returned to the area by the fridge, the only place not pitch black. From the darkness, a distorted face of James peered at me with holes where his eyes should be. I started yelling for him to go away. The white, skinny figure with distorted and twisted arms began emerging from the darkness. I started beating the thing as it approached.

The end.

[skyofatreecalledlife44]

I kind of always had this feeling that someone was watching me. Like my life was the Truman show. I swore I invented that concept. But so did a lot of people. Then in 4th grade I saw Psycho the remake and I discovered multiple personalities. I thought it was so cool to be two people. Although I didn’t want my Mom to be one lol. I became obsessed with the movie and the concept. So I I started imagining that people were able to come into my mind. That they were there throughout my day. Just watching. I rarely did dialogues for them cause I knew I couldn’t replicate them or the characters they portrayed. Then it just became a habit. Bored in 4th period bring Vince Vaughn, Anthony Hopkins or Haley Joel Osment into my head. I used it as a way to socialize myself and not be awkward. To make friends. So I would imagine they were there all day. I’d tell them my whole life. And when they were “there” I wouldn’t do stupid gross kid shit like pick my nose or fart whatever. Just be more used to being socially acceptable. Then by like 13 it was an obsession an addiction. I felt like I was alone in my life with my mental health so I did it to feel comforted. And they became so real to me that to this day I question if they were truly there. All the way up until 30. Every person I was interested in and wanted to be a part of their life I imagined in my mind. Designed an IMAX theater for them to watch like it’s through my eyes. The kind you could lay on the ground and look up. It was cheesy but it kept me going through the loneliest times. Alone in jails or hospitals. Or just when I was drunk and sad. Somehow I don’t know I feel that line became distorted and misunderstood. Someone may have noticed and caught on. Now I’m too humiliated to do it anymore. And I miss it. I would imagine a life with say Anthony Hopkins or Aaron Lewis and us living somewhere else. A fantasy I could vividly see. Its pathetic now my obsession isn’t alive so I know he can’t be here. Heath Ledger and I want him to be but I also know he’d laugh at me like everyone else. I’d laugh too probably if it wasn’t me. But one of them can, his costar and some other actors musicians. But I’m sure they just laugh. I’m the biggest joke in this state and country. It’s so dumb. I hate what I let become my only legacy. And worse I lost my inner peace and serenity. I lost the ability to dream.

Watch no one even knows my name. I’m just a narcissist. And a lunatic.

[stardust948]

"Who are you...?"

"I am Princess Katara of the Southern Water Empire. And you are my prisoner."

Quote from Spiderman Across the Spiderverse

Distorted Reality Fanfic by Ogro 

Evil Katara design by Axxonu on DeviantArt

[t-u-r-n]

Four levels of distortion.

[inthewindtunnel]

Duophonic Noise Construction

Greed

Distorted Reality

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[jollies-records]

Carrageenan – Distorted Reality (JS020)

Artwork/Design by One Day Vacation