#I’d get into a lot of trouble for that

[picnicbitchsokka]

does one ever individual that parents separated when you were young think about how when you were younger, if you looked more like the parent that was absent, the parent that you were left with would target you more than your other siblings?? like you’d get in trouble more and the consequences would just be more intense. and then when you got older, if you’d started looking less like the absent parent and more like the present parent, the consequences would get less and less frequent or intense???

so does one ever think about how zuko probably looked more like ursa when he was younger?? causing another reason why ozai burned half of his sons face off because not only did you speak out of turn at a war meeting but you also look like my wife that i hate deeply. let’s get rid of that pls. a lot of people say zuko looks like ozai (which is true) but what if ozai himself doesn’t see that and he only sees ursa when he looks at zuko because of the hatred he has for her. (not to mention ursa is a non-bender and zuko wasn’t very skilled in his firebending when he was younger) and vice versa for azula. ozai sees himself when he looks at azula. that’s another reason why azula (looking like ozai) is favored more than zuko (looking like ursa) in ozais eyes.

but plot twist! in reality zuko actually looks like ozai and azula looks like ursa. but again, ozai doesn’t see that nor wanna believe that zuko looks like him or resembles him in any way because he is not the strongest compared to azula. and for azula, because she is a prodigy and very very skilled, ozai wants to ignore the fact she looks like his ex, soo he gaslights himself to believe azula looks like him and zuko looks like ursa.

and in the end….zuko never stopped looking like ursa even with the scar in ozais perspective. when ozai first saw zuko when he returned back, he still saw ursa.

[mars-ipan]

i do miss being a little kid and creating the most vividly fucked up stories with my toys that i could

[bonebrokebuddy]

The Adventures of Superman time stamps for @stealingyourbones for not only fic writers to get inspo & for a place to get prompts but also people please listen to this show its a fascinating piece of history and it’s so damn interesting to listen to.

In EP 205 at 4:44:

Superman calls himself a “nice juicy beefsteak” to taunt timber wolves into biting him.

Ep 205 at 11:38:

Clark doesn’t believe in ghosts.

Ep 206 around 6:00 incorrect explanation of how coal was formed

Believed to be from fallen trees crushed under glaciers during the ice age

Ep 216 at 19:28:

One of the many times Clark implies that his Superman voice is his “natural voice” and his Clark Kent voice is not

Ep 216 at 21:55

This is meant to be a Grizzly Bear.

That is not what a Grizzly Bear sounds like.

Ep 217 at 1:56 (starts at recap narration that directly segways into the bit):

Clark fights a bear.

(Has a use of the “they can’t see me because it’s dark” trope that the show loves to use.)

Ep 303 5:45:

Clark still doesn’t believe in ghosts

Adventures of Superman: ep 619 “tell the truth or we go to the moon”

(Important Note: these time stamps and episode numbers are exclusive to how the host numbered & showed them on his The Old Superman Radio Show podcast where he reuploaded The Adventures Of Superman with commentary & ads before and after each episode. I’m going off of this version because it’s easily accessible but more so because I could also easily link the specific timestamp.)

Ep 207 Clark uses a gun:

This was in my notes but I for the love of god cannot find this occurring. I specifically remember in an episode Clark shooting a gun at a tree near a bad guy as an intimidation tactic. If anyone can help me find where that happened or a moment like it that I misremembered, please let me know.

[dykesbat]

I feel like the only art I’ve posted that feels like my current art is the bruce painting overlooking gotham which makes sense bc it’s also the first time I used the method I’ve been using more recently

[akkivee]

saw a suggestion that the 11th lives could be two division lives like the 6th, but with ❤️💜✖️💙🧡✖️🩶💛 as duos and i let out the loudest ‘YOOOOOOOOOOOO’ in the middle of my shower at the thought of finally getting double barrel and double trouble live lmao

[overworked-bookworm]

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let me drop some drama on y’all — in the last year + 7 days, I:

reconnected with multiple friends from high school at a wedding I legally officiated for two old friends

realized in hindsight that I had liked one of our classmates when we were in school, who had attended the wedding and was now recently divorced

started talking to him very often and, by proxy, the husband I officiated the wedding for

started an on-off flirtation with the divorced friend — [clarification: HE started it, but I was very receptive when I realized what he was doing, it just took me a while]

became the “dump my mental health problems” friend for the husband^ who I’ve said is like a baby brother to me for *checks calendar* 12+ years

was accused by my friend’s wife AND the friend that I was flirting with that I was having an affair with the husband or at least harboring romantic feelings for him

she also accused me of behaving like her abusive mother, when I told her she was out of line for even thinking I would have an affair with (1) her husband (2) who I kept saying was like a baby brother to me

held an intervention for the husband about his ragingly out of control anxiety, where he proceeded to, like, beat the windows of the car and yell and be violent [not at me but around me and I was very triggered and scared] — after which he said he couldn’t trust me anymore because I was projecting my anxiety onto him, and he was fine

fell into an episode of psychosis because I was surrounded by people who didn’t trust me for reasons they’d all made up in their heads, and were all mad at me for ❤️

[while in psychosis] dealt with the guy I was flirting with talking about wanting to sleep with his coworker, and being very on/off + hot/cold with me — which I wrote off as post-divorce emotional problems I just needed to be patient through lmao

[while in psychosis] dealt with the husband’s mental breakdown about never wanting to get married in the first place, dragging my family and the family of the guy I was flirting with into the mess — we got the husband pink slipped and I stopped talking to him and his wife

was told by the friend that had been flirting with me that he’d been leading me on, as he proceeded to ditch me for another friend that I helped him reconnect with — but promised me that we were besties and nothing would change!! (how kind. also? he broke that promise immediately and called me difficult)

dealt with his new girlfriend lying to me about them not being together, because no!! hoes before bros, Alex, I would never date someone who hurt my friend!! but also you need to be personally accountable for feeling hurt!!

there’s more in the way they’ve both treated me since he decided he was done with me, but my therapist and I are still parsing through it

turns out I probably don’t need to be taking Ativan twice a day and sleeping after work + all night bc of the high dosage, I just needed to start cutting out bad friends! my anxiety has never been more managed now that I’ve decided to listen to every other friend that’s told me these ones were all no good for me! I do need the anti-psychotics, though. I heard voices for 2 months and it was NOT a good time.

I didn’t have this much drama in my life ten years ago when we were actual children — the next time I start posting about liking a man, someone remind me that it brings me absolute misery. None of this would have happened if I hadn’t wanted to hop on his dick 🙄🙄🙄

[peapod20001]

mmgmgngngmgngggHbGGGRRRAAAAHH

Bro what if. What if I. What if. Hear me out, WHAT. if..... I made a mini choose your adventure sort of thing,, but used polls to let y’all pick options...

[little-eye-guy]

idk if im gonna be able to go to work like this fellas

[fingertipsmp3]

I will never have friends like the friends I had in secondary school ever again. And in some ways this is a good thing

[deus-ex-mona]

2017 was a different time…

[mobbothetrue]

i’m struggling to get to sleep a little, so i’m going back over childhood memories and stumbled across one that was almost a one hit KO.

I read a lot as a kid. My parents encouraged this, and got me a lot of books. Enough that, at one point, early in the morning and the only one awake, I was able to cover nearly every square inch of our living room in books. This probably led my parents to the realization that I, perhaps, had too many books, and we should get rid of some.

I was fine with that. I didn’t like to read books twice, you see, because I already knew where they were going and they didn’t entertain me anymore. That’s a philosophy that has changed, somewhat, with age, but that’s besides the point— there were a few books I wanted to keep. Strawberry Shortcake and something to do with mermaids. The few issues of the Beano I had. The Tin Soldier.

My parents boxed up a ton of books, and handed them in to my first grade classroom. Multiple large boxes of books. A comical amount of books. My teacher, Mrs. B, was very appreciative, But.

I don’t remember how this was uncovered. I don’t remember how I realized it, but… the tin soldier had been given away too. I didn’t mention it a paragraph ago, but it was my favourite book. I loved that book. It was about a tin soldier, missing a leg, in love with a princess or a ballerina. He got lost, or dropped, or maybe went on an adventure, I don’t recall, but in the end found his way back to the princess and was happy.

We did look through those boxes. Didn’t find it.

In sixth grade, I moved.

Well— technically, it was the summer between fifth and sixth grade that I moved. Still. In the years between, we never found that book. I had honestly forgotten about it. Sure, I had cried, but I did eventually find other books.

I guess word got around that I was moving. It was… something like the last day of school— not quite the end, but close. I remember snow on the ground, grey and slushy and mostly gone. I was just getting on the school bus to go home when Mrs. B came bustling out of the school.

She caught my backpack handle to get my attention, and I stopped on the steps of the school bus, looking down at her for what may well have been the last time I ever saw her. She had a book in her frail hands. The Tin Soldier.

She had never forgotten. She kept looking for that book. There was an apple sticky note on the front, addressed to me. It said some incredibly kind things, though most of the words are lost to memory. Encourage your creativity, I think, was the gist of it.

I just. Four years. She kept looking for that book for me for four years. I still have it, now, over a decade later. She must have had other, more important things to do. Four years! Where on earth had it been? I still don’t know, can’t imagine what could have possibly happened to it in the interim short of it slipping into a dimensional pocket. I loved that teacher.

[sharkieboi]

finally got my man juice hell yeah

[annoyinglibra]

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[orjizzy]

WHEWW nvm im fine work is paying me $60 under the table to be a “sub manager” or whatever for 2 hours im fucking creaming

[riverside-lavender]

sometimes i think about how one of the only times i got in trouble in elementary school was because i wouldn’t hug a first grader i didn’t even know. i was in fourth grade then so there was absolutely no reason i’d know her (classes, lunch, and recess were all seperate). my teacher made me go back and hug her! i didn’t know that girl! why did i have to hug her?? i am not a touchy person. what the fuck was up with that

[ko-eko-ev-go-ms]

Smth I think about sometimes is how like, I do so much stuff to overcompensate my struggles with various things, but generally I don’t acknowledge that I’m doing outside things to overcompensate or if I do I don’t get into specifics.

And then because of that like even if I tell people I’m struggling with x thing they just won’t believe me sometimes coz they didn’t see/listen to me doing work on my own time.

Even if I’m already underperforming they won’t understand how much effort it was taking JUST TO UNDERPERFORM.

But then if I make any progress or aren’t the literal worst it’s all swept under the rug as if it’s easy for me and I just wasn’t working hard enough the whole time or something?