#Liberation from fear

[homophyte]

its an episode about the many ways morty fears rick.

its about being afraid of rick and being afraid of his sadness and his callousness and his power. its about morty knowing the power rick has over him and being afraid of that. and knowing that ricks decisions are fickle and often Bad and that morty is going to be beholden to them. when rick jumps morty is forced to follow after and pay the same price for no crime. and the fear that for his loyalty and obedience there is no reward . Morty Is Afraid Of Being A Dog.

if rick is in a simulation where hes given everything he wants and hes too selfish and cowardly to leave when it threatens his life, morty will have to die with him.

if rick is in a simulation where he has the option of pretending nothing is wrong and everything is fine and hes too selfish and cowardly to admit its a lie even when it threatens his life, morty will have to die with him.

if rick is forced to admit he cares for morty or die he would die before saying it. and morty knows it. and Im Going Crazy

[angelsdean]

i probs will never have kids but if i did i would love to introduce them to all the fun cartoons and educational shows i grew up with and never let them know a cocomellon or whatever current nonsense exists. this is precisely why i probs shouldn't have kids. i would construct a reality for them so hard like, no baby those shows your peers watch aren't real<3

[isolatedcorner]

The amount of people trying to defend Gothel and the “Mother Knows Best” song is worrying coz wdym the crown symbolises Rapunzel’s “virginity” why are you agreeing with Gothel she’s the textbook definition of an abusive mother?? The song is meant to convey emotional abuse and manipulation??

[malkaleh]

I don’t actually have words for what existing as a Jewish Woman (I mean as a Jewish person in general but for me specifically as a Jewish Woman) except that millennia of trauma. It’s the pain of so so many people who you thought knew better or maybe actually cared about you or both repeat blood libel after blood libel after misinformation and there’s so so much pain. So much. I hate it. I hate me for like, letting it get to me? Caring? I don’t even know. Posting about fandom stuff after this.

(See a zio = genocide sticker while walking around. See another. Want to vomit. Want to die).

[smallblueandloud]

trying my damnedest to train pinterest to show me fatshion and it's KINDA working!!

i would really love to get into fashion but i'd also like to be sustainable about it and i have very little faith in my ability to find good pieces for my body in thrift stores. in fairness there aren't good pieces for me when buying new, either, since the fashion industry just kinda generally doesn't want me to feel good about how i look. but i am GOING TO FEEL GOOD ANYWAY!! i wanna get into the habit of thrifting more often so i know what to look for. and i also wanna look for sustainable fat-positive brands that sell the kind of clothing i want to wear because, like, i don't have a ton of money right now but i can start saving probably?

[uwooyoungs]

feels like a slap in the face that inauguration day is on mlk's birthday

[patchouli-wissenschaft]

seeing baedan on my dash is gonna drive me insane. please do NOT cape for people selling pure negation and rejection of society. that is quite possibly the worst theoretical path you could go down. thats how you end up like Bauer or Evola or Nick Land

[worsehaircut]

the rest of the world watching the lead up to the US election and the arguments surrounding it:

wait, that just sounds like a fascist dictatorship with extra steps!

[murobrown]

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[kafkaoftherubbles]

Well...

My middle sister was a bitch throughout her "character development arc", which was made even harder when my late father babied her, my mom hated her guts (because they are basically the same person), and she herself had some serious mental health issues in a society where support is much more scarce and limited to people with surplus money (and more aware parents) than we did.

My youngest sister had her own mental health issues, too, due to our rather tumultuous home life. It was compounded by the sheer stress that arose in droves from the conflicts between mom and middle sis, mom and dad, and dad and middle sis. Sometimes all 3 were against me when they needed a united front moment or something.

I'm (we were?) lucky that I'm (we were?) strange in just the right way. I ended up the most functional when my siblings (and parents) struggled with their worsening mental health, which all fed on each other in a stew of chaos. I was (we were) just a kid too, and so we weren't skillful enough to always know what to do about these things, including my middle sis. That skilllessness ended up making things worse for all of us. But that consequence also made us want to be more skillful with humans in general.

Her being a bitch--whether it was because of her immaturity or toxic "this-is-self-love-fuck-your-perspective" mindset or struggling mental health or other conditions--didn't make things easier when I also had to watch over my parents' fuckery and monitor the other sis (who was the only one who gave me the least worries). I had homicidal fantasies regarding her and my parents; I really wanted to make them real. I only wanted to kill to be free... so that I could pretend I never "had a past" and could be someone new. But Fionn said if I do that, I will still not be free, because no one has "no past" and this is gonna be part of our past. One of Them then reminded me that freedom is an illusion anyway! Determinism is like that, innit?

That whole history was more than a decade of lives. Lives, as in there were so many things happening, from the very troubled to the genuinely happy-even-if-small-moments. Lives, as in they were experienced by so many different, previous versions of me that they might as well be seen as past lives. We were lucky for being strange in the right way, I think, and several past versions of me never really hated my middle sis in a personal way. We just hated moments of her.

And, well, even if some of us, and many of Them hated her... Fionn was too kind to leave her or my mom alone in their struggles, because "there is no such thing as a 'self', untethered to other persons and standing above the deterministic world it is born from" (definitely paraphrased; I'm the more erudite one between us). And so even if I run away or ignore them, these two are still going to continuously shape who I "am". Because I'm made up of everyone and everything else, including them and their actions.

I can never escape from these random housemates I'm associated with by the pure chance of the birth lottery. And even if I ignore them or dissociate with them as they destroy themselves, each other, and other collateral damage, I'll never be happy either. And because all Fionn wanted was for me to be happy...

......

So we kept trying to be more skillful. And my middle sis kept trying to be better too; because given the chance and the support, nobody wants to be stuck in that sort of agitated mental state for the rest of their lives either. Our relationship improved. The process was definitely a torment though. Needed the patience and perseverance and fortitude of a saint or boddhisattva or whatever-you-call-it, which none of us Lyndis was known for or had in abundance. I'm really glad I was not strictly "one" person... Wait, that's not exactly right. Uh... I'm really glad someone had those qualities because most of us sure didn't!

I think I'm lucky in a lot of ways. There are far more broken sibling/familial relationships that cannot seem to be resolved at all, chiefly because one or both or more sides simply aren't in the state to make amends no more--whether alive or dead. I don't think anyone truly desires to have strained relationships with people they know, no matter if it's friends, exes, siblings, family, coworkers, etc. So much of humans' happiness can only be found outside themselves; so much of it comes from eusociality. Relationships don't have to all be lovey-wovey-kissy-huggy; we just want them to be decent and cordial, at base.

I think I'm lucky because I'm the version who's enjoying that sort of cordial, decent relationship with my siblings, especially with my middle sis... which my previous versions had been working hard like a relay race to get here. It had felt so impossible more than a decade ago that past versions of me wanted to murder her (and our parents) just to be free from what felt like an endless agitation.

But the current me is free to a certain extent--and no murder was required.

I'm really lucky.

people with siblings: how do you feel about them?

[ryanranney]

Loss of Fear

How shall I fear So that others are satisfied? How shall I obey So that others are comforted? How shall I believe So that others are convinced? How shall I perform So that others are profited? For our world has pointed fingers Crying out their decrees While the people lose their purpose And the multitudes transform Oh man of earthly power How terrible it must be! For your prowess is a…

[the-bitch-in-the-tower]

You know what I'm thinking of?

When Trumps first Musliam ban went nationwide, I remember lawyers and translators flooding airports and border offices to help Muslim for free.

I'm thinking of the massive 2020 Black Lives Matter protest after the murder of George Floyd.

I'm thinking that no batter how bad it gets, we as a society and a member of the animal kingdom are always willing to reach out and help other people, with no direct benefit for ourselves.

It's going to be bad, sure. But we (Americans) have a safety a lot of other people don't right now.

The knowledge that this will end.

We can vote Trump out, and we can vote out his support in the house and the senate. We are the country with the most reckless gun laws, and as the Palestine protests proved, there are more of us than there are of them.

Be sad, be scared, and know that what we are feeling is a fraction of what people, children, Humans, families, are feeling in Palestine, Sudan, Congo, Hati, and so many others.

Your energy is much better used elsewhere than trying to pin the blame of the failed election on anyone by the dems.

Harris and Waltz lost.

They lost hard.

Brush yourself off, get up and get to work.

[the-meditation-manifesto]

LIGHT | Deep Meditation | SHINE | Delta Tones #healingmeditation #enligh...

[yanderedrabbles]

I'm thinking about a huge ex-warrior of a yandere. Big and bulky and all too familiar with bloodshed. You'd think years in the king's army would have hardened him, made him callous and cruel. But that's not true at all.

An ex-warrior yandere who cares so much about preserving life because he knows exactly how fragile and easy it is to take. A huge, scarred, mountain of a man who gets soaked to the waist in the dead of winter to save a drowning kitten. Who holds the shivering, mewling, runt of the litter in his hands with a gentleness you've seldom seen.

An ex-warrior yandere who doesn't even eat meat anymore. Who doesn't accept work slaughtering and butchering pigs when the holiday season comes around, even though folk offer him good money for his strength.

A good man, despite it all. Too good for you.

War is a terrible thing and you end up a prisoner almost entirely on accident. Said to be a spy though you're nothing more than an unlucky commoner who angered the wrong people.

He ends up a prisoner too, hauled off the battlefield when he's too injured to put up a fight. Just another prisoner of war, a dime a dozen. He's thrown into the duke's lockup and forgotten.

Whatever fate had in mind, you end up in the same dungeon. Cells next to each other, with nothing to do but tell stories and shiver.

It's miserable there. The gaolers are cruel for the sake of it. The meals are scant, the drinking water not much better. It's the sort of place where dying is considered the lucky option. And maybe you'd have given in, the both of you. Just closed your eyes and let your bodies waste away.

But unlike so many others, you have each other.

You can't see him and he can't see you. All either of you have is a voice in the dark. And somehow, that's enough.

Maybe you manage to escape together or maybe the Duke is defeated and his prisoners liberated. Whatever the case, he's right by your side when you step into the sun again.

How many years has it been? When was the last time you saw the sky?

You were sweet once. Kind, gentle. But years in the lord's prison have changed you. You're sharp and prickly now, slow to trust and even slower to forgive.

An ex-warrior yandere who sees the hurt under all your layers of indifference. Who decides right then and there, that first moment in the sun, that his one goal in life is to keep you safe.

An ex-warrior yandere who says he'll be your guard until you reach your destination, wherever it may be. You're weak, you're unfamiliar with the changes in the world. Anyone can come along and take advantage of you.

An ex-warrior yandere who follows you with a sort of quiet, implacable devotion. It doesn't matter if you're prickly or sharp tongued or so ruined that you fear your heart is forever frozen over. He'll always be there - two steps behind you to guard your back.

You try to send him away. Try to tell him you didn't need a guard dog. He just looks at you and says he's not going anywhere. Not forceful, but gentle and firm. He isn't leaving you, not when you're so scarred from the war that most days you don't speak more than five words to anyone.

It's baffling. Why does he care about forgotten detritus like you? What good will it do? He's still strong, still handsome despite the scars. He can still have a normal life.

But no. He chooses you.

Chooses to walk with you from one village to the next. Chooses to sleep rough even though folk offer him work. Chooses to endure the rain and the cold and the long nights spent sleeping on hard ground. 

"Why?" you ask him time and again. "Why follow me? Why make me your purpose?"

He looks at you over the fire, a small, slanted smile on his face.

"Why do you think?"

You can't quite manage to puzzle it out, though anyone who sees him at your side can almost immediately tell.

Eventually, you settle down. A broken down old cottage at the edge of the woods. A place the villagers are all too glad to hand over. Better you than the vines, even if your eyes do frighten them.

An ex-warrior yandere who fixes the cottage for you, brick by brick. Who cleans out the overgrown garden and trades his labour to buy you seeds. Violets and lilacs and daffodils. Mint and thyme. All the plants you told him you missed the most when you were locked away.

An ex-warrior yandere who spends his evenings sitting next to you at the hearth, not speaking much, just resting his head on your knees and carving wood. Thinking how lucky he is to have this bit of quiet. That all the years of war and captivity were well worth the price if it means having you.

An ex-warrior yandere who slowly heals the broken parts inside you. Who teaches you to watch the sky and the path of the birds. Who teaches you to breathe deep when the nightmares come. Who sits awake with you when you're too afraid of your past to sleep.

An ex-warrior yandere who tells people in the village that you're his wife, even though you've never even kissed. When you ask him about it, he just shrugs his massive shoulders and says it's safer that way. And it's only the trees that know the truth - he calls you his wife because he likes the way it sounds.

For a while, things are good. You tend your herbs and make your tinctures. For a while, he believes he's put his sword behind him for good.

But your past follows you. The angry lover who called you a spy, maybe. Or a lord who isn't satisfied that his secrets are safe with you still around. Whatever the case, they come at night. Watch you, wait for their chance.

You don't notice them, too focused on your brews and potions.

But he does.

When evening comes, he picks up his wood ax and tells you he wants to bring back a few more branches for the night.

"But we've got plenty. And it's dark."

He smiles then, warmed by your concern.

"I won't be gone long, dove. Just a short walk. Keep the food warm for me."

And it is indeed a short walk. He catches them by surprise, awfully quiet for such a big man. They don't even have time to scream or grab their swords before he's cut them all down.

An ex-warrior yandere who wipes the blood off his face and inspects the blade of his ax.

"Ruined," he sighs. "She'll give me hell for it, I hope you know that."

The cooling corpses have no reply.

An ex-warrior yandere who returns home with a stack of firewood and a bunch of wildflowers.

You take them from him and breathe in their perfume.

"Lovely. Thank you."

That makes him smile again. Look at you, saying thank you. Accepting his gifts. It's been a long road to get here. If he closes his eyes he can still see you on that first day, too bitter and angry to even say please.

The flowers fill your whole cottage with their wild mountain smell, and you don't notice the faint trace of blood underneath the perfume. And if he has his way, you never will.

An ex-warrior yandere who swears off his old life. Who swears off violence and death and blood. Unless it comes to you.

He'll burn villages to ash for you. Cut so many throats he can drink the blood like water. He's a good man, but for you he'll throw it all away.

And those who are stupid enough to try it? To hurt the only good thing he's ever had?

Well, they find out awfully quickly exactly what happened to the Butcher of Brostick. They learn awfully fast that a man can change his name, but it's a much harder thing to change his nature.

An ex-warrior yandere who is the kindest, sweetest man you've ever met. Who doesn't raise his voice or pick fights. Who's always at your side when you need a place to lay your head. Who loves you with the deep, immovable devotion of an oak reaching for the sun.

An ex-warrior yandere who always washes the blood off before he comes home.

[milkymars]

Everything we know about Bill Cipher's past so far

His home was called Euclydia and it was entirely two dimensional. ("Flat minds in a flat world with flat dreams.")

Bill was unique among his people because he had a mutation that allowed him to see the third dimension. This can mean that either a) Euclideans don't have eyes and Bill is the only one who had one or b) if they did have eyes, he literally had a third eye.

Bill's parents were most likely named Scalene and Euclid. Entering either of their names into the computer gives the prompt LIFE FORM NOT FOUND. Bill is stated to only draw red and blue triangles in art therapy, so those were probably their appearances.

From the code JUSTFITIN, you get this colour-coded poem:

Rock a bye billy Please don’t you cry It’s not your fault You have that strange eye Stay safe with mommy You’ll never fall And we’ll always love you Sharp angles and all

Bill says that everyone in Euclydia loved him. However, it's more likely that he was feared because of his mutation and talk of a third dimension. Bill has said numerous times that love and fear are the same, and if you enter WELLWELLWELLBEING into the computer:

Bill's parents took him to a doctor to help suppress his vision of the third dimension. This has been discovered through the codes on the silly straw page:

Fussy eater, baby Billy / Wouldn't drink unless it's silly The doctor says three sips a day / Will make the visions go away Eye doctor of a different kind / Who wants to make his patient blind Twisted out of shape after the kill / The ghosts of his family are haunting him still

Bill is responsible for the Euclidean massacre. Reversed audio on the website says that "the sky is on fire", and when Bill talks about liberating his dimension, his eye shows a fiery landscape too. Though he claims to have liberated them both in Weirdmageddon and the transmission with Time Baby, he is regretful and misses home. If you type in EVENHISLIESARELIES, you get a transcript of one of his sessions in the theraprism.

And from the axolotl's poem in Curse of the Time Pirate's Treasure:

When he tells Ford about his home dimension, he says that it was destroyed by a monster. And when Ford says that he could seek out the monster and get revenge on it, Bill replies: "Sixer, it would eat you alive." Bill also says that if he tries to talk about the day Euclydia was destroyed, there's a loud buzzing in his ears and he blacks out for 30 seconds. Still, he tells others that he freed everyone and that they are grateful for it. Until he gets drunk and starts calling out for his mom, asking her where she went...

[butts-bouncing-on-the-beltway]

Watching the politics tag fill up with exhausted liberals talking about how they're too drained to keep resisting and no one should blame them for that and like. Yeah, you're right this sucks and you shouldn't be forced to do it to be treated as human and you shouldn't need to be able to be on and in activist mode all the time either and ALSO

I've been doing this since 2002. My mother did this from 1981-2015. My auntie marched in Alabama during civil rights and my childhood minister has been in resistence since the Vietnam war and has shown no signs of stopping as she collects civil disobedience arrests across all 50 states like badges of honor.

And you all are burnt out after 8 yrs of some of the biggest (and therefore LEAST DEMANDING ON YALL PERSONALLY) movements we've ssen in decades because you feel too poor and tired???????

My mama would go around to every grocery store she had friends working at in the valley and collect all the food they were gonna toss, then host educational salons where she fed everyone in the neighborhood and performed innoculation work. She was a single mom raising a deeply disabled child ALONE on a salary half that of her male coworkers you think she had money? You think she had TIME????? NO!

If you are tired now, I'm sorry to be harsh, but it is BECAUSE YOU DID NOT LISTEN when you were told you needed to settle in for the long haul. You DID NOT LISTEN when organizers shared with everyone their practices around self-care, specialization, community care, and communication, and you spent the last 8 years burning the candle at both ends in person and online with no regard for the actual WORK only for your own fear and feelings of reassurance.

This will never sustain change. I'm sorry. I truly am. I never wanted this for anyone who came after me and I have so much grief that it's here. But I also do not have time to force yall to fucking listen to us when we talk.

Stop trying to assert that only the wealthy and energetic resist. Anyone I see doing so will be bitten repeatedly until fucking dead.