#and just like that I lost my sanity

[uncanny-tranny]

I love you smile lines and worry lines and grey and white hair and wrinkles and purple spiderweb veins and the process of aging and living in a body that is standing the test of times. I love you experiences that make you wiser and stories that make you laugh, and every little process that happens to get to the point where you have so many memories because you have the fortune to be here and be so radiant

[stormyoceans]

I laugh so hard at Aof's wide eyes when Sea does something on set. No one warned him about this in advance🤣poor man

THAT MAN WAS TRULY STRUGGLING LIKE WITH ANY NEW BTS VIDEO THAT COMES OUT YOU CAN REALLY SEE HE WAS FIGHTING FOR HIS LIFE AND LOSING THAT BATTLE

jimmysea: are unhinged

p'aof: clinging to those hinges by his fingernails

[cxanthos]

*ahem* For the love of GOD The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes is not a love story.

People who interpret it as one...why? Did we read the same story?

[theoryofwhatnow]

crafting the game

(this has been in my drafts for ages)

[skoulsons]

joel going after ellie when she goes back to Saint Mary’s to find out the truth. joel hastily hopping off his horse to go to her. joel embracing ellie and kissing her head. joel saying ‘you talk to me. you don’t just leave me a got damn note’. ellie placing her palms against his chest and shoving him away. joels arms staying outstretched as he’s pushed from her. the turmoil on his face. the heartbreak and betrayal on hers.

joel telling her the truth. ellie breaking down. joel reaching for her and being that close to her. ellie swatting his hand away—don’t you fucking touch me. I’ll go back… but we’re done

joel standing there, watching her. joel crying because, well, she’s gone. she’s pushed him away, said they’re done. her finger to his face and tears running off her chin—and he’s the reason for it.

joel standing there in the open for who knows how long. knowing now that she… might not come back. what he did years ago has finally caught up to him in, quite possibly, the worst way he can imagine. his child, his daughter, his second chance, wanting absolutely nothing to do with him anymore.

pedro and bella??? doing this scene???

[p4nishers]

no i am not okay. crowley spent SIX THOUSAND YEARS hoping. i'm gonna be sick.

[s-guacamolearts]

THIS IS LIKE MY SECOND ACE ATTOURNEY POST AND MY SANITY HAS ALREADY GOOTEN DISINTEGRATED AND RECONSTRUCTED AT LEAST 3 TIMES

Also @dddeerbo thank you for inspiring me to add sharp teeth and unhinging character designs as much as possible

[thetimelordbatgirl]

…so apparently, there’s a new Isle novel, but based on Rise of Red:

Sigh.

...I can't even say I'm surprised, given Rise of Red's existence alone basically shows Disney wanting to milk this franchise still, so it's not surprising like D1, D2 and D3 before it, D4 is getting a prequel book. I'm just disappointed even more in Disney not letting this franchise just end already, because its what it deserves at this point.

But in relation to the book itself, I looked it up to see if we got anything besides you know, a cover, and...we haven't got much on the plot right now beyond it being set in Wonderland, which... Sigh...look, I know they have Disney's Alice in Wonderland for reference for how Wonderland should be, but um...Descendants is known to somehow fuck up anything it tries to do, and also ignore anything the animated films did, so um, in relation to Wonderland, I'm just gonna recommend this video for why I'm worried about this book touching Wonderland:

Granted, not the only thing I'm concerned about this book touching because um...while its likely this book will be on Red and Chloe (literally the main characters of the film, though that's hopefulness with Chloe cause Red's in the title), its also likely the book could touch on the core four again and after last time these books touched on the core four in Escape and turned them into what I call the Privillaged Four...yeah, I never wanna see these books touch them again. Just like I never wanna see the films touch them again, but thankfully, they not in Rise of Red from the looks of shit and seem to have mercifully faded into the background, so here's hoping this book will give the same mercy. And here's hoping the book doesn't mention Carlos, given the holy shitness of how Royal Wedding went about mentioning Carlos.

I would say, "I'm not going to buy this because I value my braincells-", but like, a, we know that's a lie because I like to torture myself (I literally brought Escape knowing it was bad and I keep buying the Disney Villains books even though I hate them) and b, I make bad money decisions a-lot lmao, so uhh:

[dhmis-autism]

@idont-know-what-im-doing replied to your post “"anyways id survive in that house" sounds like...”:

Those are also true for Duck. Does he look sane to you?

​REBUTTAL TO THIS: IM NOT HIM I COULD DO IT!!! also idk man. hes not like,actively going nuts, I don't think. like, if they never leave, he'd be the one least bugged by it yknow? Red's LOSING it, Yellows like,haunted by his not-mom and battery memories and if my lil green guys got none of that going on he's pretty fine I think.

REBUTTAL TO YOUR SECOND COMMENT:

I DONT HAVE ANY REBUTTAL THATS JUST MEAN

[note-boom]

What do you mean BSD has no canon ships? Have you completely forgotten about Fitgerald's ocean liner? That's canon! Look at this beauty! How could you forget?

Now that's a ship I could get on board with.

[historicallyaccuratecheese]

writing down my thoughts on mag 59 just feels like another one of god’s sick little games.

[autogeneity]

actually the key to things feeling a little more normal again was the blessed barbell

[deus-ex-mona]

s. s ave me, meoto…

[goldensunset]

wooo our in-class performance type of project went well yayyyy

[impostorsshow]

I love watching Tears of the Kingdom memories out of order /sarc /lh

It took my around 100 hours to even find out the tears were a thing and wondering wtf my mom was talking about when I kept asking for help on what to do but that aside, I had seen #1 and #2 in order, tried to find Tabatha stable for a good 2 hours and then decided to go take a break and got hit with #8, WHICH WAS LIKE GETTING HIT BY A TRAIN

#1: :0 time travel wow oh wait your my old grandparents

#2: "let's go to the castle dear and get some clean clothes"

#8: SHE'S DEAD AND GANON IS IN POWER AND YOUR FUCKING WIFE IS DEAD AND ITS YOUR FAULT RAARU

Also there's 18 memories?? Damn how the fuck is it gonna sucker punch me more than that fucking 180 in story but aside from that i. I really wish it gave you a little way to back out, like it tells you the memory of what your about to watch and if you wanna do it later, I wanted to watch them in order TT AND I STILL HAVENT FOUND TABANTHA STABLE

[jvzebel-x]

🦋

x. polite because no one deserves to be purposefully treated rudely. kind because kindness keeps a person gentle. sweet because making people smile is uplifting. helpful for the same reason. supportive because if you dont have anything nice to say, it's extremely easy not to say anything at all. above all, do unto others what you would have them do unto you.

o. polite because it's the best way to fade all the way into the background. kind because i'm too afraid to let myself be cruel. sweet because of overwhelming&pathetic desperation to make people happy. helpful because it's too exhausting to cause waves. supportive because other's goals are a great distraction from my own. above all, a smile makes the best camouflage as long as no one can ever see you sweat.

x. lonely+isolated because of mental+physical health restrictions. i miss people-- i miss being surprised, i miss relating to people on any level that isn't abject pain. i miss connection, communion, community.

o. alone+introspective because it pays off to be so. i don't miss people at all-- in fact it is a true sign of growth that it is not my knee-jerk reaction to say that i hate them for everything that (an admittedly small sampling of) people have done to me.

x. i am so terrified of communication at this point, &traumatized by Other People just in general, that i regularly shut my notifications off on everything because the sound of any form of notification ring that i recognize can literally kick off vicious panic attacks and send me running for dark corners, lmao. i am pathetic-- but i am a survivor.

o: i am charming, fun, &social to varying degrees dependent on the work. i am adaptable, everything from the center of attention to support staff with ease. smiling through blood in my mouth&talking to basically anyone for minutes to hours is child's play-- literally, since that is when i learned it.

x. pride over the skills i've developed over a lifetime of nonsense. made possible by mania, perhaps.

o. shame over the skills i've developed over a lifetime of nonsense. put off by disassociation, definitely.

x. i am kind and small and smiling and invisible. please just leave me alone. please don't even look at me, i literally cannot bear it, i just want to be alone again, please do not hurt me, i will do anything to make you happy if you just promise not to hurt me.

o. i am vicious and bloody and loud, and i will make you look at me, i will make you see me. i will give you a reason for that sneer, &i have no problem giving and taking blood in the process. my blood is worth so much less that i will win this no matter what-- i am braver than you could ever be because i have nothing that i'm afraid i'll lose.

x: i just want to make people smile.

o: i just want to never see another living person ever again.

x: like me, like me, like me. please just like me. i just want to be safe from abject hatred. i just want to be likeable. i can be anything, anyone-- it isn't like i want to keep all my parts, anyway, just tell me what i need to toss to be normal. just tell me what to chop off to be loveable.

o: i will give you every reason to fucking hate me if that is what's going to happen, anyway. i have spent a lifetime becoming who i am, usually against my will-- i can finally look in the mirror without flinching, &i won't let anyone take that away from me. you'll pry my forced self-acceptance out of my cold, dead hands.

x: i have been so lucky. i have been so fucking lucky. every single day i am reminded of all the many ways it could have been worse, things could have been worse, life could have been worse. i am so lucky. i owe the red string everything for letting me finally be someone i like sometimes.

o: i might have been lucky, but somehow i doubt anyone treating my gratitude or happiness like a red flag would be capable of living a day in my life-- or any singular one of the days i've lived thus far. but i can definitely give them a taste if that's what they need to wipe the snide looks off their faces. i'll hate myself after for giving in to the temptation, though. i always do.

x: there's good in everything. if you look for it, there will always be good somewhere. you just need to look. happiness is a conscious decision. kindness is a conscious decision. being a decent person is a perpetual and conscious decision.

o: there's bad in everything, too, and the second i see it, i cannot unsee it. or forgive it, usually. why is it so much easier to see how much people fucking suck?

x: i want perfection. practice, constant effort, dedication-- i need perfection, i'll get perfection. if i can't, what's the point? if there's not even the possibility, what is the fucking point? how am i supposed to live if i know my lifelong goal is&always has been unattainable?

o. perfection isn't an objective possibility. how many times&different ways do i need to fail at the impossible reality before it actually settles in. it isn't possible. i'm dedicating my life to an impossible pursuit. more specifically, i'm committing myself to eternal&constant punishment for failure. why, though. why am i like this.

x. i hate myself so much sometimes i feel like i might actually lose my mind.

o. i am so full of pride sometimes i feel like i might burst at the fucking seams with it all.

x. i am terrified that i'm not capable of living unless it's fighting uphill. who am i without the struggle? who am i past the trauma?

o. if fighting uphill is what made me what i am, what does it matter if i never lose the edge? why should it matter if i need the extra motivation? if i can handle it, why should the struggle be a bad thing?