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#another state of mind
gotankgo · 9 months
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«Another State of Mind is a documentary film made in the summer of 1982 chronicling the adventure of two punk bands, Social Distortion and Youth Brigade, as they embark on their first international tour. Along the way they meet up with another band, Minor Threat, whom they hang out with at the Dischord house for about a week near the end of their ill-fated tour.» I’m eternally grateful for Night Flight turning me on to this in the mid 80s
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spilladabalia · 1 year
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Social Distortion - Another State Of Mind
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These scars in my flesh 💔
I'm bruised and I'm bloodied
Only she knows the pain
That I've been through
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mannyblacque · 15 days
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Mike Ness of Social Distortion
April 22 2024, Houston TX, Bayou Music Center
We were just kids when me and my circle of weirdo friends first heard Social Distortion, but something in that music connected with us. To see them live again after all these years is a blessing.
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poorly-drawn-mdzs · 21 days
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Reasons to play In Stars and Time: Canon Pronoun Warfare.
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just-null-cult · 6 months
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the way you drew kokichi .. i think im ascending to the heavens .. i see the light .. chest collapsing .. heartbeat flatlining ..
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oho, a Kokichi enjoyer!! tysm!! it was my first time drawing him at the time so im glad i didnt fail him. i dont want to fail any of the kyoto group. i love them all!! even w my clear favoritism
he's nice too, a bit more expressive than Noritoshi so i can finally draw something that isnt :| or >:( even if it isnt by much- i like him too
I like how he's both a dick but also kinda sweet. He's a different flavor of tsun... i can use this. my knowledge on him is limited but FROM WHAT I SAW IN THE WIKI OH MY GOD???????? OH MY GOD!!!!!!!!!!!! KOKICHI!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHAT THE FUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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columboscreens · 2 months
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haunted-xander · 7 months
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Ryne and Gaia are like. Such good parallels and foils to each other it makes me just a little insane.
Like Ryne is sweet and caring and she always wants to help others and make them feel better even to the detriment of herself because she has seen and known suffering and doesn't want others to have to live like that too. If she can make someones life better, even if just a little bit, then she will. But she also puts everyone elses well-being and feelings so far above her own that she often ends up trying to help in a way that doesn't actually solve anything because it still ends up with someone hurt (such as trying to properly fuse with Minfilia knowing it might end up with herself disappearing). She's not a doormat, but she does have some people-pleasing tendencies.
Gaia, however, is the exact opposite. She's prickly and sarcastic and thinks of herself and her needs first and foremost, everyone else is secondary. It's not that she's cold or uncaring, she doesn't ignore people's problems, she just doesn't see them as her business most of the time (A product of being raised in Eulemore most likely). She doesn't consider the long-term outcome of what she does or says, she lives solely in the present and the future is a problem for when it happens.
These opposite traits also play into each other. Ryne inspires Gaia to care more about others and Gaia inspires Ryne to prioritize herself more. Gaia makes Ryne live more on the moment without thinking solely of what the future will bring, and Ryne makes Gaia think more on what her life will be going forward and to actually consider what she does and says and how that affects things. They feed into each others good traits (Ryne's caring nature and Gaia's sense of self) while also helping them deal with the bad traits (Ryne's people-pleasing and Gaia's aloofness).
Their pasts are good paralells too. Ryne was isolated and lonely until Thancred took her away but even then, he was distant and emotionally neglectful, so she ended up lonely in an entirely different way. Gaia had a family and caretakers that she wasn't particularly close to, but after the 'Fairy' started talking to her they got even further away until she couldn't even remember them, and the 'Fairy' was the closest thing she had to a friend even though it was what isolated her to begin with. Ryne had constant companionship but no support, and Gaia had 'support' but no companionship.
Even just. Regarding the whole identities thing they are just. Perfect. Ryne has lived with Minfilia's shadow on her shoulder her entire life and never got to learn who she actually is. She thought that she had to become Minfilia for her life to be worth anything, that it's the only way her existance is justified. The person closest to both her and Minfilia(Thancred) indicated(in her mind at least) that he wanted Minfilia to be here in Ryne's stead(which wasn't really the case but she didn't know that). The only way to get her out of that shadow was to remove her from the identity of Minfilia, hence why her new name is so important(as well as the hair and eyes being her natural colors instead of Minfilia's all too recognizable ones).
But Gaia didn't even know about Mitron or Loghrif until Eden. She had the 'Fairy', but to her it was just some voice in her head which was nice enough to her. To her, Loghrif is just some lady Mitron loved, she has no real connection to her. She has a connection to Mitron, both as the 'Fairy' and as remnant feelings from Loghrif, but none to Loghrif herself(aside from the obvious reincarnation stuff). Gaia has always been her name. It may have been Loghrif's originally, but she is so far removed from that identity that even for all of Mitron's effort to 'return' her to Loghrif, it'd never work. Loghrif is Gaia, but Gaia is not Loghrif. Simple as that.
Eden's story works so well because Ryne and Gaia are opposites in that specific way that compliments each other, rather than pits them against each other.
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muzzleroars · 1 year
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do you. think about angels and ais singing. together.
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slavicafire · 20 days
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not to be hozier's hozier truther (I am) and I really really love his new albums (I do) but goodness. wildflower and barley is so horrendous. I can't stand this song and it genuinely sounds like what I imagine taylor swifts music to be, both sound and lyrics wise. it's so bad
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Or what? What are you going to do? Punch me? Can't do shit behind those bars
You can't even face the truth? Disgusting. Aren't you supposed to be the helpful, mature one that always helps her classmates? Weren't you studying to work in healthcare? Because I shudder to think of what would happen to the unfortunate guy who happened to be in your care. If you do this to your friend's brother, what would you do to a complete stranger when you get one of these impulses? His body's fucked for life, after all, and he was trying to protect you.
There's a saying that goes "the truth does not sin, but it does sting" where I live. Maybe that's something you have yet to learn.
SHUT UP! STOP PRETENDING TO KNOW EVERYTHING ABOUT ME! YOU’RE WRONG! NONE OF THIS IS TRUE!
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Talked to her a thousand miles away There's tears in her eyes If I make it back I'm gonna show her She's the only one for me
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mannyblacque · 16 days
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Mommy's Little Monster
Social Distortion, April 22 2024, Houston TX.
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lackadaisicallizard · 8 months
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Some days James’ mind is a whirlwind. 
It’s trying to capture fireflies in a jar with holes that keep changing size. It’s a laptop with fifty tabs open and no way of figuring out which one the music is coming from without shutting down completely. It's a constant juggling act, with thoughts and ideas swirling like colourful balloons, threatening to float away if not tethered by sheer willpower.
It’s the knowledge that there are a hundred things on his to do list but feeling like the execution of even one is so far out of his reach. 
It’s forgetting that his friends even exist sometimes without them reaching out first, not because he doesn’t love them fiercely and with his whole heart, but because his mind can’t see all the different places they reside through all the loudness and the chaos. 
It’s being bound by the human construct of time, when time to him is nothing but an abstract term that he’s trying so hard to conceptualise. Harder than anyone else seems to have to try. Time flows like a river to him, meandering through the landscape of the mind, occasionally overflowing its banks or disappearing into hidden underground tunnels.
Conversations are like intricate puzzles, each word a piece that may or may not fit perfectly. The urge to share his thoughts is a wind that can whisk away his sentence mid-air or make it soar with infectious enthusiasm. It's an emotional rollercoaster, with steep climbs and exhilarating descents, but always, a passionate and unfiltered heart at the centre.
Sometimes James’ mind spills out more than it should, and to the world it looks like arrogance or a need to be the centre of attention. But it’s not. In fact, sometimes he wants no attention at all. 
But his brain won’t give him that. It mocks him. 
So he just rides it out and hopes that people won’t hate him by the time the whirlwind stops. 
“I could never hate you, baby.” The soft words have been spoken a million times, but he needs them all the same. 
“Are you sure?” James mumbles into Regulus’ chest, feeling gentle fingers  combing through his unbrushed hair. 
“I love every word you speak.” 
James hums contentedly at that and as their fingers find each other and intertwine, James finds solace in the fact that, despite the chaos, there’s a steady hand to hold onto.
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thatgirl4815 · 9 months
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I just wanna know how we’re transitioning from this—
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—to this
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(Or vice versa)
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knowlesian · 5 months
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gonna snap one day and run through the halls of media critique screaming A PLOTHOLE IS NOT WHEN THERE IS AN EASILY EXTRAPOLATED AND OBVIOUS ANSWER TO A QUESTION THAT THE WRITERS DID NOT THINK EVEN NEEDED TO BE EXPLAINED OUT LOUD BECAUSE THEY EXPECTED YOU TO USE YOUR BRAIN JUST A L I T T L E
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