#anti depresso

[yukipri]

The Prime Override - Chapter 68 is up!

Rex - The Prime Override, Victory and Death Remix

Really excited to share this chapter, it's been a long time coming!! Most of it was written two years ago *sweats*

I hope you enjoy!!

This Chapter: The dark, smoking spot from a blaster bolt, blooming on her brow.

WARNINGS: Very temporary but major, semi-graphic character death!!!

"In my...vision, thing, you were with Ahsoka," Jesse says, staring straight forward. They're closer than they'd usually sit, and his ARC pauldron bumps against Rex. "You mean I stood there and let you shoot her," Rex says, empty. Jesse frowns, but he's distracted. He shakes his head, several times. "No, no...you were with her. You were on her side. She'd—she'd taken your chip out and disabled the Order. You were free from it."

> > Read Ch 68 on AO3

[deadjournalist]

guys anti-depressants will make u feel funny

[unlithour]

On Becoming Jaded

It's a funny thing, to wake up one day and realize that you are jaded. To wonder where it all went wrong. To suddenly feel fond of a urinal.

Then, I couldn't get enough art in my life. I was attending art university as a full time painting student, visiting galleries and museums, watching art house films, and haunting the art book aisle at Barnes & Noble.

Most importantly, I was making so much art that I didn't know what to do with it all. Hardly any of it was good, but it existed.

I watched as other students graduated only to get jobs as baristas and bartenders. So I moved from the East coast to the West coast and pursued a career as a tattooist. It took me about 8 years and a failed brick & mortar business to realize that was not my path.

That failure stopped me in my tracks. After that I half-heartedly attempted to start a small business consulting firm, which I also shut down. Somewhere along the way I lost myself and my self confidence in my art. I became jaded and began to languish in my regrets.

Now, it has been 9 years since I created a single piece of art.

Lying awake at night trying to puzzle out the origin of all this has not wrought any great epiphanies. I wonder if it was the traditional approach of my professors; the insistence that there was no place for illustrative or "low brow" style in the world of fine art. Or the curriculum-mandated "critiques" where my peers sat around my art in a semicircle and told me the ways in which I was insufficient. The gallery and the grant rejections. The incessant gatekeeping. The idea that the only way to become a truly phenomenal artist was to pick a thing and to do it over and over and over.

I actually had a professor that only painted brick walls. Literally, he spent years making paintings of brick walls. Were they the most realistic and beautifully textured bricks ever painted? Yes, they were. But the idea of committing so deeply to one thing horrified me. It still does. I imagined myself sitting in some sad studio apartment for decades perfecting my craft with my only hope for success being of the post-mortem type.

This is why, in traditional art schools, they harp on about the importance of archival materials. Preservation for posterity and what not. Because genuine greatness is ahead of its time and can take generations to be truly seen.

What originally drew me into art was Impressionism. The way Naples yellow could make clouds hanging over a sunset glow. The dashing of paintbrushes across a canvas which most mysteriously formed images. So, I was rather full of youthful disdain when I was exposed to modern art. If Andy Warhol painting cans of soup wasn't lazy enough, imagine my shock when I saw Duchamp's porcelain urinal on exhibit at the Tate Modern. I'd been drinking the kool-aid of artistic elitism and snidely thought to myself, " This is why modern art is not art."

Years later I read about photographer Alfred Stieglitz who wrote a rave review about the toilet saying, "The "Urinal" photograph is really quite a wonder—Everyone who has seen it thinks it beautiful—And it's true—it is. It has an oriental look about it—a cross between a Buddha and a Veiled Woman."

Despite Marcel Duchamp's "Fountain" originally being suppressed by galleries and receiving a number of scathing reviews, it still made it into the annals of art history.

These days Duchamp's urinal makes me smile on the inside, and I'm quite fond of it. There's no evidence to support this, but I like to think that it was his way of thumbing his nose at some dusty professor who told him he'd never make it.

From where I stand now, I feel a sort of camaraderie with the Dada and Fluxus artists. An understanding of the indeterminacy of art. A desire for anti-art. Maybe they too were disillusioned and jaded.

A fellow netizen wrote, "Becoming jaded is about trust. You became jaded when you discovered the world was not the place you trusted it to be." In that vein, I think I trusted that art gave my life meaning and without that I have no direction. I allowed my self perceived failures as an artist to deprive me of meaning and purpose.

I need to find my inspiration again. It may just lay hidden somewhere between Buddha and a veiled lady, behind an ordinary toilet.

[racing-boiis]

Honestly if you can only be positive about dr in relation to him helping lando step up and the rep he has within f1 regarding fanbase etc instead of seeing him as a talented driver in and of himself then maybe you don't deserve to have him driving for you. and also fuck you bro

[goldkirk]

1. Did not sleep

2. Going to have the most awesome 6:30 AM walk with Aoife instead and I’m calling that good

3. I cannot wait to eat some Kix for breakfast

[nerice]

i stg they what they gave me this morning *wasnt* vitamins

[a-shooting-jade]

duloxetine is such an inappropriate medication.

if it works for you, I'm so happy for you and I hope it continues to work for you, but for the rest of us... GUYS WTF SEND HELP THIS IS GOING SOOOO BAD💀

[sweetheartvalle]

it’s not really hot in liverpool anymore…

tbf my room is so warm anyways so that’s probably why i’m roasting HAHA

brb going to live in my freezer

[solarcas]

I forgot abt the few drawings I made a month ago to fill up that terrible sketchbook and now I'm. Feeling very smart bc I could've just posted those before the final Cas <]:(

[honeypumpkiin]

I think the stress of it all has been getting to me lately so

[yukipri]

So far my anti-depressos have mostly manifested in me becoming super, SUPER sleepy (and mild nausea, that seems to have gone away mostly).

I know it'll take a while for my body to get used to them, and then for doc to determine if we need changing the dosing but for now

Am So. Sleepy...

[historia-vitae-magistras]

I know Matthew plays hockey, but does he ever want to just give up whatever his government job is and take playing hockey to the olympics or at least pro level? I mean it's got to be more fun than whatever secretarial, front man type corporate job he normally has to deal with when working with the gov right? Or maybe getting into farming or something. I dont know, he just seems like someone who'd eventually just lose his shit if he had to be stuck in an office for too long.

I honestly think most of his time in any government post is like the twice-a-decade he gives enough fucks to be involved. Like, what is he going to do in an office? Stamp government documents? Approve things? He's fucken useless in that environment. I think a couple of times he's said fuck it, started over and played pro hockey or Olympic hokey. He's not the only one and probably smashed some faces in. Alfred or Arthur had to help wipe and reset his identity because inventing a whole new set of documents is much more complicated nowadays than 100 years ago, but he's played and then faded into the background. He probably gets away with that more than a lot of nations can. Nice combo privilege of big bro's military-industrial complex and his own insignificance.

I've had him in the parks service as a bootlegger, a sailor, a ships carpenter, a diplomat, a firefighter, a medic, a search and rescue medic, especially a hockey coach, and a hockey player. I'm not about to write shit about people working in an office if I'm candid. I also think he drew a veterans pension for 110 years before the government. "hey wait, the last Canadian World War One vet died 10 years ago."

And as far as money goes. I think he and Alfred got their savings wiped in the 1930s, and Matt kept himself afloat via good ol' imperial nepotism via the old fart while Alfred was on his own since WW2; Matt's financial well-being has been so tied into Alfred's. I had an economics manager who joked that when the US economy stumbles, Canada breaks its neck so there's some fuckery there, but let's be honest; Matt just occasionally gives Alfred the 'you have hurt my feelings' eyes and gets what he wants and like 500 apologies.

When I look at Alfred, I see someone who likes to work when it's something he's interested in. But Matt... always struck me as a bit French. Not that we don't work hard, but Matt hit the "they pretend to pay me, so I pretend to work' attitude sometime in the '70s. And he's half insane? Like man's wandering around the woods half feral for months on end in at least one of my timelines. He comes back needing anti-parasite meds, three kinds of antibiotics and Alfred going over his checkbook like 'what the fuck did you do with your dividend this time?" Like Afred's his own kind of batshit, but he's got a good head for numbers on his shoulders.

But yeah, the best way to keep him human is to let him do shit that actually appeals and keeps the depresso level below catastrophic so hockey, forestry, etc. Working in an office in Ottawa happens but it's rare, and when it goes on too long in tandem with being as lonely as he can be with only one major border, he ends up missing half his humanity and eating raw raccoon liver in the woods. Letting him slapshot Ivan in the face at the Olympics every now and again is good for the budget lmao.

[pfizerprincess]

Random, but I wanted to share

1 year clean. I've gone down on my anti depressos. I'm doing better.

[devilscastle69]

. depresso convo under cut

I forgot my anti sads 2x in a row and I’m like feelin something. Don’t know if it’s bad or good but it’s something. Maybe like a kinda derealization that isn’t scary. Was everything muted before idk

[hajima-7]

Just want you to know I mentally mumble "anti-depresso" every time I interact with espresso because of your tag

yknow, my friends and i started saying that during out coffee/lunch break when we worked together in a pretty shitty company lmao so.. you get it sjdhgs

[umbrella-academy-bs]

TUA as things my friends have said out of context pt. 1

Luther: It’s very smooth and shiny

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Diego: Did I snort acid?

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Alison: There’s a heart on *name*’s face and I really like it

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Klaus: Oh! Death!

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Five: Did you kill 10,000 Jews?

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Ben: We don’t care about Black Jack, we care about Go Fish!

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Viktor: Join the anti-depresso nespresso gang

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Bonus

Lila: Abortion please!