#functional improvements

[aj-lenoire]

i'm so goddamn compelled

[sidewalk-cracks]

literally please give Battison a Dick Grayson in the Batman Part II.

The first movie was about Bruce's journey from not wanting to be Bruce Wayne, to realizing that he does in fact need to be Bruce Wayne, and that Bruce Wayne can be a force used for good just like Batman. Logically then, the second movie should explore the next immediate question on the table: okay, he needs to be Bruce Wayne. So who is Bruce Wayne? What kind of man is Bruce Wayne going to be? Bruce still feels defined by his trauma of his parent's death. Bruce Wayne still feels defined by his parents' shadows, by his father's legacy. He still feels defined by his grief. How does he make Bruce Wayne be something different?

Dick Grayson would serve as the PERFECT device for Bruce to discover who he can be. Because Dick Grayson is literally just a young Bruce, and Bruce sees that instantly (it's why he takes him in in the first place). So throughout the movie, as Bruce tries to help Dick process his grief, he's inadvertently processing his OWN grief. Dick Grayson unknowingly helps Bruce process his own trauma, and through their developing relationship shows him that Bruce Wayne can be more than a recluse, a failure, a man drowning in his own head- he can be a protector, a friend, a parent.

When Dick points a gun at Tony Zucco's head, Bruce talks him down, and all the words that he gives him are words he had wanted when he was a kid and his grief was fresh. Even though they're gone, you're not alone. I understand.

BATTISON NEEDS DICK GRAYSON TO BE ABLE TO TAKE THE NEXT STEP OF HIS CHARACTER GROWTH.

[lazyyogi]

What if enlightenment isn’t just fulfilling—but pragmatic?

After all, if self-realization isn’t relevant to the average person, then what the hell are we even doing?

The average person isn’t seeking Truth. When you're worried about survival, lofty ideas don’t mean much. What they’re seeking is relief.

They’re thinking:

“Why am I anxious all the time?” “Why can’t I just be happy?” “Why does getting what I want never put an end to my problems?”

It’s easy to point the finger outward and blame the world for these burdens. But we can't afford to wait for the world to change before we find peace. And maybe the world won’t change until we embody that peace ourselves.

Here’s the catch: We won’t find real answers if we only search on our own terms. All we’ll find are bandaids and reassurances.

Not freedom.

Because we haven’t yet asked the one question that cuts to the heart of it all:

“What if the ‘you’ doing the chasing is the problem?”

That might sound abstract at first. But really—what could be more relevant to your experience of life than your own self?

Take a moment to consider: You’ve never actually experienced anything outside your own consciousness. So in your pursuit of peace, freedom, and happiness—what exactly are you chasing?

Self-realization isn’t some mystical elite endpoint.

It’s the antidote for:

Anxiety

Alienation

Addiction

Identity crisis

Existential dread

Grief

Loneliness

Let’s be clear— We’re not talking about a belief. Not a temporary state of emotion. Not another form of self-improvement.

We’re talking about one of the most profound and relevant mysteries at the center of human life: Consciousness itself.

This isn’t spiritual fluff. It’s functional freedom.

And the average person wants freedom. We’ve just been conditioned not to recognize it unless it comes with a dopamine hit or a price tag.

Unlike the world trying to sell you happiness or wholeness, self-realization doesn’t give you anything. It takes away the root cause of suffering: everything that was never truly you.

And in that absence, you don’t become more.

You become free.

[unexpectedbrickattack]

this is for like three whole followers im doing this for Us <3

[munchboxart]

I need Tumblr to add muting people

[geddyqueer]

btw that was my first time drafting a fic in ellipsus! the ui is nice and clean, all the features are great, it started to chug a lot when the word count crossed the 20k threshold, but the real key was the “copy as html” option, which preserved all my formatting exactly as written, which was a godsend for all the freaking letters and texts in that fic. my review: 4/5, perfect for fics on the shorter side.

[accio-bagel]

You have the power to control the content you see. If you don't like what's in your feed, you have options!

Scroll past. Unfollow. Filter. Block.

[quietwingsinthesky]

it ever hit you out of nowhere that castiel is living in a dead guy's body and the show just does not care. it does not care. jimmy novak might as well not exist the moment he or claire is out of sight. cas stole a guy's body and his face and his life, and we can't ever talk about it or discuss it in detail because of how fucking horrifying it is that sam and dean's best friend just walks around in a dead guy suit. there's not even a human soul in there anymore. it's just a corpse. stone-cold body snatcher indeed.

[ihaveaweirdidea]

[alpacacare-archive]

its DESTINY

[pochapal]

had a follow up phone consultation about my iga nephropathy and what it means. turns out i've probably going around with a severe autoimmune disorder and stage 5 ckd equivalent kidney function since i was like 10 years old and just never knew lmao

[justashadetalkative]

Status

Well, needless to say, writing didn’t happen this weekend. Sorry y’all! Combo of being out of town yesterday, then yet more family business + sheer exhaustion knocking me flat today, fff.

In all honesty I think I’m just gonna have to play things by ear this month. I’d like to get back to writing soon! But at the moment, I’m barely even glancing at the dash most days. I’m still sorting out where various things can fit into my routine now that I’m trying not to let myself stare at my phone all day and night, hah.

[rabbits-of-negative-euphoria]

I am returned! Crazy things happened on hiatus, and here is a play-by-play:

Spent the bulk of September with our dogs at my great-aunt's lake cottage (which is a 15-hr drive from here), due to the abundance of birthdays this month.

Shortly after arriving, I got a cold from my sister, which as per usual, turned into bronchitis, which lasted the entirety of the vacation (I still have the cough).

Around midnight on the eve of our departure, I had a gallbladder attack (first one since early spring).

Except it was way worse. Like, I couldn't breathe, couldn't speak, couldn't even cry.

Called 911, got in the ambulance, and the pain suddenly vanished in the space of a minute.

The wee mountain hospital didn't have imaging equipment beyond a CT scan and the Dr. was like "If the pain is gone, you shouldn't expose yourself to that much radiation" (which I appreciated)

My labs were normal, so we conclude this must've been the passing of the gallstone. Big, if true.

I take hydrocodone and we all go to sleep.

In the morning, my mom and sister pack my stuff for me and my parents and I drive the 15 hours back home so that dad can make it to a job interview the next day.

During the last 45 minutes of the journey, my mom's very very old & frail chihuahua experiences a sharp decline in his already poor constitution.

I'm knocked out on hydrocodone, but my dad is up all night with the dog, and in the morning, he takes him to the vet to be put down.

My mom is devastated, this dog was adopted to be her bedside companion during chemo twelve years ago.

My dad's interview goes well.

I still have bronchitis.

Two days later, my sister (who stayed longer at the lake house to clean up) drives back to her home in Southern GA, but for hurricane Helene reasons, the highway is closed and she gets lost.

She finally makes it home to find her power is out, for hurricane Helene reasons (it's still out)

Three days later (last night), I have another brutally painful attack (clearly I'd NOT passed the stone), so my parents drive me to the ER.

Am able to get an ultrasound there, which confirms I still have either many gallstones or one huge one, but my labs are still normal.

Unfortunately, this makes sense because I underwent some rapid drastic weight loss after my attack in the spring.

ER Dr. thinks my pain is instead being caused by gastritis for genetic reasons (which reminded my mom that as a teenager she passed out at work from gastritis).

He prescribes me a trio of gastritis drugs.

I'll be going to a trusted functional medicine doctor next month because my dad got the job (an amazingly good job, praise God) and we can afford it at last. My hope is that this Dr. can point to causes beyond genetics for the gastritis and also get rid of the stones once and for all, even if that means going on Ursodiol.

My dad's new job requires him to move to the Middle East in three weeks.

Oh, and my personal Instagram account (which was about to become the cornerstone of my small business) was inexplicably terminated during my hiatus and I have no means of getting it back besides writing to the state Attorney General.

[being-of-rain]

Big Finish really did do such a bad job updating their website that they ground to a halt huh? No new stories and no new news for almost two weeks now.

[shoecrabs]

continuing with my Leo with prosthetics propaganda (by giving him an arm gun his little bro :))

zoomed in pics of my faves as well