#irrational spaces

[evercelle]

2024 art summary! it sure has been a year

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R ATIONAL

[grimalkinmessor]

Yes Reigen becoming Hanazawa's new parental figure and essentially adopting him but only post-s3 finale to make it clear that he's filling a Mob-shaped hole and only if Mob gets super jealous and guilty and weird about it 🥰

[chocolatecake47]

I don't really care about the reasons behind it all. It doesn't kill anybody to have five minutes of compassion and sensitivity to a grieving person. I wouldn't have even tried to stop anything but been excruciatingly understanding.

That said, my grief is valid too. I'm sick and tired of killing my own feelings to accommodate everybody else's when they often treat me like crap anyway.

I deserved the courtesy of knowing before she completely changed his room. I wanted so sit in there for five more minutes and soak up his essence. I deserved that, hard stop, I don't care.

[juresmccann]

Kenophobia fear of empty spaces

[opens-up-4-nobody]

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[aro-culture-is]

Aro culture is wanting to scream at your friend to just dump their hateful racist asshole boyfriend, while at the same time knowing that they won't listen to you because they are in love and apparently, that erases their ability for critical thinking

While also not saying any of that because it would be rude

A "hateful racist asshole boyfriend" sounds ripe for a situation in which your friend could be dating someone actively grooming them for domestic abuse.

In those cases, individuals often already have poor boundary control, and it's not the critical thinking actually missing: it's the security that creating boundaries doesn't mean losing someone who they feel cares about them. Judgements on their ability to "think clearly" are both misplaced and encouraged by the abusers, as worsening self esteem leads to an abuse victim seeking comfort... often from the abuser.

I think it's very, very important to recognize that the best thing you can do for them is to be there, continually reaffirm that they can always tell you anything, and rather than pressure them to break up... ask them to tell you about the relationship. You can guide them to red flags, but also try to present possible communication elements. There are guides online by great resources talking about how to best support these conversations.

And, of course, it's always possible it is simply that your friend actually is racist and they put up with the behavior because of that. It's not hard for some bigots to find an in through less overt bigotry. But I strongly encourage folks to realize that "in love with no capacity for critical thought" is a very dangerous warning sign that someone may be unable to recognize healthy boundaries, and worse - to recognize unhealthy boundaries.

[clegfly]

so for context mari fridge exists because somebody had literally NOTHING good to say about omori, and would refuse to focus on things they enjoyed, and basically dedicated their whole blog to complaining about omori on the character tags to an annoying degree instead of doing something more productive with their time, and they'd always say that mari was "fridged" so from that, mari fridge was born

OH that guy. Yeah I have him blocked LMAO most of his takes seem like bait, but bait or not I don’t want to see them because the mischaracterisation makes me want to tear my hair out lol

[nickolashx]

System Shock 2 (1999)

System Shock 2 is a 1999 action role-playing survival horror video game designed by Ken Levine and co-developed by Irrational Games and Looking Glass Studios.

You awake from the cold chill of your cryo-tube to discover cybernetic implants grafted to your flesh and the crew of the starship Von Braun slaughtered.

The infected roam the halls, their screams and moans beckoning you to join them as the rogue artificial intelligence known as SHODAN taunts and ridicules your feeble attempt to unravel the horrifying mystery of the derelict starship Von Braun.

[collgeruledzebra]

been a while since ive had a spell of anxiety bad enough i genuinely can't tell how much im overreacting

[nailgunstigmata]

every few months or so i have a recurring nightmare where i horrifically neglect some animals i have and theyre like barely holding on and im like what have i done how did i let it get so far im a monster and its always like hamsters or mice or something and once it was a human baby and once a spider. anyways today it was rats and one of them bit me which i think was deserved and a sign of revolution. next dream theyre going to unionise and start eating me alive or something. and good for them honestly dream me had it coming

[22psyduck]

i hate that one of my triggers is cigarettes and smoking in particular. (yay childhood trauma) because i can't even really see smoke rising without feeling a bit uncomfortable -- like i can't rewatch some TMS seasons because of the smoke from the campfire and i'm just so fucking mad at myself because... it's just smoke from fire. not even related to cigarettes and mostly detatched from the trauma. it feels so pathetic. and now there is a meme trend where people are talking about cigarettes a lot in Funney Posts. and the word itself makes me visualise it and smell it and it's not great.

[justblaterando]

How any convo about aemond loosing an eye goes with the crazy people of this fandom

A “he was going to murder him, he deserves it”

B “no he didn’t”

A “he was being rude, he deserve it”

B “being rude doesn’t justify making someone disable”

A “he was going to murder him, he deserves it”

And the cycle continues

[juresmccann]

Nosocomephobia fear of hospitals

[minijenn]

Also fun fact, I currently do not have any S2 promos drawn so don't expect to see any for a while :3

[yanavao]

What Are You Truly Afraid Of?

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Fear is a strong word. Everyone feels an unpleasant emotion towards something to be terrified of and experiences it in some form—whether it’s fear of failure, rejection, or mortality. It is often felt in the body before the mind catches up. It begins in whispers—small, uninvited doubts that slip in when the world goes still. You might not hear it, but you feel it: the tightening of your chest, the shiver of hesitation in your spine. It’s not always the loud, crashing terror you imagine. Sometimes it’s just the weight of what if.

What if you fail? What if they leave? What if you’re never enough? Fear takes root in the spaces between what you are and what you fear you will become. It nestles in your vulnerabilities, clings to your unspoken insecurities, and lingers like smoke in your lungs—unseen, but always there, always lingering.

But what are you truly afraid of?

Is it the dark? Or is it what the dark might hide? The unknown fires like bullets—every possibility, every outcome, every disaster that could befall you and strike you down without warning. The unknown is both freedom and prison—endless potential, but also a door that opens into emptiness. And in that empty space, fear grows: in the not knowing, in the silence before the storm, in the unknown territory of tomorrow.

Perhaps you are afraid of losing control, that fragile grasp on the reins of your life. You cling to the illusion of assurance because in assurance, you are guaranteed that there is safety. But the truth is, control is fragile. It shatters at the first sign of havoc, leaving you grasping for something solid in a world that refuses to be held still. Control slips away when you can no longer steer your own path, when the tides grow too strong to fight.

Maybe, though, you’re afraid of being seen. Not in the superficial way—no, it’s deeper than that. It’s the fear of exposing your core, of revealing what’s really inside, those hidden parts of yourself that even you don’t fully understand. The parts that would crumble under scrutiny. The fear that if others truly knew you, they would turn away. It’s not rejection you fear so much as the silent realization that perhaps you never belonged in the first place.

Or, likely enough, you fear time itself—the relentless ticking of the clock that pulls you forward, whether you’re ready or not. Time leaves nothing untouched: dreams fade, faces change, and one day, you will look back and realize you’ve become someone else, someone you didn’t quite intend to be. Time whispers, Hurry, but the more you rush, the more you lose. And in that loss, you fear that you’ll run out of chances to make it all count.

But in the end, what are you truly afraid of?

Is it death? The end of everything, the fading into nonexistence? Could be. But even death is not so much feared for its end, but for what’s left unsaid, undone, unexperienced. It’s the fear of not having lived fully before the curtain falls. It’s the fear that you’ve missed your purpose, that your time here has slipped through your fingers like sand, forgotten and unacknowledged.

And yet, perhaps the thing we fear most is not any of these, but simply the fact of being human. The truth that we are all delicate, unpredictable, and transient. That no matter how tightly we try to control our story, no matter how carefully we construct the walls around our hearts, we are always vulnerable. Fear is the constant companion that shows us our fragility—the reminder that life, in all its beauty, is momentary.

But maybe, just maybe, that is what we need to embrace. For it is not the absence of fear that defines us, but our ability to stand in its presence, to let it wash over us, and still choose to move forward. To live despite it, to love despite it, to reach out even when the future seems doubtful. In the face of fear, we find our strength.

So ask yourself: What are you truly afraid of? And then, ask yourself again if it’s worth letting that fear hold you back.

— @yanavao