#just spreading the gospel

[dryaddean]

castiel amv with a side of destiel set to unusual you by britney spears when 😔

oh it exists 😌

[bigfatbimbo]

too tired to write but i’m thinking about the vees and they’re collective boo thing! Can’t get silly little self care nights out of my head, because your too tired to fuck them but they still what your attention. So Velvette is painting your nails and Val is doing your skincare routine while Vox rests his head in your lap 😕😕

[ducktracy]

proper reupload in the high quality this fantastic segment so deserves; eagle pig and duck bias notwithstanding, this will forever be my favorite variant of the fabled switcheroo (and a reminder that Daffy was first at his own game!) the committal on behalf of both characters--especially the sincerity of Daffy's feigned sincerity--really sets it apart

[pinkusmaximus]

she is so SILLY and i want to KISS HER A LOT. A LOT. a lot. a lot.

[bcbdrums]

So, I got blocked for replying to this post here

I commented and pointed out to OP that the relationship during adolescence being referred to in this very good book they show is NOT child to child, but adult to child. That is the type of attachment needed for healthy development.

I also recommended the excellent book The Boy Who Was Raised As A Dog by Dr. Bruce Perry for further reading on the topic of child trauma. My comment to OP was kind and supportive, but still pointing out the error in their interpretation.

But, my comment was deleted and I got blocked.

CroMa fandom, why you in denial about the fact that Crona needs THERAPY???

Thing is... It could have been anyone to exorcise Crona. It just happened to be Maka. But Crona would have developed a dependency on whoever had first reached out to them. Maka isn't special. Maka was just the one who was there. And to really heal, Crona needs professional help. A romance or even a friendship isn't gonna magically solve Crona's problems. Neither will antidepressants or other drugs. Children need a positive adult attachment. This is well-established brain science, not opinion.

Highkey think y'all know that, CroMa stans, and don't wanna admit it cuz...you think it would sink your ship? 🤔 Idk. A kid can have friends, that is normal but that can't be their primary relationship. That's not healthy for anyone, and especially not for someone in deep trauma.

Anyway, guess polite conversation get blocked now. Oh well.

[khannatree]

what was i made for?

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fanart for @lsoer's fic eyeballs to entrails bc it drives me crazy and i think you shld all read it too :) all fun and merry nothing bad happens. gus was just being a little silly prior to this fanart

stills below

[whiskeyswifty]

in defense of 1989:

the breathless, wailing anguish with which she howls "take me HOOOOOoooooome" as she finally gives in to her vices, her weaknesses, knowingly but willingly. because she's so tired of doing the right thing, the smart thing, so lonely, so hopeful, and soooo horny she's helpless against self destruction. A song so unflinching in its awareness of that while also unapologetic in her choice to fully throw herself into temptation.

and even still the continued breathless, endless questioning in out of the woods. is this it? is it finally over? when it be over? when will someone just love her, and when will she stop doubting that they don't? when will this cycle of searching and heartbreak end? the way the song ends, so desperate is she for guidance that her voices harmonize together in a nearly religious choir, calling to the heavens for an answer. utterly lost, screaming into the forest doubting everything she remembers, was it real? can she even remember herself?

In I wish you would, how she turns a quiet, fleeting moment of laying in bed, watching headlights crawl across her bedroom wall though the gap in her curtains into a bombastic tour through all the regrets and dashed hopes that fly through her head. how you can mentally run through the span of fifty emotions over the course of ten seconds.

wildest dreams where the song is paced using her own heartbeat i mean what a clever way to quite literally let you into her heart

also in wildest dreams, giving into the idea that maybe this is what she deserves maybe, all she deserves. it's all she'll ever be, just a memory to someone and so in that fatalist acceptance, she's determined to at least make sure she's a phenomenal memory. and she asks them to lie to her, just this once. she doesn't ask for anything else, just to be told one time that she's worth remembering. an incredibly vulnerable thing to admit about how you see yourself and how dark of a place to be mentally.

the murky, wobbly synth and wistful whispery voices on this love. the whole song sounding like a fog or like wading in the tide as it ebbs and flows. so tactile in how it renders the feeling of wading through the fog a breakup or dissolution. not sure what the right thing to do is, to turn around and fight for them, to let them go, to move on. a song where she's so lost, she surrenders her fate completely and accepts whatever happens will happen and completely succumbs to the current, wherever it takes her and whatever it brings. she has to believe they'll come back on their own because there's nothing else to do now. she's done everything she could and it's just up to the tides of fate.

i mean clean?? hello??? one of the most apt metaphors for breaking up with someone when the relationship was intense and maybe codependent or manipulative. how addiction can be a person, and all the same trappings apply. how the whole album was her struggling through that. revisiting it over and over, how hard it is to try to live without them, as if it feels like drowning. but ultimately finding a baptism of self in the drowning, being the one to save herself for the first time, realizing she could save herself. revolutionary idea for the person who wrote all 4 prior albums, a monumental moment of growth. while still acknowledging that the itch to return to them will always linger, but recognizing that that's not love or fate or destiny like she once thought it was. it's just her insecurities trying to drag her back into bad habits, ultimately pulling the monster out from under the bed and in the harsh light of day, seeing it for what it is and rendering it unable to fool her anymore. one of the most pivotal moments in her mental and emotional growth as a person that she's ever discussed in her art. Where she completely abandons the fairytale idea of fate and destiny and begins to embrace her autonomy.

bonus of YAIL being one of the quietest, most intimate and mundane stories of love she’s ever written. how poignant for it to come after the bombastic pop and clashing synths of the sweeping and tragic romances regaled on the entire album. as if to say nah, real love, true love is in the quiet, unremarkable moments. the synths and echoes used again here but in a more dreamy, ethereal way, as if it's not happening quite yet but it's a wish for something totally different than she had before, something she should have wished for all along. a beautiful contrast!!

also just i'm sorry but blank space was so clever, maybe you had to be there but for her to come out with this song after the Red era and just.... absolutely destroy the pervading narrative about her with a sledgehammer but in the most tongue and cheek way, the most above it all way. like look how stupid you sound? this is the person you think i am? do you hear how ridiculous this shit is? get a grip! she not only made them into the fool and came off smarter and savvier than anyone else, she made BANK off of their stupidity. slay of the century!!!

basically 1989 is the rawest and most honest depiction of a woman in her 20s at some of the lowest points your 20s can bring. how through that time, as you figure out who you're supposed to be as an adult, you completely lose sight of who you are, and because of that you feel the lowest about yourself you may ever feel in your life. You let yourself get treated horribly and you begin to wonder if this is all there is. and it's awful and it feels endless and so lonely because you feel like the only person going through it, that everyone else knows something you don't, and that you're pathetic and worthless for falling so behind everyone else. but at the same time your 20s are soooooo fun and exciting and liberating because of your first foray into independent adulthood, so to lay unapologetically pop instrumentals over these crushing feelings is genius. it's the whiplash of that time in your life, the oscillation making each feeling of euphoria and devastation that much more potent. And how she emotes on this album is unlike anything else! She’s theatrical with her syllables and delivery as if she might never get the chance to say any of this again!

but also, the perhaps unconscious metaphor she presented that so many people, fans included, seem to fall victim to. the idea that oh, it's just pop music, it's not that deep, it's soulless and vapid. only serious music can actually be emotional, when the words she's saying and the hard truths about herself she's conveying are raw and bleeding open wounds. repetition isn't laziness, but a manifestation of anxiety and building tension. heavy synths and electro-pop stylings aren't soulless compared to guitars, but a way to unground you from reality and give you that atmosphere of disorientation and so as she grapples with losing her bearings, so do you. it's a musical allegory for how in your twenties someone can outwardly be having the time of their life, but inwardly be the lowest they've ever been. it's the eternal duality of your 20s, rendered so beautifully and harnessing musical stylings so masterfully to convey this experience. i'll defend it forever for that reason and implore people to reexamine their view of pop music and pop instrumental compositions as less artistic achievements and less emotional than acoustic ballads. sadness isn't the only vulnerable emotion. confusion, anger, anxiety, frustration are all profound and loud emotions that deserve an electric guitar because sometimes words aren't enough for how much you're feeling, and it's up to a cacophonous soundscape of electric guitars and moog synthesizers and your own cathartic screams to fill in the rest.

[euaphoric]

the dilf!jk fic will be up v v soon ! ! i’ve been a wee bit busy these past couple days but i’m like halfway done w it and should def be posted by this weekend for y’all <333

ngl, i kinda outdid myself w this one cause it’s finna be good asf 🤭 y’all will like it trust meeeee + it’s going to be even longer than the 1st one i posted, so probs around 5-6k words ?! wtf i’m rlly in my long ass writing era fr, i’m such a pro yapper tho and have been deprived of making fics for months so maybe that’s whyyy lolz. but anywhoo just wanted to give a mini update and the 80’s fic is also in the making ﾍ(｀▽´*) 💢

[theosjunkdrawer]

I never know if someone is going to understand the meaning behind my words if I just say the names of the dndads, bc do they know that when im saying Anthony Burch that im saying it with the most respect one can hold for a person? Do they know that when I say Freddy Wong that im saying it with heart eyes and blush lines? Do they know that when I say the name Beth May that I am saying it with a full hearted joy in my chest? Do they know when I say Matthew Arnold i say it with strength and care? Do they know when I say Will Campos I say it with a hand full of passion and a fist full of rocks? Do they know this?? Do they understand this??? I think not. I must say "Freddy Wong, from Dungeons and Daddies my beloved," or "Beth May, queen of my mindspace and dungeons and daddies,"

[songjay-ay]

I love that every time I see your pfp or drawings all I can think of is how it captures perfectly the "bastard asshole Jay energy" from early seasons

This is like the best compliment I have ever received in my entire life. I might shed a tear over this

[jewishcissiekj]

Oh. ok. Wow. Haden Blackman can you write an Asajj Novel for me please

Star Wars: Obsession #5 (Written by Haden Blackman, art by Brian Ching)

[s1utlvr]

Going to a summer camp would heal the 12 year old vsco girl that lives inside of me and comes out every summer

[tj99er]

????

[goosessideblog]

Thinking about A Square being returned wrong. Mirrored. Irreversible

A Sphere fucks up, and puts him down in the wrong direction, wrong side up. It's not like he remembers, but A Square certainly does. When he wakes up- it's too late.

The third dimension never phased him, but what about something so intrinsic as your own body, flipped the wrong way? The world becoming upside-down, having to relearn to navigate the places you called home. And it's such obvious proof of the third dimension, but what if it's all in your head? No one can tell with your features being confined to a corner, you can only try to explain the distress you're going through, but if you try you'll certainly be deemed a madman.

We know his knowledge changed him, but what if it changed him physically? In a way he can never return from? He could've passed it off as the strangest dream, denied it's truth, lived the rest of his life at peace, but how do you disprove something so concrete? Would he think himself insane too, after a while?

Someone let me access a two-dimensional being i have a hypothesis that needs to be tested

[twinkpriest]

he/she kenny & she/her butters is real. like so real. i don’t know who needs to hear this but i’m telling you it now. and you better listen

[psychewritesbs]

well well well, if it isn’t me effectively not shutting up about Sukuna.

Reason #1 I love Sukuna: Instinct free from reason

this panel literally lives in my brain rent free 24/7 and I will use it and abuse it as I see fit

I got really depth psych nerdy under the cut if anyone cares or is inspired by him as a character like I am.

While Sukuna is an obvious "cautionary tale" to what happens when our ego is insatiable and our instincts are not bound by reason, there's something to be said about how neuroses ensue when our libido (instinctual nature) is thwarted by a belief system based on formative life experiences that don't allow for holding the tension of opposites (reason vs. instinct). 

Sukuna basically says "I'm ego and the suffering that comes from attachment doesn't scare me" because he's free to be who he is.

... that’s it. 

I’m not going to go into detail about how I came up with the label “instinct free from reason” because I already did it here.

Anyways, I had a really hard time figuring out how to word this because I didn’t know how to explain why Sukuna inspires me. It’s just that lately I’ve struggled a lot with my voice of reason.

I think it’s easy to say that our voice of reason gets in the way of “evil” deeds á la Sukuna, but that reduces Sukuna to a religious concept based on Judeo-Christianity, when Sukuna transcends the trope.

Rather, your voice of reason gets in the way of something as simple as speaking up. Take for example your desire to speak about something you care about, and that desire coming up against your reluctance in the shape of your voice of reason asking something along the lines of “what are people going to think? how will they react?” 

This interaction between your instinctual desire and your voice of reason is what shapes and limits the sense of self because your voice of reason’s job is to keep you safe. It is a dogmatic type of logic that is barren. Instinct, on the other hand, is an impetus for growth. So, as a thinking being, you are always negotiating between the two of them.

And this is totally why I want to be more like Sukuna. I need more instinct free from reason.

I could also use some more swagger but... that’s another reason I love Sukuna for another day.