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tanglepelt · 1 year
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Sometimes you just want to draw young Danny and cujo 🤷‍♀️
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jubileepizza · 1 month
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On my miracle day propaganda again because who else is imagining what would happen if nobody could die and exploring the subsequent global fallout in a way which is both chilling to the core but also so incredibly believable. Antibiotic resistance, disease spread, food shortages, living in a body which has been exploded into pieces. New meanings of life and death under these conditions. What do we owe the dead? What, if anything, do the dead owe the living?
Covid demonstrated the rampant ableism easily deployed and excused in society already - and miracle day explores this to a horrific (and horrifically believable!) extreme. How quick are we to alienate people into new categories of outcasts - and what about when those people are your family, friends, neighbours? How far from reality is the return of concentration camps, and how willing would the general modern population be to turn a blind eye?
Yeah it’s got too many Americans and sunny beaches but it frustrates me how many people point blank refuse to watch it. If it was a standalone series completely separate from torchwood I’m convinced it would have had a much better reception.
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scrimple · 2 months
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I can regulate my emotions just fine as long as I can cut myself :3
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dipyronegirl · 4 months
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thinking (and rewatching..) inside job again and i dont think rand is that bad of a father? i mean, he made a lot of mistakes and he doesn’t even feel bad ab it, even tho he traumatized reagan and a lot, but he was never absent. he acts like he cared ab reagan’s career just bc it could help his career, but that’s not true. he pushes her to be the best all the time and it’s bad, but he genuinely cares ab her so much. and the whole ‘creating crises to force her to hang out w him’ thing is fucked up, but it’s cute that he just wants to hang out w her that bad. most fathers literally don’t care enough ab their kids to do any of that. most fathers don’t even know their kids as much as he knows her. maybe my standards are just insanely low, probably, but he’s a better parent than 90% of the parents i know
#not just fathers. my standards aren’t lower for fathers than they are for mothers yk. they’re both low#he’s a better parent than my mom#he raised her being completely emotionally neglecting and putting so much pressure on her to be the genius she is#but i mean#my mom was just as emotionally neglecting as he was. i like telling the story ab how she had me stitch up my own wound when i was 8#and always mocked me for being ‘weak’. exactly like toxic masculinity except that we’re both girls. i couldn’t have feelings yk#rand isn’t as toxic as her when it comes to that. he neglects her feelings and even mocks them too but she still seemed allowed to Have them#if my mom thought i was being ‘weak’ she would scream at me ab how much she wished i had never been born. he doesn’t do that!!!!#like when she didn’t wanna skip 4th grade. if that were me my mom would have made me feel so guilty for being born#like i had to skip grades and actively pretend (i’m talking real acting here) to not be upset or she’d go on her rants#ab how life is difficult and depressing for everyone and i gotta swallow it and like it cause she sacrificed her happiness and health for me#cause my being born made her life so hard etc etc#i don’t think rand make reagan feel like her continuing existence kept him from being happy or healthy#my mom started blaming her diabetes on me when i was 10.#like im not fucking kidding#cause my expensive private school (that she forced me to go to all my life cause it was semi boarding so i had someplace to stay all day and#so she didn’t need to leave me home alone) made her work too much which made her stressed which made her eat more so being diabetic was a#sacrifice she made for my future#that’s just how it was#inside job#text
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fridaycore · 5 months
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babygirl i can become kind of addicted to otome games you don’t even know exist
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birdblorbo · 1 year
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Modern day stenbrough would absolutely be that one couple that sits together with an arm around the other, staring at their phone. Mostly Bill doing it to Stan, but there are special circumstances where it gets reversed (mainly when Bill is texting Georgie)
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kogo-dogo · 5 months
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I am so glad I’m in my thirties because there’s so many trivial little things that haunted me in my early/mid twenties that I’m now consciously realizing don’t bother me nearly as bad.
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mary-magpie · 2 years
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i just want to remind you that all of the foxes are only children (including twinyards bc they only met each other when they were 15) which kind of explains a lot about them as characters. the only exception is andrew who probably had foster siblings and other children at orphanages which also explains his relationship with aaron
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lesbianlenas · 9 months
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the thing is that i HATE orientation stuff so much like i hate having to do little activities i hate having to talk to random ppl around me i hate having to pretend like i care abt the school as some sort of identity like i do not care i am just here bc i want an education……& like fr and honestly i hate heterosexual ppl so much like i really do and i’m always surrounded by heterosexuals at these types of things and they never want to talk to me & i never want to talk to them so i just feel incredibly uncomfortable the whole time. like this happened to me in both high school & college and it will inevitably happen again. i am not made for this world on god……….
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scarletwitch1918 · 11 months
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Today was the second birthday this year of a friend that I thought I was really close with that i didn’t get invited to
#birthday#fake friends#friend group#I’ve literally counseled this girl through half her shit this year and then she doesn’t even invite me to her birthday that she invited#people she barely talks to too and then after that she turns around and hangs out with my fucking brother of all people#I can’t wait for a new school next year so I can finally get away from the people who stopped appreciating me a long time ago#I know it sounds kinda selfish but I truly have not done anything (in the last 4 years) to ever hurt or fully disregard them and I really#don’t know what happened#one week we were waking to and from school together everyday and now I feel like I’ve been rejected from our walking group and I’m literally#uncomfortable walking with them in the mornings because they just fully ignore me the entire time#this isn’t even about just the one friend anymore#this is also happening with someone else who was supposed to be my best friend and now she barely talks to me anymore#and like I can accept that we’re not bffs anymore cause it happened a year or two ago so I’ve moved passed it#but she just pretends I don’t exist anymore#we have like three classes together and on snap she got an send it that’s said like tag your fav people on each class#and when I tell you i was in the room with her when she posted I and she didn’t even mention me#istfg#im gonna stop now because this is getting extremely ranty but I can’t really talk to anyone about this irl so this is just my vent space now
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cuteniaarts · 8 days
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Fanny, my sweet, beautiful girl
17.11.2012 – 14.04.2019
#my art#artists on tumblr#I cannot accept that it has been 5 years already#I know covid messed with everyone’s sense of time but it simultaneously feels so much longer and so much shorter than that#exactly five years ago I was holding onto my mom for dear life and sobbing as we watched lilo and stitch together#not the best movie to watch when you’ve just lost your first ever pet you know#and then I cried myself to sleep at the next morning we never mentioned her again#I know it’s because it was way too painful for everyone involved. but I do wish I was allowed to process that grief properly#instead of bottling it up and pretending everything was okay until I was reminded of her#feeling like my heart was being shattered over and over again every single time#well anyway. enough of that. I’ve allowed myself a nice long cry today and got most of it out of my system#and once I was feeling okay I decided to draw her#and I can count the number of times I’ve drawn animals on one hand so.. I’m not too sure about the result#but it felt like to commemorate her in some way.#so yeah. here she is. my dear girl. the best dog in existence. she was always so affectionate and kind#which I didn’t always appreciate bc of how young I was. when you’re a kid it feels like pets will live forever#never barked. never bit anyone. her only crime was chewing on my mlp and lps toys that I left out on the floor#but I’m grateful she did that. it taught me not to leave my toys lying around and to clean up after myself#she really was taken from me way too soon. ideally she could still be alive right now. but I’ve been down the road of guilt and regret#there was nothing I could do. I was a child. I can only hope that she knew she was loved right until the very end#even if I didn’t know how to show it properly. and great. now I’m tearing up again#I suppose it’s unavoidable. April 12th will always be a melancholy day. and maybe that’s not such a bad thing#it’s good to have a day when I can freely remember her and cry if I need to. it’s healthy. it’s better than crying every day#she never liked it much when I cried. always tried to comfort me. that’s the kind of dog she was. I miss her so much#when I move apartments and get a dog of my own I’m getting a spaniel. just like she was#well. maybe a different colour so I don’t end up sobbing every time I look at it. but spaniels really are the perfect breed#I mean. cavaliers especially were bred for love and warmth. that’s just what I need. it will be nice to have someone waiting for me at home#and while I don’t necessarily believe in the afterlife… I do hope that Fanny’s watching over me#spiritually comforting me when I feel all alone in the world. it’s a nice thought for sure#and hopefully she won’t mind me getting another spaniel too much. it will be done in her honour after all. to make up for my past mistakes
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sugarcoated-lame · 9 months
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Absolutely mortified right now bc a friend of a friend ordered her birthday cake from me and I somehow read her message about what kind of cake she wanted wrong and made the wrong flavor (she asked for a vanilla cake with chocolate frosting and I accidentally did the opposite), and didn’t realize it until right before she was coming to pick it up today hahaaaa 😭
She said it was okay and didn’t seem upset at all, but my anxiety-riddled brain is telling me she hates me and is never going to order from me again lmfao 🥲
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mossflower · 8 months
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they weren’t kidding that the homestuck epilogues can um. well. yeah. not a lot i can say to that really
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mars-and-the-theoi · 11 months
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Day 2 of Deity Devotion Challenge: ⚡️Zeus⚡️
Question: Who reached out to who? When did you first make contact with your deity? Now this is a fun, and mildly lengthy, story. So. Here’s goes it; so to kind of put things in perspective first I’d already been a helpol for a few years by this point but at the time but at the time the only deity I had (and was) worshiping was Apollon. Anyways. It started out with dreams. For like a month straight I would have dreams with Him in them. At first I didn’t know who it was but then one day I woke up and just…knew. If that makes sense. But I thought it was some strange fluke or that I was reading too much into it so I brushed it off. But the dreams with Him persisted (Hera was even in a few of them!).
And even once I kind of realized what was going on I still didn’t make any moves. Because, hey, I will happily admit that I once held the stereotypical view of Him. Like I didn’t always view Him as I do now, and all that. Like that all came with time and as I did proper research and actually got to know Him. So, yeah, part of me was scared and I know some people are also not so kind to those who do worship him, work with him, whatever. And I didn’t want to be bullied or harassed or seen as a bad person or something. So I just continued brushing the dreams off.
Anyways, while the dreams did continue (though it was no longer a nightly occurrence) more things that I knew to be signs and symbols of Zeus started popping up in my life rather unexpectedly. But I’ll list the three most notable things (aka- the things that finally got me to worship Him). The first being the eagle that hopped up in my path as I was walking home from school one day. It was winter time so it was odd for there to be an eagle just…chilling in front of me. And it didn’t appear injured and it had settled in front of me and flew off no problem after a bit and I just kinda thought the whole thing odd because while eagle nests weren’t uncommon in my area it was still too early for them to be nesting and all that.
The second thing was my sudden excitement surrounding storms. I used to be absolutely petrified of storms (don’t know why, I haven’t had any bad experiences that I remember). But suddenly I was looking forward to spring and the storms and I was watching storm chasing videos and things like that.
And the last thing was a dream I had with Hera. More specifically the conversation I had with Her in that dream and she just put a lot of my fears surrounding Zeus to rest and was basically the last little push I’d needed.
And well, now I’ve been worshiping him for the past three years and it’s been wonderful. And Hera was just…so right in that dream. He’s been nothing short of wonderful and gracious and fatherly and generous and forgiving. I’ve certainly hit some rough patches over the past 3 years but He has always stayed right there for me and I’ve always known that I can always turn to him whenever I need to. He’s just so lovely. I can’t stress it enough.
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