#who are you really?

[thefandomlifechoseme]

I need to stop making a Pokémon AMV in my head and start finishing my fucking essay

[your-heart-is-a-treasure]

Just as physical life begins when our physical heart starts beating, our spiritual life begins when our spiritual heart starts beating.

[chichariann]

SWINGtember Prompt 1 - Intro!

Universe 525600's onesie wearing spiderman with the powers of a tarantula!

"Alright, let's do this one more time. I'm Charlie Robins, singer, actor, professional juggler, and a few months ago I got bit by a genetic altering venomous spider... GAVS. But really, they were tarantulas... there's a difference, I think.

Anyways, since I had regained consciousness after being turned into a ravaging monster, I'd spent the past month saving people from being bitten by these spiders, saved people being hunted, and tried to save those that had been turned... If I regained my humanity... I think they can too."

the introduction on the fic I made about Charlie.

[the-song-of-the-day]

April 1, 2024

Song #53

Who Are You, Really? by Mikky Ekko

It was released on June 20, 2010.

Fun Fact: The song questions the protagonist's identity and intentions, asking "Who are you really?" and "Where are you going?" The lyrics suggest that the protagonist may feel entitled to control and make decisions, but they are reminded that they are a stranger in this world. They express that they have nothing left to prove or lose, and bare their teeth as a show of strength. The song also references others who run from the fire, implying that the protagonist may be on the run or moving on from a previous relationship.

[mooblybloom]

The peak of my pain right now is figuring out that one of my favorite songs was on the soundtrack of teen Wolf

Fuck my life

[mcskullmun]

[frankensteincest]

the creature inherited songs and guilt from the brain it was given it is SO over for me

[curiousaquarius8]

Who are you in the world?

[getrope1]

You cant make this shit up

[roninkairi]

You can only reblog this today.*

*PLEASE READ THE TAGS

[stuckinapril]

i don't think people really understand what's happening in gaza. with each passing day that sees more and more palestinians dead, it's becoming easier and easier for those in the west to perceive them as nothing more than a statistic. they might engage w the occasional palestine post, sure, but it's just as easy to scroll right past that moments later w no real outrage for the genocide retained.

it's vital to stay reminded that palestinians who are with us today won't be with us tomorrow. it's happening every second of every minute of every hour, and it's relentless. somewhere in gaza a little girl is losing her mother, a little boy is watching his siblings bleed to death, elderly people are infirm with starvation and illness, palestinian women and girls are being sexually assaulted and kept in cages, fathers are leaving tents to find food for their families and not coming back. this is all happening right now, and it's a direct result of the west's complacency. it's a direct result of their not seeing arabs as people worth saving.

it might be hard to compute as a westerner, but this is real. don't let your privilege blind you to your humanity.

[your-heart-is-a-treasure]

LISTEN and SILENT are spelled with the same letters. Think about it.

[inkskinned]

because sometimes there are invisible tests and invisible rules and you're just supposed to ... know the rule. someone you thought of as a friend asks you for book recommendations, so you give her a list of like 30 books, each with a brief blurb and why you like it. later, you find out she screenshotted the list and send it out to a group chat with the note: what an absolute freak can you believe this. you saw the responses: emojis where people are rolling over laughing. too much and obsessive and actually kind of creepy in the comments. you thought you'd been doing the right thing. she'd asked, right? an invisible rule: this is what happens when you get too excited.

you aren't supposed to laugh at your own jokes, so you don't, but then you're too serious. you're not supposed to be too loud, but then people say you're too quiet. you aren't supposed to get passionate about things, but then you're shy, boring. you aren't supposed to talk too much, but then people are mad when you're not good at replying.

you fold yourself into a prettier paper crane. since you never know what is "selfish" and what is "charity," you give yourself over, fully. you'd rather be empty and over-generous - you'd rather eat your own boundaries than have even one person believe that you're mean. since you don't know what the thing is that will make them hate you, you simply scrub yourself clean of any form of roughness. if you are perfect and smiling and funny, they can love you. if you are always there for them and never admit what's happening and never mention your past and never make them uncomfortable - you can make up for it. you can earn it.

don't fuck up. they're all testing you, always. they're tolerating you. whatever secret club happened, over a summer somewhere - during some activity you didn't get to attend - everyone else just... figured it out. like they got some kind of award or examination that allowed them to know how-to-be-normal. how to fit. and for the rest of your life, you've been playing catch-up. you've been trying to prove that - haha! you get it! that the joke they're telling, the people they are, the manual they got- yeah, you've totally read it.

if you can just divide yourself in two - the lovable one, and the one that is you - you can do this. you can walk the line. they can laugh and accept you. if you are always-balanced, never burdensome, a delight to have in class, champagne and glittering and never gawky or florescent or god-forbid cringe: you can get away with it.

you stare at your therapist, whom you can make jokes with, and who laughs at your jokes, because you are so fucking good at people-pleasing. you smile at her, and she asks you how you're doing, and you automatically say i'm good, thanks, how are you? while the answer swims somewhere in your little lizard brain:

how long have you been doing this now? mastering the art of your body and mind like you're piloting a puppet. has it worked? what do you mean that all you feel is... just exhausted. pick yourself up, the tightrope has no net. after all, you're cheating, somehow, but nobody seems to know you actually flunked the test. it's working!

aren't you happy yet?

[theshadowrealmitself]

I like to think that Vulcans who come to understand that Humans just can’t try to process emotions the same way as them, it’s just healthiest to let it out in harmless ways, decide that venting and stuff should be taken just as seriously as Vulcan’s meditation time, and will encourage the Humans around them to complain about what’s upsetting them

People who are used to aloof Vulcans who avoid Humans at all cost running into one comforting a Human

“-and then they said my cheesecake was subpar, and they didn’t even bring a dish!!!”

“The purpose of this event was that every participant brings a food item of sorts, correct?”

“Yeah!!”

“And they did not follow this rule while insulting dishes that were brought?”

“Mostly just my dish but yeah >:(“

“How illogical”

“That’s what I’m saying!!!”

[disteal]

I hate gay people so much. I haven’t been able to hear an imagine dragons song on the radio or in a shop without my brain just IMMEDIATELY being flooded with ‘Okay im imagining his dragon’. People think i just rly hate imagine dragons with the way my face reacts but i don’t im literally fighting such a personal battle against saying something fruity abt mr dragons out of nowhere because the shit gay people say online is so funny