thinking about how when you experience a lot of shame in your formative years (indirectly, directly, as abuse or just as an extant part of your environment) it becomes really difficult to be perceived by other people in general. the mere concept of someone watching me do anything, whether it's a totally normal activity or something unfamiliar of embarrassing, whether I'm working in an excel spreadsheet or being horny on main, it just makes my skin crawl and my brain turn to static because I cannot convince myself that it's okay to be seen and experienced. because to exist is to be ashamed and embarrassed of myself, whether I'm failing at something or not, because my instinctive reaction to anyone commenting on ANYTHING I'm doing is to crawl into a hole and die. it's such a bizarre and dehumanizing feeling to just not be able to exist without constantly thinking about how you are being Perceived. ceaseless watcher give me a god damn break.
for example: lots of keffiyah are being sold on amazon by chinese fast fashion companies
please buy keffiyah from palestinian sources
here is an example
here is another
if you can't for some reason, please consider the most ethical choice you possibly can, or just donating the money you would have spent on one to a gaza supporting organization instead
If I was Orpheus I wouldn't have looked back at Eurydice. I would have looked down at the ground to maximize the framerate, and then repeatedly run into Cerberus' second head to perform the Cerberus Skip and warp up to the entrance of Hades. I've done this five times and last time I did manage to shave three and a half seconds off my personal best thanks to favorable Cerberus cycle RNG. I honestly don't get why that dweeb Orpheus could not do this, or even a simple Sisyphus Glide
NYX, PERSONIFICATION OF NIGHT
“ …she could have made the Master’s life eternally more difficult, down here, if she so chose. Had every right to, perhaps, when her own daughters, the Fates, determined that the Master ought to govern where once she alone presided. But, Mother Night does not possess a mortal’s pridefulness; and her commitment to the Underworld and her children is absolute… ”