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[bingusbing]

DOCTOR WHO THEORY: The dummy in the trailer reminds me of Stooky Bill, a ventriloquist dummy. He was the first transmitted television video under the work of John Logie Baird.

[finely-tuned-line]

OOC:

to the very small amount of people that actually check this blog (its probably mostly just klug, hi klug!! youre v cool), there shall be no ftl log tonight! i dont have a reason, mostly just getting tired of writing those! ill think of an excuse later... i have Plans

anygays thats that o7

(sidenote: the comment abt no one checking this blog is NOT passive-aggressive or smth, its just a statement that may or may not be true. it just sounds silly, so i said ithdskf)

[confundida25]

I know the oscars are a joke but, Avatar 2 the way of water???? Best picture nominee???? Is this a prank???? Come on!!!!

[rosetyphooon]

apolosiges lack of posts schools back and im going back to like in person school and its unreal but UHMMM PLSSSSSSSS send some requests for me to draw n wtvr in my inbox bc im actually desperate but also got no ideas and jus plspslspslpsls (if i cant draw wtvr it is i'll probably just doodle ur pfp or smth IDKKKK) okay enoughr ambling :333

[kendylouwhoo]

Pain is enviable. Suffering is not. Suffering lies in the stories we tell ourselves. The meaning we assign to what's happened.

If we have been gaslite, which we all have been, then a funny thing can happen. We have known a truth and been told it's a lie. It can spin us out, until we cry. It can create more stories and lead us more astray. Someone tells us we are wrong and we take that energy on and suddenly we are wrong on and on and thats how we pay. Paying for the story someone else told us. Paying for the beliefs someone else told us about lust. Paying for the stories we think they told us when they really said something else. The price is high and gets higher as we go, until we fall to our knees, fall to the ground, fall down a pit, a well and we're about to drow. With nothing left to pay but sorrow and woe. But this is where it gets good because sorrow and woe pay for alot. So very alive, because once the story is more painful then accepting you might lose what you're so scared to lose, this is how you become free. Alive means we're connected to our pain. Not attached where we drag it around and show it off to anyone who will see. Not not hiding it well, under your knee. Is that why it hurts? Why yes it is. Not spinning the stories around as fast as they can go, to see whose attention sticks throwing it to and frow. Connected. I see you. I love you. I am listening. I thank you for your lesson. And watching as the coin stands on its edge pain to plesure, plesure to pain... Pain is a part of life. You can't run away. But suffering is different so they say. You don't have to believe them or even have faith. Try it on for size, I hope you may. Question your stories, see if they are lies. What if they don't even have to be lies but sometimes just not what you want to keep in perpetual motion. I keep repeating this pattern, why haven't I learned my lesson, get me out of this fucking ocean!? Or, I keep learning this pattern deeper and deeper, purging out the puss, because that is how I become free, and once full of freedom it taste and feels so good, I've learned it so well, because I've gone so deep Im perfect to show other people. Free from what? Free from the stories, the ones that keep us unstable, keep us hurt, keep us small, unloved and unloving, quiet or punch in the face loud, unable to see the beauty and magic all around, not fully tethered to the cosmos so we also can't fully touch the ground.

This is the last I will say. When your head tells a story, and you know that it may. Remember that you are the author. The story you believe the most, tell the most often, this is the story that will have the most profit. Who are you paying? The suffering of running away? Or the pleasure of leaning in. Lean into the pain, into the sorrow, anger isn't ment to hurt you, it's ment to burn down the things inside you that don't want to come back tomorrow. Suffering is your story. It's not the fact of what happened, it's what did this mean to you. I'm so hurt. Is your hurt everyone else's fault, God's or whome it may be, or were you planted into the ground to grow and flower, is your hurt actually a seed? Can your pain also be your pleasure or is your pain how you suffer? Are you addicted to the stress chemicals and hurt can't get enoughr. It's you who gets to chose, by choosing again and again and again until you chose your own allegory.

Fo Real this time. This is the last thing I will say... the video games and TV stories that keep you distracted... life is way more fun and way more attractive, once stop hiding and free yourself from suffering, you write whatever story you want, so the real question is, how do you want to play?

[transfem-noah-xc3]

i've been using tumblr enoughr to know people will forget about it in like a week

[mypralaya]

divinamour​:

Oh, yes. The earth-shattering release that is being known. Without reservation, pretense, humility or exaggeration. To simply BE was not an easy thing, not at first. Ana'Hira understood the difficulty inherent in making such a transition, and- Oh, no matter how often she dealt such a release unto others, the moments before acceptance were always the hardest.

Pressing herself on the other, even to give her affection, a quiet love, or a soothing whisper would have been… asking too much. She knew what this woman needed, of course she did, but she could not force relief upon her. Or, more accurately, she would not. So she simply had to endure. Had to feel her own heart aching, bleeding and yearning, in sympathetic synchronicity with Haven until. Until-

Fingers flex, slightly, with contact. Ana'Hira rose to full height then, her grip on Haven’s hand never changing. She didn’t need to lean on Haven to rise, didn’t want her for her strength or her form, just her acceptance.

“Fear is understandable, beloved. The lacerations in your shadow run deep to your core. You’ve been so strong in holding yourself up in spite of them, I would never ask you to trust blindly the promise of one outside your sphere again. I know what I have offered strains credulity… and I know that were I to simply tell you to ‘trust me’ I’d lose you forever.”

Her eyes close. There is an often imperceptible thrum of energy through her being. Her eyes open, and where once rings of concentric purple watched sadly now the infinite universe held residence.

“With your permission, I would show you something. It is something my people created millennia ago, an artifact of immeasurable ability that our scientists named a 'Cosmic Cube’. I would show you what this Cube is capable of, and how it can bring you the peace I’ve offered.”

In many ways, Ana’Hira was acting as Haven herself would have. Thinking of what Haven needed, thinking from her perspective, not moving too fast, not presuming, never ever forcing. It might hurt Ana’Hira to do so but it was Haven she was thinking of first. She was doing for Haven what Haven had done for so many others, and did Haven know it? Did Haven have even an inkling of how Ana’Hira was suffering in her restraint now? Did she recognize this struggle like someone glimpsing a mirror image of themselves? Perhaps. To some degree or another. But Haven’s gratitude, her mind, her thoughts, were all focused now on something both more selfish and more selfless---the offer that the goddess made. The prospect to take it all back. To not merely heal the wound she’d made on the world but erase it entirely. And Ana’Hira’s gentle, empathetic understanding only made her want it more, because it relaxed her hesitations, weakened her defenses. Just a little, yes. . .but just enoughr for her to say. . . “Yes,” Haven met those cosmic eyes with her own, staring into the universe itself in those star-dotted ebony orbs, and finding. . .it did love her back. Her hand tightened in appreciation and desperation and hope hope hope, “Show me. Please. I. . .I want to know. I want to see.” And the choirs in her head warred with each other over her words.

Haven wasn’t one who liked being knelt before. Even when she was the leader of the Mahapralaya cult, prophesizing the Golden Age that was to come if only The Voice Within was obeyed----what awful memories those now were with her present knowledge---she had not had her followers kneel. Because she did not see them as followers. Like Val Cooper. She had lifted her to her feet by the hand, telling her she welcomed her not as a follower but a friend. That was how it should be, she had believed. All of them working together for a better world, no one more important than any other---not even she, who had housed the divine Voice in her womb.  Divine.  What a perverse lie that had been. She did not feel that the beauteous green goddess before her was lying. She felt the overwhelming sincerity of the goddess’s love. crushing all around her like pressure at the bottom of the ocean. Overwhelming, all-encompassing. This was what divine love should be.  But she had felt all that same sincerity from the Adversary. She could not trust her own sense of such things anymore. It was not that she didn’t trust Ana’Hira---she did not trust HERSELF. Her heart was breaking just from Ana’Hira’s offer, not just from how badly she wanted it, but from hearing someone simply know and understand without her ever having to reveal it herself, for someone to give her comfort with full comprehension of what had been done without her ever having to undergo the pain of telling them. And more than that----more than her own pain. . .a chance to undo what had been done? To save others from herself? The innocents whose lives she had destroyed? Could that possibly be undone? Oh, she wanted so badly to crumple into the goddess’s arms. She wanted so badly to just let herself fall downwards to the kneeling woman and let herself be the one to be loved and held and everything else she always was to others. She trembled with it, barely holding herself upright.  And her voice trembled too, as she gently put her hand in Ana’Hira’s, but what she said was, “I am . . .afraid. You offer me more than anyone ever has---the understanding of my sins, the full knowledge of them, and the chance to take them back. And yet because of that, I must be afraid. I must fear this is the same trap twice over. I cannot give in. And yet--- I cannot walk away, lest I be haunted for all eternity with the thought that countless could have been saved from me. Please, I mean no disrespect to you, as both a god and a person who may well be showing me kindness on a godly scale, but I must ask---what is my guarantee this god is sincere?”

[sotiriabellou]

i want to fill my room with posters and the like but idk how to print posters and theres not way im buying from the internet theyre so expensive

[blessedarethequeer]

there are certainly a lot of life-giving things about being a catholic educator but to be honest to get to those things you often have to put up with a lot of institutional soul-sucking bullshit and it sucks

[polyphonial-old]

is having half a gb of dozens of files all called 'encrypted file' on your icloud normal

[venusflwers]

someone wake me up at 4 am </3

[oopsfgooog-blog]

Вторая половинка есть у мозга, жопы и таблетки. А я изначально целая (Фаина Раневская)

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[defjam77]

People never get a real glimpse at me. They always see the rough edges, the stress, but never into the soul. If your heart is pure and you always have good intentions but been through some bad times and got through those situations that prepare you and make you stronger in the future. Best believe im built like that! Gracious heart with a sharp mind. #enoughranting #love #makingitcount #public #instagood #Instagram #makingitcount #mic #micmafia #mic #yourthoughts #inspiration #dreambig #hopeforthebest #dontforgetabouttheworse #staysmart https://www.instagram.com/p/CC2kGj7hstQ/?igshid=1mtnecyli7adx

[finnified]

(SHAKES YOUR SHOULDERS) FISH IM GOING RABID NOBODY IS TELLING ME WHATS HAPPENING 

Wil died on the smp again

I ….. WHAT . HOW. AGAIN ? HOW ???????????? WHAT ????????????????

[somethingofall]

Hello to all my followers, 👋💞 I'm so sorry for not posting in the last couple of months. 😢 I got a little bit musically bored, 😴🎶🎵 but not to our beloved Duran Duran. 😊🎵🎶 I've been and I'm still struggling with my very old Samsung Galaxy Ace 4 Neo smartphone 📱😤👎 that I have since 2015, which runs on the 4.4.4 (KitKat) Android version. It's a real nightmare, when I want to comment on posts or even when I write captions for my posts the keyword just doesn't appear. I have to write my captions in the notes app of my phone copy it and paste it, I even tried to use other keywords apps but it just the same. I can't really post IG stories, the app keeps crashing and throws me out. 😣😤😡 I don't have money to buy me a new phone or even a midrange phone. 😕 So that's why I'm not posting so much, because it's frustrating me very much, but I'll try to post more regular. ☺ So that's it, do you too struggle with an old phone? 📱 #Struggling #NeedANewPhone #EnoughRanting https://www.instagram.com/p/B0FK0A-pnKB/?igshid=2fywrcinav4l