#it just keep echoing in my head

[babygirl-but-a-boy]

An Oresteia, Robert Icke // Tales of the Teen Titans annual #3 (1984) // wikipedia page on Tara Markov // George Perez interview 2003 // The Judgement, Franz Kafka // NTT Annual #2 (1983) // The Woman Dies, Aoko Matsuda // The Material Girl: Terra in the 1980s, LC Douglass // Team Titans #1 (Sept. 1992)

Tara Markov as a tragic character

[akai-anna]

@livmadart voice: he's like a bug

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[hero-of-the-wolf]

listen hear me out—

what if eow takes place after the original loz?

[thebibliosphere]

Grief is a weird, visceral creature without shape or form, yet somehow carves itself out in the exact dimensions and depth of your heart.

It’s muted and loud, empty but all-consuming. A scream that builds in your chest but slips free from your throat in a hiccup. A tiny sliver of ice that drops into your soul like a two-ton weight of anger and despair. And the howling, sobbing bargaining with the universe that if you wake up tomorrow in a different reality where there isn’t a hole in the world where someone you love is supposed to be, you’ll be good. You’ll do better. You’ll let them know they were enough. That they were loved. You’d tell them that while the stars shine just as bright as before, the world is a little less brilliant without them.

And while time supposedly heals all wounds, were the universe to answer back, “I’ll take your pain, and all it will cost is the memory of their smile and the warmth of their arms,” you’d ask instead to stop the clock. Because the price is too high, and such love isn’t worth giving up.

Hug your loved ones. Please.

[shadystranger]

man searching for redemption and trying to rightfully atone for his sins gets forgiveness by the man he puts over god and shocker he stops feeling remorse and starts transgressing more and more.

the same way dean was sam's reality sam anchored himself gradually as dean's inner-conscience and through sam evaluating dean's actions in place of everyone surrounding and god/logic dean went on relying that sam'll forgive him and stay bc that's what he is sure of later szns (and sam emphasizing his unwillingness to walk out on dean) so this sense of security and convenience coined with the constant enabling at arm's length. that feedback loop ensures dean and sam to never change and always going in circles it's immaculate

[robotsandramblings]

i agree Echo should get the handprint back on his armor

but what if... what if.........hear me out?...........

he doesn't get Rex's handprint, but Omega's

whaddya think TBB fam? 😏👉👈 (explanation in my tags)

[dandyshucks]

coming on here just to teehee over an encounter today bc im too embarrassed to on my main account DBFJDKL but ... I'll call this guy Jay, he's a very chill nice guy and he goes to the centre that i go to (mental health activity centre lol) and i think he's in his late 30s? last week he had a pair of pants that he bought but didn't fit him and he couldn't return them bc it was from a store out of town that the centre had gone to on a day trip, so he offered to give them to me maybe bc they might fit me. and i took them and they're SUCH nice pants, i unfortunately dont have any money to give him and feel a little bad abt that but he didnt ask for any so fhdksl nice new pants for me i guess

anyways so today I was walking to the centre from the hospital and saw him walking too, so i joined him and we chatted a little as we walked, and i was wearing the pants today and he asked if they fit well and i was like yeah! and he asked if i needed to use a belt or anything on them, and i was like oh haha yeah im wearing one, and he goes "yeah cuz you're so small, huh?" and i said "yeahhh i have to use a belt on most pants i own haha" bc i didnt want him like. thinking the pants didnt fit or smth. and then he goes "aw thats really cute" before moving onto another topic AND I'M... FLUSTERED AT THAT POINT. idk if that was flirting or if I'm just insane but SBDHFJDKSL.... 🧍

[spocks-kaathyra]

when the weed starts tasting like the realization that I'm still deeply lonely and I'll never be loved how I need and it's selfish of me to even want it

[convexcave]

gonna inflict my mommy issues on my classmates next monday lol

[vaugarde]

team rocket went from being a nice simple way of extending episodes to a 22 minute runtime to characters that just unnecessarily bloat and derail the episode as of xy tbh

[6qubed]

like some'a y'all are no less racist, sexist, nor hidebound than the average conservative, you just have different targets

swear to god y'all should hear how you talk

the whole guilt-tripping language in posts about important topics paired with how I'm still getting bitches in my notes talking about why it's actually good to tell "bad" people to kill themselves continues to prove to me that a lot of people have absolutely no concept of social justice or activism outside of assuming the worst of and then viciously attacking strangers on the internet

[foldingfittedsheets]

Something that literally changed my life was working with a friend on a coding thing. He was helping me create an auto rig script and was trying to explain something to me but his words were just turning into static in my brain. I was tired and confused and there was so many new concepts happening.

I could feel myself working toward a crying meltdown and was getting preemptively ashamed of what was about to happen when he said, “Hey, are you someone who benefits from breaks?”

It broke me.

Did I benefit from breaks? I didn’t know. I’d never taken them.

When a problem frustrated or upset me I just gritted my teeth and plowed through the emotional distress because eventually if you batter and flail at something long enough you figure it out. So what if you get bruised on the way.

I viscerally remembered in that moment being forced to sit at the table late into the night with my dad screaming at me, trying to understand math. I remembered taking that with me into adulthood and having breakdowns every week trying to understand coding. I could have taken a break? Would it help? I didn’t know! I’d never taken one!

“Yes,” I told him. We paused our call. I ate lunch. I focused on other stuff for half an hour. I came back in a significantly better state of mind, and the thing he’d been trying to explain had been gently cooking in the back of my head and seemed easier to understand.

Now when I find myself gritting my teeth at problems I can hear his gentle voice asking if I benefit from breaks. Yes, dear god, yes why did I never get taught breaks? Why was the only way I knew to keep suffering until something worked?

I was relating to this same friend recently my roadtrip to the redwoods with my wife. “We stopped every hour or so to get out and stretch our legs and switch drivers. It was really nice. When I was a kid we’d just drive twelve hours straight and not stop for anything, just gas. We’d eat in the car and power through.”

He gave a wry smile, immediately connecting the mindset of my parents on a road trip to what they’d instilled in me about brute forcing through discomfort. “Do you benefit from breaks?” he echoed, drawing my attention to it, making me smile with the same sad acknowledgement.

Take breaks. You’re allowed. You don’t have to slam into problems over and over and over, let yourself rest. It will get easier. Take. Breaks.

[fishing-for-blood]

I've started getting an influx of asks for Palestinian gofundmes. I will be confirming all of the verifications before I post them, meaning everything I'll post is legit. I'll be tagging the '#verified gofundme'

[fumiliar]

self-restraint is one thing kento prides on. he is a good man, or at least he tries to be. his eyes landed on your flailing figure, pinching his nose bridge to prepare himself. you, gojo, kento and shoko went out for drinks to celebrate the fact you 4 were still alive.

your mind was blank, you had no self-control, it was like the shame centre in your brain got turned off.

"oh my god!" you squealed in excitement. "my favourite song!" you stumbled off your bar stool, going to stand up on the table, gojo supporting your brave act.

kento acted quick. right when your foot landed on the table, you were pulled back by an immeasurable amount of strength, your back landing on someone's muscular chest.

"how drunk are you?" a gruff voice spoke right beside your ear, sending shivers through your whole body. your senses were already heightened, but at this moment, you could feel everything. you could hear the fastening rhythm of your heart, along with the steady rhythm of another's.

"earth to y/n~," satoru's singsong voice echoed through your empty head.

"yea, sorry," you shook your head, turning around to see kento's disapproving look. his hand keeping a deathly grip on your wrist, ensuring you were always close to him, in case you'd do something embarrassing, or at least that's what he tells himself.

"y/n, i'll bring you ho-"

"don'tt, you're such a party pooper nanamin! we were just getting started," the blue eyed man whined, he looked like he was about to start a tantrum.

"yeah, let's just wrap it up, i wanna go home," shoko agreed with kento, getting ready to leave. "i'll leave y/n to you, gojo, come." satoru following shoko like a sad puppy.

"let's go home," kento used his free hand to pack up your stuff, double checking if you took anything out of your purse.

"you're so hot when you take care of me," you freely complimented kento, his ears slowly turning beet red.

"i like you kento, you know that right?" you kept talking, kento's face slowly turning a darker shade of red. "why are you so red? are you having a fever?" you used your free hand to feel his forehead, even in your drunken state, you still worried about his health.

"no...y/n. i'm fine," he put your bag on your shoulder as he led you out of the establishment.

"ow....my feet hurt ken," you pouted looking down at your heels.

restrain yourself kento. restrain. was the only thing he could think off as he looked back at you. he didn't want to take advantage of your drunken self. he knelt down as he took of your heels, you bracing yourself on his back. he slowly took your hand of his back, putting down your heels on the ground to take off his blazer.

"up," his back facing you as he knelt down. you weren't going to waste a chance getting piggy backed. instantly, your arms slid around his neck as your legs trapped his torso. kento stood up, picking up your heels and adjusting his hold on you.

"comfy?" you nodded against his neck. "take this, and wrap it around your waist," he handed you his blazer. you instantly listened, wrapping the blazer around your waist, making sure you don't flash anyone along your way home.

"ken, you're so good to me," you mumbled, nibbling on his neck, eliciting a groan out of the man.

"you're such a tease," kento chuckled, smiling to himself at his current predicament.

"we're not even dating....hft," you sighed. kento let out a hearty laugh at your dissatisfaction.

"why do you want us to date?" kento asked making you even more disappointed.

"what woman doesn't want stability!" this time you were annoyed. you straightening your back, not leaning on kento's anymore. kento was still joyful, instead of responding to your annoyance, he loosened his grip on your legs, your instincts kicked in, quickly wrapping your hands around his neck once more to ensure your safety.

"were you about to drop me??" panic was evident in your tone, but kento was still amused. "answer me!" your hand hitting on his chest.

"y/n," kento sternly called out your name, abruptly stopping your abuse on his chest. "we're married love, isn't that the epitome of stability? why would i regress our relationship to just boyfriend and girlfriend?"

"huh?..." you were confused for a second, quickly looking at your hand. and there it was, glistening in the moonlight, your wedding ring. "oh.."

kento couldn't help but tease your drunken self, his self-restraint always wavering when it came to you. the prim and proper man turning playful in your presence, he just couldn't help it. he continued his walk home, occasionally giggling at your forgetful nature.

"i hope you don't forget this moment," kento muttered under his breath, knowing full well you would have no memory of this event, only a pounding headache to remind you of yesterday's events.

[phagodyke]

iwtv is rly getting to me 😭 I feel sooo bad for claudia no one tell me anything bc idk the book lore + I dont want spoilers but istg she's gonna kill herself in that theatre fire...

[fettery-fetterie]

Thinking unwise tonight this time with the spear and shield dilemma but like. Ough

Pov you're the spear: (a down view of the representation of the shield holder, the view makes them look like a goddess [I know deity is like. There but goddess is the best way to put it])

Pov you're the shield: (top view of the representation of the spear holder, on the ground absolutely flustered and all over the place like got damn boy you're down bad!!!!!!!!!!)

And then like

Pov you're the spear: (top view of the representation of the shield taking the spear down their throat; softly, weakly staring at the spear, smiling]

Pov you're the shield: (down view of the representation of the spear, holding the spear; crying, visible marks of anger and profound sadness through their entire face)

C- c- can a gamer relate?!