#mind vs body

[rosesareredandtheskyisthelimit]

flashback

the worst thing is when i am physically back in the past from one moment to the next and my mind tells me "that's not real" and my body shouts "i don't give a shit".

[ekko-419-modest]

I finally beat Cyberpunk 2077 last night and I have an immense craving for more dystopian synthwave in my life.

It took me a while to beat because I had to take a break with how much I lost myself to immersion. I love the first person storytelling aspect, little to no cinematic cutscenes, you're always right there, as V, making your legend known in Night City, not just watching. Definitely gonna have to replay at some point. Shit just resonates just right with me. My cravings for bittersweet storytelling need more.

I can't quite put my thoughts into words, but Cyberpunk 2077 has to be one of my top favorites now.

[justanotherbipolarmum]

Most days ...

[justanotherbipolarmum]

Mind Vs Body

My house is so untidy, my brain feels messy like my house. I can't think straight through this mess. Washing everywhere makes my brain feel so cluttered and fuzzy it's making me feel anxious. My brain wants me to clean so I can relax but my body says no there's not enough energy in you to do it.

[kittykatninja321]

My less popular opinion (and what I believe to be implied by the art in Lost Days) is that rather than waking up in a fully grown body Jason didn’t actually complete his puberty until after his Lazarus pit dip while he was on his murder tour. Imagine you’re tied up in a basement in Berlin getting interrogated by a teenager and his voice is cracking the entire time and if you laugh he’s going to shoot you

[musubiki]

danmarch 🐉💎

[double-a-bathory]

"yeah i've got the lives to spare."

but have you got the mind?

[enden-k]

his work motto prolly hhhhf (the "fuck amygdala, fuck azai" silently swings in his tone)

[dykedvonte]

I hate the stretch lines in the front of Curly's uniform because that means the devs rushed to make a model in like a month or so and thought "They gotta at least know he has huge knockers, gotta know he's got back pain." Cause like what is the thematic importance of his tits having overhang?

What responsibility is that representing? Breast reduction? It shows an inherent greed in his character due to the excess and heshouldletmeholdone and that he clearly is blinded cause if he tries to look down his damn ladder all he's seeing is his own cleavage.

[systemofmycelium]

Mumscarian or gempearl maybe?

TW: (*Implied) *Unconsensual Body Modification, Mushroom Horror, Mind Control, and Imprisonment. Viewer discretion is advised.

@scottsmajorshipbracket

"Mr. Jumbo."

The Mayor's voice was as silken as Jellie's fur as the man stroked his cat's pelt in a way reminiscent of a Disney supervillain, which would have been concerning if it weren't for the fact this was of-the-norm (Scar had a flair for theatrics), swivel chair faced away from Mumbo as he greeted him with a simple,

"Come in."

After Mumbo's own mayor campaign had fallen to shambles, he had made the wise decision to stay out of politics, but how could he resist joining in after XB had told him stories of the Mycelium Resistance’s grand vaults? A promise, which of course, fell through horrifically - when the Leader of Vaults had no more vaults left the lead, he felt it was only fair to enact rueful vengeance against the Resistance for their crimes against vaults by joining their arch-enemies, H.E.P. 

Really, all he’d done so far for the faction was build a Tunnel Borer, which — despite Scar praising him relentlessly for the machine’s ingeniousness — really wasn’t all that much. He'd hardly been wholly devoted to either faction, but when Scar had called him into his office, he felt it was his duty to oblige. Even if he was quite a distant member of the Hermitcraft Environmental Protection organization, he still was one, regardlessly! And he'd rather not get on the Mayor of the Shopping District's bad side. He still had hopes that ODEA could make a comeback.

"Reporting for duty, uh... Mister Mayor, sir!" That was how he was supposed to be referred to, right? Should Mumbo be calling him 'His Majesty' instead? No, certainly not, that defintely wasn't the correct terminology for a mayor. Though, Scar did have a throne, so... GAH, this was all quite confusing! This was why he stayed out of politics!

Scar laughed. It wasn't his usual laugh. It wasn't filled with as much buoyance, or airness, no, it was more stiff. Almost stifled.

"Oh, Mumbo..." Even through his catatonic tone, a whisp of fondness slipped into his tone, the hint of warmth a direct opposition to the spike of cold that crept up Mumbo's spine at his next words:

"I'm not the Mayor."

Scar spun around in his chair.

And Mumbo could see that it wasn't Scar at all.

Not anymore.

No, violaceous mycelium had spread across his face like a mold, the purple fungus having enveloped his features, toadstools growing out of his skin like an infection. His expression was as blank as a puppet's - and the voice that came out of his throat was not his own. It was hers. Scar was nothing but a voicebox.

"The Mayor has been quite a nuisance... He rid the land of its natural mycelium. And, so, it was only fair that his punishment for removing the mycelium from the it's home meant he would become it's new home."

Mumbo ran for the door. Locked. No, rather, a sticky mold had found it's way into the keyhole, jamming it from the inside. Trapping him inside.

"As for you? Well, you betrayed me. And for what...? A vault. Well, if you like vaults so much, dear, be my guest. You can spend the rest of your life in one."

Mumbo didn't even have time to scream before he heard the sound of a piston and saw the blocks vanish from underneath him. He gasped, scrabbling to cling onto the last block, feet dangling over the edge as his fingertips dug into the carpet's floor. Dug into his last semblance of freedom.

"Don't worry, darling," Scar's puppetered shell cupped Mumbo's face lovingly as he hung over the edge, other hand intertwining their fingertips together. The same fingertips that were the only thing keeping him from falling into whatever prison lay beneath his feet.

"I'll be sure to visit. I'd never let you rot."

A smile that was not Scar's own spread across his face. Mumbo felt his fingers slipping.

"I'd only let you decay."

And then... he fell.

[lovelytonys]

the best thing about iron man comics is that at some point every writer goes “we need to break all of tony stark’s bones” “he needs to get as close to death as we can get him” “we need to INJURE tony stark” like the tragedy and the high drama is so baked into the dna of this character that even writers who understand nothing about tony stark still understand this. it’s maybe the one consistent thing about iron man books through the years: that man’s body is going to be put through The Wringer. through Five Wringers

[angelnumber27]

I dont think some people understand how truly awful and hellish withdrawals from some psych medications are.

[winepresswrath]

I'm strapping on my clown shoes to say a thing I really appreciate about Rolin's interviews and the ways he talks about responsibility and accountability in the context of iwtv is that it feels, to me, focused on the idea that people who have been marginalized and pushed into corners are still people, making choices. and an essential part of personhood (and I would say with respect to Claudia and Armand in particular also adulthood) is the dignity of having the agency behind those choices respected and acknowledged. Including when those choices are harmful or selfish or shortsighted. and I think this is such a delicate area because it's so easy to cross the line into victim blaming and bootstraps but if they can stick the landing I will appreciate it so much.

[kittyprincessofcats]

When you're listening to the very first Bibi Blocksberg Hörspiel ever made ("Hexen gibt es doch" from 1980), and there's this exchange:

Narrator: "And only women can become witches. It's always been that way." Barbara Blocksberg: "And it's always going to stay that way, Boris." Boris Blocksberg: "But mom, if you magic me into a girl, then I could become a witch, right?" Barbara: "No Boris, then you'd only look like a girl. But your soul would be a boy, and you still couldn't do magic."

So here we have the very first Bibi Blocksberg episode ever, from 1980(!!!), explicitly making a difference between physical sex and "what gender your soul is", and clarifying that the latter is what matters for their "only women can do magic" rule.

WE STAN.

[codacheetah]

Homunculus

[shima-draws]

THEY DON’T EVEN REMEMBER??? Luffy be walking out of this with LONG lasting trauma of watching all his friends nearly die and the others are just like. Man that was a nice nap! Luffy what are you doing on the ground sprawled out like that? Meanwhile Luffy’s internally having a breakdown because holy fucking SHIT what the hell did he just have to go through,