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i consider myself an expert in the field
doctor who meme | nine scenes [3/9]
ā³ āYouāve been in that skin suit too long. Youāve forgotten. There used to be a real Margaret Blaine. You killed her and stripped her and used the skin. Youāre pleading for mercy out of a dead womanās lips.ā
#anyways eccleston is such an underrated doctor#his acting in this scene alone should won him at least 10 emmyās or whatever#i havenāt rewatched his season for more then 5 years now#but i still remember to this day his voice when he said ācause they beggedā#it gave me so much shiversĀ (via @julibernardo)
"Epidermis" by Sophie Harris-Taylor
Normality is defined by the images we see all around us, we are led to believe all women have idealised, flawless skin - they donāt. Whether unshown or simply disguised, many women have conditions such as acne, rosacea and eczema and many of these women feel a pressure to hide behind a mask of makeup, covering up what actually makes them unique.
why did no one tell me i can get 20 pounds of pasta for like $10-15 this feels like cheating at groceries
basically webstaurantstore has a toooon of cheap kitchen staples (and they note on the web page if an item is kosher!); definitely using this in the future
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another thing i found on pinterest (probably 2010)
āwe call shipsĀ āshe.ā we call our war machinesĀ āwomen.ā we compare women to black widows and vipers. and youre going to tell me its notĀ āladylikeā to do the wormā
CoronaraeĀ as Dave Strider with a Jade Harley
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WOW I WAS LAUGHING SO HARD IN ALL OF THESE
I STILL WISH I WERE BUFF ENOUGH TO LIFT BEAU
good times, good times~~~
Destroy false idols
āIn the West, you find the idea that only humans have language. I never believed that. We know bacteria sing to each other, that even subatomic particles are self-aware and communicate and tangle with one another. So, for me, the universe is itself language; everything is speaking to everything else, in particular chemical, sonic, and territorial languages. There are sorts we canāt even imagine, yet together they form part of what we as humans can sense and perceive. We can talk about things as if we know what we are talking about. Thatās the most fascinating thing in the world because in truth we donāt know much at all. What we donāt know composes 99.9 percent of the real. That possibility of sensing what we cannot name makes language what it isāa reaching for what cannot be said.ā
ā Cecilia VicuƱa, from an interview in BOMB Magazine (via tasavvur)
Trigger warning: Breakfast by Anonymous
Iād like to see the town from Silent Hill deal with a protagonist who has realistic trauma responses. Yeah, theyāve been through some fucked up shit, but their triggers arenāt deeply symbolic, theyāre just random things that happened to be present when the fucked up shit occurred. Like, they suffered a life-altering injury and were stuck on a strict liquid diet during recover, and now theyāre triggered by a specific brand of fruit-flavoured ice pops. They get PTSD flashbacks when they hear the hook from āDespacitoā because it was playing in the background when shit went down. Letās see you maintain that brooding Gothic atmosphere when the avatar of your wrath is Captain Crunch.
Okay as a horror writer enthusiast this challenge intrigues me.
I feel like it probably would be more subtle for the most part? But itās just⦠it keeps coming back. It keeps bugging you. Itās ever so slightly- increasingly- too present, too prolonged, to be a normal exposure. You are not personally being attacked by Captain Crunch but the townās malarkey forcing you place to place requires you to dig around the grocery store and why is there, so much cereal.
Because isnāt the experience of being distressed or overwhelmed by something ācommonā, āstupidā, āordinaryā, ānobodyās scared of thatā this odd sense of malevolence from your perfectly ordinary world? Iām not a person with a trauma trigger, but I am autistic, and I will tell you, until you have some processing issues and a sensitivity to loud background noise it really does not hit you just how many places constantly have tv going. While youāre trying to do something else. I think you could make pretty good horror when something innocuous, because of fear, already feels intrusively over-present and then it just starts increasing in your life, first in ways you sort of doubt to yourself, have justifications for, itās just a cereal aisle, this key just happened to be in the cereal aisle and I had to dig in a cereal box to get it- and then something just happens to fall out of the ceiling to block your path and you have to go the long way out of the cereal aisle and- is it messing with you? is it out to get you? Are you, in fact, being stalked by Captain Crunch?
And there is never a point where they are actual cereal monsters. Thereās not a point where it pushes too far. Youāre always dangling there because thereās no way this is fair. Thereās no way something somehow doesnāt know what youāre afraid of and is making fun of you. But it maintains that illusion of certainty juust long enough, or even, like⦠uses it as a ācoverā of the worst parts of what happened because these trauma triggers carry a payload that comes back to the fear of injury and illness, pain and death- things the games already āmake monstersā out of. The brain just latches onto something- something potentially innocuous- to try and prevent the situation from ever attaching to you and it becomes your bugbear.
I can even think of some games that do this to a degree? Iāve been watching the nightmare segments in Omori and a huge thing influencing the protagonist during them is a very specific staircase in his house; so the nightmares always find some reason to force him up or down the staircase and the staircase is exaggerated just slightly- you start walking and it seems normal but thereās no bottom and thereās never a bottom and you are just on the stairs now, itās all stairs now, and then something always catches you on the staircase so you donāt reach the safety of the landings until itās well and done with you.
Iām aware Iām not taking this as a joke and it was probably mostly intended as one, but, like, I think this is a really interesting element of fear that classic horrors like Silent Hill almost offer as a weird reassurance. If youāre being chased by horrible skin dogs it is beyond a shadow of a doubt something is unfairly messing with you- youāre under attack and acting like your life is in danger is fair! reasonable!
But imagine being under attack but since it knows you too well, it positions things just innocently enough that even without some kind of magical, āother people canāt see the monsters you see, the world looks different to themā- they look around the cereal aisle while your heartās still racing and go āā¦this? This is just ordinary. This is just life. You arenāt in Silent Hill.ā
Fear, on many levels, is a loss of control. Itās an inability to grasp a situation. Things can happen that are dangerous, but we seldom feel the brunt of that danger until we have a sense weāre out of our depth, losing our grip. A nice, cohesive narrative, that makes sense, even if itās ugly or intimidating, is still a reassurance in that sense. We can be in control of knowing what happens next. I think this is why having triggers like this is such a sticking point for a lot of people- itās a difficulty in reconciling our personal narrative. People think to put trigger warnings on things that are either common fears (like spiders) or content actively designed to be disturbing. Someone who sees themselves as running an innocent pastel aesthetic blog might be very bewildered if theyāre asked to tag for Hello Kitty. But if the request is genuine, thatās nothing compared to how the person themselves might be feeling.
These kind of āinnocentā triggers donāt make very good wretched lurking monsters, but they sure are a bolt from the blue dagger in the back, because they can appear in the most innocuous contexts and not seem incongruous or like somethingās wrong. You have to eat. You have to buy groceries. You feel stupid committing to avoiding the cereal aisle every time, and you feel stupid making yourself walk it just to try and prove a point to come out shaking on the other side.
Rather than the horror of a world hunting you openly, itās the horror of a world that can maintain the decorum of innocence- what are you so scared of? Cereal canāt hurt you, ha ha.
(A box falls off the shelf as you go to leave the aisle. Thereās no evidence anything pushed it. It lands face-up. Captain Crunch has his winning smile at you. When did we decide bared teeth were friendly?)
Lord Elias Bouchard, the Viscount Magnus, standing before the portrait of Lord Jonah Magnus, 1st Viscount Magnus, the founder of the Magnus Institute (c. 1890s, colorized)
ā¦Or something like that. Victorian AU Elias who is committing a major faux pas by mixing gold and silver jewelry.Ā
My spotify literally wont let me stop listening to hotel california its not letting me play anything else and every time i hit play its just hotel california