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I love that the modern-day tumblr post equivalent of chain emails only requires me to reblog a relatively pleasant image instead of forward an email to a bunch of my friends and family members to quell my raging anxiety.
It’s a win win. I get a bit of hope, you get a cute birb photo
It’s a win win. I
get a bit of hope, you get
a cute birb photo
Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.
are we so back or what 😛😛
“Cats don’t actually love you”
A cat is a small creature in the middle of the food chain that is fully aware that you are a very large thing that could stomp its head in at any moment and yet it chooses to rest its tiny little head on your leg for a nap and spreads out on the floor near you exposing its belly and its most sensitive organs. It brings dead mice and bugs to you to share food.
Don’t you get it? This tiny thing trusts you. It wants to help you too. It licks your leg thinking that it’s helping. It kneads on you to find comfort. It shares its body warmth with you in the cold and gives you your space in the heat. It hisses at other mammals it sees outside including other cats in an effort to protect its family.
Cats love you so so much. But they will keep trying to eat plastic.
Vampires when they sip on your blood and catch extra strength Tylenol, at least two psychiatric meds, two cups of coffee, weed, and microplastics
The Hyde-Master Bond: Why Tyler Never Had a Choice
I see it so often on here: people calling Tyler “evil,” “a monster,” or saying that he chose to side with Laurel. And honestly? That take misses the entire point of what the show actually told us.
The Hyde-Master bond is not just about obedience. It’s not like Laurel gave an order and Tyler had to grit his teeth and do it. No — the bond goes deeper. It hijacks the Hyde completely: body, mind, and will. It forces compliance and then manipulates the Hyde into believing it wants the same thing as its Master. That’s what makes it so horrifying. It erases agency. It’s not “servitude,” it’s slavery on every level.
And let me be clear: Tyler was not just “influenced” by Laurel — he was her victim. And don’t you dare argue with me on that. They had to make Laurel actually say out loud that she groomed him. I think that alone says enough about the cold shoulder some people turn on him. Ignoring that is a deliberate refusal to see the truth.
Tyler had no choice. None. Not physically, not mentally. He wasn’t just trapped — he was shackled. Bound in a way that stripped him of autonomy and made him carry out horrors that weren’t his own.
And yet, antis still insist he “went along with it.” They say he was complicit, as if he had the freedom to choose. Do you realize how cruel that is? Blaming Tyler is like blaming a prisoner for the crime their captor forced them to commit (just 10000 times worse). He was caged inside his own body, watching himself hurt people he cared about, unable to stop it. That’s the horror of the Hyde. That’s the tragedy of his character.
Hunter Doohan shows this brilliantly in his performance. Watch the small moments — the way his eyes flicker before he shifts, the cracks in his voice, the almost imperceptible hesitation before the Hyde takes over. That’s not the look of someone enjoying what they’re doing. That’s someone drowning in it, screaming behind glass.
So no, Tyler is not the villain of Wednesday. He never was. He’s a victim — of Laurel, of the bond, of circumstances he couldn’t escape. He doesn’t need “redemption” because he was never truly guilty in the first place. And that’s exactly why his story is so heartbreaking.
“But he smiled when attacking!” Trauma victims smile in inappropriate contexts all the time. Hunter plays Tyler’s Hyde smile as manic, hollow — not joy, but a fracture in sanity. That’s not happiness, that’s survival under control.
“But he tricked Wednesday!” Yes, under Laurel’s manipulation. That’s literally how grooming works — it teaches the victim to play roles, to say the right things, to keep the Master’s plan moving. Don’t confuse survival strategies with free will.
“But he is the Hyde, that’s who he really is!” No. Tyler ≠ the Hyde. The Hyde is a monstrous part weaponized by Laurel. Tyler is the boy who was exploited to unleash it. Holding him responsible for what Laurel made him do is victim-blaming, full stop.
“So then everything he felt for Wednesday in season one was fake?” Absolutely not. That is in every sense wrong. His bond to Laurel didn’t erase his own emotions. If it had, season 2 part 1 wouldn’t exist the way it does. Look at how he behaves: his care for Wednesday bleeds through even when he’s broken. His feelings were real — and that’s exactly what makes his tragedy so raw.
Tyler wasn’t a monster pretending to be a boy. He was a boy forced into a monster’s skin. And if you can’t see the difference, that says a lot more about you than it does about him.
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Hey, man, c'mere. Listen. Get in real close, this is important.
You're gonna make stuff again. You're gonna make stuff you're proud of. You're gonna make stuff you're excited to share. You're going to feel that overwhelming drive to create, not just the frantic I want to want to you're stuck in now. You're going to have awesome ideas, and you're going to make them into reality. You're going to create again. You're still an artist. You're still a writer. You're still home to the same passion you had before. You'll find it again. It's not gone. It's just resting. Let it rest. You're going to make stuff again. I promise.
“Never did like that much,” is a baller and superb way to express your irritation with the way the patriarchy refuses to acknowledge how badass you are.
Word.
Before World War I, she shot a cigarette out of the mouth of the Kaiser of Germany at his request.
After the war started she sent him a letter asking for another chance, as she was afraid her aim might’ve been a little off.
Annie Fucking Oakley everyone
Annie Oakley!!! My childhood Idol!!!! I Love Her!!!
My favourite trope in the world is overpowered main characters who think they aren't that great at whatever they're doing and they're just scraping by, meanwhile they're the devil incarnate from everyone else's pov
look at this hit post
You know what's better than fluff? Dark fluff.
The kind where devotion borders on obsession, where love isn't just tender—it's consuming.
"I'd do anything for you, love," he murmurs, voice smooth, unwavering. "Anything you desire, and it's yours."
And the other doesn't hesitate, voice laced with something raw, something desperate.
"I want her to split me open—dig her fingers into my ribs and pry them apart. To hold my heart in her hands, feel the pulse of it against her palms, my blood staining her skin. I want her to pick my bones clean, crack them open, suck the marrow dry. I want to be ruined by her, consumed until there's nothing left of me but the taste of her name on what's left of my tongue."
Because love, when it’s deep enough, is a hunger—one that begs to be fed.
Everytime people bash fics in a Tiktok comment section, an angel loses its wings 💔
i have this unrealistic fantasy in my head where if you calmly and logically explain something to someone perfectly they will understand your position and gain knowledge from the exchange. unfortunately in the real world this does not happen often
there are many 🤡
something about a horror beyond your comprehension, except they're surprisingly friendly and gentle with you >>>
the creature underneath your bed or in your closet, coming out to ask you if you're ok after a nightmare, and even possibly comfort you until you're ready to go back to sleep.
the thing in the woods at night cornering you at a dead end, you shitting yourself thinking this is it, only for it to bend down and ask - in somewhat broken & awkward english - if you're lost or need help.
whatever you imagine behind you in the shower while you're washing your face, actually washing your back for you.
imagine your sleep paralysis demon getting along with your pets.
