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Holy Wood Dreams from Ankh-Morpork
it doesn't matter to cats what kind of bad week you're going through, they'll come into your room and start doing repeated bulldozer attacks on you
These remind me of this drawing by Franz Kafka from the 1900s. We've been feeling this way for a long time.
prev, i'm sure you mean my guy Leonid Pasternak
Sinners and O Brother, Where Art Thou? are set only 5 years apart in Mississippi. Meaning hypothetically, Sammie and Tommy could have crossed paths.
They both have the Robert Leroy Johnson aesthetic, although Tommy Johnson was the original Faustian Bargain legend
⬆️ The ancestor spirit dance party if these two ever jammed out together
prophecy girl
Once when I was in undergrad, someone described something as “problematic” in class and our professor was like, “That’s cool, but ‘problematic’ doesn’t really mean anything. It means that the thing you’re describing has a problem, and in and of itself that’s not bad. Art, especially, should always have problems, or else it’s not interesting and not art, either. It sounds like you’re trying to say that this is bad, but you don’t want to say ‘bad.’ Is that right?”
So from then on whenever one of us called something problematic, he would make us talk it out until we could name the “bad” thing we were hinting at. In this particular class, 7/10 it was some type of oppression, and the remainder was like, “I’m uncomfortable because this is very new/confusing/pushing boundaries that made me feel safe.”
Once we stopped calling things “problematic” and stopping at that, class got way more interesting and... we all had to say, like, “that’s racist” or “that’s misogynistic” or “ew capitalism gross” out loud, which a lot of us had never done in a classroom before. Or we had to be like, “Uhhh... I’m not sure what’s so bad?” and confront our own beliefs and that was maybe even more useful.
Anyway. Whenever I see the word problematic, I can’t help but think of this professor being like, “Good starting point, now let’s get specific.” I think when we have to commit to saying “that’s ___” it requires a lot more careful thought about the truth and impact and complexities of whatever we’re claiming. Sometimes there really is some bullshit afoot, and also sometimes it’s art, and it should be full of problems, because that’s what art is.
i have this random theory that the amount of autism diagnosis seems to be rising partially because the sensory environment of the world is getting more hostile.
Things getting generally noisier, more screens/devices, more polyester in clothing. I'm not personally affected very much by lights, but maybe lights are different???
but like, kids generally spending more time in institutional settings (daycares/schools/extracurriculars) would also do it.
I was homeschooled K-12 (for disability reasons) and I really wonder sometimes how being in a "traditional" school environment would have affected me, like, developmentally. The number one thing that I absolutely Need to function and to Want To Be Alive is the ability to separate myself from other people and take downtime when I need it.
Situations where I have back-to-back activities all day are... I don't think I've ever been truly suicidal, but I've had times when the state of being alive felt so incredibly painful that I would cry for hours multiple days a week from the sheer crushing despair of having to live and be conscious through my life.
Sensory overload isn't the exact same thing as pain, but the "hurt" or suffering of pain is itself something that is not inherent to pain and only happens with pain above a certain threshold of tolerance and processing ability. So I think it's accurate to say: in the same way that an intolerable amount of pain hurts, sensory overload HURTS.
But every kid is expected to spend more than 40 hours a week in the same room as dozens or hundreds of other kids, and basically everyone thinks of this as the bare minimum for normal social development and literally cannot imagine anything else.
That is kind of an existentially dark thought to me
Discussions about how to make school (whether kindergarten, or college...) more accessible all seem to pathetically miss the point for me because fundamentally, the thing that would make "school" (being trapped in a room with stimuli that I have to process) accessible for me is for there to be FUCKING LESS OF IT
Like, I kind of get this sympathetic gut clench/nausea at the thought of kids having to Be In School all fucking day and not being able to just Leave
And then I remember that the majority of people do things like go to concerts and go to the mall
But that doesn't fully make the horror go away
Nobody has imagined what a world that didn't hurt, badly, constantly, for people like me would look like. It's hard to think about that
There were long periods in late 2024 and in 2025 I was crushingly depressed because the sensory overload of daily life was so exhausting that I literally could not do anything except school, work, attend to basic survival needs, and lie in bed with the lights out
I would try to explain this to disability services, therapists, academic counselors, and there was no comprehension. It was like trying to explain Vincent Van Gogh's use of color to a cave salamander that didn't have any eyes.
I have a deep disillusionment with the very concept of disability accommodations, because the world I see around me is not ready to even BEGIN to deal with the implications of very basic things like "some people need things to happen slower, softer, and more quietly"
whenever i click on the notes of a song i like and see a bunch of people being like "hate that this became a tiktok sound" i feel so free like genuinely free in my bones. one million aspiring influencers can never make me hate "heat waves" by glass animals. the only time i hear "too sweet" is when i pull up a hozier album and press play. your demonic app has no power over me and how often i listen to my songs #mysongs
Given how symbolic the Inquisition made the Mark on the Inquisitor's hand, with the common people asserting it was some sort of blessing from the Maker, I really feel like there must have been massive political/religious backlash when they showed up back through the Eluvian missing the lower half of their arm.
It's not like they could tell the rank and file, much less the Orlesian Court, that actually it was raw/uncontrollable magic that was killing the Inquisitor until taken back by an ancient Elven diety.
Instead, it looks like the Maker is taking back their gift.
Maybe the Divine gets very good very fast at spewing some like about it being a sign of the Maker's love or Mercy because humans physically cannot bear divinity forever without pain, with the exception of the Holy Andraste. Or even that the Inquisitor had reached the turning point where they had to choose to ascend with the Anointed or remain to do the Maker's work in Thedas and they chose the latter. Depends on your Inquisitor and who you made Divine.
But God, the talk had to be awful after... and not just while the Inquisitor is suffering but about their suffering, so there's really no escape.
I almost would say I want to be a fly on the wall for those religious/political discussions, but there's a good chance I would be cringing with sympathy the whole time.
THIS IS AN OC CHECKPOINT
give me 1 cool fact about your oc RIGHT NOW
UPDATE it doesn't even have to be 'cool', give me a fact about ur oc!!!!
wearing two cursed amulets to manipulate them into competing with each other for ownership of my soul and unintentionally improving my life in their attempts to seduce me
hiring two duplicitous advisors with opposing agendas to manipulate them into hatefucking each other in front of me while i fujo out about it
it's not a "love triangle" it's a business opportunity with benefits
you ever get so into the whole "it would have been good if it was good" thing that it gets kind of embarrassing. it would have been good if it was good but it's Not and in fact it's maybe worse than anything else but unfortunately. it still could have been good. if it was go
to be honest i do have beef with some microbes
shoulda cooked it longer that gets rid ofem
Alright ive seen enough
Someone put a blanket over my cage.
La Mode illustrée, no. 29, 19 juillet 1896, Paris. Corset du matin. Ville de Paris / Bibliothèque Forney
This looks a lot like a corset waist:
G2022.19.001
There's a pattern of it in the database as well!
You can find a gridded pattern of the corset in the illustration here.
I've talked about this before but being a gay woman in slash fandoms always feels a little like anthropology. Every couple years fandom picks a new man they claim is so hot that he transcends sexual orientation. And he never does.
its good to acknoweldge the hollowness of revenge but sometimes you really do just need a story about someone who gets hurt and then kills and kills and kills and kills their enemies. its cathartic, babey.
"there's nothing that can bring my loved one back, so there's no point in killing you" and "there's nothing that can bring my loved one back, so there's nothing that can save you" are two themes that can and should co-exist