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[agentcarters]

and they all have his back. 💖 (x)

[sevi007]

Saw someone comment after this scenes:

 … that they “can’t believe that this dork was raised by Ravagers. XD”

I went back to look and I’ve gotta say….

Keep reading

[silvershewolf247]

That’s not even getting into the behavior we see in the sequel. Let’s see 

There’s Oblo’s dorky face and jump of joy when he thinks they’re getting 4x the bounty 

Gef mocking him for it in what amounts to the spongebob repetition meme

The entire crew laughing at Rocket’s Taserface comments 

The fact there’s a tailor on board the ship and they made baby Groot a uniform simply because he’s cute

[greencheekconure27]

“Soup! Soup!”

“Capt'n gotta teach stuff!”

Yondu and Kraglin’s scene at the Broker’s

Pretty sure I saw Ravagers jumping around trying to catch snowflakes with their mouths on Contraxia

[anxeious]

[briannacherrygarcia]

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[dinosaur-ears]

An incomplete list of reasons why crafting helps my mental health (and might help yours, too):

It stops me from doom scrolling: can't go on social media if my hands are full of yarn.

It gives me a sense of agency: a lot of things are messed up in a way that's beyond my control, but I can make something that didn't used to exist. It's evidence that I'm alive and I can impact the world, even if the impact is small.

It builds my tolerance for mistakes: I grew up a perfectionist , which is really bad for my wellness and my ability to complete tasks. But crafts are a great source of low-stakes mistakes to help me learn how to handle imperfection. And while there are certainly mistakes I'll always fix, I also have many opportunities to decide a mistake is acceptable and leave it in favor of getting to the finish line.

It interrupts rumination: even if I'm still chewing on some troubling news, it's not front of mind if I need to focus on getting this seam straight or whatever

It helps me meet good people: although there are obvious exceptions, I've found most craft-centered spaces (IRL and online) to be full or supportive, kind, helpful people in all walks of life

It encourages a growth mindset: I'm always learning new things in crafting, and that builds my identity as someone who can grow and improve.

And finally, making your own clothes is empowering: I know this is specific to fiber crafts, but it's important. When you make your own clothes, you flip the notion that you're supposed to "fit into" a certain size and instead remember that clothes are supposed to fit you. You get to learn how to dress the body you have with love and care, instead of allowing manufacturers decide how clothes should look.

[agentcarters]

NATASHA ROMANOFF WEEK 2025 | @natasharomanoffweek day six — Red Room Even if you locate the database and get him to show you the key, you won’t be able to take it from him. For years, Dreykov has implemented a pheromonal lock in all widows, even me. So, as long as we can smell him, then we won’t be able to hurt him. Well, I’ll just hold my breath. Not enough. This is basic science. Natasha, to block receptors in olfactory center, you have to sever the nerve. I can handle that. BLACK WIDOW (2021)

[furiousgoldfish]

Abuse can sometimes feel like a slow, torturous deterioration of your sanity. You can't name what was done to you, you can't point out what anyone has done to hurt you, you can't prove to yourself that you're being abused. You instead feel like you might be going crazy. Like everything they're saying about you might be true and you can't get a hold of your senses or figure out what is going on.

And when it keeps getting worse, you hang onto every little thing trying to analyze if you're having the correct perception of it, trying to figure out if what you're feeling about it is rational or true. You don't know what's going on anymore but you know something is wrong deep inside of you and it's harder and harder to exist, to experience anything. Your every experience becomes a mass of uncertainty, doubt, questions, endless analysis, and you still don't know what is right, what you're allowed to say, think, believe. You cannot state the facts, because you're not sure what they are. You're blind in a fog, unable to stop whatever is going on, unsure if you're being hurt, or if you're imagining it in your head.

There doesn't seem to be any way out. If you could only stop imagining it, stop going insane, but no matter how hard you try, your emotions go out of control, you feel like you're going to explode, you end up feeling helpless and ashamed. It feels like a descent into madness, you can't stop feeling like you've embarrassed yourself, done something wrong, had the wrong reaction to every event, ashamed of how others must see you as pathetic and crazy. It makes you want to hide from everyone forever, but the doubt and inability to see reality still follow you and drive you insane. You end up wishing you didn't exist because you can't even do that right.

This is what gaslighting does to you, and why it can be damaging and painful just to exist next to the people who have done that to you. Even if they don't do anything else to you, just being continuously gaslit about what did happen can make you feel like you're losing your mind, because you're trying to force yourself to emotionally experience a fictional reality that is super-imposed over the actual truth of what had happened. Your emotions are the result of the events that did happen, so they cannot change to correspond to the abuser's imagined, revised and fictional version. However, if you fail to force this process, the abusers will humiliate, degrade and psychologically attack your sanity, pressuring you to keep trying to change how you emotionally react to reality. No person can change that.

[furiousgoldfish]

It's exhausting and hurtful to have your every action perceived as if you had the worst intentions, even when you're trying your best to do good. It's what forces you to constantly fight to prove yourself, that you do things in good faith, that you're being honest, that you mean well, as if your actions don't already prove it.

And the thing is it never stops, no matter how hard you try to show your true qualities it's never good enough, you always have to try harder and then hear the lies about what you meant by it. It puts you in this magic loop with no escape, you are never understood clearly, you are never free. At one point you too start wondering if they're right, if your intentions are bad. You doubt yourself, you feel guilty for wanting to feel good about yourself.

Anyone doing this to you does not care for you. You don't deserve to be continually misrepresented and to have the value of your actions voided by someone thinking you should have done differently. You should not be brought to exhaustion trying to be good enough for people who do not care if they're being good to you. People who usually do this won't tolerate any bad intention ascribed to their actions, even when it clearly belongs there. They judge you on standards they would never impose on themselves.

[genderkoolaid]

as someone with ARFID i really couldn't care less about the distinction between "picky eaters" and "genuine eating issues." if you are an asshole to someone you see as "just picky" i will never, ever trust you. i've lived through the trauma of being shamed and humiliated for my eating needs.

frankly i think a LOT of "picky eaters" have some kind of sensory problems– autistic or allistic– and shame is never useful. i don't fucking care how annoying you think we are. if you've never lived through the humiliation of being the only one not eating at a dinner table, or having to choke down something disgusting you already know you hate because other people insist you don't know your own body, or getting a hunger migraine in a house full of food because none of its edible to you? you don't understand how awful it is to have food issues.

whenever i see people draw this distinction between being "just a picky eater" and "having a real problem" all i think is, who does this serve? most people don't even know ARFID exists. there are so many undiagnosed autistics, or just people with a variety of issues that aren't officially diagnosed. why do we need a medical label in order to be treated with respect and compassion? why did i need to be diagnosed as autistic for my family to realize the abuse they put me through for years because of my eating habits?

it's such an easy habit for neglected groups to fall into– the idea that a medical diagnosis can save us. that by appealing to the medical/psychiatric industry, we can be protected from abuse and given basic respect and resources. but the truth is that it should never have come to this in the first place. dignity doesn't come from an abled doctor telling you that there's a medical reason for your symptoms. it comes from being a person. once you accept that you need a Good Reason to have your needs respected, you doom yourself to neglecting and abusing those who have your same struggles because they aren't lucky enough to access medical recognition.

tl;dr solidarity with all "picky eaters" stop guilting people for having varying food needs, if we make you irrationally angry that's YOUR problem not ours, and abolish "children's menus" & replace them with simple-food menus for people of all ages

[recoverr-deactivated20250621]

shoutout to all the kids with good people as bad parents. the parents who were sympathetic, honest and kind to everyone until you were the next in line. the parents who loved the entire family except you. the parents who preached about acceptance, warmth and kindness, but never offered it to you. the parents who were understanding to friends, cousins or siblings, but not to their own children. the cognitive dissonance is surreal, but i promise it is not a reflection of your own worth. you deserve more.

[cyberdelph]

by @aomiyya

[youbutstupid]

Honestly Sam and Bucky’s journey in TFATWS goes from disdain to love because they spent the first part of it trying to see Steve in each other, and in turn resented each other when they didn’t succeed.

Bucky wanted to find Steve in the new Captain America. Sam wanted to find Steve in the 1940s super soldier. Neither of them succeeded and that bothered them. They wanted to replace what they lost.

‘Steve had a plan’

‘Steve adored Marvin Gaye’

Then as the episodes progress, they’re able to see each other as individual people (shock) for the first time properly and are able to realise like ‘hey, this guy isn’t Steve, but maybe he’s something else that’s amazing’.

Bucky realised that as a black man, Sam’s experience on this planet shaped him differently to how they shaped a blonde haired, blue eyed Steve and he has to be so much more careful in becoming Captain America. Sam realised that Bucky never wanted the life he had like Steve did, and power and the life of a hero was forced upon him without his consent so he would never be the bright eyed, happy to learn/embrace anything man that Steve was and that’s okay. They both finally saw each other in that show.

[ohcorny]

it really is crazy how quickly people were willing to just let chatgpt do everything for them. i have never even tried it. brother i don't even know if it's just a website you go to or what. i do not know where chatgpt actually lives, because i can decide my own grocery list.

[mortalityplays]

"I'm in my late 20s and I'm scared I've already peaked" just don't peak then, idiot. what do you mean like you're going to just stop trying to think harder and build taller and learn more and get luckier and read deeper and dress better and fuck weirder and run faster and draw crazier and smoke danker and dance bigger and steal better and stun everyone with your cunty charm and zeal because, what, you think those are the rules? get real. get up. you have another 50 years and you're not going to use them??? give them to me.

[inkskinned]

it killed you to grow up there, in the dark like that, with nothing but the bones of your childhood. they punished every version of you that wasn't a god. forced sainthood into saturdays and now when you're out in the sun, your hands shake. your breathing puffing into cold mornings, alone in your room, wondering how you could be so broken and yet never have anyone notice the break.

in the dream of that house, you sometimes remember meals and silence and long hallways and your hand cramping over your homework. you sometimes remember the yelling or the limegreen falsehood veneer your parents could construct in the presence of guests. mostly you remember the way time seeped through you, dripped onto everything, how the words it'll get better felt like an arrow through your chest.

you would lay in bed and hope for death with the same fantasy air as romance, picturing a glorious coffin. sometimes you'd picture a dramatic end or a tragic illness that would sweep you away. but mostly you pictured some kind of strange miracle; that you'd go to sleep and simply never have to deal with that again.

when you got out, you had to burn the atmosphere to escape. these days you reside on another planet entirely: one bright and full of lights and color and friends and spice and laughter.

and still sometimes when people say summer, you still remember the back deck. you still remember building a castle. you still remember the birds. when you lay yourself down at night - some part of you still whispers about catacombs, and the dark, and the bones.

some version of you is still resting in that tomb, after all. some version of you will always see the outline of that place and say that's where we used to call home.

[megthemariner]

@ryebreadgf / The Truth About Grief, Fortesa Latifi / bone deep, m.v.e / Sidewalk, Richard Silken / unknown / 60 hours, m.v.e / @itsblackleader / Salt, Nayyirah Waheed / @heavensghost

[discords-morgan]

What I really like about this post is that it really does look like voices screaming at each other. Grieving, comforting, raging. It's what grief feels like.

[maydayway]

derek morgan’s career history pre bau is crazy, so much expertise i wish they’d used it more

[dereknation]

No but seriously we need to talk about this more!!

- graduated summa cum laude in law out of all things

- worked in Chicago PD

- specialist for bombs / bomb squad

- specialist in obsessional crimes

- undercover work for EIGHTEEN MONTHS

- Bau profiler ofc

- interim unit chief of the BAU

- trains the fbi cadets in hand to hand combat and tactical training

- he does the tactical take downs for the team

- he took over a huge workload from Hotch so he can be a dad without the extra pay nor the recognition bc he's kind and has a huge heart

And if my calculations are correct he started at the BAU around 27 years old bc he was around 29/30 when the first season aired

NOT TO FORGET:

He restores houses in his free time?? He's restored EIGHT HOUSES WITHOUT HELP in the span of 2001 - 2016 all the while having a 24/7 job basically with no prior experience

And he still manages to serve cunt all the time like PUT SOME RESPECT TO HIS NAME