i’m kind of like if a girl did nothing with her life
Oh my little eldritch horror I want to give you the most gentle of hugs TwT WAAAAAAA
I love them... guys... ep 32 hurt so good.. . .. . WAAAAAA
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if u want, rank who would survive having RAPUNZEL hair the longest
ranked from most to least
- ty lee. her hair is already pretty long, so i think she could survive having hair of any length as long as it was braided. and then i could see her using her really thick, really long braid as a weapon, like a whip or a lasso. this wouldn't even be a problem for her. if anything it would be a boon.
- toph. while i love the idea of toph having short hair, i think if toph had extremely long hair she would put dirt in it and then bend it around like a weapon. imagine getting ko'd by a child's disgusting messy hair.
- katara. again, she would just braid it. like ty lee, she already has pretty long hair, so she could find creative ways to style it. and also maybe wet it and then use it like a weapon. to be honest i can't believe katara never actually did that; dumped a bucket of water on sokka, or zuko, etc. and then waterbent the moisture in their hair into crazy styles. this would be a great prank, katara take notes!
- mai. again, mai's hair is already pretty long. again, mai could use her hair like a weapon. flinging her pigtails around with enough force to slice people in half.
- azula. proud haver of the world's biggest topknot. she'd thrive until the weight pushing down on her head snapped her neck. rip.
- sokka. he's not used to having long hair, and i think he'd trip over it a lot and curse his fate, but eventually he'd find some ingenious way to use it to his advantage. i don't know how, but he would.
- zuko. he is in fact the most likely to have rapunzel hair out of all of them, since his hair grows at an alarming rate, but i do not think he would enjoy it in the slightest. if he got katara to braid it he'd be okay, but the more likely scenario is that he accidentally sets his own hair on fire immediately.
- suki. she is not used to having hair that is below shoulder-length, she does not like it, it feels gross, she cuts it immediately.
- aang. he would simply kill himself.
poll time because something my mother said pissed me off lmao
and in the tags tell me your gender and age?
Speaking of therapy, I say, as though we're old friends, and you're not a stranger trapped in this metaphorical elevator with me and you can hear the suspension wires starting to fray.
I've been doing a lot of work recently that's focused on imposter syndrome and the feeling that no matter how well or how much I do, I'm not good enough. That I'm somehow tricking everyone into thinking my work is actually good.
Some days it's a minor niggle in my head that I can gentle and soothe with logic and affirmations. Or smother, depending on the mood. Other times it's loud and all-consuming and the mental anguish it causes me is so real I can feel it twitching in my muscles. This desperate fight-or-flight instinct with nowhere to go and nothing to fight but myself.
Anyway, because I'm several types of Mentally Unwell™, I was switching between workshop sheets ahead of next week. Filling in different forms. (Trying to get a good grade in therapy) And I got my "recognize your harmful ADHD coping mechanisms" worksheet mixed in with the "you're not actually lying to people, you just feel like you are because your brain is full of weasels" worksheet, and seeing them side by side made something go topsy turvy in my head, and I just had to sit and breathe for a couple of minutes until the urge to scream passed. Because it clicked, it all suddenly clicked.
The reason the imposter syndrome workshops and therapy sessions aren't sticking was because I do routinely trick people into thinking I'm someone I'm not.
Because I'm masking my ADHD for their convenience.
I've always known there was something wrong with me. My neurotypical peers made it abundantly clear I didn't fit in or was failing in some way I couldn't see nor remedy, no matter how hard I tried.
So I compressed myself into a workaholic box of hyper-competence in the hopes they'd stop noticing the flaws and exploit like me instead. And then subsequently lived with the daily fear that if they looked too close, they'd realize I'm a monumental fuck up with enough personal baggage to block the Suez Canal.
If you ever need someone to burn themselves to ashes for your comfort and convenience, I'm your gal.
Or I used to. Until I had a bit of a breakdown, and the rubber band holding my brain together snapped and pinged off into the stratosphere, never to be seen again.
Unfortunately, the trauma of living like that didn't also fuck off and instead left a gaping maw where my personality ought to be, so now I get to deal with that aftermath.
And it's that aftermath that's affecting the imposter syndrome shit. Because yes, I am hyper-competent and good at what I do-- but it doesn't feel real because that is how I mask.
And the truly frustrating thing is I am good at what I do. I am not pretending. I worked hard to be good at this. It just feels like I'm dicking around because 90% of my personality turns out to be trauma masquerading as humor in a trenchcoat, and having people genuinely like something weird I'm doing is so foreign my brain has decided it's just another form of masking.
I'm pretending to be a good author so people will think I'm a good author, and my brain thinks we are in Danger of being found out. We are in Danger, and writing is Dangerous because then people will know I'm Weird and not whatever palatable version I've presented myself as for their NT sensibilities.
Like the neurotic vampire with a raging praise kink wasn't an obvious giveaway.
Anyway. I got nothing else. Thanks for listening.
I'm going to go be very normal in another room and not stare into the abyss of my own soul for a bit.
I brought this post up with my ADHD therapist today (who also has ADHD), and she got so still that I thought our Zoom call had frozen.
Turns out she just needed to stare into her soul for a bit and it looked like this:
Fun Story: My director kept telling me and my tenor sax buddy to play softer. No matter what we did, it wasn’t soft enough for him. So getting frustrated, I told my buddy “Dont play this time. Just fake it”
Our Band Director then informed us we sounded perfect.
To my readers: “p” means quiet, “pp” means really quiet. I’ve never seen “pppp” before haha.
On the contrast, “f” means loud, and “ffff” probably means so loud you go unconscious.
I had ffff in a piece once and my conductor told me to play as loudly as physically possible without falling off my chair…
Me and my trombone buddies had “ffff” and he sat next to me and played so hard that he fell out of his chair.
The lengths we go for music.
Okay yeah so I play the bass clarinet and the amount of air you have to move and the stiffness of the reed means it only has two settings and that is loud and louder, with an optional LOUDEST that includes a 50% probability of HORRIBLE CROAKING NOISE which is the bass equivalent of the ubiquitous clarinet shriek.
One day, when I was in concert band in high school, we got a new piece handed out for the first time, and there was a strange little commotion back in the tuba section — whispering, and pointing at something in the music, and swatting at each other’s hands all shhh don’t call attention to it. And although they did attract the attention of basically everyone else in the band, they managed to avoid being noticed by the band director, who gave us a few minutes to look over our parts and then said, “All right, let’s run through it up to section A.”
And here we are, cheerfully playing along, sounding reasonably competent — but everyone, when they have the attention to spare, is keeping an eye on the tuba players. They don’t come in for the first eight measures or so, and then when they do come in, what we see is:
[stifled giggling]
[reeeeeeally deep breath]
[COLOSSAL FOGHORN NOISE]
The entire band stops dead, in the cacophonous kind of way that a band stops when it hasn’t actually been cued to stop. The band director doesn’t even say anything, just looks straight back at the tubas and makes a helpless sort of why gesture.
In unison, the tuba players defend themselves: “THERE WERE FOUR F’S.”
FFFF is not really a rational dynamic marking for any instrument, but for the love of all that is holy why would you put it in a tuba part.
This is the best band post
Everyone else go home
Oh man, so I play trombone, and we got this piece called Florentiner Marsch by Julius Fucik, and we saw this
which is 8 fortes. We were shocked until,
that is 24 fortes who the fuck does that
Who does that?

This guy. Take a good look - that is the moustache of a man with nothing to lose.
Julius IdontgivaFucik
More like Julius Fuckit
Pyrozod’s tags for this were too hilarious not to share
I haven’t been in band for years but this made me laugh so hard
I haven’t seen this post in ages and I’m dying of laughter
I didn’t think it could get better after The Foghorn Tuba Story, but it did. It got better. Bless you, MusicTumblr.
as far as I can translate it, the German notes at the octuple forte mean something roughly like “You want the instrument to cough… this is not for wimps”
this man was a menace
Yeah I need to join another brass band
Getting Tuba feels.
My favorite band post
today im thinking about the huge buff bread guy from kikis delivery service. highly underrated guy
Genuinely just a good man. Wife adopts teenage witch that needs a place to stay in the city? Sure. Even though you got a kid on the way? That’s fine. Cat too? Love cats.
My favorite moment with him is when he goes to get some prepped baking sheets and he does this fancy twirl with them in front of Jiji. Like, there’s no other people in the room, he does this to impress a cat.
I don’t think he ever says more than a whole word the entire movie, and I still love him more than most Disney princes based on this one moment alone.
And the part where he wanted to surprise Kiki by making that beautiful elaborate sign OUT OF BREAD to advertise her business and he was all anxious for her to get home and see it
But then when he sees her coming he gets all bashful and runs away 😭
the most underrated thing about the ghibli movies is how deeply they are love stories to working people, to the small folk, to moments of love and kindness. its not just about magic, many movies are about magic and fairytales. Its not only about the people in the stories, but about stories in the people. And they are just loveable.
bro… the fucking magnus archives…
just thought about the mere sound of a tape recorder whirring and visibly teared up. you ruin a mans life so fucking thoroughly and nearly kill the whole world with it as a process of like, super slow digestion that started in his childhood. and then his biggest fear (of dying/disappearing and no one know what happened to him) turns out to be his freedom.
Bonus round: list all nine in order of favorite to least favorite!
This fucking guy.
The funniest response:
Knowing that there were two people in this video and seeing only "This fucking guy again." and "I used the fact that I didn't know who that guy was to figure out who that guy was."
I had enough information to not only know who both people were, but also the full contents of the video in question.
Need to be mindful for our feathered friends!
You can also buy bags of duck treats at feed stores.
However if you are in North America it may be a good idea to forgo feeding ducks this year. Avian flu has been spreading rapidly though waterfowl, and encouraging them to cluster together can spread the virus faster and expose humans and pets to it because the virus is shed in feces.
Whenever I get a puncture wound I feel so smug towards any tetanus that might be in there. They have no idea about my sick ass vaccinated immune system. While you were crawling in soil my cells were studying Tdap. Now die by the hands of my learnéd warriors.
this is the funniest tweet i’ve seen in months bye
these are all the geek equivalents of Lovecraft’s Cat’s Name
his cats name couldn’t be that bad!!!! it’s a cat, what’s the worst name?
i am wrong, what the fuck
Me every time this post comes back
go Google why chainsaws were invented, it’s really fun :)
I’ve seen everything at this point, so why were chain saws in-
oh what the FUCK WHY
Thanks I hate it.
I could have gone my whole life without knowing it, thank you motherfucker
To be fair, its not AS bad when you read into detail. But ya. Still like getting slapped in the face with a cold fish.
i’m boutta google why chainsaws were invented now. feel like i’m going on an adventure.
really speaks to how i’ve been around the internet, that that wasn’t what i was expecting it to be, but it was also really close to what i expected it to be.
Every time I see this post it’s gone in a completely different direction and every time it’s cursed as fuck
Surgeons really went vrrr vrrr say goodbye to your pelvis mother
Sell it higher you fuck I paid my sanity instead of money
"yes the Count undressed me but" why are you so casually saying this, hold up...
It's his coping mechanism.
We've already seen Jonathan struggle with what is and is not real, and he is in real danger of losing his mind. Right now, establishing the facts is more important than the implications of those facts. He's a lawyer, he's laying out the IRAC.
On May 5th he wondered if his experiences were dream or reality, and puts down his evidences for both. When he thinks they're going around in circles he finds a way to double check his own impressions.
And then he says he is full of dreadful imaginings, that he dare not confess even to his own soul.
On May 7th he fact checks his experiences on the ride against Dracula's own accounts
On May 8th he can't see Dracula in the mirror, and then double checks to make sure - find some way to prove that it's not a trick of the light or some dark imagining. When he finds himself a prisoner he goes mad and eventually has to calm and quiet himself before he can proceed - and he once more calms himself by laying out facts. When his whole world is unbelievable his only refuge is fact. He spells out his problem - EITHER he's imagining it all OR he's going to die in here, and he can't afford to guess wrong about which it is. He needs all his wits - guarding his own sanity is his number one priority.
On May 12th he once more begins with facts - the more frightening and unreal his situation becomes the more desperately he clings to what he can prove. If he starts into conjecture he is lost, because he'll never stop, and he needs to know what's real. Dracula is already gaslighting him but Jonathan is writing down what's real as a defense against that. Even when he mistrusts his own perceptions, blackletter is immutable.
He's not saying it casually, he's saying it formally. He has to be systematic about this, he has no choice. It is vital to his sanity and survival to know if those girlies were real or a dream (or a local memory, the way Dracula suggested on the 12th). So he looks for evidence. Does what he can see now (reality) agree with his memory (which is fallible)?
Fact: his watch is unwound (he usually winds it)
Fact: his clothes are folded (not how he would have)
Fact, fact, fact - evidence, but not proof. And he needs proof. He needs to know whether his perceptions of reality are trustworthy.
Or it another way...
And that's what goes in the journal. That's what needs to be written down for whoever finds his body. That's what he needs to see in plain logic, cold blackletter, to hang his confidence on going forward.
What doesn't need to be written down, because what good would it do, is
Something underrated about Malevolent is YES there is horrors beyond human comprehension and YES there's action and YES there's drama but it's also a mystery. I love that there's reasonable investigation and I love that there's enough info sprinkled throughout that you can piece it together along with Arthur and John.
I missed it and we also got a little Funky Detective Arthur moment which makes me smile wide everytime.

































