You Are Not Immune To Former Emo Kid Propoganda

Wave in Backlight - Peter Witt

German , b. 1966 -

Oil on canvas, 80 x 80 cm.

I love this fuckin show

Quote of the day

I’m seeing a lot of people saying this post changed their brain chemistry, and as a neuroscientist I wanted to say yes!!! Yes it does!

Wanting something requires dopamine signaling, but liking something doesn’t.

If you have a mental illness/disorder that affects dopamine, you might feel that you don’t want to do the things that you like. You do still like them. You will appreciate having done them.

Let your likes guide you.

(If you want to read more, here’s one experimental paper about it. https://pmc.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/articles/PMC5171207/ This theory called the incentive-sensitization theory was originally created to explain behaviors in addiction but can be applied elsewhere as well)

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Black text on a white background. It reads:

"Focus on your likes, not your wants.

Wanting is the desire you feel before doing something. Liking is the satisfaction you feel after doing something. Let your likes guide you.

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You may not want to

write, but you like the feeling

of accomplishment.

Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.

So I have a question for my followers: are there any conspiracy theories you’re 100% convinced are real

Canadian prime minister Justing Trudeau is the illegitimate son of the late Cuban dictator Fidel Castro

Search your feelings, you know it to be true.

Castro with Treudeau’s parents

holding Justin’s older brother as a baby

Supposed parents are both white, yet Justin has Brown nipples

See, the nipples angle is just not something I would’ve thought to pursue

1000$ says his brother, who actually looks like his father Pierre, has pink nipples.

Do we have a picture of Fidel’s nipples? My searches have yielded fakes and forgeries.

The FBI agent watching me is about to be very concerned.. *opens Google and starts typing*

Friend group chats are fun. Today one of my friends, who keeps pet crayfish, found babies in a tank that was supposed to be a males only. No choice but to empty out the whole tank to fish out the babies of unknowable origins. But lo and behold, there was a culprit: one teeny tiny little female had somehow escaped containment, evidently specifically going out of her way to break into this all male tank to get railed by like 15 males twice her size. Possibly completely different breed, too. Monsterfucker supreme.

So for a good solid hour or so, the whole group chat was focused on. slutshaming this one specific little crustacean. With like 300 babies.

What if I said I was thinking about TransFem!Wayne Munson where she couldn't transition because of her work in the military—until she was honorably discharged due to an injury she received while in Vietnam. And so she returns home, but is faced head-on with homing Eddie and keeping him safe and making sure that her job can keep the both of them afloat.

So she just keeps this all to herself, it's the one thing she has as her own. Nobody else knows about it. She doesn't do anything outwardly to express her gender—nothing like makeup or dresses or any of that other stuff that the women around her are engaging in, she just remains as she is. Mainly because she's not sure if she's ready to share herself to the world in that way. But she refers to herself femininely in private; writing away late at night or muttering some half-asleep affirmations to herself, something.

It's not until after 1986 that she mentions any of this. She comes home to Eddie and Steve in the living room. Exchanging some quiet conversation. She's not listening in, just strides right past; noting the way Steve had tensed at the sight of her. That he'd been holding tight to Eddie, that Eddie proceeded then to force their focus back on each other, keeping Steve away from looking at her. There was something bright, still, about Steve's face—almost a blush or maybe the pinker tone to his lips or something sparkly about his eyes; and then, right as Wayne was ready to push through the threshold of the bathroom, Steve murmurs, "I just want to be your girl, Eds. I thought this would help."

And that doesn't change anything for Wayne just yet, just makes her think. Sit on that. Think.

Steve wants Wayne to say Stevie. To use the feminine words. She's nervous about it, too. Timid and shy. She waits until they're watching basketball together, when thing are typical and warm. She speaks low. "Eddie said I could trust you with this. That you've been open arms." And Wayne just reassures Stevie. Reassures her to the point that Wayne hopes the words seep into bone.

The next time Wayne sees Stevie, she passes over a bottle of nail polish. Just a simple mauve-pink bottle. With a passing, "From my own collection."

Stevie, then, "From your own?"

"Yeah...figured that...that us girls gotta stick together." And the moment the words finally crystallize and realize and become real in the air, something just settles. Like a piece in a puzzle or the key in a lock. It feels...whole. "Maybe I could show you my technique? We've both got shaky hands, y'know."

And maybe this doesn't end with Wayne changing her name or presenting any sort of different—just her same. But that's comfortable and it's right. And what she sees in Stevie, she knows Stevie's appearance changing, her name settling different, her presence—all of it—was the right choice, too; that something became whole, something grew wings and freed right inside the center of Stevie's soul. And Wayne knows that feeling, because she's right there, too.

i don’t know how to explain to you people that no matter what a country’s government is like i do not and will not support the US indiscriminately bombing that country’s civilians and i don’t know why that’s a controversial take tbh

“oh iran is a dictatorship!” “oh palestine is homophobic!” i don’t care like literally i don’t care that’s not a problem to be solved by other countries blowing innocent people up

A commission for the Bluesky Giveaway winner @deadchosenking

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The prince and his valiant knight 🥀🗡️

GET. AI. OUT. OF. FANDOM. Stop making headcanons with it, stop making fanfic with it, stop making fanart with it. If I see one more "asking chatgpt *blank* about *character/characters in a fandom* I'm going to lose my goddamn mind. Use your own fucking brain, stop asking AI to do everything. You could even ask other real people what they think. Just. Stop. Using. AI. In. Creative. Spaces.

Stop voluntarily cucking (derogatory) yourself with AI. Think for yourself you fucking baby!

i hate when i, a completely healthy person (very chronically ill), get sick (flare up) for no reason at all (i exerted myself way past my limit just cuz i didn’t wanna be “annoying”)

This blog is pro tits and anti Nazi

As we should all be

trauma changes people. and it does so in different ways. it depends on the type of trauma, the person, the help and support they get. if your trauma didn’t toughen you up, if it made you more sensitive instead, that’s okay. you survived and became strong in your own new ways.

if you are reading this i am sending you a small patch of sunlight for you to sit and relax on

Eddie Munson transfers to Hawkins after 5 years of being an EMT in Chicago. Within his first three hours at the ambulance service, he learns about the Hero of Hawkins. It's said over the radio with teasing affection about a firefighter named Steve, and it's such an endearing small town thing that Eddie can't help but be enamored, like he's moved into a Hallmark movie.

About a week later, he's rummaging around the kitchen at the station, when he finds that year's sexy firefighter charity calendar tacked inside a cabinet door. It's pretty standard fare until he gets to August.

Mr. August is maybe, probably, definitely the hottest guy he's ever seen. He's wearing the pants from his gear, suspenders, and no shirt, revealing his defined, hair-covered chest. He's got these brown puppy-dog eyes, pouty pink lips, and the most luscious sweep of chestnut hair Eddie's ever seen.

After a truly embarrassing amount of time, he's finally able to draw his eyes away from the gorgeous firefighter, and only then does he see marquee lights in the background spelling out, "Hero of Hawkins."

The nickname is cute and fun if it's teasing between coworkers, but this is something else. Now, Eddie can only see this guy's little smirk and hands-on-hips pose as proof that he's a stuck up, ego-inflated, douche.

Of course, he hasn't met him yet, this Steve Harrington. And Nancy and Chrissy and Jonathan, his fellow EMTs, only have great things to say about him. But they grew up with Harrington and Eddie has big city experience with men just like that, cocky and self-assured and mean. Knows he can spot the type better than they ever could.

steve (steddie) era is back

Museums not giving stolen artifacts and bodies back is bonkers. Like what if someone from China went into Arlington cemetery and dug up JFK’s dead body and took him and his eternal flame back to China and refused to give him back like that would be pretty messed up and kind of weird right like put John back that’s not where he goes but that’s basically what the British museum does every day

Huh, guy was trying to do a terror attack on the NFL office in the same building but got off on the wrong floor (or took the wrong elevator? unclear) as revenge for his concussion-induced brain disorder/injury.

Also worth noting that he died of suicide but didn’t shoot himself in the head, opting for the chest, because he wanted his brain to be studied. What a story.

He drove across the country to the office of the CEO of blackstone’s real estate division. That real estate firm owns an insane number of single family homes that they bought after the 2008 financial crisis and keep buying. They are directly responsible for rents being as high as they are. Media is intentionally misreporting this because of how much public support there was for Luigi. In reports she was referred to simply as a blackstone employee. Which is really egregious as she was in charge hoarding single family homes division of evil inc.

I'm sure the cat is just sleeping, but its pose and the petals reminded me of a painting.

"The Grief of the Pasha" by Jean-Leon Gerome.

black mackerel tabby

thats a fukcing tigre

10 or 11 little ducks have been spotted crossing the dash board

Star Wars: The Empire Strikes Back dir. Irvin Kershner | May 21, 1980