four doors of the mind

Perhaps the greatest faculty our minds possess is the ability to cope with pain. Classic thinking teaches us of the four doors of the mind, which everyone moves through according to their need.

First is the door of sleep. Sleep offers us a retreat from the world and all its pain. Sleep marks passing time, giving us distance from the things that have hurt us. When a person is wounded they will often fall unconscious. Similarly, someone who hears traumatic news will often swoon or faint. This is the mind’s way of protecting itself from pain by stepping through the first door.

Second is the door of forgetting. Some wounds are too deep to heal, or too deep to heal quickly. In addition, many memories are simply painful, and there is no healing to be done. The saying ‘time heals all wounds’ is false. Time heals most wounds. The rest are hidden behind this door.

Third is the door of madness. There are times when the mind is dealt such a blow it hides itself in insanity. While this may not seem beneficial, it is. There are times when reality is nothing but pain, and to escape that pain the mind must leave reality behind.

Last is the door of death. The final resort. Nothing can hurt us after we are dead, or so we have been told.

The Four Doors.

Perhaps the greatest faculty our minds possess is the ability to cope with pain. Classic thinking teaches us of the four doors of the mind, which everyone moves through according to their need.
First is the door of sleep. Sleep offers us a retreat from the world and all its pain. Sleep marks passing time, giving us distance from the things that have hurt us. When a person is wounded they will often fall unconscious. Similarly, someone who hears traumatic news will often swoon or faint. This is the mind’s way of protecting itself from pain by stepping through the first door.
Second is the door of forgetting. Some wounds are too deep to heal, or too deep to heal qickly. In addition, many memories are simply painful, and there is no healing to be done. The saying “time heals all wounds” is false. Time heals most wounds. The rest are hidden behind this door.
Third is the door of madness. There are times when the mind is dealt such a blow it hides itself in insanity. While this may not seem beneficial, it is. There are times when reality is nothing but pain, and to escape that pain the mind must leave reality behind.
Last is the door of death. The final resort. Nothing can hurt us after we are dead, or so we have been told.

- Patrick Rothfuss, The Name of The Wind - Chapter 18

I realized the quality of my gifs were worse than usual (and then discovered why), so I was going back over them this morning to fix them, when I realized something.

This gif can be reversed easily to make…

A SUDDEN ENTRANCE.

And then if you look closely, it looks like he’s actually saying

And basically I got completely distracted for like a half hour and had to share the fruits of my labor.

Thoughts about “The Cell”/Daryl/Coffee

So I will freely admit that I had to go back and do a rewatch of 7.3 today after letting my first thoughts sink in before I was willing to write anything about it. There were a few places I had questions that I wanted to look at again and some thoughts I had after the episode concluded that I wanted to look at in the context of the episode. Some of those thoughts revolve around Daryl, some the Sanctuary and Negan, and others the story moving forward. Before I get started with my thoughts though I do want to hit on one thing which is that “The Cell” was written by Angela Kang who for reference sake also wrote “Still”, “Coda”, and “Thank you” among other episodes. I think that’s important because there were a few places where I think the callbacks to those previous episodes were very present even if it wasn’t blatantly presented that way and I think that she was deliberately tapped to write this episode because of those connections. I am also probably going to break my thoughts up into multiple post because otherwise this will get way to long.

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Brohm Wrestling AU

Wrestling AU! I saw this idea on tumblr from @littleangel123 But anyway.

     Bryce had always supported Delirious in his talent of wrestling. But he was always worried he would get hurt, or hurt someone else really bad. None the less he went to every single match and sat right next to Cartoonz cheering his friend on. Even though he flinched every time either fighter took a hit.
     Delirious is too good to take many crushing blows, but now in finals the person he is up against is really good. And Bryce is frantically looking around for his friend who is probably in his prep room. He finally comes across the room, smiling brightly as he opens the door.
     “Hey Del-” then he pauses when he realizes the person in the room is not Delirious or Cartoonz, but the wrestler Del is facing. One known as Ohm. Bryce turns bright red noticing he is shirtless and he mentally yells at himself for staring at his toned abs and admiring his good looks. “Oh-oh my gosh! I-I am so sorry! I th-thought this was my friends prep room.” Bryce stutters out looking down.
     “Oh. That’s fine, if your friend is this H2O guy I’m facing, his room is down the hall four doors down on the left, but… I wouldn’t mind a little company if you’d like to stay…” Ohm whispers the last part getting closer to the startled blonde in the doorway. Carefully grabbing his wrist and tugging him towards the prep room.
     “Uh umm uh I-I-I um b-better g-go find uh D-Delirious, if you uh d-don’t mind.” Bryce is a flustered, blushing mess trying to pull away, but not putting much effort into it.
“Oh but I do mind. Hmm… It seems I haven’t learned your name yet, so?” Ohm asks moving closer to Bryce.
“W-why would I t-tell y-you?! You’re c-creepy!” Bryce put his hands out to stop Ohm from getting any closer. But suddenly he feels warmth beneath his hands and he realizes his mistake. Bryce looks up to see a smug grin on the older’s face. A grin that reminds him of his hand on the guy’s bare chest.
“Oh come on… If you don’t tell me I’ll be forced to call you my baby boy…” He reaches out, long arms wrap around Bryce’s small frame.
“No! My name is Bryce. Okay. You know my name, none of that.” Bryce tries to push him away. But there is a big difference in strength between small Bryce, a gamer, and Ohm, a wrestler.
“Okay Bryceypoo~” Ohm laughs as he pulls Bryce with him into his prep room.
     “No no no no I have to go see Del. I-I can’t be here!” Bryce argues wiggling in Ohm’s grasp.
      “You won’t be Delirious’s boy much longer. Soon you’ll be begging for Ohm~” The older laughs releasing poor flustered Bryce, who scrambles away from the stronger man.
      Then there is a knock on the door. And a voice comes through saying the match is going to start soon. And that Ohm has to get to his starting position.
      “One good luck kiss? Just one.” Ohm asks leaning towards Bryce, who quickly leans forwards and pecks his lips before pulling away and turning his head. “Wow. Someone was eager. Not even a bit of hesitation.”
       Bryce just mumbles out something about getting it over with.
      “Alright. Come on baby boy we’ve both got places to be.” Ohm hums taking his hand and walking into the hallway. There Bryce is pinned against the wall and Ohm is kissing him passionately.  As they pull apart Ohm scratches the back of his neck. “I’m sorry… You just looked so irresistible there.” Then Ohm runs off to wherever he is entering the ring from.
      Bryce looks down the hall and sees both Delirious and Cartoonz staring at him. He walks over to his friends stuttering out ‘it’s not what it looks like.’ And such. Then right before Delirious walks out he mumbles out a barely audible “I’ll kick his sorry ass for threatening Bryce’s innocence.” And then heads toward the ring.
      Bryce and Cartoonz also head to their seats. It is always good to be in the VIP section not only because of the good view, but because it is out of the way of the rowdy audience.
      The match began and Delirious came out angered and ready. After five minutes of punching and kicking and tackling, Delirious got Ohm down and went for the pin. While he is pinning him he whispers something harshly: “Stay the fuck away from Bryce. Or I swear to god you are dead.”
      “Make me.” Ohm hisses before kicking out of the pin and sending a hard punch straight into Delirious’s eye, making Delirious tumble back. Bryce flinches away closing his eyes and letting out a small yelp.
More minutes of fighting and now Ohm has Delirious pinned. “You can’t keep my Brycey away from me forever~.” Ohm hums and the blue eyed male looses it. He kicks out of the pin, and kicks Ohm in the throat. After a signature, eagle, and finisher. Ohm is pinned down for the count and Delirious takes the win.
Before he lets Ohm out of the pin Delirious growls out a quick “But I can and will for now.” Before accepting the belt. When he gets backstage Bryce and Cartoonz are there waiting for him. Cartoonz giving him a clap on the back.
      “Nice one Jonny!” Luke smiles at Del holding the belt. Proud of what he just did.
      “I got you an ice pack. You took a hard hit to your eye.” Bryce smiles his big Bryce smile and hands him the cold pack.
      “Thanks B. And uh hey. Do you mind staying away from Ohm. I uh don’t really trust the guy.” Jon says giving Bryce a warning look.
      “I will Jon. Don’t worry about me.” Bryce replies, wiping a bit of blood from Del’s mouth.
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Alright! This will probably be two or more parts because I don’t think the story can end just yet. I will try and get the other part out over before next weekend but with soccer and school I’m not sure I’ll be able too. Anyway I hope all your days are fantastic! See ya soon!
-Roo

Perhaps the greatest faculty our minds possess is the ability to cope with pain. Classic thinking teaches us of the four doors of the mind, which everyone moves through according to their need.

First is the door of sleep. Sleep offers us a retreat from the world and all its pain. Sleep marks passing time, giving us distance from the things that have hurt us. When a person is wounded they will often fall unconscious. Similarly, someone who hears traumatic news will often swoon or faint. This is the mind’s way of protecting itself from pain by stepping through the first door.

Second is the door of forgetting. Some wounds are too deep to heal, or too deep to heal quickly. In addition, many memories are simply painful, and there is no healing to be done. The saying ‘time heals all wounds’ is false. Time heals most wounds. The rest are hidden behind this door.

Third is the door of madness. There are times when the mind is dealt such a blow it hides itself in insanity. While this may not seem beneficial, it is. There are times when reality is nothing but pain, and to escape that pain the mind must leave reality behind.

Last is the door of death. The final resort. Nothing can hurt us after we are dead, or so we are told.

—  Patrick Rothfuss, Roads to Safe Places
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Sorry for the really bad quality, but my phone is just a butt with taking pictures,
But anyway, ever since Edge was made, I had this idea. But now it’s here in probably OOC fashion(which I heavily apologize for)! Also don’t mind the disappearing door in panel four, and the fact that I cannot draw pumpkin heads.
Zing, Charles, and Edge belong to dapper-deoxys!

Perhaps the greatest faculty our minds possess is the ability to cope with pain. Classic thinking teaches us of the four doors of the mind, which everyone moves through according to their need.

First is the door of sleep. Sleep offers us a retreat from the world and all its pain. Sleep marks passing time, giving us distance from the things that have hurt us. When a person is wounded they will often fall unconscious. Similarly, someone who hears traumatic news will often swoon or faint. This is the mind’s way of protecting itself from pain by stepping through the first door.

Second is the door of forgetting. Some wounds are too deep to heal, or too deep to heal quickly. In addition, many memories are simply painful, and there is no healing to be done. The saying ‘time heals all wounds’ is false. Time heals most wounds. The rest are hidden behind this door.

Third is the door of madness. There are times when the mind is dealt such a blow it hides itself in insanity. While this may not seem beneficial, it is. There are times when reality is nothing but pain, and to escape that pain the mind must leave reality behind.

Last is the door of death. The final resort. Nothing can hurt us after we are dead, or so we have been told.

—  Patrick Rothfuss, The Name of the Wind
fallout starter (open to all)

*your muse has just reached a rather large settlement and quickly was greeted by a woman with a smiling face* hello and welcome to conkurd please if you would not mind a tour please fallow me.* your muse was soon greated with the sight of four heavily armored settlers kicking in the door of a place* oh dont mind that its just srgt rex enforcing the law