So someone messaged me to ‘take down’ a post I’d reblogged and said it was “weird I was 4 years back into their archive”… I wasn’t in their archive. I had simply done a search for a funny imgur post, and their post came up. They messaged me, very curtly, to remove it and explained why… After hearing why, I understand, however, if this video poses such a threat, why is it still viewable and rebloggable by the general public? This seems like a thing that should have been taken down ages ago.
There seems to be an ongoing pattern of behavior here that’s worrisome. People are holding complete strangers responsible for every trauma that has happened to them. There’s no way we all can read each other’s minds and pasts. Most of us are just here for fandom, jokes, cats, and general escapism. Hell, we all have our own traumas, every last one of us. If someone misunderstands a post you made, or reblogs a photo or video that brings bad memories for you, we have literally no idea. You can either continue to message people (in not so nice ways) to alert them to your discomfort, or you can simply remove the thing, block it, blacklist it, etc. That ensures your well being a lot more than continuing to expect everyone else to simply ‘know’ about your pain.
We can’t hold everyone else responsible for our own troubles, memories, traumas, etc. Take your own well being into your hands as much as possible, as really that’s the strongest defense you have. The rest of us might be willing to help, but it’s not a burden that should be forced onto us without us even knowing.
ah what an immersive and innovative game! truly the writers are masters of their craft to create such a poignant and inspiring story! this game is a masterpiece! a shining example of video games as an artistic medium!
IM IN REAL PHYSICAL PAIN. IM CRYING OVER A MAGICAL TALKING SWORD THAT SHOOTS LASERS. I HATE THIS GAME I HATE
plus i remember on the early seasons of kuwtk kim wouldn't even drink. there's no way she would be doing coke lmao people really fly off the handle for literally no reason
people just like to be messy and look for reasons to justify their dislike/hatred for other people or prove that they’re bad people, even if they have to make stuff up, lmao. it’s like when people on twitter were blaming rob’s sisters for not keeping him in line and how shitty they were for going on with their own lives while he’s having a fucking self-destructive meltdown, like….
in what way, shape, or form is any of this their fault lmao.
The kind of friend who'll call you in the middle of the night and ask you to come over to their house and watch movies just because they're bored. What do you mean your mom will kill you? Leave a note, it'll be fine.
The kind of friend you can count on for comfort food. Put on Magic Mike because there's no broken heart a tub of ice cream can't heal.
The kind of friend who'll be able to get you out of even the darkest of moods. Their jokes won't allow you to even remember what got you so pissed, which of course is inconvenient if they're the reason.
The kind of friend who'll baby the fuck out of you. Sure, they can be nagging at times, but it's because they want the best for you. Whether they're right on that is another matter.
The kind of friend who's definitely the 'prettier one'. Their personality shines like the sun and, even though you kinda want to resent them for hoarding the spotlight, you just can't.
The kind of friend you count on to be your planner. They never let a deadline fly past and will make sure neither will you. It can get really annoying until you realize that they do it because they really care about you. Their worry for you is definitely endearing.
The kind of you friend that can convince you to do anything. They are so charming and just plain nice, you can't help yourself from wanting them happy. Always seeing every side of a situation, their arguments will disarm any pretense you might have of opposing them.
The kind of friend you tell all your secrets too. Their reassuring and nonjudgemental vibe will make tell all.
The kind of friend who you can count to tell you the truth. Of course, they're blunt style might hurt some feelings, but they will never be anything but honest.
The kind of friend who takes care of damage control. Wwill be able to take out of any crisis. They may not be as charming as a libra, but they know how to get things done.
The kind of friend who's definitely the 'crazy one'. These are the kind of people you can be weird with since they're quite weird themselves. These guys will always surprise you with whatever they're obsessing with that day.
The kind of friend that doesn't know how to say 'no'. They're so empathetic that your pain is also theirs, they will drop anything to help you and do it gladly.
does anyone else think about the contrast between Elsa’s gloves and the shackles that Hans built
those hard, metallic things that were supposed to bind her forever that she broke so easily, and those softer, insidious things that trapped her for thirteen years.
the thing is that Elsa has always been stronger than steel. she the force of nature that never was, those gloves could have frosted over any time. Elsa has always been the only one who could stop herself, and everyone knew it–even her. that’s what frightened her the most: what power do you have to stop me?
(after Anna, this is what Elsa dreams: Mama and Papa and Anna, all encased in her ice, and she wants to scream but she can’t, she’s frozen herself, hand head heart)
so Elsa wears the gloves, they become a spell to ward away a piece of her soul: my magic is not part of me. she draws a line in the sand, and prays that if she tells herself a lie for long enough it will become the truth.
on some days it almost works: she wakes up and the magic is not there. she eats breakfast and the magic is not there. she reads she paints she takes her lessons, and she breathes, finally–
then she sees a flash of red outside, or there is a knock on her door, and it all comes crashing back.
the coronation, the ball, the aftermath: every velvet prison rips apart. she loses her glove (monster)–she loses control (i am a monster)–she runs (it’s me, i have to leave i have to put the pieces back)–she hurts Anna (no not again it’s me it’s me)–she hurts (don’t be the monster they fear you are Elsa what have you done don’t feel don’t feel don’t feel)
and then: the shackles biting into her hands, her sins laid bare (Anna has not returned). she is her magic. she had been all along.
But Hook has proven he won't love Emma no matter what & he is being hypocritical by pushing her away now that she's a villain when he is one himself. I don't see how you can defend CS or expect a true love kiss when he doesn't love her & said so himself??? He only loves her conditionally when she does/is what he wants and it looks like the writer's are using the dark swan arc to show why. This will ultimately end up with her "letting him go" like she said. Sorry but it's true
Well done! I haven’t read so many mistakes, erroneous assumptions, flat-out fact-twisting, and general failure to comprehend reality or the logical result of it since the last Donald Trump speech.