I GIVE YOU A HAMBURGER
f UCK PLEASE NOT AGAIN
NOT THIS AGAIN
I HAVE SURVIVED LIKE 2 YEARS WITHOUT THIS DEEP HAMBURGER LEVEL SHIT
Oh god. It’s finally back.
I L O V E T H I S O M G
the passing of the crown of the gods
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I also keep thinking about that first one-on-one Arthur has with David after they bring him to the island where David tells Arthur that he wants to be a monster, and while Arthur's first instinct is to tell him he doesn't have to be a monster and lead him in a different direction, he pushes past that and LISTENS. And it makes all the difference. Instead of stifling him and just assuming he knows what David means by that, he asks and then works to understand, because their definitions of "monster" aren't exactly the same and David's definition doesn't involve hurting people like Arthur assumed.
If Arthur had just assumed he knew best and told David as much, that conversation would have gone so differently. He could have left there feeling discouraged and like he couldn't be himself, but instead he started to feel like maybe he was safe and that he could be at home here.
Arthur is the best dad to these kids and it's so beautiful to watch.
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while I love a good fancast of the characters in the house in the cerulean sea as much as the next guy, I worry about live action adaptations being able to truly capture the warm sense of magic, love, found family, and whimsy of the book.
which is why the only people I would trust with an adaptation of the house in the cerulean sea is studio ghibli
no I will not be taking criticism at this time since I am 100% correct
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i've recently read a review about thitcs where this person was criticising the name choice for Extremely Upper Management saying like that it's stupid and zero effort and i was thinking bro? that's hilarious
and now somewhere beyond the sea is out and tj like the legend he is gave us
Council of Utmost Importance
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i LOVE the intimacy and love and hugs and kisses in this book.
like. thitcs is SO full of love but between arthur trying to not appear too close to the kids/seem like their father because he’s supposed to be the master of the orphanage and linus being literally a DICOMY representative we hardly see people hugging or like showing physical intimacy.
and now!! we have linus and arthur kissing all the time, zoe and arthur kissing each other on the cheek, helen kissing linus and arthur on the cheek or kissing her girlfriend on the mouth (sidenote i’m so happy to see more of these two). the kids hugging or cuddling or really just touching each other in some way like holding hands or leaning on each other. having sleepovers. the fucking cuddle puddle in linus and arthur’s room when the kids find out they’re engaged!!!! talia snuggled between them, phee next to arthur, chauncey on top of all of them. it’s so wonderful! we see phee and arthur have their moment in the gazebo and phee kisses arthur’s hand which is so sweet and then he becomes the phoenix and is poking at her with his beak and they fly together and fall asleep on the sandbar together! and then you have linus scooping lucy up and crying and peppering his face with kisses because he paid attention during fucking vocabulary lessons and lucy refusing to let go.
just. all the ways these characters showed love to each other was phenomenal in thitcs and i ate it up but now they can be even more open about it and it’s just wonderful. i love love!!!! i love found families!!!! i love this book!!!!
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Not to go "if you have ADHD just go for a run" or anything, but I am so serious if you have ADHD you should regularly go outside, no headphones no phone no nothing and just stand and observe for a while until you've had enough. Not until you get bored, until you've had enough. Drink your coffee without watching tiktok. Have a bath without music. Turn down the volume in your headphones. I cannot overstate how much learning to be bored is cruicial with ADHD. Life is not just about pleasure, no matter what your dysregulated dopamine system thinks, and when you teach your brain to be okay with being bored, then boring tasks stop feeling like torture. By letting yourself be bored you are yoinking your system out of the high/low binary and allow for the highs to feel like actual highs and not just anything that isn't low. I am so serious go literally touch grass. Listen to the sounds in your flat. Stimulate your body the way it was designed. It lowers anxiety and makes you feel like you're real and best of all it's completely free
I really wish more ADHD mental health care told you WHY things like this matter to our quality of life.
The Hyperactivity in Attention-Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder is NOT about being physically hyperactive, it's about having a "hyperactive central nervous system" because it's a form of inheritable dysautonomia. The problem with disautonomia, especially the ADHD kind, is that it makes boredom flag to your nervous system as a THREAT, triggering hyperactive and maladaptive central nervous system processes like fight or flight.
But dysautonomia kills you that way. Literally, part of the reason our average life spand increase on stimulents is that it helps manage risk-taking impulsivity that can get us killed by accident, but the other part is that stimulents can regulate a hyperactive CNS such that it is functionally (while impacted by the stimulent) NOT dysregulated anymore. And PHYSIOLOGICALLY that is essential because the physical outcomes of dysautonomia can reduce your life span by YEARS if not decades through self-perpetuating hypervigelence, endocrine disruption, and adrenal fatigue.
So when the ADHD brain goes stimulation-seeking and a doctor tells you to practice mindfulness, it feels like being told "hey go stand in a functioning boiler until you can stop thinking" rather than WHAT IT IS which is the process of re-teaching your body what is and isn't safe.
Standing outside making mindful, non-interpretive/moralized observation of the world helps your brain and body re-acclimate to the idea that absence of that frantic "busy" feeling isn't a threat or a risk to your safety, and gradually reduces the level of distress that just hanging out somewhere triggers for you.
Learning WHY this stuff was being suggested and understanding what it was actually supposed to do went a long way towards changing my relationship with my ADHD. I am FAR more functional now, far less prone to shame spirals and rejection sensitivity, hell, I can **sit physically still for near on an hour at a time** now without feeling like I'm going to crawl out of my skin.
So yeah. Go outside. Let the world narrow around you and take deep breaths until it stops feeling claustrophobic or like you need to climb walls. Learn how to let little sensations become big ones like the way the heat of the sun on your skin starts as a gentle warming and be omes a unique collection of sensory moments depending on how it lands on you. Listen for sounds under sounds and let them fade in and out as you move your focus from one sound to the next. Enjoy. Move on. Rinse and repeat.
When you no longer feel like the world is actively killing you, it's a lot easier to navigate it.
S++ tier addition to the post, thank you tumblr user butts bouncing on the beltway
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Not pertinent to anything in particular but I do think it's kinda weird that we keep depicting cavemen in media crawling around on all fours covered in dirt with tangled, matted hair, speaking in broken, cobbled-together toddler language when like.
They were us.
Like literally genetically they were US, just like. A while ago.
Like
Would you trust a TV caveman with a baby? Probably not
A real life caveman though??? I think they'd be at least okay at it
This is actually really important and comes up in Anthropology classes all. The. Time.
As long as homo sapiens have existed, we have had the same emotional and mental capacity as you and I do today. You nailed it. They were US. Even Neaderthals existed alongside and had offspring with Homo Sapiens for many thousands of years.
There's much evidence that cavemen would have had complex spoken language, culture (learned information passed down), symbolic interpretation, and I think they most certainly would have been able to handle holding a baby. In fact I have my suspicisions that an ancient homo sapiens mother may be a more present, attentive, and knowledgable mom than I could be today.
Do not let media trick you into believing we are the pinnacle of humanity. Unilinial evolution theory (google it quick I beg) is BUNK, GARBAGE, and the root of so much evil.
We've been human for a long, long time, and we are not inherently better than all those who came before.
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I think a lot of what pro-AI people are really wanting is stuff that already exists but they don't know it's out there like
can't format a work email? templates
don't know how to write a resume? templates
writing a thank you card or a condolences card or a wedding invitation? templates templates templates
not sure how to format your citations in MLA or whatever format? citationmachine.net
summary of something you're reading for school/work? cliffnotes.com
recipe based on ingredients in your fridge? whatsintherefrigerator.com
there's a million more like, guys, we don't need AI, we never needed generative AI
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first you have to remember that the first disco ball was painstakingly put together by hand from nothing but an idea and lots of intricately cut glass and bandaids and then you have to think about the experience of being under a disco ball for the very first time, bathed in reflections of an era that has not yet come to past, and finally you end up wondering what else there is around you that has yet to be unearthed by something with so much as a silly name
I remembered this post a few nights ago while I was out and looking up at this massive disco ball and I needed to find it but I couldn’t so I just googled disco ball and stood there in the middle of the concert floor reading the disco ball Wikipedia entry. anyway did you know that the disco ball is German in origin.
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Arsonist's Lullaby
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5 years ago, I was in Rehab.
10 years ago, I was watching my Potential and Opportunities dissolve and evaporate in an ocean of cheap gin and expensive whiskey.
But 5 years ago, I was in Rehab.
One of the exercises they had us perform was to imagine ourselves happy, 5 years in the future.
Many of us in that room had forgotten how to imagine nice things happening to them. A few snorted (well, I snorted), finding the notion that we’d even still be around in 5 years grimly humorous.
For about half of us, it was the last stop on the way down.
But I indulged the therapist. I was there, after all, because I did not want to die. So, I imagined myself, 5 years hence.
Happy.
It came to me all at once; an artistic remix on Norman Rockwell’s Freedom From Want, reframed with myself placing food at the table.
Sunday Dinner At My Place, I answered, when it came my turn to share my fantasy. I was asked what food I imagined eating.
It’s not the meal itself, I said, it’s the implications framed around it. Sunday Dinner At My Place means that I have a Place. It means that I have Family that will actually speak to me and friends who actually want to see me. It means money enough not just to feed myself but others too. It means having the time to spare to take the time preparing the meal.
A lot of nodding heads all around me. A struck chord. Many people with no Place, in that place. Nowhere that would lament their leaving.
5 years hence, as I lay down to sleep in my Home, with my Wife and my Son, surrounded by my Art and my Flowers, I reflect.
It was a long road. It was hard. We lost people. So many people. There were long days and long nights and hospital stays. Angry arguments with ghosts. I changed, in ways I never hoped for, or expected. Good ways, finally, for once. Slowly, against the backdrop of a world in chaos, I found my mind.
Sometimes, My Wife wondered aloud, what she did to deserve me. After some stumbling with my feelings, I eventually settled on an answer.
I’m a Rescue.
She gave me a Home.
And, so, I gave her a Family.
It seemed fair
This Sunday, my folks, which whom I have not had a shouting match in years, will come over for dinner. We will cook and eat together. My Friend became My Wife, and she took a piece of me and with it she made Our Son. There will be many hugs, and no violence. Good Things Happened.
I don’t know who needs to hear this, but you don’t know what the future holds.
don’t give up yet, ok?
It could get good, even.
I call that state of mind “THE PIT,” in which there is no sunlight and no horizon and everything is wet and cold. I know the inside of The Pit very well, friend, and I know better than to tell you to believe. Instead, because I am vicious and cruel, I will ask you to do something very hard: keep reading, over and over, as many times as you need; and keep Looking: for the hand that will pull you out. And when it comes, you reach for that hand and you pull as hard as you can, ok?
My Life was Gifted to me. I did not Earn it, and by any fair Accounting I did not Deserve it. I was a Wretched Man. She took me in and withstood my rage as she plucked away the thorny seeds of hate that my father left in the matted tangles of my psyche. She set my Inner Child free from his long imprisonment. She soothed my rebellious flesh and charred nerves until the pain and spasms stopped. There are many things i did for her in return; similar things, and she feels reciprocated. Grateful herself, even. But.
What possible word could I use for what she did to me besides “Rescue?”
“Who rescued who” is definitely in play a bit
The Future happens in spite of us, without our consent, but it is not actually our enemy, and does not actually want the worst for us. I am glad you found a place to heal. Enjoy getting better.
And yet, AND YET;
Magic & Sunshine & Rainbows did in fact come to pass! A hunk of goo became a Person! The rains fell upon my garden and the sun came out and there were dazzling lights! and a woman who never expected anyone to bring her flowers woke up to hundreds, growing outside her window, for months on end, within view! She watched a person she had made gain consciousness and language and opinions! She watched a man more handsome than she had ever dared to hope for emerge from the sopping beast that she’d rescued and tattoo a fucking ring on his finger. I became a Druid and took up my Holy Work, giving myself Purpose beyond this lifetime! THERE HAS BEEN SO MUCH MAGIC YOU HAVE NO IDEA
It is perhaps optimistic of me to hope for such Magic for everyone, but part of why My Wife loves me is my militant optimism; and so I say:
The Rains bring the Rainbows; and the Flowers are made of Magic, just like the People; and the thing about the Sunshine is that it is always there; you just can’t see it sometimes, because you’re on the wrong side of the world, or trapped under miles of water; but the Sunlight never actually goes away. Folks just get stuck is all. Help them back into the light when you can.
