literally the worst thing about any and all media is the unnecessary romance plots

Me: -googles Mediterranean cuisine and recipes from the Mediterranean region-

Google: do you mean ‘Mediterranean’ fad diet recipes for weight loss and healthy eating? :^) Here are some-

Me: No! Wrong! Incorrect! Fuck you! Fuck you! Fuck you!

so TIL death obsession/existential obsession is a thing that can happen with ocd

and since I'm very certain I have some kind of low grade ocd, ironically probably brought on by the trauma of losing a parent early in life

well, knowing this is kind of comforting

I am such a little bitch about having a sore throat

me: is a voiceover artist

also me: hates the sound of my own voice

when i'm having depressive episodes, i spend soooo much time thinking about showering and just getting worn out at the prospect than actually doing it. when i'm manic, i become the queen of self-care. baths. bath bombs. scrubs. creams. soaks. gels. with the robe and fuzzy slippers.

make it make sense.

why cant i love myself always!?!?!?!

It's me I'm bitches

*AGONIZED SCREAMING*

FFUUUCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKK THESE CHARACTERS ARE STABBING ME IN THE HEART

imagine all of this is centered and the typeface is correct and the margins are properly spaced etc

and to maximize the agony here are the headcanon players

clockwise from top left is beth, stella, felicity and julie

anyway get ready to sob ok bye

donna murphy and debra monk please forgive me i have no control over what comes out of my fingertips

INT./EXT. PICKUP TRUCK - NIGHT - MOVING Julie steers the truck and Beth rides shotgun. Beth sneaks a hand over and pushes the steering wheel out of Julie's hands. Julie takes her hands off the wheel entirely. JULIE Fine! Since you want to steer so much, go ahead and steer. Beth looks over to see Julie is not only not steering but also looking only at Beth. Beth panics and grabs the wheel, steering wildly. BETH Julie, drive the truck! Julie! Fucking drive! I'll leave you alone! Just drive!!! Julie takes her wheel back and steers the truck calmly. Beth is terrified. JULIE What happened to that carefree twelve-year-old? The life of the party with not a care in the world? BETH She died. JULIE Then cosplay as Jesus and resurrect yourself. BETH How do you know the term cosplay? You don't own a single screen! You don't even have a digital clock! Julie pulls into her driveway to see a distraught Felicity loitering in the porch light. Felicity's wails are desperate and harrowing. Something is very, very wrong. JULIE Dammit, Bobby Dean… Not again. Julie exits the truck with a gentle CLICK of the door. She moves to Felicity and comforts her. Muffled dialogue filters through the truck windows. JULIE Where is he? FELICITY I don't know. I've been here all day, Julie. You weren't home. Where were you?! JULIE Fishing with Beth at Blackrock. FELICITY I can't do this anymore… I can't carry this pain. It's breaking me in half. Make it stop, Julie. Please, Julie!!! JULIE Come inside. Julie leads Felicity inside and supports her weight as they walk. Beth lingers in the truck for a few moments. She watches a light turn on inside the house and makes her way to the door. INT. JULIE'S HOME - LIVING ROOM - NIGHT Beth enters to see Julie on the couch with Felicity's head in her lap. Felicity holds Julie's hand at her bosom and heaves with sorrow. Julie makes brief eye contact with Beth then turns away and wipes a tear of her own. Beth moves to the guest bedroom and closes the door. INT. JULIE'S HOME - GUEST BEDROOM - NIGHT Beth lies in bed. She checks her phone for the time. It's very late. She starts scrolling her phone looking at photos of her daughter, Stella. A KNOCK on the door signals Julie's entrance. JULIE I took Liss home. BETH Is she okay? JULIE She will be. BETH Ninety minutes she spent crying over a man! Have you ever of heard anything more pathetic?! JULIE Bobby Dean is her son. He's an addict and overdosed this morning in Albuquerque. He's been taken to a hospital. We don't know the prognosis, but he's weak. This is his fifth overdose, and, quite frankly, I'm not sure if he can survive another one. BETH Shit, I'm so sorry. I didn't know, Jules. JULIE I typically like to keep Liss here when this happens, but she doesn't want to kick you out. She's offered to switch houses instead if that's okay with you.

BETH Absolutely, yes. I'll be ready in the morning. JULIE I'm taking her to the city tomorrow, so you'll have all day. No rush. BETH Okay. I'm sorry that she needs you, but I'm glad she has you. JULIE Me, too. Goodnight. Julie closes the door and Beth lies back, remorseful. FADE OUT: INT. JULIE'S HOME - GUEST BEDROOM - DAY Beth wakes on her own. She looks at her phone for the time. It's midmorning. INT. JULIE'S HOME - KITCHEN - DAY Beth finishes a light breakfast meal and places her dishes in the sink. INT. JULIE'S HOME - LIVING ROOM - DAY Beth enters and stops in front of the drum set. She hasn't played in twenty years. She sits down on the throne and cautiously holds Julie's sticks over a drum head. With a firm stroke, she hits the drum and a loud BANG sounds. Beth laughs and hits it again. She slides into a clumsy cadence which devolves into dysrhythmic showcase of BANGS, CRASHES, and screams of simultaneous joy and pain from Beth. By the end of her tirade, she's breathless. It's a sweet relief. INT. JULIE'S HOME - GUEST BEDROOM - DAY Beth settles on the bed and dials her phone. INT. LONDON FLAT - NIGHT Modest design and housewares. Stella lies in bed scrolling her laptop. Her phone RINGS. STELLA Hi, Mum! BETH Hi, darling. How's your evening? Was yesterday productive? STELLA Going well so far. I have a night in. The shoot was good. I think we'll keep that client. BETH How exciting! I'm so proud of you, Stella. You went after what you wanted. You didn't let anyone steal your happiness. STELLA Least of all me. BETH Right. Least of all you. (with childlike glee) I played the drums today! STELLA What?! Mum, that's great! Where did you find a set? BETH Auntie Julie's. It's the same set I learnt on. She has new heads on the tom-toms, but it's the same shells. Wild that I remember that… STELLA What song did you play? BETH Oh, nothing. I made noise. But it was so much fun, Stella. I think you were about five when I sold my set, so it's been about twenty years since I sat down at a kit. I kept my snare, but there's not much you can do with a snare except smack it. STELLA But you never played it, Mum. You kept it in the wardrobe. There's a shift to a somber note as Beth decides to share something personal with her daughter.

BETH I played it, love. Every day you were in rehab, I played it. That's all I could do. I couldn't think -- just feel. That drum kept me sane. It bore all my anger, so when you came home I wasn't a sobbing mess, and I could be your mum. Because you needed me. I needed you to need me so I had a reason to keep going. STELLA I didn't know that. I'm glad you had it while I was gone. BETH Me, too. I'm indebted to Julie for giving me the gift of music. As much as she annoys me, and she is goddamn annoying, I owe her for that. STELLA You love her, Mum. And if you don't, I do. BETH No, you're right. I do. She is insufferable, though! Do you know she made me go fishing in my skivvies and then called me a two-bit whore? Stella laughs. STELLA Typical Auntie Julie. BETH I can't stay mad at her; she's too hilarious. I'll let you get back to your evening. You should get some rest. STELLA You don't have to hang up. I have a few hours before bedtime. BETH Oh! Right then, let's talk. They both suddenly have nothing to say. STELLA We're severely out of practice at this, huh?

BETH That might be the understatement of the millennium. Would you rather text? STELLA No. I think we should learn how to talk again. BETH Okay, love. Tell me something fun! Stella rambles on as Beth listens. She hasn't heard her daughter be so free and lively in a long time. It's moving for Beth to witness this change. LATER Beth hears the front door SLAM as she's zipping up a suitcase. She hears Julie and Felicity's muffled voices. She takes her suitcases to the living room. INT. JULIE'S HOME - LIVING ROOM - NIGHT - CONTINUOUS Beth sets her suitcases outside the bedroom door. Julie comes to help her carry them out. INT. FELICITY'S HOME - LIVING ROOM - NIGHT Felicity shows Beth into her home. Beth surveys the decor. It's colorful and odd. Mis-matched cushions and blankets cover the sofa, hand-stitched dolls and handmade pottery sit on a coffee table, a vast array of books line one wall, and everywhere are plants of multiple kinds. FELICITY Thank you for switching with me. BETH Of course, Felicity. FELICITY This is an off-grid property. I don't have running water or sewage. The house is powered by solar batteries. If there's something you have a question about, call me. Don't touch anything. There's only one bedroom. You can sleep in my bed, but you're welcome to the sofa if you're not comfortable with that.

BETH Okay. I'll be leaving for Denver in the morning. Where should I leave the key? FELICITY Julie keeps them when I stay with her. She doesn't like me driving or being home by myself when this happens. As much as I worry about her, she worries about me more. The gorge bridge is only four miles away. Easily within walking distance. The phone calls she's answered from that bridge… Beth recognizes the inference. She offers Felicity a hug. Felicity eagerly accepts it, then her resolve crumbles. Beth holds her silently. Felicity pulls back and starts to leave. BETH Is there something you can do? An instrument to play, maybe? FELICITY No. Nothing helps this. I don't expect you to understand. BETH My daughter is a recovering addict. I understand all too well. Felicity nods then exits.

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hanks and spielberg were like lets pack as much stuff into mota as in the pacific which did not really work but also make it shorter maybe that helps

the more alts you get as a female character in feh the less pants youre allowed to wear

idk how 2 explain it bc im so sleepie n my brain is mush as per usual, but it bothers me greatly when ppl take s2 out of context and make all of the scenes where will is explicitly upset with how people treat him after his trauma abt anything else... like yes scenes can have multiple meanings espesh in retrospect but... to just ignore the context and his words entirely... it doesn't sit right with me. bc the truth is tht being Mentally Unwell or someone that has been Changed by the horrific things tht have happened to u in such a way tht u can never go back to who you were—not even just because of ur scars, but bc when other ppl look at you now that's all that they see and they won't let you be anything else either—does sometimes make u feel like a freak. it does make u feel like u don't fit in. it does make u feel like a mistake. and it is absolutely aggravated by people treating you differently even though you're still just you or trying desperately to move on or trying very hard to be normal. and it's like. it just doesn't feel Right or even true to the source material to make all of will's struggles abt his sexuality. he was fucking kidnapped, hunted, and starved out for a week in a whole other dimension by some terrifying monster. then he was stalked, violated, and possessed by another monster that killed bob, dozens of people, hurt his mom, and used him to try to kill everyone he loves. like. of course this kid is fucked in the head. of course he has ptsd and other things that make him feel different from other people. no matter what, he WILL always be different from everyone else because HE'S the one that these things happened to. the only other person who could have maybe an inkling of understanding is billy and he's fucking dead. like. of course being different makes him feel like a mistake sometimes but it's mike always being there for him, helping him, never once babying him, and believing in him and his ability to be strong and brave and save himself that makes him feel better for it and gives him the courage to fight on. like. BIGGEST WALL OF TEXT EVER BUT IT JUST UPSETS ME SO MUCH. HIS SEXUALITY IS NOT THE ONLY THING THAT MAKES HIM DIFFERENT. S2 MAKES THIS VERY CLEAR. THEY LITERALLY SAY IT. HE LITERALLY SAYS IT. AND YET—