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was drunk at my friend's place yesterday and her bf was given some throwing knives, played around for a bit and i still got it 🧐 that was my last push to get back into knife throwing, haven't been into it since i was 17/18 lol. i ordered these ૮ ᴖﻌᴖა

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can't stop fucking thinking about sun/moon shuggy bc shanks is the sun always and buggy is forever the moon. buggy will never be the sun, he will never shine as brilliantly as shanks or anyone else. and the moon makes no light of it's own!!!! it only shines bc the sun's light reflects off of it!!!! buggy never shines by himself!!! he will never make his own light!!! buggy who is always second best, shining only from the light shanks gives him. even worse, you only ever see half of the moon illuminated at one time!!!! shanks who gives buggy the light he needs to shine but only for certain parts of buggy!!!! never all of him!!!!! buggy never shines fully and he never will bc buggy is the moon, he isn't a star or a comet or a meteor, he's a moon and moons don't shine by themselves. and buggy who devotes himself to shanks bc he wants to shine, by god he wants it so badly he aches somedays, but shanks is the golden child, shining with splendor, and buggy knows when to stop fighting a losing battle. he sticks around for years drawn in by the gravity of shanks' orbit until loguetown, and as his captain's head hits the ground, buggy feels himself splinter into thousands of little meteoroids. he leaves shanks standing in the rain and thinks to himself, i will shine by myself or i will die trying

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a little something for whoever else is still wearing a mask out there!!! please sound off in the tags/replies/reblogs/etc i need to know i am not alone!!! being covid conscious in 2023 is Exhausting but anything that might make the pharmacist giving you your vaccine feel just a little embarrassed for having their whole face out in a healthcare setting is a win in my opinion. and you will also be supporting a disabled artist (me)!!!

I'm still thinking about temporarily long-distance Milo/Sweetheart.

It’s my birthday today!

for me the "Miguel as a cult leader or the ruling class" readings start to fall apart the second you try and argue for there being actual material based relations between the characters, or being able to successfully segregate the spider society into a very basic upper class/under class (labour force) structure.

because like. you don't accidentally end up with these kinds of power structures. they're function as they do in order for power and material resources to flow a certain way and pool amongst certain groups of people. but trying to apply that to spider society honestly just falls apart for me the second you try interogate that reading.

the key point is miguel doesn't materially benefit at all from the labour of spider society - he IS part of their labour, and the only thing that labour contributes towards is limiting the danger of villians running around. He runs around on missions personally and does what looks like admin work monitoring the Spot, as well as reviewing missions and delegating additional workload to other people as a leader. this is not a guy utterly removed from anything we can try classify as "labour".

Even if you want to argue his "material benefit" (very much stretching the definition lmao) to operating the society is social legitimisation of his own spiderman identity (something he seems to be self conscious of, if exploding at Miles in the train chase seems to be any indication) by virtue of the good he's doing, that starts to fall apart the moment you consider miguel has functionally isolated himself from that structure. in what we're shown, he doesn't engage at all in a casual manner with the wider society. he's holed away in his lab feeling sad and guilty - both emotions atsv takes specific care to portray in a way that highlights their genuine nature, by virtue of him always grieving alone and away from the eyes of others.

The very fact that he doesn't engage in a system he built to help spideys, that he doesn't take advantage of something that can help share the emotional burden he's bearing, forms the basis for the suppressed resentment he offloads onto miles ("And all this time, I have been the only one holding it all together!"). This character feels functionally isolated in his emotional burden BECAUSE he's isolated himself, because he doesn't confide in others. he does not materially benefit from spider society (aka his position as leader is not bound or enforced by something like wages, nor do you get a sense anyone else in the society views him that way) nor does he socially benefit from them, because he's isolated himself from engaging with them.

I’ve convince myself that the Alastor’s 1 (one) job was to keep Adam busy and he fucked it up.

Also, people keep saying Alastor fights like an angel -> fights like he’s invincible, and I don’t see it? Dude’s fighting like he’ll be pancaked if he gets so much as a scrape. At least for the first half. And then he starts showing off and gets pancaked.

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fall out boy lyrics that make me think of the places i grew up

this town is wasted and alone -- death valley -- when i visit, if I'm lucky i get to drive around, and the nothingness is crushing. You go to school, you graduate, if you're upper or middle class you go to college, probably the local one an hour away. You have to drive an hour to get to the good grocery store, twenty minutes to the shitty one. You marry your high school sweetheart, or someone you met in college, you settle down and have kids. You have at least one family member who works for a company you're pretty sure is still just a factory, even though they have fancier names for it now. I look out the window of my parents' house and i can barely see the neighbors' house.

you were the last good thing about this part of town -- grand theft autumn/where is your boy -- i left my best friend in the city i moved from and god i miss her so fucking much. Every time i visit it's like we were never apart. Every time i leave we both wonder if we'd have made it had i not moved away.

i can't remember the good old days -- 27 -- your parents' house is supposed to feel like being a kid, running around carefree. I have not lived with my parents for eight years but every time i visit i wake up with that same chest crushing anxiety and it does not go away. Even when i get back out east it takes me days to feel like a person again.

every pane of glass that your pebbles tap/negates the pains I went through to avoid you/and every little pat on the shoulder for attention/fails to mention I still hate you -- chicago is so two years ago -- i did not visit for almost two years, and then only did so because my grandmother was dying. Had she not been, it would have likely been so much longer. I spent those two years hating that small town, because i thought if i hated it i wouldn't miss it, and it all hurt so much that it wasn't hard to try to hate it. (that didn't work, because even though it hurt, it was still home)

I know I should be home/all the colors of the street signs, they remind me of the/pickup truck out in front of your neighbor's house -- chicago is so two years ago -- it's the little things that get me, the parts that weren't so bad, the parts that were even good, the parts that killed me to leave behind. The first dance class i took out east i sobbed the entire two mile walk home.

whoa, can't do it by myself -- reinventing the wheel to run myself over -- this one gets me because every time everything just feels like too much, it's amplified by the fact that i did this to myself, i chose to move away from everyone and everything i ever knew, and it's therefore my responsibility to indeed, do it by myself

we're the kids who feel like dead ends//and the poets are just kids who didn't make it -- i've got a dark alley and a bad idea that says you should shut your mouth (summer song) -- literally all of my friends from home don't quite fit the midwestern mold, and we're all mentally ill creative types. We're in our mid twenties now and have felt like burn outs for years

I swear I'd burn this city down to show you the light -- sophomore slump or comeback of the year -- the same best friend from earlier. I worry the small town is crushing her and she's so, so bright.

the best way to make it through with hearts and wrists intact is to realize two out of three ain't bad -- i'm like a lawyer with the way i'm always trying to get you off (me & you) -- you make sacrifices to survive. Mental, emotional, physical, everyone's sacrificing something just to make it through.

it's all a game of this or that, now versus then/better off against worse for wear/and you're someone who knows someone who knows someone/I once knew, and I just want to be a part of this -- hum hallelujah -- the duality of living in such a small town where everyone knows everyone and still feeling like you have no place to belong

literally all of g.i.n.a.s.f.s. but especially: everybody wants to drive on through the night if it's a drive back home//things aren't the same anymore, some nights, they get so bad//i sleep with your old shirts and walk through this house//it's a strange way of saying that I know I'm supposed to love you, I'm supposed to love you//I've already given up on myself twice third time is the charm//threw caution to the wind, but I've got a lousy arm -- ioh was my first fob cd, and i listened to it on repeat the summer i spent commuting from my parents house to the hospital in the city to camp until i finally got an apartment. This was also the year i spent coming out to myself, terrified of the future and expectations i knew I'd never meet. I was also in love with one of my best friends and god it hurts so much for your first love to feel so wrong

I will never end up like him/behind my back, I already am -- headfirst slide into cooperstown on a bad bet -- when i first moved to the east coast i swore I'd assimilate and no one would know where i came from, but the second I'd open my mouth it would be "oh what part of the midwest are you from?" Over time I've learned to make peace with the parts of myself that are so unavoidably rural and midwestern, but there were parts i resented for a long time, because it felt like I'd never be free from where i grew up

I don't know where I'm going/but I don't think I'm coming home -- alone together -- i remember driving home from a college course i was taking my senior year of high school and just, dreaming of driving on, starting somewhere new

and in the end/i'll do it all again -- the kids aren't alright -- if things had been different, if i'd grown up differently, i wouldn't be who i am today. Also i almost got these lyrics tattooed on my thigh. Still might tbh

you were the sunshine of my lifetime/what would you trade the pain for?//and I just about snapped, don't look back//what would you trade the pain for? I'm not sure -- love from the other side -- leaving was, and is, so goddamn hard. Every time i visit my best friend, my grandparents, i have to remind myself why i left, and why i can't go back, and so much of that focuses on looking forward because if i look at the past too much i begin to romanticize the pain

scar crossed lovers, forever -- heaven, iowa -- i am so inexplicably, irreversibly bound to the people i grew up with like some sort of fucked up trauma bonding. Out here on the east coast, in the cities, it's just different. Even people who grew up east coast "rural," it's not the same. It's strong with friends from the city i moved from and even stronger with my friend who grew up in the same county.

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40 pages or so left of something leather by alasdair gray, and i'll have finished my seventh read of the year. pleasantly surprised by how much i've gotten through in five months :)

rahhhh i hate applying to jobs i hate the job market i hate interviews and building my resume and asking my references to be references

you are so real about the leafs main guys being underwhelming. I think Mitch Marner is adorable but the rest of them I do not understand the thirst at all

from some angles im like 'hmmmm you may be onto something' but then i see any other and am like mm no.

this is the only explanation i can see