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Learn the Art of Being Unbothered
We've all been there, a person dislikes us and decides to try to make our life hell by constantly provoking us looking for a response and a scalation to make us lower ourselves to their level.
Choosing to ignore these kinds of people and being selective in how we utilize our energy and focus is a crucial skill to develop as one becomes more successful, popular, and elevated. The truth is that this world is filled with miserable people who want nothing more than to bring others who are doing better down so they can feel better about themselves. It's up to us to not give them that satisfaction.
When someone attacks you, you must assess the situation and realize if retaliation is something the attacker is worthy of. If the attacker is of lower status, intelligence, or success, and is lashing out at you with unfounded accusations, the best course of action is to ignore their entire existence. This will help to starve them of the attention they crave, minimize exposure to them and their lies, and make them go over the edge.
Retaliation is something that needs to be carefully planned and assessed. It should be saved for people who have the means to do active harm to you. It's not something to take lightly. Nobodies trying to get a reaction out of you do not deserve the time of day, more often than not, they will end up making a fool out of themselves without you having to lift up a finger. Remember that and stay classy.
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Hatred is increased by being reciprocated, and can on the other hand be destroyed by love.
Baruch Spinoza, Ethics
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Undertale Yellow - Retribution
Metal Remix by @nyxtheshield
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In other words, it's the familiar hot sinking feeling experienced by everyone who has let the waves of their own anger throw them far up on the beach of retribution, leaving them, in the poetic language of the everyday, up shit creek.
Terry Pratchett, Sourcery
#rincewind#sourcery#discworld#terry pratchett#psychology#anger#angry#impulsive#retribution#in trouble#the poetic language of the everyday#in other words
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It's still... complicated
A continuation of this. For Retribution, this time. My Sidestep's name is Margo Becerra, and they use they/them pronouns.
I just really love Ortega's/Sidesteps dynamic and the whole mess of complicated emotions those two have about the other. How Ortega has made Sidestep feel like a person, like human, but that also made their recapture all the more painful and grueling as a result. How they crave that feeling of belonging that he gives them, but they also resent him because they know they never can belong, they'll always be an outsider, a cuckoo. How they had feelings for him for a very long time, but also hate him for burdening them with this attachment, for making them yearn for something they can't ever have.
And how Ortega has grieved a person who was so important for him for years, realized too late he loved more than anybody else, and now can't properly handle them being actually alive. The same, but also so, so different in a way that is painful to witness. And how he knows something is going on, that they're barreling towards something bad, and he doesn't know how to stop them. But also knows if he can't, he will not survive their loss a second time.
And uuuugh I can't wait for Book 3 to see how this all will develop now that in my ending it all has been laid out in the open, and they have to come to terms with what it all means for them.
#my doodles#fallen hero#fallen hero: retribution#retribution#margo becerra#ortega#ricardo ortega#chargestep#sidestep
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Retribution (2023) dir. Nimród Antal.
#icons#movies icons#jack champion#jack champion icons#zach turner#zach turner icons#retribution#retribution icons#icons without psd#twitter icons#filmedit#moviesedit#tvandfilm#action movies#actors icons
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RETRIBUTION - ZACH TURNER 💣
Content Includes: Mentions of blood, violence, bombs, guns, more blood, spoilers for the movie “Retribution”
A/n: My first time writing for Zach! We don’t really know much about him butttt I tried my best! Hope you guys enjoy :)
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Your face was covered in shock as you watched Zach's father hold out a gun. You were already scared, the fact that there was a bomb in the car made you feel sick to your stomach.
You really thought it would be a normal day, but you had seen 3 people die in one morning.
You watched as Zach and Emily's mom was taken by the police, teams of police officers chasing down the car that you were inside of.
You had no clue what was going on, and it stressed you out knowing you couldn't do anything about it.
"I'm sorry Y/n, I'm so sorry sweetheart. You shouldn't be here right now" Matt mumbled with a shaky voice.
You could tell just from that, that were tears forming in his eyes.
"Dad... Dad don't do this!" Zach's eyebrows were furrowed, his body shaking slightly from his scared heartbeat.
"Dad don't" Emily was breathing heavily next to Zach, his hand squeezing hers tightly.
"Dad don't! Listen, okay? He's your friend"
Your heart shattered with how frightened he sounded, but you couldn't speak. You were too scared. You usually loved the rush, but this felt disgusting and dangerous.
"God forgive me" The words that fell from Matts lips were unbelievable. There was no way he was about to kill his best friend. His long-time business partner.
You didn't know Matt very well. But you knew Matt and Anders well. They were always together at gatherings, drinking and joking around like they always did.
They would tease you and Zach about getting together, you knew it would never happen. But knowing they support your small delusion made you feel better.
"Matt! Let me go!" Anders looked terrified, the gun held up to his face didn't help it either.
"Dad! Dad! He's your friend! What are you doing?"
"Dad! Don't!" Emily was now clung onto Zach, tears forming in her eyes as she watched the horrific scene.
"I can't..."
You squeezed your eyes shut, expecting to see a mutilated body once you opened your eyes.
Except that didn't happen, instead your eyes were surprised at the train that rushed in front of them. Your hearing was interrupted by the loud sound of screeching metal and a loud horn.
Heavy breathing filled the car, a harsh swallow falling down your throat.
You thought you were safe, for a split second. But everything happened so fast.
Wood and glass exploded throughout the car, bullets breaking through the metal doors of the car.
A powerful cloud of smoke made you cover yourself, but instead of protecting yourself, you put your body in more danger.
The car shook before you could even look at the explosion next to you, pain covering your entire body.
Your breath scattered, looking at the bloody hole in your arm. It had all happened so fast. You felt a dart of pain and next thing you knew you were covered in blood.
"Are you okay?" Matt turned around, looking at his children before he even glanced over at you.
"Y/n? Y/n?"
A ball formed in your throat, the pain making your mouth explode with small cries.
"Shit! Shit! Y/n, Y/n! She's bleeding. She got shot!"
Your body fell cold, trying to control your breathing as blood soaked into you and Zach's clothing.
Painful whimpers fell from your mouth, feeling Zach's hand lift your arm.
"Shit"
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry babe, I know it hurts."
He wrapped his dad's tie around your wound, It hurt but his words made you feel better. Your heart started beating faster, and you weren't sure if it was because of him or the shot through your arm.
"Tie it tight, Zach"
"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry" You ought to think he was the one who shot you with how much he was apologizing.
You yelped at the pressure being put on your limb. Blood soaked through the cloth quickly and you felt sick.
"Hang on Y/n, Hang on. We're gonna get you some help" You gulped at Matt's words, your head falling onto Zach's chest.
He held you tighter in real life than in your dreams. He didn't want to lose you, you were his person. He loved you, he needed you.
His hand was covered in your blood but he refused to let go. The warm liquid covered the seats and it stained his skin, but he didn’t care.
It felt like forever before the police started to chase the car, Anxiety no longer took over your head, it just felt empty and painful.
Your vision blurred, noises and words becoming quieter and mumbled.
The car finally came to a stop, Zach holding onto your hand tightly.
"Are you okay?" A lady came up to the car, looking through the broken windows.
"She's hurt, please. She's lost a lot of blood. We need help" They didn’t believe Matt, but once she saw the bloody seats she had no choice.
"How are you, sweetheart?" Her face was serious when you asked, making you question her sanity.
"Are you serious? I'm dying" She could read your face, yet you couldn't read hers.
All you wanted was for the pain to go away, to get out of the car and feel better.
But you couldn't. The bomb made it impossible to leave.
"There are no bombs under the children's seats. We're taking off the car doors now"
They unscrewed the ruined car doors, a man reaching over your seatbelt before unbuckling it.
"Zach..." He gulped with glossy eyes as he realized he was still holding onto your hand.
"Is he your boyfriend?" The anticlimactic lady asked and you just shrugged, Zach giving you a small smile.
You were taken to an ambulance, Zach and Emily following not long after.
"You lost a lot of blood, but you'll be fine"
As if that would make you feel any better. You laid lazily on the stretcher, Thankfully the bullet wasn't stuck in your arm, so no surgery was needed.
Instead, you zoned out on anesthesia, stitches being sewn into your arm.
For some odd reason, you weren't allowed to leave the crime scene. So Heather accompanied you in the back of the ambulance.
"They called your mom again, I'm sorry sweetheart. How do you feel? Are you okay? Do you need anything?"
Her motherly instincts brought you comfort, something yours didn't have. She wasn't even in town, which was why Matt had to take you to school.
But you weren't at school, yet you didn't think your mom would even care to ask you about the accident. 30 minutes had passed and she didn't even care to call, they had to call her again.
"He's taking off, Mrs. Turner" Your heart felt empty as she ran off to get her husband, Zach, and Emily running Into the ambulance.
"Y/n, are you okay? How do you feel? What did they do?" Zach's voice was fast, making you smile up at him.
"I'm fine Zach, they just gave me some stitches. Are you guys okay?" Emily tried to smile as she nodded, but Zach could only focus on you.
"Emily, leave"
"What? Why? Are you gonna kiss Y/n?"
You smiled as they fought, even after the most traumatic experience of their lives they still bickered.
"Please, Emily?" She huffed before standing outside the ambulance.
"Sorry about your shirt" You mumbled. It was dyed with the color of your blood, a dark red covering the grey fabric.
"It's fine..."
He looked nervous as he went to hold your hand, reaching out before pulling back.
"Hey, it's okay. We're alive" You took it upon yourself to take his hand, his warmth giving you comfort.
"I know...but my dad"
You frowned, letting out a small sigh before readjusting yourself to be sat up.
"Careful, be careful"
"I'm fine Zach, chill" You smiled while looking up at him, his eyes basically drilling holes into yours.
He didn't get how after all of that you still managed to look so beautiful. Your hair was messy and your skin was covered in blood, but you still looked pretty.
"I look ugly, I know" He furrowed his eyebrows before shaking his head, opening his mouth before hesitating.
“You look beautiful…even covered in blood” He scoffed as butterflies exploded in your stomach.
You didn’t want him to notice how your face lit up with every pet name and compliment, but he did.
“This is a really bad time for this but, I need to tell you”
“What is it? You can talk to me” You gave his hand a small squeeze, pulling it closer to your body.
“When I saw you bleed I really thought you were gonna die. And I wanted to tell you this in case you did…”
You furrowed your eyebrows at his words as he continued to speak. The words that fell from his lips leaving you in shock.
“I love you. I don’t know what It feels like but I think I feel it for you. And I wouldn’t want anything this horrible to ever happen to you again.”
You felt yourself melt at his sweet words. But as he rambled you smiled to yourself, pulling his arm closer towards you.
“I get it Zach, I love you too”
His smile brightened your face, a soft kiss being placed on your lips before Em’s squeal interrupted the moment.
“I knew you two liked each other!”
“Em! Shut up!”
#ethan landry#fanfic#jack champion#scream#celebrities#cute#jack champion x reader#ethan landry smut#ethan landry x y/n#avatar#jack champion retribution#retribution#ethan landry x reader#ethan landry x you#ethan landry oneshot#jack champion oneshot#jack champion x y/n#jack champion scream#ethan landry fluff#jack champion fluff#ethan landry angst#jack champion angst#jack champion fanfic#jack champion headcannons#Zach jack champion#zach turner#Zach Turner Jack champion#retribution movie#scream franchise#scream 6
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it doesn't hurt, Horatio. don't let them say it hurts.
Hornblower: Retribution (2001)
#Hornblower#Horatio Hornblower#Hornblower: Retribution#Archie Kennedy#Retribution (episode)#Retribution#hornbloweredit#tvedit#GIF#my gifs#Danny watches Hornblower
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I posted an unfinished, cropped version of this a few months back but never the finished piece.
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🥰That damn smile get’s me every damn time🥰
#jack champion#Jack <3#Jack!!!!#love him#that damn smile#it get’s me every damn time#love him with all my heart#love you#spider soccoro#miles spider socorro#ethan landry#ethan kirsch#zach turner#retribution#avatar the way of water#avatar way of water#avatar 2#scream vi#scream iv#scream 6#scream vi cast#avatar 2 cast#retribution cast#freaky tales#him <3#my love#he has the cutest smile#his smile#I’m in love#love him with my whole heart
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Kiyoshi Kurosawa
- Retribution
2006
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We want D-Trump!!!👏👏
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As long as blow is followed by counter-blow, catastrophe is perpetuated.
Theodor W. Adorno, Minima Moralia, 33
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Retribution (1987)
#retribution#my posts#horror#horror film#horror movies#1980s horror#80s horror#supernatural horror#revenge movies#scary movies#ghosts#creepy#1980s movies#80s movies#film#movies#horrorcaps#horrorstills#screencaps#guy magar#dennis lipscomb#suzanne snyder#cult movies#movie titles#title screen#horror community#supernatural#horroredit
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Jack Champion in Freaky Tales pics from IMDb.
I missed his mullet era. It would be so funny if he played yet another sassy little guy with daddy issues.
#I need his character name and I need it now#hes so pretty#it’s probably like Tyler or something#jack champion#freaky tales#freaky tales movie#pedro pascal#Ethan Landry#scream movie#scream 6#avatar the way of water#atwow#spider socorro#retribution#zach turner#freaky tales 2024
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only one of you is going to make it and you’re afraid it's going to be you, or, alternatively: you are standing by the tragic hero and it is looking rough out there-
( @lasilhouetteinbianco i did it there’s moby. whoo)
A History of My Brief Body, Billy-Ray Belcourt | Antigonick, Sophokles trans. Anne Carson | The Little Prince, Antoine de Saint-Exupéry | Doña Juana “la Loca” (1877), Francisco Pradilla | Giovanni’s Room, James Baldwin | THE TRAGIC HERO UPON REACHING THE END OF THE SCRIPT REALIZES HE HAS BEEN DEAD THIS WHOLE TIME, Joan Tierney | Wishbone, Richard Siken | Orpheus and Eurydice, George Frederic Watts | Bitter Water, The Oh Hellos | Sonnet 116, William Shakespeare | YOUR LOVE FINDS ITS WAY BACK, Sierra Mulder | Nymphs Finding the Head of Orpheus (detail, 1905), John William Waterhouse | Wishbone, Richard Siken | Richard Siken, in an interview with James Hall | Moby Dick, Herman Melville | Weeping Nude (1913-14), Edvard Munch | Love and Pain (1895), Edvard Munch | Metamorphoses, Ovid
[ID: An assortment of various quotes, lyrics, and paintings from a variety of sources.
1. To love someone / is firstly to confess: I’m prepared / to be devastated by you.
2. Ismene: I can help you suffer. // Antigone: No. // Ismene: I can give you reasons not to die. // Antigone: No.
3. And he took me by the hand. But he was still worrying. “It was wrong of you to come. You will suffer. I shall look like I was dead, and that will not be true...” I said nothing.
4. A painting of a young woman dressed in black. She stands in blank despair beside a casket in an open field. She is surrounded by a procession of numerous mourners, as smoke from a behind her rises into the air.
5. What are we staying here for? How long do you / want to sit in this house, eating your heart out?
6. You are kneeling at the water’s throne / When preparing for an ending scene / It’s important that / Swords drop like anchors / Yours will never rise again / I am watching from the cowberries, or / From your mother’s curtains, as if / Through a burial shroud, or
7. And it’s another wrong-man-dies scenario / and we keep doing it, Henry, / keep saying until we get it right... but we / always win and we never quit.
8. A painting of Orpheus and Eurydice at the entrance to Hades. Orpheus, in a toga, reaches out to catch Eurydice as she goes limp and pale, soul having returned to the Underworld. In the background a dead tree trunk can be seen.
9. I am not a fool entire / No, I know what is coming / You will bury me beneath the tree / I climbed when I was a child
10. Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, / But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
11. My throat is a beehive pitched into the river. Look! / Look how long my love can hold it’s breath.
12. A painting of Orpheus’ head floating down a river after being torn apart by the Maenads. His face is turned upward, with pale skin and long red hair. His lyre floats beside him, alongside numerous lily pads and lilies.
13. See, we’ve won again / here we are at the place where I get to beg / for it where I get to say, Please,
14. Eventually something you love is going to be taken away. And then you will fall to the floor crying. And then, however much later, it is finally happening to you: you’re falling to the floor crying thinking, “I am falling to the floor crying,” but there’s an element of the ridiculous to it — you knew it would happen and, even worse, while you’re on the floor crying you look at the place where the wall meets the floor and you realize you didn’t paint it very well.
15. “...Sleeping? Aye, toil how we may, we all sleep on the field. Sleep? Aye, and rust amidst greenness; as last years scythes flung down, and left in the half-cut swathes — Starbuck!” But blanched to a corpse’s hue with despair, the Mate had stolen away.
16. A painting of a nude woman sitting upon her bed, hunched over with her head in her hands and legs sprawled. She appears to be weeping. Her long, dark hair, spills around her shoulders and into her lap.
17. A painting of a woman and a man embracing each other. The woman has warm skin and long red hair, which spills over and contrasts with the man’s pale, grey skin. She buries her face into his nape, and he into her arms.
18. But when she saw him in his hapless plight, / though angry at his scorn, she only grieved. End ID.]
#webweaving#web weaving#oh god this one was a MONSTER#christ.#woe be upon ye#you know the drill#retribution#thornwhirr#dustmill#hiuhcore#wubweaving
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