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moony-t0ast · 6 months
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qcon-tinuum · 11 months
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"Until then, Commander Maddox, I will continue learning, changing, growing and trying to become more than what I am."
STAR TREK: THE NEXT GENERATION - 4.11 DATA'S DAY
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sunkissedlouis · 8 months
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"can you pose for my instax?" / "polaroid pic for my 20th birthday?" 📸
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hamlet-not-hamnet · 3 months
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didn’t know what to draw so have this little exr metro sketch
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haven-foxx · 4 days
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MY EVERYTHING 💙🎶🎤🎀😍
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sheriiam · 1 year
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People: maths is such a useless subject, if you ignore the basic additions, multiplications and stuff, maths isn't even relevant in real life.
Me: Bitch explain this.
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nctsworld · 7 months
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faerenjun · 1 year
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random renjun pics in osaka
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hydn-jpg · 2 years
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inspired by this, with Trystan and my mc Noel c:
technically a repost bc the first one got flagged for some reason 🤨 but anyway i love them your honor
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babybluelove2 · 4 months
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what listening to too much lesley gore as a thirteen-year-old in the present time will do to you (if you are a female ben hanscom and also being stalked by a demon clown) (alternatively titled: i’ll cry)
is this anything ? does anyone care about the extremely niche version of the losers club that i made up in my head where they are all girls and also dating ? ive been having fem ben hanscom thoughts so much that i thought i would share. u can take this if u want to
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Ben Hanscom was having a bad day, to put it in schoolgirl language. The talking-to-your-mother-crying bad day, the she-holds-you-and-tells-you-everything-will-be-alright bad day. Except that wasn’t it. Because Ben Hanscom has had bad days before. Schoolgirl bad days. And she has learned to not go to her mom after them; it just makes her feel worse.
Anyway, she had this feeling, gut deep, higher-power-level, that this was not a schoolgirl bad day. That this was just going to be a bad life, at least for a little bit. Things were bad. She could deal. She was good at distractions, at keeping herself company.
Ben Hanscom was a dreamer. A Lisbon girls dreamer. (Her words; she had watched The Virgin Suicides once when she was eleven because she heard one of the characters was named Bonnie, like her. Upon watching, she felt connected to the Lisbon girls. Like if they were her friends, they would understand her in the ways her mother never could. 
Bonnie Lisbon hangs herself at the end of the movie.)
She was thirteen now, Cecelia’s age, and had taken to writing in the margins of her favorite books, the ones she kept close to her heart. She liked poetry the best, it described the things she couldn’t form the words to herself, the liminal loneliness that permeated her very being.
Thirteen-year-old Ben Hanscom’s existence was poetry and music. Because music could fill a room. Music could be laughter or tears. Music could be It’s My Party by Lesley Gore. 
According to the tobacco-chewing man who worked at the Virginia record store, Miss Lesley was “vintage”. Ben hadn’t known that by vintage, he had meant irreparably damaged. It’s My Party was one of the only songs on her I’ll Cry If I Want To vinyl that played all the way through. She didn’t mind much. It was her favorite song on the album. A basic pick, but Ben didn’t pride herself on her individuality. The things that made her noticeable in a crowd were the things she hated most about herself. 
So it was an It’s-My-Party bad day, although Melanie Martinez’s rendition of the melody was more fitting objectively. She sat on the cheap mattress on the floor of her new bedroom and cried, Lesley Gore singing slightly off-key in the background. Today, the middle of March, was her first day at Derry Middle School. It was shit.
As a sort of first-world survival mechanism, and because of her destiny as an empath, Ben could sort out the good people from the bad. When she was little, she insisted on seeing the good in everyone, but she found with moving and new schools and a distinct lack of friends that she never got close enough to anyone to find their good. Usually this meant a lot of neutral. People would blend into the background, the type to not interfere if things got ugly when the bad presented itself. 
At Derry Middle School, there was no neutral, just bad. It vibrated in the sound waves of her teachers’ voices refusing to call her Ben (“Don’t be silly, Bonnie. Ben is a boy’s name.”), dilating the pupils of her judgmental classmates’ glares. At lunch, the only flavor she tasted was the putrid peach of anxious nausea. There were no empty tables when she entered the cafeteria, so she stood around awkwardly for about a minute-and-a-half and then hid out in the bathroom for the rest of the period.
The people were mean. It took her all of five minutes to run into Henry Bowers, who told her she’d better leave his town before she regretted it, like she had a choice in the matter, and said a few choice words about her weight that would inevitably take residence in the back of her thoughts always. She slipped out of the back door after the end-of-day bell, avoiding him and going back to her aunt’s house, her new home.
The record skipped. It’s my party, and I’ll cry if I want to. Cry if I want to–cry–cry–cry–
Like a girl with a car-crash-induced stutter, the song caught on the word cry, over and over. It was enough to elicit a reaction from the distraught teenager in the room. A little on the nose, she thought bitterly. Ben rubbed her tears into her complexion as she went to remove the record.
She had meant to hit the off button. Someone else would say their finger slipped, but Ben knew better. 
Her book of fairytales was packed away in a box somewhere. It was pink with golden sparkles and a built-in ribbon-bookmark. She didn’t need it in front of her to recount any of its tales. Sleeping Beauty was her best friend in second grade, far more reliable than anything else in her life. She used to write little confessions to Aurora, schoolgirl-bad-day musings next to her hopes and dreams.
Sleeping Beauty was cursed to prick her finger on the spinning wheel, just like Ben Hanscom was cursed to prick her finger on the needle of her record player, only she didn’t fall asleep for a hundred years.
She gasped a breath in when it happened, sticking her pointer into her mouth where it was bleeding. 
The music was still playing–cry–copper was on her tongue–cry–everything felt surreal; maybe she had taken her daydreaming habit too far this time–cry–her mom always said she was too separated from reality.
The vinyl shattered. She screamed, startled, covering her face out of instinct. A shard lodged itself into her arm, right through her baggy hoodie. Another cut through her baggy sweatpants. 
She scanned the room, maybe looking for her fairy godmother to step into view, rambling about how that wasn’t supposed to happen and she’s sorry, let me clean you up, darling. Or for someone entirely human to tell her she was going insane. But she was alone, the sudden quiet buzzy and disorienting.
After a pause that ensured one of her cousins wasn’t going to come and investigate, Ben moved to the bathroom so she wouldn’t have to look at the vinyl residue littering the carpet.
She was crying again by the time she pulled the pieces of vintage Lesley Gore out of her body. She had stopped some time before and was paying for it. Her tear ducts had finally caught up to produce sobs that died with the air that struggled to reach her lungs. Her clothes were ripped, and she wasn’t really in a position to afford new ones. She was in pain too, though she didn’t really feel it; all of her senses were being eclipsed by phantom hearing–cry–cry–cry–
It met Ben Hanscom that day, and her life would never be the same.
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(@amorasalvatore i posted this whoops ty for listening to my ramblings)
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efloarchive · 1 year
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𝐌𝐎𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐙𝐔𝐊𝐈 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐀 [ . . . ] protector of the gates of heaven, visuals.
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jimmys-zeppelin · 2 years
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jimmy page, 80s
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jinstronaut · 2 years
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does he know he’s the loml
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shoverse · 9 months
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SHO OH MY GOD ur carrd is so pretty im swooning 😭😭
THANK YOUUUU OMG
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I haven't seen anyone mention this, but I've been happy about it for weeks-
Did it go unnoticed that in the Marvel intro to Multiverse of Madness, Wong has two appearances and Stephen has four? Because Wong is turning out to be really vital in the ongoing saga (hoooooray!!!). And Stephen...well...he IS the face (and anchor, according to Feige) of Phase Four.
Pretty damn impressive when the shot of Iron Man (may he rest in peace) on the long side of the letter R has been changed to the new Leading Hero of the MCU:
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bipolarediaz · 1 year
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How would you like the BP Eddie arc to play out onscreen?
ohhh this is a great question, thank you! I'll be honest, my biggest wish in 5b was for it to happen then, when his mental health was the number one focus in his arc, and I felt like thematically it would have fit best there.
obviously it has to start with his therapy with frank and bringing that back to the forefront. he and frank have been working together for months now, and realistically it would have been brought up well before now, but I really want to see it from the beginning of the arc and how he reacts to it initially getting brought up, so let's pretend it takes them this long to start discussing diagnoses and things.
one thing I definitely don't want is him trying to hide it from the rest of the team. keeping things close to his chest has been so terrible for him in the past, and seeing him be more open was such a huge part of his arc in 5b that we should be continuing with it instead of having him backpedal on his character development. healing's not linear (and I would like to see some backward slides with his progress at some point in the future because of how REAL that is, just not yet) but with this I really don't want to see him fall back on old bad habits. I want him to open up to someone--most likely either bobby or buck, at first--and ask for their opinion on things. they're the people who know him best, and he'd want to know what they have or haven't noticed that could tie in with frank's suggestions of looking into bipolar disorder. getting more than one person's input, especially getting the input of someone who knows him in his daily life and who he trusts so much, is going to help him to better come to terms with things than he would if he only gets it from frank.
and we all know buck would immediately go on a huge research binge about anything that he could find relating to it, which I also definitely want to see, not just because it's a good way for eddie to really physically see that he has someone in his corner, but also because it could be a good way in the writing to bring up some of the misconceptions and stereotypes without it just sounding like exposition for the sake of it. it would make it actually fit in with the characters and storyline. I don't want it to just turn into a preachy psa about bipolar disorder, but I still think talking about it openly is important here.
I'd want to see him come to terms with the diagnosis, and what it means--and ultimately, how it doesn't actually change anything about who he is. this was already who he was, he just has more words to describe it now and has access to better coping mechanisms and help. knowing eddie, he's definitely going to struggle a lot with coming to terms with it, just like he has with most things in his mental health arc so far, but I don't want to see it portrayed as this terrible burden he has to live with or some kind of flaw, something that's wrong with him. it's just... part of him, and it's something he's going to have to learn to live with and that he'll be dealing with for the rest of his life, but it's not a bad thing.
that's ultimately what I'd want from that arc. there's so much negative stigma surrounding bipolar, and it's kind of a taboo topic to talk about, and I'd want to see an arc that actively goes against all of that and emphasizes how he's still just eddie at the end of it all. that's another reason I'd want him to have at least one person he's open with throughout the diagnosis and when he's first coming to terms with it--I want there to be someone to tell him that this doesn't change who he is or his relationship with any of them. hearing that from someone he cares about would really matter to him, and knowing he can lean on them helps to ease some of the burden of his mental health, and seeing that reinforced would be great.
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