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minniemariex · 2 years
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poor baby. getting scolded for giving the work after deadline is the worst.
it’s his fault and you can see rain acknowledge it. he’s not giving any excuses and just asks for it to be accepted since it’s not much after the deadline which was an early morning. when met with a refusal he apologizes and doesn’t push. he knows he’s in the wrong.
it hurts since he’s confident with his design. but also i feel like thai was important for him to experience. P was telling him multiple times taht things get harder in later years. and that he wants him to manage his time properly.
rain fucked up this time. he will have to make sure it won’t happen again.
his friends can see he’s affected by what happened. but you can see very clearly how he’s rejecting ple and her touch as well as invite to share things with her. things that he would deal as failures. he doesn’t want that with her. she’s just a crush. someone who he want to see him as a great person. so he’s not comfortable with getting comfort from her.
but then he goes to P. seemingly without even realizing. he’s been standing in the rain for some time. and probably crying. when saigah goes out to get him inside he’s first words are ‘is P here?’ immediately followed by ‘nevermind’.
and you can see him kind of light up when he asks for his P. and then his face falls again as he realizes that nope P is not here and he doesn’t know why he even bothered to come here. it’s not like they are close or anything. but he still came.
and as soon as P knows rain was waiting for him in the rain he goes to him.
also we can see rain is perfectly at home in Ps room. not shy at all. just comfortable and safe. sad and disappointed in himself. he lets himself just sit there and breathe while waiting for his P to arrive and help him through this.
and P does.
he immediately sees that something is wrong. and he knew it already since he knows rain enough to realize he wouldn’t just come and stand in the rain without even knowing if anyone is inside of the garage if it wasn’t something important and bad.
and then he does the best thing he could do. that is doesn’t say anything and just opens his arms and gathers rain in them. gives him a very tight hug.
and tells him ‘it’s okay. P is here now. you can let go. P is here to hold you up.’ he looks him over and then just holds him. tells him he’s there to talk and to care and that he will help him fix this.
because he gets it.
he understands and he cares and he wants to help.
he doesn’t like seeing rain like this.
so he comforts him.
but then he gives him the truth. that it only gets worse later on. that situations like this be it missing the deadline or harsh criticism will happen. and while that can be discouraging he can’t give up.
and you can see his care when he cames back and just pushes rain into his stomach to tell him ‘what’s done is done. don’t dwell on it. focus on the next project.’ because that’s gonna happen and you have to learn to deal with it in a healthy way.
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dirt-mccracken · 5 months
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As much as I want to be a wholly joyous about the fact that Henry Kissinger is finally fucking dead, as he deserves... There's a lot of me that can't help being upset with. With the fact that he lived to 100 years old. He got better medical care, better housing, and a better, more stable life for those 100 years than billions on this planet ever going to see and he did it specifically through exploitation, state sanctioned murder, and lies. He lived to 100 years comfortably on a legacy of violence that rarely threatened his personal comfort. I want to be joyous that he's finally dead, because the world IS better with him dead, but the reality is he won a long time ago.
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inkskinned · 9 months
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because sometimes there are invisible tests and invisible rules and you're just supposed to ... know the rule. someone you thought of as a friend asks you for book recommendations, so you give her a list of like 30 books, each with a brief blurb and why you like it. later, you find out she screenshotted the list and send it out to a group chat with the note: what an absolute freak can you believe this. you saw the responses: emojis where people are rolling over laughing. too much and obsessive and actually kind of creepy in the comments. you thought you'd been doing the right thing. she'd asked, right? an invisible rule: this is what happens when you get too excited.
you aren't supposed to laugh at your own jokes, so you don't, but then you're too serious. you're not supposed to be too loud, but then people say you're too quiet. you aren't supposed to get passionate about things, but then you're shy, boring. you aren't supposed to talk too much, but then people are mad when you're not good at replying.
you fold yourself into a prettier paper crane. since you never know what is "selfish" and what is "charity," you give yourself over, fully. you'd rather be empty and over-generous - you'd rather eat your own boundaries than have even one person believe that you're mean. since you don't know what the thing is that will make them hate you, you simply scrub yourself clean of any form of roughness. if you are perfect and smiling and funny, they can love you. if you are always there for them and never admit what's happening and never mention your past and never make them uncomfortable - you can make up for it. you can earn it.
don't fuck up. they're all testing you, always. they're tolerating you. whatever secret club happened, over a summer somewhere - during some activity you didn't get to attend - everyone else just... figured it out. like they got some kind of award or examination that allowed them to know how-to-be-normal. how to fit. and for the rest of your life, you've been playing catch-up. you've been trying to prove that - haha! you get it! that the joke they're telling, the people they are, the manual they got- yeah, you've totally read it.
if you can just divide yourself in two - the lovable one, and the one that is you - you can do this. you can walk the line. they can laugh and accept you. if you are always-balanced, never burdensome, a delight to have in class, champagne and glittering and never gawky or florescent or god-forbid cringe: you can get away with it.
you stare at your therapist, whom you can make jokes with, and who laughs at your jokes, because you are so fucking good at people-pleasing. you smile at her, and she asks you how you're doing, and you automatically say i'm good, thanks, how are you? while the answer swims somewhere in your little lizard brain:
how long have you been doing this now? mastering the art of your body and mind like you're piloting a puppet. has it worked? what do you mean that all you feel is... just exhausted. pick yourself up, the tightrope has no net. after all, you're cheating, somehow, but nobody seems to know you actually flunked the test. it's working!
aren't you happy yet?
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alatar-and-pallando · 6 months
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So, my spouse has been exploring his gender lately; he also just built himself a new laptop. Today he told me that he in an attempt to process some genderfeels through metaphor, he made a post on a trans forum along the lines of: "I'm a lifelong Windows user and I think I'm pretty good at it. I want to find out what Linux has to offer but I'm afraid I wouldn't be any good at it. And how do you choose the right Linux distro, anyway? Do you have to try them all?"
The responses, he said, were a mix of useful advice about feeling out your gender and useful advice about choosing a Linux distro.
I love trans people so much
Edit 4/8, in case you don't see the reblogged additions -- my wife is now going by Eve!
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candaru · 6 months
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no no. you don't get it. the reason I injure my blorbos until they can't walk is because that's the only way they'll ever let someone else carry them. the reason I curse them to be sick and feverish is so that they'll finally open up about their emotions while delirious. the reason I force them to overexert themselves to the point of exhaustion is so that when they pass out they can finally rest.
I'm doing this for their own good.
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catmask · 7 months
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does anyone have like an anti aesthetic. like something you look at and can recognize as a complete fashion/interior design/artistic movement and understand it but it makes you shudder seeing it. i am not talking like “its morally bad” “its poorly structured” like just sheerly devoid of joy for you actually invites a repulse response.
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stargirl230 · 3 months
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thanks for the light
I was just trying to figure out how procreate works but then the op brainworms got to me and 35 hours later here we are! can you tell I miss home-cooked meals :')
(no reposts; reblogs appreciated)
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tecochet · 11 months
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mary jane's husband and his boyfriend
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notbrucewayne48 · 4 months
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"aphobia doesn't exist"
bitch literally not that long ago an aroace youtuber animator was insulted by almost half of its community for being it
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forestofsprites · 2 months
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i think that sometimes the best thing that you can do is remind yourself that there are beaches. lakes, rivers, and ponds. there are forests. little woods and meadows. there are canyons. gullies and mountain cliffs. there are rainy days. dry spells and scorching blue skies. that the world turns. changes as much as it repeats. that feeling slow today won't stop tomorrow's high tide. won't make july's blackberries any less ripe
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wanderingblindly · 10 months
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devilfruitdyke · 1 year
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we need to destroy the idea that girls should wear makeup. normalize bare faces on prom queens and flower girls and cheerleaders. no products at all instead of '7 product simple makeup routine.' no more 10 step skincare and regular facials and dermablading and gua sha just to be comfortable with yr natural face. i want to see eye bags on the funny librarian and acne on the swim coach and wrinkles on all our adult role models. i want to see a 16 year old girl that has never tried putting on eyeshadow. i want to see a 7 year old girl who doesn't have to go out and buy powder for her dance recital. i want to see trans women and girls everywhere to never have to wear makeup, regardless of how well they 'pass.' no more 'contouring to look masc' either. a post-beauty industry world is possible
reblogs are on but if you bring up the stage makeup point that i have addressed three times yr blocked on sight ☹️
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melmov · 1 month
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I cast: curse of the eldest (can’t ask for help)
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pseudophan · 5 months
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anthony is dead: the funeral roast (paid content)
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akantorrr · 4 months
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verflares · 3 months
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meteorologists report sky just a little bluer today, and it's because skyloft residents link and zelda are in love :)
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