Felt. Seen. Heard. Not to mention how guilt for commuting minor misdeeds and getting reprimanded feels like someone sticking hot iron in your central nervous system.
Like I know it’s not that big of a deal in the grand scheme of things, but before I spent almost a decade in therapy, shame and guilt and embarrassment were so visceral that the feeling was unbearable, beyond the point of a physical cringe, but to the degree that I felt the need to flee, to run and hide. Remove myself from whatever is causing the sensation post-haste.
They still are sometimes. Not often, but occasionally they still are.
Do you know how hard it is to “be yourself” when the very concept of potentially even feeling embarrassed reminds you of being splashed with boiling water? When I want to dance or sing, or feel or do something in front of people out of goofiness or joy, but the fear of feeling embarrassed at all stops you? The fear of a misstep? The fear of other people’s thoughts? The ones you can’t hear, but god, you know they’re there?
It’s awful.
Sometimes I wonder if I’ve ever been unapologetically myself outside of my room, if anyone has ever even truly seen me and my mind work like a clock made of glass, or if I present myself to the world as a shard of a shell, not even a sliver of who I am for fear of my own embarrassment.
see realistically i'm aware that people often block others for minor things that have no moral standing. this is a healthy and normal thing to do to curate your online experience. i do this myself. however, when i've been blocked by someone it's clearly because i've committed some deep immoral sin that they've uncovered and it's only a matter of time before it comes out and everyone turns against me for my horrible actions. obviously.
Is this traditional or do you have some mean ass texture brushes brother?
Yknow this is why I got embarrassed when I played with the doors open. Sorry, I know you’d look at me weird if you saw a little girl about to hang a traitorous stuffed dog for his many war crimes with a string of cheap marti gras beads in front of the doorway with an audience, authority figures, last words rites, and all. I’ve built a society with birth, death, tragedy, relief, societial expectations, rituals, and traditions.
You wouldn’t be able to keep up. To you it’d just look weird. To me, it is the most invigorating story and I’m having a fucking blast.
Then of course they came back from the dead and have a revenge arc, because they were a wrongful convict.
Suck it, loser. I’m having fun.
(There was also this one time I made literal armor for my stuffed elephant out of ball bearings and magnets because I was obsessed with them as a kid. I was gonna make them go to war. Then the magnets collapsed in on eachother and were nearly impossible to remove because of the shear number of magnets I used. I could barely lift it to get my parents to help me. )
i love in fantasy when its like “king galamir the mighty golden eagle and his most trusted advisor who would never betray him, gruelworm bloodeye the treacherous”
We await the return
He’s thawing…
For me there’s a few, I know this is not my ask but when you have hyperphantasia it makes this stuff easier, so you be the judge op:
Still into you- by paramore
I’ll fight- Daughtry
Sweet Dream- Bohnes
Vicious- Bohnes (Es picanté)
Gravity- against the current
Holy smokes - Bohnes (definitely in reference to dad bod beanix, from mile’s perspective)
Numbers- the cab
There’s one song that doesn’t quite fit theme wise but the name sounds like a pick up like Pheonix would TOTALLY use on miles. If you don’t already know it, it’s “I’m like a lawyer with the way I’m always trying to get you off” by fallout boy.
Do what you will with this information💜
ahhaha would you believe me if i said im not creative enough for smth like this? my music tastes aren’t varied enough to make any calls… but! recently i listened to the simple things by michael carreon and imagined nrmt that just got together :^)))
Personally I think that miles only gels down flyaways because ain’t nobody got hair that sticks that smoothly to their head. I think Phoenix’s hair is just made of chaos incarnate which is why it happens to be like that.
You’re forgetting the part where they lived on land for a while, and then some of em said “naw fuck this I’m going back”
And then RE-EVOLVED AQUATIC ADAPTATIONS.
I love this
At the company retreat, one extremely drunk girl asked what my pronouns were. (Eventually, it took her a while to word the question.) After the whole conversation was done, she goes- "YEAHHH GURL, Get on with--with THY bad self! See what I did?? They/them/thy."
I was almost holding back tears from trying not to laugh as I told her yes that's great you nailed it honey. Thank you very much I am feeling the love.
Anyway I've been assigned Thee/Thine at Supportive Drunk Girl
Not to mention there’s a lot of cultural ties to the sheer number of cultures that have immigrated here, and depending on where you are, you might actually not just be feeding four people, but grandmas, cousins, aunts, uncles, and grandchildren too. Even more if you’re hosting an event. (Thanksgiving with a ridiculous number of extended family is a great example of this.) Food is a huge cultural factor as a result. Not making enough for everyone is considered rude or inconsiderate, because it’s like saying “well I didn’t take into account you as an individual, so that sucks ig, you’re not worth the thought” and you just don’t do that. At least you’re damn well not supposed to. Even to the people you don’t like.
Left over culture is huge in the south and Midwest (especially the Midwest, people will pawn off leftovers to friendly neighbors).
Calorie dense foods are often cultural remnants of Italian and Irish immigrants or American family recipes from the depression worried if they were going to make it to the next week, and are culturally important. Some of the Latin culture that’s immigrated in as well actually does sometimes regard it as rude to finish your plate (though that’s not extremely common throughout the US, it’s still something to consider)
If invite you to my home and make extremely meaty and carb rich Italian or Irish family recipes, I don’t expect you to eat ten bowls. If you need that much I’m not gonna stop you, but I’m gonna look pretty concerned that you’ve not been getting enough food in general to be THAT hungry.
Also, it’s usually considered a polite gesture to bring something you’ve made along to hostings and events as a means to contribute to festivities, and to alleviate some of the hoster’s stress about making enough. Also further fosters the culture of sharing meals and food as a show of good faith and a means to bond.
Seriously though it’s also really nice when a relative or a friend genuinely cannot keep themselves away from something you made because damn it’s tasty. 10/10 feeling. Like discovering the holy grail of pride and self accomplishment. A little sad that you have a clean plate to take home, but so fulfilling to know the thing you made and brought was that tasty.
Note to vacationing non-Americans: while it’s true that America doesn’t always have the best food culture, the food in our restaurants is really not representative of what most of us eat at home. The portions at Cheesecake Factory or IHOP are meant to be indulgent, not just “what Americans are used to.”
If you eat at a regular American household, during a regular meal where they’re not going out of their way to impress guests, you probably will not be served twelve pounds of chocolate-covered cream cheese. Please bear this in mind before writing yet another “omg I can’t believe American food” post.
Gentle reminder that when I say something isn’t my best work, it’s because my art brain does fantastic sketches in like grayscale or whatever that are usually extremely messy- the example I’m about to show is like, on its third or fourth clean up sketch- but the MINUTE I go to render it my art stops arting. Shading with colors? Who? Never met them.
And it’s painful because I was a color pencil artist WHO FUCKING KILLS IT with a set of prismacolors by the way, always have, but I try to absolutely murder the render and;
It become soup. I don’t know what happens to my concept of dimension the minute I render but something happens because as much as I want to make this sketch into a finished piece, the minute I try it’s going to look like soup. So I’m just gonna stop touching it.
Lmk if anyone else has this problem or how to solve it, cause….
I do not appreciate the soup.
I’m feral because I can’t achieve my dreams in love and I’m ok with that because it’s my fault. I’m an introvert to the max babes
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