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self-compassion: an antidote to shame mb

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This phrase has already entered my vocabulary re: media criticism where like. The viewer has a concrete view of what they expect a story to be based on the tropes and cliches they’re used to seeing together, and when that doesn’t happen, they judge it as a failed depiction of what they assumed it was going to be instead of judging it as what it actually is.

“This show is problematic because the hero didn’t kill the villain at the end”: When does he steal the bread?

“These two characters who were close friends throughout the series don’t kiss at the end! What the fuck?”: When does he steal the bread?

“This feels like it’s missing a conclusion! Like, the protagonist does bad stuff and because of a critical decision he makes as a result of his major character flaws, meets tragedy in the end! Where’s the part where he learns better and brings is love back from the dead and becomes a good guy and gets a happy ending?”: When does he steal the fucking bread??

I heard this out as “When criticizing something, you must judge it for what it is, not what it isn’t”

#this is why so many of us urge people to get a wider diet of stories

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vetchtibbles:

welcome to my farm where I keep my dark horse my black sheep my scapegoat and my underdog. my canary in the coal mine died ages ago

It’s a mess here: someone looked your gift dark horse in the mouth, led it to water, and jumped back on it. Your ducks aren’t in a row, someone counted the chickens before they hatched. Your geese are silly, your brown cows aren’t explaining how, and every one of these sheep is a wolf but they don’t even notice with the amount of wool over their eyes. I’m fining you one million gold coins.

it was the goat blame the goat

didnt even mention the elephant

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allthingsunh0ly:

hate when you mishear a lyric and look it up and yours is better

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I feel confident enough to post these now. A collection of all the existing posters after some edits from the other post that got 13k notes! These are full size/quality. Go nuts.

You may use them for wallpapers, tabletop campaigns, whatever. Consider tipping me or buying a print or sticker on ko-fi here! If you do use them, let me know what for, or send pictures!

@ominous-signs

Official ominous sign(s)

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andhumanslovedstories:

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Maybe 2026 is the year I get good at rubix cubes. or perhaps yo-yos.

Pick a very achievable new year resolution

Write a sonnet, sestina, terza rima, or villanelle

Fingerpaint a self-portrait

Read a book from your birth year

Identify ten plants and/or animals that you can observe in your neighborhood

Learn how to say “hello” and “I will never die” in 10 different languages

Research the history of your favorite food

Give yourself a full sleeve of temporary tattoos

Dig a hole

Compile a list of 50 things you think are beautiful

Listen to a ska album

Observe a day’s sunrise and then sunset

Solve a rubix cube. Twice.

See Results

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locked the fuck in get my money up

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Happy New Year! I’m starting my year with baked eggs, ham, coffee, and a book it’s going to take me a whole year to read.

oh hey and it’s such a beautiful object too!

Front cover of This Year: 365 songs annotated. A book of days, by John Darnielle. Matte black cover with ornate off-white serif text.ALT
Beneath the paper, the front surface of the book is embossed with an image of a vintage radio transistor.ALT
Inside the front cover, a beautiful colour illustration of a remote dusty road. A yellow motorcycle is parked at the side, and the sky is wide and cloudless blue, pale at the horizon.ALT
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rothmansblues:

we’re about 60 days away from 2013 just think about that for a sec

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The Butterfly Boy: a Fairytale.

A fairytale about the feeling of waiting on the edge of massive existential societal tragedies you are powerless to prevent, the way that we scapegoat the victims of broader societal failures as if they were the Cause, and the way that we treat children who will never grow into a “conventional” adulthood.

Thank you to everyone who followed along as I was sharing the pages for these past couple months! <3 :_:

Oh it’s lovely!