damn dude DUDE that movie is an artistic cinematographic masterpiece 👁🖤🖤🖤👁
damn dude DUDE that movie is an artistic cinematographic masterpiece 👁🖤🖤🖤👁
I JUST HAD TO BLOCK A FUCKIGN NOTSEE ON TIKTOK???
lord byron 🤝 beau brummel having cool nicknames / titles when their real name is fuckin george
Blissymbols s a constructed language conceived as an ideographic writing system created by Charles K. Bliss in 1949 and found use in the education of people with communication difficulties. Pasigraphy : is a writing system where each written symbol represents a concept (rather than a word or sound or series of sounds in a spoken language).
horrible thought tell me i am wrong did dean say cas' full name only 3 times ever once in 4x01 a surprised "castiel?!" to pamela, then in 4x07 introducing cas to sam and then in 8x23 when the angels were falling and dean called "castiel!!!" out loud to heaven. i am trying to find other records of that happening but i can't?!
I don't know why but every time i see Дpyr i pronounce it like apryr
Art history is so funny to me .. historians are like "the artist drew this to symbolize xyz" like is it possible that they just wanted to draw it for fun
here’s a cool story about me i’m sharing because i’m crossfaded and feel like it says a lot about me as a person:
one time i went to a winco at like 11pm with my qpp bc the winco was the only thing open. someone else in my system had been in a winco once before and felt it was like, sensorily unpleasant and left partially dissociated but, you know, it was 11pm and it was the only grocery store open, so i figured i could handle that. sometimes you need groceries and you have to make a bit of a bargain involving your own life energy, whatever, i do that all the time.
when i went in to that winco at around 11pm it was like entering a torture dimension. the intercom kept crackling. sometimes there was a garbled human voice. sometimes just a loud, harsh beep like a fire alarm battery sound. some of the lights in the store were out. some of them were flickering. most of them were on, and that might have been the worst, because they were the kind of Common Lighting that you usually see in schools, which, fun fact, was actually specially designed to make me specifically INCREDIBLY miserable, and it was echoing around in this huge spacious warehouse of a nightmare. a fun fact about me* (*us, i guess, but i specifically have committed this a lot) is that i am kind of prone to going insane in grocery stores because something about the sheer overload of seeing the rows of shapes and colors makes me Lose My Fucking Head. have you ever been in a winco? i don’t know if they’re all like this, but it was like a costco, only with shorter aisle shelves that do not have the decency to shield you from the site of the Entire Rest Of The Huge Store. rows on rows on rows of all these fucking shapes and colors. i’d like to think i held it together ok for a while, but then what feels like about halfway through my tenure in the winco there was a forklift, beeping irregularly and flashing a yellow light through the Entire Fucking Store somehow. you may now be wondering. ‘how long were you in this winco.’ long enough for them to start CLOSING, is how long. how did that happen? well, see, i can’t eat many foods that exist in the world, and i kept. fucking. spotting foods that i could eat. in and among all the Shapes and Colors. these foods were themselves Shapes and Colors, because when you are in a grocery store all of the food disguises itself this way, but i was able to spot them. it took a lot of processing power to do that, and also meant i was constantly LOOKING AROUND, ON PURPOSE. this was wearing me down. shortly around the time of the forklift, the store began closing. i was still spotting tantalizing new types of food i could eat. my mind was splintering. my memory of this time gets more and more hazy. time passed, and i was not aware of it, and barely aware of my own mounting panic, which for some horribly malfunctioning survival instinct reason was feeding my desire to KEEP LOOKING FOR FOOD. i started backtracking through the aisles, thinking i might have missed foods, and discovering that i HAD. i was receiving positive reinforcement for driving myself deeper into this frenzied state, staying, in my madness, in a place that was devouring me. i think i dimly recall announcing, in a very strained and probably alarming sounding voice, something along the lines of ‘I NEED TO BE DONE NOW’ and marching myself very very forcefully to the self checkout.
then the self checkout started malfunctioning, or possibly i was just at this point incapable of comprehending it. probably both, because it kept claiming we needed a store employee’s permission to buy items such as. dairy free popsicles. fruit juice. gluten free bread mix. and it wouldn’t stop summoning a store employee and completely disallowing me to scan items and i was ABSOLUTELY FUCKING PANICKING and unable to speak without getting stuck repeating a word over and over like a scratched record and finally the store employee who kept getting summoned very obviously either took pity on us or realized that this was the best way to get us to Leave The Fucking Store, or possibly probably both, and was like ‘do you want me to scan the rest of your items for you.’ and there were Quite Several Items, i had seen MANY foods i could eat in this hellscape of temptations. and then my qpp made the executive decision that yes we WERE going to allow the store employee to scan the groceries, even though some sparking fragment of my psyche was frantically insisting that No I Am A Functional Person Capable Of Scanning Groceries I’m Just Being Inexplicably Horrible Somehow. in my memory qpp was very sympathetically like.ok that’s nice and also we are letting the store employee do this. the store employee scanned the rest of the groceries and put in the employee code every time the scanner demanded it for all of our not even a little bit age restricted items. and we exited the WinCo and i was like ‘boy that sucked!’ and my qpp was like ‘hey uhhh are you ok to drive’ and i was like ‘i better be!’ and then i drove us home and we didn’t die but i did apparently take a turn from Very the wrong lane, which i don’t remember doing, but was informed of shortly afterwards. then we got home and i insisted i should be allowed to put away groceries and could do it on my own and then after putting a few things away i had to sit on the floor and shake like i was dying. and then some part of me remembered that possibly this was a panic attack and possibly i needed to chemically intervene before i had like, an entire prolonged psychotic break, because this might well be approaching that threshold.
so that’s the story of how one time i had to drink to cope with going to the grocery store!
Let it Be is 100% my favorite Beatles album. I listened to Abbey Road before Let it Be and I found I was rather disappointed by it (I tend to only ever listen to side one of Abbey Road, anyway, since I find that the only song on side two worth listening to is “Here Comes the Sun,” although I also like “The End” but not enough to suffer through the whole entire medley otherwise. LOL), and as soon as I started listening to Let it Be I was like ‘AH YES, this is the band I love.’ It’s so strange to think that my favorite Beatles material was a lot of their early stuff and then pretty much just their last album (which I count as Let it Be as it came out last, even if it wasn’t supposed to), although Let it Be is really, to me, some of the last genuinely worthwhile material they released as opposed to their early stuff. The light fluffy, early stuff was nice, but not as ultimately meaningful as Let it Be.
I don’t know, I think I just historically tend to prefer a band’s original sound and the times they stick to that even if they don’t necessarily break new ground musically. Any time they manage to stay true to themselves is pretty much guaranteed to be my favorite.
there is a lot to discuss here
((i think one of the weirdest parts of whatever the fuck happened, Asim is mostly just calm about it, and it’s like.... not that he forgot? exactly? what it is? he knows but like..... something feels off about it....???? i can’t even describe it))
heres something awesome about my globe. Because i know you all care so much about my globe. if you turn it a little and let it spin back to its resting position, on its own, slowly, it will creak in a way that sounds JUST like a cow moo in the distance
* [Angel], [Angel] * ARE YOU LOOKING FOR THE [Ring] OF [Thorns]?
I would like to point how the wound on Shigaraki’s hand seems to be a Stigmata, which per Christian Religion is not only a sign of possible sanctity, as it technically reproduces the wounds of a crucified Jesus Christ, but as well a sign of being devoted to a cause, to a faith in a way which makes a person be seen as a ‘true faithful’, someone who leads the masses and someone who sacrifices for the greater good. It also stands for the suffering this faith might cause, because of that enormous sacrifice this person is making.
In connection to that then we have Shigaraki here, wondering who himself is.
Therefore, this prompts the question of whether Shigaraki is transcending himself, and entering a sanctity state: he is invested in a crusade, a cause which is big enough to be defined as a superior ‘good’, and he has been through various ordeals in order to achieve this state. I do wonder whether his suffering state, and him being a Vessel might be a reference to the fact that he is the incarnation of evil (AfO) as people who have Stigmata are the embodiment of good, in a reversal of the trope, and that he is not himself anymore because of this fact.
I am not super convinced gary poste is the zodiac but idk. what I would like to know is what they mean by being able to 'find an alternative message' in one of his messages by using his name, and I can't find details of that anywhere
Ashley Zukerman as Robert Langdon DAN BROWN’S THE LOST SYMBOL (2021-) - “As Above, So Below” (1.01)
ive been studying japanese for 10 years and im still so slow at katakana