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a delightful troy habit is whenever i’m sitting on my bed and he hops up to join me, he ultimately likes to settle at my feet but before he does that he has to t pose in front of me totally still with his nose millimeters from my cheek as he beams love into my soul with his gaze for a solid minute before he’s like ………..👍Okei i’m lie down now. it makes me feel like he’s trying to communicate telepathically or conducting a biometric scan of some sort
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the thought i keep coming back to with the finale, and this season in general, is a sense of… infestation, i guess is the best way to describe it. because for the first two seasons, iwtv was a work that— even with all its gothic/horror themes— seemed deeply compassionate at its core, and it remained devoted to beauty and love in a way that felt like a reprieve from (even a small rebellion against) the rising fascism of the culture surrounding it. and now it feels like the hatefulness it was pushing back against has infested it somehow, like a swarm of fuckin termites, which has not only ruined this season but also calls into question the structural soundness of what came before it. like, how did we even get here? was this sort of mean-spirited derision always just lying in wait? idk. i don’t want to make a bad season of tv deeper than it is, but it does feel like witnessing another loss in the cultural battle when a careful, compassionate work that ostensibly cared about the marginalised experiences it depicted becomes just another conduit for hatred toward vulnerable groups. what a fucking bummer, man
my evil world self is the version of me that went on to become a psychologist as originally planned
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just watched the Odyssey
jaw dropped, I have been in awe for the past 30 minutes. I honestly enjoyed it, idk why I’m posting this bc I won’t have much to say rn I’m just at a loss for words. But I think it was a great adaptation of the story, I do know that some people will complain about small (and big) details bc that’s what happens when you make an adaptation. before deciding to post this I made the decision to look up the odyssey tag rq to see if anyone was as star struck as I was. Nope, apparently they had illegally filmed somewhere and threw (maybe thousands of) plastic into an Italian (?) ocean. -don’t take my word on this btw-
but it’s extremely disappointing, the movie was wonderful and an amazing experience but it definitely takes away from it once you realize what happened behind the scenes. That said I’m sure that not everyone had evil intentions, there was definitely love put into this movie which makes it such a shame that these things had happened. I do hope that people will get karma for their actions, but I also hope that the people who put their whole heart and soul into this movie get the recognition they deserve.
That’s my poorly written Ted talk
Aannndddddd…post
a long time ago I was tasked with writing a “TED” talk for my English class. I was kinda proud of it, I got 100 on it so it’s probably good.
What if I said I’m a mosaic of every person I’ve interacted with? What if I said you were too? You might be thinking I’m crazy or ‘what even is a mosaic?’, but I can prove it. And if you're actually wondering what a mosaic is, it’s a form of art made of multiple colorful pieces, typically glass or stone.
You may have been told a couple of cliche phrases like ‘you are who your friends are,’ or ‘show me your friends, I’ll show you your future,’ or something equally as boring, but there’s some truth in them, as annoying and repetitive as these phrases may seem. If you really think about it, and I mean really think about it, you, me, and everyone else in this classroom–this building has been and is being affected by it. A large majority of what makes a person unique is the people they surround themselves with. Your friends, your teachers, coworkers, classmates, and your family all play some part in making you into yourself.
If you still don’t get where I’m going with this, I still have time to explain it better.
Have you ever spent so long with someone that you start subconsciously picking up on phrases they say a lot? Maybe you started doing something they do a lot. One of my friends always greets people by tapping their pointer and thumb together, without realizing I started doing it too. I found some of my favorite series and games through my friends. I found that being around them changed me for the better. I adopted their mannerisms and speech patterns, and over time, we started making jokes only we would understand. My friends and family became a big part of who I am and why I am the way I am.
How does this affect me in my own life? I started liking things I haven't normally liked; little things have shifted just because of the memories I have attached to them. My favorite color is green, but my partner’s favorite is purple, and I’ve found myself using the purple heart emoji by default. I was never much of a brownie lover, but my best friend adored them, and very quickly, they became one of my favorite desserts, second to flans. It’s not that I’m trying to copy them, but by being close to them, things I had no opinion on became something I started to enjoy just because they liked it. Sometimes I did these things subconsciously, like I wasn’t even aware of why I suddenly grew so fond of something. My best friend and I started to understand each other in a way most people only knew themselves. We knew when one of us texted that we were bored, they wanted to call, that ‘wyd’ was really ‘can you FaceTime?’, where we knew each other so well we knew what the other would answer before we asked the question.
When I lost my best friend in December, I noticed the impact he left on me a lot more. His favorite color was red, a color i prevously couldn’t care less about, but somehow started to find a lot more of around my room. Quotes from him, things I made when he was around, and a dozen other motifs of his life in my space; a Spiderman plush, a character, a drawing, and my absurd amount of paper cranes. He wasn’t just a person in my life; he was a key part of it.
The friends I picked and the friends who picked me were people I saw myself in, but could also see a better version of myself in. I wouldn’t be the person I am today without the people who helped me get here. They all played a key part in who I am now and who I will become in the future. People come and go, but every person you’ve cared about has made an impact on you, no matter how small it may seem.
throwback to that one time I was at a precollege program and one of my RMs told me that I should participate in a talent show and give a ted talk on why coconuts are evil and I ended up convincing 100 people in a lecture hall that Moana 1 was a warning and that the reason they get a redemption arc is because coconuts are working with lizard people
