I never really share anything personal on here because I'm a pretty private person, but there's something so profound about getting passed down my Grandpa's old camera collection.
Like what do you mean he took pictures of my Grandma with them 30+ years ago? That the A-1 Canon that's now in my room was the camera that took my parents' wedding photos? I stuck a roll of film into the same place he did? The thought of him loving photography as much as I do is the most tear-jerking emotion I've ever experienced even if we're not that close.
I just got the A-1 Canon working again after upwards of 20 years of being unused and sitting in a cupboard. Hearing the shutter go off as I took a picture of my dog was something special, and I don't even think I can describe it in a way that makes sense. It was like I was holding my own family history in my hands.
I was genuinely surprised it was in such good condition in the first place - I barely had to do anything other than look over it to make sure nothing was broken and mess with a few areas of concern. My grandpa kept his A-1 in immaculate condition despite his pretty bad health; the same with his other cameras as well.
As much as I want to keep them all in a glass case and have them stay perfect, I can't imagine not using them the same way he did. Of course, up until I have to retire them for my own kids to use one day in just as pristine a state.
YELLOW MEANS PAUSE. GREEN MEANS FUCKING G O. RED MEANS STOP.
MUSTVE BEEN A HOT FUCKIN DAY. Y’ever been in a tent on a hot day? What about a tent made of meat? The air is so heavy with moisture that you could drink it, and youve been running the fuck around all day. Youre exhausted. And they ALL KNOW. The weight of just your own life is almost too heavy to carry, and theres still more to do. Just survive for me, okay?
I have a selfish request/proposal for a conflict in s5: what if they put a strain on Joyce and Will’s relationship.
Joyce is Will’s most solid support system on the simple basis that she is his mother, and we’ve seen how much the two love each other before. So it might be interesting if there was tension between them.
Maybe Will “everybody treats me like a baby” Byers starts pulling away from her, possibly out of teen angst/supernatural influences, and maybe it’s a little cliché but Joyce just wants her baby boy back and can’t understand why their dynamic is changing.
And THEN we throw in Will heading back to the Upside Down, something that is needed for him to come of age, and Joyce who is trying desperately to get her son back on mulitple levels. Except this time the thing seperating Joyce from Will is Will himself, and it may not end with the two of them having the exact same dynamic they had in season 2.
Not saying that this WILL happen or that it’s the CORRECT option but idk, I think after two seasons of seperating Joyce from her boys and centering her story around Hop, it might be refreshing to see her put focus back on her boys (including Jonathan!) again in a way we may not have seen before.
it is my mother's birthday today - so my brother and I are starting the day with a bit of a lengthy escapade to a far away little store that hopefully carries the one type of fish she ate on vacation when she was a kid, and could never find anywhere again.
we've been to all big stores in all of silesia, a couple smaller ones, nothing. this is our only lead. keep your fingers crossed!!!
this is personally my take on the symbolism of the wine bottle/bottle opener as based on a post by galaxitic
The wine as a symbol for obsession for a loss of control. For how Vincent feels about his fixation with Rody. Of even in a way a symbol for Rody himself.
The wine opener being Vince's semblance of control over that obsession. That he believes he has control on his feelings about Rody. But when he goes to open that bottle its not in a semblance of control but that of panic, that of impulse but he still tells himself that it's something, not realizing that with a sip of the wine he's consumed back. His rational is consumed. Just like how this whole time Rody has made him drunk with impulse.
How the wine is admittedly what does him in.
Vince breaks the bottle, breaks 'Rody' through a lack of control. He uses the bottle opener to try and open the real thing, drunk and searching for more, willing to truly give into his impulses and be intoxicated.
Vince has for the most part up until this point been bottling up his feelings, playing the part of mild mannered and in control (though his control isn't perfect. The rat, the watching through the peep hole-)
Rody taking that broken bottle in hand, takes said obsession and kills Vincent with it. Because a broken bottle is going to hurt you. Because Rody is so broken right now, shattered, reeling from the revelation that Manon has been killed. The love bleeding from his body and a hot demand for revenge coming to him that results in the burning of Vince.
I think this summer, in addition to building a new catio, I’m gonna try to get the cats out hiking more. This is just a big vent/ramble under the cut.
The last couple years we haven’t been out as much. A part of it is just mental health making it hard to Do Stuff, but also I’m apprehensive about going hiking on my own with the cats. I’m not really concerned about coyotes or bears or elk, but the prevalence of off leash dogs on trails still makes me afraid for my and the cats’ safety. I can do everything right and responsible with my cats and still have someone’s dog chase or attack us— both have happened before and will again if we go out. It’s just frustrating that other people’s irresponsibility and selfishness keeps me from enjoying time outside with my pet. I can only control myself- I can’t control someone’s “””friendly””” dog that is “good” off leash and *only* chases people for 15ft before going back to its owner. It’s not barking and chasing for 50 ft, so it’s fine right?
All that being said, I think I might try to do what I can to better prepare myself and my cats for encounters like that and actually get out again. I can tell Dave misses hiking and being outside, and my mental health has gotten worse staying indoors all the time.
Cat wise I’m gonna try to train the cats’ recall better this spring, and maybe invest in some shorter leashes to keep them closer by on walks. I was also considering getting a hard-shelled cat backpack and seeing if they’d like cycling. Dogs can’t kill them if we’re on a bike…
[ID: art of Mob and Unknown Percentage/Shigeo from Mob Psycho 100. Shigeo, who is painted in black, chalky textures, is holding one arm under Mob, who looks to be limp and unconscious, and using their other hand to hold Mob's, so that it almost looks as if they're in the middle of a dance. Mob, in contrast to Shigeo, is drawn in thick, messy black lineart, colors washed out and pale, and at the crown of his head, there are red flowers blooming, from which drips a trail of blood. His eyes are closed. Shigeo's eyes are wide, bright, and focused on Mob, red pupils visible. The background is a simple watercolor grayish teal, and from the left side of the image, behind their forms, abstract red foliage weaves around them and blows to the right, leaving blue highlights in the form of petal-like shapes against the background. End ID.]
say hi to me
i don't know, i just remembered being so much
brighter, i guess
cigarette ash like wildfire
burning holes in the nighttime
open scars feel like barbed wire
white lies flying high like a ceasefire
dropping flags on the shoreline
this is as far as i can feel right
'cause what you don't know can haunt you
and all we ever wanted was sunlight and honesty
highlights to want to repeat
let's get away from here and
live like the movies do
i won't mind when it's over
at least i didn't think for a while
don't drag it out
living like that doesn't mean a thing
so let's, make a great escape
and i'll be waiting outside for the getaway
it doesn't matter who we are
we'll keep running through the dark
and all we'll ever need is another day
we can slow down 'cause tomorrow is a mile away
and live like shooting stars
'cause happy endings hardest to fake
and i wanna let you know
i wanna let you go
but i just can't bring myself to speak
but this is how it goes
the end credits, they roll
this bridge was built over kerosene
but we can watch it
and all i ever wanted was sunlight and honesty
highlights to want to repeat
let's get away from here and
live like the movies do
i won't mind when it's over
at least i didn't think
so let's run, make a great escape
and i'll be waiting outside for the getaway
it doesn't matter who we are
we'll keep running through the dark
and all we'll ever need is another day
we can slow down 'cause tomorrow is a mile away
and live like shooting stars
you can wish away forever
but you'll never find a thing like today