#i’d be so lobotomized

[carpathxanridge]

man doing all this research for my presentation about the history of misogyny in the field of psychology and like… it just hit me how completely institutionalized i would be if i were born not even a century ago. like conceivably even 75 years ago.

#i would be diagnosed with hysteria so fucking quick #i’d be so lobotomized #i say in a funny tone to deflect from the horror of that realization

[overly-hubristic-mad-scientist]

Meg is definitely more forgiving than me because if I found out my fiancé and his boyfriend killed my dad, brought him back to life, and was indirectly responsible for having him locked up and lobotomized I think I’d actually just kill them

#meg halsey #reanimator #dan cain #herbert west #that’s not even mentioning the fact that all this indirectly lead to her DEATH (and kinda The Scene but that’s Hill’s fault really) #I’d be mad with rage and a vengeful spirit #Even after I died I’d come back to haunt the dreams of those fuckers #And then That same fiancé who chose a random guy over you and killed/medically experimented on your dad and got him lobotomized #And indirectly killed you ended up killing/snatching the body parts of so many other young women JUST to Frankenstein you back together #And then his boyfriend also steals your heart to do fucked up science with #I’d at least become a ghost who haunts the house or the university or something #Bride of reanimator

[worm-f00d]

#Finally finished this pillow I embroidered by hand thought I’d share it with you guys #took me so long it’s like an extension of myself #lobotomy mention #cw lobotomy #tw lobotomy #embroidery #hand embroidery #cursive embroidery #cottagecore #worm food post #mine #<333 #live laugh lobotomy #lobotomize me

[sweettoothselfships]

what if i got a crush on a character from a movie that does not exist. for the bit

#“”””’for the bit’’’’’’’ #he said #lying #cazales cute alright if he played a possibly lobotomized italian serial killer with five cats i’d like it so much i know it

[babydarkstar]

honestly no wonder harrow forced ianthe to lobotomize her so she could save gideon. listen…LISTEN…if i was a secret-war-crime cult nunlet princess worshipped by my entire planet and the only person that (barely) kept me in check was my childhood nemesis—a butch a year older than me, towering over me in stature and physical prowess, and so hot it made my teeth hurt from how hard my jaw clenched in her presence, who wielded a two-handed seven-foot sword and had irritatingly huge biceps and told very lewd stupid jokes and also learned how to wield an entirely new weapon and be my bodyguard with startling accuracy in three months—only to have us finally learn to trust each other because we got invited to a magic murder mystery and then before the bubble burst i spilled the worst secret about myself that i was born because my parents murdered an entire generation and tried to Kill Her along with them and she just wouldnt die, and i told her this expecting a swift death i believed i deserved, only for her to fucking cradle me in her big butch arms and kiss me on my forehead with her soft butch mouth and just. forgive me for a shameful weight ive carried my entire life and then MAKE AN ACTUAL NECRO/CAV VOW with me despite every evil thing i have done to her……to have her tell me, in the end, bleeding and broken after putting up the most beautiful and glorious fight of her life, that she understands purpose and she understands duty and she knows loyalty more fiercely than ever now, that she knows who she is to me, that there is no her without me….to have her backed into a corner and make the ultimate sacrifice…..for me…..to recite scriptural wedding vows of eternity to me in her last wisps of soul-consciousness…..if i thought there was even a snowflake’s chance in the pyre that i could save her by turning myself into her very own locked tomb, i’d be begging ianthe tridentweirdius to crack my skull open and turn me to mush too, goddamn. i understand you harrowhark girl you don’t have to explain a thing to me. god said you couldn’t undo the lyctor’s bond bc it’d kill you. you told god and his angels that not even a lyctor’s bond could outshine the power of female spite and lesbianism and they didn’t listen. they didn’t believe you. but i heard you loud and clear and i was 17 and hormonal and hopelessly romantic not too long ago unlike those fucking dinosaurs and i’m saying it’s valid it’s what i would have done and really everyone should be thanking you for not being worse and more wretched about it, all things considered

#i think about gideon nav every day #she makes me want to eat drywall #shes so jesus shes so her own thing shes so god and savior It Is Finished divinity of love and sacrifice #honestly so much of harrow is so so relatable to me shes so real for everything she does #her little griddlehark meetcute au her little divine highness au #ive already waxed poetic about the harrow nova au #sorry to keep waxing poetic about this but i really am rotted about them #like im going insane. tamsyn muir when i get you tamsyn when i catch you #griddlehark #tlt spoilers #harrowhark nonagesimus #i am you as you are me we are one and two and two and one #i cannot conceive of a universe without you. #should i forget you let my right hand also be forgotten; add more also. if aught but death part me and thee. #I FELL INTO THE WATER AND NOW IM FREE

[dirtybg3confessions]

Confession: I am so down bad for The Emperor it has me down bad. I want it to destroy me. If it lobotomized me I’d thank it.

#bg3 #baldur's gate #baldur's gate 3 #dirty confessions #bg3 emperor #the emperor

[comradekatara]

if you had to give bolin a good personality/arc, what would it be? mako has (hardly touched) parallels as the repressed, protective older sibling. bolin, like katara, is the younger sib who wears their heart on their sleeve. but while she's a prodigy on top of being the last bender of her tribe, he has mediocre skill, and probably would get looked down upon as a mixed earthbender in neocolonial republic city. but instead he's just written in cringy ships that are esp hard to watch

this is a great question. the thing about bolin is, he’s actually a pretty talented earthbender. obviously not toph level, but you know, good enough to be a pro athlete, and to lavabend! the problem with bolin isn’t that he’s untalented per se, it’s that he’s stupid. katara may be naive, but she’s still incredibly smart, witty, and practical. no one in atla is straight up dumb tbh (even zuko has his moments). but plenty of characters in lok are dumb and serve no narrative purpose other to be annoying UHH I MEAN “”funny”” . bolin was actually fine at first. in the first couple episodes, he’s confident, outgoing, and optimistic, but he’s also grounded and has at least one brain cell. then i guess they decided they wanted bolin and mako to fight over korra but for mako to “win” korra in the end, and so they had to nerf (or perhaps lobotomize) him. which makes perfect sense, of course. it’s clear from then on that the show never really has any idea of what to do with him, which is a problem with pretty much every facet of lok.

bolin reaches his peak of character usefulness in the book 3 subplot wherein he and mako get stranded in the lower ring and run into their extended family. this is a very good mini-arc and exactly what i wish we had seen from mako and bolin throughout the entire show. i don’t care about their misguided career choices (apart from insofar as it is informed by their trauma), i care about their roles as they problematize the neoliberal fantasy lok largely uncritically glamorizes. not saying that all my favorite children’s cartoons need to be marxist propaganda (although……… im not NOT saying that), but their entire backstory conflicts w the ideologies being presented in the show, and they’re ostensibly main characters!!! so where is that tension???? why are we focalizing capitalists and nepobabies (sorry tenzin i forgot ur not actually defined by ur famous parents) when mako and bolin are supposed to be significant players?? and not just in a “oh teenage boy romantic drama” or “wacky buddy cop sideplot” way. in a “how do they reflect the themes” way.

i don’t really know what exactly i’d do with bolin if i rewrote lok right now (because i tend to forget he exists tbh), but i do know that he NEEDS to have more depth, nuance, and like… a modicum of intelligence. the class, racial, familial, and romantic aspects of his character would need to be teased out more and actually cohere. he would need to have feelings that aren’t simply played for laughs, and his role in the narrative would have to be more than simply being the show’s little jangling jester. maybe some people enjoy the “dumb comic relief” archetype (and if anyone says “but what about sokka? you like sokka” i will find where you sleep) but he literally has no depth. and what’s the point of a PRIMARY CHARACTER who serves no thematic function. his function is mainly to be proximate to mako, and of course to annoy the viewer with his wacky subplots. also i guess to introduce the avatar world to red pandas, but again, that first happens before they nerfed him, so im not even gonna count it as a positive. actually you know what? since the beginning of writing this paragraph ive given it some thought and decided that bolin should’ve been a communist revolutionary 👍🏼

#surelyjtemple #asks #bolin #lok crit #the last sentence is a joke if you disagree and dead serious if you agree. btw

[visenyaism]

bluebird: so the thing about my sisterniececousin slaughterkin orin is that she lobotomized me once and left me for dead (but she had to have known i’d be fine i always am.) It’s okay because i like who i am better now. Shes never said she loves me but she communicates leaving bloodstained delusional letters at camp and turning into people to trick me into talking to her so i think that she does love me actually. she has lae’zel but i’m sure we can get her back, orin loves playing silly games. she says father says we have to kill each other for His approval which would make me so sad. but i think it’s not too late to save her❤️ right?

the entire rest of the party:

#bluebird is in fact delusional enough to believe that they can save orin #bg3 #they sent the dark urge to liberal arts college

[eoieopda]

Hi! I’m here for your 2k drabble requests. I’d love to see a drabble of Hobi with the only one bed trope! 💜

behold: my hobi brain rot, lol.

the one with hoseok and the magic fingers

pairing: jung hoseok x gn!reader type: drabble | genre: fluff | wc: 1.3k summary: your company didn’t make the necessary reservations for the trade show you’re being forced to attend. now what? au: co-workers to ? | rating: pg13* | cw: none *regardless, my content is not for minors. minors or ageless blogs who interact with my content will be blocked.

You do not dream of labor. More importantly, you do not want a career; you want to sit on a porch with a stupid little beverage, enjoying a stupid little breeze. Unfortunately, as you know, capitalism. So, when your stupid little job requires you to attend a stupid little conference, you go.

This time, your involuntary non-vacation involves a trade show in Changwon, three (3) days of listening to men with half your experience talking twice as much as you, and one (1) meal voucher per day. In all this overcast, you’d found a single, silver lining: Jung Hoseok, the only person on your team that doesn’t make you want to walk into a forest, never to be seen again.

Now, Hoseok stands at the reception desk, visibly struggling to maintain his customer service voice. Across the counter, the hotel’s overnight manager squints down at her computer. No matter how close her nose gets to the screen, no reservations appear.

“I’m so sorry,” she all but cries. “I’ve checked and re-checked, but there’s nothing here for either of you. Are you sure that your company finalized the reservations? They would’ve needed to confirm them on the new system. They just rolled it out, and it’s —”

She trails off with a displeased wave of her hand and a grimace.

The new system is garbage, perhaps?

Hoseok turns to look at you over his shoulder. He’s grinning in an unsettling way, one that doesn’t meet his eyes. Subtly, he mouths lobotomize me, please, and you have to clench your jaw shut to keep your laughter to yourself. It exits through your nose instead, so forcefully that you have to pretend like you’ve sneezed.

He pretends not to notice.

Charmer that he is, Hoseok places his fingers down against the counter — gently, distinctly non-threatening — and lays it on thick. “Are there really no rooms available? Not even a supply closet with some cots?”

Those sparkling doe eyes should’ve earned him the presidential suite, but they don’t.

“No, sir.” The manager frowns. “But there’s a — umm — establishment two streets over that’s sure to have space. It’s — ehh — quaint?”

For the first time, you peep, “Is that a statement or a question?”

The manager goes beet red.

With a twitch at the corner of his mouth, Hoseok looks at you. As he does, one eyebrow flexes briefly in a way that makes you a little bit flustered. Worse, he winks when he laughs, “There’s your answer, I suppose. Shall we establish ourselves, then?”

———

It took longer than it should’ve to locate the motel in question, and even longer for the pair of you to force yourselves out of Hoseok’s Kia. When you finally slid out of his passenger seat, you turned to grab your suitcase from his trunk— only to find that he’d beaten you to it. He’d ignored the way you frowned, sauntered right by you with your luggage rolling behind him.

“D’you think anyone’s ever died in here?” He’d mused without turning back around.

You hadn’t bothered to smother the laughter bubbling up as a result of his unexpected — yet shockingly on-brand — query. You’d simply followed behind him and stepped through the door he’d held open for you.

Another reception desk, another manager bracing themselves before giving disappointing news, another pointed look exchanged with your co-worker — whose eyes were much prettier than you’d previously realized, in a strictly professional way, and whose slightly disheveled hair had started to fall back over the forehead he’d pushed it away from, and —

“The single is the best I can do.”

You blink slowly, having seemingly blacked out during the first half of the conversation. Unabashed, you cannonball back in: “Huh?”

Hoseok doesn’t have time for this, if the way he grabs the sole key off the counter is any indication. Shoulders sagging, he’s travel-weary and it shows. So, he dangles the key ring off of his index finger and wiggles his brows.

“I won’t snore if you won’t,” he teased.

———

The circumstances don’t truly click until the lock does; door opening wide to reveal the lone double bed at the center of an unimpressive room. The carpet beneath it is a dingy, cotton-candy blue. It’s so shaggy that it flutters with the breeze of the AC unit in the window, which horrifies you. The aforementioned window is sealed around the unit with duct tape and part of a cardboard box — and it’s damp.

“Stale,” you mutter automatically. “This is the motel equivalent of an expired Saeukkang.”

Hoseok’s laugh is musical as he sets your suitcase on the foldable rack near the thick, boxy television. He drops his own onto the ground next to it, though it doesn’t make a sound when it hits the carpet. With his eyes narrowed so completely, it’s difficult to tell if he’s truly perceiving any of the other decorative horrors around you. But he must, because he clicks his tongue, gesturing to the bed.

Eyebrows raised, you follow his pointed finger with your eyes. Immediately, they widen.

You scoff, “Oh, what the fuck?”

Affixed to the left-side nightstand is a small metal box with a bouquet of wires jutting out from the side. They trail down the table leg, along the seam where the wall meets the carpet, and presumably connect to the back of the bed frame. Your gaze zeroes in on the blatant coin slot carved into the box. Instinctively, you shiver.

Hoseok bravely crosses the room to read the tiny label on top of the box. He stares, disbelieving, with his mouth slightly open. Then, he speaks as if reading it out loud will make any part of it make sense.

“Magic fingers?”

———

“Do —?” You pause, pointing between yourself, the bed, and your coworker. “Is this —?”

Said co-worker has apparently decided to ruin your life by packing grey sweatpants in lieu of actual pajamas. Part of you longs for the bygone days of absurd and abjectly sexless sleepwear. Only an Ebenezer Scrooge-style nightgown and cap can save you now.

Bastard.

Hoseok doesn’t answer with words because he seems to sense that they’re lost on you; he just drops down onto one half of the mattress. Then, he has the absolute audacity to beckon you with a curl of his finger. You’re frozen — he senses this, too — so he proceeds to pat the space in front of him.

Well, if he’s normal about this, then why shouldn’t you be?

You suck in a slow, conflicted breath.

Fuck it.

Your pulse handles it well when you close the distance between the corner you’ve banished yourself to and the bed. Unfortunately for you, it takes a flying leap when you sink into the reserved half of the mattress. Not bold enough to face him — or, rather, be nose to nose with him — you lay on your back and blink up at the ceiling. Suddenly, you’re very aware of your limbs, so you clutch your hands to your chest, knowing full well that your mummified posture is ridiculous.

What was that about being normal about this?

A few moments of silence pass. As they do, you know Hoseok’s watching you — can feel him watching you. You can feel the playful tug at the side of your pajama shorts, too.

“Cute,” he murmurs. He’s correct, after all. They’re a dusty pink with a scalloped hem, and they are cute.

You glance at him out of the corner of your eye like a fucking weirdo, just in time for him to look up at your face. He smiles, then pulls his hand away only to stuff it in the pocket of his sweatpants. When it emerges again, he’s holding a coin that had no business being held in his sweatpants, but that he’d clearly stowed away in furtherance of the bit.

Pinched between the pads of his thumb and index finger, he holds it up between you. It catches the light while he looks pointedly from you to that stupid little box on the nightstand.

With a grin that makes you more than a little flustered, he snickers, “Wanna see a magic trick?”

#jade writes #jade’s drabbles #jade’s requests #re: the one with hoseok and the magic fingers #jung hoseok #hoseok #hobi #bts #bts drabble #bts fluff #hoseok drabble #hobi drabble #hoseok fluff #hobi fluff #hoseok x reader #hoseok x you #hoseok x y/n #hobi x reader #hobi x you #hobi x y/n #btshoneyhive #micdropnet #trashlibrary #2k drabblepalooza

[promptsfromthecrypt]

𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒  𝐌𝐘  𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋  𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑  𝐇𝐀𝐒  𝐒𝐀𝐈𝐃 : 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒕𝒘𝒐      ♡      𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎  𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜.

per  request  in  high  demand ,  here’s  a second  list  of    absolutely  batshit ,  out  of  pocket  things  my  original  character  has  said.    triggers  and  nsfw   will  be   present  in  this  specific  meme.

“ there aren't enough men crumbling at my feet. ”

“ knocked loose pit , but it's just me shaking my ass for dollars to ARF ARF! ”

“ i need to girlypop in the pit so bad. ”

“ i wanna beat my father with his own bones. ”

“ he is so mean and unfriendly , i have GOT to fuck him. ”

“ cream cheese wontons , my beloved . . . ”

“ it's okay to not have a valentine on valentine's day. i didn't have a father on father's day. ”

“ can i put ‘ gives great head ’ on my resume? ”

“ there's either a latte or vodka in this mug. ”

“ the sluttiest thing a man can do is wear jewelry. ”

“ sometimes you're just a 25 second ryan kirby scream away from mental clarity. ”

“ this bitch will be like , ‘ i’d rather die than have a complex thought ’ , and then text me at 2am to tell me the deepest introspective shit i’ve ever heard. ”

“ just know that if i ever slept with you , it was an act of self–harm. ”

“ if loving sluts was a crime , i'd do life. ”

“ i crawled out of my coffin like this. ”

“ some of you didn't grow up a stigmatic and it shows. ”

“ life update : cheeks still fat enough to be clapping when i breathe. ”

“ hey , sorry i've been radio silent. i self–isolated to be quirky. ”

“ ask me what's in my fanny pack. yes , it is spaghetti , and yes there’s also garlic bread. you never know when a bitch will get hungry. it’s my first aid kit. ”

“ when you're mean to me , do you stop to consider i have a huge rack? ”

“ i’m aware he’s committed several atrocities , but have you stopped to consider he’s my babygirl? ”

“ i don’t have mental stability. i have a fat ass. it’s an equal trade off. ”

“ having a soul connection with a man is so embarrassing. i need to be lobotomized. ”

#rp meme #rp memes #rp ask meme #rp ask memes #ask meme #ask memes #sentence starter meme #sentence starter memes #ask prompt #ask prompts #genre: comedy #type: miscellaneous

[strawbubbysugar]

hELLO??? UM IM SORRY?? DID. DID WE GET LOBOTOMIZED AS A CHILD???

or. wait... no. you said if the Procedure is done you can't have a soulmate again. did our mom convince us we had something done so we (think we) couldn't have a soulmate?? or a tried and failed kind of thing?

I am foaming at the mouth

This particular procedure didn’t involve physical alteration of the brain. It was very experimental, chemically induced.

It was banned about 25 years and nine months ago, I’d say, give or take.

#ask #funny isn’t it #how your choices effect those who come after you

[soullessjack]

to me one of the most fucked up things about godjack and that whole “oh Cas and jack are doing excel spreadsheets in heaven now isn’t that so silly” thing and whatever is like. why are you putting them back into the system that abused and manipulated them. cas was literally lobotomized and forced to kill fake deans numerous times to condition him back into being the blind soldier that angels are supposed to be. jack is considered an undesirable abomination by heaven and all of the original nephilim were basically culled from existence by the flood as a result of that undesirability, but at the same time he’s still powerful enough to be desired as a weapon and extorted as such. that’s totally not vaguely eugenicist! and like, both cas and jack were conditioned into doing horrible things by heaven, things that have left deep scarring on both their psyches and senses of worth. jack tortured and murdered another subset of undesirables, the nonbelievers, and the worst part is that he only did it because he thought he was making up for Mary. His guilt was extorted and weaponized and only led to more guilt. once he realized what he’d done.

cas was nearly complicit in the apocalypse and wholly the murder of Lily Sunder’s seven-something year old daughter, again bc she was an undesirable abomination much like Jack was . And he was conditioned into that complicity, tortured repeatedly into believing total complicity and faith in The Plan was Good, or not even good, just a vague and abstract version of justification. he declared war and committed genocide on half of his “siblings,” and comrades, because he was a soldier and war is his lifestyle and if he can find any justification for what he does he will do it and he was taught to value the end before examining the means by which he could get to it, because that’s how heavens system works. ironically I’d say it’s fairly close to Christian fundamentalism, but also capitalism and militarism as well.

Like oh hey, you were born into a corrupt system that raised you with no sense of free will, individuality, or personhood, and encouraged blind obedience and justification of everything in the name of some vague absolution? You belong to a specific group of individuals who are deemed undesirable by the system unless you can be extorted for its gain? Why don’t you just join it and perpetuate it with a few inconsequential changes instead of fully dismantling it because it’s corrupt by design!! yay silly spreadsheets !!!!!!

I know spn isnt trying to run heaven as any sort of actual system or commentary on real life systems, believe me i know it’s not good enough to do that, but even if you take away that lens of heaven and just focus on the face value show canon of what it did to Cas and jack.. it’s still so bleak

#I’ve been thinking about this forever #and especially now that I’m watching shiny happy people and seeing how Christian fundamentalism aand #and the way it melds with capitalism too. I’m seeing patterns . I know they aren’t there on purpose but god #spn #supernatural #jack kline #castiel #cas and jack #dadstiel #if I reach a little more I can connect Cas’ lobotomy to the systemic abuse of queer/mentally ill ppl in the past #the undesirables. #it’s just. ugh #spn angels #stuff #like am I crazy here . I’m crazy. im a crazy commie lol #but wow it’s just #Cas and jack both being canonically autistic too.. being undesirable in their own ways.. Do you see what I mean #lily sunder has some regrets #I’m lily sunders number one fan btw . love her

[frankengrlz]

i can’t help but think about what an interaction between victor frankenstein and herbert west might be like

obviously considering re-animator is loosely based on frankenstein, they both clearly share an obsessive interest in science and reanimation (at least for the opening part of the book, in victor’s case) but there are such key fundamental differences in their characters that makes me think they would clash in all other regards

first of all, victor is always quick to blame himself, even in his scientific pursuits. in his initial experimentations with the creature, he mentions how rather than blaming the scientific process, he blamed himself for not executing it properly. this is the opposite of herbert who, after his reanimation attempt seemingly didn’t succeed, angrily exclaimed “he failed, not i!” at the mere prospect that perhaps his reagent was ineffective

victor relies on electricity, while herbert relies on chemicals; victor’s creation is able to behave functionally, even forming coherent speech and developing much like a human being would, while herbert’s zombies usually do not retain their sense of speech and coherency outside of dr. hill and the bride, aside from a few glimmering moments of consciousness demonstrated from some of the other corpses (e.g., dean halsey recognizing and defending his daughter even in his lobotomized and zombified state). i can imagine herbert being indignant at the thought that victor could be capable of producing a far superior creature using such a different method, and victor would be appalled at herbert’s repeated attempts to bring back life that so often turned violent, as we’ve seen how poorly victor reacts to even just one “ghoulish” creature being unnaturally resurrected

a good deal of victor’s motivation was the idea that whatever being he brought to life would be subject to his existence as a godly figure, somebody who would submit to his power and resulting glory that would come from his success. contrarily, herbert doesn’t particularly show an interest in holding any kind of power over the beings he brings back to life (other than his hurt remark of “i made you!” when the bride he creates in the sequel seems to prefer dan over him) - west seems to be entirely motivated by scientific interest rather than the expectation of some sort of glory that comes with it, reinforced by the fact that he and dan tend to keep their work private and away from public view (outside of obviously naturally wanting respect for his groundbreaking scientific work, rather than the praise and reverence that victor pursues)

i’d think that west might find victor’s efforts to create New life far less appealing than his own effort to reanimate old life, simply because there is a reason to bring back those who are already dead, to extend the lifespan rather than focus on creating a new process for something which is already natural — he is not necessarily Defying anything in the way that herbert seems so excited to do (although victor would probably disagree with this). they both want to counteract disease and natural death with their processes, it seems that victor has just not yet made it to the stage that herbert is in, although herbert is lacking in other areas of the process (as mentioned above in regards to their creatures’ contrasting behavioral patterns)

i just think it’s interesting to think about! i find it funny how although herbert is meant to find his basis in victor, he is so remarkably different from his source while endeavoring in the same pursuit

#long post sorry. i talk a lot #txt #mine #frankenstein #victor frankenstein #re-animator #reanimator #herbert west

[streaminn]

Unfortunately, I have to go to bed early, so I will read and catch up once I wake. Before I go though, figure I’d contribute some angst for your new au.

Picture this. Wednesday believes she’s close. She’s followed the bread crumbs, she has back up, she’s desperate, and she needs to hurry fast. Enid is about to head into another fight, which she’s told is gonna be her toughest one yet. Wednesday gets to the location she believes they’re being held at, their friends trying to keep up with the Addams girl. Enid is thrust into the arena, but doesn’t see her opponent yet. Wednesday finds an opening, throws open the door, and runs inside. Enid sees who should be opponent run in from her side. Her vision, still blurry from being held in her cage, struggles to adjust, so she uses her nose. Is that…is that Wednesday? She carelessly runs towards the other side, before everything becomes clear. Suddenly, she realizes the ink scent isn’t quite right, but her hesitation was enough. Her opponent gets a clean slash on Enid. Whoever selected this fighter for Enid is playing dirty, and to her horror, knows about Wednesday. The realization, the fresh wound, and the clear vision of a wolf who isn’t Wednesday all hits Enid at once. Someone is about to die, and as Enid extends her claws, with rage in her heart, she determines it won’t be her.

Wednesday finds herself in an empty hideout. When the siren and vampire find her, she’s screaming into the echoing halls. Where is Enid?

Wow, rough huh? See you in the morning.

There's smth wrong abt seeing someone so at home in a place they were clawing for a way out just a few weeks before

Maybe Enid is going insane. Maybe the talking and cheering got to her but sometimes when she bashes the tool into someone's skull, she has to remind herself that the shock of glee in her head is from winning another round and not something else

Wednesday is about to tear this whole town apart. She's sure that if she saw another dead end, she'd lobotomize the next person she sees. It's been used yes, there's blood on the thin iron cages and tools left to rust in time but it isn't anything recent. The underground rings that she scrounged paint a picture she wishes not to see

Wednesday makes sure to wear gloves, unwilling to have a vision because as days past and more of what Enid could be going through begin to unravel, a part of her is scared of that possibility that Enid is dead

#Au thoughts #My art #Enid Sinclair #Rendered

[theoldlesbianwithcats]

the “didn’t go through comphet” narrative is so nonsensical too because a lot of goldstars did go through the worst of heteropatriarchy and we still didn’t sleep with men. i definitely struggled with feeling as though i should be attracted to men, i definitely did try to force attraction to men, i had myself absolutely convinced i was attracted to men and just didn’t want to have sex with them for mysterious reasons, and i put myself in genuine danger making promises to men i couldn’t keep. the mental gymnastics i was doing to avoid sleeping with a man while still identifying as heterosexual made more sense to me than just giving in and going through with it. i structured my entire life around not sleeping with men while claiming to be and thinking of myself as heterosexual and i suffered greatly for it. eventually i gave up and accepted i am a lesbian. if a fakebian said i was “lucky” for “not going through comphet” to my face, i’d go for the throat. it's so presumptuous. i'm sure some goldstars are out there living beautiful idealistic yuri manga lives and more power to them, but most of us goldstars have suffered, and moreso than any fakebian who regrets the sex she enjoyed with her boyfriend because she retrospectively feels invalidated by it.

Hi anon!

Right?? Now that I think about it, fakebians often say that they wasted their teenage years on comphet and that reminds me of trans-identified males saying they didn't get to be a teenage girl. TiMs think being a teenage girl is all about makeup and prom dresses and doing pillow fights in slow motion in lingerie at pajama parties ; fakebians think being a teenage lesbian is all about being a cool rebellious girl, having cute little crushes and making out with your best friend.

Like you, I thought I could force myself to think about men sexually and would repeatedly come to the conclusion that I would at least need to be drugged or lobotomized to go through with het sex. I thought my puberty was somehow stunted because I was incapable of imagining myself kissing a guy! (Which is why I can't imagine why/how a lesbian would voluntarily have sex with a man, I couldn't even do it in my head!)

For most gold stars, teenage years are just lonely and full of heartbreak. We can't relate to most girls anymore, we can be bullied, sometimes even our parents hate us. The fact that fakebians think we're lucky shows that they never listen to us.

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Xavier: Renegade Angel #20: “Braingea’s Final Cranny” | April 17, 2009 - 12:15AM | S02E10

The final episode of Xavier is here and boy, what a show. I don’t think I ever watched this one, either, so I can’t pad this out with barely-relevant tangents about how I was working on a commercial fishing boat at the time of it’s airing or whatever it was I was doing. I miss the sea. 

Xavier yearns for his mother so hard that he cries for 9 months, creating a fertile beach with it’s own ocean (ah, there she is! How I’ve missed her so!). Xavier inadvertently harms a young man with his first job, dressing like a dolphin and handing out free samples or some shit. Xavier mistakes him for the real thing and tosses him into the ocean. He gets out alive, but then Xavier mistakes his scuffed up Dolphin dress as a carcass, and forces him to eat it in front of him, an ethical thing to do if you kill a living creature. Later, when he finds the guy trying to commit suicide he orders him to eat himself. 

That guy winds up getting taken to an asylum, and Xavier sneaks in with him, believing his mother is there. He then has to “pretend” to be insane. He is psychoanalyzed using a Rorschach test, which anthropomorphizes into a guy that talks to Xavier and explains that he can take any form Xavier wants. The inkblot can’t take Xavier and eventually materializes on the psychiatrist’s couch, and is committed. 

Later, Xavier finally finds his mother in the lobotomy room. He digs through a pile of brain and finds the missing chunk from her head and crams it back into her head. When she comes back to full sentience, she tells Xavier that she faked her death to get away from him, and that she doesn’t want to see him ever again. She ensures this happens by gouging her own eyes out.

Xavier meets Nurse Escher and you KNOW they gonna bone. They bone, then the psychiatrist reveals that the nurse is Xavier’s real mother, and he was trying to prove a scientific theory that lobotomies remove oedipal taboo from the brain.

The inkblot comes back and runs off with Xavier’s mother, taking them back to the beach. Xavier travels to the beach by jamming together all the lobotomy pieces into one big brain, which sorta functions like a hot air balloon. He gets the blot to turn into an ice cream cone and consumes it. 9 months later, he, his mom, and his fake mom all give a tandem birth to Xavier’s incest baby, which becomes that weird symbol that’s in every episode. We pull out of the symbol on a Rorschach test being administered to Xavier back in the psychiatrist’s office. There, Xavier finds out that he’s beautiful by looking into a hand mirror and seeing a conventionally handsome man looking back at him. The psychiatrist now looks like Xavier. THE END? 

This one is ultimately sort of a middling episode, but it has some great laughs. The run where Xavier is trying different brain chunks on his supposed lobotomized mother had three great gags in a row. I assume I laughed at them, because I wrote them down, and that’s usually the reason I write specific jokes down. When he shoves in a piece, his mother begins talking in the voice of whatever brain it actually is. He tries a young man’s voice who is confessing to his father that he forgot all of his pizza knowledge. “Dumb (DISGUSTING AND OFFENSIVE anti-Italian slur) coulda used a Goombotomy.” Then he tries one where the voice is a sports announcer calling the winner of some game. “Damn it, I had money on that game.” The next one causes chicken noises to come out of his mother. “Oh, chicken, Yum!” Xavier says before chomping the brain bit. That said, I think I prefer Damnesia Me, meaning You, as my head-canon finale. 

Okay, I usually like to do a top ten (in chronological order) of each show when they end. This one was tough for me, but I tried. I bet if I went through the show again I’d come up with a slightly different list. HERE IT IS: 

S01E01: “What Life D-D-Doth”

S01E03: “Weapons Grade Life”

S01E05: “Pet Siouxicide”

S01E07: “Bloodcorn”

S01E09: “Signs from Godrilla”

S01E10: “Shakashuri Blowdown”

S02E05: “Vibracaust”

S02E05: “Free Range Manibalism”

S02E06: “Damnesia Vu”

S02E09: “Damnesia You”

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