#the mortifying ordeal of being perceived

[galedekarios]

☕💜(tav got him the mug)

#the mortifying ordeal of being perceived #but also trying to get more comfortable with posting stuff hhhhhhhhhhh #ch: gale dekarios #vg: baldur's gate 3 #series: baldur's gate #art: mine #text: personal

[fullofcake]

Sometimes I forget that I exist in other peoples heads

like wtf is that? you're percieving me??

#no one perceive me #the mortifying ordeal of being perceived #i do not want to be perceived #i do not wish to be perceived #goblincore #im just a simple goblin #goblin vibes #goblin aesthetic #mushroomcore #mosscore #unintelligible goblin noises #ravencore #cryptidcore #bastardcore

[pratchettquotes]

Moist finished his coffee with a look on his face that those who knew him well--a group consisting, in fact, of absolutely nobody--would have recognized as the formation of a plan.

Terry Pratchett, Going Postal

#moist von lipwig #going postal #discworld #terry pratchett #planning #scheming #coffee #coffee break #expression #recognition #nonverbal communication #the mortifying ordeal of being perceived #being known #absolutely nobody #oneliner

[winterrlunarhalo]

There’s so much to tell you and I’m frankly running out of time

Quantum entanglement tells us that quantumly connected particles can never be described by themselves, even when they’re miles apart from each other. Simply put, this means that an action on one of the particles will invariably affect the other, no matter the distance between them. Albert Einstein called this “spooky action at a distance”.

“Hyper independence is a response to trauma”, you read out from WebMD while squeezing my hand, shocked at the fact that hurt from others can lead you to rely on self and no one else. the squeeze on my hand finally makes Schrödinger’s cat experiment makes sense. I feel alive and dead at the same time.

We lean on each other and I’ve been thinking about it. The science behind it. Turns out that we once were very lonely people and the heaviness of it all tends to lead us to settle on other seemingly lean, warm things.

You tell me that being known is the most horrible thing you can think of because it’s self confrontation of things that you already know about yourself from someone else’s mouth. Mortifying. You tell me this while I dim out the lights after sunset because your mom always did so when you were small and you felt happy because you knew your dad would come home in an hour and you say this while I touch your back and you straighten it on reflex because you’ve been trying to fix your posture. My point is that I know you and my point is that I still love you.

I want to write like I did when I was 15. Like no one was watching. I want to live like I did when I was 8. Why is being loved associated with being seen? I want to be loved when I’m not seen. I remember way too much and I know way too little and I write something and everything is somehow always the same thing. I wanted to know everything but now knowing is doing me absolutely no good. I want to say less self depreciating jokes but then I say “ravioli ravioli give me the death I deservioli” like it’s not an overused twitter reaction photo and you laugh so hard and for a split second all I feel is alive.

There’s so much to tell you and I’m running out of time so please just ask me to stay.

Meanwhile, Einstein shakes his head and calls it spooky action at a distance when you smile at me telling you over video call that I gave up and called an electrician to fix the exhaust fan.

quantum entanglement

Artwork by Holly Warbuton

#original writing #original post #original fiction #writing #quantum entanglement #quantum physics #molecules #albert einstein #hyper independence #nerd #nerd alert #schrodinger #the mortifying ordeal etc etc #the mortifying ordeal of being perceived #mortifying ordeal of being known #lovecore #love poetry #me and who #holly warburton #web weaving

[thecupsmith]

The mort-ifying ordeal of being known.

#hunter: the parenting #hunter the parenting #htp #h:tp #the mortifying ordeal of being perceived #the mortifying ordeal of being known #Kevin #Kevin the Wizard #world of darkness #otp incorrect quotes #otp ideas #ship meme #otp meme

[twacn]

Hello!! Does anyone have a quote about the difference being seen (as violence/exploitation) and being seen (as love). Preferably in a way that talks about how these ideas intersect with race and gender, and/or talks about the internet??

Please reblog if you see this my english assignment will thank you

#I know this is like. Very specific but if anyone has anything like this please send it my way asap!!! #Panopticon #White gaze #Male gaze #Surveillance #the mortifying ordeal of being known #the mortifying ordeal of being perceived #Perceived #Perception #Gaze #web weaving #Web weave #Nope 2022 #Tma #Just trying to get keywords so people who know about this will see it!! #Quotes #Writing #writblr #Books #Bookblr #Poetry

[chuuyasporkie]

#web weaving #self deprecating thoughts #self hatred #learning to learn and accept yourself #and the hurdles that stop you from it #and most of the time that hurdle is you #the horrors of being known #the mortifying ordeal of being perceived #a process. a journey. #give yourself a minute to breathe #just rest baby #just rest #it's all gonna be okay #it's all gonna be fine #for the people who hate themselves #and for the people who don't want to #and for the people who want to overcome it #and for the people who have already come so far #for ALL the people #here's to you #<3 #god i love web weaving sm #thinking thoughts

[dawn-t0-dusk]

#43 I exist.

It's humbling, To look around and see the world To exist as a one in a many billion.               All making our way,                              -stumbling and tumbling

I exist.               Yes.                              And so do you. So do the cicadas and fleas And the rats who feast on cheese From the biggest elephants to the smallest mice Every blade of grass,                              -and every grain of rice.

Isn't it beautiful?                              -The world that is. In all its ordered chaos and mismatched pieces? We didn't have to exist-                              and life didn't have to bloom. But it did-               And surely this is enough to drive away the gloom.

#prose poetry #prose #original poem #original poetry #poets on tumblr #writers and poets #daily poem #exestential crisis #poetry prompts #spilled prose #spilled emotions #spilled ink #the mortifying ordeal of being perceived

[gilligould]

wee bit fluffy wednesday? 👁️

#the mortifying ordeal of being perceived #k.txt

[the-orangeauthor]

Perhaps

Perhaps, fewer words could be used to tell you,

The extents that I would go for you,

But then how else will you know,

That I would scale mountains topped with snow,

And that I would slay armies of your foes,

I would burn villages to the ground,

And build you a house where there is no home,

How I would hold you in the winter,

And watch you flourish in spring?

How would you know that I would carve your name in the moon?

That I would bring your wishes to life

And that I would never let you want,

And the way that I would look at you,

A solar system of your person,

One whole galaxy in my hands?

How does ‘I love you’ compare?

Perhaps for some , it is enough, those three words

Perhaps for you, I can make some that are new

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Perhaps is a poem from my WIP anthology The Little Letters! Let me know if you’d like to be on the tag list!

Taglist: @jingalalaadventures

#the little letters #poems #poc author #the mortifying ordeal of being perceived

[jakascoo]

Alex: Why does nobody tell me when people come over? I came downstairs singing All Star while wearing a "say hey if you're gay" shirt and boxers! Alex: Everyone was there. EVERYONE! Including Maggie! Alex: She saw.

#incorrect quotes #alex danvers #sanvers #incorrect alex danvers quote #sanvers saturday #the mortifying ordeal of being perceived

[vaguedevice]

#eye #the mortifying ordeal of being perceived #moody #crisis core #aesthetic #bootleg #gloomy #90s #80s aesthetic #horror #punk #photography #nostalgic #nostalgiacore #liminal #core core #webcore #eyeball #green eye #ominous

[leet911]

Darkness

Imogen wakes to a touch on her face.  Laudna brushes lavender curls away from her eyes and tucks them behind an ear.  Early morning light is streaming through the window, and Laudna’s fingers are delicate, reverent.

This is new.

They’ve been traveling together for months now, making the trek across Marquet towards Jrusar.  Imogen likes to think that they’re friends, even if Laudna insists she doesn’t know what that means.  And maybe they’re more, because it was Imogen who said she wanted to visit the Starpoint Conservatory, and Laudna is still here, walking across the continent with her.  But they never talk about that.  They just stay together.  They don’t talk about why.  Laudna doesn’t even think it.

So this is nice.  Laudna is gentle and shy and just a little bit nervous.

Imogen smiles.  When Laudna sees her awake though, she panics.  She pulls her hand away and shrouds the room in magical darkness.

Imogen laughs.  "Good morning."

"Sorry," Laudna mumbles, “I thought your hair was in your eyes.”

Imogen waits for a few breaths, pauses to see if Laudna will drop the spell, but nothing happens. The darkness remains.  Laudna stays very still.

This is not like nighttime, this is pitch black, like being blindfolded.  Slowly, Imogen feels around the bed until she makes contact with one of Laudna's limbs.

"Why are you sorry?"

And before there can be a response, Imogen is moving, pulling Laudna into her so that they are huddled together in bed.  Imogen can't see of course, but she can feel Laudna, and she wraps herself around the other woman, resting her cheek against tousled hair.  And this is exactly the same as usual.  Because they’ve been on the road for a long time, and there have been far too many cold nights, or leaky tents, or drafty rooms to always sleep alone.  So they hold each other in the dark.

"You don't have to apologize," Imogen continues, before switching to her telepathy.  You don't have to hide either.

And it's Imogen who takes courage from the darkness, because Laudna shivers without answering, and Imogen fumbles in the dark.  She presses her lips to where she thinks Laudna should be, but she catches the hairline behind Laudna's ear.  That wasn't the intent, but Laudna doesn’t protest.  She turns away, just a little, and Imogen repeats the motion, this time kissing the nape of Laudna’s neck.

Laudna’s hand covers one of Imogen’s, holds her in place so they stay curled together.  And when the darkness spell fades a few minutes later, neither of them has moved.

#critical role #imodna #fanfiction #the mortifying ordeal of being perceived #this started as a drabble but now we're 2k words in #and things are getting spicy #will post to ao3 when done #but here's a teaser

[eveepe]

writing pattern game: share the first line of your last ten published works or as many as you are able and see if there are any patterns! (from most recent to least recent, starting from the top)

thanks @paisanas for tagging me!

It was a month after John died that he started showing up in Paul’s house, which was just fucking typical of him.

"Go on then Macca, get it out. Or are you nervous?"

Although they hadn’t spoken about it, Jane could acknowledge to herself that her relationship with Paul was in its death throes.

It wasn’t exactly unusual for Paul to call Richie up out of the blue, but he sounded uncharacteristically hesitant as they batted the usual pleasantries back and forth.

Occasionally, when John called, Linda answered the phone.

It was that time in late summer where underneath the lush scent of greenery, the earth-rot scent of autumnal decay began to rise.

"C'mon then, give us a hand."

February in New Orleans was like early summer in England; cool morning air making way for warm, sunny afternoons that occasionally threatened rain.

Paul's room in Rishikesh had one small window that faced west out over the river, so that the long slant of afternoon sunshine spilled in dappled by Banyan trees.

“I think it’s the shorts,” said John.

I was pasting these lines all smug like 'ha ha, there's no pattern' but then I spotted that I will mostly choose one of two options for starting a fic: an out of context one-liner, or a meandering sentence with some ~atmospheric~ scenery descriptions.

I do quite like most of these as first lines though, so... can't stop won't stop, I guess! :D

tagging @midchelle to make up for the last time you tagged me in a thing and i didn't do it

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[mayra-quijotescx]

what did I do wrong to deserve this : )

#the mortifying ordeal of being perceived #that post had 6 notes when I went to bed last night. which is already abnormally successful for a post I made.

[kneesofseveralbees]

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