Everything Changes When You Start To Emit Your Own Frequency Rather Than Absorbing The Frequencies Around

my parents didn’t raise me to order something expensive when someone else is paying

When moving away from something, anything is an upgrade, which makes it hard to tell what you actually want. 

Maiden, Mother, Crone

Okay. *Spoilers* So there’s a lot that happened in season 3 of CAOS but the scene that I am eager to speak on first is the one where the women of the coven are trying to bring back Hilda. I found myself so moved by it that I kept on replaying that scene over and over, and over. It was just so powerful. The acting being more than just taking on a character and changing of facial expressions but also the conviction in the voice of Miranda Otto as Zelda, a sister determined to bring her sister back from the dead. 

The entire scene of them calling upon the Goddess Hecate, being in a circle of womanhood- hands bound together while the males could only watch on the side- was nothing short of powerful. Roz being a part of that circle, while she is not a witch, she is a human with mystical gifts and it just felt empowering and emotional to me. The tears would not stop coming. It was a moment of sisterhood, motherhood and womanhood. 

This show has countless times referenced the ways women are not respected or viewed as capable as their male counterparts. *Zelda having to hide Leticia from Blackwood because she was born first, Sabrina having to challenge for position of Top Boy, Father Blackwood refusing to give Prudence his name, the vampire telling Sabrina she is beautiful and ordering her to tell him thanks as if he had any right in making her beautiful or him taking a bite out of her without her consent, etc. The times that women are challenged in this show is crazy. So for this scene to make the men unable to actually take part but freely give their support while they call on a female deity is incredible. 

I cannot stop going on about this scene but the lines “WE CALL ON…OURSELVES, THE POWERS THAT HAVE BEEN DENIED US.” The powers that have been denied us. The powers that have been denied to us. The. Powers. That. Have. Been. Denied. Us. All the while, as those words are freed from Zelda’s mouth, she shuts her eyes and motions her arms down in such a way that brings out frustration, anger, pain, lack of respect. She is calling upon this Goddess, praying to her and begging her not only as a servant but as a woman.

It’s nice to have representation, in all aspects. Such as a person of color seeing characters that are depicted in positive un-stereotypical roles. Or as girls and women seeing other women in positions of power or as Goddesses. Without going in too deep on this topic, I just want to say how impactful it is to even have the thought of Goddesses. If I was a witch in that universe, I would wish to pray to one and not solely a male figure one. There are numerous times where we are united by the experiences other women have faced. “We call on ourselves”. Times when only we can understand and truly relate. 

Women are strong. I view this scene as a way of embracing and being fully aware of this strength. A coming togetherness that unites this strength. Again, that scene was one of the most powerful scenes of the entire show.

bitches with gifted kid syndrome be like "if I do not get instant gratification i'm not fucking doing it"

its me i'm bitches

The thought of Hilda being asexual never occurred to me while watching it, but I love this headcanon. It makes sense and as an asexual, it’s about damn time we have some representation other than psychopaths

Hilda Spellman is Asexual

I just finished The Chilling Adventures of Sabrina and it was a mixed bag but ultimately fun and intriguing. BUT one thing in particular struck me from episode 5 and I haven’t seen any comment on it so I’m gonna let you in the know:  Hilda Spellman is super ace, I feel it deeply and I’m gonna prove it.

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Bojack horseman had a lot of good scenes this season about being asexual and looking for a partner but this probably one of my favorite scenes

On being a “gifted” kid and what to do with that once you’ve grown up

There’s a post going around that I can’t find again for the life of me that talks about how much it sucks to have been a “gifted” kid, because when you’re an adult reading levels don’t matter and you missed out on all the social knowledge your peers were getting. As someone whose lowest grade in all of high school was a B+ (which I will never, ever forgive that gorram art teacher for) and sobbed brokenly when I was kicked out of the National Junior Honor Society because of a citizenship grade (he didn’t like that my family went on vacation) believe me when I say I understand that feeling completely. 

But there’s something none of your teachers ever told you.

See, we’ve all figured out by this point that being “gifted” is a load of crock. For years people led us to believe that it was simply a quality of who we were, like the color of our hair or the things we’re allergic to, and that it would just magically always be there and help us be better at things that require “book” smarts. Then we were dumped into the real world, and we all sort of assumed that we’d hit the end of “gifted” and now we’re screwed. 

The thing, is, though, every single teacher you’ve ever had explained it wrong.

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ppl don’t understand adhd/autistic cleaning processes. we think so far ahead it’s like,,, impossible to do shit. you want me to vaccuum my bedroom floor? okay. we need to pick up all the stuff thats on it first, though. and where are we going to put the stuff? well, theres a couple categories of Stuff- Clothes, Random Items, and Trash. Trash is easy, we just throw it away. Clothes have to be sorted into Clean, Not Clean- and then the not clean ones have to go in the laundry bag, but theres so many so i might have to start a load now- ugh, distracted. lets go back to the clean clothes. well, these go in my drawer but- my drawer is really disorganized, so i’ll have to organize the clothes first so that theyll fit and look neat. by the time i’m done with that, i’ve spent an hour and a half trying to do stuff in my room. i finally turn to random items, most of which can find a home on my desk, but others i dont really know what to do with. plus, my desk is dirty. so i have to organize my desk, figure out where everything goes, and the stuff that doesn’t have a place can go in… a box, i guess. (not like i don’t have three other boxes full of random stuff in my closet)  so i put all the items back up but now i have this box full of stuff i dont know if i need so i have to go through it, sorting it into donate and dont donate piles. i might as well throw in some clothes to, so i dig through my clothes drawer and get the clothes i dont want, throw them in there too. okay, back to the random items- the ones i dont want to donate are still here, so i have to put them somewhere. i dont have anywhere to put them- maybe i should get a shelf? i start googling shelves, figuring out which ones would be best for my room, debating prices, learning about installation, and eventually im like ‘well, already on my computer’ and i decide im going to ‘check’ social media and end up lost in it for an hour or so. you walk back in, and theres stuff all over the floor, albeit in bags and boxes, and it still hasnt been vacuumed. its been five hours since i started. how does it take five hours to clean your room? it just does. 

Bad Cats.

you’re telling me, there are people out there who aren’t constantly overwhelmed by the feeling that they’re not doing enough with their life? everyone’s biggest fear isn’t inadequacy? it’s not a universal experience to be terrified of dying nothing more than a tiny blip on the timeline of the human race, without making a significant contribution to society? wild