The Scene In Brothers Karamasov Where Fyodor Karamazov And Miusov Are Arguing In Front Of Father Zosima

Reblogging this for obvious reasons

The Sound of Music (1965) dir. Robert Wise

I like to imagine that the Redwall books (ESPECIALLY “Outcast of Redwall”) exist within the Zootopia universe, but their basically the in-universe equivalent of something like “Birth of a Nation” or “the turner diaries”

*squeezes him in my fist* *holds him close to my chest* … he’s perfect

"There was truth and there was untruth, and if you clung to the truth even against the whole world, you were not mad"

i know it's hard. but i so firmly believe the strongest antidote to loneliness is reaching out first. and continuing to reach out. again and again and again. excise any scrap of shame you hold about being the person who texts first or pitches the plan or asks to get lunch. everyone is tired and busy and struggling. and afraid of feeling unwanted and unimportant. don't let the people you love feel that way. reach out first. don't be a ghost in your own life.

the original toxic old man yaoi

…this just sounds like asmr.

Mind control that doesn't dominate your thoughts, it just... is your thoughts. Perfectly rewriting your will and everything it embodies. Not a single trace of resistance because this is just what you want. Why would you resist your own thoughts? Why would you disagree with your own motivations, your own desires?

Mind control that doesn't shatter once it's done, it just disappears. You don't snap back into awareness. You barely even notice. You just continue as if nothing ever happened. Maybe one moment you look back and you frown, because thinking on it, you remember when you happily followed that person out of town, and you remember what you did, you remember wanting to... but that's crazy. Why did you think that was okay? Why did you want to do that?

Or maybe you were under this mind control for so long that even once it's over you look back and say, "Oh, of course I did that." As far as you're concerned you've always held the beliefs you do now. You've always wanted to do these things. You don't remember why, but you've never had to think of why, and it doesn't matter anyway when you've always been so confident that you're right. It isn't until you're challenged on it all and reminded that you never used to be like this, that you were different before, that something has changed that you finally falter. And you try to think of where this all started, try to figure out why things changed -- and all you can really remember is an entrancing pair of eyes, and a gentle suggestion, and then your own mouth responding, "That's a great idea. Let's go."

And suddenly, you realise that you have no idea how much of what you are, what you were, and what you believed you always have been is just a lie. You don't know whether any thought you have now is really yours or just another preciously placed prompt. You don't trust your impulses, you don't trust your desires, you definitely don't trust your judgement.

You don't trust yourself. And you never can again.

Election night really feels like a shitty, stressful adult version of Christmas Eve. Gathering with family and friends, going to bed and struggling to fall asleep, quivering with anticipation, except instead of joyous, youthful excitement you get dread, anxiety, and loss of faith in humanity.

We need a Big Short or The Social Network style movie about The Algorithm and how every technological advancement of a certain caliber in silicon valley has been developed to make us more influenced and more addicted to social media feeds. And there should be a scene where robert downey jr as elon musk and jessie eisenberg reprising his role as mark zuckerberg speak directly to the camera while detailing how user engagement led to the new white supremacists and the rohingya genocide.

Amd then we should turn palo alto into an ecological reserve via federal land grant

See the Winston/Julia/O’Brien love triangle would never happen because having any kind of queer relationship would never be greenlit by any of those executives (especially if these are the same Netflix executives that decided to make Dorian and Basil SIBLINGS in the new podg adaptation). The homoeroticism would hurt marketability, we can’t have that 😣.

not that there wouldn’t be a love triangle though. They’d probably just write in a new female character.

Everything else about this is painfully accurate.

Just waiting for some braindead capitalists in Hollywood or at Netflix to announce they're producing an adaptation of 1984 "but with a fresh, modern take", and then they're just ageing down all the characters so they can have a dystopian YA story where all the kids get sorted into one of the four ministries and somehow Winston and Julia's relationship gets turned into a love triangle because the producers add O'Brien to the mix for "some drama", and then they have Winston and Julia start a violent rebellion to overthrow the system which is spread out over 4 movies (or 5 seasons on TV), just so they can sell tons of overpriced eyeshadow palettes while an insane amount of "Which Ministry would you be in" quizzes pop up on the internet and ppl make stupid Newspeak TikToks, completely missing the point.

sedation vending machine (holiday edition)

it sees you when you're sleeping it knows when you're awake it knows if you've been bad or good so be good for goodness' sake