Sometimes You Have To Distance Yourself To See Clearly…

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are any of us truly shocked tho

"why do we even have that lever" is made funnier by the fact there are only 2 levers to begin with (disguised as a pair of tusks on a statue)

i find the implications hilarious:

kronk only had to remember the location of one lever, and couldn't even manage that

but on the other hand, it's easy to get two identical unlabelled levers confused, this one's on yzma tbh

yzma only needed to make one lever to begin with, but she actively chose to turn the second tusk into a functioning trapdoor. she could have just...just not connected the second tusk to anything. it didn't need to have a function

upon reflection, this also answers the question itself: "why do we even HAVE that lever?" it's because yzma herself specifically designed it as a booby trap. "why do we have that lever?" because yzma had it built to keep people out of her secret lair! yzma made the very purposeful choice to put that lever there! and then both she and her inept henchman immediately forgot about her own booby trap! yzma that is YOUR LEVER!!!!!

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My anxiety feels more like what i would imagine having a mini black hole in your chest would feel like

It centers around your heart and pulls, the pressure and stress trying to pull you from within rather than exterior pressure weighing down on you

Your lungs stuggle to inflate because they must pull against this black hole. Speaking is hard because it's gravitational pull grips at your throat and holds to the back of your tongue.

It makes you hunch, pulling your shoulders closer, forcing you smaller, your hands fumbling to grasp at anything thatll pull you free from its grip

Your legs like lead as they fight to keep your knees from surging to your chest, lest they give in and you fall prey to this black hole's terrifying depth

Your head tilting down, glancing wildly for help or danger, your thoughts pressed flat against its temporary seige

Sometimes it's a roaring energy that settles heavy in your cells, demanding safety in its purest and devestating form

Sometimes it's quiet, like a small breeze, where you can tuck your sleeves a just little tighter, and it was like you never felt the tug at all

And yet its silent, invisible. You are the black hole you are desperately trying to escape from.

Funny how people assume, then, that because they cannot see your black hole, that it cannot be as bad as you say it is.

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