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may the last two months of 2018 be filled with pleasant plot twists, spontaneous fun, and good vibes.
The last 2 months of 2018 are like if you’re in a book and there’s 20 pages left and you’re not sure how the writer will shove everything into a conclusion and am just praying it’ll be okay
I’ve seen a post before saying that the sides might all be in Thomas’ head. (Like figuratively, only he can see them)
And that makes sense because of Joan’s line at the end of ‘Can Lying Be Good?’
At 26:29 Joan says “I just… I just hope you didn’t do that thing you do sometimes where you freak out and stand in the middle of your living room and talk to yourself for twenty minutes”
Implying that Joan has witnessed him talking to the sides, but only Thomas could see them.
But then I remembered this one brief part in “Why Do We Get Out Of Bed In The Morning?”
At 1:51
Logan looks over his shoulder slightly, as the door closes. He’s checking to make sure that the friends are gone before he starts talking to him.
If his friends can’t see him, then why would he bother doing that quick little check? He would’ve appeared earlier to at least talk to Thomas about that idea, not really expecting a verbal response.
But also, they know they’re being recorded, as we’ve seen in various points in the series, and we can, obviously, see them.
This has lead me to the conclusion that, the sides are real, Thomas isn’t crazy or hallucinating them, (If he was hallucinating them, Roman wouldn’t have been able to give him the binder with the sheet music in the christmas episode) and other people can see them but they can choose wether or not others can see them, sort of like ghosts in certain fics.
I guess they live by a certain rule, that’s like “Don’t let Thomas’ friends or anyone out in the real world see you”
I highly doubt this will ever be directly addressed in the series, but logically I think this is how the sides work within that universe.
(Side note: Can you imagine this as an episode? Like one of Thomas’ friends leaves after something and comes back right when one or more of the sides pop up like “Hey Thomas I think I left my walle- What the-” )
This would be amazing!
He checks?? He checks?? I didn’t notice he checks???
I will never write enough fanfics about this concept.
Me: *vibrating* why do I want to write something about this now?
Pretending that all evil people must be absolutely, 100% monsters with no inkling of normalcy or even good nature conditions us to ignore the monsters around us.
Hitler loved children and dogs, as they say. He was an art student. He had dreams and a childhood and a family. Doesn’t change the fact that he was evil incarnate.
anyway, my older sister was adopted when she was almost 16 (kinda on accident too), and because of that she got away from an abusive household, went from barely passing classes to being an honour student, and launching into a career where she’s happy and healthy and paying her own way. just two years of parenting where she had 3 meals a day, a bedtime, and parents to help and protect her changed her life radically. Plus, i got an older sister
This is an illustration I did for my friend, Dai’s, PhD thesis. A part of his thesis involved a study around how some gay men (particularly those of a minority status) negotiate being gay outside of mainstream gay culture. One story that really stood out to me as being quite unique and touching involved a middle-aged fellow who has never been intimate with another man, doesn’t necessarily identify as being gay, but spends his days knitting baby socks on park benches and on the train as a way to perform his ‘gayness’. As he still lives at home with an extremely conservative family this is essentially the only way he knows to express his sexuality.
Next time you go walking around barefoot in the water…
NOPE
No worries, that’s a Bobbit Worm. They live on the ocean floor, and unless you’re able to withstand a ton of pressure, you likely wouldn’t have your toesies nipped off by one since they live deeper than people walk on the ocean floor.
Bobbit Worms are kinda cool. And they were named after Laurena Bobbit, who cut off her abusive husband’s penis and threw it out of her car window as she drove off.
i will literally never forget the senior year of my american politics degree. our professor did a show of hands for who was going to vote in the election and i was one of 4 people in a 60 person class that raised mine. “both candidate were bad” and it didn’t matter because we were in a blue state anyway, right? the day after the election, the little brother of a friend got called a racial epithet and beat up at school. it was the first incident of that kind in that school in years–the first of many since. my friend didn’t vote in that election. both candidates were bad, after all.
i think what she didn’t get, what most people don’t get is that voting isn’t about you. it isn’t. it’s about the society we’re trying to have here, the society you are a part of no matter how nihilistic you think you are. you’re never too good for kindness. this is the most basic test of that.
so i’m begging you: vote for people that don’t have a vote because they got illegally purged from voter rolls. vote for the environment. vote for kids that are going to have to deal with this stuff for the next 80 years. vote for the lgbt community. vote because it’s better than nothing. vote because if you don’t and then you turn around and complain about anything wrong with this country, you’ve given up your best shot at doing a goddamn thing about it. if nothing else, vote for spite. vote to scare them. here’s a post that has every piece of information you need to vote tomorrow. please do it. it’s not about you or about your single vote making a difference. it’s about caring enough for the weak and underrepresented in this society enough to do your best by them.
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