Growing up in an abusive household is a fucking trip dude……If you’ve never had someone angrily wash a dish at you or fold a sock in your direction then how are you gonna understand why I get nervous when you quietly do the laundry, or why I ask “are you mad at me?” when you set the bag of groceries down too hard? It’s a totally different way of living and it impacts you long after you’ve left the situation.
This is so important.
Abused kids speak a language you can’t learn
My heart races when I hear someone sigh and then the adrenaline takes forever to wear off. I hate having these reactions even when I know I am safe.
@ my friends who relate to this: please feel free to ask me for confirmation at any time that we are ok. i won’t get mad. go ahead and test me, try it out, prove it. however many times you need to hear me go “huh? nah, all’s well!” is however many times i’ll say it.
and i promise that if we are not ok i’ll be honest about that too, and it won’t be the end of the world. i may go like “meh, i’m actually pretty grumpy right now about [thing]” and you can be like “sorry i will fix [thing]” and i will be like “thank you i appreciate”and then we’ll be ok again. i won’t hold a grudge and i definitely will not angrily fold a sock at you.
again, as many times as this needs to happen, i’m up for that. i love you and i’m in it for the long haul. our friendship is worth it.
agreed
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One of my favourite things in the Iron Man movies is that the one time a fire happened in the workshop, poor DUM-E couldn’t put it out
Have you ever seen a robot with a claw for a for a face emote “TIME TO SHINE…! Oh shit, wait- no extinguisher. What do i do?! WHAT DO I DO????” so perfectly? I think not.
Moser Enameled Cranberry Bohemian Glass Demitasse Cup and Saucer
My spouse spotted this familiar face in LA today and took this photo. (I added the zooming sequence for dramatic effect.)
In the writers’ room and in storyboard meetings on Avatar: The Last Airbender, we would often get to the end of a script/board and someone would inevitably ask, “Where’s Momo?” We would have forgotten to include him in the story/storyboard, so we’d have to go back and do a Momo pass, figuring out where he was and what he could be doing. If we were clever enough, we’d come up with things that contributed toward the plot; but often they just added a bit of comic and/or cute animal relief while answering the question of his whereabouts.
And despite those efforts, even after that, the directors would turn in their final shipping boards and inevitably get them back with several Post-It notes attached to various scenes from our checker, Cathy. These notes read: Where’s Momo?
My wife and I will take the girl. We’ve always talked of adopting a baby girl.
HOW DARE YOU
There was silence in the room, broken only by gentle thuds, as Hermione continued to throw books on to one pile or the other. Ron sat watching her, and Harry looked from one to the other, unable to say anything. The measures they had taken to protect their families made him realise, more than anything else could have done, that they really were going to come with him and that they knew exactly how dangerous that would be. He wanted to tell them what that meant to him, but he simply could not find words important enough.
I'd Much Rather Have a Dragon 