Please tell me that I am not the only one who has gone through this where you see a class that you probably need, is available, but that means no break or time to rest whatsoever. So, you’re thinking about getting it like:
But at the same time:
Like soooooo mucb stress and more sleepless nights. Like damn, I gotta think of my health and stress levels, but then you also think that the class might not be offered again and you’re like Fck me. Fck college. Fck my limited choices
On top of other worries. Urgh, college hard when you deal with mental health and are disabilitated. Especially when, again, there are so few classes that you actually really need online.
Me today like:
Then seeing the other esays I still have to do for these last weeks of the semester + other huge assignments
LET ME DIE ALREADY GOD WHY
Me waving goodbye to my spring break and summer break at this point
#this scene had that supposedly *humorous* tone cause of the contrast between them at the moment #but this was truly so gd heartbreaking in so many ways and the angst just kept flooding after that #Ed already being right in the middle of a paranoid crisis therefore thinking Oswald would instantly give him to the police #if he was sharing his plans regarding Jim with him #Ed looking confused and so uncomfortable when he realizes that Oswald isnāt there anymore even if heās standing in flesh before him #realizing that the mind of the only other human being he was able to share with and could trust is gone cause of what Arkham has done to him #Ed fearing for himself if Oswald was gonna report him fearing he could end up being brainwashed and what he considers to be a vegetable #losing his intelligence aka the thing he treasures the most in his personality but also losing the new identity heās starting to build #even thinking until the very end of the thing while he was getting caught and that it was over for him that Oswald did give him to Jim #that it was the only logical explanation on how Jim would have succeeded into beating him #now letās talk about Oswald who got kicked out Edās appartment the only person left he thought he has a connection with and could turn to #maybe even giving him a home once again like Ed had done earlier when he was badly injured #leaving after having been not so politely dismissed and rejected but still broadly smiling at Ed until he shut the door to his face #probably reflecting onto that once he was all alone trying to figure out what heās done wrong while his mind canāt even go there anymore #except via his guilt #probably thinking heās just a burden to people whoās embarrassing them more than anything else but that he deserves it in every single way #Oswald walking in the cold and the rain of Gotham reflecting on Gertrudās grave on how alone he is and how his mother is dead because of him #lbr here I have too many feelings and not enough tags for thisĀ (@witchunters)
I was PHYSICAL HURT by this scene and the fact the two of them never met up again for the rest of the season, instead continuing to harbour god knows how many misconceptions about each other and each otherās opinions of them as laid out so BEAUTIFULLY IN THESE TAGS UGH!
Their scene in Arkham next season was a BALM TO MY SOUL like, I canāt even TELL YOU
Yes, the Riddler manifesting himself here (=Ed bringing himself down) to tell Ed that heās naive to trust Oswald, that he canāt have any sort of emotional bond with anyone, and only have him(self) to count on as to preserve himself is just the continuity of Edās paranoia crisis in this moment. The Riddler knew he needed Oswald at the time so Ed couldĀ āprogress*, but he wasnāt obviously very thrilled by Edās emotional attachmentĀ to Oswald.
We can also assume that once Oswald got Ed out of Arkham, the Riddler didnāt manifest cause he simply didnāt need to, Ed didnāt need him anymore (or the other way around, depending on how you/the writers think D.I.D works, ugh..).Ā That part of Ed was at peace and was finally trusting Owald and accepted the fact that he was gonna be part of Edās life for good and he was okay with that. Which is why where the Riddler was being possessive with Ed before naturally transferred/turned into Ed acting that way with Oswald, and why the things Ed did to protect Oswald and keep him all to himself were extreme when he has wanted to prove that he and only himself could be a valuable asset for Oswaldās well-being, and that only the two of them could share this special and unique connection (no homo though).
After all the shit storm we all know about, the miscommunication and misunderstandings between those continues to this day. Ed would rather die than admitting to Oswald that he had missed him, drugged himself, fantasized about him, and went nuts and out of control without him (the only one knowing about this so far is Lucius when he was forced to play the role of Edās shrink when Ed had confessed and admitted that to himself when he was high). And Oswald has his own pokerface as a protection for himself so he wouldnāt let Ed know he still loves him even after Ed shot him, and to prove heās not a slave of his emotions like he accused him to be.
the drum is filled with hot steam and then sprayed with cold water. the pressure on the outside of the drum is far more than inside. the pressures try to maintain and find balance taking the drum as a casualty.
āOh FUCK thatās cold!ā
when youre in the shower and someone flushes the toilet
My Chemistry teacher did this the first day of class with a coke can, a hotplate, and a basin of water. I have never forgotten the scientific principles behind it, and hereās why.
There were 20-something of us in the classroom, all dying of sleep deprivation since it was the first day back to school, first class of the day. Mr. Moses was that teacher you werenāt sure how to deal with. I mean, the manās name was Noah Eugene Moses, for starters. He drove a Harley to school, but also drove the bus. He had giant cokebottle glasses and a doofy mustache with shaggy ex-Beatles hair. He always wore suspenders and a grease-stained t-shirt because he had a potbelly and taught the shop/electrical classes. He wasnāt even really lecturing; he was throwing in tidbits of the syllabus in the midst of bad jokes and fun stories. We were all a bit nervous, because none of us had taken a class from him before, but his tests were legendaryānobody had ever made it out with an A (until I did, but thatās another story for another time and involves a really awesome bet and some hair cutting scissors).
Well, as we were fighting to stay awake, and attempting to take notes of whatever he was talking about, he was pacing around the room from here to there, straightening things and moving stuff. He was very scatterbrained, and it was easy to tell from how he kept forgetting where he put his coke. Turns out, that was just a ruse. He had the can filled with just a tiny bit of water, and the things he was moving around were stacks of papers and books hiding the hot plate and water basin. So he set his coke can down onto the hot plate, continued talking loudly enough so we wouldnāt hear the water boiling, and then knocked it over really fast into the water basin.
BANG!!!!!!!!
Three girls fell out of their seats, one dude swore so violently Iām pretty sure the devil himself cringed, everyone at least jumped and screamed, and I actually broke my pen in half.
See, with rapid decompression comes a vacuum, and with a vacuum comes a rushing of air that creates a massive sound. Think āthunderā. Thatās the same principle behind it. His little tiny coke can of steam into a bucket of ice water, and we had a bang so loud the band teacher came in from across the hall to see āwhat was exploding today.ā To which Mr. Moses responded, āNothing, it imploded. Explosions are chapter 3.ā
And thatās when I knew it was going to be the best class ever.
š„ There is beauty in destructionš„ 