These are things pulled in here or pushed to here from other sources.
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For my 3D production class I had to create a three shot short that was a remake of an existing movie scene- with muppets. I ran out of time to do the particle water effects, but this is basically Pacific Rim anyway.This is what it looks like when you get into a fight with your siblings.
iroh: once, i told zuko that he needs to work on his inter turmoil. he screamed at me that he had no such inner turmoil, and then proceeded to go to a cliff during a thunderstorm to scream at God to strike him with lightning phantoms-lair:
Okay, but you’re missing the best part of this. silverscreenx:
I’m still stuck at the “batman has adoption papers in his utility belt”. jess-the-werefox:
*Zuko fighting the Joker* J: “wan na kno w h ow i go t thes e sc ar s” explorerrowan:
Zuko: Do you mind if I wear this blue demon mask? damianwaynerocks:
ok but if bruce wayne somehow came upon zuko fresh out of banishment he would lose his mind. black hair? check. bad parent(s)? check. trauma? double check. bruce: how’d you get your scar? zuko: my dad got mad at me for saying that killing people is wrong so he lit my face on fire and banished me.
bruce, vibrating with excitement, already pulling adoption papers from his utilility: that’s terrible. how do you feel about capes.
Bruce: *sniff, tear in his eye* Not at all.
Z: *rips off mask* i don’t give a fuck
“Quick, it’s time to use the Bat-adoption papers!”
Alfred and Iroh complimenting each other on tea while they discuss their overly dramatic children.
alfred: master bruce and i have that interaction at least three times per week.
A similar process occurs in therapy. After a while, clients internalise the warmth and understanding of their therapist, turning it into an internal resource to draw on for strength and support. A new, compassionate voice flickers into life, silencing that of the inner critic – itself an echo of insensitive earlier attachment figures. But this transformation doesn’t come easy. As the poet WH Auden wrote in The Age of Anxiety (1947): “We would rather be ruined than changed.” It is the therapist’s job, as a secure base and safe haven, to guide clients as they journey into unfamiliar waters, helping them stay hopeful and to persist through the pain, sadness, anger, fear, anxiety and despair they might need to face.
We are all the voices of our past, then.