tw: orchestral violence // pedro pascal is literally gaslighting my parasocial stability and i am finally entering my non-auditory era

besties, i am actually spiraling. like, i was just trying to have a low-stimulation morning, sipping my iced matcha and practicing my mindful breathing, when i saw the reviews for this new movie behemoth. and i’m sorry but the mere concept of pedro pascal—who is literally my primary emotional support human—playing a classical cellist who skates through a midlife crisis is a direct violation of my boundaries.

first of all, the sensory overload is actually violent. imagine the sound of a cello combined with the rhythmic clicking of roller skates. it’s giving auditory chaos. it’s giving "i want to trigger your fight-or-flight response for an oscar." i feel like tony gilroy is literally gaslighting my sensory processing disorder by creating a "bauble" of a movie. like, who decided that a midlife crisis should be "elevated"? a midlife crisis is an emotional microaggression and seeing pedro pascal go through one is a toxic attachment to stress that i simply cannot hold space for right now.

honestly, this whole situation is giving me the ick. i’ve spent the last three hours in a weighted blanket because the thought of pedro pascal skating while playing a string instrument is just too much kinetic energy for my current aesthetic era. i am trying to manifest a period of absolute stillness, and here is the entertainment industry trying to force me into a high-tempo, orchestral-core nightmare. it’s literally an assault on my peace and i feel like the film industry is gaslighting us into thinking that "character growth" is more important than my need for a completely flat emotional baseline.

i’ve decided that i am officially entering my non-auditory era. i cannot be expected to process the "drama" of a music film when i am already fighting for my life against the crushing weight of existing in a physical body. the vibes are simply rancid and i need to protect my energy from this kind of cinematic aggression.

because i know you guys are also feeling this collective trauma, i’ve finally added something to my amazon storefront to help us all cope with the sensory violence of the arts. introducing the "silent-soul velvet sensory-void wrap." it’s a weighted, sound-dampening head-shroud made from recycled vegan silk and infused with calming frequencies. it’s $249 but honestly, if you aren't investing in your own emotional containment during the pedro pascal cinematic era, are you even healing? link in bio, use code "fragile" for 5% off.