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#alright rant over
ballsbalb · 2 months
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“no you can’t chant ‘lizzie’s in a box’ it’s offensive stop!!’
i mean
is she not
in a box
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nuatthebeach · 5 months
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ugh you ever post a fic under a multi-chap collection of mini fics instead of as a stand-alone and want to stomp yourself with a saw chain because whydidyoudothat
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zhoras-bitch · 5 months
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How do I explain to my parents that I don't date not because there is something deeply wrong with me, but because I'm aroace and prospect of romance and sex is just not exciting for me (not enough to go out looking for it anyway). I mean, of course there is something deeply wrong with me. But that's entirely unrelated.
Idk I'm so tired of this notion that a relationship would magically fix my lackluster socialization skills. Funnily enough, I think it's the unfortunate implication that all of my problems could be fixed if I had the 'right' orientation that really gets me. Which is silly, because that's neither what's being said (I'm not even out to my family) nor how any of this works anyway. I don't think fixating on a single person is really the best solution to solve the deep isolation and loneliness in the long run, not even if you are allo. And yet here I am...
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blindecho6 · 16 days
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Just got back after the 13h hike to and from Śnieżka (it's ~1am as I'm writing this).
My legs hurt so much.
And I really need to work on my stamina.
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jasontoddssuper · 2 years
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Allurance and Heith are LITERALLY what Kl/ancers insist their ship is.The development from not respecting eachother to being ride or die best friends?That's Lance x Allura.A gay opposites attract ship?That's Keith x Hunk.The cute rep for interracial couples?That's both of them!But nooooooo,Keith and Lance can ONLY like eachother and when someone ships something different,y'all take it as 'erasure' when nobody on the actual staff told you Kl/ance was happening!!Why are y'all like That!!!!!!!!!
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🚫Sh*ladins dni🚫
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silvercaptain24 · 1 year
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Me when what I really want right now is just Wars being Vulnerable and Time helping him: Whelp, guess it’s time to read Carve A Smile by @cluelessmoose again.
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rosekicks · 2 years
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my issue with the max storyline is that the duffer brothers are clearly intending on bringing her back in some way, and concurrently they don’t seem to have taken a single moment to google what ‘brain dead’ means
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remember when i vibed with jeremy from mayday parade in hamburg last month? that was fun, i don't know how or why it happened but there was a vibe haha
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drarchibaldpeppermd · 9 months
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there are SO MANY aspects of getting my migraines that are so frustrating. like the fact that i still feel like i havent found a trigger. or i have NO IDEA what will make them go away and sometimes stuff works and sometimes they dont. or the fact that i feel like my metric for how bad they are is getting skewed bc i cant afford to take time off so i just have to work through them. or the fact that i KNOW for a fact that half the ppl i tell about them (including some healthcare professionals) just thinks they're uwu really bad headaches (they are not. it is some of the most excruciating pain i have ever been in in my entire life). to the fact that i dont get them enough to officially be chronic BUT i know for certain im going to get at least 2 a month. it's so exhausting. like being followed by an invisible axe murderer who will strike at any moments notice but you cant die so you just have you slowly heal from a gaping head wound so that he can do it again whenever he feels like
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cthulhuuuuuuuuu · 1 year
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Why tf are some people so incredibly insistent that you interact with their dog. Like this goes for any pets, but dog owners specifically get like wildly offended if you aren’t comfortable petting their dog while it’s sitting there growling and snapping at you. I’m like slightly afraid of dogs because mine growing up was mean af (with good reason, it wasn’t her fault but still) and I got bit all the time, and the amount of people I’ve had try super fucking hard to get me to interact with their clearly upset dogs pisses me off. I remember one specific time where this little chihuahua mix was in my coworker’s car and it was freaking the fuck out over me being there (it was a rescue and has probably seen some shit), and she just kept being like “no no just go pet him!! It’s okay he won’t bite he just sounds tough!!” and I was just politely like no thank you I’m good but she WOULD NOT let up until I had to put my foot down super hard and say “no seriously, I’m not comfortable going up to a dog that’s that severely agitated”. And she just acted all offended and weirded out by my doing that! Like what is your problem just let me appreciate your dog from a safe NOT BITTEN distance!!
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wekillitwithfire · 2 years
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yeah. andor’s good
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crowleys-hips · 4 months
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"I'm sick of people portraying this character as-" "I'm tired of seeing-" "I'm tired of fics where-"
okay then WRITE YOUR OWN. if you don't like the way others write your favorite characters, if you don't like certain tropes or scenarios, if you don't like certain headcanons, you're not obligated to read any of it. you are free to write your own shit. nothing is stopping you. fanfic writers don't owe you anything, and neither do authors, showrunners, etc. we're not here to cater to your own special little headcanons. we're here to tell stories we'd like to see and share them with people who want to see them. that's all. so stop complaining, and go make your own.
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naedsart · 2 years
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louis and lestat
oil on paper, 2022
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bonniebeanie · 1 month
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Thanks to the blue guy!!
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peridots-pixiwolf · 1 year
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Highly doubt I’m the first one to point this out with seven months since act II released but. y’know the sentient terminal theory from the p-1 entry
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[Start ID. An ULTRAKILL screenshot of the terminal at the end of the level 5-3: SHIP OF FOOLS. It has been tipped over on its side from the Leviathan capsizing the ship, and its Tip of the Day has been replaced with the word “Ow.” End ID]
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Growing up in an extremely ultra religious, cult-like family was a mindfuck for multiple reasons but that doesn't stop unfortunately, even when you escape. For example, see: The overwhelming feeling of boiling hatred and shame for who you used to be.
The angry hatred for the past person I used to be, the version of myself that mindlessly parroted my family's beliefs and listened to their every command, constantly simmered under my skin and invaded my every thought. I was embarrassed of what I used to be- even as I made friends of different ethnicities and faiths, as I listened and explored new ideas and worlds that I never knew existed, as I started the first LGBTQ+ club at my school and volunteered with kids who deserved so much more- there was always a little voice in the back of my head.
"They would hate you if they knew what you were. They would hate the horrendous teachings that were seared into your mind, the things that you used to say and believe. You are nothing but a pretender."
And it is true that my beliefs were bigoted in all the worst ways. It is true that I believed truly heart-wrenching things without a second thought and judged others in such harsh and unfair ways. I told myself that there was no coming back from that, not really. There was nothing I could do to ever make up for it.
Then I remembered that the person who said those things wore velcro light up sneakers and collected finger puppets that the librarians handed out as awards for reading picture books. The person that held signs at pro-life rallies and anti-LGBTQ+ protests had a cherished sticker book and hunted minnows in the creek after school and adored their puffle on club penguin and was really into greek mythology and had skinned knees from climbing trees at recess and knew every Disney song by heart and was absolutely terrified of the dark.
That person was a child.
I was a child.
It took a really long time. Years and years of reflection and distance, but I've decided that I can't hate the past version of myself anymore. I feel pity and remorse, I feel anger- I feel so much fury and violent rage- at what my childhood was and I grieve what could- no, should- have been, but I no longer resent who I was.
I'm not ashamed.
I am so, so, so unbelievably proud of that little kid. For being brave enough to leave the comfort and safety of what I was told was right. For not being afraid to be wrong. For seeking out information and knowledge in a culture that praised ignorance. For questioning everything, relentlessly.
I am by no means a perfect person, I never have been and I never will, but I am proud of myself in every iteration that has ever existed because I know that I have never stopped trying to understand and learn and grow, and I never will.
If you have ever been in a similar situation and feel similar things, first of all: My condolences on your lost childhood. Second of all: Please be nice to that past version of yourself and recognize all the hard work they did to make you who you are today. That person was a survivor and an inspiration. They deserve nothing but love.
#started anti depressants recently. kinda had an epiphany. i can't hate who i was. if i met me now i wouldn't blame that tiny child#for their rancid beliefs or for being dragged to protests. because thats a CHILD. i HAVE met kids in that position and i feel nothing but#pity and anger on their behalf. so why am i holding that version of myself to a higher standard?#i could not have known what i know now at 6 or 8 or 10. the same way that i could not have written a college level essay at that age#but i did what i could. in my own 8 y/o way. i believed in love and humanity and happiness. i was just misguided in the 'hows' of it all#and i am so so so so so proud. of every single microscopic step that i took. every question i asked. every thought that i hid and protected#and pondered secretly at night until new ideas and doubts bloomed like a dandelion through the pavement#and I'm so proud that i chased that doubt. that i asked why why why why until their ears bled and their voices were raw#until their answers stopped adding up. until i sought knowledge elsewhere with a mind dehydrated and malnourished and begging for knowledge#in any form i could get. i just. if i could hug that kid? if i could right now reach out and give that terrified and lonely child a hug?#i would. a million times over.#anyway sorry for the intense personal rant I'm just going through it rn and I'm like.... actually feeling alright#its wild. did you guys know about this??? anti depressants make you NOT depressed??? shits insane fam#irl#personal
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