#fuck 'em

[randomluck-ofthe-universe]

just saying.

🙌🙌

IG @theseshipsshallsail

#armie hammer #fuck 'em #fuck'em all

[thefangirlofhp]

6. withered hearts

Nesta was crying, and her book was the reason.

She welcomes it. For someone who flees from emotion as if a cat’s had her tail stepped on, it is a strange feeling. Nesta prefers the numbness of denial, to burn on a slow-heat for a decade if must and would rather be angry than vulnerable because it is a quick volatile state of being like sudden outbursts of flames. Her palms are littered with the scars of half-moons she’s broken into her skin rather than allowing for a flicker of a shadow change her mood, or her face.  

But here she is, sat in an armchair in the moonlight, her hands repeatedly letting go of her book to wipe her face in a futile effort for the tears were a steady stream down her cheeks and she has not intention of putting a cork in her bleeding heart. It feels cathartic, to sit alone in the House, and weep over words the way she hadn’t over her own father, her own mother. Nesta quietly sobs, the sound a soft symphony joined by the whistling wind like a violin accompanying a piano and the sea tides below a steady bass. Her mouth trembles, chest shuddering as she gives up on reading through her watery vision and instead embraces the book to her chest.

She’s never been happier to weep. And when she hears the soft announcing footsteps letting her know Azriel’s back from beating the wool and leather out of the practice dummies, Nesta leaps to her feet and hurries after him. She’s never wanted someone to see her vulnerable before, or to tell someone of her self, but Azriel’s eyes have always been a cesspool of trust that could never be breached, and he falters in the hallway when he sees her rounding a corner and rush to him.

“Hey,” he whispers quietly, even if no-one else was in The House. “What’s the matter?”

Nesta holds up the book, halting a footstep away from him, pursing her quivering mouth tightly. Azriel’s eyes flicker to it before he sighs, and his tense shoulders visibly drop.

“You can have one,” he mutters, stepping up and not flinching when she presses herself to his torso and lets herself shake. He drops his arms around her shoulders, rests a scarred hand on the back of her head. “I actually teared up at that one too.”

Nesta doesn’t have the words appropriate to describe why she has been made to feel so raw and her heart trampled upon. It does go along the lines of the monologue, the beautiful descriptive language or the fact that she’s been attacked by the narrative exposing and vocalizing nearly every nameless thought and feeling she’s had since she’s gained sentience and for a moment, she does not feel cripplingly alone in space and time. That someone’s had her own griefs, and come out stronger for them.

She gives a violent sob. Azriel rests his chin on her head.

“It’s beautiful, to feel seen, isn’t it?” he sadly asks, quiet as a secret being told.

#nesta archeron #nesta archeron fic #pro nesta #nesta x azriel #nezris #plllllaatonic #azriel fic #reading fluff #just the casual emotional torture Some Books put us through #some people shouldn't be allowed to write istg is all i'm saying #can't count on my hand the number of times i have been in s h a m b l e s #because someone out there decided to entertain their silly thoughts and write their silly little stories #fuck 'em

[dracula-dictionary]

Dracula Dictionary, May 28th

Szgany/gypsy: slurs that refer to Romani people

boyar: a member of the highest rank of the feudal nobility

obeisance: a gesture expressing respect, such as a bow or curtsy

#i've chosen to include the slur in plain text #don't fucking come at me #dictionaries shouldn't be censored #there were people crying about informative posts last year #fuck 'em #dracula daily #re: dracula #dracula dictionary #28 may #dracula daily 28 may #dracula dictionary 28 may

[purlturtle]

One of the hardest thing for me all throughout my life has been the fact that my parents still don't trust I could be doing all right for myself. That my life, different though it is from their lives, and from their vision they had for my life, is a fulfilled and happy and working one.

I am forty-four years of age. I have lived on my own for twenty-five of those years: longer than I have lived under my parents' roof.

And yet!

And yet.

And yet it would seem that they see me as a head-in-the-clouds dreamer incapable of navigating this world, constantly in cloud cuckoo land, squawking helplessly (apparently) at such things as taxes or car insurance or, I don't know, cooking without burning the kitchen down or something.

I have been living in this world for forty-four years; twenty-five of them on my own.

They have never had to bail me out of jail, drive to where I live to pick me up crying on someone's doorstep, spot me money so I can pay rent, none of that. I have never once moved back home or even entertained the idea. (Not that there is anything wrong with any of the aforementioned - I, personally, don't think of these things as failures. I know my parents do though.) Never once have I needed them in such a way that it could hypothetically theoretically potentially play into their idea of me being someone who doesn't have her life together.

And yet!

And yet.

And yet I feel so keenly their dismissal of my adultness, of my being capable the way I am. So many things that are so important to me, are taken by them as a sign that I'm childish. So many markers that they put so much importance on of adulthood: car ownership. House ownership. Children of my own. - some I will never check off on, some I passed too late (whoever heard of owning your first car at 38!), some I very vocally dismiss as a marker of adulthood in the first place.

This hasn't gotten any better (heavy sarcasm) since I developed mental health problems. Why only today, in a phone call with my mom, I had to justify my use of social media to her (since of course all of social media is universally bad, and the fact that I "spend so much time glued to your phone" is a dire sign of my impending insanity (more heavy sarcasm)), AND list all of the things that I do to relax to make up for being stressed out of my wits due to my hypersensitivity. And thank GOD I listed knitting among them, "at least that's being creative" - thank you Mom, for your approval; I needed it so badly. (heaviest sarcasm yet)

I mean in a way I get it; she doesn't see me day to day, she doesn't know that I *have* arranged my life in such a way that I'm mostly okay. But the thing is: I have told her. I have told her, and I am not being believed. Because I couldn't possibly know best what I need. Like, even my consumption of food - I tell her that one of my strategies is making sure that I get enough food so that I don't fall into a blood sugar hellhole, and the first thing she worries about is whether or not the food that I eat is healthy food. Fuck, Mom, sometimes all that helps is chocolate and ice cream!!

And this conflating of "we're worried about you" and "we still don't trust that you know what you're doing, so tell me in precise detail what you're doing so that I can judge if youre doing it right (based on my incomplete knowledge of you and of being HSP)" is....... tiresome. Especially when their causes for worry are based on their headcanons, basically; hypotheses and images in their own minds, based on when we see each other twice a year, usually not at my best, because (who would have thought it?!) being around my parents is fucking stressful to me!

So earlier this month we had such a visit, and it went badly, and a few days after I got home, my mom and I talk about the visit and I tell her, in very plain and coarse language so that she'll fucking hear me, how fucking badly it went - and the next thing I know is I get a phone call from my DAD (in itself only a thing that happens in dire needs), saying that I made my mother cry, telling me with tears in his own voice that I need help, that they think I need help (i.e. therapy), basically staging an intervention based on the abovementioned hypotheses and images, and not even talking to me or asking me any background for proving or disproving their theses.

When I do not need therapy, I've worked with therapists and coaches before, I am the clearest on my needs and accommodations that I've been *in my life* - I just need my parents to accept those needs and accommodations, and to trust that I have things handled, and to damn well consult me first before they think that their precious little baby girl is out there in the world not knowing how to deal.

I've been managing myself even when I still lived with you, you numbskulls. Moving out was the best decision of my LIFE (and arguably saved it)!

God, I am so angry. I am SO angry. I can't handle well being treated dismissively at the best of times, and their dismissal is CONSTANT, and they don't even realize it. I told my mother, in today's phone call, several times that she could trust me when I say that my social media usage isn't detrimental, when I say that I have my life arranged in such a way that most days I'm okay, that I have a grip on things. And she said "well all right then, if you say so" and oh the humoring was audible and I am so furiously, incandescently angry.

And the thing is, I cannot have this conversation with them.

Not on my own, anyway.

Oh how I *wish* that there was a way in which I could sit them down, sit down myself, and then look at a family therapist or someone like that, who will then moderate that conversation so that I can be *part* of the conversation, and not also its moderator. Because that is what I'd try to be, if I sat them down with only myself, and that would NOT work out. As it is, every time I talk with them, I walk on eggshells, I constantly watch myself and them, I check everything I say to make sure I'm communicating clearly and factually and in I-messages and that whole-ass shit, and it is such a high demand on my brain that it leaves me shaking with the effort, ten minutes in. (Not because I'm afraid they'd get abusive. Don't worry. It's never been that, neither in word nor in deed. It's just the constant dismissal, which won't be helped if I have an emotional meltdown.) Still, it's an amount of managing them and their emotions that is not fair to put on my shoulders alone, but as the person that I am, that is where I'd put it, because I don't know how to have that conversation in other ways (curse of being a social worker...).

If you've read all the way to here, thank you. I appreciate you.

#jana rambles (a lot) #parental units and my struggles with them #being hsp and my struggles with my parents over that #parental dismissal #fuck 'em

[naomiknight-17]

Me: Hi jobsite I am a disabled woman looking for a receptionist or administrative job in the medical field, preferably without much physical exertion required. Because I am disabled

Job site: Oh ho ho I have some jobs for you! Here

Me: Okay well. That first one is insurance sales. That has nothing to do with what I asked for, and i don't have the required license. And the prep cook job is impossible for me because of my mobility issues. And the last one -

Me: The fucking Salvation Army?? The ones who leave queer people like me to die in the cold because we're an affront to God!??! Are you FUCKING KIDDING ME

#job hunting #this shit is so spul crushing i stg #what do any of these have to do with being a medical receptionist #how does my medical support services training relate to any of these #and this is just a small sample. there are dozens. dozens that have nothing to do with my career goals #or the reality of my disability #and they just keep sending me emails acting like they're handing me gold #such bullshit #mod post #salvation army #fuck 'em #edit: i did apply to a generic receptionist posting with a temp agency so. fingers crossed on that

[astro-b-o-y-d]

MAN the people who followed me for Ducktales/Gravity Falls stuff are gonna be so confused today. Don't worry about it, though.

#Hayley Speaks #The TL;DR is that a shit company finally went bankrupt after years of circling the drain #One I was formally a fan of but have since had a VERY messy divorce with #Fuck 'em

[werewolf-cuddles]

Brianna's killers have both been found guilty of murder. I sincerely hope they will never see life outside of prison again.

#brianna ghey #no i don't care that they were teenagers #they deliberately went out of their way to kill someone #fuck 'em #they can rot in prison for all i care #sadly they're probably not gonna be able to make a hate crime charge stick #despite them misgendering her and using dehumanizing language in their texts before they killed her

[evilkitten3]

genuinely do not understand why so many people hate on kabuto. he's insane. he's pathetic. he's gay. he's autistic. he causes problems. what's there not to love

#naruto #naruto shippuden #yakushi kabuto #one of the few characters i actively hc as cis #bc it's funnier to me #he tried to trans his gender. he tried very hard #unfortunately he failed miserably #but it's the thought that counts #''oh he did bad stuff'' ''oh he hurt innocent people'' #good #fuck 'em #everyone should be horrible forever #it's more fun that way

[postgoblin]

FUCK EM FUCK EM FUCK EM

#the chisel #fuck 'em #what a fucking nightmare #audio #faves #Spotify

[guerrilla-operator]

The Chisel // Fuck 'Em

I HEARD YOU'RE FEELING A WAY NO MATTER WHAT YOU SAY I'VE HEARD IT ALL BEFORE I'LL SHOW YOU WHAT'S IN STORE PEOPLE THINK THAT I'M TOO MUCH BUT THAT AINT NOTHING NEW I DO WHAT I WANT TO DO WHO'S GONNA STOP ME, YOU? FUCK 'EM LIFE IS HARD BUT I KNOW THAT I CAN BEAT IT PEOPLE TRY TO SLOW ME DOWN BUT I WON'T BE DEFEATED WHEN I SEE, WHAT I WANT, I WILL FUCKING TAKE IT AND IF IT MEANS A LOT TO YOU THEN I WILL FUCKING BREAK IT FUCK 'EM

#the chisel #fuck 'em #what a fucking nightmare #punk rock #oi! #hardcore punk #street punk #punk #UK punk #UK hardcore #tunes #audio #favorite songs ever #Bandcamp

[captain-cargoshorts]

My store is closed for Christmas. Yay! Not a single person is allowed to be in the store, go home and celebrate!

What they don't tell you is that the team who unloads the truck and stocks the shelves is still coming in that night, just after midnight. The work doesn't stop, it just gets pushed back two hours. Now we won't leave until after the store is open, and we will have to deal with the day after xmas crowd. And we will be coming back in at the regular time that night. Over a 30 hour period, I will work 16 hours. But hey, they don't have to pay holiday rates because technically nobody is there on a holiday! Changing the schedule like this does nothing but fuck over the workers.

Sorry if I'm a little grumpy. Enjoy your Christmas.

#it's fine i'm quitting #my last day is the 30th #i might not even go to these last shifts #fuck 'em

[wolverina2002]

Oh now those fuckers are demanding a randsom?

FUCK YOU!!!

Very, very specifically the fuckers who are doing this, everyone they´re claiming to be affiliated with but aren´t exempt.

FUCK YOU ASSHOLES. WITH A NUCLEAR MISSILE.

Sorry for the language but I have a FUCKING SCHEDULE, YOU HEAR ME?!

Tf they even want with bitcoin? FUCKERS.

Fuck you, and your so-called sensibilities. Go back to harrassing people that can actually pay you.

Stars I hope someone accidentally fries those guys. WITH AN A-10 WARTHOG. IN THEIR FACES.

No I´m not having a good day, why´re you asking? Fuckers ruined my entire updating schedule.

#ao3 #ao3 is down #asshole hackers #fuck 'em

[kineticpenguin]

After rallying with swastika flag-waving neo-Nazis and inventing pussy phrenology, I don't think terfs are ever going to beat the fascist allegations

#fuck 'em

[stiwfssr]

#first night #movie #short film #text #my gifs #540px #10mb #that is #bryan dechart #and also #brittany falardeau #as #joey #and #jena #respectively #I didn't think they had names #they don't need them #the older i get #the more i agree with this action #fear #fuck 'em #you done goofed #not my problem

[bear-do-well]

I finally got my birthday present yesterday, a pair of Nordic skates. Everyone in my family already owned them except for me, and I had been promised them for Christmas 2019. And still my parents have the audacity to go "your present was way too expensive so you're not getting a Christmas present" and just every time I ask something they go "well you got a nice present yesterday"

i would become a serial killer tbh

#fuck 'em #at least i hope they're nice skates #asks

[nonstandardrepertoire]

i think it's very fun and sexy how we homosexuals have the power to just obliterate churches with the power of our love. and not even like, the weirdest, freakiest, most deliberately alienating among us either! two white suburban middle-class women ask to file taxes together and the third-largest Christian denomination in the world rips itself apart over the course of two decades! incredible, beautiful, perfect, Catholicism we're coming for you and there's nothing you can do to stop us ^_^

#Christianity #homophobia #this was prompted by looking up how Anglicanism feels about The Gays #and it turns out they feel AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH [schisms] #which i think is Very funny #this isn't very ecumenicalism of me or whatever #but also the people i'm most mocking are the ones that think i should be tortured horribly for eternity for kissing my husband #so you know #fuck 'em #big gay steamroller #we're here we're queer you should be living in fear >:)