#j rants

[joficeandwind]

Reminder that you can be a victim of abuse, mentally unstable, AND a shitty person! I have seen too many posts and too many people in real life that put ALL of the blame on someone's mental conditions and just ignore that people have agency! I've seen so many people pull the "Well, yes, their mental health didn't help, but, what about Y factor that's out of their control?" When you try holding people accountable for their actions! So I'm gonna fight back on that bullshit here and now! So remember!

DO NOT give them infinite chances! Of course, you should give people struggling with trauma or mental issues room to make mistakes so they can learn and grow. But, you can't let them make fuck up after fuck up after fuck up, never try to improve, and not do anything about it! People can only fix themselves, so if they don't WANT to, and only say they will so they can get out of trouble, call them out for it! Give them a piece of your mind, berate them! Cut them off if you have to!

DO NOT expect people they've hurt to forgive them just because they're mentally ill or suffering with trauma! If someone with an undiagnosed Cluster B Personality disorder is an abusive partner for years, and they get therapy and become a healthier, better person, of course many people will forgive them and not be as outraged at them, even if they were the abused in that situation. But you should NOT force that onto others who wouldn't! A person would have every right to still be furious at them for what they did, especially not the victims! They have every right to blame THEM for what they did, and not their inner turmoil.

DO NOT downplay their shitty behavior caused by their mental health! NPD, BPD, ASPD, and adjacent Personality Disorders DO NOT necessarily make someone a bad person! You should not look at someone struggling with any of those issues and assume they have The Mental Illness That Turns You Into a Shitty Person. BUT! When someone is CLEARLY demonstrating toxic and destructive behavior that lines up EXACTLY with what they are diagnosed with, and they are CONSISTANTLY participating in these behaviors, you can't act like it's completely out of their control or not that big a deal! Do not protect them JUST BECAUSE they are mentally ill!

At the end of the day, just because someone is mentally ill, doesn't mean they can't be a shitty person! I had a neglectful and sometimes physically abusive mother with Bipolar Personality Disorder who was also a victim of CSA, and guess what? We have her CHANCE, after CHANCE, after CHANCE, financially supporting her, letting her live with us, LOVING HER, even after EVERYTHING, including almost TORCHING one of her ex-friends! But after long enough, when she ended up in jail on drug charges for the SECOND TIME, you know what happened? WE CUT HER OFF.

One of my first friends here on tumblr suffered from extremely low empathy, speculated to have Narcissistic Personality Disorder by the professionals she was in contact with for short periods of time and herself, and was also SUICIDAL, which I TALKED HER OUT OF COMMITING ONCE. Guess what? She was A-Ok and LAUGHED while being an accessory in spreading completely false accusations of RACISM and PEDOPHILA to onto a MINOR. (Me, who had literally turned 16 like 2 weeks ago at the time of this happening.) Why? She just didn't wanna bother with me or my friends anymore, we gave her a "bad image".

TL;DR, support mentally ill people and people going through tough shit, but don't coddle, woobify, or let them trample on you!

#j rambles #mental health #mental illness #emotional health #j rants #cluster b #borderline personality problems #narcissistic personality disorder #bpd #bipolor #accountability #trauma #alexis don't look

[shadowisles-writes]

I’ve been trying to get my oven/stove fixed for three months and it’s STILL not working I’m so tired and done of not being able to cook properly

#i hate renting #i'm so tired of this #executive dysfunction makes it hard enough to properly feed myself in a functioning kitchen #this is just not working i don't even have a microwave i can't exactly cook with a kettle #j rants

[golden-flora]

so my hiring for the new job got put on hold because my generalized anxiety disorder got flagged. it feels like discrimination. because it is. idk i just feel really demotivated rn and empty. i thought things were going well?

also i’m a top performer for fuck’s sake i got promoted twice in a year (not usually allowed in my workplace but i’m that good accdg to them)

but ngl it’s 2023 i didn’t think people still discriminated against these things yet here we are

also it feels stupid to hold my hiring because i’m… getting treatment… to manage my GAD? sigh

#tw mental illness #tw anxiety #j speaks #j rants

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Andy Grey and the Abbott Mansion Murderer (Part 2)

Carl went to get himself a glass of water from the kitchen around 11pm, only to find the body of Ms. Stewart, clad in only her pyjama shorts and a t-shirt, sprawled across the dining room floor in a pool of blood. After Carl, I was the first to arrive at the site of the murder. Quick to follow me were Diane, Luna, Chadwick, Will, Thomas, and then Emerson, who was still donning her beautiful maroon dress she had worn to dinner earlier in the evening unlike everyone else, who opted to change into lounge wear or pyjamas soon after dinner. Based on the smudges of her eye makeup and water stains on her dress, I assumed she had been preparing to take her makeup off when she heard Carl screaming like a little girl and came running.

Carl seems like the type to get in the middle of a lot of things. It must be quite annoying for Emerson to have smudged makeup across her face.

Everyone began to talk at once when we all recovered from the shock of seeing the cadaver on the floor. Diane quickly took control of the situation and ordered us to remain calm. Her calculating gaze that she held when she looked at us told me she was analyzing us all. I did the same. When looking everyone up and down for clues, maybe blood or perhaps offensive wounds from Ms. Stewart, I came to a startling realization.

“Where’s Colin?” I asked quietly. Everyone’s eyes shot to me, then quickly to their surroundings to see that Colin Dawson was nowhere to be seen.

Luna suggested that Colin was the killer and that he ran. We all opted to stay on guard and go back to our rooms and lock our doors since the hurricane left us with very few options, but everyone seemed uneasy at the thought of going upstairs. Diane finally led the charge to head up the staircase and everyone followed like some twisted follow the leader game.

When I got to the top floor I looked around quickly for any signs of Colin, and noticed that the door to the room he was staying in was ajar. I tapped Chadwick on the shoulder, who had been walking in front of me, and pointed to the door. Chadwick crept silently over to the door, catching everyone’s attention. We watched as he stopped in front of the door, paused for a moment, and swiftly kicked the door the rest of the way open, only to lurch back in surprise.

On the floor was Colin Dawson, throat slit and a rose placed stem first in an open wound in his chest.

Things quickly spiralled from there. Everyone began to run about like headless chickens. I hid myself in the bathroom nearest to my room for a few minutes to recompose myself, and noticed a bit of blood on the sink after I gathered myself and took in my surroundings. I found this odd, I didn’t think I had gotten blood on myself when I was downstairs near Ms. Stewarts’ body.

I was broken from my thoughts by a knock at the door.

“My dear, there have been another two bodies found, and someone is missing,” the soft voice of Diane vibrated through the heavy bathroom door. I ripped the door open to see Diane’s ashen face, and she led me to the library where the bodies of Luna and Chadwick were found.

“What happened?” I questioned her. “How could this have all happened so fast? There were only ten of us here, who could be the killer.

“I don’t know, most of us went to our rooms. Chadwick said he was going to go downstairs and try to find any clues pointing to who the killer is. The rest of us went to our rooms. We only came out when we heard glass breaking downstairs, but we all waited before rushing downstairs. This is when I found them like this. Emerson, Will and Carl came down soon after.”

The shock I had felt earlier began to set in again as I realized the reality of the situation I was in.

So far the only body we haven’t found is that of T​​homas Hunter, the 40 year old writer who recently faced a lot of backlash for a controversial book he wrote when he was 23 and had quickly been blackballed in the industry. It’s a miracle he was invited to this convention.

“Yes but he's the one with the most motivation!” cried Will, the calm man who reminded me of my grandfather in a way, quiet, reserved, and not quick to raise his voice. Now is a special circumstance however.

“Yes,” voiced Emerson, finally speaking up and moving closer to the group. We all stood in the atrium of the house, debating whether to brave the hurricane and walk to the closest town. It was a good 3 kilometres from the mansion, but facing the storm seemed a lot more appealing than facing a murderer right now.

“He does have the most motive, but Andy is right about the red herring. Theres a high likelihood that the real murderer has planted a red herring to lead us off his trail.” Emerson continues.

“But if that's the case, then who else is here that could be a suspect besides the 5 of us currently in this room?” asks Carl, who eyes everyone suspiciously. We all eye each other up and down uneasily, wondering which one of us had the potential to be the killer. I quickly realize Carl is right, no matter how much of an asshole he is.

“Jesus Christ I'm too old for this shit,” mutters Will, shaking his head and putting his hands over his face. “

“Excuse me young man, I am 5 years older than you, don’t go calling yourself old just yet. You sure as hell better not be trying to say we aren’t going to make it out of here alive. I have too much life left in me yet to go out without a fight,” exclaims Diane loudly. Something tells me she isn’t the murderer, and I have a sneaking suspicion that neither is Will. To be completely honest, they just seem like they want to get out of here, but I can’t rule them out. I don't plan to be one of those idiots in a horror film or novel that ends up trusting everyone and gets killed. I’m actually genre aware.

“Okay, we can’t start turning against each other right now, we need to figure out what the fuck we need to do to get out of here. We obviously can’t call the police because of the hurricane, so what are our other options?” Questions Emerson.

“I vote that we high tail it out of here and walk to the closest town,” Carl snarks back in a ‘duh’ tone.

“You know what Carl, you can go right ahead and go out in that hurricane and walk to the next town which happens to be a 4 kilometre walk. If you can make it to town without getting blown away then you can get the police, but right now I’m doing the smart thing and staying here. I can fight another person, but I can’t fight the elements. If you're confident that you can fight mother nature herself then have at it,” Diane condescendingly says. Damn, I really like this woman. Explains why I love her books so much .

Carl looks down at his feet, unsure of how to respond, and looks back at the front door which is a mere 6 feet from where he is standing, and looks away in defeat.

“I’m with Diane,” sighs Will in resignation, realizing that Diane’s plan was perhaps the safest option right now. Emerson and I silently agree and nod.

“Okay, well if we’re going to stay here then what are we going to do, wait for whoever the murderer is to come out and slit out throats too?” Retorts Carl. Goddamn I wish someone would slit his throat to shut him up.

Well, maybe don't actually slit his throat, but at least knock him out.

“No,” I finally cut in. We aren’t going to wait for the killer to come after us. We are going to find him.”

#jbookreviews #who did it #cozy mystery #cozymysteries #whodunnit #Andy Grey and the Abbott Mansion Murderer #j short stories #j rants #I wrote this for an assignment please don’t judge me #murder mystery #original short story #short story #original story #short fiction

[insomniamamma]

I’m so goddamn tired. Why did I get screamed at today? For tugging the sheets a little when I got into bed. His justification? Oh you startled me. I can’t help how I react. And yet I am supposed to police everything I express. 24/7. Forever and always. If we didn’t have a child together I’d be gone. Guess it’s couch sleep for me for the foreseeable future. Still better than getting screamed at for no good reason.

#j personal #j rants #hate it here #we were on the verge of splitting up when I got pregnant #I love him but I can’t stand him at the same time

[theoniprince]

No... just no...

#ich will nicht klugscheißen... aber es ist einfach falsch #j rants #j talks #know the facts

[jelotinousblog]

couldnt sleep because i kept thinking about knitting so i went in the bathroom and knit in there so the light wouldnt go directly into the bedroom except i was just sitting on the floor and now my spine hurts so ba d

#j tag #j rants

[matbarzyy]

Jail for whoever decided that construction work could start at 7am during the week. I need to sleep in.

#it's driving me crazy #j rants

[millaniumcat]

"But we need to separate the art from the artist..."

NO. STOP.

"Separating the art from the artist" and "death of the author" does not mean what most people think it means, and i am so sick of people using this as an excuse for an artists horrible behaviour. Yes, i am looking at you, J.K Rowling and Till Lindemann (and so many more.)

"Death of the author" is a LITERARY THEORY that argues that the meaning of a piece of art is determined by the readers interpretation, not the authors intention. It is a TOOL used by LITERARY STUDIES to determine the meaning of a piece of art.

It is not a good argument in an everyday discussion about problematic authors. And it is certainly not an excuse for people to keep supporting artists (and art!) that are queerphobic, transphobic, anti-feminisitc, antisemitic and misogynistic.

And no, "separation of artist and art" is not a reason to ignore the problematic views of the author that are INHERENTLY INCOPORATED in the art.

DO NOT EVER use "death of the author" or "separate art from artist" as an excuse. It is not.

#j k rowling #jk rowling #harry potter #till lindemann #rammstein #fuck rowling #trans #death of the author #art #rant #rant post #fuck jkr #no

[alltheficsiwant]

I had a good ugly cry. I have my emotions bottled up a bit for the past weeks. Maybe because I was too busy at work.

When I came home today after a night out with friends. I can't help but cry as the high of my happiness fades away. :(

#j rants

[joficeandwind]

Who's the weakest most stupid most ugly most selfish most annoying most filthy most disgusting most worthless person in the whole wide world?

Me. It's me.

#j rambles #j rants

[shadowisles-writes]

I ghosted a guy who asked me out for a drink after saying yes (we hadn't made solid plans or anything) and of course I had to run into him on the way to my yoga class even though I've never seen him since we randomly met at a bar in February

#but also the fact that we never talked between february and now #and the guy texted me like hey it's been a while wanna grab a drink #bro how do you remember i exist #he was very sweet but to the point that you want to tell him to grow a spine #so #j rants

[onionninjasstuff]

this is part one! | next

#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt #rottmnt donnie #rottmnt mikey #rottmnt draxum #villain pb&j duo #separated au #aaaaaaaa lets not talk abt the flow pacing and jokes in this my writing juice is running out #draxum having a mental breakdown and villain-ranting to himself for 4 pages straight #hes drinking all of that copium rn #im super improvising this whole thing btw im not rlly sure whats going on #but im having fun! #i hope everything is readable lol

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Andy Grey and the Abbott Mansion Murderer (Part 1)

I had always prided myself on being analytical and cool in the face of fear and danger, but when I was confronted with the real possibility of being trapped in a house with a murderer, that cool facade flew out the window.

“I only write about murder! I don't want to be part of a real murder! I’m too young to die!”

“Diane, you are 70 years old, I’m pretty sure you're past your expiration date”

“What do you know about expiration dates Carl? Your stories expired on the shelves years ago, it's a wonder you were even invited to this convention,”

“I’m pretty sure the only reason people were invited to this was so the coordinator could slowly pick us all off one by one,” I pipe up frantically, in hopes to get the others to shut the fuck up so I could think.

After being a murder mystery novelist for the past 15 years I was thrilled to be invited to this convention, with the chance to meet some of the best writers from the past 50 years, but a couple of things kind of ruined that.

The hurricane that is cutting off all cell service.

The corpses that began showing up.

There had originally been 10 of us at the convention, now only 5 of us were left, potentially 6, but there is a chance that if the sixth is alive, they aren’t on our side.

“And what would you know, I hadn’t even heard of you before coming to this convention, what could you possibly know about murder and the motives of a murderer,” mutters Carl, who I was quickly beginning to despise as the night went on.

“Just because you haven’t heard of me doesn't mean shit,'' I spit at him. “There are 4 bodies and 1 person missing right now, I don't think you should be focusing on how little recognition I've had over the years, maybe more on finding out who is killing us and why they want to do this! In case you haven't noticed, we are trapped here with no cell service until the hurricane calms down which isn’t likely to happen for at least another 12 hours,” I continue. Carl looks ashamed at his actions.

Diane quickly steps in and adds “Yes, but don’t we already know who’s doing it? It's obviously the person that went missing - their body is the only one that hasn't turned up yet, so they are the most likely suspect,”

“Not necessarily,” I reason with her. “Isn’t it the first rule of a murder mystery to throw off the detectives, to create a red herring?”The other four in the room murmur their agreement

“I suppose you're right,” replies Emerson in a quiet voice. She is the only one close to my age, being the youngest here at 22 and me being 28.

Both Emerson and I started writing out murder mystery stories at a young age, catching the attention of publishers before we each reached 18. Before that I had only had recognition on small blog posts as a writer, until I hit the big tims. After my first novel that sold however I was struggling to keep up with sales and demand for new books. This struggle to keep up with popular demand over the years is what made me skepctical of my invitation to the convention at Abbott House.

Many rumours circulated for years, inspiring many of the famous mystery writers invited to the convention, especially Diane.

So far this evening 4 bodies have been found, all displayed the same way as the Abbot family was; throats slashed and a rose stuck in the open stab wound through their hearts. The first victim was found after everyone heard a shrill scream around 11pm, at which time most of us were in our assigned guest rooms. The victims tonight were Christina Stewart, a 45 year old writer who had been topping sales charts for the past 20 years. Colin Dawson, a 37 year old writer from the south who was well known for his detective series inspired by Agatha Christie’s Poirot novels, Luna Harkin, 53 years old from Spain, who specialized in amateur detective novels, and lastly the body of Chadwick Bradbury was found, 68 year old writer who was famous in his prime for his gruesome stories based in the 50’s about women being slain for their organs.

All found dead within an hour, and nobody knows who did it.

#jbookreviews #who did it #cozy mystery #cozymysteries #whodunnit #Andy Grey and the Abbott Mansion Murderer #j short stories #j rants #I wrote this for an assignment please don’t judge me #murder mystery #short story #short fiction #original story #original short story

[insomniamamma]

nothing like coming home after five days and finding the house absolutely trashed. JFC. Lift a finger.

#j rants #for fucks sweet sake #you think i'm cleaning all of this up for you? #think harder

[theoniprince]

I was like: " Oh cool! I will be at home at least for one week! I will have time to draw and to get well asap."

Now I am tired asf all the time =_= Atm I just staring at the blank sheet of paper and do nothing.

#I hate it to be ill #I hate it soooo much #ahhhh #j rants #j talks #personal