the funniest meltdown ive ever had was in college when i got so overstimulated that i could Not speak, including over text. one of my friends was trying to talk me through it but i was solely using emojis because they were easier than trying to come up with words so he started using primarily emojis as well just to make things feel balanced. this was not the Most effective strategy... until. he tried to ask me "you okay?" but the way he chose to do that was by sending "👉🏼👌🏼❓" and i was so shocked by suddenly being asked if i was dtf that i was like WHAT???? WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME?????????? and thus was verbal again
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i cant describe it but people just putting meryl and milly in the background of vashwood instead of just putting them front and centre in their own piece genuinely feels like im being cucked like why did u even bother
like damn maybe id like the ship more if people didnt just go "theyr so cute and soft and married aahhh so so gentle and femme and girly theyr so cyute" then the only time they draw them is like. idfk them walking in on vash and wolfwood fucking eachothers brains out like god. all talk.
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okay, i’m not gonna call out names because i think people deserve chances to grow and i’m not assuming any malicious intent, but i also feel a need to answer something addressed to me today, because empathy’s gotta go hand in hand with accountability.
this is why talking about race (in fandom, or otherwise) is often like slamming your face into a brick wall that keeps insisting it’s on your side.
okay. so i sort of debated how to handle this: i think i’m just gonna quote myself. you may have missed this piece, so hopefully it’ll give context for why i’m not sure exactly what to say, and remain unsure.
i am very sure that until the day i die, i will be doing the hard and frustrating and not super ego-boosting work of diving into the mental dumpster of weird bullshit i was implicitly taught and unpacking it all.
so i know i will breathe my last and i will still have all these racist ideas, rattling around my noggin fucking with how i see the world and how i treat people, even though i don’t know i’m doing the thing. when i talk about people being racist and having implicit bias, i am also talking about me!
because racist is a descriptor, not an insult. and as much as it sucks for me to unpack this shit (don’t let anybody tell you it’s not hard work or that it feels good to do; it’s really hard and it will make you feel very small and gross sometimes) the people i accidentally aim it at deserve me putting in that effort and have it much worse.
so when i’m like, it was racist stede did that? i’m not saying stede is a bad person, and i’m not saying fuck that guy.
i’m saying oh shit this show is SMART, i do that too! it’s me!
so. i don’t know why you posted this and then bounced: i don’t know why you didn’t @ me, if you wanted me to see it and respond.
like... is your issue that i’m talking about race too much? that i’m being mean or unfair when i do it? that i don’t talk enough about how hard it is for white people to think about race, or that i’m not being understanding enough that it sucks to look at people who hurt you and have to consider you might have something in common with them? because i’ve said exactly that, too. you’re right, it’s not fun to do this work, and it is work.
i guess i just don’t understand the purpose, here, or why you’d say all this and not explain what exactly you want from me as a writer to do differently. and if that’s not your goal and i’ve misunderstood, then... i mean. i guess i remain confused as to what you want me to take away from this, other than “it’s hard to be white, and you have made me feel very uncomfortable about it so i wish you would stop”.
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I have a wild, new, & bold suggestion for a tumblr feature:
When a tag is recommended or trending. & It previews some posts IN that tag, (showing you thumbnails of art, for instance,) then maybe.
Clicking on that post. Should show you that fucking post.
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there's a post going around that says "“We need to strive to be more accepting of POC” you guys can’t even handle religion." and like. that's genuinely offensive to me lmao
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>> wip day
was tagged a long time ago by @adelaidedrubman, @turbo-virgins and @shellibisshe to share a wip and was tagged by @morvaris and @aartyom to share six sentences from a current wip, thank you so much!! i decided to combine them and rather than sharing a wip, i'll share some information about the broker, a new character i recently introduced into the story of my cyberpunk ocs :) tagging @reaperkiller, @arklay, @steelport, @cultistbase, @faarkas, @swordcoasts, @ladybeniko, @necro-hamster, @strafethesesinners, @henbased, @coffeebucko, @awful-roffle, @bluemojave and anyone else who wants to do this!
A powerful fixer in Night City, operating from the shadows and only known by their alias. Cold and ruthless, focused entirely on wreaking havoc in the existing mercenary world by planting seeds of distrust and paranoia, to pit everyone up against each other. While their interference is still minimal, the long-term consequences can be felt in every corner of the city.
Once a powerful Arasaka asset, the Broker has access to a tight network of assassins- a few highly skilled killers who serve as their security network, all ex-Arasaka as well. Through connections they also have an entire division of Militech in their pocket, and the NCPD tends to turn them a blind eye.
The Broker is a horrible fixer, presenting themself as "one of the good guys" and luring mercs in with eddies and empty promises. With their charismatic nature, they're able to use the backstabbing and corruption in Night City's underworld as a tool to manipulate mercs into thinking no one can be trusted and the entire network has to be destroyed for good, and they themself are the only person in the whole city they can trust; this way, their mercs end up developing a strange dependency on them, meaning they'll do anything they tell them to do without giving it a second thought.
Though once the Broker has lured the mercs in, they stop paying them well and give them little support while they do all their dirty work, uncaring about what happens to them and whether or not they'll make it out alive. The mercs are mere tools to the Broker to achieve their long-term goals, and they even take pride in killing those who dare to disagree with them- turning them into an example for others.
Some time after Vincent has been cured and is no longer actively dying, one of Vitali's cargo trucks is intercepted by a group of his old mercenaries- all people who felt betrayed and abandoned by him after his departure from Night City with Vincent about six months ago, when they left for Arizona in hopes to find a cure. The attack leaves Lauren, Eddie and Mikhail gravely injured and it can be traced back to the Broker; while it is still unclear what their deal with Vitali is, they now seem to be targeting him and his entire fixer network specifically.
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Okay whatever fucked up if true Arthur school stories time:
My first proper day there (not counting orientation or the times in primary school made me take lessons there. The latter is a story for another time) an ibis got into the girls' toilets.
The classroom that was used for my homeroom in year 8 Very Obviously had something die in the roof above it and it fucking stank for the rest of the year.
There was this one guy in 90% of my classes who picked fights with teachers constantly and also fucking loved bullying me. One time in Design & Tech he fucking. Held up one of the lego robots we were working with right up to my face while it made a really high pitched beeping sound. If you thought he got better the answers no he was one of the many people who was not normal about my cane.
I've already mentioned it before but the vice principle yelling at my whole year because like 7 kids pissed her off. Something about my specific year pissed her off because like. Multiple times from years 8 to 10 she would make us all go into one place to like. Tell us collectively off at best and scream at us at worst.
Like the ibis one this is more funny fucked up and less actual fucked up but after 2 weeks of holidays me and my friends in year 9 found a dead magpie floating in a pool of water covered in maggots. And then one of my friends blasted it with a hose.
There were multiple times throughout my mandatory HPE classes where I nearly passed out because, y'know. Shout out to the teacher I had for year 9 though I think he's the only HPE teacher I've had in high school who was like. A decent fucking human being.
One year 10 art class I had to take my laptop with me whenever I got up because this guy in my project group kept trying to look up actual fucking hentai on my computer.
In year 11 biology we got to dissect owl pellets which was fun however for some fuck off reason the teacher didn't give us gloves. I was the only one in my group who did any actual dissecting because the girls in my group thought it was gross, which is 100% fair but it did suck because our group was lagging behind. I think I still have the mouse bones I found somewhere.
In my earlier years the IT desk was infamous for taking like a million years to help people with their issues so a popular way of wagging (skipping class) was to go with your friend to the IT desk and just (most of the time) end up spending the whole lesson there.
We had a career expo excursion in year 10 at a big showground in the city. I pretty much did an overstimulation any% speedrun and just shut down within minutes of going inside. The teachers there then dealt with this by leaving in one of the """"quieter"""" rooms of the hall that was brightly lit and had no chairs anywhere. For 2 hours. By myself.
Closing this off with a good story one time for like. Harmony day I think the teachers put out chalk for people to write/draw related things with. Within 2 days the campus was covered in amonguses and iirc some stayed until the end of the year.
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SO!
Pretty good show honestly. I think it may perhaps come off a little underwhelming compared to last time because they released the full trailers early, so it was chiefly just talking, but I was still pleased.
The only thing I really wanted out of it was one (1) of my predictions coming true and one (1) surprise, and well, between the Watase Family and Nishitani...... THREE!!!!!, that's exactly what I got. Kiryu looking up at the sky like he's struggling to remember who he (allegedly) proposed to is hilarious though same energy as Jo not remembering Ikumi's name ghdshgkdhf the exchange kind of reminded me of Ichi talking to Arakawa as well... the "don't say it in the past tense" one you know the one...
Also next summit in September so that'll be a lovely birthday present :) For Me :)
Also x2 I love seeing which of my asks you decide to reblog. Whether it's because of the actual ask or because of my commentary it always feels like a win (<- normal to want and possible to achieve)
even if Considerably underwhelming, what information's been given IS causin a lotta buzz right now so !!! pretty successful summit in some regards ( ❁´◡`❁;;)
i just wish we got to see LAD8 gameplay, that's probably the only thing i really wanted but i guess there is still the fall summit (and for your birthday's sake i hope it's a real banger one)!
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I don’t like to get personal on here often, but tbh one of my pet peeves is when I try to open up about something (especially something about feeling anxious or depressed) to someone, and they immediately ask something like “are you mad at me?” or “what did I do?”
I know people really stress about whether or not they’ve done something to upset me, but most of the time there really isn’t a reason I feel this way and it just kinda sounds like they’re not even listening they’re just making the whole thing about them..
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like i was just thinking about how proud of myself i was that so few people knew about my life IRL and then i go and tell my new girlfriend on our FIRST DATE about how i most likely have a personality disorder & have delusions & have a complicated romantic history like. she told me a lot of stuff too but she still has power in this situation and i am extremely stressed about it
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I'm in my not caring anymore arc (<- gripping the bathroom sink, crying)
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theres something so terribly and uniquely lonely about systemhood sometimes
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This blog is one of my most-followed sideblogs, and still gets quite a few interactions whenever I think to send a post over to it. It makes me so happy that so many people have found solidarity and validation from this blog. Before I go any more into this I want to make it clear: I have not abandoned this blog, and I have no intentions of leaving it behind.
I want to tell y’all why I am so much less active on this blog, and why the only things I reblog here anymore are about healing and recovery. I am completely outwardly asymptomatic for BPD now, and have been for a few years.
I use the phrase “outwardly asymptomatic” because the BPD will always affect the way that I think, and my initial impulses in certain situations. But, I no longer meet the diagnostic criteria for BPD in the DSM-V. This does not mean that I never had it, I very much did (and still do, in my opinion. Like I said, it still affects the way that I think and internally react to things). If anything, I was a pretty “classic” case of it, meeting nearly all of the criteria.
I want to talk a little bit about my recovery here, and I want to keep posting about it and talking about it. There is so much stigma around BPD, and so much misinformation and misunderstanding around how treatable it is and what treatment is actually like, and I know I can’t fix that all myself, but I want to put my experiences out there in some way, in case it helps even one person.
I can’t sum up my entire recovery in one post. It was, and still is, years and years of work. For now, I think one of the biggest things that I want to tell other actuallyBPD people is this:
When I first started my journey to recovery, I was terrified. I didn’t want to be the way that I was forever, that idea was terrifying. But I also didn’t want to get better, because that scared me, too. BPD was the only thing I knew about who I “really” was, and I was so afraid that recovery would cause me to lose myself and the only sense I really had about myself. That never happened. That fear never came to pass.
I did not fundamentally change as a person from recovery. I did not lose the things that make me me. All recovery did was allow me to start uncovering the things about myself that were always true and I could never see. It was like part of the BPD was this huge buildup of rubble covering my entire self. I thought all that I was was that rubble. But as I started to clear the rubble, I found beautiful things underneath. Things that had always been there, things that the people around me may have been able to see, but that I never knew about because the rubble and debris had been covering it from my sight for as long as I could remember.
My ask box is absolutely open for anybody who has questions about recovery, though please keep in mind it may take me a while to get to responding. I only have so much energy for writing out new posts, and it is especially a lot of work to talk about my whole recovery process. That is a me thing, not a you thing, I promise.
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i fucking hate everything about applying for mcat fee assistance this shit fucking sucks fuck the aamc
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ngl i think people are really signalling their virtue when they make a billion and one posts telling w*yc*st shippers to die
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