u know what i will not let the depression consume me again
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I'll say it as many times as it needs to be said. There is absolutely miniscule actual harm that comes from engaging with Harry Potter in 2024. JK Rowling does not need money. Anything sent her way is less than a rounding error. And the book series was literally EVERYWHERE in the 90s and 2000s. Like it or not, it DID impact a whole generation of people - pretending that never happened is completely absurd, if not outright irresponsible. It happened. It's just a fact. Harry Potter is mainstream. There is nothing that can be done to 'promote' it. It's already there.
What all this obsession with HP on tumblr is about? An easy way to smugly define Good People from Bad People. Because if you *really* cared about trans people enough, you'd hate everything associated with Harry Potter. Regardless of how much you adored it when you were 8 and went to Harry Potter parties with your family all dressed up quoting book lines at one another in your most precious childhood memories because for once your special interest actually aligned with the people closest to you. No, all those positive associations should have been deleted instantly. If you *cared enough*, it would just *happen*.
Which is why a whole slew of people who previously had earnestly reblogged posts about Moral OCD and how bad tumblr can be about it were suddenly cackling about how buying Hogwarts Legacy was comparable to *refusing to throw The One Ring into Mordor, starting a war that would kill millions.* And how donating to a pro-trans charity (an act that would have VASTLY more impact than aforementioned rounding error) is comparable to 'donating to a pro-elf charity' in the wake of that.
Because tumblr doesn't actually give a shit about autistics or OCD sufferers. When we complain about stuff that they also dislike, they proudly reblog that and rage in the notes about how selfish and cruel and Individualist those other people on tumblr are!!! But the *second* they get to paint themselves as the ones with '''''good thoughts and feelings'''''' they take it, and make up posts about how HP likers 'believe they're the main character and everything should revolve around them.'
Is it actually about whether something causes harm? Or is it about dividing the world into Inherently Good People and Inherently Bad People? Is it actually about doing real good for the community and making the world a better place? Or is it about shaming people with the Wrong Emotions until they fucking hate themselves and spend hours upon hours ruminating on end trying to change themselves because their inability to let go of positive Harry Potter feelings is OBVIOUSLY evidence of a truly inescapably evil and cruel and wretched identity that the world would be better off without?
Which is it, actually? When it actually feels a little bit good to feel like you're on the Right Side of all of this, for once?
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You know what's a realization I've made just now at this moment. I've been thinking for the last couple of days about how lately my poetry feels like it has no significance to me anymore, and I don't know why or how. It certainly felt more significant to me when I was youngest, when my poetic offerings were least often worthy of much praise, when I was excited and felt catharsis. Before I was even twenty, poetry became more of a craft/hobby than a diary (to give myself credit, it was a craft/hobby when I was fourteen/fifteen too, but I built that craft/hobby out of my teenage sentiments and obsessions rather than a more concerted effort of skill or construction). And it's been many years since I wrote poetry that was about people; I can't tell you the last time I wrote a poem that was purely about my feelings for another person. More often I write poems about conflicts or problems or things I'm figuring out. Very often my poetry is just inspired by whatever book I'm reading. But I'm not interested in my poetry lately whatsoever; I write it coincidentally. I have no interest in elaborating through that medium anymore at this point in my life. I'm not sure why I continue. And my realization is that I actually have felt this before. My poetry feels like a dormant interest because very few things inspire or excite me right now. My poetry feels insignificant when I'm in a phase where my life feels insignificant.
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slash wrote in his book he had a “jailbait junkie” girlfriend in the 80s that he hooked up with 😭 isn’t that illegal?? I’m just asking for someone else’s opinion cause I’m really disappointed about that since I love him
sex w minors and drug use, both definitely illegal.
when it comes to liking rock stars, or celebrities in general, it's really up to you to set your own boundaries. can you be a fan of someone who's past includes things that you condemn? what does it look like to be a fan without condoning someone's actions? answers vary person to person, all i can say is that critical thinking skills are essential, prioritize your comfort, and never actively support someone who is actively engaging in harmful behavior.
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but you know what IS COMING?
The next couple chapters of Eyan Eternal!
why spend your holiday (if you live in the US) wallowing in depression with your homophobic family when you could wallow in depression with gay characters weathering a dying future??
come read more of my latest self indulgent nightmare comic tOMORROW (oh wait I guess technically it's today bc I mean Wednesday but it's like dark outside and I just woke up from an accidental 6 hour nap induced by volunteer work where I ran around cleaning up messes for like the entire time and time now has 0 meaning for me)
or possibly another day but like still this weekend but AIMING FOR TOMORROW
stay tuned pals I will be posting links and images sooooon
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i didn’t believe that if i left the church i would lose my salvation or go to hell, but i did believe that i would be in an accident and horribly mutilated, or that my loved ones would be killed, or that i would spend the rest of my life in misery and emotional anguish, haunted every second by the agony of being out of god’s will
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