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#I cry when I’m tired
peachdues · 4 months
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I’ll probably delete this later, because I genuinely not trying to start anything. I just want to drop a gentle reminder that authors put a lot of time and effort into their works — from plot, to dialogue, to themes, it takes a lot of brain power and planning and dedication to create and put your work out into the ethos.
I have more to say on this but tbh it’s all based on a series of anons and comments I’ve received over the last few weeks, and I’m not going to subject you all to my whining. But please remember to be patient — whether it’s for waiting for the next installment or getting confirmation whether certain things will/wont happen — the wait is half the experience. I know instant gratification is the norm, but it’s really disheartening to see people write off your hard work before it’s even out because they’re convinced something is going to happen one way or another.
In other words, please recognize the time and effort it takes creators to put out content.
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cupcake-complains · 9 months
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Someone told me today that masculinity is a prison. Like, just straight to my face. I’m so fucking tired of this. Just be normal about masculine people. It’s not hard.
Do you know why the term is “toxic masculinity”? Because normal masculinity isn’t fucking toxic!! It’s wonderful and amazing and freeing. It’s so fucking freeing. I feel like myself, something teenage and child me never got to have. I finally feel like myself. I finally feel HAPPY!! I feel ALIVE!!!
And it’s not like toxic femininity is fake. It’s real, and it’s out there. It’s trad wives. It’s terfs to an extent. It’s white women and their fucking tears. And I’m sure toxic androgyny and stuff like that exists too, even if it’s not widely known or talked about.
Just be normal. Treat people like normal human beings. Stop being so weird about masculine people. It doesn’t make you an ally or a good queer or a feminist or whatever. It just lets people know that you’re probably a dangerous person to be around, or at the very least have been brainwashed by dangerous people.
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nicholasnelsons · 2 years
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i’m just so so so tired of netflix claiming that “representation matters” and having an entire collection dedicated to it, only to continuously cancel their shows with queer characters. from julie and the phantoms to i am not okay with this to teenage bounty hunters to the babysitter’s club to everything sucks to first kill, it’s literally sickening to see how much they try to have the representation and get their queer audience invested only to throw it away like it’s nothing. don’t get me wrong, i’m glad that shows like this exist even if it’s for a fleeting moment and i’m glad shows like heartstopper are doing so well, but it becomes so frustrating to get excited over certain representation and having it pulled from under your feet sooner than it began. i can’t help but notice first kill doing better than heartstopper in it’s first week. i can’t help but notice the show with wlw mains getting cancelled after one season and the show with mlm mains getting renewed for two more. i can’t help but notice the show with a latina lead and an interracial mlm couple getting canceled after one season. i can’t help but notice a show that touched on young queer characters and diabetes and mental health getting canceled after two seasons. i’m just tired. i’m so tired and i really do feel like now is the time to cancel your netflix subscription if you haven’t already because there becomes a point where enough is enough and truly from the bottom of my heart i’ve had enough
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shima-draws · 4 months
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What the FUCK Furina’s backstory is so fucking sad??? The absolute TORTURE she’s been through. Shit dude,
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thechavier · 4 months
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For you, for us
"Are you sure baby?" Louis passed his fingers through Harry's short hair.
He still remember when the curls were a bouncy mess on his head, when he decided he wanted to grow them out and donate it.
He remembered the days spent just the two of them, playing with it like it was his personal therapy session. It soothed them both.
Even now, that the curls had not the proper length to show, he always enjoyed just feeling his hair between his fingers when they were relaxing against each other.
He was not going to lie, he was going to miss it.
But this was important to Harry, thus it was important to him too.
He looked at Harry's eyes staring at him from the mirror, he saw determination and love and a kind of sadness Louis wished he could free him from.
“Do it Louis. I’m sure”
Louis took the hair clipper with shaking hands, a well of emotions suddenly threatening to overwhelm him.
Harry wasn’t doing this just for himself, to honor his stepdad, he was doing it for Louis’ mother too. A tribute to the people they had loved and lost. A gesture he hadn’t been allowed to make before now.
He started carefully, from the sides and watched with a mixture of incredulity, fear and longing as Harry’s luscious hair fell on the ground, lock after lock. Above all, though, he was felt proud.
Proud of this decision Harry had made, not for fame, not for fear, but for love.
They both knew the new look was going to kick up a storm, they both knew what it would do to his image.
But for once, Harry didn’t care. It didn’t matter that no one would even suspect the truth behind it. It didn’t matter if no one on the outside understood. This was for himself. For Louis. For family.
Louis stopped the clipper, his vision clouding with tears. He looked at Harry, the reflection looking back at him from the mirror just as overwhelmed as he was.
Harry was crying freely, letting his sobs echo against the bathroom walls. He let out all his anguish, his sadness, that part that broke every time he lost someone important, that part that wasn’t allowed to grieve publicly.
It was like he was shedding his skin, one that had felt too tight, too old and abused and out of it he came through changed.
Liberated.
Louis watched in rapture as he saw his husband crumble and put himself together anew.
He reverently ran his hands alongside Harry’s on his newly buzzed head. The short, tiny really, hair prickling but still so soft under his fingers.
It was a strange and new sensation, one they were both gonna need time to get used to.
He brought their faces close, foreheads resting against one another.
“I’m so proud of you, love, and you still look as handsome as ever” he whispered, a small smile blooming on both their lips. Harry giggling weakly.
“Thank you Lou, I don’t think I could have done it without you. I know it doesn’t matter much now, I know, but… it matters to me, it has meaning for me and I don’t think I tell you enough that you having my back? It’s the most important thing to me” Harry said, his voice a little broken from the crying.
“Always baby, always. People don’t get to tell you how and when to grieve or how and when to pay homage to those we’ve lost. And the fact that you did this now? God Harry, I didn’t think I could ever love you more that already did, but I was wrong” Louis whispered. They closed their eyes, letting the words wash over them both.
The entire experience had been almost sacred, but that moment, right there, when Harry had seemingly come to a new revelation about himself, it was something else. It was everything. It was theirs.
“For me” Harry whispered back like a mantra.
“For you” Louis said back, gently kissing his lips before going to stand behind him again.
Harry smiled timidly, but with a new confidence in his eyes, finally ready to look in the mirror and take himself in.
“For them”
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cat-dad-cyder · 1 year
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Guess who started reading the IDW sonic comics
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astrobei · 9 months
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JUST TRIED TO TYPE SHARP AND SWIFT AT THE SAME TIME.
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heesbaby · 2 months
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goodnight to my lovely bffies on here n anonnies 🤍🤍🤍 been having a rough time recently n there’s been some not so kind people here recently so it’s been a lil hard to be positive however u guys make it easier 🫶 lov u !
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valoale · 4 months
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Is it normal to have a mental breakdown over the loss of the ability to smell and taste
Because I am
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sexswansworld · 23 days
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I really want to take somebody into like an abandoned building and chase them the fuck down, you know? It’s so much more scary that way, neither of us know the layout, you won’t know where any hiding places are, I’ll get frustrated trying to find you and it’ll only make me more determined, and then I fuck you into the floor when I finally catch you. Sounds good, doesn’t it?
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mid week mood
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saetoru · 6 months
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just watched gojo get sealed 😍 life is too fun 😍
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merildae · 7 months
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A hug would fix so many of my problems rn
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xyztrio721 · 2 months
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Hey everyone
It’s like 5 A.M as of me writing this, and I’m just… so tired.
I know I haven’t posted in a while. I just don’t know what to do with this blog, but that’s not important right now.
What is important is this: after the whole situation with Chuggaccnory over the past few days… I need help. Serious help.
I can’t handle being betrayed like this. I’ve been a fan of Chugga since 2018, but a few years before that, I enjoyed his content until I was like… 10 or so. I got back into TheRunawayGuys and his content as a whole when I was 16, and I’ve been a fan ever since.
Well, if you know what he’s been accused of over the past few days… yeah.
My childhood. My teenagehood. My adulthood. All three of these have been ruined by this drama and the allegations.
I just… I need help. And yes, I’m being serious.
Who do I turn to now? How am I supposed to cope with all of this? How do I stop myself from wanting to commit suicide?
I think I need to contact a crisis helpline, this is just too much for me to handle…
I doubt anyone will see this or care, but if you do… I hope you will be able to provide some help. I desperately need it.
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angelbesideme · 2 years
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best boy award 🏆
KINNPORSCHE THE SERIES: episode 4
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arihi · 5 months
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The difficult thing about openly blogging about healing and going through a long period of growth publicly is the feeling of “I’m not doing super great, and it’s worse than it has been before” springs to mind, but for the X number of times you’ve said it in the past, it feels more trivial. And maybe that’s a sign that things have always been an up and down sort of pattern, and that it will pass again, but maybe it also serves to feel more isolating in not having the words or energy anymore to describe how it is *this* time. And it is a position that changes day to day, and on better days it feels more passable, and on worse the void feels more vast. The mere fact that it changes is probably a good sign, that nothing ever has to be set in stone. But boy are some days so, so dreadful.
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