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struckd0wn · 7 months

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Hi I just wanted to say I love your writing! Your Hanzo piece is so good.

I normally don't send requests but I figured I'd do it for once :)

Could you write something with either Ghost or Bruce Wayne with a transmasc reader that just wants to be held and taken care of? Fluff or smut is good <3

AHH THANKS, I'M GLAD YOU LIKED IT <3 !!! I would love to write for you, I hope it lives up to your expectations :3

P.S sorry this took me a bit to respond to :P I had a bit of writers block -_-

In My Arms ── Bruce Wayne

Bruce Wayne x transmasc reader

CW: slur used and some transphobia, Bruce Wayne has 0 relationship ship skills lol, he trying his hardest, body dysphoria and dysmorphia, self worth issues, little mental break down, overall just a shitty day for reader :(, fluff and smut, clit used to describe anatomy, riding ;), lots of kissing too

Your day has been, entirely, incredibly, shitty. You woke up for work late, your lateness extended by the period of time in which you stared at yourself in the mirror. You had to ignore it, dressing in your work shirt that felt too tight around your hips and waste, your thighs feeling suffocated from your pants. Maybe you'd ask your boss for a bigger size, maybe it would hide your figure. Somedays you felt extremely happy with your progress thus far into your transition, but others felt like you hadn't even started. Although flat chested now, you couldn't ignore the feminine curve you swore you saw in the mirror that night.

You worked the night shift at a corner store not far from the Wayne Manor. This schedule is what you preferred for you and Bruce, that way you would both work at night and come home early morning to sleep with one another. He hated it, he insisted you just stay home 24/7, you didn't need a job, he was rich and could take care of you. Bruce didn't want you adapting his horid sleep schedule just for him, let alone working when you really didn't need too.

Things like this reminded you that you and Wayne were entirely different. He was a billionaire, you were just some dude who worked at a corner store for minimum wage. Bruce was Gotham City's vigilante, you were his boyfriend that lived in his extravagant house... for free. To say you were jealous of your boyfriend was an understatement, but he didn't understand that. He is completely clueless. Bruce doesn't understand why you would need to work, but everytime he spend his money on you, you can't help but feel helpless, like he's giving you handouts. You don't want him to feel obligated to spend money on you or to have him feel taken advantage of.

But to be fair, you didn't understand fighting or saving lives like he did. You wish you could, you want to understand, but Bruce has no need to understand working to live. Then you resented yourself for being jealous of him, of your own boyfriend. He was rich with money to spend, with a side gig as savior of the city. You could never amount to that.

The bell to store entrance rings, pulling you from your thoughts. The clock reads 2:30am, this would probably be your last customer before you'd walk home to the manor. Your eyes follow the man that had entered the shop, clearly drunk. He uses the shelves to hold himself up, stumbling all over the place while gigging like an idiot. The man approaches the back where the walls are lined with refrigerators, grabbing an alcoholic beverage you can't name.

You watch as he waddles his way up to your register, looking you up in down with his canned alcohol. "Hey sweetheart," he starts, setting the can down in front of you. You can feel his eyes tracing down your figure. Ignoring him you take the beverage to scan it. "What, trannys can't say hello?" He asks you, leaning over the counter. A lump forms in your throat as you quietly read him his total. He clicks his tongue at you, pulling out a couple of bills to hand over. "You know what, I'll forgive you. What do you say you come to my place after work. I ain't never slept with one of you before, but hey, a pussys a pussy." You tell yourself to just get it over with, you have to deal with drunkies all the time, it's not any different.

"No thank you, have a good night." You tell him, handing him his change before promptly preparing for closing to distract yourself. The man grumbles, taking his drink and change out the door. In the last thirty minutes of your shift you clean up around the store, stock some shelves, and count the cash in the register. As you're collecting your belongs to leave you notice that the drunk man from before is posted up across the street, drinking from his can. You roll your eyes, making a plan to just go for it when he's distracted.

There's a bus just down the road and you wait for it to cross the store front, hoping maybe he wouldn't notice you leave. You turn the lights off and as soon as the bus passes you, you swiftly exist and lock the store up for the night. Speed walking doesn't help you though, hearing the footsteps of the man running to catch up to you. "Hey, wait up!" He calls out, but you just keep walking.

Eventually he reaches you, stepping in front of you to block your path. "Cmon now, my offer still stands," The man holds his arms out, moving with you so you don't get past him. You tell him no again, trying to push past his left arm. This time he grabs you by your waist, smirking down at you with his drunken expression. You push him off of you and before he can grab you again he hits the concrete with a loud thud. You blink down at him before a figure envelops him, throwing punch after punch at the man. It doesn't take you long to realize who it is.

"Hey, knock it off." You tell Bruce but he doesn't hear you, or maybe he does and just doesn't care. "Stop, Bru-... He's drunk, stop it." You grab your boyfriends arms, and with enough strength you pry him of the pervert. You watch his chest heave under his metal chest plate, staring down at the drunk angrily. Bruce holds you by your wrist, dragging you twords his bike, footsteps heavy in his boots.

The ride back home is silent but you can tell he's still upset by the way he speeds twords the manor. Once you make it back home, down in his lab of his tower, he helps you off his bike. Bruce removes his mask, seemingly his anger is replaced with worry as he near smothers you. "Are you ok? Did he hurt you?" He exclaims, holding your face in his gloved hands, but you just push past him.

"Yes Bruce, I'm fine. He was just drunk." You tell him as you make your way to the elevator, ready to just go to bed at this point. He follow you like a little dog, into the elevator, still examining you for injury.

"Him being drunk is not an excuse." He tells you a matter of factly.

"I'm not saying it's an excuse. I'm saying I could have handled it." And he doesn't say anything about that. You walk up the stairs and he's still following you, all his gear rattling and echoing throughout the manor. You make it up to the bedroom, attempting to close the door behind you but he pushes in with ease, not even acknowledging that you were trying to keep him out.

You sigh heavily, setting down your keys and jacket onto the dresser. "I told you you didn't have to work." Bruce starts up again, and by now you want to bang you head against the wall.

"I don't wanna talk about it." You say.

But he persists, pacing around the room in his armor. "I told you, you didn't have to change your schedule to match mine."

"Bruce." You plead, but he again ignores you.

"You shouldn't be up all night, let alone walking home at three in the morning." He continues.

You stand there in awe as he rambles on, alls while taking off his gear. He makes it sound like you can't take care of yourself, like you're his damsel in distress. "Bruce I said-"

"Do you know the things I see at night? What did he say to you, what did he say before I got there?" Bruce exclaims twords you.

By now you can feel the tears welling up in your eyes before you snap. "Bruce, I said I don't wanna talk about it!" You yell over his rambling, this time he turns to look at you. You're too far gone now, tears roll down your cheek as you sob, desperately trying to wipe them away with the back of your hand. He stops what he's doing, during all of that he has managed to get everything off but the pants he wears under his suit. "I don't need your rescuing or money, I just need you to listen!" You tell him through broken sobs. "I know I'm not rich like you, I know I'm not as strong as you but that doesn't mean I'm completely helpless." You feel like you could just crumble, Bruce is almost speechless.

He's on you within a second, large hand hold your face but he can't wipe away the avalanche of tears that stream down your puffy cheeks. "I'm sorry...I didn't mean it to sound like that..." He whispers over your sobs. The build up from everything today has finally set in, and now that it has started it wasn't gonna stop. You allow Bruce to undress you from your work clothes, replacing them with one of his baggy shirts and a pair or your boxers. He sits you down on the edge of your shared bed as he dresses himself in a pair of his sweatpants, quickly returning to your side.

Your boyfriend tucks the two of you into the bed. Your crying has reduced to small sniffles, Bruce continues to wipe your face dry, but it can't get rid of the redness in your eyes. "I didn't mean to make you cry. I was just worried, I should have listened to you the first time." His apology mixes with explanation, and although you understand where's he's coming from you'd wish he'd just do this first before scolding you. You'd wish he'd understand he didn't need to take care of you physically, you could've handled some drunk, you just needed his help emotionally. To tell you it was gonna be ok, it's all over now. Without the "I told you so" in between.

"I know you could've handled it, I just...couldn't stop myself." He admits to you. You stare at him and he stares back as he holds you. You almost laugh at his admission, he wasn't just looking out for you, the guy had seriously just ticked him off. He didn't do it cause he thought you couldn't handle it, he did it because some rando was trying to touch up on his boyfriend. Maybe he was scared to admit that word for word, but you could read him like a book.

Bruce leans into you, pressing a kiss to your lips and you egg him own, pressing further into him. His hands find their way under you shirt as he continues kissing you, gripping at your flesh like he might loose you if he let's go. "I'll ask Alfred to order us some things to eat. We can eat while me watch a movie, hm?" He tells you between kisses, you nod quickly at his suggestion. You move you hands up to to hold his face, kissing him again. His stuble feels nice under you finger as you deepen the kiss. Wayne does not object, wrapping his arms around you tightly.

You part your lips slightly, allowing him access into your mouth. Bruce is still a bit awkward and clumsy when is comes to these things, mostly because this is the first relationship he's ever gotten this far with someone. He's hesitant but eventually his tongue meets yours as they messily collide with each other. His hand are rough compared to the smooth skin of your torso, they almost feel like sand paper as they roam over your sides.

You push in further, until you are fully saddled on top of him, never breaking the kiss. "Help me Bruce." You plead with him, his face is bright red and he just nods at the suggestion. You sit upwards onto you knees, pulling your boxer shorts down in front of him. Bruce is silent but his hand slowly inch down to your fully exposed thighs, his thumb reaches out the brush against you clit. The feeling makes you flinch as your boyfriend works on removing his own pants.

He doesn't even bother removing them all they way before he's pulling you down by your hips. The stretch around his cock is almost painful, but you immediately forgot about everything bad that has happened today, even the part where you snapped at him. Bruce peppers your face with kisses, waiting for you to adjust before moving. You start moving on your own, slowly pulling off of his length. Wayne throws his head back, hitting the headboard with a thud, his hands squeezing at your hips.

When you slam back down your moan is loud and Bruce moves to covers your mouth. He is clearly embarrassed but his smile is wide as you sit there watching each other. "I'd love to hear you but... I don't want to disturb Alfred." You almost slap yourself for it. That would surly be an awkward conversation, although you think Alfred would be entirely understanding. You nod and the two of you continue. Bruce guides you up and down his cock, his groans muffled as he too struggles to keep himself quiet. You face is buried into his shoulder, letting out a small squeek each time he's pushed back deep inside you. You feel like a teenager who's at your boyfriends house, trying to keep quiet because the partners are in the next room over.

Your can feel the build up in your stomach, it's getting more and more difficult to not scream out loud in pleasure. Bruce is starting to fail at it, his breathing rushed and his moans escape his parted lips. He thrusts up into you, desperate for release which comes mere seconds later. You watch his eyebrows furrow as he cums inside of you, his twitching causes you to orgasm soon after, biting down on his shoulder to be as silent as possible. You whimper weekly, pulling yourself off of him slowly. The two of you lay side by side, ignoring the mess that clings to the both of you and the sheets.

You watch his heaving chest settle, noticing the bite marks you left. Your finger reaches out to brush over it with an embarrassed smile. "Sorry..." You whisper, but Bruce doesn't mind, shrugging his shoulder as he pulls you in to cuddle.

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By now it is early morning, Bruce is awake, finishing the movie the two of you had put on while you ate. The cheap take out containers of the restaurant you had gotten him hooked on littered the coffee table, and the bruise you left on his shoulder aches. It's a lovely reminder. Bruce sat this his back leaned against the arm of the couch, and you had fallen asleep in between is legs with you face resting on his lower abdomen. He watches you sleep, playing with your hair as he did. He would ask you about the his lack of understand once you had woken up, but for now he will hold you here, in his arms.

#ftm reader #smut #trans reader #transmasc reader #fluff #bruce wayne #bruce wayne x reader #the batman #the batman 2022

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chaifootsteps · 7 months

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Damn, don't know what to call myself. I don't like dox or money research since taxidermy anon did a wonderful job with their research.

I just wanted to say, if people really think "nu uh! Small businesses are the best! They don't mistreat employees!" I want them to google small businesses underpaying employees. It does happen. Yes running a small business is stressful, that's why most try keeping it operated under family or hire one or two employees they overwork. Now, there are places where the boss gets a small check so their employees get money, but this doesn't erase the fact we're talking about the opposite and how it's about Vivizie. Alot of those acclaimed self made people do that shit, I don't know why people claim capitalism when no, people are greedy and will exploit others. I've seen people get minimum wage from family own gas stations while their boss has idk how many houses. People are greedy! They're so greedy they lie about being humble and exploit people. Overall, it's bs when people try arguing the other way. Trips costs so much money! How can she take them every so often? And most employees work from home, I'm pretty sure that saves her money, not them.

This is important. Even if Vivzie really were completely self-made and had no help from her wealthy family and had to earn everything the hard way -- which isn't the case -- it wouldn't mean she's incapable of being a shitty boss or taking advantage of her workers. It happens every day, all the time.

#Anonymous #vivziepop critical #actual blog post

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finemeal · 3 months

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Ultimate Enemy Plot Holes & Fixes (Maybe)

Alright, so sigh okay Ultimate Enemy has a LOT of plot holes. If you've watched it, and dissected it, you'll notice that. Like, how does the CAT answers get attached to Danny if he was intangible? That literally makes no sense. Also, how did the Nasty Burger blow up originally? Because from what we see, it only happens because Box Lunch and Danny fight, blowing up Nasty Burger, and now the hot sauce is touching the somehow still functioning grill which causes it to overheat and later kill Danny's family. But that wouldn't have happened in the original timeline? How did Danny get the test originally? How did the Nasty Burger get to the point it was blowing up? Am I overthinking this? (most definitely but shhh)

I've decided to write my own fixes that I will be considering "canon" from now on since Bitch Fartman doesn't know how to have a consistent show (fuck you Bitch Fartman). Will it be perfectly without plot holes? Prolly not, I'm doing this before I have to go do something, if you want to fix my fixes feel free to do so, I don't care.

So, how I think Dark Danny should come about in his timeline is honestly not going to be too far off from the show. I'll borrow some things, it's fine, not that serious.

How do Nasty Burger blow up? Well, no one said it had to be Box Lunch he was fighting, did they? I think it's possible Danny fights another ghost, and similar things happen. But, instead of Nasty Burger blowing up which would cause the grill to turn off, no electricity (I know my shit, I was a manager at a fast food joint). I think the fight will lead to the hot sauce container-thing leaning close to the grill, but no one really notices since it's such a slight change.

You still get Nasty Burger up and running, electricity going, and the hot sauce will still rise above temperature it should be (assuming Nasty Burger is open 24/7 so electricity is always running and that they don't have any safety measures in place to somehow prevent the sauce from getting overheated like morons).

How does Danny get the test answers? Well he's still a damn ghost y'all. I imagine he's driven to do so by A) being terrified of becoming a failure, B) being constantly compared to Jazz who scored phenomenally and C) there are bullies at this school, I bet Flash or some other A-Lister teased him about how he'd fail. Combining all this? I can see what would push this 14-year-old child to cheating on a test he think is going to determine his future.

After that, well, it follow sort of what we can infer happens?

If Lancer assumes Danny cheats by either A) hearing Sam & Tucker talking to Danny about it, B) literally catching Danny cheating (since this is assumed to be his first time doing it so he might not be as sneaky/subtle as he should be), or C) some other reason since they can't seem to keep straight if Lancer is a good or shitty teacher. Then, Lancer still asks Danny's family to come to the Nasty Burger to have a meeting, Jazz comes along cuz she would, (not an insult, but Jazz would do it), and Tucker & Sam usually end up tagging along to these sorts of things anyway.

If we go with the thinking that Danny does get away with cheating, I can see the Fenton's along with Sam & Tucker (who may or may not know Danny cheated) going to the Nasty Burger to celebrate his score, and Lancer could be there cuz it is a popular place. Then, the place still blows up, and there's no monuments for the workers because people who work minimum wage jobs are obviously not people (sarcasm, if you can't tell).

Either way, the end goal is achieved: Danny loses literally everyone he loves because he cheated on a test he was stressed about. Yeah, that makes sense (again, sarcasm).

Vlad, being a little shit, sweeps in and takes a mentally unstable Danny under his custody (he was also prolly left in the will as his caretaker or used his money since Vlad is a billionaire).

Now, do I think future Vlad is a reliable narrator? Hell no I don't! I think he's a lying piece of shit, and even if he does one good thing for once it doesn't make him less of a terrible person.

So, I think Vlad decided to rid Danny of his ghostly half since he sucks and knocks Danny out to do so. Do I think Phantom would then immediately go for revenge? No! I think Plasmius tries to attack him and, in self defense, Phantom separates Vlad and Plasmius. I think Plasmius would then merge with Phantom and cause this already unstable half-ghost to have a mental breakdown prolly.

I think that Danny, shaking and scared after having half of himself ripped away would try to stop this fusion and get caught in the crossfire, causing his death in the end. There's no way that Dark Danny just straight up murders Danny but leaves Vlad alive. Not unless Danny somehow accidentally brought Dark Danny's ire. Or, if Vlad snuck away somehow.

But would Dark Danny go straight into murder? I guess that's up to each their own. Personally, I think it's possible Dark Danny would? Especially since it's Phantom fused with evil as hell Plasmius. I don't think it's very likely though.

I do think it would start off as an accident, Dark Danny adjusting to his new life and accidentally attacking a human. Or if the GIW started hunting him down very seriously. Or, if a human gets caught in the crossfire while Dark Danny is fighting another ghost, which could lead to humans starting to be terrified of Dark Danny. Leading down a road of ... well what we end up seeing.

The point is, this is a very disproportionate consequence to cheating on a test.

Either way, this is what I think is what could've happened to make Dark Danny happen originally. If you see plot holes, feel free to reblog with your own fixes. Do you have a different fix for the Ultimate Enemy plot? Pop off. This is just a thought, and I know there are people out there who have some great ideas of their own.

#ultimate enemy #danny phantom #dp #rewrite #canon rewrite #headcanon #i don't know #i just hate plot holes y'all #fuck bitch fartman #rant ish #rant #listen i hate ultimate enemy #they coulda made it better #but were cowards

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vorkrax · 15 days

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A new beginning?

After years of abandoning this place, now I've returned.

To be honest, lately I've been feeling extremely burnt out. The last 4 years were... a lot. I realised I was transgender, my government practically left us no choice but to leave our home country, so we moved to Scotland. I had to start over from scratch, like I was erasing the last 10 years from my life - my degree is completely useless here, I have to work a shitty minimum wage job, so I decided to apply to university here. I got into Game Design And Production (GDP), all the while I'm doing a very intense online illustration course. Oh, and my partner and I launched our little webshop as well...

My energy, motivation, and just general will to live is slipping away. I think I have AuDHD, I feel increasingly unrelatable and closed off from other people. I try to swim but it's hard to stay on the surface. Social media in general doesn't help. So I thought I retreat here again, but Tumblr now looks like shitty Twitter and it makes me so... so disappointed.

Anyway, I decided to just explore art here, maybe a few fandoms, and post my own art. Without expectations. It would be nice to connect with a few likeminded people, but honestly, I know that I probably won't lol...

Here goes nothing //

#artists on tumblr #vent post #new beginnings #long post #audhd artist #neurodivergent #transgender #mental heath issues #life story #fighting depression #personal #blog #vorkraxblog #vorkrax

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oops-prow-did-it-again · 1 year

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Anyway if I see one more post on this godforsaken website from some chucklefuck who doesn't even live in the US going AMERICANS ARE LAZY AND STUPID AND THAT'S WHY THEIR COUNTRY IS TURNING INTO A CESSPOOL LUL I'm gonna actually howl at the moon and go run away to live in a forest forever

Nowhere pays enough on minimum wage to afford a place to live. Apartments cost so fucking much and most won't even consider you unless you make 3x the cost of rent, have months of proof of that, have no negative rental history, have a godly credit score, and idk give them the blood of a virgin. If you fail too many classes in college, you can't get federal funding anymore. Health insurance is tied to jobs, most of which don't even offer it bc they're trying to make everything part time.

If you are disabled, can't drive, or disenfranchised in literally any way, lmfao. Rofl, even

I am so busy trying to survive, trying to desperately find a way just to make $2800/mo, so I can maybe get a shitty 1bd apartment with my gf, that I literally have no time and energy to focus on activism irl. I couldn't tell you the name of any local activism groups

That's how a lot of people here live. It's fucking Bleak. You wake up, you go work your shitty job that doesn't pay you enough to even wake up, you come home, you're a zombie for the rest of the day, you go to bed, you do it all again the next day, and in between it all you hear how some fossilized ghouls have made yet another decision to make your state a cesspool while you were too busy fighting to survive

I know a lot of places are bleak right now, and the US govt IS CARTOONISHLY evil, but us average fucking people just want to live for fucks sake

#rambles #real talk #sorry I was losing it a little today #us politics #u.s. politics

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lostxsomewherexelse · 11 months

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>I'm pissed off and ranting, ignore if you want.

>trigger warnings for all kinds of stuff

I find it hilarious how all the adults used to tell me "just wait til you have a job and work full time you'll WISH you were in school"

I don't mind working, I can wake up tomorrow and go to work and all is fine and I'm happy....if you told me I had to go back to high school for even a day I'd kill myself without hesitation. Here's why:

As an adult with a job out here in the real world, I actually have options if I'm being bullied or harassed. I can make an issue to a boss or a police officer about it, and it will be taken seriously. At minimum, the person causing the problem will actually be talked to. In school, that wasn't always the case. In fact, they barely did anything until a situation had gone to what us grown ups would call ASSAULT. Why was it always only a slap on the wrist when people were outright trying to hurt or even KILL me or get me to kill myself because i was weird? In a place I was REQUIRED to be. It's easy to leave a bad job, but anyone who's had to transfer schools or go into programs because of bullying knows what BULLSHIT it is to even TRY to secure your own safety.

As an adult with a job I'm expected to know and keep track of ONE set list of tasks, not FOUR different groups of things with topic changes in those groups every month that i have to learn really fast and repeat perfectly when questioned or else I fail and have to do it all over again.

As an adult with a job I am barely expected to get along with a reasonably sized and fairly consistent group of people, not like 30 a class (remember, 4 classes, that's 120 people) and that's just the ones you're stuck in a room with during classes. Not even counting the other classes you go to lunch or field trips with, which just leaves more room for clashing personalities to be stuck next to eachother.

AND DONT EVEN GET ME *STARTED* ON BEING USED AS A BEHAVIOUR BUFFER. IMAGINE SOMEONE WHO IS INCREDIBLY HOSTILE TORWARDS YOU ALREADY BEING SAT NEXT TO YOU AT WORK?? YOU WOULDN'T LET THAT FLY! SOMEONE WHOS FOUGHT YOU, PULLED YOUR HAIR, TOLD PEOPLE NASTY LIES ABOUT YOU, AND NOW YOURE SUDDENLY RESPONSIBLE FOR KEEPING THEM IN LINE OR YOU BOTH GET IN TROUBLE. THAT SHIT DOESN'T FLY NEAR AS FAR IN THE REAL WORLD.

Not ONCE as an adult have I been punished for reporting the abusive behaviors of my coworkers either. Why does the school system PUNISH VICTIMS FURTHER? if I defend myself in a fight on the street, I'm asked if I want to press charges or get a peace bond. If I defended myself in a fight I DID NOT WANT PART OF in school, I was SUSPENDED and given detentions. For defending myself.

As an adult in the real world, I get at least some say in what I'm doing all day. If I hate one shitty minimum wage job, I can go find another that isn't as bad. As a student I was expected to deal with it, never question why they were allowed to make me so miserable, and was punished for not being able to force myself to sit up straight and listen to some mid 40s divorcee rant about his ex wife in the middle of a math lesson "bEcAuSe hEs ThE tEaChEr".. at least if I have to listen to someone rant about stupid stuff on the job I'm getting paid for it. I have incentive to pretend I care.

AS AN ADULT IN THE REAL WORLD, MY JOB HAS NOT EVER BEEN ENTITLED TO A SECOND OF MY TIME OUTSIDE OF WORK HOURS. AS A STUDENT, I WAS EXPECTED TO SPEND MOST OF MY DAY AT SCHOOL, THEN GO HOME AND DO MORE SCHOOLWORK. IF YOUR BOSS TOLD YOU TO CLOCK OUT AND KEEP WORKING YOUD LAUGH IN THEIR FACE. YOU HAVE A LIFE, YOU HAVE THINGS TO DO, YOU WANT TIME TO SEE FRIENDS AND FAMILY AND UNWIND. SO DOES EVERY FUCKING STUDENT THAT WAS HANDED HOURS OF HOMEWORK TO DO ON THEIR WEEKEND. ON THEIR DAYS OFF.

Now take all of the things I just listed, all things highschoolers experience regularly, and imagine this:

You get home from your full time job (school), and have to go to a part time job that takes up your nights and weekends. And you have to do your extra school work that's for outside of school because it's homework, you have to. And you have to study for that test coming up. You also have a list of household to do.

So already, that's.. work, work, work, and work. You're also expected to do extracurricular activities or hobbies like sports, clubs or volunteering (work number 5) because "they'll help you (stay healthy/with your college applications/look good on your resume)"

Wow! That's work 5 times. And it's like.. the minimum people expect from their kid or else that kid is lazy/stupid/not going anywhere in life.

That's a lot of pressure, and that's usually the bare minimum. Some people also have to babysit their younger siblings (for free because fAmiLy). That's work number 6. This looks insane to you when it's all laid out like this.

This doesn't even brush on how it looks to people with "minor" disabilities like adhd or anxiety

Lay off your teenager, they're working their ass off, and being harassed, insulted, ignored, and having their free time, personal space, boundaries, and interests disregarded constantly.

Being an adult is stressful, but so is being a kid. Don't invalidate their struggles because you no longer relate to them.

If your life was constantly micromanaged by people expecting you to do hours of unpaid labour "because you have to" and "I said so" You'd be pissed too.

If I woke up tomorrow, and I was expected to go to work, and then do housework as needed, I'd be fine.

If I woke up tomorrow with very little control of my life and free time while also expected to work 3-6 jobs for basically nothing in return, I would literally kill myself.

I had OVER 20 SUICIDE ATTEMPTS in high school

I have had ONE since graduating.

I hope people gain some perspective from this.

#school #stress #teenagers #parents #be nice to your fucking kids #life is hard #life is really fucking hard #vent tag #just ranting #school rants #who let me write this #i am still mad at the school system #why is it like this #literally nobody wants this #be mad with me #work

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sexybabystevie · 2 years

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it's so hard to get a stupid job on this campus. i literally have to have a job as part of my financial aid and it's is IMPOSSIBLE to get one.

firstly, all of the jobs are very niche. they want people mainly interested in neuroscience, in health, in psychology and lots of things like that. pretty much every single job says "we're primarily looking for students with an interest/major in x subject" and the subject is rarely ever what i'm studying as a humanities major. (and when it is, i still get rejected).

next, everything is ridiculously limited. there are only 135 ish job options for students who live on campus and some require you to be a grad student, so that ticks the list lower. not to mention, while some of these jobs require you to need it for your financial aid, SO many students here qualify for that (there are 20k undergrads here) that it's a bloodbath to get anything. even if the majority of people aren't looking for a job.

third is what they ask for. each application asks for a bullshit cover letter (i'm calling it what it is. it's ridiculous i have to write about how "passionate i am" to work at a fucking front desk as a receptionist) and that's just the tip of the iceberg. they have a list of everything you have to do for the job and everything they're looking for. they're always looking for the most ridiculous shit. you have to have a background in computer science or engineering to work as a front desk receptionist. to use fucking google office and microsoft office. every single job is like this, and they ask for so much. you have to meet these unrealistic expectations and write a shitty cover letter, and then you're doing loads of work for minimum wage, just because you're a student. we literally can't live off of minimum wage here.

another thing is that it's nearly impossible to find a career that fits your schedule and location. there are so many that say they're on campus and then say you must have your own means to travel to other places. and then others require you to work certain hours during the week that literally no student can manage. mon, wed, and fri all of our classes are like this 9-9:50, 10-10:50, etc., and it's like they specifically know what doesn't work for most students and that's what they choose.

overall i'm just fucking exhausted. i've applied to so many jobs and even had my interview the other day and it went well, i had the perfect kinds of interests to fit in, the perfect experiences, and yet there's still somehow a "better candidate." i'm just so sick of trying because it feels impossible.

#em speaks #tw vent

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h3rmitsunited · 2 years

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Ignore me just having Thoughts™ about Todd Brotzman again, but also don't because I'm on a freaking roll rn.

Okay, like God everyone loves the hospital reunion scene right, am I right? Yes I'm right. Look at these sweet hearts.

Theyre perfect and I love them so much.

Okay my rambling thoughts about Todd in this scene and shirt/jacket meaning and how it relates to Todds whole deal under the cut because I'm thinking so much...

Okay, so now that I've got your attention, walk with me for a minute back in Todd's history.

The big freaking elephant in the room. The pararibulitis lie that he has kept up for years. For years, which means thousands of little lies keeping up this big lie, constantly, to his parents, to Amanda, to his band, up until the moment he confesses to Amanda, his existence, his entire life purpose has been focused around the effects this lie has had on his life. Because what was he doing? He was working a minimum wage dead end job living in a shitty apartment to try to give as much money he could to support Amanda out of guilty obligation because he used up his parents savings. That's not just one thing it's thousands of little moments.

So because of this, Todd says he's an asshole. He isn't a friend, he isn't a good person, he's shitty and toxic and pathetic and a huge asshole. I mean he's got thousands of moments that he can point to and say, "see I'm an asshole for doing that and that." And like fair, like I'm not saying that what Todd did isn't shitty, like it's pretty shitty, but like just getting into his mindset here. When he tells all this to Dirk, he's still lying to Amanda. He's still keeping up this whole charade, and Dirk tells him, you're making excuses for your excuses. You're not an asshole forever because you've done bad things. It's not a permanent title, it's something that you can change by stopping doing bad things, and the way that you do this is by making things right and telling Amanda the truth.

Dirk makes him feel like he can be a better person and that's great.

Okay, right, don't worry I'm getting around to the hospital thing, it's a short detour.

So Amanda, right? The confession. Goes not so great... Okay, so Todd, thinking, yes okay, telling Amanda, this will make things right. He feels like this is a sign from the universe, Dirk said he should, and he's got it in his head that he's going to fix everything. He'll say he's sorry and fix things. But oh shit. Todd's magic superpower comes into play and that's called I am an unredeemable asshole liar and my words are worthless, so apologizing for what I did is going to fix absolutely nothing. But ta-da, he's got a lottery ticket. He stole money and lied, those are the major issues, so if he gives money and tells the truth, then that solves both problems, right?

Except the issue isn't that simple, obviously, and anyone that was not Todd could probably have been able to tell that this confession was never going to end with a happy hug and forgiveness. It was a major betrayal of trust, all those thousands of moments, years of their relationship tarnished by the rot of those lies that were just sewn into their past together. Todd becomes the monster to Amanda, taking the place of a loving brother that she thought that she had.

Now all of that leads into the argument on the pier, etc etc... but the parallel here and the takeaway I got from Todd's confession, his apology, his attempt to make things right, was the addition of the lottery ticket, a peace offering of sorts, not a bribe or a gift, but Todd trying to bridge the deficit he created with his lies. It doesn't fit the bill, it's not enough, it's not the right offering.

OKAY, now back to the hospital scene. Now I could write a whole hundred other essays on this scene, so I'm just going to focus on the bit that pertains to this meta and that's Todd and taking what we saw with his Amanda apology and finding the parallel and finding how he learned and what it means.

Let's set the scene. Todd comes to the hospital to find Dirk, he stops at Dirk's apartment and brings his yellow jacket and brings a Mexican funeral T-shirt. He's subdued here, asking Dirk how his injury is before responding to Dirk's confusion by presenting him with these peace offerings.

And oh boy, I am going to overanalyze the crap out of these, okay? So get ready.

First, yellow jacket. Why the yellow? It was the first jacket we see Dirk in. Todd fighting this wacky weirdo that came through his apartment window, escaping from a crazy guy with a gun, confronting said guy on a bridge, feeling that first burst of excited adrenaline after saving Farah. That first taste of what working a case with Dirk is like. I feel like him bringing the yellow jacket, is not only the show trying to be like okay this is the Dirk look so we bring it back around from the first episode, but also Todd saying like hey, let's kind of start over here, I said some things, you lied about some things, but I like you and I like detective cases and working with you and you're kind of a weirdo but that's what I like about you, so put your wacky detective jacket back on and let's go. It's kind of Todd saying I accept you and all the weird that goes with you.

And then the Mexican Funeral T-shirt. A shirt that symbolizes Todd's lies, his past, his mistakes, his asshole days, and he gives it to Dirk. Dirk, the man that told him that he didn't have to wear that label anymore, that he should be better, he should be honest, he should let himself move forward and break the pattern. Todd doesn't want to wear that shirt anymore, but its also something that he knows is a problem for him, a habit that he's had for years and giving the shirt to Dirk is him saying you made me better and I'm letting you wear this to make me want to hold myself accountable for you. Now, like this also kind of leads into season 2 Todd and his kind of elevated perception of Dirk and like the pressure he kind of adds on him with all this, so like there's some like unhealthy dynamics at play, but moving on.

The one other thing with the Mexican Funeral T-shirt, is that like Dirk says, holding the shirt up in front of him, "Didn't you say this band hated you?" And Todd is like, well yeah, (so do a lot of people and I deserve it). But I think there's something to say about this man that has shown how much he cares about Todd after knowing him a week, that wants him to be a better person, wants his friendship, being given a shirt of people that hated him. I have said a lot of words here, so what it is to say, I don't know, but like... there's gotta be something right?

Okay... and then Todd ending his apology, not by saying I'm sorry, because words... right? Todd feels like a fuck up, he's just going to screw things up again. He acted like an asshole to Dirk, so what does he do? He tells Dirk, "I am your friend." A parallel, a reference, to that scene in 1x05, after Dirk had told him he doesn't have to be an asshole forver, just don't do shitty things, don't make excuses for your excuses. Todd wants to be better, he wants to put asshole Todd that lashes out when he's backed into a corner away, and he tells Dirk, I'm your friend, I remember what you said and I want to be better for you.

And I think that means more to Dirk than I'm sorry (even if I think he does deserve an I'm sorry. Like Todd you can't just tell someone they're a monster and deserve to be alone). Also like Dirk doesn't have a lot of experience in the field of apologies or like friends so like he's just like you're being nice to me, I love you and stay with me forever please.

I mean Todd does use his words to say I'm sorry in season 2, but also he acts like a more supportive friend to Dirk and tries to understand where he's coming from, up to a point where they butt heads against Dirk's own trauma, which like stressful situation and I'm not going to blame either of them for their behavior when they got into Wendimoor. His stuff with Amanda progresses and I think he gets his head more wrapped around her hurt from what he did after they talk, and understanding that their relationship isn't ever going back to how it was before.

So, yeah, okay. I guess the end then? This sort of turned into a super long essay... in conclusion, Todd sorry? 😬👍

#dghda #dghda meta #dirk gently’s holistic detective agency #todd brotzman #dirk gently #super long meta analysis that nobody asked for? yeah i suppose ill give it another go #featuring todd trying to be a good boy

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bondsmagii · 2 years

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“some of the American suburbs I've seen are honest to god hostile to human life” this…. This articulates what I’ve been thinking about parts of America for a while tbh. And the worst part is most people aren’t even aware of it? Not through any fault of their own but the “America is the Greatest Place on Earth and we Must Save Everyone Else” mentality is so strong that a lot of people honestly believe it? Imagine not being able to walk 5 mins to your nearest food shop? What the fuck? I mean, parts of Essex are shit and built around cars as well but dear God. Another horrifying American thing I’ve been looking into recently is the teaching profession and how the s h i t e working conditions are driving a horrifying teacher shortage that no one seems to want to do anything about? Hospitality staff having to rely on tips to make ends meet is bad enough but needing to take on a second job when you’re a teacher with a master’s degree on top of having to pay for school supplies for your class or make an Amazon wish list… that country is a real-live dystopia ngl. I’m done with the unexpected rant you definitely didn’t ask for lol but that garage post did something to me

yeah, like... obviously I'm not going to sit here and act like this is a strictly American problem because god knows my country has issues too, but these issues combined with the whole propaganda thing? it honestly terrifies me, and I think a lot of Americans don't even realise it's happening -- at least not until they get old enough to get online and learn about how things go in other countries. a lot of Americans are becoming aware of it now, but there are still so many people of all ages who genuinely outright believe or just don't question what's being taught.

I bitch a lot about how American-centric the internet is, and with good reason. I've had Americans say very offensive things to me because of ignorance over basic facts, and I've been accused of lying because I've spelled things "wrong" or stated things that have happened that apparently wouldn't have happened in America. it's frustrating that the mere consideration that I might not be an American doesn't even cross their minds, and it's annoying that I have to censor my own language and dialect so that Americans don't ridicule me or deliberately misunderstand me so they can make stupid jokes. like, this is all valid criticism -- when I'm online, for example, I do not presume that everyone I'm speaking to is Irish. I don't even presume everyone I'm speaking to is American. it seems straightforward to me, but apparently a lot of people out there just don't bother.

however, I know that a lot of this isn't a conscious, deliberate choice to be an ass. the absolutely abyssmal public education in America is partly to blame... and to be honest, the American-centricness that these people grow up with, I think, makes it physically impossible for a lot of them to consider others. it doesn't occur to them because it's never been taught to them. now, if you point it out, and they still keep at it, that's just being a dick. but you can hardly condemn somebody for something they didn't even realise they were doing. they're literally indoctrinated from birth to accept all these absolutely insane things -- shitty public transport, no sidewalks or stores at all in their massive European-city sized neighbourhoods, terrible public education, fucking lunch debt, having to pay for something as basic a human right as healthcare, working for below minimum wage and having to rely on tips, school shootings for Christ's sake -- and because they're also told that America is The Greatest, they assume (and are often outright told) that other countries are much worse. the genuine anger, surprise, and disbelief I've seen from Americans when I've explained how things are in my country is unbelievable. once a person expressed disbelief in a story I told because it centred around the ending up in the emergency room with a friend, and he could not wrap his head around how I wasn't stressed about bills, and why I called an ambulance when technically we could have got a taxi. (hint: I called an ambulance because my friend was in agony, and you know... that's what the ambulance service is for. it never even occured to me to do anything else. at the hospital it turned out she had a broken elbow, so good call, really.) he was absolutely astounded when I told him it cost me nothing. not a single penny. he had been constantly told that socialised healthcare would never work, and when he realised that I don't even notice my taxes coming out to pay for it, he got pissed, wondering why his country couldn't do the same. it's absolutely insane, what American people are forced to live with -- and then they're lied to, straight up, and told that this is the best it gets.

to my American followers, I am so glad you're waking up to this bullshit, but you have got to keep pushing back. the world is watching your country with heartbreak and horror. to many of us, you live in hell. even with my own country's absolute bullshit (and I say this as someone who grew up in a warzone and who is now putting up with the national embarrassment that is Brexit) you could not pay me to live in America. you couldn't even pay me to visit, at this point. sincerely, wishing you a very pleasant revolution.

#anon #asks

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winecals · 3 years

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i spent my childhood and teen years never trying new things or doing any fun extracurriculars because i was too scared and shy and didn't believe i could do it or that i was "allowed to". and because of that i now am stuck in this middle of nowhere, unimportant small town for the rest of my life. no college, no getting married and starting a family, no real career or goals on life, no real plan for my future. just stuck living with my parents at 24 years old (and having every second of it). and stuck in this little insignificant town working a shitty job as a unappreciated bagger at a grocery store and ALWAYS getting the short end of the stick with this job. minimum wage, short-staffing, no opportunities to move up to another position despite me literally asking them to let me try anything else. (cashier, self-checkout, clicklist, you name it). they won't let me and they don't want me to. they don't trust me and don't think i'm capable of being or doing anything else but a lowly courtesy clerk that absolutely no one takes seriously or believes in and i'm tired of it. i was watching an interview that one of my favorite people ever, the late, great cory monteith did years before his death and he was talking abt his previous odd jobs before becoming an actor and how there's a moment where you're there at your little shitty job and you realize "hey if i don't get my act together this is what i'm gonna become for the rest of my life. this is who i'm gonna be. i'm gonna be stuck working here for the next 15+ years. do i really want that?". and it's stuck with me for the last several days and i can't stop thinking abt it. i definitely without a doubt 100% do NOT want to be a bagger at a grocery store in my little small town for the rest of my life. the thought of that being my plan for the rest of my life and my so-called "career" absolutely disgusts me. i don't want that for myself. some people are down for working a job like mine for years and years and sticking with it for a long time. i'm not down for it. i never wanted it in the first place. my parents and family pretty much forced me into it and i've hated it from the first day. i do have many friends at work. and many co-workers that i have stayed friends with even after they quit or left our store or whatever and i'm grateful for them. the co-workers i do still have are great for the most part and i love them but i have to draw the line somewhere. i Hate my job with a passion and the more time goes on the worse it gets and the worse me and my fellow associates get treated. my store doesn't even have a union so we can't even do anything abt the way we are getting treated. i've come to the conclusion that i have to figure out a plan. my plan. whatever that plan is is TBD but i have to figure out something. all my coping mechanisms are being taken away from me and/or pointed out to me as another issue and problem that i have that needs to be dealt with. self-harm. eating disorders. and now most recently, drinking excessively. i need these destructive behaviors to survive though. i'm trapped and lost and sad and i can't deal with it. these admittedly very unhealthy coping mechanisms are all i have. getting help and recovering is not an option for me. it never was one. suicide is still the best bet for me and the one i still can't get off my mind or forget abt. i have no idea what i'm doing or where to go from here. i wasn't meant for this. adulthood is not something i can handle and i don't know what to do abt it

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