all the people who’ve decided to spend the last week harassing diasporic Jews and unveiling mass antisemitism in a now socially appropriate way have done such hard work for the Zionism fandom.
i genuinely do not have it in me to claw my way out from rock bottom right now. this can’t happen anymore, it can’t get worse than this. i can’t take it, i’m just not strong enough
I don’t want to do PT that makes my life a waking hell. I don’t want to cry myself to sleep with pain. I don’t want to have dangerous and risky surgery that has almost no chance of actually helping me. I don’t want to take medication that could make me seem able-bodied but would fucking destroy my fragile internal inner workings of hormones, the other medications I’m taking, familial allergies to certain medical substances, etc.
I want to use a wheelchair.
If that means I don’t want to get better, then yeah I don’t want to get better. Fuck being ‘healthy.’ I want to LIVE.
I’m currently reading Season of Mists and are you really trying to tell me Dream of the Endless, knowing he could possibly die or worse, ONLY said goodbye to his sister, his subjects, Daniel and then HOB?!
Like a billion year old entity put his priorities straight and went to see just some guy?
And then I have believe THERE’S NOTHING GOING ON THERE??
Is it just me but when someone comments or reblogs an old fic, do emotions rush in? Like suddenly you remember what you felt while writing that story? You remember what your characters felt? How it was like when you finally shared it to the world community? And then there’s just this immense pride and joy that you got to create something that means something to another person, that it made them laugh and smile and cry and believe in love and realize something about themselves?
Just being a little sentimental about it, how I got into this rabbit hole of reading fics 4 years ago and got the courage to write a year later and now I have a collection of my own stories that I love and appreciate, with characters that are a part of me, too. Write what you want to read, they said, and I did. And I’m not one to brag about myself but I did pretty good, and I’m proud of every single story I wrote and put out, and I’ll definitely be rereading them.
Here’s to every one of you who’s ever read a story. 💕
And here’s to every one of you who writes - only you know the amount of time and energy and love you put into your work and your characters. Only you know what it feels like putting your heart into a story that you created. You did good. Be your first fan. And know you’ve made someone’s day. It doesn’t make us any better than anyone else, though; we’re all here to connect and to feel and to escape somehow. But being vulnerable and sincere takes courage, so thank you 💕
Banging my head against the wall I’m SO deep into the trope of Person A being like “I have to keep being useful and doing whatever I can to please Person B if Person B ever stops needing me I’ll literally die I’m so so scared that they’ll stop needing me” and Person B saying without any hesitation “I’ll never stop needing you”