#i’m burnt out and tired

[muncedes]

.

#it feels like everyday i wake up to new alerts about mass shootings and gun violence #how is this even real #i’m burnt out and tired #and the fact that ppl’s immediate reactions is to make jokes and comparisons #at least my kids can go to school without bulletproof vests haha #how is that comical #people are literally replying to the cnn breaking news tweet making this about qatar #are you okay in the head

[soullessjack]

this isnt rlly a serious post more so than a thought I need to verbalize but like. there’s an INSANE difference between the fandom being like “hey what if jack was actually his age and got to be a little normal” vs y’all treating a grown ass man like he has to cover his ears when someone swears or sleep with a nightlight on because he’s afraid of the dark, and throwing the P word around to anyone who thinks he’s attractive. one of these things is not like the other.

#there’s a layer here about giving jack the childhood he specifically chose not to have #and ignoring his other choices because that’s just. idk a running theme with any character who struggles to have autonomy #but whatever idk #genuinely i think the past year or so that I’ve spent talking about this has burnt me out #either that or I’m just too fixated on VB to really care too much #like obviously I still care about it and wish more was done to help but it’s not really a warpath for me to walk currently #just. #I’m just tired dawg #it’s like talking to a deaf brick wall #please just do some research into infantilization I cannot keep having a one sided conversation with people who don’t care #spn #jack kline #baby jack #spn fandom #fandom critical #fandom ableism #tfw2.0 #not even just ableism it’s the whole mischaracterization woobified bullshit all over again #and the using baby jack as a prop for everyone else but I digress #jack: *chose not to be a child and hates being seen as one and is more than willing to get violent if he thinks he has to* #y’all for some fucking reason: he’s just a widdle baby he can’t handle the scary movie he needs his daddies to take care of him #I’ve already said all these things before #i am tired. so tired

[send-me-a-puffalope]

there’s no amount of escapism that can get us out of this one boys

#help i don’t understand anything in school #i cant focus on anything #nothing makes sense #i’m so tired all the time #it’s the second day back how am i already burnt out #god spoke to me this morning and said fuck you #slight vent #nat’s rambles

[adrift-in-thyme]

Whumptober Day 19: Psychological + “I’m not as stupid as you think I am”

Read on Ao3

- Sky

- Summary: The Shadow pulls a dirty trick to gain an advantage over Sky

CW for blood and injury

————————————

Sky’s hands are shaking.

It has been a long time since they have trembled while wrapped around the hilt of a blade. He could never afford for them too. Shaking hands means clumsiness, hesitation and fear made obvious to the enemy. In a fight against Ghirahim or Demise such weakness had spelled death. And besides, with the anger raging through him and the sorrow and terror hounding at his every step, he had found a strength he hadn’t even known was within him. A strength to keep going even when exhaustion dragged at him and every part of him ached. A strength to remain brave no matter the consequences.

That bravery has not left him now, nor the strength. But it is hidden regardless, hidden deep within. In the last few seconds it has fled to the recesses of his heart.

Because in the last few seconds his opponent has transformed. He had been fighting the Shadow, trading blows at a speed even he had had a bit of trouble keeping up with. Now, Zelda stands in the Shadow’s place, with the blade of Master Sword pressed against her neck.

Sky inhales sharply. Air filters through his nostrils, but still he feels like he is suffocating.

“Zelda?”

She smiles, sweet and familiar, like a dagger to his heart.

“Hey, sleepyhead.”

Sky fights not to take a stumbling step back, fights against the urge to lower his weapon and his defenses alongside it. Everything within him screams that this is real, that the being standing before him is the woman he loves. And she certainly looks the part. Those big blue eyes look the same as the ones he loses himself in so often, the golden hair the same as the strands he weaves into little braids on lazy mornings. The way her nose crinkles slightly when she smiles, the tilt of her head, the way she holds herself, even — he realizes as she moves closer, heedless of the blade still against her neck — her scent…is all so very much like Zelda.

His Zelda.

She takes another step, eyes never leaving his. Sky swallows hard.

He wants to look around for the others. He can hear them still fighting somewhere behind him though, close enough for the sounds of struggle to be audible, too far to notice something is amiss and come to his aid.

He resists the urge to sigh. He should never have let himself become lost in the fight and lead away from his brothers. He knows better than that, he knows…

But he had dared hope that this could be it, the end of the Shadow. He had dared think that he could save those he loves.

Yet, now here he stands, facing the Shadow but staring at Zelda.

Sky closes his eyes for a long moment, reveling in the feel of cool darkness that alleviates some of the pressure behind them. The Shadow won’t attack him, not like this. He fears the blade too much.

…that’s right. The Shadow. The monster who stalks them in the dark and nearly stole Twilight’s life. The monster bent on killing nine heroes merely because they hold the sacred title.

The Shadow. A demon. Not his goddess.

He opens his eyes.

Zelda – no not Zelda, the Shadow – raises her eyebrows. “What’s wrong, sleepyhead? Surely, you believe that it’s truly me.”

“No, I don’t.” His voice is far more level than he expected it to be and it possesses a dangerous edge too. “You’re not her.”

Her lips curve upward. Something dangerous glints behind her eyes, a bit of crimson in a sea of blue.

“Well, then, I suppose you won’t have any problem killing me.”

Sky grits his teeth. One movement is all it will take, one swift swing of the blade. And with the anger roiling within him it should be an easy task.

Yet, still he can’t bring himself to do it.

The Shadow smirks. “No? I thought not. Few would be willing to slaughter someone with the appearance of a loved one.”

That glint returns. Alarm bells blare in the back of Sky’s mind, but they seem impossibly far away. It is dangerously easy to ignore them.

“Luckily, however, I have no such qualms.”

The monster moves quickly, little more than a flash of darkness in the waning sunlight, a stretch of shadows upon the ground. And in the next moment Sky chokes on a gasp as a blade embeds itself in his abdomen. His trembling hands finally give up. The Master Sword slips to the ground.

He follows suit mere seconds later, collapsing in a heap of limp limbs. Pain grips his abdomen and spreads outward, following the trail of his scars. Sky claws blindly at the hilt of the weapon still lodged in him. He wraps wet, blood drenched fingers around it and readies himself to pull it out. But a pair of soft hands enclose his own before he can.

He blinks away the gray and white static crackling before him and stares up into those cursed blue irises.

“You heroes are truly pathetic.”

Though his form is the same, the Shadow no longer sounds like Zelda. His voice is entirely his own now. And as Sky watches darkness begins to replace light, the offending disguise melting into the familiar being he has faced far too many times.

“You were so close to winning and yet you hesitated because you couldn’t kill her. For a seasoned warrior you certainly are soft. Foolish as well. You knew that the person before you was not your loved one. But it made no difference.”

The Master Sword lies a short ways away. Carefully, Sky reaches out for it. The hilt warms slightly at his touch.

“You’d be surprised,” he grits out past the pain and the blood. “I’m not nearly as soft and stupid as you think.”

He brings the sword up and plunges it into the Shadow’s neck.

It’s easy now, even with his arms already starting to feel leaden and his mind fuzzy. It’s easy now that the mask that had paralyzed him is gone.

The monster lets out an unholy screech and disappears in a cloud of black. Sky lets his arm fall limply back to the ground.

He isn’t even going to try and fool himself into thinking that the Shadow is gone for good. The Master Sword is powerful, but their enemy is cunning. Who knows what tricks he has up his sleeve that allow him to escape an early death?

But Sky can’t bring himself to care right now. It’s a bit difficult to think of anything with a sword still sticking out of him. His tunic has begun to feel terribly damp and he doesn’t have to look down to know why.

He blinks, hard, fighting against the oncoming haze. It’s a losing battle however. Everything hurts and the darkness seems far preferable to the harshness of his current surroundings. Plus, he is utterly exhausted. Maybe just a little nap wouldn’t hurt…

“Sky!”

The call reaches him past the ringing in his ears. Sky drags open eyes he hadn’t even registered closing.

“Rulie?”

The traveler comes into his line of vision, worry in his eyes and determination in his stance.

“Yeah, it’s me. Don’t worry. Just hold on, okay? I’m gonna heal you.”

Sky hums softly. Already, he is drifting away.

#whumptober 2023 #no.19 #psychological #‘I’m not as stupid as you think I am’ #blood tw #injury tw #lu sky #lu shadow #sky x sun #kinda #but not really #trin writes #angst #hurt/comfort #whump #sorry this was late!! #I thought I could finish it last night #but I was very tired #still am tbh #I’m getting kinda burnt out #but I’m not about to stop now #I’m too stubborn XD

[fowlblue]

not existential dread not imposter syndrome but a secret third thing (i feel like an invasive species in my own life)

#i am fine to be clear but. i am so tired lately and my headspace is weird lately but other people around me are doing So Much Worse. so idk. #I’ll be okay I think I’m just getting burnt out on a lot of stuff and it’s making me think to hard. in the meantime I will continue to think #about the tragedy of the feral cat and the house sparrow

[x-itzzzzzz-x]

i don’t want to be some hateful bitter person but being around others sometimes is unbearable bc it does nothing but remind me of how i’m failing at everything in life and that everyone around me is ahead

i have no future so what’s the point like i’m constantly reminded of how smart and interesting and real my friends are and then i’m reminded of how i’m not those things and i don’t have the capacity to be those things

all i wanted was to make a difference and truly learn and do something with it but if i can’t even last a day of uni how am i meant to do anything good

anyways it’s so lonely being depressed and a loser bc even tho i have friends i feel like i’m always on a different wavelength from them, always watching never participating. i feel like they are ahead of me in life in every ways and there’s nothing i can do to catch up and stay caught up i’m just consistently failing in everything

#autism #i’m so tired #i think i’m burnt out #but like everyone is #so it’s not even a valid excuse #i’m just lazy #and stupid #there’s no other way to put it really #lonelly #social anxiety #bpd #actually autistic #rsd #tw vent #left behind

[blessthishouse]

It feels like there’s a lot of heavy energy right now

#everything just feels kind of hopeless and I feel like I’ll like #never be financially stable enough to leave my family #and like I’ll never have a deep and significant romantic relationship #like at this point I am just waiting for my dad to die and hoping for some semblance of peace and normalcy for the rest of my adult life #maryam's posts #like fuck man I just want romantic love #but it seems like everyone is just weird or burnt out or does the bare minimum #and here I am looking and feeling like an idiot #like I’m just tired #I wish my family wasn’t so scarily homophobic I could be comfortable enough being with someone who wasn’t a man #I just feel all alone #And I wish I had someone rn who could see that #and who could give me a hug and say that they loved me

[bluejay-flies]

Uh. So. I might have made another art blog XD

I’ve recently gotten really into Minecraft again, and discovered the vast world of Hermitcraft. I’m honestly hyper fixating a little (a lot) so I might be drawing that stuff for a while. I honestly don’t know if any of my followers like that kind of stuff, but if you do, here’s the link xD

#Don’t worry I’m not abandoning this blog #I’ve just been a bit burnt out lately #and I’m tired of forcing myself to draw things just for pure content #So I’m finally self indulging a bit and drawing whatever I’m interested in #Hopefully it’ll take off some of the stress #Hermitcraft #Art blog #Minecraft #Mod speaks

[geckothegecko]

Can someone stab me with a knife? Pretty please?

#Ugh I don’t like posting stuff like this on this blog but I have no one to talk to so why not the void #Relating hard to that one vampire weekend lyric #“I don’t want to live like this #But I don’t want to die” #Found out one of my friends actually doesn’t like me #And I feel the depression coming back #And I’m having trouble talking to people again #and i feel like shit #and I’m burnt out #And have art block #And am failing most of my classes #Even though I know I could easily ace them if I tried #But I can’t #for who knows what reason #And I feel so alone #and all in all I’m just tired #I don’t even have time to do things that interest me #It’s a ruthless cycle of how much stress can the universe unload on me #Vent #tw vent

[alt-simz]

i’m really close to just not posting anymore and just playing the game for fun 😂😂

#i burnt myself out #i love CAS but omg i’m so tired of it #alt.txt

[studyinginthestorm]

please give me a virtual hug

#i'm so tired #emotions #emotionally burnt out #mentally burnt out #physically burnt out #neurodivergent burn out #neurodivergent studyblr #actually neurodivergent #honest academia #i feel like crying #i feel like im losing my mind #i feel like i’m gonna throw up #i feel like a failure #i feel like shit

[iamthemaestro]

how can I have so many ideas but also NO IDEAS

#I’m back in my hating music phase sorry #it’s just so incredibly frustrating the concept is 100% but I literally cannot come up with anything #I’ve been putting off trying so I’ve been like ‘well just try you don’t even know if it’s going to be hard’ #guess what. it’s just as hard as it’s been for the past three years I’ve been massively burnt out #I hate it here why do I even do this #this was supposed to be funny but it’s actually not that funny anymore I’m so tired of only ever being able to force myself to create #nothing I do is ever all that good. like it’s fine. but in the past three years I’ve written one (1) piece I’m actually proud of #and I’ve written at least like seven pieces #which is not even a lot compared to most people who do what I do #anyway. the tags kind of got away from me. I think I should stop for tonight #meanwhile I only spent like 15 minutes on it and that was enough to genuinely upset me #mine

[harmonymarigold]

Enbee

(Their name is Bee and they’re nonbinary that’s my caption)

#I’m tired #hi I keep forgetting to post here #I post most consistently on cohost and then after that Artfol #but I’m trying to use other socials too but like not too much so I don’t get burnt out on posting #alright on to my regular tags #my ocs #Bee #harmonyart #watercolor

[poppurini]

why play hard to get bladie

#dyk how tiring it is to grind for jades 😞 #cmon i’m guaranteed even ur lc just come home babe 😞 #why are u like this #i’ve grinded 20 pulls today and i’m sooo burnt out #i have a fat crush on u can u not be this stubborn #spam.

[cherrypieships]

this is a post for my fellow self-shippers with major burn-out

your f/os still love you if you are not actively creating content for your ship. you are still an important member of the community if you are not actively creating content for your ship. your mutuals do not hate you if you are not actively creating content for your ship.

you deserve rest and relaxation, and your f/os will ALWAYS understand that!

#proship dni #self ship community #olive talks #i’m legit so burnt out lately i haven’t written or even looked at f/o tags lately #everything is just so tiring i feel like i’m always GOING

[wyrm-with-a-why]

When the mental health spirals

#March break can’t come soon enough #I’m so done and tired #exhausted #burnt out even #I #want to draw to feel better but CANT