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#to tell the world how you are defined
faelapis · 9 months
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crazy seeing rightwing people calling the barbie movie anti-men considering i’m pretty sure the “i’m just ken” song did more good for men’s mental health than any number of their shitty little incel forums combined
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beeapocalypse · 6 months
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^ GAH !
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^ GAH !!!!!!!!!!!!!
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gibbearish · 5 days
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maybe this was common knowledge and ive been severely out of the loop but the fact that russel t davies is gay is kind of rocking my world rn?
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tittysuckersworld · 1 year
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y'know, not saying anything but you know what id love to see more of? sorta washed up kaveh fic stuff. like he is burnt out and tired and cant compell himself to work in different mediums he used to do good in cause it just dosent work for him anymore. or just being dad cause he defines himself on art and others define him on art so when he dose other things its weird or smth idk
just like if know any fics about kaveh struggle with happy end would love to read yes
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aj-thegreatest · 2 years
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Someone needs to make an essay on how the Owl House tackles the “don’t fully fall into fantasy/don’t believe you’re the main character” moral with Luz stronger than Amphibia did with Marcy
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duskythesomething · 1 year
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every time someone tells me that I'm "high functioning" or "only a little autistic" it almost makes me wish i struggled more visibly. you Do Not Know what i go through every single fucking day
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sleebyconfy · 5 months
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you are not defined by arbitrary ratings and grades.
you are worthy of respect and rest and joy, regardless of any superficial judgements others make of you.
you are worthy because you are alive and here.
sometimes things are out of your control, and it is ok and healthy to let them go and no longer worry about them after acknowledging them.
when things are out of your control and are unimportant in the grand scheme of things, no amount of panic and anger and guilt will fix it, and it is good and ok to turn your attention and energy towards other things.
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lucyvsky · 5 months
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#ok so like. ignore this i just need to type things out#it’s weird because i don’t ever know what to call my hyperacusis right. like i don’t know what to do about it i just call it a sound thing#and move on but it’s like. i don’t know if it’s a disability or not because yeah it’s like. well it makes my life miserable and impacts like#everything about how i interact with the world. etc. but since i can manage it better now it doesn’t worry me as much and i don’t think that#i struggle with it as much as i used to so it just doesn’t count for me. but it’s also like. i don’t know. my audiologist thinks it’s caused#by me playing trombone but i’m willing to bet it’s all the concerts too but in any situation it’s my own fault and i don’t know how bad i’m#allowed to feel about something that i did to myself. like just the consequences of my actions. etc. on another note though it’s hard too#because i can’t find like. anything concrete about hyperacusis really like it sort of exists but also not really but demonstrably it exists#because i can feel it but there’s no research. and so i don’t know how to figure out my relationship with my sound thing. at all. because on#some levels it’s just like nooooooooo :(( too loud noise but then you go on the wikipedia page it’s like. people have killed themselves#because they had this and it’s just like. ok so that’s a possibility here. great. and i need to survive this??#i don’t know man. blame the random onset of tinnitus five minutes ago for this#it’s just hard because i don’t know how seriously i should tell other people to treat it like my friends from high school were there with me#when it was the worst it has ever been and so like. they know how bad it could get but i just get really dismissive of it now when people#ask me about it because it’s like. well it hasn’t been that bad in a while but it could be at any time. and so having to define how much it#bothers me to other people is hard because on some days i’m so normal and then on other days i’m near tears over something#i just miss my friends
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crazy-fruit · 6 months
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oathofpromises · 6 months
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21. Listening to someone’s heartbeat —Data to Stella after the Vault
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Stella's breath came in labored gasps as she hurriedly ascended the stairs leading to the vault. Data had departed several hours prior with the intention of confronting Thordan VII. In this encounter, she knew that he would inevitably confront the deep grief resulting from the loss of Haurchefant. Data would undoubtedly exert his utmost effort to maintain a facade of strength for the people, but the Au Ra knew him too well. She knew that his heart was already succumbing to the weight of anguish. This event was beyond her control, as hard as that was to admit. Which, made it impossible for her to prevent it or even forewarn him. It wasn't her place to mess with the timeline, no matter how much she wished to shield Data from all the pain he would face across his own journey.
With a gradual motion, her hand tightened into a firm fist, corresponding with the onset of rain cascading upon her form. Even now, she retains vivid memories of the rainfall that fell upon her on the very same day. Reaching up, she touched the red blossom necklace laying against her neck. The rapid beating of her heart almost made it hard to breathe. That all seemed insignificant though, once Stella spotted Data. There he was perched upon the staircase, his face hidden behind a cascade of brown hair. She quickly realized that he had indeed already been crying, presumably choosing to wait until the other Scions had departed before allowing his emotions to surface. It was how it always had been for them as Warriors of Light.
The world’s expected them to demonstrate great strength and resilience in the face of numerous challenges. To guide this world in the way of light, yet did anyone stop and realize that they were also human? With their own thoughts, feelings and pain? Silently, she settled herself beside him and tenderly drew his head towards her chest. The rhythmic pulsation of her heart resembled a melodious lullaby, soothing and captivating.
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"Data," Stella whispered, her voice barely audible amidst the turmoil of all the emotions. Tears teetered on the edges of her eyes. It was becoming difficult to keep them surpassed, but taking care of Data took precedence over her personal emotions. Right now, he was hurting and needed her support.
In light of her intimate understanding of the severe anguish that lay ahead, how could she offer solace to him? The weight of guilt and self-blame that he was bound to place on his own heart. So many would say it wasn't his fault, and he would try and force a smile. Simply burying how he truly felt deep in his own heart.
Stella vividly remembered enduring prolonged periods of fasting, secluding herself within the confines of her room and rarely emerging, except when her presence was required. Despite the circumstances, it became evident that the Warrior of Light was severely limited in her physical mobility. She was rendered weak by exhaustion and hunger to concentrate on her duties. The situation had deteriorated to such an extent that Alphinaud identified it necessary to gently encourage her to take in nourishment. However, it wasn't until she experienced the echo of G'raha's voice summoning her within the realm of dreams that she mustered the strength to keep going. Regardless of the tremendous suffering it caused, she had to persevere and carry out her duty as the Warrior of Light.
At that moment, talking seemed inadequate, and so she cradled Data against her chest in silence. With the gentle rhythm of her heartbeat providing solace, she relied on its familiar presence, trusting it to bring the other solace once again. Deep down, hoping it would serve as a means to keep Data grounded, enabling him to rely on her and reveal the emotions he concealed from everyone else.
With a tender touch, she delicately placed her head upon his, while his arms enveloped her waist. As they sought refuge beneath the protective canopy of the building, the relentless downpour persisted, drenching the surroundings. Given the current conditions, it is highly probable that the two individuals would succumb to a cold if they were to continue staying outside. With a gentle motion, she tenderly cradled Data's face, his eyes inflamed from weeping, while tears persisted in tracing their path along his sun-kissed cheeks.
"Data, it’s important that you take a nice shower, and we get a fresh set of garments for you. I understand that it's the last thing you want to do right now..but I won't have you getting sick. “
A part of Stella wasn't sure if Data would heed her advice and follow her back to the Forgotten Knight, or if his aching heart wished to remain here. She wouldn't blame him if he did, but just feeling how badly the brunet was shaking against her worried the pink haired Au Ra a lot. A soft gasp escaped her lips, as she felt him nuzzle against her chest. His hands clenching at her shirt, as tears fell from his face onto her own skin.
I'm sorry...that I couldn't prevent you from suffering this, too...
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diegoshargrieves · 7 months
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listening to my parents talk about me is so fucking funny. "she's dealt with us for so long that at this point she's done. she's mentally checked out from having to give a shit about anyone. can you believe how corruptible she is just because she's almost an adult and she thinks that we're not her problem anymore?"
like man you are literally so close. so fucking close.
#no it's not that ive dealt with everyone for my whole life and now im selfish and dont want to give a shit about anyone anymore#its that ive dealt with everyone my entire life ive been an emotional support pillar ive been rotting in this toxic dysfunctional household#ive been a third parent ive stepped in for my dad when he spontaneously decides to be a deadbeat ive supported my mom without fail#whenever shes needed it for years. ive dealt with everyones fits of mania & psychosis & breakdowns & chronic pain & depressive episodes#ive had my mental illness trivialized and belitted and downplayed. im exhausted and traumatized and so fucking burned out#of course it looks like ive given up on everyone from the outside because im struggling !! im struggling mentally and emotionally#and its spilling out in all the wrong ways and they just see it as me letting my anger ruin my character and everyone else around me#they dont care if theres something wrong with me even though im throwing out signs and cries for help literally wherever i can#they just care that theyre affected by it and inconvenienced by my deteriorating mental condition#they think this mentally ill freak is just what i am at this point and they cant stop emotionally blackmailing me#by reminiscing about how i used to be so kind and optimistic. i wish they would just fucking see me for once#ive played the role of the good emotional support eldest daughter my entire life. why didnt they think it would blow up at some point#and when i have tried opening up in moments of severe emotional vulnerability they just throw it back in my face later on#while simultaneously telling me i just need to change my outlook on life because im still young and cant define myself by childish problems#mom you are depressed and anxious you should recognize it better than anyone. you should be able to see it for what it is#instead of telling me to go spend a week volunteering at a cancer hospital so i can go see what real problems exist for people in the world#and what other people are going through and maybe ill come out with a new appreciation for life#mom just bc people are dying of cancer doesnt mean i can't be depressed just bc other people have it worse doesnt mean i cant have it bad#im so fucking tired!#3 am vent post yippee i am going to regret oversharing on the internet so badly when i wake up tmrw
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i know roman was the one dressed as phantom of the opera but
phantom of the opera remus who is in love with opera singer roman but only ever visits him in a mask
roman who worked so hard to get where he is and become famous and claw his way up from being worried about his next meal and is now world famous
remus writing him music and complimenting his arias and playing piano accompanyment in the quiet of the otherwise empty opera house at night
and roman says "please i love you, may i see your face"
and remus says "if you love me, never that"
and theyre happy and they kiss and fall deeper in love, fall into each other's lives and orbits and minds like its inevitable
remus has been following his career since practically his first tryouts and practice, even if he only approached roman later. he's seen sketches of himself tucked among remus' sheet music that show him young and gangly and nervous. roman wonders what he did to deserve to catch remus' attention.
but eventually the curiosity burns at him enough that while remus sleeps he lifts the mask and-
its a copy of his own face, slack in dreaming but so undeniable in its evidence
he remembers remus saying "if you want to love me, dont look" and he wishes visciously that he had heeded that warning
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rustchild · 2 years
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honestly until i grew up and started doing my own research there was so much i didn’t know about antisemitism, as a raised-reform jew growing up in a fairly non-jewish area with a gentile father. the narrative we’re taught is so limited and so warped and it doesn’t include shit like my great-aunt being asked why she doesn’t have horns or people having quarters thrown at them or what blood libel actually is and how it functions. antisemitism is so fundamental to understanding how christianity, especially but not exclusively european christianity, functions, but the lack of genuine education around it is just... staggering. there was always a hovering sense of danger--i remember asking my middle school best friend if her parents hated me because i was jewish--but I didn’t have the words or the framework to understand it as a system in a historical context. this isn’t a guilt trip or a woe is me or anything, it’s just kind of boggling to me sometimes.
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whimsybrain · 1 year
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I feel like gender and romantic love have a lot of similarities, in that
A. Both of them are heavily emphasized, publicized, and politicized in our society, though the reality of them is extremely personal
B. They are equally real and social constructs
C. The majority of people seem to believe that you can’t go your whole life without one, or that you can’t have multiple at once, though these things are very natural and possible
D. People have a lot of trouble giving an exact definition of either
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vamptastic · 1 year
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looking for advice on college essays and everything i see is like "don't talk about mental health or disability or racism or your mom dying or being lgbt it makes the essay readers too sad" like damn okay. it makes me sad too. let me into your school.
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cienie-isengardu · 2 years
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The Death Watch was a violent splinted group of mercenaries who disagreed with Mandalore Jaster Mereel’s insistence on honorable behaviour.
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