did you guys know that when i was 16 i had this random ass person messaging me on a daily basis about how much they hated life and how badly they wanted to kill themself? and every day i’d have to be like nooooo don’t kill yourself please you’re not worthless i promise…anyway eventually i think i stopped responding to their messages or something? and they blocked me. and every so often they send me hate mail on this account on anon about how they hope i die or something. anyway i know their full legal name because they sent it to me one time
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you really should take the matter over fictional content more seriously because one day you could actually really someone out there over what you think is just harmless fun
you might laugh right now but you won't find it so funny when you're dropped by a former friend over it :/
As I've once said to another anon, I rather not be pulled into this nonsense over fucking fiction. It's nothing but a very stupid shitstorm that should have NEVER gotten this bad in the first place.
And because I know there will be folks out there who will get on my case for this, no, just kindly fuck off and leave me alone. I refuse to be dragged into a shitstorm all because some folks out there want to throw a hissy fit at others enjoying ANY sort of fictional content that THEY find uncomfortable.
I said these before in another post and I shall say it again because I feel it's needed. Putting this under readmore tho cuz post getting rather long here.
It's okay to feel upset over certain fictional content & interests, but that does not mean it's okay for you to act as if those who enjoy said stuff are horrible people. You're allowed to feel however you want over certain content, but for fuck's sake please just use that block/mute/whatever and move on with your fucking life. No need to announce to the world how much this or that makes you uncomfortable okay.
It's YOUR job to curate your own internet experience, NOT US STRANGERS. Most of us will do our best to tag certain shit to make it easier for others to avoid content but the system here isn't perfect so stuff is bound to slip by regardless. But even then, it's still YOUR job to curate your own internet experience. Again, a lot of us fellow online folks will do our best to tag certain content to make this a little easier for you, but that doesn't mean it's our job to cater to you.
News flash people, everyone has trauma and everyone deals with it differently. You're allowed to feel however you want over with anything regarding your trauma but that does not give you the fucking right to act as if only YOUR experiences and how YOU deal with YOUR trauma is "right".
What's that? Do you find how this or that person deals with their trauma to be really weird? Alright. That's okay. You think so-and-so doesn't count and that gives you the right to treat them however you want for it? Yeah no. You can fuck off with that mindset there.
Everyone is bound to unwittingly do something that will make you and others uncomfortable but that doesn't make them some horrible person. So please take a chill pill and not jump the gun so soon on others solely because of that. Not to say that you're not allowed to feel however you do but for fuck's sake 1) a lot of us are socially awkward folks who struggle with recognizing social cues and such and 2) it's not easy to read tone and such over text. :|
Alrighty. This is getting long enough as it is and uhm starting to get a bit tough to not go off completely here so just gonna stop.
But yeah. If you have a problem with any of this then go right ahead and hit that unfollow button there. You will not be missed. :)
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My taste in men, but it's ✨Stardew Valley✨
1. Harvey
Best bachelor for real
2. Elliott
sweetest!!
3. Alex
also a great choice 😗
4. Shane
Married him in my first game, no worries, he's great
(okay, we cannot fix him, I understand)
5. Sam
IT WAS SO HARD TO GET TOGETHER WITH HIM
kinda fun?
6. Sebastian
I'm sorry, but
y e a h
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for you i pulled the 10 of swords and the high priestess @izzuleos
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content warning for leo's high school depressive episode
Leo rolls over in his bed again. He does not want to move despite the gentle orange of the sunlight peeking through his curtain with the sunrise (or is it the glow of the sun dipping back below the horizon? Leo can’t tell right now).
He just wants to throw himself to the tides and let the ocean carry his body somewhere else. Maybe he can find a will to continue somewhere else.
But he just stays in his bed. He brings his legs up to his chest and tries to cry, but the tears don’t come.
He must still be out of tears from the last time he cried.
When was the last time he drank?
When was the last time he ate?
His hair felt greasy and matted and he needed a shower.
There’s a gentle knocking at the door and he wants to tell Ruka to leave him alone again, but the voice that greets him isn’t that of his little sister.
“Uh, hey, Leo-kun. It’s me, Sena.”
Oh.
Leo wants to turn him away, send him home. He can’t possibly see him like this, so sad, so pathetic, hardly worthy of the title of King.
“I know you probably don’t want to see me right now. I wouldn’t blame you if you just cursed me out to my face, but we’re worried about you.”
There’s a pause and Leo moves to respond before--
“I’m…worried about you, Leo-kun.”
Please just open up and let me take care of you, if only for a minute.
Leo doesn’t have the energy to move from his bed, but he talks just loud enough for Izumi to hear him.
“You can come in, Sena.”
There’s another pause before the doorknob turns and the silver haired boy enters the room.
There are clothes on the floor and crumpled pieces of paper everywhere, but Izumi doesn’t seem to mind as he closes the door behind him and gently pads over to Leo.
“Your sister told me you haven’t eaten in a few days. She wanted me to bring you this soup.”
Leo shifted in his bed and sat up.
“Thanks, Sena.”
Leo tried to grab the bowl but his hand shook as Izumi pulled his hands away.
“Why don’t you let me feed you, Leo-kun.”
Leo just nodded and Izumi went and pulled up the chair from his desk next to Leo’s bed.
Slowly but surely Izumi made sure Leo ate the soup.
It struck Leo that this wasn’t something Izumi would have ever done before. Something so small and domestic like feeding Leo soup and wiping his chin when some of the broth dripped down his face.
But he didn’t mind. It was just what he needed at that moment. Even in the silence, thick with problems that needed to be addressed eventually, just for a moment, Leo let himself just take in the feeling of being alive, of being loved.
And maybe he would make it past this eventually, even if Izumi had to come back every week, every day and make sure Leo ate something, had wiped his face off with a wet towel, and took care of himself.
Maybe that was love, and maybe Leo could let himself be loved again one day.
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