There's something about like. A certain genre of posts / Online Opinions about insecurity/depression/misery/complaints that are so unhelpful that they wrap right around to being straight up hilarious.
and it's the ones that are more or less written to the tone of "Feeling bad? That's gross!"
Like, just so you know, don't voice your insecurities/ have low self esteem, because that's offputting! You're gross and weird. Don't be insecure about that, though. That would be stupid if you felt insecure about people disliking you for being insecure. Not attractive. You should be thinking about being as attractive as possible.
You shouldn't make comments about suicide, even if you're suicidal! Keep those thoughts entirely to yourself. Make sure nobody around you knows you're thinking about this. It would Make Them Uncomfortable. It's better to keep these thoughts in your head where they can fester.
Don't post OR talk to friends with complaints about you feeling miserable or depressed. Tbh people who are sad/upset a lot? Kinda a red flag! You are probably miserable because you're a bad person and you've brought this on yourself. If you don't have friends, it's because you're awful to be around. Easy! Solved the problem for you. And no, there is no nuance to this, got it?
So, make sure to feel bad about feeling bad, but don't feel bad about it, because, well, that's just gross. And annoying! You might've wanted your brain rotted thoughts to be Peer Reviewed, you might have just needed to vent- you might've been hoping for some comfort, to get things off your chest. Well, don't! Don't talk about thoughts or feelings that are negative with your friends, you'd be burdening them and that's only meant for THERAPY. #SponsoredbyBetterHelp #MentalHealth
like, DAMN. that's so helpful. you're so good at helping. I um really liked the part where these are all hard and fast rules that encourage keeping feelings bottled up and keeping your friends at arm's length. That's really funny of you.
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It's just... odd to me, I suppose, going from "what is in my pants is completely irrelevant to most anybody else's life" to the expectation that you must be completely open, essentially, about what is in your pants.
I think a lot of people understand the general idea of why it's bad decorum to demand people offer explanations for private information like this, but they don't analyze exactly why it's bad besides, "asking directly is just rude" and not "asking in any way still enforces the often violent nature of gender and sex, and putting people in the 'right box' is a part of that violence."
It's especially odd when seeing other trans people enforcing the idea that "what's in your pants?" is a genuine, good-faith basis for interacting with others.
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❝ No time for cryin',
We've got a lot of work to do. ❞
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written as a thematic successor to this Dionysian prayer by Underflow of Dreamwidth, guided mostly by vibes and personal goals rather than sticking to the exact theming and goal of the original prayer; posted for lack of anything better to do with a typed-up version. color-coding should be obvious but if you're not sure what it's for... well, guess, that's half the point.
Odin, wise one, concealer, maddener,
who knows many secrets best left alone
Loki, sly one, lie-smith, tester of the mind,
who weaves trickery three feet deep
Blood-brothers, swift talkers, decievers
who can choose to reveal that which is disguised
Odin, twice-blind, flaming-eyed,
Loki, knot-tyer, thought-tryer,
I call to you now, who arrive like the hawk and the raven
Odin, old one, advantage counsel, who can see the truth
guide me to truth as well - awaken me to myself
Odin, wanderer, show me the path that I should walk
Loki, tangler, tree of deceit, clever-tongue with stitched lips,
Unwind for me the lies in my mind - unknot secrets from their roosts
Loki, spider, show me what threads rattle and what lies still
Grant me revelation, that which lies behind the illusion
Grant me direction, point my feet through darkness
Grant me clear sight, past deception and lies, Blind One, guide my eyes
Send me cleverness, with which to uncover and discover
And let me borrow fortune, luck, victory, and the strength to see and do
Loki, mischief-maker, give me sly words; and Odin, wise one, remind me when not to speak
Weather-maker, earth-shaker, father of songs, hearth-warmer and bright fire,
Send me discovery, give me uncovery, show me to the truth and how to see it; guide me over dangerous paces and the obscurations of night
And show me into interesting times.
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Want to write a fic in which Q has a breakdown of a sort and shows up at Bond's door in Jamaica. In years of their acquaintance, he has never asked Bond for anything and Bond owes him this much, he thinks. A break. A break from his life and responsibilities and a chance to collect himself before he becomes a real person again. (That's a decent ex post justification at either rate never mind that in his anguish all he could think to do was to go find Bond.)
And he regrets it immediately the second Bond shows up, tries to leave. But Bond stops him, because he may be too much of a headstrong ass to do anything about it but he has been living in a purgatory of his own making, drifting, and seeing Q here after all these years- it's a reprieve for him as well. Bond knows better than to ask questions too once he ascertains that Q is not there in business.
And the fic is just them spending a week together. A week of sailing and long walks on the beach, lots of sex (naturally), dinners they make followed by drinks in the town. Late night conversations. Do you remember when's. But those carefully steer clear of the old hurts that linger, of the Aston Martin and Madeleine and the zero postcards Bond sent. A question, unvoiced, of what they could have had in a different life. Of regrets that are too late to remedy now.
(OR ARE THEY???)
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