#go listen to a case of you it’s literally about them

[sophie-frm-mars]

Mental health discourse on social media is so deeply broken and it's all that one post that says there's only either Smol Bean disorder or Evil Abuser Disorder.

Like people think that "getting better" means what? Feeling better? Sometimes getting better makes you feel better, sometimes it feels fucking awful. Coming to terms with having hurt people feels like total fucking shit, realizing how much of your life could have been spent on things other than being completely fucking insane sucks shit, realizing that some of the people who hurt you were going through some stuff that you can actually relate to sucks total fucking shit.

I'm particular though, it's the idea that people don't hurt people when they're unwell that I think is poisoning the discourse. It's a reaction to the classic crazy dangerous lunatic stereotype, people are swinging entirely the other way and insisting that everyone who has ever been mentally unwell has been in a state where they couldn't possibly hurt anyone and therefore if anyone hurts someone it's something entirely unrelated to mental illness, this is how we invent and permanently reinvent Smol Bean Disorder and Evil Abuser Disorder.

Yes, statistically in a situation where someone is experiencing a serious mental health episode the person most at risk is the unwell person, but that's a nuanced statement, it isn't the same as "nobody mentally ill ever hurts anyone". But the problem with pointing all this out is that so many (well-intentioned) people just see symptoms as like a license for your behaviour. Why did you miss the thing we were gonna do? I have depression. I feel like she never listens to me! She has ADHD. Why does she get so fucked up by me not texting for a few hours? She has BPD. and so on but like no some of the experience of being unwell is sometimes acting in ways you deeply regret and will have to live with and feel shitty about kinda forever.

The whole thing is nuts because people will describe someone who they currently view as evil in terms that just sound like a super unwell person "he was obsessed with..." "She was all blank like she wasn't even present" and at the same time attribute this to an essential and unchangeable evil about that person instead of some kind of madness. It's a perfect double bind the way that we stigmatise mental illness while attributing it to something else, we're really eating our cake and having it too. My favourite example of this is "pathological liar". This gets used all the time in situations where one side of a conflict just doesn't believe the person they're talking about, I've had it happen to me even, but if it were true isn't that a person who needs psychological intervention? Someone who feels the need to compulsively lie in a way that causes harm to themselves or others or both?

And all of this is fair, also, like when someone has been hurt they need a space to absolutely hate the guts of the person that hurt them, talk utter shit, say the most offensive stuff about them that they wouldn't stand by the next day, because for many people that's a part of the healing, is detesting that person. The trouble is that we have so many ways to facilitate carceral responses to harm because carcerality is so deeply baked into our society that we really view "less harm than literally having someone killed" as abolitionist, and we're all very good at kidding ourselves that doing harm to someone we hate is justified. I get it, I've done it. I've sought punitive justice towards people who've hurt me before. I thought I was in the right. The people around me were reinforcing that idea for me and in some cases even pushing me towards it. So I get it. But I think finding abolitionist alternatives in conflict is the largest, hardest bulk of the work in mad liberation, because whenever I've seen someone very unwell I know wind up completely alone, abandoned and precarious, it has always been through a series of interpersonal conflicts where people choose one by one to leave their life because it's too hard, which in turn makes the burden harder for the next person and the next until they are completely alone.

A response and structure focused in healing after harm happens isn't natural for us raised under patriarchal punitive logic. Because it isn't natural to us it's going to take a lot of work, and it's a multi layered problem. People want to act quickly and punitively. Several pressures converge to make people seek the most extreme punitive action possible. People who have hurt people are assumed to be liars and manipulators, so they can't be believed when they apologize and they can't be listened to or trusted like a normal person. It's never really going to be possible to devise a step by step template for this kind of thing because people and conflicts are so unique and trying to reconcile a shared reality requires some amount of feeling it out.

[carbon-dating-everything]

Listen hear me out

Eddie and Volt (kinda established relationship?) with a fem!reader who went to medschool during her first few years of moving into the house. And now with a medical degree and while she's still trying to find a job in the medical field she spends her knowledge on educating the dateables and treating any injuries they may have (pretend for a second that's how it works). One main victim of this is Eddie because of his maintenance work. Hands always bruised and rough so reader often comes to treat it despite his protests. And ofc whenever Volt has accidents and injures himself she's right on the case.

(Farya def loves her)

hey!!!! love this request - was wondering when i’d get an eddie and volt one!! they’re two of the most popular characters in this game for sure (and i can def see why ;))

supplying aid to the power supply

pairing: eddie and volt x female reader (referred to with she/her, no physical features described)

content warnings: injuries (description of bruises and cuts; fic is set after the injuries happen)

word count: 1.4 k

‘She’s going to fuss over you, you know.’

Eddie groans and turns to face Volt. ‘She’s not going to be worried about shit unless you tell her. I’m fine. My hand’s already healing.’ Grunting, he raises his very much not healed right hand with difficulty, a large red bruise staining the skin near the wrist.

He manages to grab his glass on the third try and, ungracefully, downs it in one gulp. ‘See?’

At this, Volt arches an eyebrow. ‘Very convincing, Eddie. Should I go tell her that you’re feeling peachy, or do you want to let her see for herself?’

Right on cue, you duck into the Breaker Box, wearing your fantastic red shirt and your Dateviators perched on your nose. ‘Hey, guys - how’s it going?’

Volt waves at you. Eddie waves and winces. 

You stop in your tracks and your eyes narrow, spotting Eddie’s hand immediately. ‘Explain.’

Eddie sighs. ‘It’s really no big deal this time, live wire. I fell off the ladder repairing a cable.’

‘One of the rungs hit his hand. I believe it requires attention,’ Volt sings out.

Eddie glares at him, and the white-haired man smirks.

You frown. ‘Why didn’t you tell me about this earlier? I’m going to the fridge to get some ice from Freddy, I’ll be right back.’

And with that, you do an about-face and vanish back out of the electrical cupboard, just as quick as you came. Eddie sighs in frustration, placing his head in his good hand.

Volt hums. ‘Didn’t I tell you that would happen?’

‘Shut up.’

With a clatter, the cupboard door flies open again, and before either of them can register it you’re swooping towards Eddie with the first aid kit and a bag of ice in your hands. 

Eddie blinks. ‘That took shockingly little time.’

‘I’ve been fixing up objects all day with Farya,’ you reply, sitting down next to him and setting the first aid kit on the counter. ‘I figured getting help from a literal med kit couldn’t hurt.’

You turn, and business-like, begin inspecting Eddie’s hand. ‘So. What happened?’

‘Well, like I said, I was trying to fix one of the cables and solder it back together, when I fell and caught my hand in one of the ladder rungs-‘

‘And after that, Eddie couldn’t complete any of the other repairs,’ Volt interrupts him. ‘He wasn’t able to move his hand.’

‘Mm, makes sense. When you hit something that badly, you’re not able to move it for a while - it’s surprising that you’re able to at all right now. Sort of like when the power fizzles in the Breaker Box and everything stops working for a while - the power supply is gone.’ You begin gently prodding the bruise, feeling for a reaction. ‘Anywhere you’re most hurt?’ 

One spot in particular makes Eddie suck in the air between his teeth in a sharp hiss, and you wince sympathetically, ‘Ooh, yeah, that’s closer to the bone, which is why it also has more obvious swelling. You’ll definitely be feeling that one for longer, and it’ll fade slower, too - probably going to get stiff for a few days.’

‘Great,’ Eddie deadpans, and leans back as far as he’s able in the bar seat, tangling his good hand in his hair. ‘How long until I can get things going again?’

You take one of the clean dish rags from behind the bar and wrap the ice in it, pressing it to Eddie’s bruise. When you’re done applying it, you stand back. ‘Well, you don’t need any serious medical treatment - all you need is some ice packs here and there for the first day or two, and then keep it elevated and close to heat so that the blood circulates better. You should be able to get back to work soon if you follow those instructions. Got that?’

Eddie mock salutes with his good hand. ‘Aye-aye, captain.’ He points to the other things you’ve set out on the bar - bandages, antiseptic, and. cotton swabs. ‘What’re those for?’ 

You stare at him incredulously, gesturing to what he might deem as no big deal, but what you estimate are a dozen other little cuts and scrapes littering his forearms, some healed and some raw. ‘Eddie. You can’t be serious.’ 

Volt chuckles. ‘Our Eddie is certainly bad at taking care of himself, isn’t he, live wire?’

You round on him, poking a finger at his chest. ’Don’t laugh at him when you’re no better. When was the last time you actually closed the Breaker Box’s performance section for a day?’

He stares, taken aback. ‘Er-‘

‘Right. You don’t know because you don’t, Volt,’ you scold. ‘I swear, getting sick’ll be the death of you both. If you can even die.’

‘Honestly, it’s fine,’ Eddie deadpans.

And maybe it’s because you’ve tired yourself from helping people all day, but something in you seems to have had enough. 

‘No! No, it’s not fine!’ 

The sudden volume in your words stuns you all into silence, and both the dateables’ eyes go wide, staring at you. You flush, coughing lightly before continuing in a normal tone of voice.

‘Injuries are no small thing. You might take them lightly now, but what happens if they pile up? What if you have another incident where the power blows? Don’t you remember how close you guys came before?

‘And one day…’ Something in your face falls, and you look a million miles away, as if you’re contemplating an impossible reality for them. ‘One day you might get hurt, really hurt, and I might not be around to fix you anymore.’

They look at each other, having an invisible conversation, and Volt reaches out to you apologetically.

‘Live wire-‘

As soon as he says that, it’s as if a mask slips back on and you suddenly seem to loom over them - a towering figure crackling with electricity of your own.  ‘What you need - what you both need - is rest. And whether you choose to take rest or let it take you by force is up to you. Make sense?’

They nod slowly in unison, and you lean back, satisfied, turning back to the bar to clean Eddie’s scrapes. ‘Good.’

There’s a few moments where no one says anything, listening to the gentle sounds of you patting cotton on Eddie’s arms. 

It’s Volt who finally breaks the silence, peering closer at what you’re doing. ‘How do you know all this, anyway?’

You hum. ‘Well, this is basic knowledge in med school, and I’ve had to deal with plenty more tough patients than you. I wanted to work for Valdivian’s Health Division when I got out, but got stuck in customer service instead. At least I’m putting it to use again.’

‘Sounds tough,’ Eddie says as you press another cotton pad soaked in antiseptic into his arm, trying to pretend like it doesn’t affect him. ‘Taking care of so many people, and doing even more of it here.’

‘It really was. And is.’ Even still, a small smile appears on your face. ‘But maybe, if I’m lucky, I’ll be able to get back into it one day.’

With that, you give one generous dab to the bruise, and sit back. ‘These should heal soon enough, I think. Although you need to let that hand heal before you even think about picking up a screwdriver again.’

‘Thank you so much for curing him, darling,’ Volt says, adding teasingly, ‘Shouldn’t you kiss it to make it feel better?’

You roll your eyes, but relent, pressing a quick kiss to the bruise. ‘How’s that, Eddie - does it soothe?’ 

‘It sure does.’ Eddie gives you a grateful smile - one you know is not won easily. ‘Thanks.’

‘Excellent!’ You hop off the bar seat, grabbing your kit. ‘I’d better go - the Hanks have their wing suits on today and it never hurts to be on standby just in case. I’ll see you tonight for the live show.’

‘And we can’t wait for you to come back,’ Volt replies, giving you a kiss of his own to the back of your hand. ‘See you tonight.’

As you exit, he turns to Eddie, looking at the latter’s hand. Perhaps it’s a trick of the light, but already it looks as if it’s faded from an angry red to a sullen purple, softening with your touch.

‘The live wire certainly cares a lot for everyone, doesn’t she?’

‘Yeah. She’s a keeper.’

a/n: apologies as i’m on mobile so this may not have formatted super well - will fix when i can! also this means they get double the tags whee

[letoilepourpre]

I saw ya ask to 8ft about Den-Thorn.

As a local Thorn Appreciator. (Taps my badge that says, "Second person to post a fanfic about Thorn on AO3") I am intrugied....

dont even get me STARTED dude

long ass post btw

it's true that every vessel can have something to do with each other, all of them can be connected to one central theme, but what draws me the most to them is the themes around betrayal and dehumanization, and how many parallels den and thorn have in their chapters. in both of them it takes effort for you to see a better side of them, it takes mutual trust and forgiveness because at some point that is all you will have

thorn is still skittish and petty, den is still present-minded and a bit sadistic at times. but they are both tired of being stuck on that mode, thorn literally tells you that straight up and den pleads for freedom when she realizes that's the only thing she can do. and trusting both of them is extremely fulfilling in their respective cases! thorn can finally put her walls down and den shows herself to be someone who not only helps in times of danger but also regretful for her actions and even loyal when given the reason to be. i dont think they'd get along headfirst, but once they do theyre inseparale, since they find someone else who was also offered a good ending after all the suffering and lost of sense of self

especially what comes to mind when talking abt them is thorn's like "how can we trust something as hollow as words?", bc den is all about action. after you firstly enter her lair you do not speak one single word for the entire route, and neither does she. thorn would rather trust someone who actively shows themself to be trustful than someone with nothing but promises. and den cant really do any, the promise is the act itself yknow

but also now going more into hc territory, i see them both as disabled, thorn having problems w coordination bc of her wounds and den, well, being mute (unless shifty is talking through her, but that hardly counts as her speaking), and i like to imagine that theyd help each other out :) den w more physical stuff while thorn helps with communication. oh dont even get me started on that too i have so much to talk abt regarding den's means for communication and how that could interfere w a lot of her interactions w the vessels and voices BUT THIS ISNT ABT THAT maybe another time

i also rlly like how if you keep up w the unhealthy cycle in both of them they will bring their previous tactics up in a heartbeat, thorn immediately going back to her defensiveness and absolute hatred for you and den losing herself while trying to sate her hunger. i wish more ppl talked abt those aspects of them theyre so interesting to talk abt, thorn just NOT letting you out in any way if you decide to betray her and den indulging herself in the fight almost like a mirror to hunted, how narrator is such a petty asshole in both of them when youre trying to do the right thing

also i wanted to avoid talking abt them being cats and all that but i do wanna mention how that motif is used to show completely different outcomes from their previous chapters, to get to thorn witch has to regret her actions and think more abt that fucked up relationship thats been doing nothing but tiring her up, thus letting her guard down and get less skittish (yknow, like a cat) while den happens when you dehumanize the princess in such a way that it gives her no alternative other than becoming that monster you saw her as, even taking her voice away from her, any visual resemblance of her humanity being completely gone, a huge contrast to thorn. and yet they both had the same trigger to their transformations: betrayal. you gave them no reason to trust you, or no reason to believe that you would listen to their wishes without a price. they would find solace in each other for their loyalty and care that will show itself to be boundless when you give them the chance to show it!

i think that should cover up my general liking for them ehehe... thanks for giving me the chance to ramble

[alaskan-wallflower]

i think the fandom needs to learn how to treat serious things sensitively rather than making it some uwu cutesy thing that “i can put my angsty little blorbo man into!”

i see this a lot with the stripper darry stuff specifically—not really a sensitive subject but i think people treat it more like “oh he’s just a silly wittle guy and it’s so goofy that he has to sell his body for food!” like do you see how fucked up that sounds? while yes, technically, it’s just a job and an unfortunate way people make money, it’s not really funny when you look at why he would have to do that. he’s a twenty year old kid who goes between roofing houses (which is already physically taxing) and supposedly, stripping and selling his body just so he can make sure he and his newly orphaned brothers have a warm place to stay and food in their stomachs. it’s really not some cutesy silly thing like people treat it to be, especially when you put it like that. it’s worse when people write borderline trauma porn with him, especially in a fandom that’s mostly made up of minors but that’s a rant for another day (and i guess you can argue tagging it as such but still). i’m pretty sure the stripper darry thing was a joke anyway but whatever.

another one i see this with is the vietnam sodapop headcanon. maybe im biased because i hate that headcanon and his birthday was never called in the draft and the only way he could’ve fought was if he enlisted himself, and i can’t see him dropping his job and his life to stop supporting his family just so he can go and fight, but so few people treat it with dignity. it was a damn war from christs sake. people romanticise it so much with “but there’s so much angst potential!” like veterans both during the war and after it were notoriously treated horribly. they weren’t really seen as heroes by many because america had lost the war. i hate making such a comparison but there were even songs made about it like listen to the born in the usa album by bruce springsteen, there’s plenty about it. it just feels so gross to see people woobifying literal war in order to make extreme angst. dying in war isn’t funny or cute. being in war isn’t funny or cute. it gets to a point where yall are just being insensitive assholes about actual war vets.

same thing with abuse, like it’s borderline cringy in fanfics to read stuff about the gang being all “baby…talk to me…” or whatever. first off they’re teenage boys, and i don’t think most teenage boys really know what to say/do in emotional situations and secondly, it’s just a fact of life that johnny and steve get treated like shit at home. the gang wouldn’t really do anything about it aside from patch them up and offer food/shelter and in two’s case, tell at johnny’s abuser, but they’re not gonna force them to talk about it. johnny and steve are probably very uncomfortable talking about their abuse and such which is understandable, but the gang isn’t gonna try and force it out of them. maybe they would if it was really really bad but other than that i doubt they really want to push either of them on it. it’s just a fact of life.

the last thing is things like mental health and addiction. i don’t think people realize how tough addiction is, and babying pony’s addiction to painkillers is genuinely horrific. like addiction is extremely serious and not to get personal but it runs in my family, and i’ve seen how people with addictions act sometimes. it’s not cute and it’s certainly not funny. same thing with two bits dependence with alcohol. it’s extremely sad, and it’s more sad when you realize these things weren’t readily dealt with back then. mental health too, like fandom in general tends to make serious things like suicidal ideation and self harm out to be cute little hurt/comfirt, angst time things. i get people use it to vent—i’ve done the same thing. but can we treat it sensitively rather than just be like “oh it’s another silly scenario!”. it’s not funny and i’d never wish it upon my worst enemy.

i’ll admit that i’ve had my screw ups and have treated sensitive things insensitively in the past in favor of angst. i have no problem admitting that, but i’ve stopped doing that. it gets to a point where people water down serious things because “he’s just a silly little guy who i want to torture 🥺” like sure, hardcore angst may not be my cup of tea, but if you like it then whatever. but please don’t treat real things like abuse and mental health and sexual harassment/abuse and selling one’s body and literal war like “cutesy things that are so silly and goofy!” they’re not. i’m not saying you can’t have fun or shouldn’t write about these things, but you should treat it sensitively. stop woobifying serious things in favor of angst.

[sadesluvr]

anytime, anywhere — mr terrific

w/c: 1.2k

a/n: didn’t know what to name this, but it’s just a quick sick fic (kinda!) with michael! this won’t be the last terriFIC. gender neutral reader. all fluff, no smut

Sunlight streamed in through your curtains, but you were feeling anything but chipper.  

You’d woken up to a stuffy, pounding head that had forced its way into your nostrils, clammy skin, and joints that ached if you dared try to move. You certainly weren’t a doctor, but you knew for a fact that it was the flu. Brilliant.   

There were mostly never a good time to be sick, but today was particularly bad. Your roommate was still out of town, and you were supposed to have a delivery today – one that annoyingly required face to face contact. With walking a couple of steps to switch on a fan proving a challenge, there was no choice but to try a desperate emergency contact. 

Sprawling across the bed to retrieve your phone from the nightstand, you blinked away your blurry eyes to make an oh-so important call. Ringing approximately three times, you squeezed your eyes shut once you heard the man pick up. 

“Speaking?” 

“…Michael?” 

“Yes…” his cool voice droned off. 

“Oh good…” you sighed in relief. “Listen, I know things are a bit weird between us but I really need someone to help me…Jay’s out of town and our new fridge is being delivered today but I’ve got the flu and I can’t get out of bed and I need someone to buzz them up because I’ll literally die if I try to —“ 

“You’re not dying.” The man cut you off, giving you a chance to take a much needed breath.  

“But I could pass out.” 

“You can’t reschedule the delivery?” 

“Please don’t make me go back and forth with you.” 

There was another silence, and you could’ve sworn that you heard Michael shaking his head. “Alright,” he murmured before hanging up the phone, leaving you to flop onto your back in relief.  

Michael wasn’t just any old friend. 

Michael Holt was a genius by day, and a genius superhero by night. Michael Holt (fka Mr Terrific) was also your genius superhero ex-boyfriend. Ex, solely because you decided you were far too pedantic about dating a superhero to have any kind of meaningful relationship – and he because he was still adjusting to balancing it all. In short, it was a classic case off too much, too soon. 

Groaning and clutching your head, you weren’t sure if your turmoil was due to the pathogens ravaging your body, or the fact that part of you was excited to see him.  

You dozed off, and soon enough you were awoken to the sound of the latch being undone, along with the pacing of boots alone the creaky floors. Still drowsy, you turned on your phone, trying to gather the time.  

With bated breath, a gloved finger wrapped around the edge of the door before Terrific poked his head in. He wore a stern expression as usual, and you watched as his eyes scanned the room as if there were some unknown threat. 

“Michael? You saved me…” you slurred, a dopey grin on your face as you did. 

“Mm-hm…” he briefly acknowledged before doing a double take. “What the hell is this?” 

You glanced over at your nightstand. 

“It’s a little remedy…” 

“Liquid Tylenol and Fanta over ice? What, are we into mixology now?” He chided. “That won’t help you. The sugar will only make you feel worse after you crash.” 

“Hey, I just asked you here to help bring my fridge in, not for a high school science class.” 

Terrific rolled his eyes. He leaned over to take the cup away from you, but as he did you were reminded of how pretty his brown eyes were, even when he was ‘mad’ at you. 

“Water will do you for now. Turn off that damn screen and get some rest.” 

You weren’t even using your phone. You’d just wanted to check the time. 

Pursing your lips, you slid the device into the top drawer of your dresser, giving him a pointed look as you did. You were adjusting yourself amongst the covers when you stopped to look up at him, cocking your head as you did. 

“I just realised I didn’t let you in…” 

Michael raised a brow, replying in his signature cool tone. 

“I got a key. Don’t worry about it.” 

/ 

You couldn’t pinpoint how long you’d slept, but you’d woken up to a new fridge, tucked in the corner of your kitchen. The sun was not yet setting, but from the open window there was a quiet buzz to the city around you which told you that it was sometime in the afternoon. 

Clutching a blanket around your body, you trudged the short distance into the kitchen, eyes adjusting to the light as you made out Terrific shuffling through the contents. His black, red and white jacket was draped over a chair, leaving his arms exposed. Somehow, he looked even more toned than he did when you were dating. 

“You should check this out more often,” he said, sending your arrival. “There’s a week old broccoli rotting in the back.” 

You glanced at the kitchen table. There was indeed a few unsavoury looking items. 

“Ugh, that’s Jay,” you sighed. “They’re always trying to ‘meal prep’- they never listen when I tell them to buy things they actually like. You’d think saving money would be enough a reason.” 

Though it was brief, Michael smirked. 

“You never used to be that disciplined.” 

“Yeah, well that’s what I get for dating you-“ you said with a snort before cutting yourself off. It’d been nine months; yet the wounds felt relatively fresh. Silently, you glanced at the floor before nodding at the new appliance. 

“Thank you…you didn’t have to sort it out, really-“ 

“Food would’ve spoiled,” he said casually. “Who knows how long you could’ve been out for?” 

“Let me help,” you perked up. “I can actually stand upright, so that’s a good sign…” 

“I’m done,” he announced, closing the doors. Lazily, he slung his jacket around his shoulders, and for the first time in forever you seemed to make genuine, palpable eye contact. “You need to eat.” 

“I’ll find something –“ 

“There’s tinned soup in the cupboard.” 

“Are you going to let me use the microwave or am I going to have to be spoon-feed too?” 

“You’re funny,” he replied, sass evident in his tone as he began to walk past you, back towards the front door. “But yeah, I’ll give you that.” 

You made a face, and the man chuckled, crinkles forming at the edge of his mouth as he did. 

“Off to do some superhero shit?”  

“Something like that.” 

You nodded and pursed your lips, briefly glancing to the floor before looking back up at him. Terrific was standing there, as cool as ever, staring back at you, to the point that you felt compelled to fill the silence. Like he was expecting you to say something important. 

Thank you, was all you could muster, and he replied with a small nod of his head a something you’d learnt was his way off accepting gratitude. 

“Don’t worry about it baby,” he said smoothly, fingers fiddling with the latch. “I’ll be back tomorrow.” 

Playfully, you bit your lip. 

“How do you know Jay won’t be back by then?” 

There was a twinkle in his eye as he spoke, and if it wasn’t apparent already; it was painfully obvious to the both of you that you were very much still smitten with each other. 

“It don’t take a genius to know how to read a calendar.” 

[thejellyfishlounge]

just before our love got lost you said / “I am constant as a northern star” / and I said “constantly in the darkness? Where is that?

[turtleblogatlast]

“Haven’t You Noticed (I’m a Star)” from Steven Universe works so ridiculously well for Leo

[toddtakefive]

despite the fact that spider-neil is heavily based off of the amazing spider-man (2012) peter parker, neil is infinitely more similar to miles morales from the spider-verse movies

[doctorweebmd]

ok my OTHER reflection:

on the one hand its really frustrating to see the posts about docs and healthcare in general on here be so narrow-minded. bad experiences with certain providers have lead to a huge spread of misinformation and mistrust with the whole system. which can and HAS lead to people avoiding 'evil' doctors for perfectly treatable illnesses and dying from them (the vaccine bullshit, anyone?)

but on the other hand. it is TERRIFYING how some of these docs practice medicine. at times i think 'are you just burned out and don't give a shit or are you straight up just stupid?' and i work in critical care. where quite literally every case is life or death. even in the academic sector where there is supposedly a standard of excellence, some doctors i would not let touch my loved ones with a ten foot pole.

and that sucks. i know this is the no nuance piss on the poor webbed site but 'the medical system and people that work for it are fallible and aspects of it are morally questionable at best/unethical at worst' AND 'the field of medicine exists to help people first and foremost and mistrusting/avoiding it can be detrimental in the long run' can and DO co-exist

[unproduciblesmackdown]

come get your levitous sidekick / vicious bastard / funny little guys

[mars-ipan]

there’s a lot of reasons to dislike internet discourse but i think my main reason is that it is genuinely completely ineffective like 99% of the time

[livingdeaddoctor]

would that knowing the thoughts were irrational would Make Them Go Away!!!!

[agendratum]

vay being written by changbin actually explains so much to me idk why i didn't think he wrote it

[perilegs]

it's funny that now that i don't really have much about my body to be dysphoric about my brain makes up psychological dysphoria and it's so dumb

[orcelito]

i miss akechi goro so much. maybe even enough to finally finish that ladue chapter 3

[zaddyazula]

something i think some people don’t understand is that everyone has different things that happen to them in their life!!! just because something isn’t emotional to you doesn’t mean you should try and tell people who did find it emotional it’s not!!!! people have lived beyond who you know in person!!!!!