#WHY DO WE LIVE LIKE THIS

[dinosgoquack]

jesus fuck i fucking hate temu

like i'd unironically wear this but it's produced and sold by satan's pocket dildo of doom

[wolfstrong]

I feel like I’m never going to have a life again, I’ll just be stuck working until I die. And no matter how hard I work, I feel like I’ll never be able to afford a house or a nice vacation or anything like that. Like what there really to hope for in the future. I’m not getting any younger

[daydreamerwonderkid]

I misspelled "dhampir" one time in my first Wayne Coven AU post and now I just have to live with seeing that shit every time someone reblogs it fml

[laomelettedufromage]

How am I supposed to work 40 hours a week and keep up with hobbies and the various medias I like to consume and get proper socialization (when I live alone and not within walking distance of anyone) and get in exercise/outdoors time while also maintaining myself and my living space????

[bhsystem]

I'm intimidated by this world we live in that is ruled by hate. Why do people hate everyone that isn't like them? It's everywhere, and that scares me. People hate vague ideas, stereotypes, they put people they meet or see into boxes and dehumanize them for it.

This week, in my college English class, we had "Gender Week." I wasn't excited for this because of multiple reasons, but... I think what really went on was worse. I expected an intelligent conversation/debate, but for it to be annoying to me because I was surrounded by cisgender male jocks (see, even I stereotype). What I got wasn't even intelligent. We split into 2 groups; male or female, our professor assuring us she knew other people would object to being sorted but for "the purpose of this exercise" we had to choose. The transfemme the professor regularly deadnamed became my buddy on the boys' side.

We were supposed to make a list of what women were, and what we thought women should be. My buddy started to come up with ideas, but we were both quiet and easily overtaken by the louder classmates, who turned it into a joke, where the goal was to be as outrageously sexist as possible. They were laughing so hard about it that the girls' side decided to come up with offensive comments, too, just to defend themselves. That was what the entire class was. Sexist banter, back-and-forth, both sides being adequately offensive, and the professor constantly letting us know we shouldn't be offended either way. I would have accepted these stereotypical comments if we then went back and academically analyzed them, explaining why they're misplaced. But, sadly, even the professor was seeming emotional, defending her gender against the other.

And it's EVERYWHERE. Everyone needs someone, some group, to hate. A lot of them have good reasons to hate, too. It's so overwhelming. I want them to shut up, because the hate has never done us genuine, long-lasting good. What it usually does is incite violence, oppression, genocide, discrimination, bias, and the opposite side to fight back. It's based in emotion, not logic. If you direct your emotion at the IDEA of someone hurting you or your side, you can save your side. It's just so scary to me, that we live in a world where someone will see me as a label before they see me as a person. They will use which "side" I'm on to dictate how they treat me, how close they get to me, how they think of me, how they talk about me, what opportunities they give me.

Why do we hate people we've never met? Why does it hurt me so much to know someone could not only hate me, but an innocent person just the same because of the side we end up on? Why does their opinion matter to me?

[midnight-pluto]

Men genuinely terrifies me

make the men be terrified of you

that’s what I do at least

[ididnotknowthiswasstillhere]

saw a comment that said “in the end we’re all just kids making nameless friends on a playground” and i’m still in shambles over it

[not-so-mashed-potato]

maybe people have kids just so they can re-live a part of their childhood they could never enjoy

[andthebeanstalk]

Today my therapist introduced me to a concept surrounding disability that she called "hLep".

Which is when you - in this case, you are a disabled person - ask someone for help ("I can't drink almond milk so can you get me some whole milk?", or "Please call Donna and ask her to pick up the car for me."), and they say yes, and then they do something that is not what you asked for but is what they think you should have asked for ("I know you said you wanted whole, but I got you skim milk because it's better for you!", "I didn't want to ruin Donna's day by asking her that, so I spent your money on an expensive towing service!") And then if you get annoyed at them for ignoring what you actually asked for - and often it has already happened repeatedly - they get angry because they "were just helping you! You should be grateful!!"

And my therapist pointed out that this is not "help", it's "hLep".

Sure, it looks like help; it kind of sounds like help too; and if it was adjusted just a little bit, it could be help. But it's not help. It's hLep.

At its best, it is patronizing and makes a person feel unvalued and un-listened-to. Always, it reinforces the false idea that disabled people can't be trusted with our own care. And at its worst, it results in disabled people losing our freedom and control over our lives, and also being unable to actually access what we need to survive.

So please, when a disabled person asks you for help on something, don't be a hLeper, be a helper! In other words: they know better than you what they need, and the best way you can honor the trust they've put in you is to believe that!

Also, I want to be very clear that the "getting angry at a disabled person's attempts to point out harmful behavior" part of this makes the whole thing WAY worse. Like it'd be one thing if my roommate bought me some passive-aggressive skim milk, but then they heard what I had to say, and they apologized and did better in the future - our relationship could bounce back from that. But it is very much another thing to have a crying shouting match with someone who is furious at you for saying something they did was ableist. Like, Christ, Jessica, remind me to never ask for your support ever again! You make me feel like if I asked you to call 911, you'd order a pizza because you know I'll feel better once I eat something!!

Edit: crediting my therapist by name with her permission - this term was coined by Nahime Aguirre Mtanous!

Edit again: I made an optional follow-up to this post after seeing the responses. Might help somebody. CW for me frankly talking about how dangerous hLep really is.

[ask-umbreon-and-company]

[myrkulitescourge]

the way that one line from the new epilogue in an astarion romance is going to HAUNT me

just. what a profoundly intense thing to confess to someone.

like, just these six months of newfound happiness with you exerts a force on his heart equal and in direct opposition to two centuries of endless torment, the gnawing hunger and exploitation. this flashbulb-bright fraction of his long life holds the same gravity to him as years upon years of darkness and suffering.

in all likelihood, he hasn’t even known his lover for as long as his worst memory lasted, that year sealed away to go mad from starvation and sensory deprivation, yet he still tells them this brief time has been so fundamentally and powerfully important that the weight of even that unimaginable hell is vanishingly small compared to this present he has now and the future ahead of them both.

how am i supposed to act normal about this.

[wonwoonlight]

felt like writing after so long so i broughtout my laptop and the last tab open was the job seeking website i left a few days ago and now i'm panicking about looking for a job instead

[hailsatanacab]

A Persuasive Argument - dpxdc

"Great!" Danny says, clapping his hands together to get everyone's attention. The dinner table falls silent as everyone looks towards him. It's a full house today and, honestly, Danny's a little nervous. "I'm sure you're all wondering why I gathered you here today."

"It's dinnertime. In our house." Duke mutters, while doing a very bad job of concealing his yawn. He holds his fork poised over the braised beef, but, just like everyone else, still looks towards Danny before tucking in. It's intriguing enough to wait.

"Yeah, no one misses Alfie's dinner." Dick says, with a brilliant smile that Danny can't help but return.

"Precisely! What better time to talk to you all than when you're all actually here!"

"Wait, I thought you came round to work on our English essays?" Tim asks, blinking owlishly.

"I'm afraid I've lured you here under false pretences, Tim."

"This is where I live."

"I would still really appreciate help on that essay though, I mean, what the hell is Hamlet even about? I just don't get that old time-y language, like 'Hark! A ghost hath killed me!' - absolute rubbish, what does that even mean?"

"The ghost never kills anyone in Hamlet, he's there to tell Hamlet that he was murdered. Have you actually read it?"

"No, but it sounds like you have. Tim, I want this guy to help me with my essay instead. I know for a fact that you haven't read Hamlet, either."

"So? We don't need Jason, I've read the Sparknotes."

"Hi Jason, I'm Danny, pleasure to meet you, summarise Hamlet in three sentences or less."

"Am I auditioning to help you write your essays? I can't believe you’ve gone through your whole school life without reading it, it’s good!"

"Hamlet, along with a number of other classics, was banned in our house because it portrayed ghosts as intelligent and sympathetic beings rather than evil, animalistic beasts. I didn’t even get to see The Muppet's Christmas Carol until last year with Tim! It was surprisingly good, and I hate Christmas because everyone always argued and it sucked. But we're getting off topic. I—"

"No, no, please go back to that, because what the fu—"

"Boys, please." Bruce interrupts, looking to the world as if he wants to hang his head in his hands. "Danny, you were about to say something?"

"Oh, yeah, Mr. Wayne! Thanks!"

"Please, call me Bruce."

"Well, that very succinctly brings me to my point, because I'd actually really like to call you dad."

Nobody says a word. Nobody even blinks, all as shocked as the other, watching open-mouthed as Danny pulls his laptop out from beside his chair. Bruce can definitely feel a headache coming on.

"Before you say anything, I've prepared a 69 slide PowerPoint presentation on why you, Bruce Wayne, should adopt me, Danny Last-Name-Pending. Please save your questions, comments, and verdict until the end, thank you."

[sophisticatedswifts]

Just got an email from my university about training courses they’re offering about how to hide from and fight a school shooter

[hot-chocolate-escapades]

Time to snooze Tumblr live again

[sonknuxadow]

its kinda funny that the chaotix are like the only characters who mention having to pay rent or buy food or whatever and theyll take any job that pays because theyre desperate for money but none of the other characters are struggling in this department at all even though most of them dont seem to have jobs. its like the concept of needing money to live exists for no one in the sonic universe EXCEPT for vector espio and charmy