#i’m so burnt out i’m so tired

[elizzsush]

Deadpool coded reader:

Reader: dramatically and sadly, “Day 925, the bats show no sign of releasing me- a totally normal and amazing citizen from this prison.”

Reader; “he has left the second scariest Robin to guard me, Jason.”

Red hood: a little offended; “Second?”

Reader: shuttering looking like she’s reliving something, “Damien is like a angry dog, he bites.”

Reader: “also is this lega- and he walked away. Hey! I want to speak to a lawyer!!”

Reader: now yelling “I have rights!!! I think- do you have rights in Gotham?”

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Batman: finally shows up.

Reader: “hey It’s You! You know if I head a penny for a rich completely normal guy who is the center of a multi million  franchise of hero’s- while also being a hero himself through the means of money… well Id have two pennies!”

Dick: “what…?”

[the-broken-pen]

“You’re going to blow out your arms,” the villain observed. They watched as the hero merely grit their teeth, shoving themself through another pull-up. It looked painful, and if the sweat slicking the hero’s brow was any indication, it was.

They waited for the hero to let themself drop from the bar and accept the villain was stronger. But they didn’t.

Three more pull-ups, and the villain stepped in.

“Hero,” they said slowly. “You’re about to tear the ligaments in your arms. You need to stop.”

The hero blew out a shuddering breath. Struggled for purchase, fighting gravity—and let themself drop.

The hero’s hands were bleeding, calluses torn open by the bar. The hero didn’t seem bothered when their own hands shook so much that their blood began to splatter on the gym floor.

For a moment, the villain could only stare at them.

Shit.

They didn’t know how to handle this. They knew the hero was dedicated. They knew the hero was strong, and perpetually trying to be stronger, but they hadn’t thought…

They hadn’t thought the hero would be so willing to tear apart their own body for success.

It was supposed to be fun, the villain thought. They felt a little sick as the hero pressed their palms together to soothe the bleeding, an action that was practiced and familiar. As if they had done this before.

The hero reached for something in their bag, smearing blood on the side, and pulled out a roll of blue electrical tape. The villain didn’t understand why, until the hero tore a strip off and made to wrap their hands with it.

The hero would be the death of them.

They crouched in front of the hero, plucking the electrical tape out of their hands.

“What are you doing with this?”

The hero blinked at the villain like they were the strange one in this situation.

“Wrapping my hands?”

The villain hissed in a breath.

“With electrical tape?”

The hero flushed slightly, looking down at their bloody hands. They looked close to tears.

“It…sticks to skin, really well. And it doesn’t move, either, when you move your hands or wherever else, even if you’re fighting. Plus, blood doesn’t make it come off, at least, not for a while.”

The villain blinked at them.”

“Blood doesn’t make it come off,” the villain repeated, processing. The hero nodded, reaching for the electrical tape. The villain settled it out of reach.

“Not if you wrap it right.”

Dimly, the villain realized that meant the hero had done this enough times to have it down to a science.

“And you couldn’t use a bandaid?” The villain asked incredulously. The hero shrugged a shoulder, then winced at the motion.

Yeah, the hero had absolutely blown out their arms.

“Bandaids move—“

The villain hushed them.

“Be quiet for a second.”

The hero, wisely, went quiet.

The villain rubbed a hand over their face, then studied the hero for a moment. They took one of the hero’s hands into their own, studying the damage.

“Why did you do this to yourself,” the villain murmured.

“What do you mean, why,” the hero snapped. “It’s my job.”

“Your job is to save people,” the villain corrected. “Not destroy yourself.”

“I’m not destroying myself—“

“You are.”

“Shut up—“

“Hero.”

“I need to be better,” the hero snapped. Their voice rang out across the gym, echoing into the rafters, and they both froze. After a moment, the hero spoke again, voice soft. “I need to be better.”

They said it like they needed the villain to understand. The villain wondered who they were really saying it to—the villain, or themself.

“Better than who?”

“Everyone.” It was hushed, like a secret.

The villain watched them, waiting.

The hero took a shaky breath

“My whole thing is being the best. I have always been the best. That’s the only reason I matter. If I’m not strong enough, then I am nothing, so I need. to be. better.”

The hero had started crying, very quietly, like they were afraid to take up too much space.

The villain was not equipped to handle gifted kid burnout.

“There’s more to you than just being a good athlete,” the villain said hesitantly, and the hero shook their head.

“No. There isn’t.”

“Hero.”

“Can you give me back my electrical tape?” They hiccuped to contain a sob.

“No,” the villain said firmly, and then the hero really was sobbing.

“You don’t understand—“

The villain didn’t. Not really. They had never been the kind of talented that the hero was.

They wondered now if maybe that was a blessing.

“I don’t,” the villain agreed. “But I do understand that you’ve saved half the city, and you give everything you have to give, and you always do your best.”

“But I-“

“No.” The villain stopped them. “You are doing your best.” They tipped the hero’s chin up until they met the villain’s eyes. “And it is enough.”

The hero froze, eyes darting over the villain’s face. They wondered if anyone had ever said that to the hero, if whatever mentor they had was giving them anything other than orders to be stronger. Be better. Be more.

The villain had some new targets to take care of, it would seem.

For now, though, they had to take care of hero.

“We’re going to go wrap your hands,” they said softly. “And then we’re going to take care of your arms, and you’re going to take a nap.”

The hero nodded, watching them like they were some kind of good, selfless person.

“And if I ever catch you using electrical tape again, so help me, I will put you six feet under.”

That startled a laugh out of the hero, and they let the villain guide them to their feet.

“Fine.”

The villain turned to them. “Okay?”

Are you going to be alright?

The hero seemed to understand.

“Okay,” the hero agreed.

Yes.

And so, it was.

[happybird16]

Writing fanfics and creating fanart is supposed to be fun. It’s something that you’re doing simply because you enjoy the source material and want to share that joy with others. Because you like the world and the characters and you want to put them into new situations.

I need you to remember that.. it’s for fun. Yes, reblogs are nice and comments are fantastic, but first and foremost it should be something you enjoy doing. It shouldn’t be something that causes you undue stress to create. Due to dates are fine. Wanting to have something out by a certain time you’ve set for yourself is fine and normal, but remember this is for fun. I see so many people on here get overly stressed or burnt out because they aren’t creating or aren’t creating enough.

Create at your own pace. If the story isn’t fun to write, there’s nothing wrong with moving on from it- either by taking a break or scrapping the whole thing entirely. I hate the idea that creators -be it writers, artists, etc- have to churn out a constant stream of content in order to maintain relevance. That there’s some sort of unsaid completion between the creators in a fandom to go-go-go-make-make-make. This is supposed to be fun.

[soullessjack]

this isnt rlly a serious post more so than a thought I need to verbalize but like. there’s an INSANE difference between the fandom being like “hey what if jack was actually his age and got to be a little normal” vs y’all treating a grown ass man like he has to cover his ears when someone swears or sleep with a nightlight on because he’s afraid of the dark, and throwing the P word around to anyone who thinks he’s attractive. one of these things is not like the other.

[the-lavender-clown]

Some doodles I did at work when it was slow today

[cemetaryvampire]

I’m so excited for summer! I love bed rotting while my mom yells at me to turn my ac off while forcing me out my bed (I’m too tired to walk) and make me go swimming (my body literally cannot handle heat)! :D

[astrophilic-soul]

God I turned in an assignment literally 30 secs before it was due and 😭

[jarofstyles]

I need you all to send me ur creative energy for tomorrow because I carved out a whole day to write and I want to get a few things finished

[send-me-a-puffalope]

there’s no amount of escapism that can get us out of this one boys

[robinlovexo]

im super burnt out i pushed myself way too hard the past few days and i am gonna keep pushing today i think 😭 my body is so exhausted this morning - my capacity for responding to messages atm is very low

[x-itzzzzzz-x]

i don’t want to be some hateful bitter person but being around others sometimes is unbearable bc it does nothing but remind me of how i’m failing at everything in life and that everyone around me is ahead

i have no future so what’s the point like i’m constantly reminded of how smart and interesting and real my friends are and then i’m reminded of how i’m not those things and i don’t have the capacity to be those things

all i wanted was to make a difference and truly learn and do something with it but if i can’t even last a day of uni how am i meant to do anything good

anyways it’s so lonely being depressed and a loser bc even tho i have friends i feel like i’m always on a different wavelength from them, always watching never participating. i feel like they are ahead of me in life in every ways and there’s nothing i can do to catch up and stay caught up i’m just consistently failing in everything

[fowlblue]

not existential dread not imposter syndrome but a secret third thing (i feel like an invasive species in my own life)

[blessthishouse]

It feels like there’s a lot of heavy energy right now

[bluejay-flies]

Uh. So. I might have made another art blog XD

I’ve recently gotten really into Minecraft again, and discovered the vast world of Hermitcraft. I’m honestly hyper fixating a little (a lot) so I might be drawing that stuff for a while. I honestly don’t know if any of my followers like that kind of stuff, but if you do, here’s the link xD

[geckothegecko]

Can someone stab me with a knife? Pretty please?

[gaygay--astronaut]

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