I'm... honestly kinda tired of tumblr. Like, I like it here but also seeing people I care about get deleted by staff sucks. Seeing the 'queerest place on the internet' be extra draconian to queer (and especially trans) people is miserable.
I dunno.
I have a following here, but... like... I don't care? If you follow me I appreciate you, genuinely, but also my follower count has been high enough to stress me out for years now. I have been using addons to block that number everywhere I can, but I still end up seeing so many notifications that I know how many people are there anyway.
Like... I make a big deal out of being extremely abrasive on here, and while I do agree with everything I say, I also word it in such incendiary ways specifically to try and get people to avoid me. Which I think just made me a bigger target for that one... I don't even know what to call it. It wasn't a callout (to my knowledge), just a really weird wave of targeted harassment against me and my friends and it sucked.
I'm half tempted to just vanish off this site at some point and not tell anyone. Y'all wouldn't even notice anyway, I got 2 months worth of posts queued up. I posture a lot about how none of this bothers me, but the fucking panopticon of social media is a hellscape and I don't want to deal with it anymore. I'm sick of having to justify my own existence to people. I'm sick of having the things that make me unique erased for the benefits of some, while also being enlarged as a target for others still. I'm sick of having to feel like I need to hide who I am because I don't fit into other peoples mold.
I'm sick of meeting knew people who I thought were my friends, only to learn they have been disgusted by stuff I'm passionate about ever since they met me. I'm sick of being stuck on the outskirts of issues while being held at gunpoint to choose a side. I'm sick of people trying to make me into what they want me to be. Of being expected to be something specific. Of being in the middle of issues so caught up in presentation that if you use the wrong semantics you are torn to shreds but if someone else uses the wrong semantics you are a bitch for missing the point.
I'm fucking sick of spending my time on this website constantly looking at the Sword of Damocles dangling and wondering when it will finally fall on me and cost me everything. When the harassment will turn from people being shitty to and about me, to people wanting me dead for who I am. Of every complaint about systemic violence I've been affected by being met with "Okay but are you REALLY affected by this, or are you just playing victim?"
I'm sick of the fact that even here on my own little slice of the internet, there are parts of myself that I'm desperate to share but never can, because I know they will be used against me.
I'm just so fucking tired.
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I keep thinking about Morgan as Albert, I saw his Albert 3 times and it lives in my head constantly. Especially how he seemed to immediately understand what Race meant when he said 'erster' and laughed with everyone at first, but then he tried to explain to the others what Race meant. He was still sat at the table when Race said 'erster' and Finch was stood next to him laughing in confusion and failing to decipher what Race meant, so Albert stopped laughing to try to use gestures to explain to those around the table that Race was talking about an oyster.
It just fills my soul to think of Race who often struggles with finding his words and then also struggles to pronounce some of those words, and Albert who knows him well enough to be able to immediately decipher any nonsensical things Race might say.
I like to think he learned to understand Race very quickly and couldn’t understand at first that the others didn't. Then eventually he started to translate and tried to correct Race where he could, hoping to alleviate some of the frustration from Race who got increasingly upset as people didn't understand him and then mocked him for it.
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I imagine it would be really difficult for Race, because he doesn't know that he's saying things wrong and doesn't understand why everyone is laughing at him. Then one day Albert notices how much its actually affecting him and sees through Race trying to hide his frustration when he gets something wrong and everyone laughs at him, so Albert starts to translate. He tries to do it quietly, through silent gestures and whispered translations to the other newsies. Not wanting to accidentally upset Race more by translating for him, he doesn’t want Race to think that he thinks he’s stupid. But it felt worse to watch in silence as Race got upset as he was laughed at.
Despite Albert's attempts to translate quietly, Race catches on very quickly, but he doesn't comment. He’s not offended that Albert translates for him, its honestly a relief for him, the mocking and laughing had stopped, and he finally has someone who understands him. So, he lets Albert continue translating, still thinking that Race hadn't noticed.
It was after a particularly tough day that Race finally spoke to Albert about it. He had been forgetting and mispronouncing words more than usual that day. So, at the end of the day, while everyone slept, Race and Albert sat together in one of the empty rooms in the lodging house silently. A routine they’d developed to try and support each other when either of them had a rough day. They sat in comfortable silence until Race whispered into the air between them,
"I know what you've been doing." Albert just hummed in acknowledgment, not knowing if he should speak yet but too curious not to prompt Race to elaborate. "You understand me when I forget or pronounce things wrong and have been translatin’ to the boys." Albert couldn't quite decipher Races tone and so was cautious when responding,
"I saw you was getting upset that they didn't understand you and wanted to help. I don’t think youse stupid, I just wanted to stop you gettin’ so frustrated.” Albert explained, worried that he’d offended Race,
"No, that's not what I meant. I just wanted to thank you."
"Oh.” He paused, “yeah, uh. Just glad I could help.” He finally muttered. There was a long pause before Race spoke again,
"It’s nice to have someone who understands me." He elbowed Albert softly before he got up and went to his bunk, leaving Albert sat on the floor fighting a grin.
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As an isles fan I think about how wonderful that win felt back in November against Edmonton, and I think now about how much I would’ve given in hindsight for them to lose that game so the oilers never would’ve fired Woodcroft (or at least so early) and probably wouldn’t be in this position right now…
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welcome to a writing game :) here is today's:
post three lines that have a color in them!!! (bonus points if it's from three different wips <3)
Did you know I’m literally obsessed with you you are the only person ever. To me.
DARKNESS IS SO PREDICTABLE, DON’T YOU THINK
It didn’t help that she found herself distracted by the way the girl's porcelain skin literally sparkled when the strobing lights from the dance floor landed on her, or the way that those same lights made it look as if her eyes were a bright crimson.
RAWNSYF
Anetra rolled her eyes but went silent, staring up at Marcia with those big brown eyes.
UNTITLED CRYGI
“I haven’t seen you like this in years. Is it Olympic jitters?” Adam asked sympathetically and Gigi just shook her head, toying with the hem of her short purple skating dress.
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“Well I didn’t win the popularity poll against Domon but it was still pretty close, a difference of only 18 votes. So congrats to Domon for winning this year’s Gundam March Madness popularity poll, he definitely deserves it. And a thank you to anyone who voted for me.”
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i did finish the fic!!!! gave me the like “omg what do i even do with these feelings now” hahaha it really is such a masterpiece!
the character foils were everything!!! obviously pierre and esteban at the core but even the relationship of pierre and charles compared to his with esteban, pierres career compared to estebans, pierres family etc etc it all interacts to create such a wonderful picture of who they are and how they have… become who they are??? like even from the beginning, when theyre karting together and estebans first feelings are “i want to win and i want to be in the kart but hes going first :(“ and that… changes but never really goes away because its important to him and the little moments that show their diff upbringing too like… pierre asking for like. snacks for instance, and not having that fear of being rude and having something taken away from him that esteban has, like his interactions with pierres family made me want to scream because like. the cautiousness and politeness like so so so real
estebans ENTIRE relationship with crying. AGGHHHH!!!!!
and pierre not understanding why he cant separate on and off track but like. estebans put his whole self into it in a different way to what pierre has, and just exactly what its like to be kind of. insular and awkward as a kid because that DOES follow you, his difficulties fitting in with his peer group etc etc
the playing COD together made me 😭😭😭 😭 ESPECIALLY when pierre was like dude was that ur mum??? and its like. in my head ratatouille flashback pierre and estebans parents. AND ESTEBAN ADDED TO THE GROUP CHAT AND HES LIKE… im inside now :) UGHRJFJ SOBBING
omfg and all the unsent texts when pierre got demoted… esteban im literally reaching thru the screen to make u press send sorry anyway. beautiful beautiful beautiful fic thank u so much!!!! mwah!!! <3
Thank u!! This is long so under the cut haha
ahhh that's amazing to hear 😭😭 I love when writing makes me feel like that so it's an honor to be able to do it for u!!! I'm really glad I was able to flesh out that world in a way that felt real!!! I was sort of debating whether to tag this fic as a bildungsroman or not (obv I didn't) because I didn't know if there was enough character change/on loss/psychological focus... like they grow up but i wanted to keep that raw competitive core and also keep the elements of - Pierre's parents saying they tried to protect his childhood, but he moved away so young. Esteban saying he grew up quick. Etc. like you said - 'insular and awkward'. the stuff about crying (este talking about crying after getting scratched from Australia 2019 testing with merc. It destroys me). It sneaks up on u. You never escape that!!! And if you do, you have to work for it!!!!
the triangulation of Charles/pierre/esteban is like. Everything to me. I need a proper messy love triangle. i need Charles pov on the whole thing. the way Charles is. he's in a different league than them and he knows it but he wants to be loved anyway...
i think also capturing how people interact with each other online is - hard. i literally just sketched out a Cinderella story au with @nicotineteeth lmao and i keep thinking about it like. about the idiot by batuman. how can you know someone so well online and not know how it will flesh out when you meet each other. can you talk past each other without realizing it. obv here - and in most of my fic - i try to stay in the present but even with relationships like that. i feel like saying things you mean in text is. almost even worse. that was the only scene in this whole fic where both pierre and esteban weren't there and i was honestly debating it but like that's a connection too. ok sorry to ramble about something so tangential haha.
I really appreciate ur message haha. Screenshotted and saved!! I'm very glad you enjoyed my little fic and I really enjoyed hearing ur comments!!! ❤️❤️
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