#venting I guess

[kat4884]

i almost cried in class today because my teacher yelled at me cause i swear he thought i was trying to argue with him about the project, but i just couldn’t hear him over the loud music and was confused

i also think he thinks i’m stupid cause i always ask questions that have obvious answers, but i just want to make sure i’m right and that i don’t fail

and when i do ask him something, sometimes i fail to word it correctly cause i get nervous and my sentences don’t make sense like they do in my head

hopefully he’s not that mad at me

you did not need to know that, i just want to vent a little

edit: i don’t want anyone to get the wrong idea so i just wanted to say my teacher is a really nice man and a lot of the things i said here were assumptions based on my actions so

[the-long-dog]

depressing life stuff below

My (now) ex-fiance and partner of nine years had an affair with a much younger woman (subordinate at work) and kicked me out of our home a bit over a month ago and god I really miss my pets. I should be getting Felix back in a week and I hope he's okay. Pretty heartbroken all together. Nine years is a long time

[wyrm-mlm]

Some Selkie cuddles! And some personal stuff under the cut

Been having a real tough day of it for no real reason. I should be feeling alright with a new job along with the possibility of another even better job around the corner and yet…

Anyways, if y’all have been liking and interacting with my Selkie Cherik art I just wanna say how much that means to me. It makes my day every time I see someone like or reblog my art, and this is the most I have interacted with a fandom in years aside from private roleplays.

And for anyone hoping to see anything more than just my silly art, I am working on writing actual stories with these fools! So keep an eye out I guess! It will likely just be vignettes as I am terrible at writing concise stories.

Anyway, thank y’all again! <3

[studentinpursuitofclouds]

I thought people feel fresh and rested after a vacation. why the fuck do I feel even more tired >:/

[coldshrugs]

where's the "i wish I could be creative but all my energy is being used for survival" post

[thalassata]

another young seal passed away after being transferred to another aquarium

I don't want to place blame but it's upsetting this keeps happening

Jumbo, you weren't even a year old yet

I'm sorry. I'm sad

[evilrobertsmith]

i am so fucking lonely man like i miss seeing people and like the only way to actually see people regularly is to go to school but i cant even do that because i have issues and am like about to throw up at the thought of going and i like i know going to skl every day isnt something im capable of doing and i just fucking wish i could fucking function normally i guess like what the fuck is wrong with me

[stardust948]

Can it be Friday night already? I want to sit in my room and do nothing for hours without consequence.

[loserboysandlithium]

Rant ahead: tw rape, tw pedophilia

Idk if this post will upset people but at this point I really couldn’t care less. There is a difference in a daddy/mommy kink and minor coded shit. I’m not kink shaming anyone. I happen to love a good daddy/mommy kink. But I can’t stand seeing something that sounds like a grown adult is having sexual relations with a child. That’s molestation. That’s rape. That’s not okay in any fandom or in any case at all ever. I’ve read some things lately that have made me feel physically ill and I’m not pointing fingers or telling anyone else what to do but some things just shouldn’t exist, whether it’s in fiction or in real life and that’s one of those things. If you choose to write things like this please do not tag me and please please put a warning. And if you reblog the fic, please put the same warnings.

[casbeeminestiel]

Just saw someone ask “why do people still live in Florida?” (Context: Hurricane Milton, the second major hurricane projected to make landfall in the middle of Florida within the span of two weeks and one of the strongest storms ever recorded in this half of the world).

And it just makes me angry to hear people ask. Why do I live here? Why do I stay rooted here? Like some other state is a utopia, free from the effects of climate change and untouched by the ruby red stain of far right politicians who vote against our interests?

First, nobody is free from climate change. I’m glad people have the privilege of politicians who pretend to give a shit, but as Helene clearly demonstrated, this kind of crisis knows no borders.

Second, why do I live here? Maybe it’s the buzzing of the cicadas, the whirring of mosquitoes in the post-dusk, or the ebb and flow of rippling rivers of grass that weave a tapestry across the state. Maybe it’s the drip of rain on mangrove roots and the fish that leap and the porpoises that cut through the sky below and the osprey nests dotting the sky above. Maybe it’s the blend of languages: English, French Creole, Spanish. Maybe it’s the distinct Miami dialect and the pleasant midland central Florida speech, or the Southern drawl beginning abrupt and thick as kudzu in the North and tangled with other sounds, as emblematic and nuanced as the moss draping from a live oak tree. As deeply engrained as white-flecked etchings on a tombstone and surrounded by bloody rust on wrought-iron. Maybe you were born here, maybe you came here. Maybe it’s the oddity of the Keys or the pride of Jacksonville or the ribbing rivalry of college football. Maybe it’s spoonbills and irises, alligators and ibises. Catfish and chicken fried, and smoke from a bonfire when the weather gets right. Maybe it’s the inter-state attitude, the one that jabs at tourists and curses the mosquitoes but loathes the lovebugs more and rolls its eyes at storms like these. We know, okay? We know that it could wipe out our homes, wash away the photographs collecting dust in the humidity of the garage, rot the wood just outside the Florida room holding scratches- height marks, destroy the piers we kissed on, watch us rebuild and knock it all down again. We know that there’s a chance we could lose it all. We know and we stock up on booze and Doritos and grin and bear it anyways, because wouldn’t you rather laugh? If you lived in a problematic paradise? If it represented everything you stand for? If your one perfect moment was lying dazed, covered in sand, whipped in wind in the sticky cold of a November beach with not a tourist in sight, the shock of the Atlantic just as welcome as the warmth of a Gulf sending epic acts of god your way? You’d stay too.

[ouroboros-sys]

I'm not sure how to say all of this, but I feel so drained. I've been spiralling for about an hour. I hate this world so much sometimes.

I hate the fact that I feel pushed and pulled to have so many different opposing opinions about Israel/Palestine by dint of being Jewish. I hate that it feels like I'm expected to not show empathy, sympathy, or whatever the fuck it is I'm feeling is for both Israelis and Palestinians. Is it really so much to ask that I think people should be able to live anywhere they wish in peace, be they whatever religion, nationality, ethnicity, race, etc. I feel fucking insane for believing that, yes, the Israeli government has done horrid shit during this conflict, but also none of it excuses how others treat Jewish people and Israelis. I hate that the idea that "the government doesn't necessarily represent the people" apparently is really hard to grasp once you look at the Middle East.

I don't even know if what I'm saying makes sense or is right or anything anymore. I don't know what to believe or think or say or… ough. I'm tempted to end this off with some sort of thing about how "I'm sorry if what I say is wrong" and I kind of am, but I need to stop catering to those who would hate me for it, I think.

We don't talk about us being Jewish online often enough, but it's so hard to. We've had thoughts like this since at least last year, and I think it's just finally boiled over.

[tiredclemont]

Something I realized yesterday is during periods of depression (i.e. right now) my jealousy will sky rocket. Mostly because I feel like I'm losing control and that if I'm not constantly entertaining to my friends they'd leave for someone else. So in an attempt to balance my habitual clinginess I'll isolate myself and then that makes it WORSE because then I'm not talking to ANYONE and that makes it seem like my fears have been validated.

But then I realized what I was doing and reached out to several people. And whaddya know, they're still my friends even if I'm not a constant source of entertainment.

I think my point is that jealousy is a real human emotion born from insecurities, and that's okay. It's what you do with those emotions that matter. It's also completely fine for your friends to have other friends because that's just how humans work, it doesn't mean that you're not also worth the time.

[the-sslimmest-shady]

Ughhh I just learned that ANOTHER person I have a crush on is ace. The universe hates me. I'm being puppeted by the web there's no other explanation for every single person I've liked being ace and me definitely not being ace bruh fuuckkk

[viralbiologist]

sometimes i think i’m so detached from my source and so cool about it and then we run into something about bro or dirk that messes with me a little more than it probably should if i was actually fully detached from all of that but whatever it’s cool and i’m handling that just fine i think

always gonna have mixed feelings about bro like on one hand there’s some comfort there but on the other hand i get nauseous thinking about everything sometimes yknow

dirk is a different case because it’s like pretty much all good feelings there i just get sad over the guy like i just want him happy

it’s weird idk i dont feel like this about other alters outside our head or anything just towards my memories mostly and like hearing anything about the actual characters

confusing fucking feelings and i don’t really like them

[silvershewolf247]

There's someone on ChuckyTwt claiming to be defending Chucky Tumblr and being fucking disgusting to literal children.

[letagadom]

One thing I've been struggling with is accepting the fact that I am not my 16 y/o self anymore

It sounds silly, I know it does, but somehow I still find myself missing, yearning for the things I found interesting at 16, the things that brought me joy, that kept me going and find that they no longer serve that role

The music and the fandom surrounding it don't excite me anymore, the game I adored has been untouched for months with no future plans, the clothes I couldn't wait to get off the clothesline sit collecting dust at the bottom of a drawer

I listen to different music, found new games and thrifted new clothes but every time I open my playlist, every time look up my walls to see posters, every time I pull out that drawer, I'm reminded of different times and somehow get this bitter taste in my mouth

I want to be mad at the artist or the fandom, I want to be mad at the game developer or the brand that made the clothes, but I simply cannot

Yes, those things changed but that's not the problem, or rather, it's not that they changed, it's that I've changed

I've grown out of things and in times like this, in times of uncertainty, I just wish I could shrink back down

But I can't, so we must move on