#we will skip things sometimes

[bookwyrminspiration]

including proper citations where you're not "supposed" to is the funniest fucking thing in the world to me. i just sent an email to my instructor quoting and citing said instructor with a works cited section

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

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[sergle]

There's something about like. A certain genre of posts / Online Opinions about insecurity/depression/misery/complaints that are so unhelpful that they wrap right around to being straight up hilarious. and it's the ones that are more or less written to the tone of "Feeling bad? That's gross!" Like, just so you know, don't voice your insecurities/ have low self esteem, because that's offputting! You're gross and weird. Don't be insecure about that, though. That would be stupid if you felt insecure about people disliking you for being insecure. Not attractive. You should be thinking about being as attractive as possible. You shouldn't make comments about suicide, even if you're suicidal! Keep those thoughts entirely to yourself. Make sure nobody around you knows you're thinking about this. It would Make Them Uncomfortable. It's better to keep these thoughts in your head where they can fester. Don't post OR talk to friends with complaints about you feeling miserable or depressed. Tbh people who are sad/upset a lot? Kinda a red flag! You are probably miserable because you're a bad person and you've brought this on yourself. If you don't have friends, it's because you're awful to be around. Easy! Solved the problem for you. And no, there is no nuance to this, got it? So, make sure to feel bad about feeling bad, but don't feel bad about it, because, well, that's just gross. And annoying! You might've wanted your brain rotted thoughts to be Peer Reviewed, you might have just needed to vent- you might've been hoping for some comfort, to get things off your chest. Well, don't! Don't talk about thoughts or feelings that are negative with your friends, you'd be burdening them and that's only meant for THERAPY. #SponsoredbyBetterHelp #MentalHealth like, DAMN. that's so helpful. you're so good at helping. I um really liked the part where these are all hard and fast rules that encourage keeping feelings bottled up and keeping your friends at arm's length. That's really funny of you.

[warningimboring]

Reading about what is happening in Palestine is like being hit by a grief that is so absolute it renders me speechless. But remaining to stay silent in the face of it would be like I was being complicit in what is happening. Multiple times I have seen footage and read news from the past week and I've been kicking myself for not being a doctor. For not somehow being there to help. But all I am is an aspiring poet, and a shitty one at that. So I'll use the craft I have with me and hope that it makes a difference.

What is happening in Palestine is genocide. Plain and simple. We can use fancy words and what-aboutism all we want but that doesn't take away from the reality of it. It is erasing people who have been there for generations. It is imprisoning them for decades, treating them like subhumans and then condemning them whenever they take a stance, however that may be. It is slandering them and blaming them for their oppression. It is reducing a person into a number, a mere statistic.

Notice how in the first paragraph I gave you tiny little idiosyncrasies about myself? When you read about the 1000 dead children (which in itself is a truly awful phrase) what I need you to understand is that the implications of it are far more deep than just those 1000 lives lost. It is the families, the communities who have lost them. It is doctors who have had to pronounce infants dead. It is parents who have had to bury their young. It is an identity, wholly unique to itself- someone like no one else, lost.

Life is hard. This whole blog is dedicated to the angst of existence, the hope of existence, the pursuit of existence. Those people who were killed, all of them, they had lives too. They had existences that they clawed into being. They had hopes and dreams and fears. They had names. They had families. They were human. They bled and cried and laughed and probably made horrible jokes that no one laughed at and had favourite stories and opinions and tiny little quirks that made them just weird enough to be real.

They had the right to exist. They had the right to be free. Free of fear. Free of oppression. But they were denied those rights. And instead of condemning this great loss, we have splintered into a mass of rioting opinions. The shards are sharp with hate. This atrocity, this continuing atrocity, is justified, supported, celebrated. Oh, how we condemn ourselves.

This is wrong. Plain and simple. This has got to stop immediately. They have been denied safe passage away from the rain of outlawed chemicals and missiles and bombs. They have been denied humanitarian aid. They have been denied basic human necessities including food and water. The medical systems that they have is being crippled. Their hospitals are being bombed at. The places they shelter in (including UN camps) are being bombed at. The people who bring their stories to the world are threatened, held at gun point and killed. What Israel is doing is wrong.

But this is not all they are. These people have dug themselves out of the rubble the world buried them in. They have bled and cried and broken bones and they still stretch an arm to help each other. I am not glorifying their suffering, I am just in awe of it. They are doing their part and we have to do ours. If this is to continue it would be another great stain on humanity's soul. Like the holocaust. Like the atom bombs. The weight of it would be all of ours to bear.

I know me saying this here probably means nothing. I'm a nobody with pretty much no audience, but even if there's no one in the forest to hear me, I must fall. What is happening is horrendous and if I'm powerless to change it, the least I could do is bear witness. The least I could do is speak about it.

May God make it easy for the Palestinians. May God help us all and guide us to that which is right.

[the-innefable-idiot]

breaking news: the mafia show about people who beat up and kill innocent people for money is Problematic® and not Wholesome™

[aroaessidhe]

2023 reads

Saint Juniper’s Folly

YA paranormal mystery

follows a foster kid returning to the small town he grew up in, who runs from the judgemental townspeople and ends up magically trapped in a mysterious house in the woods

a boy who lives a boring life in the town until he finds him, and wants to figure out how to save him

and the young witch from the town over who’s heard the woods calling since her mother died, and wants to help

m/m, friendship & investigating a mystery

[stupid-dyke]

stayed up til 3 when I have an 8am again. I do this because I hate myself so sos sososososososososo much. It's really funny because I don;t fall asleep in class thanks to my meds but I've noticed every time I go to class after 4 hrs sleep people act weird around me which is how I know im acting really weird. And I am so extremely angry at myself. I spent 4 hours. well 8 hours. Well all day. Pretending I'm going to do homework and distracting myself with various other things on my laptop or crying on the phone to my parents. Got zerooooo work done at all i stayed up most of the nihght for literally no gain whatsoever this is pure self harm. Which I do becauase again I hate myself. Because I didn't do my work. Which i won't do tomorrow either because i'll be so tired I wont be able to string a sentence together even though I'm supposed to give a presentation haha. My favorite activity is staring at the clock on my laptop getting later and later and later. new high score etc. Who's a hypersomniac now. Imagine how much easier this semester would have been if I'd gone to bed before 2am ever. I'm so fucking angry at myself I'm not sure I'll be able to sleep now even. If I fail my classes again my parents are gonna make me live at home forever and say im too crazy to live on my own. I know I was supposed to get a therapist but I hate them all so, so, so much. I think people get that job bc they feel powerful telling some pathetic person what to do knowing I literally cannot do it and will come back week after week admittingn failure and paying

I know I was supposed to take the new experimental FDA approved drug for IH but the list of side effects is fucking terrifying and I live and sleep alone so i really don't want to take a super powerful sedative that can make you stop breathing. So I'm gonna keep taking stimualnts and lying to myself that today is the last day I stay up extremely late for no reason.

[seariii]

Hm /pos

[hellsbroadcaster]

Alastor always believed in never forgetting your roots. Growing up, he lived in poverty. His mother worked hard to try and provide for him. It didn't matter how things got, his mother kept him fed, dressed and alive. He learned at an early age, that though his father may have been white, he didn't quite fit in due to his mother. It was never an issue for him, because he adored his mother and the culture he was raised in. They didn't have pretty or shiny things, he learned that to get by in life it required hard work and perseverance.

You had to fight for what you wanted, it wasn't never just handed to you. He values people who try their best no matter the obstacles. His mom taught him to work hard, to appreciate the little things. When he became a famous radio host, he kept these things in mind. Together, they built their own castles out of dirt, and even with riches and living his best life, he did help those who had less than him. He didn't shame or kick people who were already down, and he wasn't greedy with his riches. He never forgot where he came from, how he was raised and he carries it with him.

[devondespresso]

forgot to send an ask yesterday i think but i'm always here for more steve henderson au!!

dgkdyjsjg don't worry about it dude you're always so supportive 😭💕 i appreciate the asks as much as you can do

but yea, this snippet is from the chapter where Steve and Dustin finally meet for the first time!! they're driving from Steve's to Dustin's house and transitions into a recount of the scene in the car from canon

Steve set the nail-bat in the trunk before getting in and putting in the tape, playing from where he left off and turning to Dustin.

“Okay so.. your house?”

“Yeah, it's by the school. I'll give you directions when we get close.”

He nodded and pulled back out onto the road.

“Also, just to warn you, D’art is kinda… aggressive. And he looks pretty scary, but he was really cute and sweet when he was tiny so I don’t know why he’s so mean now but-” he cut himself off.

Steve raised an eyebrow.

“But?”  he prompted. Dustin took a breath.

“It might be because he’s hungry.”

What the fuck.

There was silence for a moment as he tried to process what Dustin was implying.

“Wait a sec, how big is he??”

“First he was like that,” he said, showing size with his pointer finger and thumb, “Now he’s like this.” He held up both hands a good foot and a half apart. That was hard to believe.

[xbadnews]

thinking abt percy styling his hair to make himself look older

[bluesadansey]

agents of shield s7 really was a shockingly good conclusion to something I like… like on it’s own it’s a good season but I don’t really realize how highly I think of it overall (it’s not agents of shield s4 who’s praises I’ll sing any day of the week) until I think about how many concluding seasons or books of shows or series I love could have been better if they were more like it in a variety of ways…

[galaxseacreature]

Queer bookclub at the library, I wish I knew how to quit you. I sit through so many mediocre sounding romance recommendations (valid! just not my jam!) and ya (also valid! but not usually my jam) and the group has a pretty bad record for picking books when we do all read the same thing (tbf the synopses sounded good) and there's a person who just annoys me for no fair reason........but then I have an outlet to talk about scifi that fucks with gender (unclear if anyone else in the group is interested in this but turnabout is fair play) and also I get just enough genuinely good recommendations, especially from the couple of people who read nonfiction. Gambler's fallacy. Next great read is coming soon I can feel it. One more meeting

[trobeds]

alexa how do i know if i have romantic feelings for my best friend