#2024 SUCKS

[nancylou444]

😭😭😭😭

[thealmondofspades]

Never forget that it matter far more what state you are in and far less who the president is.

He is full of empty promises.

Stand your ground, our fight is NEVER over.

And with that, take time for yourself... Please... This is taking a mental toll on us all...

[phvrvohxo]

i miss my life 2016-2020 even with the schizophrenic attacks life was kinda good cause i always had money and was shooting, these days i’m bored & broke not to mention lonely, no sex, i’m going crazy, halfway through the year & i haven’t really accomplished anything yet, i’m hoping 2025 will be a better year and i’m more motivated..

[dreamauri]

this year has already been horrible and i've only been 5 hours into it like wow, not gonna survive 24h x 365 days

[bodacious-zam]

We're already one week into 2024 i'm going insane

[bittersqxtch]

mama bean!!! it’s been so long, how are you?? i hope everything’s ok and happy new year<33

I LIVEEEE

terribly sorry to all of my beans for the prolonged absence, 2024 has been ruthless :')

BUT I'm back now, gonna try to post some stuff soon and get back into writing too ASAP before the miracle of motivation passes. happy new year to you, my bean, and to all of my other beans who may have wondered where I've been too <3

[cryptid-pet]

Geya Nixxio here to remind you,

You need to post a new chapter of Incubus Azusa.

And you still need to do part 2 and 3 of the merman Caruki nsfw AU headcons that u started 💀

Okay, I’ve been doing chapter 28 of the incubus au (I plan to continue working on it tomorrow in a free period so don’t worry 😉)

BUT HOE WHY DONT I REMEMBER THE CARUKI NSFW FOR THE MERMAN AU HOLD UP

[nawilla]

So, 2024 has continued to suck.

Hopefully none of you remember exactly why last weekend, the first weekend of the new year, was incredibly NOT FUN, let's just say it involved plumbing distress that led to having to pee in the shower and time bowel movements for when I was at work until it was resolved and I spent a day at work hiding in my office so I could be near a toilet for female reasons. It was functionally resolved by Sunday evening (thank deity of choice) and between bleach and scrubbing bubbles cleanup was emotionally difficult but not physically difficult. (Full cleanup of the whole room is ongoing, but it's the basement, so that's okay).

The second weekend of 2024 is a three-day weekend in the US as Monday is a government holiday (MLK Day). It is also a university holiday which is shall we say, not universal in academia. (I finally remembered why it wasn't a holiday at my alma mater. It was because spring semester classes didn't start that early).

In order for me to take a weekday off of a three-day weekend, I still have to get Monday's work done over that weekend for the rest of the week to go smoothly. While I can choose whatever day I do it on, and it's a half-day's work, not a full day's work, it still needs to get done and I'm almost never going to be able to squeeze it in on Friday. This past week, one of my bosses had a meltdown in the animal room due to bad lighting and him probably needing new glasses. Regardless, it put me behind on my own work, so rather than stay at work Friday past 10 pm (and stand on concrete floors and aggravate my plantar fasciitis again, I came into work Saturday morning, worked a good 4ish hours, took an extended lunch break (got writing done, yay) and worked another 4ish hours to get Friday and Monday's work done, so I could take off on Monday. Oh, the things I could do. Some quick shopping. Laundry. Take N the Cat to the vet because apparently, she was hiding feeling under the weather.

On Sunday I get groceries for the first time in 2.5 weeks (plumbing issues last weekend) and notice I'm starting to cough. A lot. Darn, a cough. Could be my allergies. It's been raining a lot which sets them off, and we are also experiencing a cold snap which leads to me huddling on the couch under blankets and N the Cat, which can result in acid reflux due to my prone position for long periods.

In the middle of the night on Sunday, the unrelenting sinus headache hits. OMG. Ow. This is why I was coughing. The allergy meds probably masked it. Also, I'm less cold all of a sudden, which is not a weather reversal, I have a fever. I finally get a weekday off free and clear and I'm fricking sick and my head just won't stop hurting. Mind you, it's tolerable pain. It's not a migraine. It just won't stop. It woke me up from sleep.

The next weekday I will get off from work is March 15th, the last Friday of Spring Break. I will probably not get to take it off because I will still be waiting for people to get their data in Thursday at 6 pm. The university skips a lot of random government holidays to keep the term going and gives us days off between Christmas and New Years instead.

I am not amused with 2024.

[human-space-heater]

My sister and I were crying about Matpat's announcement. Im not as old as some of the other fans. But ive been a fan of film theory since the Moana demigod theory.

Thank you for filling our screens with fun theories, teaching us about something new, and always just being a joy in general. We will miss you Matpat. Thank you for everything

[useless-englandfacts]

uk journalists having to report through gritted teeth that there were no riots last night as thousands of anti-racist protesters significantly outnumbered the racist rioters across the country

[queer-here-and-in-fear]

i love all the predictions like "lol we're gonna find out through supernatural XD" and i wake up and TURNS OUT we're finding out because all my mutuals are reblogging and posting variations of "queer ppl do not kill yourself" which. jesus ok.

[luci-hemwin-evanson]

Loosing JJ less than a month after loosing Liam

[maisycoded]

Basted on true events or life and stuff

[themychemicalromance]

I love you. Nazis are back in charge in Germany dot supernatural meme

[shaysaway]

The fact that I've had to deal with people invalidating my feelings and grieving of my father because "you didn't have a normal father/daughter relationship" and "you were acting as a caregiver not a daughter" and "you aren't grieving as a child you're grieving as a caretaker" makes me so irrevocably angry. Don't tell me that I don't know how it feels to lose a parent because I fucking do. Yeah sure maybe I didn't have a dad growing up but the last five years my life revolved around that man. I took care of him 24/7 365 with very little to no help most of the time. I checked his blood sugar six times a day if not more. I fed him breakfast, lunch, and dinner. I did his shopping, laundry, paper work, phone calls, doctor appointments, weekly med minders. I did everything for my father because regardless of how things were growing up I did love him.

Things weren't easy at the beginning at all. We had to get used to each other but we figured it out and it got better as we went. But regardless of that I was constantly judged by people who were looking in from the outside who didn't know anything about what was actually going on. When I first started taking care of my dad his neighbors told me that I was doing a horrible job and that he would have been better off in a home or with somewhere they could constantly be monitoring him. They didn't understand that he didn't need to be in a home and he deserved some independence after he had been neglected and abandoned in the home he had shared with his wife. I had to deal with the judgy looks and the side eyes and murmurs any time dad would have a diabetic episode. But you know who didn't judge me? The EMTs that would come when I would have to call for their help. The same EMTs that used to be called out to dad's old house multiple times a week. They were ecstatic that dad wasn't with his wife anymore and he had meet on his bones and that he was still ALIVE. They encouraged me and they were so glad that throughout the next couple of years that I was taking care of dad the calls I had to make to them were fewer and fewer. At one point we went SIX MONTHS without having to call the paramedics.

The only people who really know what I went through with my dad the last five years are me and him. The only people who know what our relationship was like are me and my dad. Uncle Glenn, Aunt Ruth, Crystal, Aaron, Billie, Aunt Dawn, and my mom got to see our relationship from an outside perspective but they don't know exactly what it was like or the emotions involved. They don't judge how I took care of my dad.

So why is it that the people who didn't know me or my dad at all think they have the right to judge how I cared for him? Why is it that complete strangers had the audacity to try and tell my dad that I neglected him and wasn't feeding him when he always had food in the fridge and his stomach when I was taking care of him? And why now that he's gone are people thinking they have any right to tell me that I didn't have a parent/child relationship with my father who just passed away in January?

Where do you get off on saying anything about my relationship with my father? My relationship with my father that I spent the last five years taking care of. Who my entire world revolved around because I was so desperately scared of fucking up and losing. I put my everything into taking care of him and when he would have reactions and I would be alone with him doing my best to keep him alive because I didn't want to lose him not yet. That I would ask him if he knew who I was and what my birthday was because I knew those were the only questions that would let me know if he was actually okay. I pushed him to stay active and got him books to read to keep his mind going. I got him clothes, slippers, glasses, pillows, watches, and his Mushroom Swiss burger from Chili's. I lived with him and saw him every single day. I did everything for him.

So please tell me how you think you have any right telling me that I'm not grieving the loss of my dad. Please tell me how you have any right telling me I should get out and socialize and get a job and have a fucking kid. Please I'll wait for you to tell me what gives you the right to dictate my life and how I live it. I have all the fucking time in the world.

Sure you have shit going on too. I get it. Trust me I get it. But I'm not invalidating your fucking life and your fucking feelings. Because let's be honest here I could. I could invalidate you all fucking day long. I could talk about how you get money every single month, plenty to live on if you lived within your means yet you never have any past the first week of getting paid. I could talk about how you got all your belongings taken because you didn't pay on them with the money you get every single month yet you didn't spend it on your payment plans so where did it go? You don't have rent to pay either so what's going on there? Damn. I'll stop there because I could get nasty.

You're judging me so let's see exactly what you're judging yeah? Let's see what's happened the last six months of my life?

My dad was in and out of the hospital in December and January. He came home in January for almost a week where he was on hospice care and my mom and I took turns monitoring him 24 hours a day. He passed away less than an hour after I switched shifts with my mom. Then less than two weeks after he passed away I got kicked out of our apartment because the building manager lied to her boss because apparently she had been trying to find an excuse to kick me out for months because I didn't buddy up to her when she kept telling me to get rid of my emotional support dog. So I had to pack up all of mine and my dad's belongings to move into a temporary living situation in a hotel where I had to spend $300 a week for two weeks out of the small life insurance policy my dad left me. Finally when my mom came down to get me after picking up the jeep I purchased (also with the life insurance policy) we packed our stuff in there and we came to Iowa. I left the rest of my family in Missouri to come to Iowa because Iowa is home to me but I miss my family because I was with them the last five years but the idea of going back to Missouri hurts so much because my dad won't be there anymore. I didn't have an income in Missouri because I was taking care of my dad and he was a 24 hour job. So when he passed away I immediately didn't have any income coming in. The first two months I had money set aside but it's five months later and I'm so anxious and depressed that I have to try to figure out how to get to my doctor to talk with her about what to do for my mental health before I can ever think about what I'm going to do to survive. But please keep on judging me.

Go ahead and judge me because you're just judging someone who just lost their entire world at the beginning of this year. My entire world came to a screeching hault at the beginning of January and has consistently been a shit show since then. That's who you're judging. A 28 year old person who's last five years were taking care of their parent 24 hours a day 7 days a week.

I'm doing my fucking best here. I'm really fucking trying. I don't think I deserve the behavior I've had to put up with and you're really making me fucking hate being back in Iowa. So how about you focus on yourself and leave me and my family the fuck alone. You make me so fucking mad dude. I've smiled and put up with your shit this long but I'm done. I'm so fucking done playing nice and considerate and well behaved. My mom raised me with manners but man I don't think you deserve them anymore. The sooner we can put you in the rearview mirror and never see you again the fucking better in my honest to God opinion.

[fazoodle]

This has been the most cursed year