#I feel so unsafe

[disn3y-land]

I was having a good day and thought "I'll go check out the acotar fandom I love the books!"

BIGGG MISTAKE.

[ruggiesbiologicalfather]

MY SCREEN GLITCHED THEY WON’T GO AWAY LEAVE ME ALONE

[justmeinadaze]

Texas just voted to keep a man who ran while his state was literally freezing to death, blamed doors for school shootings, and promised to "remove the scourge of abortion."

I'm um... I need to go lie down...

[dansleftthigh]

"if you would like to see us directly address these scandals live..." actually i would not like to see that at all and i am not coming now

[sapphicslut777]

i think i need help. i’m a danger to myself and others. i need someone to help me please

[perdidit-vulpes]

boy help the guilt is consuming me

[mishiami]

good morning tetro community

@jubileedeeznuts-posting dragged me into this because he's a dastardly awful terrible unforgivable wretch and i HATE her

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Flight Attendant Training Exposed: I Wanted Free Flights, Not a Lifestyle Cult

My First Week of Training Showed Me I Should’ve Stayed a Nanny

You ever walk into a situation and immediately think, “Yeah… this ain’t it”?

That was me, day one of flight attendant training in Las Vegas.

I walked into that orientation room thinking I was entering my jet-set baddie era. You know heels clacking, lip gloss popping, ready to secure my wings and a whole new life. But the moment I sat down next to someone who was already highlighting her manual like it was the Bible and whispering flight codes under her breath like she was summoning a demon from Gate 42B… I knew. I had entered the cult of the sky.

I wasn't surrounded by other fun girls who just wanted free flights and international sneaky links. No, ma’am. These people were serious. Like “I was born to push a beverage cart and quote FAA regulations in my sleep” serious.

Meanwhile, I was sitting there wondering how soon I’d get my buddy passes and how I could finesse them for a weekend trip to Tulum.

Let’s be clear I was doing the work. I was studying. I was passing exams. But my heart? Not in it. My soul? Absolutely not. My spirit? It was on a beach somewhere sipping a mojito, wondering why my body was stuck in this beige conference room learning how to properly stow a life vest.

But one thing I will say I met some dope people. Real ones. My training besties: Francesca, Will, and eventually, Lea. Let me paint the picture:

Francesca, my roommate, and a literal angel. Ironically, we had met a year before, drunk in a nightclub bathroom, where she told me I was beautiful and gave me a tampon. (Fate? Maybe. Girl code? Definitely.)

Will, the ultimate class clown and sarcastic king. We bonded over talking sh*t about literally everyone else and making fun of the “this is my life purpose” crew. I knew he was my people when he side-eyed the instructor mid-safety demo like, “Sir, relax. It's not a TED Talk.”

And then there was Lea mysterious, quiet, vibes immaculate. She was the type who didn’t say much, but when she did, it hit. She kept to herself at first, but eventually we adopted her into our little misfit family. And thank God, because Lea brought the chill we needed to balance our chaos.

Together, we made training tolerable. We studied together, gossiped in the hallway, and trauma bonded over the cafeteria food (why did everything taste like wet cardboard?). But still… something felt off.

I started realizing I was not like the others. They cried during the safety videos. They screamed “teamwork makes the dream work” unironically. They wanted coworker barbecues. ME? I wanted a flexible schedule and to go ghost on my off days.

Then… Enter the Villain: Karen, the training team leader from hell. (No, her real name wasn’t Karen, but let’s be real she gave big Karen energy.)

She did not like me. From the jump. I could feel it in my bones. I wasn’t rah rah enough, didn’t pretend to be obsessed with the training manual, didn’t cry when we watched the “inspiration” video about how this job was “more than just peanuts and seatbelts.” (Spoiler alert: it’s not.)

I wasn’t trying to be fake. I just wasn’t trying to pretend that this was my lifelong calling when it really wasn’t. I just wanted to make it through training, collect my wings, and start collecting travel points and travel stories. But sis made it her mission to make my life miserable. It was like I didn’t drink the KoolAid, so she started side eying my cup.

Every little thing I did, she picked at. Didn’t smile enough. Didn’t raise my hand enough. Didn’t clap enthusiastically when they showed us how to evacuate a fake plane.

Ma’am, I am trying to survive on five hours of sleep and hotel eggs. Give me a break.

But regardless of her cult leader vibes, I kept pushing. I wasn’t about to let Flight School Barbie take me down. I studied, I practiced, I nodded politely, I even pretended to be excited about the beverage service module (barely).

And still… I could feel it coming. Something was off. The energy was weird. The universe was whispering, “Girl, this isn’t your destiny.”

Little did I know what was coming next in Blog 4… aka the moment Liz the Human Avalanche entered the chat and made it her life’s mission to get me out of the skies and back on the ground.

Stay tuned it’s about to get messy.

Source: Flight Attendant Training Exposed: I Wanted Free Flights, Not a Lifestyle Cult

[vani-ash]

JEFF??? 😭

full video

[horsechestnut]

Anyway, if you're a fan of Bruce and Steph having a father/daughter relationship you should probably go read about Oliver and Mia.

[arihi]

Feeling unsafe is not the same as being unsafe and people are unable to distinguish between the two - you always have a right to be safe, but you do not necessarily have the right to always feel safe. This is an underlying theme in a lot of issues, like judging others' kinks, queerness, race, media analysis, and more; what the real heart of the problem is is unfamiliarity, things that people do not know and thus shrink away from in fear or disgust or discomfort. It can be a basic instinct to approach change and unfamiliarity with caution, but it needs to be an intentional act to challenge that fear/world view. It is something that we owe to the people around us, and that we owe to ourselves.

[dykedvonte]

Curly's attempt to prioritize the crew's happiness over safety is very in line with the internal struggles he is going through with wondering if he is happy in his life and path or should he forfeit that security.

It's upsetting cause while as understandable as that projection is, the want to be happy in something you don't feel secure in, he can't see past it and allows it to clog his judgement. This is no longer a matter of happiness but safety, but he in the end was the safest member of the crew in practically every aspect. It's not something he's going to understand the weight of from his position.

His current state is also a reflection and inversion of his mindset at the beginning of the game as well as a metaphor for the exact type of endangerment Anya felt. Where as with Jimmy, he gets to feel that "safety" Curly felt with the position but the lack of happiness he perceived he had.

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Flight Attendant Training Exposed: I Wanted Free Flights, Not a Lifestyle Cult

My First Week of Training Showed Me I Should’ve Stayed a Nanny

You ever walk into a situation and immediately think, “Yeah… this ain’t it”?

That was me, day one of flight attendant training in Las Vegas.

I walked into that orientation room thinking I was entering my jet-set baddie era. You know heels clacking, lip gloss popping, ready to secure my wings and a whole new life. But the moment I sat down next to someone who was already highlighting her manual like it was the Bible and whispering flight codes under her breath like she was summoning a demon from Gate 42B… I knew. I had entered the cult of the sky.

I wasn't surrounded by other fun girls who just wanted free flights and international sneaky links. No, ma’am. These people were serious. Like “I was born to push a beverage cart and quote FAA regulations in my sleep” serious.

Meanwhile, I was sitting there wondering how soon I’d get my buddy passes and how I could finesse them for a weekend trip to Tulum.

Let’s be clear I was doing the work. I was studying. I was passing exams. But my heart? Not in it. My soul? Absolutely not. My spirit? It was on a beach somewhere sipping a mojito, wondering why my body was stuck in this beige conference room learning how to properly stow a life vest.

But one thing I will say I met some dope people. Real ones. My training besties: Francesca, Will, and eventually, Lea. Let me paint the picture:

Francesca, my roommate, and a literal angel. Ironically, we had met a year before, drunk in a nightclub bathroom, where she told me I was beautiful and gave me a tampon. (Fate? Maybe. Girl code? Definitely.)

Will, the ultimate class clown and sarcastic king. We bonded over talking sh*t about literally everyone else and making fun of the “this is my life purpose” crew. I knew he was my people when he side-eyed the instructor mid-safety demo like, “Sir, relax. It's not a TED Talk.”

And then there was Lea mysterious, quiet, vibes immaculate. She was the type who didn’t say much, but when she did, it hit. She kept to herself at first, but eventually we adopted her into our little misfit family. And thank God, because Lea brought the chill we needed to balance our chaos.

Together, we made training tolerable. We studied together, gossiped in the hallway, and trauma bonded over the cafeteria food (why did everything taste like wet cardboard?). But still… something felt off.

I started realizing I was not like the others. They cried during the safety videos. They screamed “teamwork makes the dream work” unironically. They wanted coworker barbecues. ME? I wanted a flexible schedule and to go ghost on my off days.

Then… Enter the Villain: Karen, the training team leader from hell. (No, her real name wasn’t Karen, but let’s be real she gave big Karen energy.)

She did not like me. From the jump. I could feel it in my bones. I wasn’t rah rah enough, didn’t pretend to be obsessed with the training manual, didn’t cry when we watched the “inspiration” video about how this job was “more than just peanuts and seatbelts.” (Spoiler alert: it’s not.)

I wasn’t trying to be fake. I just wasn’t trying to pretend that this was my lifelong calling when it really wasn’t. I just wanted to make it through training, collect my wings, and start collecting travel points and travel stories. But sis made it her mission to make my life miserable. It was like I didn’t drink the KoolAid, so she started side eying my cup.

Every little thing I did, she picked at. Didn’t smile enough. Didn’t raise my hand enough. Didn’t clap enthusiastically when they showed us how to evacuate a fake plane.

Ma’am, I am trying to survive on five hours of sleep and hotel eggs. Give me a break.

But regardless of her cult leader vibes, I kept pushing. I wasn’t about to let Flight School Barbie take me down. I studied, I practiced, I nodded politely, I even pretended to be excited about the beverage service module (barely).

And still… I could feel it coming. Something was off. The energy was weird. The universe was whispering, “Girl, this isn’t your destiny.”

Little did I know what was coming next in Blog 4… aka the moment Liz the Human Avalanche entered the chat and made it her life’s mission to get me out of the skies and back on the ground.

Stay tuned it’s about to get messy.

Source: Flight Attendant Training Exposed: I Wanted Free Flights, Not a Lifestyle Cult

[voidcat]

characters: you/imaushi wakasa, sano shinichiro...

a/n: angst lol. strangers to friends. themes of fwb but nothing explicit. switch of perspective. mcd obviously,,

as i said in this post the loose explanatio/beginning of an idea i had that i liked ALOT but couldnt write due to various reasons (esp lck of time) (open post for a lil further stuff for reader x wakasa ig,,,)

attending the same classes as shinichiro sano... you've heard of him alright but that's about it. a nice face to look at perhaps but a little odd. not someone you'd interact with occasionally, nor someone you'd remember in particular-

until you're paired with him for an assignment. it'll help build bonds between the lot of you! the teacher announces and everyone groans in unision

you shoot your new partner to be a look from where you stand and turn back to your notebook. the ring bells but by the time you can get up adn gather your stuff, sano is nowhere to be seen

it takes you hours to find him. and at possibily one of the worst times too.

you heard of the rumors about fights and deliquents but you didn't expect yourself to run into one. youre careful, you live a peaceful life, you avoid trouble, always keep a clean name and all-

the people around all battered and beaten up, covered in bruises, cuts and maybe blood, looking hungry, unsatisfied, maddened– and you're in the center of it all.

footsteps approach you, strong, stern, taking their time and all- you hold it in you to not turn for a look. wait for them to show their face at your feet, dont give them the satisfaction nor even the slightest sign of weakness.

a man with blond hair and a pretty face, long lashes and all, stands before you, looking almost a little amused. "what's a pretty little thing doin' here all by themselv-" "where's sano" you cut him midsentence.

the man looks baffled, a little offensed even. soon joined by a second figure a lot taller than him, they both look at you with hostility and a hint of curiosity.

who cares, you scoff internally, whatever intimidation they're going for, you won't fall for it.

the other man raises a brow at the way you've mentioned sano. shit, you do hope this was not the wrong place, or whatever fight went down there, they must've won... right?

"and who is asking?" the blond speaks up again, sounding a little annoyed now. "you know, we don't allow passes to every pretty thi-" "eeeew" you drag the word and scretch like a gum, making sure to put on a face. "none of your business actually." you add on, placing your hand against a hip.

"why, you-" before he can follow up with whatever's on his tongue, a jolly greeting from behind interrupts him, cutting through the air. you can notice how the idle folks around suddenly tense up, and for the two man before you, shoulders dropped, bodies relaxing...

soon sano emerges, with his hair put up and stylized, nothing like the man in your class, a deliquent out of a shitty teen's magazine you'd say so.

exhanging greets with the two men and doing a special handshake for only them to know, he looks in the mood, just his face a little bruised up and some blood on his clothes.

so that's probably why he skips school some days, you muse.

he notices you a little later.

"oh!" mouth formed into an 'o' shape, you can see his surprise written all over but he is quick to disperse all that." greeting you with your surname formally, he reaches out a hand, then brings it up upon noticing the splatters of blood and takes it back with a sheepish smile.

"what brings you there?" he asks, never losing a bit of his joy that contradicts the entire atmosphere.

"our assignment." you say curtly and receive another sound of surprise from him. he looks apolegitic at the very least, you think.

"well.. uh-" he scratches the back of his head, casting a glance around, you wait to see where the stammering will go.

"how would you wanna do it then?" he asks more for you than himself, to ease you probably, you can only assume.

another joins their little group, keeping silent and watching what's going on. you relly, really should get going, you decide after giving a quick look around. "we can go over the details at an appropirate time later."

"alright then!" he says, never missing a beat from his energy. it's unbelievable, you think. "should we... ah-" he pauses, "exchange numbers to keep in touch then?" he asks, and he means well, you can tell just from the way he looks and talks, but the rest? you're not exactly dying to say out loud your contact information. especially not with that blond anywhere within a 20 meter radius.

"here." you say, reaching out your hand to reveal your phone. "i'm not announcing my number for a bunch of weirdo, self proclaimed deliquents to hear."

your words take him by shock but he breaks into a snort right after. the two men exchange a glance and a thug at their lips as well. the blond however does not look once pleased with your words.

or you at all.

you begin to come and go to their place often, the assignment builds up slow but steady and the guys seem reasonable enough after actually sitting down and hearing each other out. shin looks happy with the development too, says you have brought a change but you'd disagree. he is the light and sun and the beating heart of this place and wherever he goes, they follow, absolute devotion and belief in him, as a person, for his mind and for his heart.

you can see why, you can feel it too. once you begin to spend your time with shinichiro sano, all the rumors and speculations you've heard up until then are gone. assignment be damned, you can tell when a friendship begins to bloom and with shin- it happens at such a pace, you find yourself a little afraid.

the assignment ends, presentation and all, with flying colors you pass and decide to celebrate it out, with the rest joining as well.

a karaoke bar is all fun and games until night rolls out. it has gotten late but shin offers to walk you home; keizo and takeumi dragging a very drunk and messed up wakasa. everyone bids one another goodbye- save for wakasa... and you almost believe youhave seen a hint of sadness in their eyes as they bump their fists against yours. if you didn't know any better, you'd ever go as far as to say they'll miss you around.

a day passes, another and another... much to their relief and encouragement, you stick around.

not within the vicinity on the days big fights go around but definitely dropping by to hang out, fool around and whatnot. it's now your laughter mixed with shin's that fills the air, and everyone seems joyful and happy most of the time- save for imaushi wakasa.

for reasons unbeknowst to you, he remains hostile, rude, and on and up about sending your way stupid lines like he did the first time. most of the time you ignore him, which annoys him further– the scene alone brings a smile to your lips, the smirk of a vixen, you even overhear him once, yelling to keizo about you are, sounding very much frustrated.

despite this is how the things begin and roll out, neither of you expect to grow close- closer than you'd have imagined.

yes, you and shin might be the sunshines, but you and wakasa? the two of you become inseperable. you even hear some people mumble how they fear the two of you looking down at them, gazes that burn holes through their skulls, see into their souls... the two of you could make a power couple- if you were one at all.

there is the heat, there is the tension. you comb through his hair with a gentle touch that has wakasa melting in your hold, yet the second someone dares to imply anything more, you shoot them a glance so heavy, it'd crash their lungs.

wakasa hopes, in the end, that perhaps there is an end to it that is happy, that is hopeful. he knows there is no making up for the way he treated you but you were not the kindest toward him either, so it makes you equals, no?

so he sings sappy songs at karaoke whilst tipsy, so any accusation he can brush off as the effect of the booze, but hopes you caught how he looked at you. so he touches you as soft as you do him, trying to mimic your kindness, an attempt at how love, in the physical, in action should be.

he doesn't know any better, why should he? why should anyone to begin with?

it scares him how natural it is for shin and you. some days he finds himself envying the two of you even, would things be any different were you to attend the same school as the two of you? oh what wouldn't he do to be graced with your smiles and giggles all day every day, having you look at him as you rest your cheek against your palm–

he aches for something a tad normal sometimes, at the very least with you. would the two of you ever cross paths were it not for shin? the thought scares him and he feels like an asshole for envying his friend like this, desperate for anything that would come from your hands.

but at the end of the day, it is himself you seek out. his arms that you allow around your person, his lips on you, devoring you, it's wakasa that consumes you wholly and the thought brings a wave of comfort at the very least.

then the entire world collapses down in the span of 24 hours.

shinichiro dies.

almost 24 hours have passed since his death and wakasa still cannot find it in him to return to reality yet.

then like an angel amidst the chaos, you reemerge from the fog, from smoke. it doesn't take a genius to figure out something is wrong.

"waka," you call out to him, sound laced with something he cannot quite pinpoint. shutting his eyes completely, he sits in the same spot for a moment, all the doubts, every single negative, twisted and fucked up thng he has been holding at bay til now so close to breaking out.

you speak, but he does not hear the words.

not pass the 'i am leaving'

[fumifooms]

What if we were both magic prodigies and it otherized us in different ways and we devoted ourselves to protecting a family member who has general other goals & priorities. What if we both did self-sacrifical devotion in opposite ways.

What if we were dark mirrors of each other and where I've grown overcontrolling you've grown complacent. What if, bought as a servant into a pretty loving home, ownership and control is what love looks like to me, and to you neglected and lonely growing up, love is gratefully taking any scraps of it you’re lent.

By belonging to someone, even if she comes back injured or fails at finding Delgal, she feels like she belongs and is cherished, by owning someone he feels safe in them not leaving him.

She’s what’s tethering him do you see… And he’s the only thing giving her direction and purpose in her state. She needs a compass and he needs a support.

They’re both so out of it 😭 It’s the weirdly intense and unearned mutual trust and reliance on each other?? They’re each other’s weird little comfort codependent teddy bear. Or at least they were headed towards that before SHE DIED THEN HE DIED THEN THEY BOTH FORGOT ABOUT EACH OTHER AND NEVER MET EVER AGAIN. Though she’s also the guard attack hound keeping him safe… And vice versa he heals her and can rewrite her very being with just one wave of his hand. They’re both so so mentally and physically vulnerable both but they cling onto each other. They can’t perceive things accurately but despite it all someway somehow they stumble into something closer to resembling companionship just before they both die. Falin is just that kind and Thistle is just that lonely. Overworked.

We both haven’t lived for ourselves in a very long time, haven’t we.

They both have a similar devotion to the people they love but again the difference is that Thistle starts overtsepping while Falin is self-effacing. The other difference between them is that people care about Falin <3 People have given up on Thistle long ago, and he has given people reasons to, while people refuse to give up on Falin. Yaad has a mini arc about it dw about it it’s ok he’s not all alone in the end 😭😭 He reached out for Marcille’s hand but they already all wanted to help him, they just had to be given the chance to, Yaad just had to be given the chance to, it’s okay I’m okay

Hey what if we learned to get in touch with our own identity and the world around us and living in the present again through being in the worst codependent situationship ever.

Falin and Thistle sitting in a tree, sucking on flowers together because they’re h-u-n-g-r-y 💕💕💕

I bet he’s only ever thought of flowers as useless ornaments. Weak weeds. But she shows him they’re tasty and useful and good and pretty in their own right too and deserve existing without proving their worth and waaa <33 Thistles…... Did you know thistles taste sweet if you remove the thorns and eat them?

"Even as a chimera, her kind nature remains" you can’t suppress her in the way that matters. You can’t soothe him in the way that matters. It’s doomed. You’re doomed. It’s all doomed. Save me.

[ahappydnp]

thinking about your reply about the house and it’s kinda killing me, as someone who also has strong mechanisms against any form of hedonism, that the universe conspired not only to have him date Phil but also that the more he indulges in the lightness it brings the better his career is actually doing

i mean this could be a whole psychosocial tangent about growing up in a constant state of fight or flight therefore associating the home environment with struggle and subconsciously rejecting ease out of self preservation. i think dan, like many people who had a rough time up until adulthood, struggle with making that switch of feeling comfortable with peace. especially post coming out/leaving the internet which was such a significant stressor for him paired with the existing safety of living with phil. and all of that is going to lead someone to think they need some sort of visceral suffering to produce something "worthy"

but exactly like you said! dan thrives when he indulges in his own lightness and lets himself just be. i completely get why it's hard to let go, but yeah when he lets himself be happy it just reflects in every aspect of his public life we can see. something something "might fuck around and stop giving a fuck and actually just enjoy life"

[ask-the-rag-dolly]

i'm going to be honest what you all have been doing is harmful to her wellbeing and will have considerable impacts going forward and yes i am saying this right as it's too late to change it , you're welcome everybody

[sewiders]

Tbh I didn’t think this entire situation would have a whole group of tumblr users start to spout victim blaming rhetoric alongside terf rhetoric and doing things like excessively saying “male” when you can just say men in an already horrible post soaked in radfem ideology but yeah. Nowhere is safe for trans women I get it, even in a situation where we’re supposed to be supporting a woman for speaking about the abuse she went through.