#I know this probably won’t help

[0hcicero]

It’s not fair. It fucking sucks. I’m sorry society did not give you a fair hand and that the way academia is designed makes it extremely difficult for anyone who isn’t allistic/non-disabled/with good mental health to succeed. I’m so sorry it’s such a struggle for you right now. I’m sorry it’s not fair.

There isn’t anything I can say that will make what you’re dealing with right now easier, but I hope you’re not discounting what the other people on this post are saying either — that weird is not a workplace death sentence. Your professor is wrong. Your professor may be an expert in being a professor/his field, but they are still just a fallible person, too. They see things through their lens, the same way you see things through yours. It doesn’t it make it truth or the way things are (or will always be).

I know that probably doesn’t mean much now, when you’re in the thick of these emotions and all of this overwhelming school work and the shitty things your prof is saying, but I hope somehow this lands. I would rather work with someone like you any day of the week. I don’t even need to know how competent you are in the field you’re studying to say that. Just the sheer amount of effort and willpower it takes to go through school while autistic, the clear determination you have even in the face of a ton of very shitty struggles at the moment, it all tells me that you’re the type of person who would be passionate and determined about your chosen field, and you’d do what it took to be *competent*. Because you already are.

Anyway last week my professor told the class "coworkers will put up with poor technical skills but they won't put up with weird" and after class I just went and sat in my car and cried bc how am I supposed to survive if I still don't seem "normal" even though I've been doing behavioral therapy since first grade but masking hurts so goddamn bad that I'm only doing two classes a week rn but I'm still falling apart and barely functioning every day and barely getting my work turned in bc i come home from class and collapse for days at a time and its just not fair, its not fair, why do other people get to be the normal, why do jobs get to be easy for other people, why are 66% of autistics unemployed/underemployed its not FAIR

[estrellami-1]

If I Should Stay

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

He’s staring at him.

Steve Harrington is staring at Eddie Munson.

The thing is, people don’t just stare at Eddie. Not for any reason that means anything good for Eddie. So when, completely unprompted, the fucking King of Hawkins High walks up to Eddie and says, “I need to talk to you,” Eddie thinks he’s entirely justified in the squeak he lets out.

“You? Talk? To me?” Wow. Great job, brain.

“Please,” Harrington whispers, and Eddie thinks desperately this must be some kind of joke, except he’s good at reading people, and he knows the desperation in Harrington’s eyes.

“Okay,” he says, stammers. “Um. There- there’s, behind the school, a, uh-”

“Table,” Harrington nods. “That works. Just…” he sighs, rakes a hand through his hair. “Leave the lunchbox at home.”

Eddie’s eyebrows hit his hairline. “Then what the fuck do you want with me, dude?”

“I can’t explain. Not here, not now. Just. Please. After school, okay?”

Eddie looks at him. Really looks, studies his face, understands the lines by his eyes, the tightness of his mouth. His heart thumps as he realizes. He’s scared. “Okay,” he says, and means it.

Eddie’s a man of his word, so after school he makes his way to the table, pausing when it comes into view. Harrington’s already there, sitting with his head in his hands. Eddie calls out from a couple of paces away. “You sure you don’t want anything from the lunchbox?”

Harrington jumps, hands up, eyes round. Relaxes a little when he sees Eddie. “No. I- I’m good. I can’t, actually.”

Eddie frowns. “What, like, a sports thing? No one’s gotta know, dude, I’ve never been busted, I can keep a secret.”

Steve gives him a half-smile. “No. It’s- it’s not a sports thing. Just… sit down? And promise to listen?”

“Okay,” Eddie says, because he knows how comforting it can be to just have someone there, and he’s not a dick; clearly Harrington’s going through something. Though why he approached Eddie, of all people, he doesn’t know.

“Okay,” Harrington repeats back, taking a breath before starting. “If I were to tell you I’m from the future, a future in which we know each other, how would you ask me to prove it?”

Eddie blinks. He was ready for a lot of things, but not time travel. “Um. I dunno, man, I haven’t really thought about it.”

He takes another deep breath. “Can I try?”

“To- to prove you’re from the future?”

“Yeah.”

Eddie laughs, a little hysterically. “Man, where the fuck do I get the strain you’re on?”

He blinks. “What?”

Eddie gestures at him. “Come on, man, you have to admit you’re not really making sense here.”

Harrington sighs. Takes another breath. Says, “You live with your uncle Wayne. Your father taught you to hot wire cars when you were nine. You listen to Dio and Metallica and Ozzy Osbourne but your favorite song is I Will Always Love You, by Dolly Parton, because it was your mom’s favorite. The guitar pick you wear around your neck was hers. She taught you guitar. You love The Hobbit. Stop me when I’ve said enough.”

Eddie’s never been more scared in his life. “Listen, man, I dunno where you heard all that-”

“Eddie,” he says, implores, and digs something out of his pocket. Opens his hand to reveal a ring.

A ring Eddie already has on his finger.

“What the fuck,” Eddie whispers. Grabs for the ring before he can tell himself it’s a bad idea. Examines it, sees the dent from where his finger had gotten smashed in a door.

His hands start shaking.

“I’m from 1987,” Steve Harrington says, sure as anything. “And I’m trying to stop something terrible.”

“And what would that be?” Eddie asks, feeling strangely detached from the whole thing.

“Your death,” Steve Harrington says, still sure as anything.

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[scrumptiousstuffs]

Our unhinged besties after successfully dethroning Madam Lilly (BTS)

Source: Dunk and Jojo’s Twitter

The Heart Killers EP11 (BTS)

05/02/2025

[shaissa]

[mageknife]

Cole: His face in the stands, watching as I pass the test. So proud there's tears in his eyes.

Cole: Anything to make him happy, anything.

Cole: Why isn't that true anymore?

/

Dorian: He says we’re alike. Too much pride. Once I would have been overjoyed to hear him say that. Now I’m not certain.

/

Halward: This is not what I wanted.

Dorian: I'm never what you wanted, Father, or had you forgotten?

/

Nightmare: Greetings, Dorian… It is Dorian, isn’t it? For a moment, I mistook you for your father.

[rederiss]

A week out and here is my TGR bingo card! Thanks @jeanmoreau29-3 for the reminder!

[lizandgiggles]

the way I’d actually kill for a Dan and Phil podcast, I literally don’t care if it’s them bickering for an hour a week on how to set up the audio, I love hearing them yap & I’d pay an obscene amount of money to be able to listen to them on the go

[orangeocelotmartyn]

Honestly I’m so grateful that ren and Martyn appear to be hopping on rats around the same time, cause they get to interact more

It’s very clear that they missed each other (not just in rats, but also in the life series) and idk I’m just glad they’re having fun and goofing off, especially after literal years of them pining and not talking or doing games etc with each other

[pangur-and-grim]

I have to work all day, so can people give me horror movie recommendations 👀 like preferably something that give you actual emotions of “oh god! what the fuck!!”

[buckdiazlafd]

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[magpie-trove]

Going to make a rare comment on politics. When Padme Amidala said it was all a result of a failure to listen? I think she was right.

[magiefish]

Okay. So. I remembered this one kind of weird part in “Enlightenment” where Turlough tries to sell out the crew and The Doctor just kind of Stares at him the whole time. Like quite intensely. And, as a joke, I said to myself “I wonder how long he actually stares at him without looking at anyone else for” and decided to count it For Fun.

About 34 seconds. 34 seconds straight.

Sir. Sir please direct your big brown eyes somewhere else. Please blink sir. Please. Sir.

[marigoldbaker]

idk if it’s just hitting different because of where i’m at but man the horrorterror of someone so intelligent, with the capacity for such goodness, who has such intense compassion and who feels so deeply, just constantly making selfish people-shredding shitty choices that hurt everyone they love, stuck in this perpetual cycle of regret to the point where loving them becomes actively and demonstrably dangerous even though the love would be reciprocated if that love was possible. it is simultaneously comforting and heartbreaking to watch

[roseworth]

what a fucking week (it’s 2 pm on a monday)

[acourtofquestions]

Overhead, the stars shone clear and bright, and though Mala had only once appeared to him at dawn, on the foothills across this very city, though she might be little more than a strange, mighty being from another world, he offered up a prayer anyway.

Then, he had begged Mala to protect Aelin from Maeve when they entered Doranelle, to give her strength and guidance, and to let her walk out alive. Then, he had begged Mala to let him remain with Aelin, the woman he loved. The goddess had been little more than a sunbeam in the rising dawn, and yet he had felt her smile at him.

Tonight, with only the cold fire of the stars for company, he begged her once more.

A curl of wind sent his prayer drifting to those stars, to the waxing moon silvering the camp, the river, the mountains.

He had killed his way across the world; he had gone to war and back more times than he cared to remember. And despite it all, despite the rage and despair and ice he'd wrapped around his heart, he'd still found Aelin. Every horizon he'd gazed toward, unable and unwilling to rest during those centuries, every mountain and ocean he'd seen and wondered what lay beyond... It had been her. It had been Aelin, the silent call of the mating bond driving him, even when he could not feel it.

They'd walked this dark path together back to the light. He would not let the road end here.

[akkivee]

mtc track sample~ i think what’s most notable about this sample is that

there’s change happening within juto’s force and it seems to be related to chuuoku

we have once again expressed how tired we are of chuuoku shenanigans

samatoki has been shown several times to have been moved by ichiro’s words and ideals as of late and it seems to have come to fruition here with samatoki seeing the block party and believing in a power that can change this shitty world

rio’s mates are ready to take down chuuoku once again lmao and mtc seems to want to stop them