#I'm just so done

[wesavegotham]

And then they can't even get the facts from the bad take on Talia right.

"She killed Damian/ordered the Heretic to kill Damian!"

No, she didn't! Morrison!Talia thought Bruce would make sure Damian would stay safe in the batcave, she was furious with the Heretic for killing Damian, had all the assassin's who had a part in it executed and ended up beheading the Heretic for his disobedience. She told Ra's that she didn't think Damian would be there.

And he even might not have been there if Bruce hadn't offered to give Damian back to her in exchange for Gotham's safety EVEN THOUGH SHE NEVER ASKED HIM TO DO SO, causing Damian to feel like he needed to prove to his father that he was able to do good.

I'm not a fan of Morrison's run, so why do I constantly see many people who claim to BE FANS of it get the most basic facts wrong?

And oh, of course they just happen to get things wrong about Talia so that she gets off even worse, while they can probably write you an essay about how "deep" Morrison's take on Bruce was or how "great" the writing for Dick and Damian was.

Also, let's just ignore that Morrison seems to hold quite a few highly questionable opinions on drugs or consensual sex in real life, no, let's just blame the characters for Morrison's choices even though they are fictional. After all Morrison is "a genius"🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️

I'm so tired about bad writing for female (and especially woc) characters getting treated as "oh, yeah, that's unfortunate, but the rest is genius!" by so many people.

"Talia raping Bruce wasn't out of character for her because *inserts other ooc examples from stories that were also written by Grant Morrison or were published after Morrison's character assassination*!!!"

🤦‍♀️

[useless-moss]

Just saw a post where someone was complaining about dagcup and vigcup and calling it weird because Dagur calls Hiccup brother and Viggo is, quote, "so much older than Hiccup." They also apparently think Dagur and Hiccup are actually brothers? Idrk that part wasn't clear.

... Now, when I say it took every damn bone in my stubborn, opinionated, autistic body to not "well, actually" that post... Especially since one of the hashtags was "this is not a safe space for those shippers."

Just... You can not like something or not understand the appeal of the dynamic, but don't call or imply that the people who do like it are weird or creepy. It's fiction. Nobody is actually getting hurt, and nobody really cares. Let people have fun. I'm so sick of this debate.

[holdmyhopeinyourhands]

I still feel dead inside. I don't think I know when I'll stop feeling dead inside. Can't believe psg is still putting me through this.

[neaverse]

I'm so sick of this fandom. Let people write whatever the fuck they want without throwing accusations. If you have a problem with it, go and write the fic you want. Contribute instead of complaining. We're not making any profit from fanfiction and it's not up to you to decide what I and other writers can and cannot write. If there's a lack of something, then try to resolve it by contributing instead of “forcing” other writers to do it for you. We're not machines. We're not here to create media for you to consume. It's not made for you but rather shared with you. Stop acting like you have a say in it. Don't start hating on fics if something happens and you don’t like it. It's not yours, it's ours. We're proud of it and that's all that matters. You don't have to read it— you're free to stop at any point. It's okay to not like something but it's not okay to hate on it just because it doesn't meet your expectations. It's free, stop complaining and find something else to read.

Also, stop dissecting and rating fics. It's not for you to pick apart and examine and it's so fucking disrespectful how it's become normal to share the fics you hate/dislike on social media. We are real people with real feelings. It doesn't matter that we shared it online— we do not have to accept it when people shit-talk our fics as if we won't see it because we do.

Oh, and while we're at it, learn how to use ao3. You can exclude ships and tags. It's not always that there are no fics— you just don't know how to use ao3 effectively.

[unveiled-if]

Sorry for the radio silence!

A... Lot has been going on. Idk if I've ever told this but I work two jobs at the moment, one as a restaurant manager and other within the navy, and it's grinding me to the ground. I have exactly 1 day off during the week and that's spent sleeping and crying, you'll know more as you read. If you don't, I get it. It's a bit of a downer post.

But working is fine! I like being a busybody, and I love working for both places. BUT.

My back/leg/hip/lumbar's given out. I don't know if it's the worst case of sciatica known to mankind or what, but it's been going on since last November and getting worse by the day. I'm 25 and looking at a future in early retirement (AT UNDER 30), it's that bad, and even worse for my psyche. Painkillers don't help (prescription/OTC, what have you), muscle relaxants don't work, physio doesn't work, one doctor even injected some cortisone for a whole separate issue and wow, surprise, that didn't work. I'm so close to going to the ER and asking for an amputation at this point.

Now, I know sharing this is kinda TMI, but I feel like you deserve a reason, the transparency why I haven't gotten around to posting lately. I've just been working (literally) through the pain, gone home, ugly cried from the agony, and passed out just to repeat the whole shebang.

And I can't not work. I'm so deep in debt, you know, in Finnish standards. I know 13k is nothing compared to some, but here it's a lot if I can't keep working.

I'm sorry for oversharing, but this is my reality right now, and I'm at my wit's end. I can't sleep, I can barely get out of bed. I can't tie my shoes. I can't pick up my niece, and I can't go out to spend time with my friends without almost overdosing on painkillers just to move. Sometimes only alcohol helps, and I don't want to do that because of the addiction running in my genes.

I want to scream and cry and leave this body for a better one, but I can't, and if this keeps going I won't be able to do anything and it scares the shit out of me.

I know the doctors are doing their best, but of course there's bias when I'm so young. We have to go through all the plausible treatments before surgery is even considered. Plus, I'm from a tiny town. Getting an appointment takes months, and then it's the same things all over again.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry for not giving you the updates you deserve. I still listen to music that inspires me, and I do write down ideas, but I can't bring myself to write more than a paragraph, once a week.

I'm sorry for not interacting or being as chipper as I usually am. It's just too much for me to handle all at once, I am but one creature.

But I'll try to keep up a positive outlook. Finland is a good country, with good healthcare, and I trust them to help me so I can keep paying taxes haha.

Sorry for a long, useless post, but you deserve to know. And maybe I needed to get it off my chest. My family is already tired of listening to me complain anyway.

Love y'all forever 💜

[tardis--dreams]

You know how seon-a calls yohan young master in english? Yeah it's 'Meister Young' in german. It's painful

[vee-is-a-clown]

Pidge when Keith and Lance show up to school late on Valentine's Day:

[permanentreverie]

The urge of me handing in my resignation grows stronger with every passing day istg

[shipmistress9]

There's something really heartbreaking about looking for community/friends, about interacting and participating in conversations, adding (what I feel like are) funny or interesting comments to build on...

Only to be repeatedly shut down, ignored, shunned, or misunderstood, for your additions to get deleted, even, without an explanation and without them violating any rules.

It hurts to long for that connection and get rejected, then see five min later how the same people who you'd hoped could become friends turn around and befriend those who openly scorned you.

I just... I'm not sure I can't do this.

[punkrockisafulltimejob]

Now that I've finally been able to process it, imma share what happened yesterday.

My MIL is a woman with... intentions... some of which are good, some of which aren't. Of course she thinks it's always good intentions. Yesterday she asked me when my drs appointment was (to finally talk to them about my chronic pain). And she just... went off the fucking rails. She started by saying "when you get better" and I'm like, there is no better for this, this is my life, has been my life for longer than you've known me, but go on I guess. Then she had the nerve to ask me what I would be doing if I didn't have my husband. And I'm like "living with my awful parents on disability for the rest of my life???" And she very clearly did not understand the American disability system because she kept saying there's help out there, everyone who is actually disabled and has medical proof gets disability, and I'm about ready to start cackling at this point, and then she has the NERVE to bring up my parents and how they should be getting something for my father (also disabled, different reason, still an asshole) because if he was actually disabled he would be getting help. And to push that point in even further, she asked me what my intentions were regarding my pain. And I'm like I mean if I have to quit my job for the sake of my health I'm gonna have to do it. And she asks how I'll make money. Because I HAD to have some sort of income. Basically saying if I was going to live in her house I had to contribute financially somehow. And I'm like there is a very severe cap for how much money I can make while on disability, and if I'm getting disability benefits I can't legally marry my husband (still technically my fiancé). She told me, straight up, that I can't rely on his income. Also said my husband wouldn't be able to survive on his own. That's because your codependent ass hasn't let him out of your sight for more than two seconds since he was born. Like idk what the fuck you think is going on here Karen but this ain't it. You do not get to tell me how to live my life when I have chronic pain. There is no solution, there is only slightly better or a fuck of a lot worse.

Thankfully my husband set her straight later on in the day and basically told her "you will not talk to my spouse about their chronic pain because you have literally no idea what it's like to be in pain all the time, and while I don't either I see exactly how much pain they're in. You have no say, you will not bring it up, and that's that". She did tell him (although didn't tell me) that she thinks she went to far with the comments on my parents. No shit??? She still didn't fucking apologize for it tho, to either of us.

[mugiwara-lucy]

With Kamala/Walz going up DAILY, I've seen more people talking about voting third party/Jill Stein (EW) and I believe the above screencaps from @three--rings can explain WHY Third Party votes NEVER work NOR is this the election to screw around in.

Everyone....like she says above.....PLEASE LEARN FROM HISTORY!!!

(Because if Trump gets in, he's NEVER LEAVING).

[oh-snapperss]

they'll fund a genocide and let their poor regions be destroyed. don't fucking forgive them for that.

my hometown is completely gone from what pictures i can find of it, i have not heard from my family (including aunts, uncles, parents, one sibling, and a grandparent), and the infrastructure in the mountain communities is wiped out. i cannot stress how catastrophic this is, or how difficult it will be for these communities to build back. i am angry, and scared, and heartbroken by everything that's happened.

and our government is spending it's money to fund a genocide.

free palestine, and don't be complicit. realize that this is not something happening that doesn't affect you--although it shouldn't take this to care about the deaths of thousands of people anyway.

[vampfiire]

not feeling the best mentally, please send me photos / quotes / anything to cheer me up thanks <3

[doctors-journal]

25 July

The detective came back today.

He sat down across from me, in his usual chair in the living room, lit a cigarette, and declared with remarkable indifference, “I regret to announce that I am not engaged to be married.”

I could only stare at him with equal parts bafflement and frustration.

“It is of no matter,” he said as though that would put all of my concerns to rest, “the housekeeper was but one potential avenue into the blackmailer’s household.”

At that point, I did speak up, “A blackmailer?”

“Come now, Doctor, surely you have not forgotten our noble bachelor whose bride was warned away on their wedding day. With the aid of our Porlocks I have found the man behind it at last. It is only fitting that our Moriarty would have a blackmailer on his retinue. I meant to woo his housekeeper—a charming lady, I suppose, a decade older than ourselves—to gain entry to the household, but alas my rival suitor—a rakish fellow, rugged for my tastes—had already won out and took issue with my attempts to court his bride.”

“What on Earth are you trying to accomplish?”

“I have always had some notion that I would have made a highly efficient criminal, and it is for the most morally justifiable cause. I mean to burgle the blackmailer’s house, destroy the evidence he holds over his victims, and through his records, find the identity of our Moriarty at last. However, I do have some scruples about bringing you with me tonight. I cannot deny that we will be putting ourselves in a most precarious position. What say you? Does the benefit outweigh the risk?”

“This is absurd!” I said as soon as I found my voice again. “You’re going to burgle a blackmailer? And you want me to come? I’m a doctor, I’m not even a detective!”

The detective coldly raised his chin. “Where is your nerve of steel, Doctor? It is nothing worse than breaking and entering.” He leaned toward me and lowered his voice. “Your presence is invaluable to me. There is no one else I trust to accompany me into the dragon’s den.”

“No, I’m not falling for that one. Why do you really want me along?”

“Come now, Doctor, use that innate cleverness which is the delight of all your friends.”

“I can’t deny it’s been something going on all of these investigations with you, but I’m your flatmate, not your beleaguered assistant.”

“No, you are the grit in the subtle reasoning machine.”

“What are you even saying? Is that another quote? Can you stop playing Sherlock Holmes for just a moment?”

“I assure you that this is best for everyone.”

“For you maybe, but I’m not your Dr. Watson.”

“Please, Doctor, if you were going to leave England you would have done so many months ago.”

“That’s it, I’m done!”

“Come now, Doctor-“

“My name is Solomon.”

I’m up in my room now. I can’t stay here. This isn’t working. But I don’t know where else to go. Except for back home, to my parents’ house. It’s been so long since I’ve been back.

[kuuhaiyu]

i really can't emphasize how heartbreaking it is that the recent harassment campaign against @/90-ghost (among others; see: 1, 2, 3) has led to well-meaning people telling others not to listen to him. he is one of the most visible survivors of the genocide here on tumblr. his entire journey of escape is so well documented! and yet, it only took a few people confidently pointing fingers to create an entire witch hunt accusing him and other palestinians of being disreputable scammers and liars.

i can't help but feel like the reason why people were SO eager to believe those accusations, is because it was uncomfortable to see posts from palestinians every day asking for our time, attention, money, and support; so when someone presented the perfect excuse to ignore all those posts and asks while also taking the high ground, people just LEAPED onto it. they wanted to believe it, because it would be more comfortable.

honestly, i understand feeling overwhelmed by bad news, by the number of asks and messages in your inbox, and so on and so forth. i understand needing to set boundaries for yourself so you don't get burned out. i think this is really when you have to have a set of principles to fall back on, even when you're tired, uncomfortable, angry, and/or sad. so here's the one i suggest, which has been working for me best: don't make your discomfort with this situation into someone else's problem, and for god's sake don't make it a public problem.

if you hate seeing fundraiser posts or news about gaza, i can't emphasize this enough, JUST MOVE ON. KEEP YOUR MOUTH SHUT AND SCROLL PAST! all you have to do is absolutely nothing. which is what you were doing anyway, so it shouldn't be hard. if you don't have the heart to read, or reblog, or share, or donate, or support in other ways, at the very least, don't obstruct the efforts of people who ARE trying to make a difference. this is, quite literally, the least you can do.

[ravenlikesbooks]

IM SO TIRED AND OVERSTIMULATED AND MY SISTER KEEPS FUCKING TALKING AND I JUST WANT TO GO HOME BUT I CAN'T FOR A WEEK CAUSE MY PARENTS ARE GONE AND I HAVE A CHURCH TRIP AND AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSASAAAAAAAAAAA