#I'm tired and fed up

[tsukiyo-7]

"dO yOu KnOW tHeY'rE bRoThErS" yes baby, I watched the fucking show.

Now repeat after me:

Liking something in fiction doesn't necessarily mean you endorse it in reality.

Fiction doesn't affect reality unless you personally want to.

If you can't separate fictional content from reality you shouldn't engage in such content.

If you don't like something just ignore it, scroll past. Block the tag or the person if you might.

They're not real people, nobody is actually being hurt.

I've been in fandom spaces for the past 10 years; I've been called an abuser, a pedophile, told to kill myself, harrassed, suspended from at least 2 social media platforms due to mass-reporting. The characters may not be real but I certainly am but doesn't look like that has ever stopped antis. And you know what all this changed? Absolutely nothing. I literally don't give a fuck and never will. Learn how to inhabit online spaces and how to respect people or leave, I'm not here to cater to your needs.

[miscfandomwrites]

A/N: This was supposed to say "Bad day" but whoops. I'm tired. anywho, this seriesis inspired by some other authors with their own 'Sunshine series' yet my main take was wanting a main character who is a housewife ish and is fed up with their shit. They're all scared of this rabbit shifter because she's put up with them for this long. There's a whole backstory and lore and such if you want me to get into it, but for now here's 'Bay day' lol

Pairing: (Shifterverse) 141 + Keegan + Konig x Rabbit Shifter! Reader

Warnings: Lots of language, mentions of bodily harm.

Words: 1.3k

Tagging: @tyler-t0t

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Nothing seemed to be going right. 

First, it was a downpour all day, meaning I couldn’t even drive to the farmer’s market since they had announced that they were going to be closed for the weekend since the weather was so severe. 

It also meant that I had to rush outside to the garden in my new, clean, white sundress, getting mud all over it as I hustled the chickens and ducks back into the coop, and ran around gathering all the tomatoes I could find before they split from the excess rain, some of them already splitting as I gathered them into my dress, staining it red and coating it with tomato seeds.

They boys were all on base today, yet weren’t coming home anytime soon both due to the weather and due to the paperwork they were getting held up with from their last couple missions. 

And today was a Sunday, meant to be a relaxing, self-care, pampering day for me, yet here I am, running around like I lost my head. 

I had just started to dry my hair with a kitchen towel before I remembered that there were sheets hanging outside on the line to dry - one of the perks of living with a team I guess, is that even with an industrial washer and dryer, it still didn’t cut the amount of laundry this house went through during the week. 

“Oh for fuck’s sake!” I yelled as I ran back outside, skipping putting on the rainboots and just decided to go barefoot, easily hopping the small gate that kept the animals on the fenced side of the yard. My ears twitched as the rain hit them, and I flattened them against my head as I muttered curses to myself as I tore the sheets off the drying rack and ran back inside, about to toss them into the dryer before I realized my dress had covered them in mud. 

I opened the washer, expecting it to be empty, yet was greeted with the sight and smell of Soap’s mildew-y clothes that have definitely been sitting in the washer for the last two days, unswitched. 

“Motherfucker.”  I hissed as I dropped the sheets on the floor and grabbed a laundry pod and some scent beads, throwing them into the washer and starting his clothes on a hot, heavy washer since half of it was his workout gear. 

I shook my head as I felt some of the water starting to reach my inner ears, causing them to twitch and me to wince and I quickly grabbed a spare cloth and quickly cleaned them out, hating the feeling of water in them. 

I could faintly hear my phone buzzing from upstairs, and I jogged up there only to be greeting with Price’s contact, wanting a voice call.

I answered as I opened the dishwasher, realizing I forgot to start it before I went to bed last night, the pod door still closed tight. 

“Hey love, looks like we might be running even later tonight, there’s a new recruit….” He started as I held the phone between my shoulder and head and tried to start the dishwasher again. 

“What time should I have dinner on the table then?” I interrupted him as he was telling me about how they were going to be training not just one but several new recruits, causing them to be home around eight pm at the earliest. 

“Oh, uh, probably around nine or ten then?” He questioned. 

I just shut my eyes and sighed for a moment, before nodding. 

“I’ll get some stew in the crockpot then, today’s not going too great so I doubt I’ll be up that late.” 

“That’s alright dove, we can just pick up food on the way over.” I heard Ghost’s voice, causing me to pause for a moment. 

“Am I on speaker?” I asked softly. 

“Yeah, we jus’ got out of a meetin’ “ Soap replied. Sounds like everyone was there. 

“I’m implementing a new rule: Set a fucking timer on your phones for your laundry. Next batch that grows mildew in the washer will go into the burnpit.” 

A hushed silence answered me, before I heard a smack! and Soap yelling out. 

That was definitely Gaz. He’s the only one who actually takes care of his laundry on time. 

The washer beeping from downstairs gathered my attention, and I said my round of ‘be safe’ and ‘don’t kill the newbies’ before I hung up and tossed my phone on the couch, only for it to slide off and land on the wooden floor, landing screen-first. 

“Oh that definitely fucking broke.” I sighed, padding over to it and picking it up, wincing as I saw shards of glass left behind on the ground. 

A slew of expletives left me that would’ve left Soap blushing, and I set it face-up on the coffee table and headed downstairs, switching over laundry and starting half of the sheets in the washer before heading back upstairs, and cleaned up the mess my phone made. 

It was around three at this point, so I gathered some thawed meat out of the fridge and some vegetables and went to work putting together and stew for the boys that could be left cooking for the next several hours. Halfway through chopping up the carrots, the dryer buzzed, scaring me enough that I accidentally sliced into my finger instead, causing me to yelp and immediately hold it to myself, using my dress as a pressure dressing as I rushing into the bathroom and yanked out the medkit from under the sink. Only to find it fucking empty. 

I hissed at finding this, heading back into the hallway and pulling open the doors and finding the spare medkit things, disinfecting and wrapping up my fingers. (Turns out I nicked two, not just one.) 

I didn’t bother putting away the items since I knew I needed to refill the medkit anyways, leaving the bloody wrappers and roll of gauze on top of the box.

I headed downstairs, switching laundry again, and set up the drying lines we had in the laundry room for the sheets, carefully setting them up, not noticing spots of blood getting on the edges from my fingers. 

After switching laundry I headed back upstairs, my phone buzzing with an incoming call from Soap, which I didn’t even bother touching as I was not about to get shards of glass into my fingers. 

I finished making dinner, setting it up in the crockpot on medium heat, and didn’t bother cleaning up the kitchen as I collapsed on the couch, about ready to cry my eyes out. 

Instead, I fell asleep, my body exhausted, and about jumped out of my skin when I heard the door open and several voices. 

About thirty minutes had passed, leaving me groggy as shit, blinking sleep out of my eyes as they shuffled inside, dropping off bags of something on the counters as Price made his way to me. 

“I know we’re a little early but-holy fuck, what happened?” He started, causing everyone to immediately stop and head my way, causing me to be crowded by everyone. I could barely keep the tears out of my eyes, explaining that today was just horrible. 

“C’mon, let’s get you out of that dress and into something warm, bun.” Gaz spoke softly to me and Price starting giving instructions to the rest of the boys: Konig and his crew were to take care of the animals and check the perimeter, Ghost was to help with laundry, Soap was on dish duty, Price was going to finish up with putting away the groceries which I later learned were from them going to the farmer’s market ass-early in the morning before the sky opened up to make sure I got what I needed for the week. Keegan took it upon himself to restock the medkit, and helped rebandage my hand as I sat on my bed, Gaz sitting behind me, softly brushing my tangled mess of hair. 

This. This is what a pack was like.

[mars-ipan]

some postgame doodles for pride month

[windsweptinred]

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[bitacrytic]

Korean school violence dramas are always like:

see this poor girl? she's been beaten everyday and dragged across the classroom floor because her mother sells fish. Look at her, she can't afford a new uniform because the rich bullies have torn hers and now she's coming to school in sportswear. Her family is about to be thrown out and she's just watched her older sister sleep with a loan shark to keep the family's debt at bay. She can't read, can't eat, can't think because she's poor and the bullies are ruthless.

HOWEVER...

being rich isn't fun because... when the rich bully goes home, he has to sit at the huge, beautiful dining table and eat alone because his father is too busy to eat with him. uwu.

[lovesodeepandwideandwell]

More ways in which being around my church team is like being around my family: sometime after midnight I had to stop two people from playing pool with the lights on right outside our bedroom door

[hishoukoku]

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[carsonsweebabyturtles]

SGA + Terry Pratchett

Hmm. Going thin on top. Definitely a receding scalp there. Less hair to comb but, on the other hand, more face to wash…

― Terry Pratchett, Feet of Clay

[skywriterjade]

I can not state enough how this is not an official statement. This is simply me using my personal blog to mention some things that have bothered me for a while because I'm tired. I've had a ridiculously long year, and I'm tired. So let me set a few records straight.

To the person continuing their claims that Miraculous Fanworks is unsafe for neurodivergent people, why don't you ever mention that the "mistakes" you made were emotionally abusing at least two members? And attempted manipulation of at least one more? Hm? Why don't you ever mention that the "mistake" that occurred due to your neurodivergence (which you say you got a diagnosis for after the final ban, and still, as a former friend, I am genuinely very happy for you for that and hope it's helped you) was emotional manipulation that included (but was definitely not limited to) threatening to hurt yourself (bad enough that that friend saw fit to contact your family) if that last friend stopped talking to you? Hm? Why do you never mention these things?

The entire admin team is neurodivergent. The majority of our mods are neurodivergent. Do try again. And try better. You were given chances but the rules are there for a reason and that WAS explained to you. In detail. We've got the receipts.

I don't like talking about the event from last year because, it occurred during a time when the server was changing ownership and the chaos of that on top of the event was almost enough to set back all my work in therapy. And that's not a lie or exaggeration. The server changed hands, without much prep and we were in the middle of doing reforms when the incident happened. Is it an excuse? No. A ball was dropped and we're sorry about that. But at a time when everything was in chaos we were simply focused on keeping everything up until a new foundation could be made. That's all I'll say to that since I don't remember if an official statement was ever made off the server. On behalf of the mod team, I am sorry it got so far out of hand and if anyone was hurt during that event.

Now. To another. Yes, three of our 20-something mods are teenagers. Three of them, and they're in the lower ranks. Meaning they watch the general server and have no access to any adult areas. Two of them are unofficial mentees learning IT. None of them have to do more work than what a normal member would if they decided to help us watch the chats. I'm not sure what the exact issue was there, but there you go.

The "No blocking a mod" rule 1) isn't new, it's been there since forever, and 2) does not mean if multiple ppl have one mod blocked they have to unblock them. Frankly if that were the case we'd open a ticket on that mod and find out why. It means, if you don't like this person but they've never done anything to you, you can't have them blocked. Does it suck? Sure, but it's no different to other big servers we've been in. If someone harassed someone else, then we need to investigate. If there's no proof, are we meant to just take someone's word for it? On the internet? No. You have a claim. Supply your evidence, then we can proceed. That's basic effing common sense. It's basic sense.

I am tired. This Fandom has brought me to the brink and back again, and again, and AGAIN, and I am tired.

Anyone who knows me knows what my original feelings on the server were, but you know what I did? I took off my bias shades and built my own opinion of the place based on my experience and observations. And you know what I found? A fuck ton of ppl there sucked, but it was often just certain members and they usually left or got removed. The few others I might not have liked i could ignore. Was it a perfect place, no. And since stepping up I've worked with my team to try to make it better. It's worked but at the expense of the mental health of the admins. In being more relaxed, which we wished was a thing when we were normal members since it makes the server feel more like a community and less like a business, we opened ourselves up to this. And you know what? We'll take it. Gladly.

Because it means we built the home away from home we hoped for.

So, a recap:

To the first person, check yourself.

To the incident, yes, we messed up. Yes, we're sorry.

Why have we not said anything about any of these publicly? Between trying to protect members' privacy and not wanting an incident to occur because frankly, yall are traumatizing af, we decided to just leave it.🤷‍♀️ our members are comfortable, they have many means of telling us if they aren't and we have a peace at last. Why would we stir that nest when the ones who would have to deal with it are 5 ppl just trying to keep a community afloat and live their lives?

Why am we saying something now? WE aren't. I am. And I'M saying something because I'm upset. I had hoped that eventually, someone would do some introspection, and we could continue to have a nice community free of unnecessary lies. There's nothing I detest more in this world than liars and manipulators. NOTHING. I've lived through manipulation that turned to abuse. I'd be damned if I see it continued and not say something when I can.

Are we excusing how the server used to be and might have hurt ppl before? No. Some of our friends were those people. And we were sometimes hurt. But this is a new way it's running. Sure, some things are the same cuz it makes sense. But if yall focus on attributing server members of the past with the server as it is presently, hm🤷‍♀️ do you

Any other questions? By all means, ask. Respectfully, of course, I will answer like for like.

I hope everyone has a great day.

[butts-bouncing-on-the-beltway]

If you've never heard an LRAD go off in person, I *genuinely* do not want to hear your opinion about methods of resistance in the US.

[mhaccunoval]

my spotify won't let me open it or log in or anything. this is the day i die

[hejdzz]

Once in a while I see a post on this hellsite when someone mentions the Vendée uprising and most of the time even if it's not total crap it is just too boring.

Like yeah, we all know about the famous and terrible war the peasants fought with the Republic but did y'all know that they had a false bishop? The man just spent months pretending to be a bishop of some diocese in India and all the insurgents believed him. It was just that much of a mayhem

And their generals were a small but colourful troupe consisting of the stereotypical libertine prince tormented by gout and whatelse, the guy with Too Many Waistcoats, the young man who was either very brave or just desperately wanting to die (maybe both), the Nerdy Nerd, and some more. And their opposition to the revolution was more, well, circumstantial than ideological.

(Not to mention the memorialist girls. I love them my heart is theirs)

Also, the Republican generals weren't all bloodthirsty beasts. Some of them were pretty decent men and for those who were indeed atrocious, the study of their descent can sometimes be surprising. There's always something captivating in learning about the dark side of humans who seemed completely normal isn't it?

Anyways, I'm def not a specialist on this subject, but I am trying my best. It might be just my special interest and most people might not find it as entertaining as I do. However, I still believe that having a better comprehension of what was going on in the West could maybe deepen the understanding of the whole period among the frev people.

[melisusthewee]

WIP Whenever

Thank you for tagging me @greypetrel ! I'm having a bad week, so I don't have much. So um... please enjoy some more sticker-making progress.

I feel kind of bad that none of this is DA-related so I'm not going to tag anyone this time around. Consider yourself tagged if you want to! Now I need to go take a nap.

[gxtzeizm]

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[seekingthestars]

we're doing these workshop things to try to address some of the equity/workflow/workload problems in our department and our facilitator wants everyone to email her "the problem [we'd] like to solve in [our] large team" and how do i politely say i just want people to do their fucking jobs

[feathers-little-nest]

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