#i want to be alive

[myriad--starlings]

The worst thing a person can do to you after they’ve hurt you is let you live.

That’s how you truly and unmistakably destroy another human being.

I say this with some authority on the matter. ... People will always be drawn to the idea of someone succeeding and becoming something truly glorious after they’ve been ravaged, defiled, very nearly obliterated. But I can assure you there’s nothing magnificent or outstanding about it.

It is no rare, distinguished gift to survive tragedy, disaster, misfortune. ... There’s nothing glorious or wonderful about being a survivor. Those that like to hurt other people know this for a fact. ...

I've learned if you truly want to hurt someone, let them live.

— This Skin Was Once Mine, Eric LaRoca

[batshikns]

i actually love life. gee golly it's crazy.

[hinamie]

matching eye horror for u and ur back-from-the-dead bestie <333

[uncanny-tranny]

I think so many people are so deeply alienated from themselves that they have no clue how to exercise their free will and autonomy. For some, this alienation runs so deep that they are afraid of their own autonomy and humanity. It is completely understandable why one would have those feelings, but it can be worrisome.

I want to help others who feel this way, so here are small things I have done to exercise my free will:

Add "guilty pleasure" songs to playlists and actually listen to them (I have a ton of late 1990s-early 2000s music I listen to now proudly that I never listened to in the past out of shame)

Getting the décor item, bath set, bed spread, ect. in the patterns you like, even if it's "childish" (I got a dinosaur-themed wastebasket from the kids' décor section and I adore it)

Taking a new route to get to a place you go to often

Eat dessert first

Celebrate well, and often

Collect things that are "odd" or don't seem like an "acceptable" thing to collect (somebody on my "for you" page collects dandelion crayola crayons and it was so cool!!!!!!)

Incorporate one new piece in an outfit you wear frequently (e.g., a new chain, a necklace, ribbons, bracelets, ect.). Challenge yourself to add onto the outfits if you feel up for it.

Sing along to songs without worrying that you sound "good" or your intonation is completely accurate

Read a book from a genre you weren't allowed to read as a kid (comics, thrillers, mysteries, anything!)

Walk without having a specific destination or goal

Pick up a new craft without expecting yourself to master it or to ever be "good" enough. Get your hands messy.

I don't want to shame anybody for not feeling as though they have free will or that they are exempt from exercising it. However, I wanted to give ideas so that you might read this list and find your own ways to express your intrinsic autonomy and will. You deserve to be a person, to feel alive, not just living. That is what our lives are for.

[pokimoko]

I can't keep being fundamentally changed as a person by animated movies, it's just not sustainable.

[elizabro]

please consider how you engage with aaron bushnell's death. you may react to it as you will, but it's crucial to remember that his death was specifically a call to action. it was not meant solely to shock but to draw attention to a vast moral hypocrisy: that to many, a soldier dying in a campaign backed by the U.S. government is noble, even if the soldier kills innocents to do so, even if the cause is morally bankrupt--but this? this is insanity. a man taking his own life, on his own terms, in an attempt to help others while hurting nobody else, is somehow less rational and more horrifying than the mass killing of civilians.

of course aaron's death was horrific. but as he said beforehand, it is realistically no more horrific than what's happening in gaza. if we can't stomach this, then why can we stomach children being bombed? thousands being starved? for all that self immolation is, it brings death in a matter of minutes. it is a fraction of the amount of pain, fear, and grief that people in gaza are experiencing. it's just that we are able to quantify it. and this tiny, quantifiable sliver of horror is still so unbelievably awful. how can anyone bear to think about anything else when this horror is happening a millionfold in palestine? this is the question aaron bushnell was asking. and he wanted you to face it, head-on, watching him burn to death.

I've been seeing people make fanart. minimalist graphics to sell on t-shirts. to commodify his death, to mythologize it not a day afterwards, is not only in poor taste but a hindrance to his message. the answer is not commodification, nor is it defeatism, nor is it rejoicing in his death. if you want to honor aaron's legacy, take action. channel your horror and your outrage into making a material change. this wasn't about him. this was about palestine. remember that it was always about palestine.

[bigturtl]

i love lawyer game

[anna-scribbles]

inspired by recent events from my sister’s actual real life

[eyes-of-nine]

pls assume i'm thinking about this moment 24/7 all week every week

[qwiqwiaqwi]

wifeyyy ❤️

[rystiel]

i keep seeing people say the doctor shouldn’t have feelings for rogue because he’s married to river…? river song… who has also married multiple people… one of the most polyamorous characters in the show…?

[shushmal]

my favorite flavor of steddie is like, eddie who is on the cusp of unhealthily obsessed with steve like if you angle it a certain way it would be Toxic™ but it's like a true and sweet enough love that it just falls short like he's not controlling and manipulative and he can do his own thing without steve but his brain is just STEVE STEVE STEVE in the background the whole time. and then you have steve who is looking at eddie like he's the coolest thing in the world, and LOVES eddie, but like in such a lovely mundane way like he daydreams about holding eddie's hand and cooking him breakfast and picking out curtains and planning a fall wedding for them kind of love.

just steve who deserves to be someone's first choice no matter what and eddie who deserves someone who looks at him like he's a regular person who deserves a normal life and chooses every single day to love eddie no matter what

[d-1hater]

honestly one of the main reasons I like dc is that they can’t keep a storyline straight for shit. anything I don’t like is just *not real*. that’s different storyline babes what are you talking about???

like at this point I can consider shit like wfa and hell even well written fanfics as canon bc who knows what’s going on with those funky little people?? certainly not the dc writers

[ministarfruit]

day 15: haunting ♡

(femslashfeb prompt list)

[ram-de]

wither

i said big things about highs and lows. and i get the extreme of each side happens, here and there. but even after a bad day, it's not difficult to me to recover and just, continue the day as it is. and when good day happens, it's also rather easy for me to slip back to what i was-, what i am.

it felt like i'm doing a lot of over-analyzing about myself. thinking like my problem were the biggest of it all, thinking there must be a cause, something to blame and something to be pointed at. but then again my mind isn't the best when it comes to thinking rationally. i know what i'm doing is wrong and yet i let myself do it again and again.

i lament over my inability to do things. but what effort have i done to truly walk past it?

am i being kind to myself for letting myself deteriorate inside, rotting and losing what makes me feel happy? is it kind if i keep seeking substitute for fulfillment in distraction? am i doing myself a favor by indulging in whatever media i consume non-stop? no, i get it. but what else do i have? i felt hollow and lost. why doesn't the same interest actually happen to what's important?

i don't have all the answer. but at this point i'm numb. even comparing myself to others seems so bland and bleak. it doesn't elicit some kind of urgency anymore. it's just there. just adding another to my stash of unattended responsibilities.

in my head, i thought about, "oh. i want to cook someday" or "oh, i want to join a book club," or "i want to volunteer soon," or "i want to take a part-time job" or whatever sudden wishes that gave me a glimpse of future. something that i want to do. but it doesn't last. because i never act on it. and that's dumb. why complain if i do nothing about it.

i function. i breathe. i eat. i sleep. i'm alive. but it doesn't feel like that sometimes.

what a shame. two weeks ago i talk big about happiness and joy and all...

darn it... no one's going to tell me what to do with my life. i wanna pick myself up. i wanna stand and walk somewhere. clean up my mess. do whatever.

[emacrow]

Um.. Superman.. what that thing stuck on your cape?

Clark's brain short circuit for a moment as he just got back of flying at great speed in the middle of deep space to thrown one of Lex's giants bombs destroy the city and come back in record time.

He turn a bit to look at his cape to see a tiny humanoid starlight dust covered child with white hair, glowing full green that look like white specks stars were implanted themselves into his big ol eyes, nawing on a handful of stardust with inhumanly sharp itsy bitsy fangs.

A small yet floating crown that look similar to one of Nasa pictures of far out space.

Did he just accidentally abducted an royal alien child/teen?