#me feel bad and me need to vent

[tufoupiloupary]

went to the school library an hour away cause i couldn't work at home then started feeling icky as soon as i got there..... like short of breath and nauseous and super tingly face, ears ringing and shit which. idk if i'm actually experiencing something out of the ordinary or if it's just my brain focusing too hard on things that are always there to some degree

[lazylittledragon]

so uhhhhhhhh. not to be cryptic and bitchy on main but congratulations to everyone in my messages for like 5 months on being right i guess

[ailithnight]

Just saw a tag someone reblogged with and I...

Do y'all think the DPxDC fandom is dead? Dying?

How do you miss a fandom that is still here?

Y'all do understand that fandoms only die when people stop interacting with them, right?

And, I'll admit, I haven't been seeing as many round robins and prompt fills lately as there was a year or so ago. And that's been a bit sad. But, fuck, life is hard; from what I can tell, many of us are adults; we're living through some pretty major events right now; and sometimes interest and hyperfixations come and go. Can't fault anyone for not being here and interacting as much as before.

Besides, for every username I feel like I haven't seen in a while, I've seen 2 or 3 new (or new to me) names pop up and start posting and reblogging quite a bit. I think we're hardly dead if there are still people to discover still posting.

I don't know, it just... feels dismissive I guess. I'm still here at least. Still reaching out. Been reblogging a lot of stuff lately from myself, hoping something'll reach someone new who wants to add on and keep it going. Cause that's always been my favorite part of this fandom. The back and forths and round robins. Bouncing ideas around and building something new out of the old blocks.

You don't gotta miss it. I'm still here and I know some other folks are too and all those old blocks, the prompts and headcanons and aus and round robins. S'all still here, just waiting for people to come and play with us.

[softhe4rted]

on loneliness jenny slate / japanese breakfast, posing for cars / corinne von lebusa, big glow / dadushin / alejandra pizarnik, tr. me / fka twings, home with you / avocado_ibuprofen / fiona apple, left alone / anne carson, “the anthropology of water”, plainwater / kiki smith, free fall / alejandra pizarnik, diaries

[artsymeeshee]

one of those nights

[piecesofchess]

Tartarus is still a little broken and that's Fun !

[sketchy-tour]

A wilting flower is not always beyond healing. It'll just take time.

[rosy-crow]

On one hand, I need to calm the fuck down about Sephiroth and stop giving into Twitter to debate lore. I KNOW I’m better than this lmao.

On the other hand, I see people genuinely angry about “how Crisis Core ruined Sephiroth by killing part of his agency through Genesis,” and “how having friends made him less cool,” and “how all the Compilation is humanizing him too much and taking away his mystery,” and “how he went evil for no reason,” and “how he was always an asshole that saw himself as superior to others and only broke down because he found out he wasn’t all that.”

I see unironic worship of “canon” traits he has that apparently mark him as a perverted alpha daddy dom sex god instead of the actual raging, delusional murderer with a loathing for all life he becomes for a reeeeeeeally key and important reason.

I see remarks like “I hate how First Soldier is ruining my favorite character and taking away more of his agency,” when said “favorite character” is Sephiroth’s most surface-level traits as a villain with no further depth and he has to be cool and perfect 100% of the time or else he isn’t Sephiroth anymore and he’s suddenly “badly written.”

That’s not the same character.

Yes, I know.

Why am I mad that one of the most beautifully designed and canonically objectified and powerfully portrayed and sensually voiced and thirstily fawned over characters in video game history is being reduced to singular traits???

I don’t know.

How can I demand the luxury of rage when faced with such odds.

What did I expect.

Yeah, this one’s on me.

[wh0r3zzz]

Why the fuck am I still here.

[genericpuff]

vent post

[borderlinereminders]

Without fail, every time I post a positive post about it being okay to have feelings (anger, sadness, etc), someone always has to comment “yeah but it doesn’t give you the right to treat people poorly because of them.”

No one said it did. And I understand the sentiment but it just rubs me wrong for some reason and I’m not sure why.

I think that even with good intentions, it just rubs me wrong because I’m a BPD blog so maybe it feels like someone is making an assumption even if they’re not intending to?

I don’t know. I don’t want to add a disclaimer to every one of my posts and I’d like to just post positivity without the negativity added because it’s exhausting to read.

Also don’t get me wrong. People have a right to express opinions. I’m just needing to vent because I’m having feelings about it.

[stillgotscars]

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[cimacally]

I'm not my best friend's best friend and it really pisses me tf off

[kelpermoosee]

Knocking them over and watching them scramble to get up with those big ass heads

[seventh-district]

LET’S FUCKING GOOOOOO

[leorioscanonwife]

♡ “You’re Allowed to Be Loved Too”♡ (A Leorio x Jolie fanfic)

✎ Hurt/Comfort, Wholesome, Venting,

✎ Hunter x Hunter Fanfic, Leorio x Oc, Leorio x Self insert, College au

✎ 770 words

Made this because I was feeling depressed and needed someone to comfort me. Didn’t have anyone irl so I used Leorio <3

Jolie was quiet.

Too quiet.

Which was weird, because she was usually the type to fill every room she walked into—messy giggles, weird jokes, “accidentally” dropping glitter in places it didn’t belong. Even when she was upset, she usually had a joke on standby. Something dumb. Something to make other people feel okay.

But tonight, she just sat on the dorm bench, legs pulled up to her chest, hoodie sleeves hiding her hands. Her bubblegum pink sketchbook lay forgotten at her side.

Leorio spotted her from across the courtyard, slowing down when he noticed the slouch in her shoulders. He hadn’t even heard her make her usual “what’s up, doc” quip.

That was his first clue.

“Hey,” he said, gently, walking over. “What’re you doing out here? It’s cold.”

Jolie didn’t look at him. She just blinked, like she hadn’t even realized she was crying until he spoke. “Oh. Hi.”

His chest tightened. “Scoot.”

She moved, and he sat beside her.

They were both quiet for a moment. Then she muttered, “Sorry I didn’t come to movie night. I didn’t wanna ruin the vibe.”

“What?” he said, eyebrows pulling together. “Jolie, you are the vibe.”

She gave him a watery laugh that faded almost immediately. “Nah. I’m just the dumbass who tries too hard to make everyone laugh because if they’re laughing, they’re not… I don’t know. Hating me, I guess.”

Leorio’s throat clenched.

Jolie wiped her cheek with the back of her hand. “I keep thinking if I can just be nice enough, or funny enough, or useful enough, then people will… like me. Or at least not hurt me. Like in high school, I’d carry three different lunch boxes just so I could share with people and they wouldn’t throw stuff at me again.” She laughed, but it cracked. “I got really good at juggling.”

Leorio was silent. Listening.

“I know I’m annoying sometimes,” she whispered. “I know I talk too much and make weird jokes and wear dumb outfits and overshare and cry at stupid things, but I just—” Her voice shook. “I just wanna make people happy so they don’t hate me. But it’s exhausting. And the worst part is, no matter how hard I try, I still kind of hate myself anyway.”

She finally looked at him, eyes bloodshot and shining under the courtyard lights.

“I just wanna be someone people don’t give up on.”

Leorio didn’t say anything right away. He reached out, gently tugging her into his chest, arms wrapping around her tight like she might fall apart if he let go.

“You don’t have to earn your right to exist, Jolie,” he said quietly, his voice rough. “You don’t have to set yourself on fire to keep everyone else warm. And for the record?” He leaned his chin on her head. “Nobody with a functioning brain hates you.”

Jolie let out a weak laugh. “That narrows it down.”

He smiled a little, brushing a hand through her hair. “You’re not annoying. You’re you. Ridiculous and messy and shiny and bright and sometimes loud, yeah. But you’re one of the most alive people I’ve ever met. And I know it feels like you’ve gotta keep dancing or you’ll get pushed back into the dark, but… you’re allowed to sit down. You’re allowed to rest.”

She sniffled into his buttoned up shirt. “You’re being weirdly poetic right now. Is this a side effect of medical school?”

“It’s a side effect of caring,” he muttered. “Shut up and let me be soft, damn it.”

Jolie smiled, really smiled this time,and then without thinking, she turned and wrapped her arms around him. Tight. Her face pressed into his chest. Warm. Real.

“Thanks,” she whispered, “for not giving up on me.”

Leorio froze.

Absolutely, entirely froze.

His ears went red first. Then the blush hit his cheeks like a slap. His brain short-circuited halfway through the thought she’s hugging me she’s hugging me she’s hugging me oh my god she smells like strawberries and paint I’m gonna die here.

He awkwardly cleared his throat, arms hovering in the air like he forgot what to do with them. Then, slowly, he hugged her back.

“…Anytime,” he said, trying to sound normal even though he felt like his heart had just learned how to do backflips. “Seriously.”

She stayed there a minute longer, eyes closed.

And Leorio stared ahead into the night, heart hammering, face glowing red, trying really hard not to grin like a total idiot.