#my anger also passed

[mishkakagehishka]

I'm feeling normaler

[lemongogo]

they should get to kill each other at least twice .i think

[zvmz]

Lovers quarrel 🤷🏼‍♀️

[starrysharks]

"ugh, don't you understand?! everything needs to be exact, perfect! that's the nature of science!"

dr savory, the deuteragonist of reassassination. a scientist with a short temper and desire for control, he runs a small back-alley clinic in postmortem, conducting twisted experiments on himself and others.

[possamble]

I'm not allowed to be on social media for more than two seconds today but I just wanted to say that Laios will absolutely have his own reaction to all this as someone who would die for Falin but has also imprinted on Marcille as his Emotional Support Comphet White Girl Not-Girlfriend along the way

[which-qsmp-egg-would]

HEY. YOU.

I AM GRIPPING YOU AND EVERYONE ELSE BY THE SHOULDERS. CRINGE IS DEAD. FANWORKS REIGN SUPREME. I LITERALLY JUST FINISHED ANOTHER DRAWING OF MY EGG OC'S WHILE PROCRASTINATING ON THEIR LORE.

Also don't worry, the summer camp event won't be the only event I do, you can join the playdates at any time (and even initiate your own events! I'll be so excited if you do!!!)

aaaand I also would be so super excited to see your eggsona because I'm always excited to see eggsonas :D That's kind of my thing over here lol.

(I hope you don't mind me calling you out, @raineedayss )

[leblogreblog]

Being a Cahir fan from the time before the show came out is so weird cause-

That's. That's litteraly a completely different character.

[muirmarie]

trying to search for literally anything on the world wide web is a nightmare these days, but special shout out to youtube dot com for truly having the most godawful search results possible, I would have better luck shouting into the wind and hoping a squirrel brings me an acorn with what I'm looking for chiseled into it, I loathe it with every fiber of my being, the search results are my personal hell and I would like to drag youtube dot com down to that hell with me with my bare bloodied hands

[alisaint]

she lives in my head rent free all utilities paid but that's okay because i am a generous soul and it's of no expense to me i have the money it's fine. no this isn't causing me any kind of serious psychic or spiritual damage bro why do you ask

[rueririn]

Aight, this is somehow not the first comment I have gotten about this. How.

So I write a fic about metal arm Nami and blind Usopp time travelling. And readers come in complaining because Nami didn't need to lose and arm and Usopp didn't need to be blind. They'd have preferred OCs if they were going to be disabled, or canon versions if they were going to time travel.

Now first of all, why do you feel the need to comment how much you don't want to read my story? Why do you feel the need to commend to tell me what you want my story to be when you're not even looking for something in the same goddamn subgenre?

Deadass, if you had a problem with the literal concept of the story why are you here. The summary is four fucking sentences long how do you see 'disabled nami/blind usopp' on the summary, tldr, and tags, and still come in complaining that there are disabled canon characters? Why are you in the archive if you can't read?

Also, what the fuck does that even mean? "authors have a hard-on for disabilities" maybe you need to get your ableist fuckhead out of your ass I've been writing fics with disabled characters for longer than you've apparently had reading comprehension

[lpsgirl109]

I think if more people were put in my shoes they'd understand why I react the way I do to certain things

[caught-in-the-filter]

Feeling some type of way about the SAer among other things winning AGAIN, and FL’s reproductive rights amendment not passing even with the majority vote wanting it.

It’s not just about abortion. It’s never just about abortion. It’s about healthcare and basic human rights.

It’s about my first ever gynecology appointment, with a female gynecologist because I’d thought that would be both “safer” and “purer” than letting a man see and touch me “down there” unwed even in a medical setting. It’s about the fact that she didn’t believe I was a virgin in my early twenties. It’s about the fact that my mom, thank god she was there, had to insist more than once on a pediatric speculum on my behalf before the doctor finally listened and switched it, because I didn’t know there were different sizes they could use. It’s about the fact that the doctor didn’t listen when I fucking *begged* her to be patient and go slower because the speculum hurt so badly because I’d never had anything inside me before. It’s about the fact that I had to pretend I was fine when I stood up from that uncomfortable table-seat afterwards and realized she’d made me bleed. It’s about the fact that all my life I was told I’d go to hell for something like that, that even a medical procedure could make me somehow “impure” because it broke something inside me even out of necessity. It’s about the fact that I had to quietly panic-research “hymen” and how that even works because we are not taught our own anatomy in school because it and our mere existence is “inappropriate.” It’s about the fact that even the somewhat neutral resources I found contradicted each other, so I still don’t fully understand my own body or what actually happened that day when I bled.

It’s about the fact that raising concerns about excessive menstrual bleeding and painful cramps resulted in the doctor asking simply, “Do you want birth control or ibuprofen?” It’s about the fact that growing up in conservative churches made it clear that abstinence was the only way to live out of wedlock, and the best and purest form of birth control, that taking anything for it meant I had sexual intentions, which would mean I was going to hell for being a whore even if they couldn’t physically stone me to death for it anymore then. It’s about the fact that my only options are to fuck with my hormones and cycle in hopes it helps a little, or give myself future stomach ulcers I didn’t know then could be a side effect of NSAIDs. It’s about the fact that I have to pop that ibuprofen like candy anyway so I don’t feel like I’m dying for at least a week every month. It’s about the fact that so many with even worse complications than me need a non-existent future husband’s *permission* to be able to get hysterectomies even when it’s 100% necessary, because some hypothetical man that doesn’t exist has more say over her body and what it endures than she does.

It’s about the fact that my mom’s doctors ignored her uterine fibroids until they were so big that her uterus was fused to her bladder and she was bleeding so heavily and irregularly until someone finally listened and didn’t just say, “Lose weight,” which is a whole other degrading issue. It’s about the fact that her previous doctor *knew* about the fibroids and didn’t tell my mom, just gave her a passing, “Oh, they got even bigger?” in the office to her surprise, when it was too late to do the minimally-invasive laparoscopic version of the procedure which they could have done if he’d mentioned them sooner. It’s about the fact that she’d already had two kids and a miscarriage in-between and a tubal ligation, and her doctors still ignored her medical needs for years. It’s about the fact that her surgery was years ago and things have only gotten worse. It’s about the fact that as my cramps and bleeding only get worse, as ibuprofen hurts more than it helps, I’m afraid to start birth control only for the chance it could be taken away completely. It’s about the fact that I’m afraid to *not* be on birth control because rapists get congratulations and powerful offices and applause, but I’d get sent to jail or sent to my death with the consequences of their actions. It’s about the fact that I don’t know if I could find a doctor who would sterilize me by my own choice. It’s about the fact that I can’t afford, nor afford to take time off work for, an invasive surgery I shouldn’t have to endure just to keep myself safe.

It’s about the fact that every fucking day, all day, Hims and Viagra and however many other erectile disfunction ads are broadcast in every medium “for better performance in bed.” It’s about the fact that I am expected and required to not want anything to do with any performance in bed, while simultaneously expected to take it with a smile if a man wants it of me. It’s about the fact that in either case, I am the only one who’s considered impure. It’s about the fact that merely wearing shorts in an increasingly hotter climate is seen as “asking for it” but wearing full coverage in spite of it is seen as “needing to lighten up.” It’s about the fact that even if I were married and procreating on purpose and did every single thing The Right Way, but “God decided it wasn’t my time to have a child,” that we would both be left to bleed to death, that I would be left to bleed to death in my grief when at least I could be saved. It’s about the fact that that’s not an exaggeration and is happening all over the US because doctors are either restricted or afraid or agree with the bans themselves.

It’s about the fact that it’s not just about me, but the response to my outrage and grief is, “Why do you care if you’re not having sex? You’re not planning to need an abortion anyway, right?” It’s about the fact that yes it still very fucking much is about me, and about you, and about the people in your life you at least pretend to or think you care about. And it’s about the fact that we need to frame it as “your daughters, your wives, etc.” because you can’t possibly be expected to care about anyone you don’t already think you own and/or anyone outside your immediate periphery beyond “sending thoughts and prayers” when the system you praise and kill for is the root of the problem. It’s about the fact that even then, so many of you would rather see you’re so-called loved ones dead too than see them not conforming to your hypocritical ideas of perfection and righteousness. It’s about the fact that you think that’s somehow better and destined and even merciful. It’s about the fact that you think all this death is somehow “pro-life” or simply write it off as collateral damage like it’s their fault. And it’s about the fact that you can’t even see just how misguided and horrible you are through those pretty stained glass windows. I know, I lived inside them too, I believed you that we were being good and doing the right thing and thinking the right way too, I hadn’t actually read the book we were hitting people with then myself yet either, but then I grew up and learned what you really mean, what any of it really means, and that that book is a weapon wielded for power and to enforce compliance in a corrupt system masquerading as holy. I pity you, I pity me, I pity all of us. But I am *enraged* on behalf of the people who have already suffered and lost so much because we live in a world that refuses to see women first and foremost as human, and refuses to see humans beyond our own selves as deserving of the most basic decency and autonomy.

[newvision]

Poems/books for being seventeen?

Silas Denver Melvin, from Grit

I saw an exquisite pink and blue shell on the sea-bottom. I dove for it, and held it, smooth and hollow in my hand all the morning. I decided it was a lucky charm, and that I would keep it. I am surprised that I have not lost it, for I lose everything. Today it is still pink and warm as it lies in my palm, and makes me feel like crying.

Françoise Sagan, from Bonjour Tristesse (1954) // movie still from Bonjour Tristesse (1958)

Kara Jackson, Teenagers Are Not Exempt From Poetry (read full prose piece here)

Some recommendations of books I’ve read that deal with girlhood or being a teenager (not my faves, but enjoyable. Probably wouldn’t read them again, but objectively literature that might be of interest to you):

Brutes — Dizz Tate

The Virgin Suicides — Jeffrey Eugenides

The Ice Palace — Tarjei Versaas

Teenage Wasteland — Anne Tyler

Normal People — Sally Rooney

My Dark Vanessa — Kate Elizabeth Russell

We Were Liars — E. Lockhart

my notes on each recommendation:

SEVENTEEN: Exactly what being seventeen felt like to me. He has absolutely beautiful poetry on age, Seventeen is the first of those in the collection. I’ve loved measuring my growth by how I relate to these poems. You can download the entire collection for free, just check out his account @sweatermuppet, I’m sure he has a link somewhere (or drop him an ask)! One of my favourite collections, it really embodies the feeling of being young, so the rest of the poems might also be of interest to you. I find myself rereading them all of the time. Love your work, Silas! Can’t wait for more poetry

BONJOUR TRISTESSE: I don’t remember the protagonist’s age exactly, but the author was seventeen when she wrote it. Very breezy, very summery, contains the whole spectrum of teenage emotions, from raging anger to audacious freedom. The protagonist is both astute and very childish. This book is so obviously written by a teenager, and I mean this as the highest compliment. You don’t get adults writing about being seventeen like that. She is seventeen. Seventeen is this story’s essence. I haven’t seen the movie, but it’s on my watchlist. Heard it’s good though!

TEENAGERS ARE NOT EXEMT FROM POETRY: I read this the other day and think it would have been very affirming for teenage me, who felt insecure about reading and writing poetry. Some lines really stuck with me and I think the writer’s youthful voice captures the solace teenagers might find in poetry very well. There is a freshness to that discovery. I remember reading Ginsberg for the first time and life feeling ten times wider even though my English was not broad enough for me to understand his work in its entirety. Discovering art at that age is a privilege, I believe most people will struggle to feel the same awe and wonder in later years. The author of this prose piece mentions many different poems that might interest you!

BRUTES: Read it last year and honestly found it kind of disappointing. Very interesting style, though, as most (all?) of it is written from the perspective of a group of teenage girls, using ‘we’ and ‘us’ instead of ‘I’ and ‘me’. I think I would have liked it a thousand times more, had I read it earlier in life. Fantastic book cover

THE VIRGIN SUICIDES: Very obviously written by a man, but nevertheless an interesting study of teenage love and obsession (there’s an excellent movie adaptation by Sophia Coppola!)

THE ICE PALACE: If I remember correctly, the protagonists are younger than seventeen, but it’s a very moving story about how young people grieve. Norwegian author, which I found very interesting, as I haven’t read a lot of Scandinavian literature

TEENAGE WASTELAND: Not for me, this one! But you might have different taste. After reading some reviews, it seems like people either hate or love this short story

NORMAL PEOPLE: I am not a huge Sally Rooney fan, but I do understand why people adore her so much. I thought Conversations With Friends was a better book, but that’s partly because I found it more relatable. Normal People is a very intelligent story on young love, class differences and the reality of many relationships. The opposite of a ‘happily ever after’ book, left me feeling unresolved and unsatisfied, as I believe it intended

MY DARK VANESSA: I’m not sure if recommending this too a teenager is wise, but it is certainly a very good book. Heavy stuff, though. Deals with emotional manipulation and violence directed at a teenaged girl in form of a predatory relationship. Rarely read something that made me feel so uneasy by manipulating me as the reader. I read it as a teen and it impressed me very much! Be safe, please. If you are easily disturbed, check any content warnings!

WE WERE LIARS: Something suspenseful that will suck you in, a summer-y and kind of light book. Definitely entertainment literature, but there’s nothing wrong with that. Probably won’t change your life, but also won’t bore you. Cool friendship dynamics between teenagers!

[hinokas-abs]

my number one flaw as a dc fan is that i’m a dc fan. my second is that i’m just a massive hater

[certified-anakinfucker]

i miss mace windu. where is he. is he safe. is he alright.