#nobody believes me. nobody fucking believes me.

[treba-neco-napise]

first of all, can we fucking target CEOs trying to replace workers (ESPECIALLY ARTISTS) with AI who absolutely cannot be???? second of all when you put "e-mail template" into the search engine it gives you a million links to html formatting to make your e-mail pretty. i don't fucking want to make it pretty, i want to make it socially acceptable. also i was gonna reply directly to that post but mid-paragraph sighed, told myself "it's not worth the energy" and backed out. so right now i'd like to say, as someone who doesn't identify as pro-AI but "AI is fucking complicated and I'm killing AI crypto bros with hammers WHILE tumblr anti-Ai purists make me feel unsafe and was once kicked off a fandom discord server over mentioning using AI once when it wasn't even in the server rules and I didn't even get to talk to the admin about it", what I'm wanting is getting to talk shit out when I have nobody else I feel safe talking to. I have a depressive episode and need step-by-step support in getting out of it. Searching for one (1) recipe for this thing is stressing me out so much I won't do it at all if I'm not asking AI because I have this autistic decision-OCD thing (or, the chidi anagonye condition lmao) and I'd go through like 50 articles before compiling them all into one for The Ultimate Recipe and fucking it up. There's a concept I want to explore and there's zero articles on it but I know it's real and if I don't get it out my brain won't let me move on to other shit. Like I have done my fucking research on so many of the moral aspects (I'm just gonna say that the water consumption of AI and the meat production industry right now are incomparable, one of them can be beneficial to humanity and the other is slaughtering literal living creatures after keeping them in awful conditions so like. depending on your priorities i guess, enjoy your steak) and personally do not believe complete abstinence is the way to progress as a society, let's make some limits and boundaries AND FUCKING LEGISLATIONS but most importantly, don't fucking target random people, especially when a lot of them are disabled and using AI for stuff a rich person would hire a personal assistant for. like if you can hire a whole-ass person to be available 24/7, good for you, I fucking cannot. I'm this close to panicking every time I need to write a formal e-mail because I have trauma and it's a skill I wasn't taught so if I decide to use an available tool I know is incapable of judging me to finally learn the skill and function better as a person, fucking lock me up for not living up to your standards of moral purity. bye.

can you guys at least try to pick a more worthy target than emails and job applications. like if you want anyone to take you seriously can you maybe choose a slightly less universally despised and miserable busywork task. just a thought from the sidelines. like at least when you were all obsessed with bemoaning the death of the soul of art we could talk about duchamp’s urinal and have a good laugh. this is just pathetic. won’t someone please think of the emails

[hresvelged]

"Is this your doing?"

She's too tired and sore to care about whatever threats Edelgard's retainer might try and throw her way. The minute she finds her, Yunaka grabs her by the shoulder and pushes her somewhere quiet, somewhere where they hopefully won't be seen by anyone who wants to intervene.

Her voice comes out in a furious hiss as she glares at the Emperor. "Is this your big plan? The war you wanted to stop the church?"

She said they wouldn't be hurt. And like a fucking idiot, Yunaka believed her at her word.

Rage and fury makes her hands shake. She clenches them tightly at her sides. "You said that nobody from Elyos would get hurt." She snarls. "If anything has happened to them...I'll be the one to pay it back myself, do you understand me?"

The moment Yunaka ushered her aside, she knew what would follow. It made sense, certainly— That, after indulging a secret as large as she did, the events to follow only seemed to align with sheer chaos and crimson flames engulfing all they once knew. She isn't oblivious to this reasoning. Even so, she will not take the fall. "No," she says in a harsh whisper. "You're mistaken."

For as frustrated as Edelgard is, all she can do is hope to sew the truth in a world tainted by lies; one that Yunaka may hope to understand.

"Recall the situation we find ourselves in." She keeps her words level; spoken in a hissed declaration than sentences for only her to hear. "If I was the one who caused this, would it not be foolish of me to stand here with everyone else? That only invites trouble, does it not?"

"Besides." Her eyes drop towards the professor's shaken fists, keeping distance between the two. "To accuse myself is to say the Empire is capable of all those foes and more that have stood in our way. Do you truly believe this? " But she knows who wants ribbons of doubt shredded apart. Who else holds a seed of hatred towards the church, sewn so deep that they continue to hide and manipulate from their well obscured shadows. She could tell Yunaka. Surely, that may ease the tension. Or, it may only make the grandiose story only stranger.

Her arms cross. "If anyone from Elyos found themselves injured, it is not because of myself. Taking revenge on me wouldn't grant you what you seek. Direct that anger elsewhere." A breath. "The best course of action you can take is abiding by my words. I don't expect you to believe me. I hardly even anticipate anything I say to be taken with heart. Even so, remember this— I will prove to you. The war you're thinking of.. It has yet to begin."

[boreal-sea]

And my main statement still stands as well: it is not ok to discriminate or hate every person assigned male at birth because this was not something they had any control over.

I can only speak from the perspective of American patriarchy here.

American patriarchy serves exactly one kind of man: a cisgender, heterosexual, abled, neurotypical, white Christian man, the richer the better. He is on top of the hierarchy, and all others are below him. Other men can gain some access to some privileges, but the all bounty is not bestowed upon them.

And, for the record, this access to privilege is conditional. A man can be ejected from the top of the hierarchy in a myriad of ways.

Yes, American patriarchy hurts men. All you have to do is look at black men or queer men to see how the "wrong man" performing masculinity is seen as a threat to the cishet white patriarchy of this country. It takes an intersectional approach to see this, however. That is why I recommend reading bell hooks and Kimberlé Crenshaw so much. American patriarchy takes the very same traits it applauds in a cishet white man and turns those into demonic, frightening qualities in anyone else who tries to perform them. These people are viewed as threats to the hierarchy of American patriarchy.

It is not good or healthy for any man to be coerced from childhood into performing toxic masculinity in order to gain privilege. Many men, even those whom American patriarchy is actually "for", are still damaged by the very system they conform to, uphold, and in many cases like.

I did not say "nobody wants it to exist".

There are in fact many people who want American patriarchy to exist because they don't view it as harmful. Americans are raised from a very young age to think that the hierarchy of American patriarchy is how a healthy and productive society should function. White men are the ideal men, white women are the ideal women, and everyone else should strive to be like them. Men should be the breadwinners, women should take care of the home and children. This is baked into our society at its core. Men and women both support the system continuing because they view it as stable, as safe, as functional. The very idea of the "American family" is patriarchal.

51% of white women voted this past election to uphold American patriarchy. It is a system beloved by both men and women.

So, who is enforcing American patriarchy? Americans. Anyone you meet walking down the street. Certainly the majority of white people. Men, women, even trans people -- everyone. We're all raised in it, and every one of us who has said "hey wait that's fucked up" has had to choose to unlearn the culture we were steeped in since birth. It takes active effort to say "hold on. I don't actually believe the patriarchy when it tells me men are naturally aggressive and violent and women are passive and weak".

This is the culture we've been raised in since we were assigned a sex at birth based on the shape of our genitals -- an event that we, as a newborn, had no control over. An event that determined how society was going to treat us. And it's pretty uncool to hate an entire group of people for something they had no control over.

Actually feminists want you to shut the fuck up about how much you hate men and males. Yeah we voted. We decided it's actually super uncool to hate half of humanity due to something beyond their control.

[eliotwaughdeservesbetter]

I'm cruel and evil to myself and that's why my first post in this year is gonna be something angsty.

Tommy can't stand seeing Evan Buckley sad. There was only one time when he could go away from these glassy eyes and sad pout. So when the first thing he sees after opening his door is crying Evan, he certainly lets him in, hugs him, makes him tea and just comforts him.

After awhile Evan tells him about Eddie leaving to Texas. He tells him everyone always leaves him, Maddie, Eddie, Abby, Tommy. Nobody stays for him because he's so unlovable. And Tommy cracks, he kisses Evan's eyes, nose, tears, lips, every sm of Evan's face. And he tells him he loves him and he left because he was scared. He asks if Evan can take him back, if Evan can believe him again. And Evan says yes.

That's a beautiful night. That's the best night Tommy's had since the breakup. He gets to keep his love again and he's so fucking happy.

They take it slow now, no moving in, more talking, more going to lgbt friendly places and Buck exploring his new me but with Tommy by his side. They spend Christmas together and they kiss at new year and that's so good, Tommy thinks he dreams.

Everything falls down when at their 1 year anniversary of their first meeting Buck breaks his heart as he predicted. Evan was crying while telling him he can't see them together for a long run anymore. He tried but he realised it wasn't the love, he was just clinging and he's sorry but he can't pretend anymore.

Tommy could tell he didn't see that coming but he'd be lying. He just refused to believe he actually was right. He didn't want to see his future without Evan anymore but he can't trap him, he isn't his last but Evan is surely his. And if Evan wants to find someone perfect for him, who's Tommy to stop him? His heart won't be healed but he will know that somewhere there his love, the man, who'll held his heart forever, will be happy and this knowing will help him to survive.

[elytrafemme]

well whoever it was who tried to switch in is gone i think. hashtag slay moment

[chappellrroan]

[romantic-misty]

about this kind of posts... I finally have to say smth because I'm annoyed both ways:

(sorry OP, I don't wanna offend you - I wanna offend some sort of ppl)

you shouldn't tell people your (actually human's) basic needs, if you need to beg for bare minimum it's not your fault they don't show effort nor even ask anything because it doesn't cross their mind to do simplest things somehow, they're just egoistic non caring assholes and you repeating yourself won't help much

some ppl can't truly guess some stuff which means they also can not question you on the matter they have no idea about so sure! speak your mind - tell 'em what you like and hopefully they will understand and remember - nobody is a telepath and you should inform others about your thoughts from time to time instead of forcing them to always jump around you or else "they don't give a fuck about you" or smth as it's probably untrue

just because EVERYONE doesn't mean you also have to be like this - if someone is manipulating/forcing you to do things you don't wanna because it's "normal" - believe me, it's not and even if - you have a right to be "weird" so different

not everyone has to say YES forever to something, people have moods and change their mind, remember to explain or at least tell someone you aren't in the mood or changed your mind but also don't forget asking each other if someone is into smth at the current moment unless otherwise specified like "you always can hug me unless I tell you to stop" and such, mistakes and accidental crossing boundaries happen but most important thing are good intention and a lot of discussing, don't break someone's trust constantly proving it wasn't a one time thing

if you weren't assertive enough and someone took advantage of you - don't blame yourself for not saying NO (especially if they were constantly making you feel unsafe to actually stop them or brainwashed you into thinking you want this etc.) - they should check if you're fine with smth and not use the fact you froze and was unsure or didn't have time to set certain boundaries, topis should also continue after certain actions and you can go back to it anytime! no matter what others say - it's never too much for the right person <3

you doing something you hate or what even traumatises you to meet someone's needs because it's compromise... no, it's not - if you're not enough for someone doesn't mean smth is wrong with you - it's probably not a match and that is ok! you will be loved elsewhere by being yourself, if someone cares more about their needs than hurting you with them then they're not a good person (yes, it's mostly about sexual needs) - and no, cheating isn't a proof you didn't give them enough, they can always leave but they're cowards and want to have both :)

if you sh or have depression - don't assume no one gives a shit about you just because they don't question you when you say "I'm fine" - harsh truth - even tho I totally understand why you say that phrase still nobody has to do anything besides accepting it - they might feel like you don't wanna talk about it as it's either personal or you don't trust them enough and maybe just prefer to take your mind out of this as topic is triggering so they won't risk making you feel even worse, say the truth or tell them why you don't wanna talk about certain things because lying to people might make them truly believe you, they have their own issues too they can be occupied with, they can be simply tired and even feel hurt that you don't want to open up to them or show their respect in this way and let you have space - you don't know what's in their mind so if you assume smth about them then think how they feel when you decide to hide the truth from them - as I said, you still have reasons and maybe right to but it doesn't make them immediately evil for not doing more/what you want without you actually TELLING them, I know it's hard and scary and some don't even deserve to know but there are those who truly love you and will understand and will help/support you - you're not a burden! I am aware you don't wanna worry anyone but you can as it's part of being a friend/partner/family and if someone acts like an ass towards you by calling you an attention seeker - they are the problem, not you

silent treatment is manipulation and if you try to show you being offended by that instead of trying to talk things through first you are not good, sorry not sorry

balance is everything but ppl don't wanna meet half way EVER so...

your needs motherfucker do you speak them

[brainrotcharacters]

the easy grip on the knife. the leg over the seat. the hand over the other seat. the sassy "come get it" move. you know the bitch is smiling behind that mask even as he said the line.

[keferon]

Did you think I was done? Ahahahaha no, I have more.

Because chapter 70 of MOMU gave me the very dynamic between them that I missed so much, I just blacked out and started drawing uncontrollably lmao

Also. ALSO. I noticed a while ago that Prowl has the habit of..like…constantly frowning. So. I did a bit of research and made this graph.

In 70 chapters, Prowl frowns rougly 104 times. And the intensity of this gesture is very clearly correlated with the development of his relationship with Jazz, as you can see ahahahahah It might be wrong tho don’t take me seriously I’m not good with graphs

[teaboot]

I have no illusions of what I am. I’m a rent-a-cop. A mall cop. A babysitter for adults. I’m nobody’s boss, or dictator, and most of my employed purpose is to be a scarecrow for people who think I have some kind of power or authority.

I’m not allowed to touch anyone, and I don’t want to. Im not allowed to carry a weapon of any kind, and I don’t want to. Im not allowed to chase anyone or yell at anyone, and I don’t want to. I firmly believe, one hundred percent, that the vast majority of conflicts can be handled without violence by simply talking, listening, offering resources, and keeping your own ego in check. Remaining humble and treating others as though they are doing the best they can.

I’m good at my job, and I like my job, and I like feeling like I can help people, even unpleasant or unkind or irrational people. Especially those people, because life is fucking hard when nobody is happy to see you and everyone expects the worst from you.

It’s a necessity that I cooperate with police sometimes. Arson, assaults, stuff like that. And every few months, a cop tells me I should apply to become a cop. That I’m good with ‘difficult people’ and they need extra hands.

And like

Every time, it’s a little bit tempting

I don’t want power. Being in the authority position I HAVE, as small as it is, is exhausting. I don’t like how other security guards talk about addicts and homeless people, and while the cops I’ve met aren’t as crass, I’m skeptical that the outlook on that side of the fence is any better.

But like. I’ve had friends tempted over that way, and they think they can do good from the inside, and I want to believe them

I know a single cog that ticks against the rhythm gets either ground down into shape or gets spit out in pieces, but I want to think it could alter the machine just a tiny bit, you know? If it held out long enough

I don’t believe police are vital or even NECESSARY for half the shit that goes down in this city, but like

Even here, in my two-bit nothing-ass Paul Blart career, I've helped people

Saved backpacks and shopping carts from being unloaded into the trash, helped kids and lost folks find their families, talked down violent or erratic people, responded to ODs and backed up paramedics

I’ve been able to shield kids from criminal charges, and hook people up with resources, buy people food and direct away from hazards and walk people to their cars at night and like

I don’t believe in our justice system, and I don’t trust the police, and I don’t think anything meaningful is ever accomplished through intimidation or threats of violence, and even though other guards I know DO, Im better at my job than they are, and I’m doing good here. Even if they think I’m a soft, naive, gullible loser, I’m effective. So it doesn’t matter.

So like. I keep wondering. Could I do good there, too?

And I think that’s where the devil keeps getting you

The devil keeps tempting me and what they don’t tell you about that is everyone thinks “Maybe he won’t fuck over me. Maybe I’m special”

[deservedgrace]

The other thing about discussing harmful things about the christian church and getting "that's not what that verse really means/that's not how that doctrine should be applied/that's not actually supported biblically/etc" back is that... at a certain point it doesn't matter. Yes there are varying beliefs within christianity (understatement with 45,000 different denominations lmao), but you don't get to claim that christianity is separate from any harmful beliefs when a lot of harmful beliefs are the majority.

You can say "the bible wasn't ever talking about gay relationships in [xyz] verses" but that doesn't make the average church actually safe and affirming for queer people. You can say "actually hell doesn't have any biblical backing" but that doesn't mean very much when like 75-80% of christians believe in hell. You can say "men and women are equal in the eyes of the Lord" but it doesn't erase the rampant misogyny in christian culture.

If the members make up the church, if members are the church, then at a certain point the cultural beliefs or majority beliefs have precedence over what was intended. You can't say "oh just ignore [belief/doctrine/interpretation/etc]" when that would be dismissing the church's most predominant collective beliefs. You don't get to just disregard harm because that "wasn't the intention". You don't get to look at the result of said harm and decide it doesn't matter because it makes you look bad.

[bixels]

tarpit site.

[bacchuschucklefuck]

dreaming abt sophomore year class swap bard!riz

[whosmoraless]

The vicious chill of cold air hitting his face is nothing compared to the sheer terror that overtakes him when the mystery Spider says she's taking him to HQ. Miles tries to protest, tell her it's not that bad, he's even through worse, he can't see me like this, but it's like the bluetooth connection between brain and body is severed. Each movement is sluggish and delayed, each word trapped on the tip of his tongue with no way out. Even shaking his head only serves to add to his preexisting nausea.

What comes out instead? An animalistic, strangled sort of whine; more befitting a dog that got kicked than a human boy.

In his panic, he clutches onto the Spider's suit, brown eyes wide in fear, darting erratically across her mask in some feeble attempt to make her understand.

But she wouldn't; why should she? She's in the Society, so she's probably gonna haul his ass right to him; really prove that he's not supposed to be Spider-Man. And- and and he won't believe that Miles got ambushed, that he put up a good fight, he'll just see that Miles fucked up and got beat up, and he'll say he's weak and a mistake, and Miles doesn't want to be a mistake, doesn't want to give up what gives his life meaning, but but he won't listen and will just yell at him or worse, and just like last time nobody's- nobody's going to care, and and and- fuck, fuck fuck fuck fuck why can't I breathe why can't I breathe why does it hurt so much?

you ever find urself face-down in an alley at like 2am nd you realize, "oh, this might be how i die". every hope and dream ive ever had and everythng ive ever wanted to do and could ever do is all gnna be snuffed. oit right here in some rsndom street on a sunday night while im wearing fuckifjn spandex. and i have school tomrro1w but maybe i wont.

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With a groan, Miles lets his phone fall out of his hand; it somehow being the only thing on him that didn't get broken.

Maybe he's being overdramatic. He doesn't care. Doesn't... really care about much at all, actually. Shock makes you do crazy shit-- like make a vaguely concerning Tumblr post after a bungled patrol then immediately shut his phone off rather than call for help.

Not like he could feasibly do the latter anyways. Last thing he wants is for Spider-man to have a medical record, much less at his mom's hospital. Would the bite have messed with his body enough that he couldn't go through normal medical procedures?

... besides, if Spider-man has to call for help, that doesn't make him much of a protector, huh?

What kind of a protector, a good one at that, gets his ass beaten within an inch of his life on what was supposed to a normal, routine patrol? Crawls away to a random back alley to lick his wounds alone? If anyone saw him like this, he'd never live it down-- assuming he were still alive to see the headline anyways.

Fluffy snowflakes start falling, ever so daintily landing on Miles's overheated body, on his eyelashes. (huh. When did his mask lenses get shattered?) They contrast with the night sky like stars. The city noises turn into a hazy blur, like it's all a million miles away. The cars, a dog barking, the faint background buzz of electrical wires.

Not a bad place to die, Miles thinks with startling calmness.

He didn't expect what he believes is the end of his life to be so.... calm. Atmospheric, almost. Not like he's complaining though; too out of it to be worried. His eyelids grow heavier and heavier. His thoughts slow to what feels like sludge.

He doesn't register the crunch of shoes on pavement approaching him.

[milkbreadtoast]

Oh my god.......

[sunnydbeam]

I had a weird dream where I was drawing something absolutely incoherent, and I was really proud of the damn thing and then I posted it here, and the damn thing was tagged as sonadow