#originally i was going to just going to post this five at a time

[scrumpledorph]

Want to add a little here as an example from my personal life. I'm fairly confident, if not officially diagnosed (within an antipsych context, I would certainly hope that's not considered an undermining of my argument) that I have a delayed sleep schedule. When left to my own devices, I tend to gravitate towards a very late sleep schedule (five a.m. to one p.m.).

However, because society is de facto structured around being awake in the morning for things such as doctor's appointments, school, and most obviously employment - I can't stay on that schedule without seriously inhibiting my ability to do things that I need to do to survive. I'm in a class right now that starts at eight thirty every morning, and it's an hour away - so I'm in bed by ten pm the night before to be awake at six.

I get by presently with the side effects of an anti-anxiety medication I take that also makes me deliriously groggy, but even with that unnatural assistance to my sleep - if I get eight to nine hours of sleep at a time my body is fighting me not to sleep during, I will be plagued with restless, fitful bouts of sleep that are peppered with nightmares about sleeping through my alarm, and be struck with a general lethargy for the duration of the day. (I do not take any stimulants to mitigate these effects)

This isn't a disorder because there's some incurable problem I have. I know the cure, and it's letting my sleep schedule orient itself closer to going to bed at five a.m. and waking up around one p.m. Society just refuses to accommodate that solution.

I can't find jobs that are primarily in the afternoon to evening where I live. There are blue collar jobs with fixed schedules that start anywhere between seven and nine a.m and often end around five, part time retail and customer service work that jerks you around anywhere within a twelve hour window, or jobs I'm not qualified for.

Even if I could, the knock on effect of working those hours would be to obliterate my ability to socialize with my friends, whose schedules loosely coalesce between noon and midnight. So, I'm left with imperfect solutions, none of which satisfy me. Presently, the solution is 'be unemployed', which comes with the knock on effect of leaving me alienated from my community and entirely dependent on my parents, who I'm lucky are financially stable at present.

This is not a problem because there's something 'wrong' with me. I'm capable of getting restful sleep, either by taking more of it or by taking it at odd hours. It merely doesn't fit into the expected routine of segmenting the day into three chunks of eight hours. The way society is structured, and its unwillingness to make room for people for whom that structure doesn't work, makes it a problem.

That's the heart of the argument. I know I haven't stated anything that wasn't stated in the original post, but hopefully grounding it with a walkthrough of how it manifests in real life will provide clarity to some.

what do u think ab the whole ‘mental illness wouldn’t exist under a different political economic arrangement’ line of thought

this is a really common point of misunderstanding with regards to both anti-psych critiques and the 'social model of disability'. although there are some specific forms of affective distress that would probably be drastically reduced or eliminated in a communist society (for example, stress and alienation that people experience as a direct result of poverty), anti-capitalist critiques of psychiatry are not promising to eliminate all mental / emotional suffering through political action.

rather, if you hear someone say that 'mental illness' per se wouldn't exist in a communist society, they're usually making the following argument: all humans experience distress, including mental distress, and have limitations, including mental and emotional ones. what makes these things disabling, or an 'illness', is living in a social context in which we are denied support or accommodations for them, and are expected to function in specific ways and conform to specific social expectations, particularly standards of capitalist productivity. in a non-capitalist society where people are valued intrinsically rather than on the basis of economic productivity, we should provide for one another and accommodate each other's unique needs and experiences.

therefore, things we currently identify as 'symptoms' of 'mental illnesses' (eg, anxiety, hearing voices, self-injury, &c) would still exist as part of the spectrum of human experience, but would not prevent us from having our material and social needs met. rather than (as we do now) assuming a very specific set of experiences and abilities as a 'baseline', with a wide range of other behaviours designated as pathological aberrations, we would expect human mental experiences to be varied, including sometimes in ways that are potentially distressing or that limit certain abilities and functionality. so, this line of critique isn't saying that the experiences we currently identify as 'mental illnesses' would all vanish outside of a capitalist context, but that we would treat them as value-neutral variants in the incredibly wide spectrum of human experience, and would create a society that is not hostile to them, or to providing for people's many and varied needs.

[lilimaginebean]

Five days - 五日

Synopsis: In which Kaiser fell in love with his tattoo artist, or in which Kaiser has only five appointments to convince you to go on a date with him.

Note: I posted it without even reviewing it, hence every time I read it I always change something of the post :)

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🥀 Day 0

“Are you sure you want to do this? You seem quite young”

You stared at the guy who was in front of you. He was a tall boy, with blonde hair and icy eyes piercing you.

It was your first day in charge of the tattoo studio. After your parents’ support and sacrifices of many banana peels, your uncle finally let you work in his tattoo studio this summer. During all the holidays you proved him how efficient and hard-working you were, leading him to let you be the manager during the beautiful date of Christmas Day.

Even if you knew this day was going to be a calm one, you thought you were prepared for anything: earthquakes, drunk people ready to make bad decisions, couples making choices they will regret… However, you weren't prepared for this cocky teenager demanding you to make him a tattoo that would cover from his hand to his neck.

“I have the money, shouldn't you just take it and obey me?” the blond guy said nonchalantly while taking from his right pocket money to pay for the tattoo

His attitude started to piss you off. Who was he to talk to you like that?

“I'm sorry if I don't want to go to jail or pay a fine for giving a tattoo to a spoiled brat that might be under 16,” you said indifferently while giving him a dirty look, trying to defend yourself

The boy chuckled at your response leaned closer to you and gave you his ID.

“Don’t worry Liebling” You took the ID to confirm his age. Surprisingly, today it was his birthday, turning 17 years old. You stared at him, now he was smirking, waiting for you to return his ID. “See? Do you have any other excuse for this spoiled brat?”

You sighed, took a pen and the notebook where your uncle wrote down all the appointments.

“The tattoo you want would take me five appointments. We can start the next Monday at 4PM. However, I'm not going to take your cash, I don't trust its origin, only credit. Deal?”

“Deal Liebling”

“Okay, you can leave now” you said, staring at him reluctant.

“Don’t you need to write down my name and surname next to the date? In case you would forget me,” the blonde boy said while putting on his black cap again

You giggled.

“Trust me… Sadly, I won’t be able to forget you” you said with a daring tone

“Just in case, my name is Michael Kaiser,” he said putting on his mask again while opening the door of the studio to exit “I can't wait for next Monday Liebling, I will be counting the hours for our next meeting~”

“Don’t even try it Kaiser, I’m not into spoilt brats”

He chuckled once again.

“We will see”

[i-can-even-burn-salad]

Author Ask Tag

What is the main lesson of your story? Why did you choose it?

Even if I had a lesson in mind, and I'm not saying I had, I would probably bite my tongue off before stating it on this beautiful website. Also, the people who actually read my stuff are not the ones who would need said hypothetical lesson. But mainly, I don't choose the story, the story chooses me.

What did you use as inspiration for your worldbuilding?

All my stories are set in the same world, because a) I dislike worldbuilding so I'm only doing that once and b) I like having little cameos of other characters. Said world was hugely inspired by video games, especially guild wars 2. Some things fit video games more than novels - somehow carrying too many coins than reasonably possible, bandits as soon as you leave a town, a made-up reason for a common language, and a continent that's honestly way too small, to name a few.

What is your MC trying to achieve, and what are you, the writer, trying to achieve with them? Do you want to inspire others, teach forgiveness, or help the reader grow as a person?

Well, my MC(s) just want to live a normal, peaceful life, despite all the horrors I chuck at them, and I want to cry a bit about said horrors and then watch them achieve their dreams. The thing I want most is for someone who usually doesn't see some aspects of themselves in fiction to recognize themselves, and for someone who feels as lonely and out of place as I do to find a bit of comfort.

How many chapters is your story going to have?

All of our Lives has 32 chapters, one of which is the prologue. I do not expect this to change.

Is it fanfiction or original content? Where do you plan to post it?

It's original content, and I will put it as ebook and pdf on my website, elli-scribbles.net. I used to post on Tumblr, but I am not happy with the loss of control that came with the new post editor, and there is some content I am most definitely not comfortable posting on any place I do not have full control over.

When did you start writing?

I started this draft at the beginning of May 2024, and I finished it just over 6 months later in the middle of November 2024. Taking my time with this one and aiming to have it done for release in May. I'm not gonna add yet another 'oh, always!!' here, because I can't remember shit, hence project specific, though I could pinpoint a "new start" in September 2021 when I started writing in English.

Do you have any words of encouragement for fellow writers of writeblr? What other writers do you follow?

If I am fully honest, I am not particularly encouraged myself. I haven't been in a good place in months, at any given moment I am five seconds away from bursting into tears, and I feel like one big failure. So uh: The internet is a scary place. Find a friend who matches your freak, stick them in your pocket, and don't ever let them go. Write for yourself only got me so far, I needed someone to scream with me.

Not tagging you to do this, just tagging you because I love you @starlit-hopes-and-dreams @pleasestaywithmedarling @alittlewhump @sarandipitywrites @little-peril-stories @honeycollectswhump @writingphoenix

You should also look at @leahnardo-da-veggie @whumpyreader @thoughtsonhurtandcomfort @befuddled-calico-whump @whump-me @lovelizards whose stuff I enjoyed recently and also ofc @the-inkwell-variable who mentioned me and @winterandwords whose open tag I stole :)

[ask-philgraves]

Just posted on my main blog ( @maxisanangrywell ) about the whole situation with Ghostslollipop. This will be the absolute LAST thing I have to say about her, period.

I stand by my previous statements that I have NEVER sent hate towards her. I sent two asks, BOTH of which I have tagged this specific blog so she knew it was me. I would NEVER stoop so low as to send people hateful content in their inboxes, especially since I myself, have been bullied and heavily abused my ENTIRE life. I know what it's like to be kicked onto the ground and ran out of a social media platform because that has happened to me many times over the course of my stay here on the internet as a whole.

I don't have to prove how kind I am, or that I wouldn't do shit like she is claiming. The internet will believe what it wants, and I REGRET not screenshotting my asks I sent her, so I can further prove she is the one that blew up on us first for little to no reason at all and is now dragging us through the mud because she wants her five seconds of fame.

I use fucking Grammarly, because I did flunk out of school, and I don't know how to spell certain words like Resturant, or where to put the comma because I also have a fucking Traumatic Brain Injury from a car accident three years ago.

I only have these two blogs, and another side blog that is PRIVATE because I post my collages and art shit on there privately. I can't link it even if I wanted to. These, for all intents and purposes, are my only fucking accounts.

I did reach out to her. Once to see if we could try to change the coarse language she used in her original post so a Minor wouldn't get more death and rape hate from people who supported her view, a SECOND time to apologize privately, and a THIRD time to publicly apologize and ask her to join an open discussion about how we can stop tag hogging and make the experience of the fandom better so the front page isn't all Ask blogs.

She repaid all of this, to send me a DM falsely accusing me of sending hate to her, and then attempting to run a smear campaign in a now deleted post that was filled with hypocrisy, hate, malice, what I presume Jealousy, and over all fucking ignorance.

I don't mind other opinions at all. In fact, I said ANY fan fiction artist whether you draw, paint, write or whatever, has a problem, you are MORE than welcome in my DMs or ask box or to tag me in a post containing criticism of things we can do better.

I won't allow a fucking ignorant person ruin my name, my friend's names, or spread their ignorance because they won't simply fucking communicate like an adult and want to spread half -truths and lies.

I stand by what I said, @ghostslollipop. Take my apology, and shove it up your fucking ass. I refuse to apologize to someone, or show them respect they are not giving anyone in return. Delete your posts and leave the ones bashing us, that's fine. I NEVER had a problem with what you said, just how you implied it and the tone you used because your actions have consequences just like the rest of us.

We have owned up, We have checked our community. Ourselves. You have continued to keep throwing fuel on the fire while we're trying to rebuild and anyone with eyes can see that. You're destroying your own mental health and your own space by claiming ignorance and pointing fingers at everyone while taking 0 accountability for yourself.

I genuinely hope your mental health gets better and in the future you can reflect on this and become a better human being, because this shit right here? This tells me you're hopelessly toxic, and angry. Angry enough you are willing to take it out on other people then claim ignorance.

I'm done speaking about you, you've had your fame on my blog. You and your friends can continue sending hate my way, but that just proves you're desperate and grasping at straws to try and make me, a person who has been nothing but cordial to you, into a villain. That's fine, I've played a villain role before. You aren't going to run us out of the community, you're going to end up making yourself look more like an idiot than you already have.

Take my name out of your mouth and I'll offer you the same courtesy.

As for now on, I don't want a single fucking peep about Ghostslollipop on anyone's blogs. I don't want anyone talking about this ever again. Let her stew in her own anger like a dying flame drowning in wax. If anyone does, beyond this point, I will not be interacting with you in any way, shape, or form.

This is Cassie, angrily signing off.

[alcordraws]

A conversation with Rose; or, Steven does a lot of projecting

[fictionadventurer]

A Biltmore Christmas may be the first Hallmark movie to drive me to fanfic.

[synthshenanigans]

someone had to do it

[theflowerofthecommonwealth]

Hi, hello. I stumbled upon one of your Fo4 fics on Ao3 a while ago. I think it's really cool that you're so unapologetically willing to write stuff about your OC.

I've gotten really used to people hating on OC or Self Insert fics that I can get really self-conscious about posting my works.

But you have a whole tumblr blog dedicated to your OC! And your writing is really good and I just think all the work you've done is so cool. I just wanted to let you know ☺️

You’re so sweet! 💕💕💕 Thank you, I’m always glad to hear when people happen to stumble on my blog and stick around!

And yeah, I did just kinda burst in here and shoved my feral kitten problem child with her Detective RoboDad for all to see, and I’m not ashamed of it. I never understood why people would get so mad about people posting about their own OCs even if they are self inserts, I don’t see anything wrong with that.

I did originally worry that the little flower child Jasmine/Rosalinda was too much like me despite the fact that our personalities are wildly different so I toned down some of her background and even thought about giving her a complete overhaul, but now I think SCREW IT- she’s a Mexicana now! Because I can write and portray an actual Latino character accurately so I might as well with her like I had planned from the start.

All that to say that I had my own insecurities, but thankfully I bloomed pass that with support from some beautiful Tumblr friends and I hope to continue making more content in the future. 💖💖💖💖

And Bestie, go ahead and go wild with writing about your own OC if it makes you happy. And yeet any haters out of the metaphorical window while you’re at it.

[sisterdivinium]

Now is the time to place your bets on whether or not this hyper self-indulgent doctor superion Vampire the Masquerade AU fic will or won't get to 100 handwritten pages...

[dragons-and-yellow-roses]

Hi urgent question, what does it mean when the friend that left you five years ago remakes the playlist she made you for your eighteenth birthday with the description, "For all that which I needed to leave behind. Tall tales (which was the name of the playlist she made for your birthday), great mistakes, and the time of my life." And another playlist with the description, "My life as it is! Taller tales than ever before." And posts them both to the Spotify she knows you can see? What does it mean? Hello what does this mean??!? I need someone to please present the correct answer because I don't know what to think or feel but I can't stop looking at the playlists and crying, and I'm at work so that's not great, so I just need an answer please.

[todayisafridaynight]

plane scene is so funny cause why is mine a sleeper agent that wakes up whenever daigo is mentioned

can’t wait to see it in dragon engine :3

mine has been the winner for Funniest Character Imaginable for 15 consecutive years and i have yet to see anyone come close i fear

[alstroemerian-dragon]

the thing about. okay so when i first got into dr i was like ‘i think i prefer an outcome where they ultimately cant wake the other ten members of their class and its just the five survivors because then the deaths meant something yknow’ and while i still think that that kind of thing has. yknow. merit and value. i have actually come around to preferring them being able to do it. with one massive caveat.

it takes forever.

it takes at least a year and a half, two years maybe, before they (lets be real, hajime) even gain the knowledge of the system, work out its quirks, beef up its security and tech, connect it to enough power, and build the proper technology to manage something like this, and even then, each person is going to need a unique plan of action. its going to take ages. i think its best if they start from the first death through the last, which has the added benefit of waking the impostor first and gaining a good moral compass and grounding presence. but… i mean. its almost two years before they even manage the first dive into their brain. two years of living alone, just the five of them, of building each other up of building a dynamic, one that works, and of changing and growing because they have no other choice.

so when it comes down to them actually attempting to wake the first person… theres some anxiety. theres some worry. theres a lot of ‘this is going to radically alter how we relate to each other and everyone else’. theres a lot of ‘this is going to make things weird’. theres a lot of ‘theyre not going to understand a lot of things at first not only because its been two years since we all went under and everything has changed in that time but also because the five of us have a fundamentally different relationship now with each other than we will have with anyone else we wake up. thats going to cause conflict’.

and i dont even necessarily mean that in a romantic relationship sense (though if you know me you know im deeply unwell about kuzuhina and also an absolute sucker for polycule shit so yeah i do also kinda mean it in that way), but just that their bond is so strong. living alone on an island in the middle of nowhere for two years with just four other people will do that. they know each other in fundamental ways that the others may never manage. fuyuhiko may get peko back, but her relationship with him will never be the one he has with hajime, or akane, or kazuichi or sonia. sonia will get gundham back, but despite them definitely regaining their romantic relationship (after an adjustment period, of course), there will be an odd dissonance in how well hajime and akane know her in ways gundham doesnt. akane will get nekomaru back in her life. but he will never be the person she goes to with the things she goes to hajime with.

this isnt necessarily entirely negative, of course. relationships are always going to be different with different people because theyre. yknow. different people. but i think theres going to be a period of time, maybe even the rest of their lives, where the ten sleepers in the vault will understand, intrinsically, that the relationship the five survivors has is never going to be fully understood, and will always be special and different from what they all have as a group.

hajime, fuyuhiko, kazuichi, akane, and sonia all faced arguably the hardest parts of the healing process, the stumbling blindly with no hand to hold except the others with an equal lack of sight, together, and that. does things. to a relationship.

they will all manage the healing process, and they will all struggle through it. but never in the same way those five did.

[whenthegoldrays]

I’ve been seized by another story idea

[dandelionjack]

every other poster on the tube right now is advertising a new musical called ‘the time traveller’s wife’. for a blissful moment i forgot that a ‘wife’ is something that a heterosexual woman can be, and, believing it to be a beautiful lesbian tale akin to tihylttw, decided to google the synopsis to see if it was worth checking out. big mistake. ‘man first encounters his future spouse as a young girl, returns to kiss her at 18 and marry her in the future, remaining the same age as barely any time passes for him meanwhile she spends years alone pining for her distant angel’ blinks. what does that remind me of. oh yeah apparently this came before. i’m already suffering through series 5 at the current moment, so, plenty enough of that for years to come, thank you, and— what a surprise— the novel the musical’s based on was a primary inspiration for you-know-who’s weird fixation on this particular plotline. the worst part about the time traveller’s wife is that there aren’t even any cool steampunk clockwork droids or gorgeous 18th century french dresses to make up for the vomit-inducing implications. i have never been more disappointed. mind wipe, now

[that-was-anticlimactic]

all fluttering and dancing in the breeze

🍃written for @nobamaki-bigbang🍃

“Great! Okay, so I’m assuming we all know how to play baseball, right?” Maki asked.

Everyone was nodding, and Nobara was about to scoff and say duh, was about to proudly announce that she was actually a fantastic baseball player. But…

But then she glanced at Maki—sweet, gorgeous, Maki with a determined fire blazing in her eyes—and she had an idea. A terrible, devious, but quite possibly genius idea.

“Um, actually,” she spoke up, much louder than necessary, “actually, I, uh… I don’t know how to play baseball.” She fluttered her eyelids and smiled shyly, grabbing a strand of her hair and twirling it around her fingers as if she were the epitome of innocence.

[or: nobara pretends that she doesn't know how to play baseball so she can spend time/flirt with maki]

🍃11,157 words | nobamaki🍃

🍃art on tumblr here & here🍃

🍃art on twitter here & here🍃

[disdaidal]

Sometimes I really kind of envy you native English speakers who make writing and posting fics seem so fucking easy. With near perfect grammar and hardly any typos. Or those of you who are capable of writing & updating your fics whenever the muse hits you just right... and not like, once in six months. Actually, try two years lol.

Whereas me, a non-native speaker, who occasionally struggles even with basic English grammar:

I'm fine. Totally.