#scared for the future

[asingularcoffeebean]

Thinking about making a discord for people who need a sense of community, especially after all that's happened with the election

Just a place where people can hang out and forget about their worries for a moment

Would anyone be interested

[leennaan]

It’s really scary to see the results of yesterday’s EU election. Not only seeing the extreme right wing party in Germany coming second, but also extreme right wing party’s all over Europe winning elections and getting lots of votes. Especially seeing how many young people voted for right wing party’s.

Ofcourse there is a lot that isnt going right with the current politics but voting right is not a solution but even a bigger problem.

I am really scared for next years Bundestagswahl. If we don’t do anything against it we will see history repeating itself faster than a lot of people would think.

[verafunny]

Happy noob years guys! Pls don’t die ｡ﾟ(ﾟ´Д｀ﾟ)ﾟ｡ and have a great year (=´∀｀)人(´∀｀=) surround yourself with good people and be a good person too!! Stay healthy and strong and take care of yourself ᕦ(ò_óˇ)ᕤ !!! Have fun too ٩(^‿^)۶ and just be happy ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

[beansnpeets]

Just feel Not Good today 😕

[heartsoji]

people are into some wild stuff nowadays………. hahahahahahahhahaha!!!! 😭😭😭😭😭😭

RIGHT ??? HOW R PPL INTO THAT TYPA THING

[singular-almond]

Hello, I hope someone is listening…

I’m thinking about my future and the degree I will be getting. I’m having that theatre kid sense of dread and sacredness of being unsure if I’ll actually get a stable job or a job at all in theatre.

Like it is hard. You have to know people and talk to people to get jobs. Which I can probably do, it’s just like, it’ll take a lot of work and do I have that determination. Am I that passionate about theatre to do that for the rest of my life.

I also had one main goal for when I grew up; it was to be able to have MY OWN HOUSE. Not a shared house, a house where I paid for it all. The house is in my name and my name only. I want to be able to do that and be able to travel whenever I want.

I have lived in a lower income household for my whole life, which is fine, it never bothered me. But for my own life I would like to be able to own a house because we always rented.

There are just so many things I want in my life that I’m not sure if I’ll ever get to.

[birdiethepoet]

I feel like if I don’t make something of myself - if I don’t become successful in my passions - I won’t be happy. I see other people succeed in the arts and every time I paint or create something my heart sings. But I’m not studying art, I’m studying something else, and I feel like I’m ruining my life because of it. Is that insane? I want to be an artist. I’m just too scared of failing. What am I doing? Where could I even begin?

[synonymroll2121]

The American education system (From a middle schooler)

So, I’ve been in the American education system, since, you guessed it, kindergarten. Everyone’s pointing out that it’s fucked, and they’re right. Cause of course they are, America as a whole is fucked. But, like, my teacher has not been teaching us for the past year-ish, and, uh, no one’s noticed?? This happened at a private school in my state too, and none of the students said anything. BUT LIKE IM KINDA FUCKED NOW.

Even before this, my elementary class, which I was stuck with for seven years, was horrible. Like, getting yelled at everyday, TEACHERS COULDNT FIND SUBSTITUTES, REPUTATION AT MY SCHOOL, bad. We were always being told we were behind. And nothing happened, so example one. Example two is my middle school. MY. TEACHERS. SUCK. First of all, honorary mention to my woodshop teacher, thank you for doing your job, have all my fingers, and two awesome stools I use for peeling off stickers, of my cats use for being kings of my living room. But, like, back to it, THE REST? SHIT. MY HOME EC TEACHER WAS NICE, BUT IT WAS KINDA FRUSTRATING CAUSE SHE DIDN’T GIVE EXPLICIT DIRECTIONS AND IT WAS JUUST KINDA UGHHH.

And, second, my all other subjects teacher. Yeah, he’s so bad, he’s getting a whole nother section so this is easier to read if anyone does. UM, HE SUCKS?? Like, not emotionally, honestly, he’s a fun teacher. But, like, that’s all he is. I’m not even saying he’s bad at teaching, I’m saying he doesn’t? Like, at all. Since august, I have not been taught anything. We’ve been doing the same subjects since fucking AUGUST. A WHOLE ASS SEMESTER. He only cares about teaching us history. And, yes, this is important, but if he was only going to teach history, BE A FUCKING HISTORY TEACHER. IM TEACHING MYSELF, MY CLASS, AND THE OTHER CLASS HE TEACHS WHICH IS A YEAR YOUNGER THAN ME MATH. A FRIEND OF MINE IS GIVING US ANSWERS FOR THE LANGUAGE STUFF. We are so fucked. And no one has noticed. My grades were straight A’s before this. My state testing? Above average almost always, if not, on the higher side of average. And it’s dropped. Everyone’s grades have dropped since getting here. And no one has noticed. At the school, I mean, no one, has noticed. Two classes are failing. 16 kids are failing, and no one has noticed! And he’ll are we supposed to do, tell the school? Their not gonna fucking listen, we’re just kids. Because, duh, why should kids have a choice in our education? We’re just complaining. We just don’t want to do work. WELL, AMERICA, FUCK YOU.

god this is so long but seriously. I’m so tired of this guy. He’s a fun teacher, we have pizza parties, we watch movies, he lets us listen to music while we work, we go on field trips to the mall. I’ve been to hot topic with my teacher and whole class. But that’s all he is. Fun. But it’s what keeps us from speaking up about the fact we aren’t being taught. We’re just kids, we like fun, we like going to the mall, we like cookies and brownies and ice cream and pizza. We like a fun teacher that lets us play Makahiki games during school hours. Honestly, I don’t really want to leave my class. It’s great. I love my classmates, I don’t really want to have to deal with high school. These past two years would have been the funnest school years for me, if I didn’t end up having mental breakdowns in the car after school because my whole life might be fucked because of him. If I didn’t end up going to a fall retreat, only to have a mental breakdown in the dorm I was staying at.

So, please. Teachers, I’m not saying you have to take us to hot topic, or watch movies all day, and then teach perfectly. I’m just asking you to make every lesson fun. I’m just asking you to teach us, and make sure we understand the things we’re learning, because in the end, this is gonna change the entire course of our lives. And I know you’re underpaid, and I know dealing with children is hard, and thank you for doing this, but please. If you won’t teach us, don’t become a teacher, because this is someone’s life.

[happysycko]

Welcome to the American nightmare

[benevolentbucky]

I think I might take a social media break for a few days or a week or something

[chloesimaginationthings]

Michael teaches FNAF movie Vanessa, Aftons never win

[crush-echoes]

sometimes i just get hit with the feeling

i wasnt supposed to make it this far

also what do i do now

[bet-on-me-13]

Fenton, the Ghost Hunter Hero

So! When Danny first saw a Ghost attacking his school, he was still terrified of his parents finding out about his Powers.

He looked exactly the same in his Ghost Form, sounded the same, he even had the Hazmat Suit his parents had custom made for him on as a Ghost. There was no way anybody wouldn't immediately find him out if he tried to stop Lunch Lady with his Powers, it was so obvious!

But he couldn't just leave her there. She had crossed through the Portal that he opened, and was attacking his friends. He needed to stop her somehow!

So he tried, he just didn't use his Powers. He stole a bunch of his parents Inventions, fixed the broken ones so they actually worked, and ran in to stop Lunch Lady as a Human. The battle lasted far longer than he would have liked, but eventually he managed to stop her and shove her into the Thermos.

And from there on out, he just kept doing it. Danny became the Town's defacto Hero, since his parents were too Incompetent and he had the ability to actually beat the Ghosts, he had to protect the people he had endangered.

Soon enough people began to notice his Heroics. Mr Lancer didn't stop him when he ran out of the classroom, Dash stopped shoving him in Lockers, and his parents were Ecstatic when they found out he had gone into the "Family Business".

He still kept his Ghost Form hidden from his parents and the Public though. It was still too dangerous.

He only ever used his Ghost Form while in the Ghost Zone so he could blend in, and avoid being attacked by the multiple Ghosts who he had forced back in there. Danny Fenton was a Ghost Hunter, Phantom was just another Ghost wandering the Ghost Zone.

(Though he did gain some infamy by defeating some powerful ghosts, like Aragon or Plasmius)

Years down the line, Fenton remained the respected Ghost Hunting Hero of Amity Park, his greatest accomplishment being the defeat of Pariah Dark, the Ghost King.

That battle had actually drawn outside attention to the town for a change, and it wasn't long before Danny was offered a spot on the Justice League's Junior Team. It wasn't every day when the evil Ruler of another Dimension was defeated by a non-powered Human, so it actually sparked some interest in the Town.

Unfortunately, Danny couldn't accept the Invitation.

If he joined the Justice League, it ws only a matter of time before one of their multitude of Magic Users realized the truth and outed him as a Ghost. He couldn't take that chance.

He was content staying as a small town Hero dealing with a "minor" Ghost Problem, no need to overcomplicate matters.

That is, until the JL contacted him again a few months later. Apparently, their Time Travelers had warned of an Evil Ghost known as Phantom, who would one day grow so powerful he would destroy the world and leave it in ruins. They needed his help as an expert Ghost Hunter to track down Phantom, for the safety of the world.

Problem. This version of Danny had never actually met Dan, since his history went so differently. Now he is terrified of what event could have led to him becoming the Worst Supervillain in History.

[kosmogrl]

It'll be okay. I'll be okay. Whatever life has in store for me next will be better than what I had before. It'll be okay. I'll be okay. Whatever life has in store for me next will be better than what I had before. It'll be okay. I'll be okay. Whatever life has in store for me next will be better than what I had before. It'll be okay. I'll be okay. Whatever life has in store for me next will be better than what I had before

[soulmvtes]

just a reminder that it's okay to change and fail and make mistakes and be imperfect and feel grief and not know what you're doing with your life <3 life will pass + you will succeed even if it looks different to what you imagined

[carebeardean]

Charles has always left Edwin little notes slipped between the pages of his favorite books, in his science equipment, places he knows Edwin loves. Just silly things—post its that say “hi Edwin :)”. doodles of Edwin with his nose stuck in a book. reminders to stock up on wolfsbane. but.

Then, post canon, Edwin tentatively starts dating people. And it’s ridiculous, because Edwin’s right there, all the time, but Charles..misses him a bit. And his heads a mess, and he can’t sort out what the hell he’s feeling most of the time, and whenever he tries to say any of it out loud it comes out rubbish.

So. He writes down some of the shit he can’t say right, and because he’s a coward, hides them so he doesn’t have to see Edwin’s face when he reads them.

then Edwin starts writing back.

Neat lilac blue little envelopes appear in Charles coat pockets. In his bag. Once, in his shoe? Some nights, Edwin will clear his throat and mention something from a letter, offhand, like they’re just picking up conversation, and Charles can pretend they are. That they always have talked about the basement, the belt, the nameless fear that chokes him every time Edwin walks out the door with someone else on his arm.

Sometimes he can’t. The words get stuck in his throat. Edwin’s not mad, he’s maddeningly, stubbornly kind about it, which is worse.

Some nights they trade. A secret for a secret. Charles learns about the novels Edwin used to hide under his mattress, about all the lonely years before Charles got there. About Simon.

Meanwhile, Edwin is losing his mind, because Charles has accidentally stumbled onto what was a fucking courting ritual in his time. Love letters were something engaged couples treasured for years, kept and reread over and over. (Edwin does. keep them in a special box, will take one out and trace the words, tuck it in his breast pocket for courage).

Edwin would rather have to reattach a limb again than lose Charles trust, all the dark and beautiful things he shares with Edwin only. He knows—knows Charles doesn’t mean to make him fall more in love with him.