#this depresses me greatly

[kitsuna-ri]

Cool cool cool love getting crickets on my writing. Awesome.

[dedeuteros]

head librarian isnt looking post gay creatures

[doctor-disc0]

If this gets 50 notes, I'll work on 1 wip

If this gets 100 notes, I'll publish that wip to ao3 (and post a link here)

If this gets 500 notes, I will resume working on my ginormous wip that will be 20+ chapters, and I may even post snippets of what I have so far

If this gets 1k notes, I'll try fixing my sleep schedule

If this gets 5k+ notes, I will buy the medicine I probably need but have decided to live without for some reason

Watch as this gets 0 notes lol

[prismdrive]

i know depression can impact the memory greatly, but i didn't think my depression during the pandemy was SO bad i actually don't recognize someone at all ohg god

[angorwhosebabyisthis]

me: hermes is a painfully accurate example of how some ways of defending yourself against certain kinds of insidious emotional abuse, gaslighting, ableism, and therapy speak can warp you into a person whose learned helplessness and lack of perspective can result in doing really shitty things, and who passes that abuse along in different forms (hi meteion) + lashes out in disproportionate ways + can be deeply hypocritical.

me: as a disabled person in a society where our systemic mass murder via pressure into government-sanctioned suicide is on the rise, the ancients' society is beyond fucking upsetting to me. i have zero sympathy for anything to do with them pre-apocalypse except for the effects of living in that system.

me: that said, they are a good opportunity to remind oneself that there are children in that burning building; that a society being fucked does not mean they deserve to be wiped out; and that that does not mitigate the harm they do, nor mean that its victims are not allowed to be angry or resist it, including the victims inside it.

me, booboo the fool: oh, this youtube essay about hermes looks interesting--

[aroacesigma]

i need to put the doa trio in a punk band au so fucking bad you guys dont understand .

[wereh0gz]

Once again feel the urge to make an rpg maker game

[xylophonetangerine]

There are legitimate reasons to treat tic disorders that aren't just "omg, it's so cringe how he does that!" First having tics really can be a genuine detriment to your social life that should not be dismissed out of hand but there are also physical problems that can arise. Having frequent tics makes your face hurt and if tooth grinding is involved can also lead to enamel damage. When I had periods of severe facial tics when I was in my late teens I was seriously considering getting botox because I was tired of my face being sore every fucking day.

[dreamsy990]

Out of the characters you know which one of them do you think their situation is the most fucked up

ohhh this one is hard hm. i think roxas specifically in kh2 is a good candidate though. it has to be the kh2 stuff though because thats where like 80% of his existential dread is.

[kylewalker-peters]

Literally top 1 photo taken before a disaster

[doodlesdreaming]

After years of job rejections and life in general full of bad luck, I’m left to rely on the one thing I’m actually “good” at. Which means:

👉Self Promotion.👈

I am open for work, c0missi0ns or otherwise, and there is my P*treon as well. Which ever works best for anyone.

[wayward-sherlock]

hi guys so i wrote this last night while listening to sad byler songs and feeling...feelings. so. um. enjoy.

tw for uh. its literally about a suicide letter so pls be careful. <3

“Mike,” Will said, voice breaking. “You can’t go. I-I just got you back.”

Mike shook his head. “You never lost me,” he said quietly, looking down at where he was holding Will’s hands in his. He pulled away, suddenly, and Will’s hands were left cold. “Wait, I uh…I actually have something for you.”

Will let his hands drop to his sides, squeezing them into fists. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” Mike replied blankly, reaching up to his shirt pocket. He unbuttoned it and pulled out a piece of paper, to the sight of which he winced. “It’s um…it’s not much, and it got a little crushed, but i-it’s for you. I was trying to find a good time to give it to you, but no time like the present, right?” 

Mike’s positive tone did nothing to mask the pain on his face, in his eyes. Will looked up at him, concern etched into his features. “Mike, I-“

“No,” Mike said firmly, bringing a hand up to Will’s mouth. “Nope, no. None of that. I’m only giving this to you because…well, you’ll see when you read it.”

Will nodded, taking the paper from Mike’s hand. His other hand was still covering Will’s mouth, and Mike looked at it, eyebrows dancing on his forehead like he couldn’t quite figure out how to feel. 

Mike looked up at Will’s eyes, gulped, then looked back at his hand over Will’s mouth. He leaned forward, pressing a kiss to the back of his own hand, but it sent jolts of electricity through Will’s body regardless, just being in such close proximity. To finally feel Mike’s hair brush against his forehead, to watch as his eyes closed before Will, even though doing so pushed a tear out of the corner of his eyes and down his face.

Mike pulled his hand away carefully. “Um,” he said, and Will blinked at him. “That’s…I better get going, now.”

Will opened his mouth to protest, to beg Mike to stay, to say something, but nothing came out. 

Will watched in silence as Mike walked out the door with only a small, meaningful glance back. 

Will walked towards the wall to lean against it, only to slide down it when his back finally came into contact with the old wallpaper. 

He looked down at his hands, at the paper there. He unfolded it, smoothed out the crinkles and began to read. 

Dear Will…

It’s Hawkins, it hasn’t been the same without you…

I miss you…

I’ve been thinking a lot. Sometimes I wish I just couldn’t think anymore…

If you get this, I’m…

But please, if anyone will understand, it’ll be you. A person can lose the love of their life only so many times before they realize that they won’t ever come back…

I’ve lost you, Will. And in doing so, I lost myself. And I hate the person that I am, that I’ve become. I hate the person that I’ll be in five years, in ten years. 

I hate the person I am without you. 

And that day, when I found El in the woods? That was the worst day of my life. I had lost my best friend. And I’ve lost you again…

You are not the reason for this. It’s me. I can’t handle living a life where I move my little nuclear family to the end of the block. I can’t do it. 

I wish we could’ve…fixed it, somehow. But I know we can’t. I ruined our relationship too thoroughly to even know where to start. 

I’m so sorry, Will. You don’t deserve any of this. 

Love, Mike

A tear dropped off of Will’s face and onto the paper—the letter.

And Will knew—deep in his heart, in his soul—that Mike had gone on that mission into the Upside Down with a purpose. 

To never come back.

[hecksupremechips]

Btw I’ve started playing the funny stars and time game. The the one about the loopty loop and the white diamond ass shit

[lesless]

It’s warm, & I can’t sleep. My love is sleeping beside me & the fan is doing little, but despite it I love the summertime. Tomorrow we will again soak in ice cold waters, & spend time together. The staycation was a good idea, doing things at our leisure has been lovely. All the chores I wanted done are complete, once I get back to work I will re-embark on going through old writings & art. So much I felt tethered to has lost its grip on me. I am content in so many layers.

[mooifyourecows]

Have you considered looking into work-from-home jobs? I’m not sure what field you’d be looking into, but that might reduce some of the anxiety of the process. A zoom interview might be required, but you could probably see if you could do camera-off.

Based on research I’ve done in the past, script-writing and editing jobs can often be done remotely! You do have to be wary of fake offers, but those are often the ones that seem too good to be true. You’re intelligent, so you can probably spot those easily.

Regardless, take a deep breath and remind yourself: if they don’t want to hire you, it wasn’t meant to be in the first place. Work on solidifying your resume and building your portfolio. You already have lots of pre-written material you could use as references!

I hope this isn’t too much coming from a stranger, but we’re all rooting for you!

Yeahhh... tbh I don't really have much of a resume. I had one soul sucking retail job about ten years ago that my uncle helped me get on account of me being the equivalent of the world's most pathetic-est sopping wet beast in interviews 🥲 and I wound up getting fired in the end for having the audacity to call in sick 4 times a year instead of 3! I know, I know, I'm horrible and lazy and undeserving of the 8$ an hour they were paying me to lift heavy boxes and deal with rude middle aged women 9 hours a day 😮‍💨

I'm kinda wary about getting a job doing any sort of writing since writing is what I like to do for fun and relaxation. If it turned into a soul sucking activity for me I'd be pretty boned. Getting donations to write chapters is different because I'm getting money to write what I love and want to write anyway, but I don't want to start associating my favorite thing with work, ya know?

I know that kinda limits my options though. Especially since I ain't got no skills that could be used remotely beyond that. I'd love to have a part time retail job that I could just show up a couple times a week, do some menial tasks for a few hours with minimal human interaction, and then go home. That's my ideal job. But the only jobs available near me are full time or have requirements I do not meet.

I know, excuses, excuses! But I'll survive. I might have to sell a kidney but I'm sure I'll live (jkjk things aren't that dire, I promise)

Thanks for the advice though! It's been a really long time since I've had to work and the prospect is terrifying but with any luck it won't literally kill me 🤞

[rackartyg]

i haven't written anything substantive since, oof, march and it feels bad. but i've been monstrously stressed about my thesis and that's probably why and it's understandable and reasonable and blah.

it's mostly just that i like writing and i'm sad i've not done it. but it's a little bit performance anxiety.