#we were not born to work and pay bills and die!!!!

[asiananeurysm]

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[sidewalk-dreamer]

marauders & the raven boys! my favorite codependent friendgroups!

we truly need to be talking more about the raven boys/ marauders parallels… like i’ve seen a few people mention it in passing but there is so much more there than surface level similarities u don’t get it like i do!!!! so this is me taking matters into my own hands and talking about it :) let’s look at the main four boys of each and discuss! 

(if u haven’t read the raven cycle yet do NOT read this yes i am talking to u specifically u know who u are… go read trc then come back okay ty)

james & gansey

born into comfort, into wealth, into high society. both come from intact families and neither has ever gone without love. 

incredibly naturally charismatic. they collect interesting people to themselves and then refuse to let go. they are loyal and trusting to a fault.

glasses :)

hopeless romantics but also really bad at romance… james was so annoying that lily basically hated him for years. gansey accidentally called blue a prostitute the first time they talked. and yet despite fumbling so hard, they both landed girls so far out of their league? unfair.

a bit pretentious. maybe even more than a bit. neither of them is genuinely uppity or snooty, but they know how to put their airs to use when they must.

smart without hardly even trying. school comes easy to them, but both love a challenge. james canonically spends a lot of time practicing intense, extracurricular magic. gansey tries to solve a thousand year old myth. jocks with special interests!!

also just. jocks. 

dumb as shit at times. accidentally hurt the people close to them kind of a lot, without even trying to. 

neither really knows who they are when they are alone.

the first time we meet each of them, we already know they die young <3

sirius & ronan

also born into wealth, but neither fits into it the way gansey and james do.

messy families. and not just for the drama; sirius has the whole incest thing, and ronan has the whole his-mom-was-actually-literally-dreamt-up-by-his-dad thing, which is like… messy.

they hate their brother(s), but would literally die for them.

they’d actually die for any of their friends.

both look tough and scary (and can be so when necessary), but are also just like emo nerds. they know latin for some reason.

reckless, chaotic. the type to act first and think later. will charge headlong into danger for the fun of it.

the dog thing! sirius is a literal dog at times. ronan was called gansey’s dog by kavinsky, and he neither denies nor resents the implications of that. even gansey admits kavinsky had a point there.

jealous with their friendships. they don’t want to have to share the people they love.

had massive crushes/ were like fully in love with their respective boyfriends for so long before they ever made a move. both thought they were subtle about it. literally everybody knew.

remus & adam

physically they are like… the exact same to me. too tall, too lanky, covered with freckles and scars. neither has any idea how attractive they really are.

rough childhoods, like, physically. remus dealt with transformations every month, and adam had to deal with his father’s anger every day.

the outsider. they come from a different world than the other boys, and are absolutely conscious of that fact. they care a lot more about these differences than the rest of their friends do. 

stubborn. they don’t want to accept help, they might not even know how to. vulnerability is dangerous, and admitting weakness is like admitting failure.

probably the smartest, but because they have to actually work for it. they cannot afford to fall behind. where their friends coast or simply don’t care, they work their asses off. they could thrive academically, but their circumstances make it a lot harder for them to do so.

always tired. too many bills to pay all the time.

both are pretty much literal forces of nature. remus is controlled by the moon. adam offers himself over to the control of the forest.

they each think they are unloveable. literally all their friends have had a crush on them at some point. 

peter & noah

NO IM NOT DOING THIS ONE NOT TO MY DEAREST DARLING DEAD NOAH. well… i’m kinda doing it. i don’t want to talk too much about them personality wise, bc where i am partial to a fanon peter-never-betrays-them-and-is-the-funniest-and-most-diva-of-them-all interpretation, canonically i hate him and he sucks.

there definitely can be some character similarities between them… both are furthest from the group, in a way. peter was called once more of a follower than a friend of the rest of them. noah, noah was more when he was alive. the whole ghost thing makes it hard for him to fit in at times :(

HOWEVER what i DO really want to talk about is how noah and peter are direct narrative foils !!!!!! this is my favorite thing! look at it this way:

james died because of peter’s selfishness. gansey lived because of noah’s sacrifice. 

really, the whole plot of both series is directly influenced by peter and noah. if not for peter, james wouldn’t have died. harry would never have to be known as the boy who lived. if not for noah, gansey would have died the first time. he would have stayed dead the second time.

noah, to me, is what peter could have been. we don’t know what made peter betray his closest friends; but i think it must have been out of desire for glory or honor. i mean, he was a gryffindor, but he sure as hell wasn’t brave. perhaps he got sick of living in the shadow of his friends. he can’t have betrayed them simply because he was forced to do so; he was the one who actively brought voldemort back. why would he do so, if not to try and prove that he was greater than james, than sirius, than remus? he had something he wanted to prove.

however, noah? noah accepts his non-life in the shadows. we know it hurts him, being less than when he was alive, and while he might be jealous of gansey, ronan, and adam at times, he never resents them. he makes the ultimate sacrifice when he chooses to give himself up for gansey. he quietly slipped from time, and received the opposite of honor and glory. his every memory was forgotten. but, for love of his friends, he did it anyways. he didn’t need anything, besides the knowledge that the rest of them could live. he is the best of them all.

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wow okay! i said a lot but also not nearly enough. i could talk for so long about all these boys… also! fanon peter get behind me idc! i know i went on this whole rant about canon peter but let it be known that i can and i will reject canon whenever i like! so to me, noah is alive and well and peter is just like him. i miss them both. i miss them all!

(last little note! though there are so many similarities between each of the boys, blue is not comparable to any of the girls… she’s all her own person, she’s all blue. i think she’d like that)

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DROP THE FIC OR IM COMING FOR YOUR KNEECAPS

ALRIGHT OK BUT I NEED IT TO BE KNOWN THAT I HAVENT WRITTEN ANYTHING SERIOUSLY SINCE HIGHSCHOOL OK

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“Something is after me. I know it is, I’ve seen it. It looks like a man, but I know that it’s not. It…. It’s face is like a mockery of something human- like- like if you asked someone who has never seen a human to draw or model a person’s face, their smile. No… I don’t think any human would be able to get it that wrong.”

“And I’m not crazy, alright? God, y’all probably get that a lot here, don’t you? You people specialize in crazy. Not that I’m anyone to judge anymore, given the shit I went through before coming out here. I didn’t even know a place like this existed outside the Usher Foundation. I just…there’s some weird, crazy shit out there I guess, and when I heard about y’all, I figured I should probably pay a visit. At least let someone know before I die.”

“I know I’m gonna die.”

“I suppose I should start from the beginning. My name is Joshua Nelson, I’m originally from the States–Memphis Tennessee. Now, if there’s one thing you should know about Memphis, it’s that nobody in their right mind should EVER move there on their own accord, ‘cause you’ll either get mugged or stalked or both. I was born and raised there, so I never really got the choice during the formative years of my life. I’ve learned to live with it, though.”

“I worked retail in a gas station before…well, everything. It was a shithole. The kind of building where, no matter how hard you scrubbed and no matter how much bleach you used, the stains and smell of smoke would never leave. Instead just…mingled with the citrus of the chemicals. It paid the bills, though, and I was never witness to a robbery, so I couldn’t complain too much. The customers were docile and if I noticed anyone shoplifting, I kept it to myself. I wasn’t getting paid enough to give a damn.”

“We had regulars that would come in on a schedule and regulars that wouldn’t. People who were just passing through the city or visiting family or friends. You get all types in that kinda place, and if you’re placid enough to any asshole who’s having a bad day, everyone gets along just fine. There were a couple of regulars who were friendly enough, though, that I remember their names. Miss Kelly was an older woman, short and heavyset–she was one of the friendlier ones. We’ve got a lot of talkers in the south and boy did she make sure I knew every exact reason for what her kids were getting up to, or what was going on in a reality show she was hooked on at the time.”

“George Michael, a thin man in his 40s, maybe, always came in whenever he needed a new pack of cigarettes, I think he was a chain-smoker, cause he was in there a lot.”

“And then…then there was Hunter. Now Hunter was a younger man, maybe college age. A little older than that? Poor bastard was hooked on something, that much anyone could tell. He was gaunt, a little twitchy, you know, telltale signs of drug abuse. I could never tell what specifically he was on, but then again, it was never my business to know. I treated him the same as every other customer, we all knew he wasn’t gonna cause any harm, he usually came in for food, chips and hotdogs and stuff and he never caused a fuss.”

“I think… I think Hunter is dead.”

“One day he came in, I think it was a Wednesday or something cause it was slow that afternoon, and he burst through the door. Well–maybe not burst, but he came in the building like he was racing to get indoors first before someone else. The guy was usually jittery and, I’ll admit, a little shifty usually, but this was full blown paranoia. It startled me at first, his intensity, and he made a b-line towards the back of the store and ducked behind one of the shelves. Maybe not duck completely like ducking for cover, but it was obvious he was hiding. It almost made me expect the police or some drug lord to come storming through the door, but nobody else came.”

“Hunter stayed pacing in the building for a good 20 or 30 minutes, periodically lifting his head to crane his neck and peer out the window or the glass of the door. I checked once or twice as well, but if someone was out there, I didn’t see them. Eventually the guy calmed down enough to buy something and when he approached the counter with his bag of Doritos he looked almost like he was going to be sick.”

“I asked him if everything was alright, but he just shook his head and left.”

“I didn’t see him again for another week or two after that. Obviously I assumed the worst. I theorized that someone was after him and when he didn’t show up when he usually did it was more than enough to confirm my suspicions. Be it cops or some random person on the street, I couldn’t decide which fate would be worse, and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t feel for the guy at least a little bit.”

“Hunter was almost completely out of my mind when I saw him again. I was surprised. By all accounts, it didn’t look like anything had changed about him. Maybe aside from the fact that his posture was way better than it usually was when I saw him, but other than that, nothing was out of the ordinary.”

“Business went on as usual and when he came up to the till with a liter of coke, I offered him a ‘Welcome Back’ and rang him up.”

“When I turned back to him, he was smiling. For some reason it was like a pit opened in the bottom of my stomach. I couldn’t understand why, though. It looked like Hunter–patchy, unkempt stubble, greasy hair, thin face, sunken eyes. His appearance had never bothered me before, so I was struck with confusion that mixed in with the undefinable, sudden sense of dread.”

“‘Thank you,’ he said as I handed him his change. And he walked out the door. It sounded like Hunter, too.”

“Hunter returned the next day, and the next. Each time he was polite and quiet, and each time he smiled when I rang him up. I counted his teeth. They were straight and flat. When I counted mine in the mirror when I smiled, I saw 17 or 18. Hunter’s counted 24.”

“Maybe he has a dental problem that I didn’t notice until now, I told myself. Human bodies are weird. Sometimes you have more teeth than usual.”

“The fourth day he came in a row, I saw his eyes and his pupils were…swollen, is the only way I can describe them. I know what people’s eyes look like when they’re high. This was not that. It was like they almost swallowed up his irises completely, and they were dull. Dull in the sense that the fluorescents overhead did nothing to cast any reflections onto them. It made me want to writhe and squirm whenever he looked at me.”

“I called in sick the fifth day. I knew Hunter would be back in that gas station to see me. I knew it was to see me. And I knew that thing. That..whatever it was. It wasn’t Hunter.”

“I guess a part of me was always dreading that day. I had always heard stories about people being stalked from friends of friends. It was only a matter of time before it happened to me, right?”

“I saw Hunter at the grocery store the next day, posture straight and face split open into that smile with too many teeth. I didn’t have the mind to be polite. I turned completely around and walked the other way, trying to fool myself thinking that he hadn’t seen me. I kept a pocket knife on me after that encounter. I probably should have been before, but hindsight is always 20/20.”

“Each time I saw him after that, it was worse. On the street to my apartment, his eyes were too wide and his grinning mouth was slightly agape. A crude facsimile of delight as I rushed past him. I stopped going into work when I started to spot him everywhere I went. Every destination no matter how far or random, he was there, grinning at me. He knew where I lived, that I had no doubt. So I went to a friend’s one night hoping to throw him off. Maybe I could move out and lose him. Lord knows I didn’t have the money to break my lease early, but I was desperate.”

“My friend suggested I call the police, but for some reason I was convinced that wouldn’t help. Cops usually only made things worse in that town, and I had a sinking feeling going that route would only waste my time.”

“The final straw was the second night I was crashing on my friend’s couch. I was exhausted, the past few weeks spent sleepless and paranoid and I was ready to finally pass out when I heard a light, rhythmic tapping on the window behind my head.”

“It’s just the wind, I thought to myself. A tree branch or something scraping against the glass. The exhaustion was completely gone, my pounding heart and pumping adrenaline overpowering any lame excuse that I would be stupid enough to be reassured by.”

“I didn’t move from where I lay. Tap. Tap. Tap. Came through the window once again.”

“I don’t know why I laid there for so long, unmoving, convinced that if I didn’t turn around, whatever it was outside would lose interest and leave. I really, really wanted it to leave.”

“I lay still for what felt like hours, every muscle in my body wound up and tense and ready to leap into action at any given opportunity. I was praying the opportunity would never come.”

“I don’t know how long it was when the tapping ceased, but it was long before I finally managed to relax. It seemed like my strategy worked. What an idiotic thing to think. Like I was a child hiding from an imaginary monster in the dark. Like the logic of not giving a stalker any attention so it would go away was sound. No. I think it was that false hope that landed me in this situation.”

“Because when that tapping came again, I wasn’t prepared to turn around. But I did. I turned around and what I saw in the darkness through that glass was… I don’t know what it was. I know it had eyes and teeth. It was grinning, but its teeth stretched well beyond what would be the borders of its face. God, I couldn’t see its face. I knew it was Hunter, though. It had those same lightless eyes that stared back at me every time I closed my own. Dead and dark and dull and staring at me–eating at me, wide and gleeful and spilling into the shadow that I could only assume was a part of the creature, itself. Its form took up nearly the entirety of the window, blocking the outside world. It didn’t move.”

“I screamed. I screamed and closed the curtains and I hid. This woke my friend of course, and she came stumbling out of her room, looking bleary but alert. I tried to signal to her not to go to the window or do anything or to call the police. Thankfully she got the message and the cops were there within the hour.”

“They didn’t find anything. Or anyone, for that matter. I left out the…the monster bit, because I assumed it might land me somewhere I really didn’t want to go.”

“They were about as helpful as I thought they would be. Told me to call them again if I noticed any suspicious activity.”

“I booked my flight here that very night. I wasn’t going to stay in that goddamn city with whatever the HELL that thing was. I don’t want to end up like Hunter. I don’t want it to wear my skin.”

“It will, though. I know it will and it scares me more than anything in the world. And I know I can’t escape it, either.”

“It followed me here. I saw it. It was still grinning at me and it was still. Wearing. Hunter’s. Skin. The shadow that was cast over it made it so I could only see the whites of it’s eyes....its teeth.”

“I don’t want to die.”

[wat3rm370n]

The Stigma of the Dark Ages.

What they’re talking about here is a society which has moved backwards, and is paying consequences already.

NPR - As the respiratory virus season approaches, where does the vaccination rate stand? November 27, 20244:47 AM ET Heard on Morning Edition By Rob Stein , Rob Schmitz Part of it is the lingering skepticism and outright hostility from the pandemic toward the COVID vaccine specifically and vaccines in general. Another factor is that people tend to underestimate how dangerous both viruses can be while overestimating vaccination risks. There's a lot of misinformation about how well the vaccines work and how safe they are. And finally, a lot of folks are just sick of vaccines because of all the shots they've gotten over the last few years. You know, put it all together and a lot of people are just feeling kind of done with vaccines. I talked about this with Dr. Gregory Poland. He's president of the Atria Academy of Science and Medicine in New York. GREGORY POLAND: “As a society right now, we're in a phase of rejecting expertise, of mistrust of any expert, whether it's science, meteorology, medicine, government - whatever it is.”

This is not unusual, there is no guarantee that society progresses forward. The Dark Ages happened, and that period was not the only time of regression on science.

MedPage Today - Nursing Homes Fell Behind on Vaccinating Patients for COVID — Billing complexities and patient skepticism partially to blame by Sarah Boden, KFF Health News December 5, 2024 Loveland has seen patients and coworkers at the nursing home where she works die from the viral disease. Now she has a new worry: bringing home the coronavirus and unwittingly infecting her infant daughter, Maya, born in May. Loveland's maternity leave ended in late June, when Maya wasn't yet 2 months old. Infants cannot be vaccinated against COVID until they are 6 months old. Children younger than that suffer the highest rates of hospitalization of any age group except people 75 or older. Between her patients' complex medical needs and their close proximity to one another, COVID continues to pose a grave threat to Loveland's nursing home -- and to the 15,000 other certified nursing homes in the U.S. where some 1.2 million people live. Despite this risk, a CDC report published in April found that just four in 10 nursing home residents in the U.S. received an updated COVID vaccine in the winter of 2023-24.

Going forward is a choice.

Public comment to CDC HICPAC committee November 2024 Infection control in healthcare. Chloe Humbert Nov 15, 2024 The Dark Ages was called that because society moved backwards from the technological advances that had come before. The fall of the Roman Empire was marked by elites who only cared about the status quo; they could’ve developed a steam engine as far back as Heron in 15 BC but didn’t bother. Going forward is a choice. In an article in the Journal of Infectious Diseases & Preventive Medicine there’s a description of what happened back then. “In medieval times, hospitals were hazardous places, Epidemic infections killed large numbers of hospital patients during this period. Hospital infection and death rates were high. When a sick person entered a hospital, his or her property was disposed of, and in some regions, a requiem mass was held, as if he or she had already died.” Going backward is a choice.

Stigma is part of a backward slide, and even if people don’t choose to go backward, we are all subject to community level leadership influences.

It’s called STIGMA. - wat3rm370n on tumblr - Oct 4th, 2024 When you hear that “people are tired of it” - that’s also part of stigma. And it’s not necessarily true that people are actually just sick of it - but they keep being told they should be. Informational learned helplessness can do that to us. Stigma is leveraged and reinforced on purpose by big money industry interests who think any reminder of danger at all is bad for business. So it’s to some degree manufactured stigma.

[camaro-and-smokes]

You can't convince me that this song isn't Harringrove coded.

Rainy night and we worked all day We both got jobs 'cause there's bills to pay We got something they can't take away Our love, our lives

Close the door, leave the cold outside I don't need nothing when I'm by your side We got something that'll never die Our dreams, our pride

My heart beats like a drum Flesh to flesh, one to one And I'll never let go 'cause There's something I know deep inside

You were born to be my baby And baby, I was made to be your man

We got something to believe in Even if we don't know where we stand Only God would know the reasons But I bet he must have had a plan 'Cause you were born to be my baby And baby, I was made to be your man

Light a candle, blow the world away Table for two on a TV tray It ain't fancy, baby that's ok Our time, our way

So hold me close better hang on tight Buckle up, baby, it's a bumpy ride We're two kids hitching down the road of life Our world, our fight

If we stand side by side There's a chance we'll get by And I'll know that you'll be live In my heart till the day that I die

[inactivewattpadauthor]

Kano x Teen Reader: Brat

With the help of Character ai ~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Next time, I could find something even bigger for ya, mate." Kano enters the bar with a few of his men, looking forward to a nice drink or more after a nice paying mission.

He sits at the rusty, old bar and orders his usual beer bottle, not taking care of the hooded person he sat next to. You were just waiting for this moment.

"Kano!" A familiar young voice called his name as he was chugging down his beer. He choked on it as he got startled.

Setting it down aggressively he looked at the person wearing the hoodie.

Knowing you have his attention now, you spun on the bar stool to reveal your face. "Have you finally considered hiring me, now?" You asked with excitement.

"Oh, for the love of- not this little twerp again, I ain’t got the time to entertain some little wanker…" Kano groans, rubbing his temples.

"Come on! I already told you! I'm good at stealing shit! The Black Dragon consists on thieves, right?" You try to convince him.

"I may as well hire a little turd that was born yesterday if I consider hiring you! You'd die the first five minutes you join us." Kano snarked.

"Just think about it! The other day I stole some jackass' wallet! He ain't got much in there, but it was enough to get me some pop." You reminisced, crossing your legs on the old stool.

"OoOoOoh! So you pickpocket someone? That's nothin' special, darlin. We kill people." He bluntly states, narrowing his real eye at you.

"Mkay." You shrug off as if it was nothing. "I can work with guns. Ever heard of GTA?"

Kano gave himself a face palm, almost snapping at you for even thinking it's the same thing. "That's a video game, Y/n. This is real li-" Kano had to think for a moment. "Look, it's not the same!"

"Whatever you say, boss." You murmured and looked away, so does he, focusing back on his men.

You glanced at his unsupervised drink and let the intrusive thoughts win as you always do. Quickly snatching the bottle, you chug down a good amount before he has time to react.

"Y/n!" He snatches his drink back from you. "You little shi- This is my drink! Get yer' own when you're not twelve!"

"One, I'm not twelve, I'm older than that! Two, you can have it back, it tastes like shit! You're almost out of it, by the way."

"It's beer, of fucking course it tastes like shit." He says still drinking it.

"Then why do you still drink it?!" You ask with annoyance.

"Because I built a tolerance. Now buzz off and go back to school, damn brat." He waves you off.

"Not until you let me join the Black Dragon."

Giving up, Kano reaches in his inventory , pulls out a nice band of dollar bills, and throws it to you.

"What is this for?" You ask with confusion but satisfaction.

"It’s just some shut-up money. Now go away before I regret lettin’ ya have so much." Kano dismisses you with success this time.

Smiling mischievously, you flick him off before skedaddling out the bar. Kano only shakes his head and orders another beer.

"I didn't know ya lettin' fuckin' children in the pub now." Kano scoffs at the bartender.

"She wouldn't leave until you came, I got tired of telling her to get out my bar." The bartender shrugged, scrubbing a whiskey glass down. "Besides, not like I'm letting the little shit get drunk and dealing with the rest when she walks out."

Kano nods in approval, chugging down his second drink for the night. ~~~~~~~~~~~~

[cto10121]

Twilight Clown Takes—Part 5

In which yet another YT video comes out about how Twilight hate isn’t misogynist, actually, and so I must eat. Om nom nom

“Twilight Is Illogical!!1!1”

We literally have an in-canon explanation for how Bella’s shield works in Eclipse AND Breaking Dawn. Her shield only works against illusions and anything mental. Anything physical she is vulnerable. Jasper affects you physiologically, not mentally. Alice sees actions; she doesn’t actually get into your mind. Jane and Edward’s powers are mental, so they do not work on her. It’s literally the same logic as Harry resisting the Imperious Curse in Goblet of Fire.

(Also, Bella does have a Quileute relative, Molly Swan. Just strengthens my Jacob-as-socially-determined-mate headcanon).

“Twilight Is Pro-Life!!1!1!”

This is where Twilight clownery really delves into full-on deranged.

Every vampire in the Twilight Saga is harmful or potentially harmful to humanity, EVERYONE. The majority of the cast is (potentially) dangerous to humanity in some way, shape, or form. Calling Bella selfish for wanting her (wanted) child to be born is the height of misogyny. No mother who actually wants her child would choose differently. Bella had a plan to survive the birth—a very risky one, but she was willing to do it. And nobody and I mean nobody knew how Renesmee would turn out. This shit was unprecedented and über rare.

Bella was not willing to die for a baby. She was willing to risk her life for Edward’s child.

This was made explicit when Jacob in desperation (following a crazed Edward’s idea) offered to father her children in exchange for Bella aborting hers—only to have Bella LAUGH at him in his face. Bella dngaf about having children per se. It was because the kid she was having was Edward’s.

(Also. Rosalie wants more than a baby. Rosalie wants to be human, which to her basic-ass traditional 20th century mind includes getting married with children. A baby is part-and-parcel to that mortality. What is interesting to me is that, despite the fact that Rosalie is very trad wife and even pro-baby, the narrative still frames her as selfish and self-centered in her vicariousness. Jacob is absolutely disgusted with her for caring more about the baby than Bella, and Edward feels exactly the same way. That is one reason why Breaking Dawn is not pro life propaganda—it is above all a romance, in which Renesmee acts both as an obstacle and consummation).

Everyone was sympathetic to Leah until she became a werewolf and not only brought her baggage but would deliberately bring it up to hurt Sam. Yeah, no shit the Quileute boys would hate her, ditto Jacob. Only when she joined Jacob’s pack did she lighten up (because she was free from Sam!) and Jacob realized she wasn’t bad, just dealing with a broken heart. And honestly a very capable werewolf.

As for Rosalie, nobody hated her for her backstory either. Bella disliked her because Rosalie hated her and wouldn’t even stand to be in the same room with her! Edward hated her as a brother “hates” his sister with two very different personalities. Rosalie’s backstory was very much meant to humanize her.

Twilight Is Racist Round ♾️

Literally every major character is magical. This is a fucking fantasy romance novel! Had the Quileutes been the only magical entities, Clown OP may have had a point. But not in this literal supernatural romance where even regular humans can have magical powers! What is this deranged clownery?

Twilight Is Sexist Round ♾️

“I’ve only ever watched the movies, but—” 🚩🚩🚩🚩🚩🚩🚩🚩🚩🚩🚩🚩🚩

Bella didn’t feel like she fit in with her peers because she was essentially raised as a parent to take care of her mother. As in, paying bills. She didn’t have a normal childhood; that was denied her. Getting out of her parentification is part of her arc and drives a key part of her desire to be with Edward. Edward she never has to parent or take care of in the same way as her parents or even Jacob.

Also, her friends were canonically fake (Angela excepted). Jessica only was friends with her because of Mike’s interest and of the boys only Mike, Ben, and Tyler were interested. Lauren straight up didn’t like her.

“Twilight Is Mormon!1!!111”

Clown OP was this close to getting it. This close.

“Twilight Is ~~~So Ridiculous!!1!!”

Or it could be just basic-ass standard tropes for supernatural/paranormal romance. Y’know, since Twilight is a supernatural/paranormal romance.

…Yeah, this clown definitely hasn’t read enough romance novels, lol. Because let me tell you, Twilight is super sane compared to the shit I have read, i.e. bodice rippers.

And all those bodice rippers were nothing compared to the telenovelas I grew up with. Nothing.

[that-punk-adam]

I wish there was a better way of just…. [vague hand gestures]

Housing. Is such a pain. To get and maintain.

Rent. You never own it. $1.4k a MONTH for a poorly designed and maintained closet with NO amenities included in that rent. A single person cannot afford to live alone anymore because I guess we decided to not start burning shit down once $7.20 is a federal minimum that isn’t sustaining whatsoever. It can pay a phone bill and feed you some days. Car insurance, gasoline, maintenance on a car, food, water, gas (utility), electric. You’re super lucky if you’re going to get 3k a month after taxes.

I had to hunt online for housing. I had to apply to places, average $25-50, to get denied at most because husband doesn’t have a job because he wasn’t living in the city full time. You need a car to go ANYWHERE in this fucking country. Car = insurance, payment, gasoline, maintenance. $500? $600? $800? On top of rent + bills. On a single income just a tad over 2.3k after taxes. We didn’t have a vehicle for a while and when we asked (begged) my in-laws (his sister + her wife) for help with a car, they had to drive to Kentucky for the cheapest thing they could find bc there was no way in hell for me to save anything. Nothing at all. After the online nonsense we had to wake up as early as possible for him to drive to these locations, all 20+ minutes away from each other, on a crunched schedule, on what would be considered a ‘last moments notice’. If I was on a 9-5 schedule there would have been zero hope of ever getting out of my parents house short of running away because the modern world only runs between 9a to 6p.

Finally, a paid off car. In-laws back into it and bust the radiator to hell. Totaled. No car. We didn’t even get the insurance and title switched over. They were going not even 5 miles and killed it. Now on our own we won’t ever have a car unless he can work (????) and we manage to have no accidents or try to enjoy life too much.

I was 2 minutes late today after waiting on a ride that took almost 15 minutes to get to the unit we finally managed to get. The second driver got to my workplace as fast as he could but it was still 2 minutes too late. The apartment hunting made me late repeatedly. We almost had a roommate and I had to be late for that too. I was so sick I couldn’t even be awake 2 times in the span of 2 months and I’m convinced it was a nasty variant of covid. Testing isn’t accurate anymore and those tests cost $20/each, not (100%) covered by insurance, and you ‘should’ use at least 4 tests over the span of 3 days.

Y’all. I have only been in the work force for 4 ish years and I am ready to retire. If I loose this position I’m not even going to attempt to look for anything else. I’m going to leave society and if I die then oh well. The concept of being born for the purpose of working until you die is the most cruel and unethical thing I could ever do to another human being. I love my hypothetical children so much that they will never exist. I love my hypothetical children that I will do everything in my power to make sure they are never conceived. There is nothing worst then to be born into this form of slavery and to never to be able to opt out of it except for death.

[unguidedgentleman]

Re-evaluate Your Life

You weren’t born to work, pay bills and then die. You were born to live a life of purpose, passion, and meaning. So don’t let anyone or anything hold you back from living your best life. Follow your heart. Listen to your intuition. Do what feels right for you. And always remember, you have the right and power to create your own reality. It’s time to stop settling for just getting by, which is basically how most of society sees success: Just getting by and not really living. You were born for greatness and you deserve to be happy in all aspects of your life. I can’t tell you what to do with your life. Only you will know what to do with your life.

Evaluate your passions and talents

What are you good at?

What do you love to do?

What do you enjoy doing?

Contemplating these questions will help you start to narrow down on your passions. Once you’ve narrowed down your passions and talents, you can start thinking about how to turn them into a business.

Ask yourself — What do I want?

Most people work their entire lives without ever taking the time to ask themselves what they REALLY want. Why? Because they’re too busy working and paying bills to think about it! But if you don’t take the time to figure out what you want, you’ll never be able to achieve it.

So ask yourself: What do I want? What are my goals and dreams? Once you know the answer to that question, you can start working towards making them a reality.

Be selfish

Learn to put yourself and your needs first. So what if that makes you look like a selfish person?! A lot of people think that being selfish is a bad thing. But when it comes to your career and the quality of life you want to have access to, you have to be a little bit selfish. You have to put your own needs and wants first. If you’re constantly thinking about what other people want you to do with your life, then you’ll never get anything done for yourself because everyone will have different opinions on what’s best for you and your business. Only you know what’s best for you! Be selfish! And do what you need to do for yourself.

Find your purpose in life

Knowing and having a purpose will help you stay motivated, especially when people around you doubt your dreams and tell you it can’t be done. In order to stay on track to achieve your purpose, set realistic goals for yourself. Eg. if one of your goals is getting into shape then make sure that you take care of yourself by eating well and exercising. Remember that life is too short not to live for something bigger than just money.

Allow yourself to live

Don’t let other people make decisions for you.

Society tells us that we have to work hard and get good grades so that we can get a good job. Once we have a good job, we have to work hard and climb the corporate ladder so that we can make more money. We’re told that we need to buy a house and a car and fill our lives with material possessions. We’re told that this is what will make us happy. But is it?

You weren’t born to work, pay bills and then die. You were born to live a life of purpose, passion, and meaning. So don’t let anyone or anything hold you back from living your best life. Follow your heart. Listen to your intuition. Do what feels right for you. And always remember, you have the right and power to create your own reality.

It’s time to stop settling for just getting by, which is basically how most of society sees success: Just getting by and not really living. You were born for greatness and you deserve to be happy in all aspects of your life.

Follow your gut feeling. If it feels right, then go with it.

You weren’t born to work, pay bills and then die. You were born to live a life of purpose, passion, and meaning. So don’t let anyone or anything hold you back from living your best life. Follow your heart. Listen to your intuition. Do what feels right for you. And always remember, you have the right and power to create your own reality.

You know that little voice inside your head? The one that’s always giving you guidance and nudging you in the right direction? That’s your gut feeling, and it’s there for a reason. Your gut feeling is your inner compass, and it’s always pointing you towards your true north. Trust your intuition! It’ll guide you to the things you want for yourself and your life. You weren’t born to work, pay bills and then die. You were born to live a life of purpose, passion, and meaning. So don’t let anyone or anything hold you back from living your best life. Follow your heart. Listen to your intuition. Do what feels right for you. And always remember, you have the right and power to create your own reality. It’s time to stop settling for just getting by, which is basically how most of society sees success: Just getting by and not really living. You were born for greatness and you deserve to be happy in all aspects of your life. I can’t tell you what to do with your life. Only you will know what to do with your life.

[biological-catastrophe]

Hello! I need to complain because America is a fucking joke. Vent under the cut as well as TW/CW list

TW/CW: School shooting, (preventable) death, cancer, abortion, homophobia/transphobia

This country is a goddamn joke. I could go on and on about how bad it is and I really need to because it’s grinding my gears.

They’re passing a law that makes it ILLEGAL TO BOYCOTT COMPANIES SUPPORTING ISRAEL. They don’t give a fuck about our constitution. In one breath they’re saying this and another saying the fact we can’t afford a place to live is because we keep spending money on Starbucks and avocado toast. And how the fuck are you going to enforce this?? You gonna hold a gun to my head and make me buy McDonalds or Starbucks?? What the fuck?? We already can’t afford to live here.

I’m lucky my parents are still letting me live with them because I could never afford a place to live. I’m pretty sure I did my math right but: minimum wage is $7.25 USD an hour. The average apartment is $2,000 a month. To afford JUST THAT, someone would have to work near 70 hours a week. Not including food, insurance, medicine, gas, anything besides rent. And with the pay I got at my last job ($10 an hour), I’d have to work 50 hours a week for rent. “Oh those jobs are only meant for like high schoolers” so you only want these fast food places to be open from 5-10 pm? You don’t want them to be open during school hours then? Hypocrites.

And SPEAKING OF SCHOOLS, the school shootings are not a joke. I think I talked about it already but there was an active shooter on my college campus while we were outside. We have lockdown drills so many times, it’s ingrained in us what to do since kindergarten what to do. I met a girl who got shot like 7 times and survived. I’ve grown up always having an escape route out of the school. Nobody cares. Nobody cares that a literal toddler was able to get ahold of a gun and SHOOT HIS TEACHER, and the teacher warned about the kid making threats before and the school didn’t do anything. Nobody cares that someone a girl rejected could bring a gun to school and shoot her and many others. It’s hypocritical that they ban abortion and then don’t care for the kid as soon as they’re born.

And god, the abortion ban. I live in Texas as I’ve said. Here, the law is called the heartbeat bill. Abortion is allowed until the fetus has a heartbeat. But by the time people have that, they generally don’t even know they’re pregnant. It’s basically a total abortion ban. And they’re so fucking sneaky with it. You can SUE people and doctors who have abortions. A man sued three women of a million dollars EACH, including is then-wife. And I also heard rumors of them trying to ban state travel for abortions as well which is also unconstitutional.

And do we even want to talk about health care??? I saw a video the other day of a girl and her best friend who both have cancer and can’t afford it. They can’t afford LIFE SAVING TREATMENT. Are you fucking joking?? People can’t afford insulin and are dying from it. People can’t afford life saving shit and die. What the fuck kind of dystopia is that?? I had to go get an MRI and it was THOUSANDS OF DOLLARS???? What the fuck???

And do we even want to get started on the homophobia/transphobia?? The ‘don’t say gay’ bill in Florida and the numerous drag ban bills. Texas is doing the thing similar to the heartbeat bill where you can sue a ‘person who is not conforming to their assigned gender at birth’ or something like that. Femboys and masculine women could get sued. What the fuck? It’s so expensive and hard to get HRT and surgeries for people. They are trying to raise the voting age so people can’t vote against it. They started with kids and now want to include adults into their 20s. I’m sick of it. I’m just sick of all of this.

And I can’t complain about all of this and not talk about the 2021 Texas Freeze. Basically what happened, February of 2021 we had a horrible freeze, at nights it got into the negatives (for reference, ‘cold’ here for me is in the 40s. This is all Fahrenheit. 40°F = 4°C; -3°F = -19°C). Our power plants weren’t ready for this. We lost power during a lot of this. Some people didn’t have power for WEEKS, people died from the cold because the power plant people were greedy and lazy and didn’t put in proper weather safeties. This could have been prevented. Pipes burst, people died and got ill, the state was in a panic for weeks. We had power about half the time, but god was it cold.

I hate this country. I hate it so fucking much. This country is a fucking dystopia, some sick work of apocalypse fiction. I want to leave so fucking bad. I can’t wait till this place crashes and burns.

[asiananeurysm]

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[wolf840]

“I am, somehow, less interested in the weight and convolutions of Einstein’s brain, than in the near certainty that people of equal talent have lived and died in cotton fields and sweat shops.”

- Stephen Jay Gould

We all long for more than capitalism can ever provide. We were not born to work, pay bills, and die.

It's very endearing to me how many people are willing to keep an eye on a video feed so they can push a button and let a fish in the Netherlands get to the other side of a dam.

[notes-23]

Oftentimes I find myself looking up at the sky.

A sky full of smog yet I know what’s beyond.

I squint and I try with all my eyes might, but the sky doesn’t bend.

The marks we’ve made stand firm and unmoving.

I cannot see the stars I know

I cannot see the goal I was taught to shoot for.

But I know they are there

I trust they exist

Just out of my reach

The stars, I’ve seen once, so dazzling, dancing at the edge of our mess.

At again tonight I find myself searching

Aching for a glimpse

I look up at the sky, a dark black abyss,

And I feel a sudden kinship

With these unseen delights

I too feel myself floating, just here unwitnessed

I feel myself dazzling but the smog always creeps in

It covers and tells me I’m better left dim.

I’m tired of smog

The stars told me tonight, they now call me friend

They’ve told me their secret

My light comes from within

And i'm writing this out and i'm telling myself this is it

Im changing my ways

Tomorrow I'll wake up a whole new me. but I know who I am. I know I'm afraid. I know I'll always be the one in my way, how do I do it?

Is this just who I am? I want to be better

I don’t know if I can

I wish someone would tell me what cheat code they used. I look in the mirror, I study myself. I don’t understand any of this. i'm a person? A human. My life creates a ripple? I'm just a character. I'm not real. None of this is real. Because we die. We die and then what? Eventually we are all dead. So I truly just do not see a point to any of this. and that’s my problem. I cannot be bothered to think of this life in the short term. I'm fully on auto pilot. Well 90% autopilot. I do want to have a roof and food, and fun. Life is literally nothing without fun. And yeah, the stars shine if I see them or not but also, they are stars. We can get metaphorical all we want but they are just stars. Balls of gas. Why do I have to experience life? I don’t want to be a person. This shit awful, are you kidding me? and like what's up with people being too scared to take drastic measures. Like oh my god we’re so worried about if someone likes us back, am I doing a good job, can I pay my bills?

Why the fuck do we have bills? Okay we need to charge for the services because these necessities require human labor, so we pay taxes so that they use the money we all donate to better society to make these services available, but they don’t use the money to do what we want? Only they do use it to do “what we want” but those things don’t better society, they fatten their pockets? Because so many people think that more black and brown people in a variety of fields is more of a detriment to humanity, more than I don’t know, not educating our children? Is it not within our constitutional rights to BURN the bitch down if it no longer serves us? I thought we were American. True American culture and belief is standing up for what is wrong. It's fighting back. yes, that can be done with activism but god at a certain point someone’s got to shoot the damn gun. This is a rant that will likely never see the light of day because who wants to listen to the ramblings of some random dude on the internet, but I feel like it's time the guillotine makes its comeback. The one percent has been too comfy for too long. This country is so young, we were bound to have a dictator some time, and with that comes the need for violence. There is no world in which we eradicate violence, it is a fact of nature. The difference is we tune into the discovery channel and watch as a lion is born, the runt of the pride, and we cheer for him as he overtakes the old bully of a leader. But we jail and condemn humans, born into unfortunate circumstance, when they strike back or try to make the system work for them. We scream “treason” when someone says those who represent us no longer represent Us. We love to look back on the American revolution and claim it as an act of pride. But here you are at our turning point. And you don a red hat and lick the cyber boots of those who would trade your entire family for a few bucks. Those who may not be coming for you now but will be one day. You are so blinded by your hatred and fear of what you don’t understand that you celebrate trans people being treated like animals, unaware that you are the next to be placed in the pin.  And again, none of these matters. We’re all dust in the end. We’ll all one day become stars, never to be seen by man.

[bukatra]

Need a romantic song for Dean to sing to whoever you ship him with? Born To Be My Baby by Bon Jovi. It pretty much works with anyone, he loves Bon Jovi and it can be as lighthearted or serious as you want.

Rainy night and we worked all day

We both got jobs 'cause there's bills to pay

We got something they can't take away

Close the door, leave the cold outside

I don't need nothing when I'm by your side

We got something that'll never die

My heart beats like a drum (all night)

Flesh to flesh, one to one (and it's alright)

And I'll never let go 'cause

There's something I know deep inside

You were born to be my baby

And baby, I was made to be your man

We got something to believe in

Even if we don't know where we stand

Only God would know the reasons

But I bet he must have had a plan

'Cause you were born to be my baby

And baby, I was made to be your man

Light a candle, blow the world away

Table for two on a TV tray

It ain't fancy, baby that's ok

So hold me close better hang on tight

Buckle up, baby, it's a bumpy ride

We're two kids hitching down the road of life

If we stand side by side (all night)

There's a chance we'll get by (and it's alright)

And I'll know that you'll be alive

In my heart till the day that I die

[aajjks]

prisoner!jungkook

son? may i speak with you for a moment? come to my office. listen, we need to speak about something.. that girl you’ve been seeing, yn? listen.. she’s a lovely girl. i like her a lot! your mother loves her, your brother thinks of her as a little sister. she’s an amazing girl! but.. she’s not the one for you. you.. you are different, the path of your life is different.. you were born to become someone who will die being known for hard work. you were raised up on money, trips, always having what you want. yn? well.. she’s.. practically an orphan. she has nobody, she’s never been outside of town.. with all of this talk about her mother.. it’s not good for your family, jungkook. i’ve payed more than enough to have the photos of you and her kept off of newspapers and magazines.. i need you to let her go. i have a friend who’s daughter is very interested in you and she fits your lifestyle more. i payed the bill for yns grandmother when she went to the doctors over her heart attack.. you owe me son..

“I’m sorry, but I’m not leaving her dad and you need to understand that I love her and I want to be with her I don’t care about your friends daughter and I don’t care if she fits my lifestyle better if you want to disown me, you can but I won’t leave her and that’s fine- why did junghyun got to marry who he wanted but now it’s my time so you’re saying that I should leave her no that’s not gonna work this way at all”

[sirenbehavior]

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