#what the fuck is the POINT

[borderline-musings]

I…why is one small thing always capable of ruining my entire mood, my day, my week, my year. All I want to do is die or scream or burn something or disappear. Just. Why

I was thriving a minute ago. Now everything is just…pain.

[ghettogothgoblin]

like who tf wants to live after that

[pom-seedss]

I am so tired of all this pain and nothing to do about it.

New chiros are not helping and frankly condescending. No physio has any idea what is going on. Family doc has all but given up thinking I'm just a whiner.

But this pain in my chest just won't go away. Release the muscle, put the rib back into place, it doesn't matter.

The grief and all the crying has also hit my body extremely hard. I feel like every fiber of my being is frayed and unstable. I just start shivering for no fucking reason.

I haven't done chores in almost a fucking month, piling it all on my spouse. And that's not sustainable because his work is doing the exact same thing. He just came back from two weeks off to nothing having been done, and the things that were being troubledshooted were being done on the wrong fucking systems!? The incompetence and checkedout-ness of his colleagues is just so infuriating and there isn't anything I can do about that.

And my body is failing me so I can't even help him at home.

Meanwhile I can barely do anything. I spent the entire day yesterday looking at my ceiling because being upright for more than twenty minutes made my body feel like it was on fire.

I'm not sure what else I am supposed to do. What else am I supposed to say? How can I get anyone to listen to me?

Or is this just going to be my life until ...what? Really. Until what.

I just want to know what to do. Is there a cheat code I can put in to get people to fucking listen to me? Because frankly I have tried everything. Even trying to bring up concerns by proxy, explain other people are concerned and even tried to bring in back up to appointments. I can play incompetent, I can play competent, I can play desperate, I can play stoic, I can bend however the fuck they want me to. But for what? For fucking what?

For nothing.

[storm-driver]

when did the DMCA for twitch get so fucking strict that video game osts for the game that i am playing become illegal.

[nottmuchtopost]

DAMMIT I NEED SOME DINO EGG OATMEAL

STAT!!

This shit is the bomb dot com and I forgot it existed AGAIN

dinosaur sprinkles. look at this post with your eyes if you agree

[aurora-uwu]

Literally what the fuck is the point of mobile games

[s-kully]

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[fittoniapearcei]

Couldn't even get an interview at the community college I attend, in the department I'm already in, with background experience 🙃

[inkskinned]

this is just my opinion but i think any good media needs obsession behind it. it needs passion, the kind of passion that's no longer "gentle scented candle" and is now "oh shit the house caught on fire". it needs a creator that's biting the floorboards and gnawing the story off their skin. creators are supposed to be wild animals. they are supposed to want to tell a story with the ferocity of eating a good stone fruit while standing over the sink. the same protective, strange instinct as being 7 and making mud potions in pink teacups: you gotta get weird with it.

good media needs unhinged, googling-at-midnight kind of energy. it needs "what kind of seams are invented on this planet" energy and "im just gonna trust the audience to roll with me about this" energy. it needs one person (at least) screaming into the void with so much drive and energy that it forces the story to be real.

sometimes people are baffled when fanfic has some stunning jaw-dropping tattoo-it-on-you lines. and i'm like - well, i don't go here, but that makes sense to me. of fucking course people who have this amount of passion are going to create something good. they moved from a place of genuine love and enjoyment.

so yeah, duh! saturday cartoons have banger lines. random street art is sometimes the most precious heart-wrenching shit you've ever seen. someone singing on tiktok ends up creating your next favorite song. youtubers are giving us 5 hours of carefully researched content. all of this is the impossible equation to latestage capitalism. like, you can't force something to be good. AI cannot make it good. no amount of focus-group testing or market research. what makes a story worth listening to is that someone cares so much about telling it - through dance, art, music, whatever it takes - that they are just a little unhinged about it.

one time my friend told me he stayed up all night researching how many ways there are to peel an orange. he wrote me a poem that made me cry on public transportation. the love came through it like pith, you know? the words all came apart in my hands. it tasted like breakfast.

[wolfythewitch]

not entirely happy with it haha, didn't have enough time to polish the concept but wahoo jarchivist moment

[ashesofmypsyche]

Involuntarily hospitalized by my workplace

What the fuck???

Like.... WHAT?

[thinmints-and-stars-in-your-eyes]

Why starve at school all day if I'm gonna be a fucking pig at home

[outlandishcarp]

Awesome!!!! Third time being rejected from the same fucking internship!!!!!!!

[mossycakes]

think about louis telling daniel about having sex with lestat for the first time in s1 ep1 and ending it with "at the time i did not consider myself a homosexual". that is the funniest fucking mental image because it essentially went like this;

louis: yeah so after i sucked his thumb i couldnt hold myself back from him anymore and we had gay sex. now daniel lemme tell you this was no ordinary gay sex, this was HEROIN gay sex. i had his dick in my ass like god damn it feels like im floating. it turned out we actually were, we had sex so good we were actually levitating in the middle of the room. it wasnt gay tho

daniel:

[professorcalculusstanaccount]

I remember discussing Tintin casting choices with a friend from Germany and remarked how it was odd he often has an English accent in adaptations rather than a Belgian one, and my friend just replied "that's because Tintin gives incredibly strong English boy energy (derogatory)"

Here in the UK there's a lot of weird classism tied into accents. Today accent diversity and representation in broadcasting is actively pursued but in Tintin's time there certainly was a preferred accent to have.

imagine this exchange happens between pages 28-29 in The Crab with the Golden Claws

[3liza]

hot autistic adult women are always saying they're doing fine really and everyone is nice to them and they just need to figure out a few little things and then everything will be perfect