Puppet/Steff | 23 | Female | Aussie
Artist | Graduate | Games DesignAywas ID #6177
Life Ruined By:
Persona 5, Tokyo Ghoul, The Flash, Cow Chop, Monster Hunter, One Piece, Attack on Titan, Jurassic Park.
when your teacher writes OK on a question that was clearly not what they were looking for but was undeniably correct all I can think about is them doing this while grading
what they say:
oh how can you ship that, one of the characters is a bad person, are you a survivor using the ship for coping?
what they mean:
i have little to no understanding of how fiction works and how people interact with it. i genuinely believe enjoying actions in fiction means condoning them in reality, and i don't have any understanding of the transformative nature of fandom. i think it's my job to go around to people i don't even know and demand they submit their extremely personal history of trauma to me so that i might decide if they are Traumatized Enough to be permitted to enjoy their fictional content. and by logical extension, if someone is unwilling to submit to this query of their background or if they *aren't* Traumatized Enough, then they are a Bad Person and I will start a hate campaign against them about how they get off to IRL abuse/rape. and i'll pat myself on the back as i do it because i'm more Pure than they are, i am a Better Person, and that insulates me from having to do any critical thinking about fiction in my entire life. (also i am lowkey jealous that fandom enjoys things that i don't like so i'm just THRILLED to have an excuse to shit on the people who like the thing that i don't.)
I get sick of tumblr’s version of self care, which 90% of the time threads into this beautifully: go pet a fuzzy cute animal! pile up your favorite blankets from childhood and watch disney movies! take a nap! play a game from this list of cute soothings games!
More realistically: go take a shower because it’s been three days. Wash the dishes that have been in the sink since last Friday that you can smell as soon as you open your door because rotting food stinks. Pick all your clothes off the floor because that’s where your entire wardrobe is and you’ve already cried today because you tripped over a sweater and realized the cat puked on it. Call someone who can give you enough courage to pay that bill you’ve been ignoring. Put away the crackers because that’s all you’ve eaten for two days straight. Apologize to the friends who are worried sick about you, and if you can’t at least let them know you are ok and need space.
One of the most empowering types of self-care is responsibility, but tumblr just wants to sit in a closet strung with fairy lights and read their favorite fic.
“Cute” self-care for “cute” mental issues. That’s not reality.
sincerely, a person who has been on prozac for 9 years
this is in response to some shitty stuff i’ve seen on my dash recently. it’s super simplified, so if you’d like to know some more indepth stuff on how exactly it works, google it—OR BETTER YET actually talk to a mental health doctor psychiatrist person wow
Prozac has literally stopped me killing myself. I would be dead if it weren’t for antidepressants. If you spread misinformation I’ll come to your house and smack u into orbit.
This is good, the one thing I’ll point out is that sometimes antidepressants will make you numb- it’s happened to me and my sister- but that’s a sign you’re on the wrong one. So if it happens, go back to your doctor and say you want to try a new one.
signal boosting the fuck outta this SO HARD because the right medication can make all the difference
Also it takes a while to settle into your meds. They will tell you two weeks but it’s actually more like 6 weeks.
stage 1:
aww hey theyd be cute together mannn what if they kissed that would be so rad ///u///
stage 2:
what if they..... maDE OUT. what if they FUCKED
stage 4:
ok but what if they talked about their feelings? what if one of them got hurt and the other one got worried and THEN they fucked wouldn't that be grand
stage 5:
aw shit can u imagine them getting married aw shit good shit gOOD SHIT
stage 6:
kill them. kill one of them. kill the other one. give one of them permanent amnesia. make one have to kill the other. have them fuck and then feel horrible about it. have them ONLY fuck and nothing else. give one of them alzheimer's. muRD E R TH EM
stage 7:
wouldnt *sniff* wouldnt it be nice to *snuffle* to see them *blows into a tissue* see them h a p p y
