working in like any professional sense w cis men is so frustrating like. tell me why one of my podcast cohosts referred to me as emotional in someone else's stream chat tonight
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working in like any professional sense w cis men is so frustrating like. tell me why one of my podcast cohosts referred to me as emotional in someone else's stream chat tonight
hello lovely people!
a certain person who used to really be in this fandom and who writes for a fandom website wrote a pretty horrible article comparing those of us in the fandom who are asking questions about the finale to QAnon. I tweeted at The Mary Sue about it if you’re so inclined to also show some outrage. I’m not asking they be fired, but an apology would be nice to the tone-deafness. This goes beyond criticism, it’s just disgustingly offensive tbqh, at least in my eyes! If not in your eyes, that’s totally cool.
I’ll link you the webarchive version of the article so you don’t have to give them clicks, but a warning, be it this website or their actual website, it may freeze on you. It kept freezing on me ;___; so I use a reader extension on google chrome.
here’s my tweet.
article!
every time a shitpost that takes thirty seconds to type gets more notes than a fic I spend hours on in a fraction of the time I’m reminded how terrible it is to be a creator on here
There's something particularly gut wrenching about having someone tell you "Because I haven't personally witnessed the worst of your suffering, I don't believe you nor do I believe you deserve help."
And I say "that's valid, I understand" and then pleadingly try to explain that that's the thing about mental illness. No one else but me can ever know exactly what I'm going through. It happens inside me, in my head and my body. I cannot show it to you like a bloody wound. But it hurts, I am bleeding out.
I finally found something that helps, and you would rather I bite my tongue until it too bleeds, then let me staunch the invisible wounds.
"I love you, I want to support you, I want you to feel better." But not in any way that makes them have to see it or acknowledge it in anyway.
Don't bleed to death, but don't stop the bleeding with anything. It's ugly and uncomfortable to look at. Stop it by will power alone.
And everytime I swallow these dismissals, I am swallowing blood. It is filling my lungs, I am drowning in it. But you can't see it, so it doesn't count.
"I love you. Shut up."
I’m hoping some day soon I can write for triple c again........
do i download a d*ting *pp
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Ironic that my hair looks best after being violently ravaged by salty ocean waves