#this is toxic

[vilf-lover]

early david is #mybfhatesme final boss

i miss him so bad

[thi0llslide]

Hey Elden Ring fandom… Tis been a while

Do we like toxic Thiollier x Varré??? Lmk lmk….. 👀

[captainaudax]

Manuel Neuer is likely to play at his fifth World Cup in a few weeks.

According to Sky’s Florian Plettenberg, as captured by @iMiaSanMia, Germany coach Julian Nagelsmann has decided on Manuel Neuer as his No. 1 goalkeeper. Previous reports had already claimed Neuer was on Nagelsmann’s 55-man preliminary squad.

Marc-André ter Stegen is still aiming for a return to national team before FIFA World Cup.

Ter Stegen sends emotional message as recent injury ruins major season goal // Tory Adkisson, Anecdote of the Pig // Girona director opens up about Ter Stegen’s injury setback – ‘It was a tragedy’ // Jacqueline Harpman, I Who Have Never Known Men // “St. Denis Picking up His Head”, 19th century, Panthéon murals, Paris // “Somebody has to win, so why not me". This phrase is very positive but it does not work why? // Manuel Neuer is apparently returning to the German national team for the World Cup // Tu n’es plus là où tu étais, mais tu es partout là où je suis, Victor Hugo // Is there never a happy ending? No one is as unlucky as this DFB star

[kittenslikeshinee]

Closed the tab the second he went over the finish line. If I watch any more I'll get extremely upset.

[seulgishaku]

Smth smth after Leo's death, Jason can only draw portraits of his face. He can't focus on shrines or temples, he won't eat properly, he can't sleep.

Hes so, so, so afraid of forgetting what Leo looks like that he cannot physically stop himself.

[alicentsultana]

I am genuinely disappointed and extremely sad about a phenomenon I as writer experienced - and I am seeing other writers experiencing it, I bet other creators are experiencing this also.

Hate comments. Not constructive criticism, not warnings about mistakes, hate comments.

Seriously, wtf.

I'm inside fanfiction communities since my teen years, I've always been mindful about what I commented, as many people had been to me and my work. I don't remember when I last saw hate comments, the rule of "don't like don't read" had always been very clear, as what classifies as criticism and whatnot, until now.

I have answered hate underlined comments, I moved on, though I hadn't posted anything new due to personal issues, but I, as an author, as an adult, as someone who wants to see boundaries and respect within the community, I need to address this wave of shady hate.

I wouldn't dream of going to anyone posts, fanart, fic or work to fight or to call them names, block and tags exists to make us and our dash safe. Where is this audacity coming from? You can have your opinions, you can disagree with what I do as I can disagree to what you do, but what happened to minding our own business? Where is it????

Should I say it's tiktok's fault? Or social media in general? Maybe...

So, for the sake of our sanities, our hobbies, and works, let's call this behavior out. Tumblr, AO3, any other alternative social media site/app isn't TikTok, isn't Twitter, and it's not your mother's house for you to throw shit on the wall.

RESPECT OTHERS, TREAT THEM AS YOU WANT TO BE TREATED, and the most important thing: DON'T LIKE, DON'T INTERACT.

You can rage all you like inside your social circle, in your social media, without @ no one else, but have some sense!

Also, if you were a target of hate, you have all the right to CALL THEM OUT. Just don't forget to never go down to their level of dirty.

- feeling lighter now.

[echo-of-apollo]

Where the Want Began

Mediocrity

consumes me.

I'm never great,

never the best—

just okay,

just average.

It's a cycle.

Every time

I find something

that I feel great at,

it makes me feel passionate,

talented—

like I'm someone

who's unique,

someone worth noticing.

But then

I meet someone else

who shares the same interest,

someone I know

I could never compare to—

someone leagues above me.

And suddenly,

I'm nothing special again.

I go back to average.

Wash. Rinse. Repeat.

At first, I looked up

to those more talented,

convinced myself

I would be like them someday.

that I just needed

more practice.

But then it happened again.

Over and over again.

with each new hobby or interest,

my maximum

will always be someone's minimum.

I started admiring less

and began to envy more.

Soon envy became resentment,

then resentment became hate,

and hate became lackluster.

I stopped being passionate.

I stopped writing.

Drawing.

Creating.

I quit everything.

Because what was the point

in finding a talent

if I could never be the best?

If all I'll ever be

is—

mediocre.

New poem yayyyy, very glad that I'm out of my writers block even if it was at the cost of my already low self-esteem

anyways this is part 1 technically but it works for whichever one you read first I guess