Discover Top Posts Tagged with #which is exhausting

I would love to write but I need to spend the next month recovering from being in hospital.

#I had to explain it as #it’s being overstimulated without your recharge place #for like three weeks #which is exhausting #even if you’re meant to be getting treated #I need to lay down forever #🎲. ooc #tbd

Always bothers me when I’ll HC a character with their tits out as being Catholic and some European goes “erm ackshually all Catholics hate sex and being sexy☝️🤓” because like… have you seen Latin/Latin American culture…

This post is specifically about Dracule Mihawk btw

#like get outta here #Mel mutters #this is specifically about central and Eastern European people I’ve come across #and not all of them have said that! but I have come across people from there generalizing their experience to different cultures #which is exhausting #also I guess this applies to Shiro to an extent

It would be so wonderful if the greater magical community could agree on at least some base definitions.

I also know this will never happen.

It sure makes trying to have a discussion about a topic difficult, though, when the two people are using the same word to mean entirely different things.

ESPECIALLY if one of the two parties is dead set on their definition being the only correct one.

But we can't even agree on what a "witch" is, so I just don't have a lot of hope.

#elminx rambles #I could talk about the time when I tried to define my terms so that I could make sure me and the other person were on the same page #and their response was: I won't even look at your definitions #that's not even a discussion anymore then #you just want to be right #which is exhausting

having the strongest urge lately to write a gallavich high school au and i have no plot just vibes going on in my head but two things are imperative to the narrative: one, mickey does not want to be there, ever, and two, ian plays basketball. that’s all i have for you today but just know this world is being built in my head one locker combo at a time and it’s driving me up a fucking wall that it doesn’t already just exist on the page in front of me

#it’s clawing at my brain and it is not letting go #also #i’m sure there could be a similar story that exists #but it’s not what i’m looking for #i want the one in my brain #but that means i have to write it #which is exhausting #but i’m being haunted by this daydream so #who know what will happen #feel free to ask me about it i have no shortage of details #none of them making sense or connecting in any way close to a plot #gallavich #gallavich hs au

ALL legion reboots miss out on how useful (and funny) it would be to have two invisible kids' on the team.

It would be hard enough to fight ONE guy while he's invisible, but having TWO of them going at you? Infinitely harder.

But also, they would be so good at pulling pranks

#and then pushing the blame onto each other #and no one has any way to disprove if one or the other did it because they were invisible who is going to say 'no that wasn't jacques/lyle'#yeah this is just me being sad that they aren't writing together more often #i miss lyle #and jacque is such a fun character #and dc doesn't utilize EITHER of them well anymore #it seems like recently all they do with either of them is pull the 'haha there was someone here the whole time you just didn't know!' gag #which is exhausting #lyle norg #jacques foccart #invisible kid #invisible kid ii #legion of super heroes #losh

listen, many of you have valid points, but "how can this thing be the less evil of two evil things if it still contains a significant amount of evil" is not the slam-dunk rhetorical argument that some of you seem to think it is

#not my most charitable work #but i am tired and snippy #and this continues to be such a failure to engage with the substance of the argument #which is exhausting

#just saw a post about lizzo talking about liam #might’ve not been the whole things but she said:#i don’t know who lied to that poor boy but he was not the front man #which yea eventually he wasn’t the front man but he really was during x factor??#i don’t know what’s worse people taking what liam said out of context #or people thinking they know what happened and how the band worked #first i feel like lizzo is doing this because she is harry’s bestie #~~~~is~~~~#and second people once again are trying to boys against each other #to put the boys*#which is exhausting #lizzo you are cool i guess but it’s not your place so maybe shut up???#i don’t even talk about liam here because i’m not an active fan of his anymore but i was for a long time you know #and that’s why #i don’t think it’s my place to talk about it #so why people who know absolutely nothing about the band think they can say whatever they want?#and people are probably gonna make this somehow about harry and lizzo taking about this #talking *#which honestly they might be actually friends but i’m sure as hell harry is not out there bad mouthing liam to other people #just shut up 👏🏼SHUT👏🏼UP👏🏼#it’s bad enough that so many of his so called fans are already out there saying the nastiest things about him #and now ~~~celebrities~~~ are gonna do the same? 🙄

I just want to put it out in the world. To remember & hopefully to share the feeling with whoever might be needing this particular slew of positivity.

I feel so Blessed.

There’s really no other word for it. & I don’t mean in a organised-religion-sort-of-way, though if that’s what helps you, then feel free.

I mean that aside from the obvious reasons, my life has been such a cluster fuck for the last couple of years & it felt like I was constantly clinging on by the edges of my fingernails. To my own sanity, to my will to keep going, to everything & everyone I hold dear.

And yes, I lost one of those people. An incredibly important & loved someone. But that isn’t what this post is about.

What I’m feeling now? That I’ve made it through. Mostly. There are still plenty of rough patches to go (the impending festive season which harshly reminds me that we’re approaching a year of her being a gone being the obvious one) & I am trying to prepare for them as best I can.

But mostly? I’ve made it. & that cliche is true, I made it through with a bit of help from my friends.

I have a house. I have my own honest to goodness space that is entirely mine, to do exactly what I want with, to feel however I want to feel, to do exactly as I please.

I can slow dance in front of a frying pan while I cook - yes, me, cooking! & I’m not terrible at it! - I can spend twenty minutes laying on my own carpet in my own living room because my back is bad, I can forget to close the living room door behind me & groan when I realise it’s letting all the heat out. I can play music from the moment I get in the door until I drift off to sleep. I can watch telly - my own single choice of telly! First time ever! I can organise my books & DVDs in whatever random configuration suits me & then forget the system three days later. I can have tea whenever I feel like it & finally use all those special blends I’ve been saving for so long.

I will never EVER stop being grateful for this incredible gift. For opening my own curtains & looking out & feeling Home for the first time in so very long.

I have projects planned. I have things I want to do now. The whole world, cliche as it is, is open to me now. My oyster.

& I am so unbelievably lucky. Because I have the most special, supportive, loving, fantastic, spectacular circle of people around me. To help, to talk, to advise, to be there whenever I need them. I feel it! In a consistent, almost physical way, this warmth & joy inside that is this massive blanket of LOVE from them all.

Friends, family, people I could not do without. Who give their time & their concern & their attention. Just because I ask. Who check in when I’m forgetful. Who never judge me for my faults. Who make me laugh.

It’s almost like I can’t contain all of this happiness, it’s bubbling & roiling inside me, trying desperately to be expressed & I can’t figure out how.

Hence this brain splurge.

Plus I want to remember & be able to come back to this memory of being tucked into my arm chair, feeling so full of love & joy & excitement for the future. Because I know it won’t always be like this. & I need to remember.

So if you see this & are in your own dark forest & are looking for that one tiny star just visible through the tree canopy - I see you. & if I can help in any way, I want to. Because with all the love I’ve been given, I want desperately to share it. With anyone who needs it.

#e.s. personal #trying to be healthy about things #which is exhausting #but a little bit wonderful?#I’ll get by with a little help from my friends #think I need to listen to that song now