Me When Im Having A Manic Episode

Gen Z is slowly dying on the inside as you paint a smile on your face.

Gen Z is hoping for another bomb threat so you can get out of taking that math test.

Gen Z is laughing at things that make no sense to anyone else because they don’t realize that humor is the only thing we have left.

Gen Z is making nihilistic jokes all the time.

Gen Z is saying you want to die and hearing your friends say they want to die and not quite knowing if they really mean it anymore and being scared that they do.

Gen Z is not making those jokes so much after someone really does die.

Gen Z is knowing exactly why every door on campus needs an ID card to open.

Gen Z is knowing that those locks won’t do shit if something really happens.

Gen Z is wondering when someone will come to your school and start killing your friends.

Gen Z is hating the shitheads in charge and just waiting until you can finally do something about them.

Gen Z is being torn between wanting to die and wanting to overthrow the government.

Gen Z is being tired of being treated like a child when our childhoods were ripped away from us years ago.

Gen Z is growing up too fast but still no one else will take you seriously.

Gen Z is angry.

Gen Z is done.

Gen Z is here and you’d better watch your asses.

petition to rename the usa ‘south canada’

That feeling tho when you find that fic writer that just absolutely fucking

understands the characters to their core

writes so well they–just so–they just—their writing is—-THEY WRITE GOOD

shatters your bad mood with a new update

writes a fic that you can read over again and still clutch at your heart like HOLY SHIT I FUCKING LOVE–I LOVE THIS FIC

writes a scene that has you all giddy in public and that one random stranger asks you like “ooo you are smiling :) :) is that a boy :) you are talking to :)” and you’re like “no I’m reading a Everybody Lives/Nobody Dies AU, please leave”

understands and portrays the characters better than the people who make MOVIES with those characters

amazing. just amazing. fic writers are awesome

kids remind me, often, of the things i've taught myself out of.

i have a big dog. he looks like a deer. he is taller than most young children. while we were on a trail the other day, a boy coming our direction saw us and froze. he took a step back and said: "i'm feeling nervous. your - your dog is kind of big."

goblin and i both stopped walking immediately. "he is kind of a big dog," i admitted. "he's called a greyhound. they are gentle but they are pretty tall, which is kind of scary, you're right. their legs are so long because they are made for running fast. i am sorry we scared you. would you like us to stand still while you move past us, or would you feel more safe in your body if we move and you stay still?'

"oh. i didn't know that about - greyhounds. i think i ... i want to stay still," he said. at this point, his adult had caught up to us. "i'm nervous about the dog," he told her, "so i'm - i'm gonna stay still." she didn't argue. she didn't make fun of him. she just smiled at him and at me and held his hand while goblin and i, with as wide of a berth as we could make, crept our way through.

behind us, i heard him exhale a deep breath and kind of laugh - "he was really big, huh? she said it's because greyhounds have to go fast."

"he was big," she said. "i understand why that could have made you a little scared."

"yeah. next time i - next time do you think i could maybe ask to touch him? when - i mean, next time, maybe, if i'm not nervous."

later, going to a work event, in the big city, i stood outside, trembling. my social anxiety as a caught bird in my chest. i took a deep breath and turned to my coworker. she's not even really my friend yet. i told her: "i feel nervous about this. i am not used to meeting new people, ever since covid."

she laughed, but not in a mean way. she said she was nervous too. she reached her hand out and held mine, and we both took another deep breath and walked in like that, interlinked. a few people asked us - together? - and i told the truth: i feel nervous, and she's helping. over and over i watched people relax too, admitting i feel really kind of shy lately actually, thank you for saying that.

the next time i go to an event, and i feel a little scared, i ask right away: wanna hold hands? this feels a little dangerous. i hesitate less. i don't hide it as much. i watch for other people who are also nervous and say - it's kinda hard, huh?

i know, logically, i'm not good at asking for help. but i am also not good at noticing when i need help. i've trained myself out of asking completely, but i've also trained myself to never accept my own fears or excuses. i have trained myself to tamp down every anxiety and just-push-through. i don't know what i'm protecting myself from - just that i never think to admit it to anyone.

but every person on earth occasionally needs comfort. every person on earth occasionally needs connection. many of us were taught independence is the same thing as never needing anything.

each of us should have had an adult who heard - i feel nervous and held our hand and asked us how we could be helped to feel safe. no judgement, and no chiding. many of us did not. many of us were punished for the ways that we seemed "weak".

but here is something: i am an adult now. and i get nervous a lot, actually. and if you are an adult and you are feeling a little nervous - come talk to me. we can hold hands and figure out what will help us feel safe in our bodies. and maybe, next time, if we're brave, we can pet the dog that's passing.

girls be like *he is my comfort character* and then bam its the most emotionally traumatised ficitonal man you’ve ever seen

all fanfiction is funnier and sexier and vastly better-written when you read it at three in the morning, in the dark, lying on your side, tucked into bed, with screen rotate turned off. that’s just how it works. that’s just facts.

forbidden knowledge

I really want a science fiction story where aliens come to invade earth and effortlessly wipe out humanity, only to be fought off by the wildlife.

They were expecting military resistance. They weren’t counting on bears.

Raven makes mistakes sometimes.

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just watched The Old Guard and it's possibly my new favorite thing ever but did y'all notice that there was ZERO sexualization? Not even a love interest/love triangle/etc aside from the (beautiful) pre-established, no-drama relationship between Joe and Nicky? There was reference to Andy's past partners and she has a close bond with Booker but there's no kiss, no establishing-shot boyfriend for Nile. And there's no shirtless scene, changing-clothes scene, smash-cut-to-sex-scene, nothing. It would have been so easy to slip into the movie had it been directed by a man! All the women in the movie wear just as much as the men, or more, if you count that Joe and Nicky had their shirts off when being tested (tortured). It's beautiful and refreshing and all the characters with partners drink only love-your-partner juice, even Copley talking about his wife.

Glorious. Refreshing.