I just got these in my ask box and snipped them and saved them before blocking the anon that sent them. This is a normal sight for me. I haven’t even started RPing on this blog yet and I am getting bullied. It is rude, childish and uncalled for. I did nothing to these people or person if they are the same anon and I don’t deserve this. It isn’t fair to me or right. It is childish behavior.
So apparently this is what I have gotten from the clues I picked up here when it comes to the Hetalia fandom or any fandom on Tumblr.
Everyone is allowed to ship but me.
All my muses are seen as the same to everyone who has never RPed with me even though no one has even tried to interact with them or me to prove otherwise.
That all I want is smut, which is false but, they are just anons who know nothing of me.
And lastly that no matter what I do or where I go, I am not worthy and I am just fucking trash if I don’t conform to what these SJW fans of any fandom believe is the “fandom rules” even though there are no such thing as “fandom rules” in RP.
Yeah. You see why I feel like shit all the time, worthless and unwanted. Because I get shit like this when I just want to RP. Really. I don’t want to end up like one of those people who can’t trust anyone no matter what and will end up hating humanity and not have friends because of these type of people.
I don’t think these anons realize they are actually causing emotional and mental damage to people. Physical damage can heal, but mental and emotional. No they linger, they end up part of one’s personality and actions. How they view the world and how they view society. Seriously. But I don’t think these people care about anyone but themselves and that they believe the fandom was exclusively made for them attitude. That you have to be in their clique and believe and act and think just like them or you are seen as a damn social pariah. Which it looks like I am.
Would people stop sending OP anon hate? It’s cowardly and pathetic and I’m sick of seeing a close friend get hated on all the time. It’s unfair and it’s doing irreversible damage.
look. i don’t think my stretch marks are beautiful. i don’t think they’re tiger stripes or natural tattooos. i don’t think my acne is beautiful. i don’t think the bags under my eyes are beautiful. i just think they’re human. and i don’t think i have to be beautiful all of the time in order to be accepted and loved and sucessful. i don’t think every small detail of my outer appearence needs to be translated into prettiness.
fun fact: this POV is actually called “body neutrality” and it’s SO MUCH more accessible/realistic for a lot of people. it’s based on the idea that the way we look is the least interesting/important thing about who we are, and that our bodies are worthy of respect regardless if they fit the mold of the current beauty ideals.
Thank you to all the people who posted this so I ended up seeing it. I really needed this right now. Thank you!
Yeah… Not gonna lie… I cried…
We need more people like this
Goddamn it stop making me feel human
The therapist I wanna be.
Text in the image:
“I’m a therapist and keep this poster in my waiting room, apparently it’s saved a few lives.”
I don’t like the phrase “a cry for help.” I just don’t like how it sounds. When somebody says to me, “I’m thinking about suicide. I have a plan: I just need a reason not to do it,” the last thing I see is helplessness.
I think your depression has been beating you up for years. It’s called you ugly, and stupid, and pathetic, and a failure, for so long that you’ve forgotten that it’s wrong. You don’t see any good in yourself, and you don’t have any hope.
But still here you are: you’ve come over to me, banged on my door and said, “HEY! Staying alive is REALLY HARD right now! Just give me something to fight with! I don’t care if it’s a stick! Give me a stick and I can stay alive!”
How is that helpless? I think that’s incredible. You’re like a marine: trapped for years behind enemy lines. Your gun has been taken away, you’re out of ammo, you’re malnourished, and you’ve probably caught some kind of jungle virus that’s making you hallucinate giant spiders.
And you’re still just going, “GIVE ME A STICK. I’M NOT DYING OUT HERE.” “A cry for help” makes it sound like I’m supposed to take pity on you, but you don’t need my pity. This isn’t pathetic. This is the will to survive. This is how humans lived long enough to become the dominant species.
With NO hope, running on NOTHING, you’re ready to cut through a hundred miles of hostile jungle with nothing but a stick, if that’s what it takes to get to safety.
All I’m doing is handing out sticks.
You’re the one saying alive.
I legit cried at this. I’ve needed to hear it put this way. Bless this post.
Every time I see this post I stop to read the whole image. It always helps — even on the good days.
Because it wasn’t weakness. It wasn’t shameful to seek help. It wasn’t pathetic to “cry for help”. I was looking for a stick, be that from myself or from someone else. I was trying to find a way out. I was trying to heal myself.
this is fuckin incredible.
I’m sorry if I repost to many of these, but if it could be someone’s “stick” then it’s worth it
For anyone that needs to read this today.
-FemaleWarrior, She/They
They also have this one and I think quite a few others but these two I keep on my phone and pull up on my bad days.
Text in the second image:
“Why are you so lazy?”
But you’re not lazy. Lazy is when you shrug things off because you can’t summon up the give-a-damn. When you’re curled up tight on your chair, at your desk, alone and grey and desperately wishing that you had your life in order, that you did all those things that you had to do, that it didn’t feel like breaking rocks just to feed and clothe yourself and get some sleep, that’s not lazy.
People don’t understand. You tell them “It’s Hard.” They tell you, “No it isn’t. You’re just lazy.”
You start to wonder if they’re right. Is breaking those rocks easy for everyone else? Are they that much stronger than you? They don’t look like they’re struggling. “Just try harder,” they say. But you’re trying. It’s not working. Breaking boulders in your path until you’re spent isn’t lazy, and you do it day after day.
You’re not lazy. Most people don’t have those rocks to break.They don’t even know what it’s like to have to break rocks to get things done. They don’t understand how hard you have to work, and how hopeless you feel, when you try and fail to do what they do easily. Things hard harder for you, they really are. And if those people had to deal with your problems they wouldn’t be doing any better.
You’re not lazy. You’re not weak. You’re fighting hard. I guess I just want you to know that I know that.”
I’m still not sure how to explain to non-writers that sometimes characters can just do things without your consent or foreknowledge and there’s not a lot you can do to stop them.
Like yes I made them up. No I don’t know what they will do next or why. No, I don’t know better than them??? Am I supposed to be, i don’t know, the authority on this thing that only exists inside my own brain…or something??? Mind your business.
go from “I love you and no matter how much you hurt me I’ll forgive you and keep loving you”. to “I love you but if you use that as an opportunity to hurt me you have betrayed my love and trust, and you’ll never have it again”
I’m going through a socially isolating period in my life. It’s just like the first one, except my mental health is better than it was in 2013, but overcoming the last period of social isolation was blatant luck and this one feels more self-inflicted because of anxiety.
I remember being younger and interacting with people into the same series I was. Yeah. That isn’t going to happen again until some things about me change.
However, I’d still like to say that I’m looking forward to Yu-Gi-Oh Sevens coming back. It understandably has fans in the franchise polarized because of the art style, but I really enjoy the series for what it is.
