Me to my therapist: nonono, you see, in star wars, some people can survive on pure spite. Like, they can have all their limbs cut off, cut in half, stabbed through major organs and they survive on nothing but "fuck you" energy

My therapist: alright, so how do we get you to start living on pure "fuck you" energy

Fuck your dreams. Fuck your nightmares. I’m gonna beat you!

I’m new at my job so sometimes me trying to do my job isn’t going to produce the results we want.

Kind of a given right?

The bad result happened twice so guess what? He calls me on his day off to tell me how bad of a job I’m doing and how he’ll have to report it to our bosses.

What he doesn’t know is one of our managers was sitting next to me and I had him on speaker phone.

Like, I wanted to show someone else how he was talking to me because he doesn’t talk like that to them? They try to downplay it and say we need to work together and get along, but how am I supposed to do that if he’s constantly antagonizing me?

Why do I have to be the cordial and flexible one who doesn’t get to stand up for myself? Why does he get to act out and nothing happens to him?

Why is it that when I ask for support from my managers they default to just ignore him and focus on making your money until I put it in an email? Then it’s suddenly okay I’ll talk to the big boss about it.

I don’t want to be the complainer, but if I stand up for myself, I put myself in a position to be framed badly by him.

So like, I guess that just means I have to fucking take it? I just have to grin and bear it? I have to perform when my work partner does pretty much everything he can to belittle me?

I’m tired of this bullshit.

I love this job. I love the rest of my coworkers.

But he really makes me want to quit. And I don’t have anything else lined up, and if I quit, it clearly shows he got to me, and he doesn’t have to worry about me taking his job, and he wins.

I don’t fucking want him to win.

Fuck. That. Shit. Fuck him.

I want to win. I want him to regret ever fucking messing with me. I want him to respect me. Actually scratch that, I don’t want to care about what he wants or thinks or does. That’s what I want.

I want to come to work, be able to ignore him 95% of the time, get my own shit done, and leave. It’s a job, and we’re partners, so we’re literally forced to work together, but if I can limit that to a minimum, you best bet that’s what I’m doing.

I know probably no one is going to read this, but it’s a cathartic vent. Plus I doubt he’s on here, and if he is, he’s gonna be hard pressed to find this or me.

It just sucks that the only advice my bosses can give me is you’re young and have plenty of time to find the right person for you. Like thanks, really, but I know that.

I just need some time to get over the parts of him that I liked. And honestly, having him pull this bullshit today has helped. Not as much as I would have liked, but it’s a far cry from yesterday and the day before.

I think now my main thing is I’m disappointed in myself. And logically the way to get over that is to forgive myself, but obviously that’s way easier said than done.

If I try to work on forgiving myself tonight, I think I’ll just have to resign myself to crying myself to sleep again, but I guess it’ll at least be for a different, possibly better?, reason.

Would you like to find out what you would be the god of? Take my new uqiz to find out

Hey when you move out on your own the most important food tip I can give you is “maybe you don’t hate x maybe your guardians just cooked it wrong”

The number of foods I have learned I really like if they’re Fucking Seasoned

The number of foods I’ve introduced friends to that they warned me they’d always hated til I let them try a piece of mine

Also marinade things for 24 hours the second you have your own fridge it is a GAME CHANGER you thought you knew food but you have never met her

Personally I think that Azula should have been redeemed simply so that she can become Zuko's horrible little advisor who whispers evil little plans to him so that he can do the exact opposite

Danny: *just chilling on the couch while being very still™️ at the Wayne Manor*

Clark: *comes to visit*

Clark: hey Bruce?

Bruce: yes?

Clark: why is there a dead child in your living room?

Bruce: what 0-0

Danny: oh shit

Danny: *starts up heartbeat* better?

Clark: *even more freaked out*

Is it me or is history is repeating itself?

god i love skk sm i wish gay ppl were real :(

Dpx Dc AU: Ectoplasm is required for Ghosts to be visible to the human eye- And Danny creates his own ectoplasm.

Danny is visiting Jazz in Gotham and its weird how friendly everyone is. Like, the city gets a really bad rapport, everywhere he goes there is someone trying to strike up a conversation or answer his questions about getting around to the tourist spots. A few people even pointed out restaurants and ways to find off the beaten path gems! Jazz seems to role her eyes at him, but when he brings up her 'roommate' being kind of cute she flat out laughs.

Danny then comes to understand the Jazz doesn't have a roommate and that Ghosts in Gotham don't move far from their haunts- He's just been inadvertently turning these undead folks visible by accident of generating abnormal amounts of ectoplasm.

Which, is comforting in a way, he's never walking this dangerous city alone and really, most of the ghosts have been really friendly! They disappear once he's a few blocks away from them anyway.

---

Tim Drake is having a horrible day.

He'd been given intel that one of Black Mask's guys was going to snitch but that he'd died before given the opportunity to reach out to the GCPD. He tracks down the guy's last know whereabouts and yikes. Its next to the Theater. Tim was often grateful for his childhood obsessions, this time it backfired.

Tim and Bruce get into an argument about trust and respect and, worst of all, mental health. And even though Tim was vehemently against Batman accompanying Red Robin to the alleyway - that's exactly what happens.

They arrive and Bruce is closing up faster than a clam in the contaminated Gotham Bay- Clearly being in the Alley bothers him. No fucking shit. RR gets started on collecting evidence, there are a few extra blood splatters and a single left shoe... When a kid walks into the Alley.

"Uh, sorry to intrude-" The kid looks scared shitless, and runs away. And then, all of a sudden, Batman and Robin aren't alone in the Alley.

Tim can hardly believe his eyes as the dead man appears and quickly blabs Black Mask's bank passwords and what the plan had been- and While he's over joyed to have that closure, he turns around to Batman weeping in the arms of his parents.

The ghosts fade, and the emotions are certainly charged as this was never something Bruce or Tim would have ever dreamed of happening. Ghosts in Gotham. Talking, floating, granting closure.

"RR, Bats, come in." Oracle calls into their ears.

"Reporting in, but, uh, we need a minute."

"A minute? We have a case on 4th and-"

"O, we just saw the ghosts of the Waynes. It's going to be a minute."

"...Lots of Ghost reports lately then. Any chance you saw a kid looking like he could be adopted?"

"Yeah, actually, black hair and blue eyes. He was super polite before he ran away."

"We have work to do. Oracle, lets prioritize finding our person of interest and divert Nightwing and Robin to the case on 4th." Batman cut between them on the comms and he sounded... calmer than either of them anticipated.

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Jazz is no longer laughing when Batman appears at her door explaining that he's looking for Danny (Who already flew away from town to get a good night's sleep before class on Monday). Turns out Danny reunited the man with his dead parents just briefly- and then the second guy appears and mentions how Danny had also given a guy who'd been murdered by a Mob enough time to explain the ongoing threats the city faced.

Jazz just rolls her eyes and says that it's not like the ghosts are going anywhere anytime soon and Danny will visit in another month. When pressed, she just explains that her brother is a weirdo. No of course he doesn't have powers. Gaslight and Girlbosses her way out.

And Jazz thinks that the game is up for at least another month, obviously when Danny visits more shit will stir up, but then this new guy appears.

Unlike the other Bats who are keen on watching her from a distance, the Red Hood knocks on her door. Are her eyebrows all the way into her hairline when Red Hood asks her to send his thanks along to Danny because somehow this whole situation led to his Dad expressing remorse for his actions and apologizing? Yes, yes they are.

But Jazz can smell Dissertation Data off of these vigilantes- Who is she to send them away? Jazz welcomes Red Hood into her place for a cup of tea and a small chat.

The story then devolves into Jazz getting shit done, Danny being cute by proximity and also bringing ghosts to the party, and the Bats having trauma resolve between them.

I want to be an Emily but I know that I am a Murph

As soon as oxygen entered my lungs again, I was pissed off.

always by your side

Kitchen Nightmares, S5 E1

i absolutely cannot believe people are trying to start discourse about whether nex benedict was actually nonbinary / whether it was okay for him to describe himself as nonbinary to some people if he didn’t actually identify that way as if he isn’t literally DEAD because he was KILLED. this is a MURDERED CHILD and these monsters are so busy getting mad at the possibility that he might have been a trans boy who described himself as nonbinary to his family because that was easier for them to take that they’re turning a CHILD who was MURDERED into fucking discourse. even when we die at the hands of cis people’s violence, our own community finds a way to make us the villains of the story.

and all of this bullshit on top of the ways that cis people are already trying to say our grief over his death is unjustified. all of this on top of people claiming he wasn’t murdered and speculating on other causes of death (i literally saw someone say he “clearly went home and took the coward’s way out” and i have never been more disgusted) or claiming that he started the fight as if any action on his part could’ve been enough to justify his death. i am haunted by the sound of his father screaming that his child was not filth because that is what people have been saying about this poor kid, that’s how cruelly his memory is being treated, and even the trans community can’t get it’s shit together enough to look past the stupid discourse and see the tragedy in front of us. did you all forget that it was supposed to be up to us to grieve him in the way he deserves when the rest of the world fails to care if people like him live or die? did you all forget that this child was our sibling, the future of our community, a life that we should have had the chance to know and treasure while he was still here but that we now have a responsibility to hold close to our hearts in his absence? nex’s life was precious and it was ended far too soon and if you truly believe that anything is more important than mourning his life and fighting for a world where no more trans people have to meet such an awful fate, you’re a traitor to this community and you do not deserve the place you occupy within it.

i’m so tired. i can’t even imagine how tired his family must be, to see the public treat the child they’re grieving so horribly, to see the world fail their baby again. leave him alone. he was already robbed of peace in life; the least you can do is let him finally have it in death.