really hate that any time someone seems slightly upset with me i cry

Danny moved to Gotham.

Freakshow is touring in Gotham.

Freakshow knows Danny is in Gotham.

Danny knows Freakshow is still after him.

Danny's faith in heroes has been shattered.

Danny turns to the only person powerful enough to run Freakshow out of town, hopefully for good.

Danny turns to the Joker for help.

The Joker is looking for a new punching bag sidekick after Harley Quinn left him.

Danny is just the perfect person to be shaped by the Joker's hands.

Danny becomes the new Joker Junior.

Fe3h Golden Deer Night Out + Hubert, because originally I was gonna draw all the houses, but believe it or not I always had something higher priority to do lol

Another thing that makes kaladin so painfully relatable is how much his mental illness hides his personality, because between depressive episodes and trauma he's this sarcastic little shit that smiles a lot at his friends and then the depression gets to him and all that disappears

Pac and Fit watching and tubbo becomes more and more emotionally dependent upon them and Sunny as the days progress and how he sends himself into a panic if he loses sight of her or them for more then a minute to the point that they once left to grab something from the factory while he was distracted with working on the hole and when they came back he was in hysterics thinking that they finally left him

Me: am I emotionally stable enough to interact with (x) media today? Let's find out! Me: *spins wheel of symptoms* Me: Me: Me: PLEASE STOP SPINNING. Wheel: *spins even faster*

Various tones of BnB sillies

Whether or not the adage that chronic stress is as bad as smoking is or true or not, hearing that and knowing that a huge stress factor is often one's continued financial, housing, and food security really should radicalize more people. The idea of stress being damaging to long and short-term health should make you stop and wonder what contributes to stress in the first place, and if preventative measures would inevitably be a net benefit to the overall health and wellbeing of everybody

I might have found a meme that relates to your situation-

I feel so bad that poor old lady actually told me she was not ok and I couldn’t even comfort her 💀 they’re really overworking us and she was done like ? Idk :’v it’s funny in a sad kind of way because everyone has been struggling to get a job but like 10 people in my team quit the first couple of months and it just kept getting worse and now most of us can’t take on the extra work =w=

if i don't see the email it can't hurt me (<- guy who is about to be hurt by the email)

Is there a better answer to Nexus mods?

Outside of squirreling files away on a Discord or Patreon?

The kind of stuff going on in this post is such a common occurrence, on top of the toxic community, rude users, etc. And then people will repost your mods on scummy sites (we're talking sites where content Nexus mods will actually ban go.)

I feel like even going to obscure sites doesn't really work, because people share the links around and you still get bad actors.

I dunno. It's all just discouraging.

“kids are so stupid these days, the ipad babies are ruining the world, ten year olds skip school and goes to sephora—“ do you have any idea what it’s been like to go to american public school within the last 15 years? can you blame a child for not wanting to spend 8 hours a day in a place where their safety and autonomy aren’t just not considered, but are blatantly denied?

mass shootings every day. funding being cut. school lunches— which were already the bare minimum in terms of nutrition— being removed. those alone would give anyone trauma, but even without those things the power structures inside of the average public school are designed to wring the individuality out of a child. (and that’s not even mentioning the way that neurodivergent kids are left out to dry by the school system, or how any marginalized kid can be tortured by their peers with no repercussions!) it’s designed to be miserable, and yet somehow people are surprised that kids don’t want to be there.

sandy hook happened in 2012, and nothing changed. uvalde ten years later, and still nothing. kids were forced back into overcrowded, unsanitary classrooms while covid was still killing thousands every day— most after having missed critical social development during lockdown, which there was no support for recovering from. children are being forced to see politicians debate the “ethics” of feeding them, letting them express their gender identity, allowing them to access accurate information about history as if their futures are just hypothetical. along with that is the social media boom, where marginalized people can create communities like never before, and those same kids are realizing that the systems they’ve been shoved into are broken. they’re being showed how awful the situation really is, and still completely powerless to change anything.

can you imagine having to go through all that and still pass your standardized fucking tests? my god, it’s a wonder that schools aren’t completely empty by now. we’re getting there though— i can’t count how many stories i’ve heard of kids dealing with truancy charges because of how many days of school they’ve “skipped” due to extreme anxiety or burnout. i’m one of them! i barely graduated in 2018, and the conditions were leagues better then!

people bitch about the “decline in intelligence” between generations, as if it’s the kids fault for the state of the world, as if this isn’t the inevitable conclusion for the public school system in this country. it feels deliberately ignorant— have you not watched the news recently? does it not evoke any empathy, does it not fill you with rage? how in the world could you pin the blame on kids here?

everyone says protect the children, and yet. fuckin sickening.

Every time one of my coworkers comments about how much I like to talk I want to scream and cry and hold up a sign explaining my mental illnesses that apologizes for the fact that I have NO social awareness as to when it is appropriate to talk more or less so I am literally just existing and trying to survive.

After I put the sign away, I will go hide in a tunnel or hidden corner or something for the rest of the work day.

Bought 2 two cans of monster ultra and an unlawful amount of gummy bears and I’m going to trick my anxiety-riddled brain with a simultaneous sugar and caffeine rush to get these presentation slides done

managed to finish the mean fic i mentioned last night sorry will

(Behind a blood-splattered gravestone, the vengeful spirit lies, head resting awkwardly against the smooth stone surface, bending its neck at a very uncomfortable angle. His chest heaves with quick, panicked gasps, its wide, shining eyes growing hot with tears that he furiously claws away. It gazes at his surroundings with pure, senseless terror, not quite sure who or what it was scared of but knowing down to his long dead bones that it was afraid.

Then, his phone buzzed, cruelly reminding it exactly what him was afraid of.

AJ. It was AJ. AJ was pissed at it, flame hated him, it did something wrong, he basically abandoned him, and now flame was trying to get it to believe that he wasn't going to hurt him so flame'd make sure it was fuckin' sorry. Max tries to glance at the screen as it lights up, to read the message AJ had sent him, but the words seem so far away, like its brain is racing a million miles an hour away, leaving the sentences in a cloud of dust too thick to see through. He shouldn't be laying there, out in the open, where anyone could find it, where AJ could find him, he was going to kill it, or get as close to doing that as you can with a ghost, he has to get up, it has to run, run away, he can't just stay here-)

G-get up...

(It tries to shout at himself, to hype its body up enough to move like his stressed, fearful mind was screaming at it to, but the words come out hushed and breathy, barely audible even to itself. It seems like his body can't hear it, either, because he finds itself still stagnant. His mind had run away, taking it with it, and he left its trembling, useless body behind. Even those stupid, hairy green things that sprout from his back as a constant reminder of the day it ended up in that hell were still, curled protectively around his torso, tight against its chest)