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I think origin-discourse is stupid.

I’ve known I was plural for 4 years now. In the “real world” (If there is such a thing) I am afraid. I never speak about it outside closed doors. I have never met another system irl. I long, desperately, clawing at the floor with wet eyes begging the gods that someone like me is out there.

This is a large terror. All encompassing. Plurality is my whole life, yet it’s impossible to talk about it in the world. It’s not safe. Never was.

So - what. What? What if the first system I meet is anti-endo? What if we have different opinions on this discourse?

Do you understand how small this is? It’s such a small trait in the grand scheme of things. I do not care if you’re pro- or anti-endo. I care that you’re alive and here. No one cares about your origin! No one gives a shit! You’re stuck in an echo chamber! Stop hating others to feel safety!

WE ARE NOT OPPRESSED BECAUSE OF HOW WE FORMED. WE ARE OPPRESSED BECAUSE WE ARE DIFFERENT, PERIOD.

hey remember when people were like "eugenics is bad" and everyone agreed? hey remember when people were like "fascism is fucked up and we should stop it" and everyone agreed? can we bring that back please thank you

I am never letting go of the “English teacher Jason” headcanon/AU. It’s the best thing ever, I don’t give a shit what you might say. “He didn’t have a lengthy education” so what? This is an AU. He gets a better education. “He’s not good with kids” SAYS WHO. “He’s too busy with his vigilante life” IF TIM CAN RUN A COMPANY THEN JASON CAN BE A TEACHER.

specifically here are the reasons this headcanon/AU slaps:

jason: here's the homework for tonight, guys. bring it back in the morning. unless you have extenuating circumstances. I'm aware a lot of roads are closed and some of you might be hopped up on any number of air pollutants tomorrow because of the recent joker gas outbreak. just . . . i don't know, send me an email. His students: . . . the homework is literally to read a book jason: oh yeah. then . . . read. i guess. don't do anything else. also, don't go out. the bat's working on the gas problem.

jason: here's the book for this week's paper. It's one of my personal favorites! so disrespect it and I fail you. his students: . . . this is a janme austen novel jason: *built like a brick, wearing glasses that do not hidde his perpetual glower, has bruised knuckles* yes? his students: *internally* thank god none of us have insulted jane austen before his students: nothing, teach

Tim: hey, do you have time to join me on patrol tonight? jason: sorry, no. i ghotta read and edit like four papers, and one of them is Jimmy's. it's gonna be a wine night. tim: tim: my first instinct is to ask why you're reading and editing papers but I really honestly just want to know what the fuck jimmy did

his students: *falling asleep* jason: OMG IS THAT RED ROBIN his students: *snap up to look out the window* jason: *bangs hand on desk* WHY WOULD YOU CARE MORE ABOUT RED ROBIN THAN JOHN MUIR. ONE'S LITERALLY A KNOCKOFF ROBIN WITH A BURGER FRANCHISE COPYRIGHT INFRINGEMENT FOR A NAME

his students: *conversing in the hallway* yeah he's like . . . super ripped. i wonder if he . . . what if he's a superhero??? jason, wlaking past: *deadpan voice* ah, yes. i confess . . . *rips off glasses* I am superman one brave soul: we were thinking more like . . batman jason: what? ew, no.

I just need to scream into the void for a solid, like, five seconds.

I’m so tired of taking medications all the time.

I’m so tired of everybody looking at me like I’m fragile even though I am.

I’m so tired of being sick and tired.

I know that accepting and embracing my chronic illnesses and disabilities has made me a stronger and more authentic version of myself but I want nothing more right now than to go back to the person I was before it got this bad.

And I also genuinely hate that I feel this way about myself.

I’m trying so hard to be nothing but a positive light and resource while advocating for the grief disabled people face while refusing to acknowledge my own.

And right now I just need to scream into the void that is my own tumblr page about how I’m exhausted about the fact that I’m visibly unwell.

That I’m INvisibly unwell.

That I am fighting for my life every second of every hour of every day.

And that this all started because I’m on my lunch break and had to take my meds.

Having a traumatic childhood means you cannot talk even objectively about your basic foundational experiences without it being "venting", even if you're not actually venting. You just straight up have a huge chunk of your life you can't talk about, full stop, without it being trauma dumping.

And it not being socially acceptable to talk about your own childhood is super alienating. Sometimes people want to know why, and any answer you can give them is going to be off putting.

It's to the point I get irritated when something I said is framed as venting when I'm literally just talking about my life experiences, doing my best to keep emotion out of it.

Why is it so hard for people to be empathic towards others? Like not even just strangers cause, sure you’re gonna meet a dick every now and then, but like family?

My sibling could not understand the fact that I cannot sleep in a “normal” schedule. I literally cannot fall asleep at night if I am not exhausted from staying up way too long. If I try to go to sleep before midnight, I won’t fell asleep and just roll around in bed and get anxious for not sleeping in the correct time and then be awake even a longer time. I have cried so many nights cause I was stressed about sleep.

I was certain that people could understand that all of us are different people and that sleeping schedules do not always fall in the correct way, but no. They were adamant that I just haven’t tried enough and that I could fix my sleep by just going to be earlier, but like no? Wouldn’t one think that if I have had these issues since I was born that I have tried to fix it? I haven’t been twiddling my thumbs about this. Being undiagnosed ADHD is already bad enough, not getting sleep is even worse.

I pulled out so many different researches and different medical diagnosis, but no. Nothing. They have never had issues with sleep, so ig it just doesn’t exist ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

It’s also so much fun to explain that cause of ADHD there is stuff that I just cannot do. I just cannot make myself do them and there is no way to go around it. There is a mental block that keeps me not doing stuff. I just don’t get it why can’t people understand that sometimes people just can’t. There is no way to push forward and sometimes there is just stuff that cannot be done. Thank god for the meds helping a little bit with the mental block and all. I’m just so tired of needing to explain myself every time that there is a conversation.

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