Would Anyone Like To Go Over The Musical Script I Made As... Basically A Fanfic Plot, Using "the Normal

Would anyone like to go over the musical script I made as... Basically a fanfic plot, using "the normal album"? and when you look at it, try and find things to give me useful feedback for? If so, dm me and I'll send you a link to the current version of the document.

Just had a dream where Monty had a proana twitter account. The fuck?

Edit: okay so I'm gonna turn it into a fanfic. Someone help me with planning out the plot? If you're into that, dm/comment that

So... Just watched inside out 2 in the theaters. Where's the fanfic in which ennui one day decides to suck out all the control out of the other emotions' control board, doesn't allow them to touch Riley, because under ennui's control, there's no more energy left for any other emotion, and she's not willing to give the control up, and so she locks herself in an impenetrable bubble and makes Riley constantly exhausted and unfeeling to the point of misery, until the place where she brought Riley into makes the bubble impossible, even for her, to unlock?

Here's your reminder that if you've got your own personal shit to deal with, especially if your health, safety or ability to immediately function in society is on the line, it is perfectly fine to aknowlage political events that are outside of your control as something you genuinely can't worry about. Your responsibility is to yourself before it is to society. If opening the news makes you suicidal, you don't have to. If donating means compromising the money you need to function daily, you don't have to. If "speaking out" means having to cut people you love out of your life, you don't have to. Nobody should be telling you to throw yourself into something that is killing you internally/putting you into debt/taking away your ability to just live your life/meaningfully harming you in any other ways just to perform some kind of moral duty.

One thing I love about cabaret (the movie), is how it understands privilege better than a lot of people nowadays. Like, yes, the cabaret making fun of the Nazis is unequivocally a good thing, but while they're putting on shows and laughing with the crowd, the Jewish lady who lives down the street has to hide in her home while the Nazis are chanting "Juden!" Outside and leaving the corpse of her dog on the stairs, and she can't really join the fun, can she? And it doesn't mean they're doing something wrong, this is just how power disparities work, and we should at least be aware of that.

So, like... To the Tumblr people who got into ana/mia as a form of self harm, judge their "how sick are you REALLY" status by the number on the scale and are also into the sandman/dead boy detectives:

Despair is the fucking goddess of pain. She understands torturing yourself better than any other being in the universe, she UNDERSTANDS why it gives you a feeling of power to try and chase out the emptiness with more emptiness until you can't see hope anymore. And she doesn't look like fucking thinspo. She doesn't look like regal queen ana. She isn't skinny. She's fat. Because why wouldn't she be? There are so many people who are self destructive and miserable and also overweight, what the fuck is stopping her from being that?

If the fucking goddess of pain can look, not like a 19th century tortured starving artist or like an emaciated goth with no joy left in their eyes, but like a middle-aged fat woman in baggy clothes who sometimes cuts herself to feel something, then your pain is not any less fucking valid if you look more like her than like those fake, imagined thinspo images.

Recovery from your ed won't mean you aren't sick, or miserable, or struggling. I'm not even telling you to get your life and mind together, I know you might really not be in a position to do that. But these disorders could cause damage to you body down the line that there will NEVER be a way out of. (And that's besides the point, but this also applies to drug abuse, so just keep that in mind. Despair of the endless would visit millions of people, every day, who don't need a drug addiction to see her. NOT ALL the cool mentally ill kids are doing this, and neither would you have to to be one of them.) Recovering from the shit that fucks up your body to the point where you can't use it later, will only make it less and less hard for you to get back to the way things were, to when you were able to feel joy and not worry all day every day, one day when you will be ready to try and make your way there.

I'm in recovery now. I've stopped purging, I no longer restrict to the point where I barely have the energy to function. I got out before my body got irreversibly damaged- not that it would matter if I wouldn't have, because this shit can always get worse and you can always put the line as high or as low as you want. And despair still visits me every day, and the misery she brings with her is still real, I haven't suddenly gotten fixed and replaced with a mentally healthy version of myself that doesn't get to complain, I'm STILL SUFFERING, but at least now I A), know that the validity of that doesn't depend on a fucking number, so at least I've got that off my mind, and B), when I will eventually get better and want to, like... Be a functional person, I'll have a body waiting for me to live that happy life through, that will be able to help me with it better than it would have if I kept going. I don't really want to get better just yet, but I do want to want to get better, and one day when I actually will, I'll at least know that my pain on the way there was fucking valid and deserved fucking treatment. Because it always does. Pain always makes you worthy of help against it, no matter what it looks like. Just remember that, and try to stick to the stuff that still leaves the window open for happiness in the future.