me: *takes meds*
me: *has horrific dreams relating to my trauma bc of the REM sleep effect that my meds have on me*
me: ok *stops taking the meds for a bit*
me: *continues to have said horrifying dreams like every other night, once a week at the LEAST*
HOOO BOY I didn’t think I would have to do this in this nearly 3 years down the line, but my inbox has become a hellish wasteland due to misinformation so I’m gonna be as blunt as possible here: I don’t ship Makorra and I haven’t since the show ended.Personally it’s just… not My Jam anymore. It hasn’t been for a while. But that’s not the point of this post.
An old post of mine started going around claiming that my opinion regarding fandom toxicity is invalid because “I’m a 24 year old makorra shipper who’s still bitter about korrasami”. I touched base with the person who left the comment asap to try to figure out what was going on & they told me they had me confused with another blogger. They retracted the statement immediately.
… but the damage had already been done. The version of the post with the “callout” is still circulating.
Look, if this was true and if on top of that I was in fact spreading any kind of hatred or making shitty posts that offended people, I would take this criticism to heart and work to actively change what I was doing. I want and have always wanted this blog to be a safe and comfortable space for anyone and everyone.
But. Honestly. I refuse to go down because of a case of mistaken identity. This is ridiculous, guys.
If you have to call someone out, please try to do a little research. Misinformation can be harmful.
And then one student said that happiness is what happens when you go to bed on the hottest night of the summer, a night so hot you can’t even wear a tee-shirt and you sleep on top of the sheets instead of under them, although try to sleep is probably more accurate. And then at some point late, late, late at night, say just a bit before dawn, the heat finally breaks and the night turns into cool and when you briefly wake up, you notice that you’re almost chilly, and in your groggy, half-consciousness, you reach over and pull the sheet around you and just that flimsy sheet makes it warm enough and you drift back off into a deep sleep. And it’s that reaching, that gesture, that reflex we have to pull what’s warm - whether it’s something or someone - toward us, that feeling we get when we do that, that feeling of being sad in the world and ready for sleep, that’s happiness.
Paul Schmidtberger, Design Flaws of the Human Condition