...I really need to stop deleting all my social media accounts whenever I have a really bad fit of RSD and depression.
And while I keep telling myself that, it keeps happening.
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...I really need to stop deleting all my social media accounts whenever I have a really bad fit of RSD and depression.
And while I keep telling myself that, it keeps happening.
people on here are always saying “we NEED a story where the art of storytelling is abandoned” like ugh literary devices are soo annoying like that wouldn’t happen in real life that only happened to further the story (why is there story in my story) why would orpheus turn around when he was explicitly told not to why would icarus fly so close to the sun romeo&juliet catcher in the rye why are they so earnest why pour your heart and soul into anything why bother why cant all art be quippy logical monotony like my marvel movies there’s a void in my heart bc i refused to fill it and the curtains were blue
“i hate poetry its so pretentious” but then you reblog a quote or a throwaway line and say “why does this go so hard” you are desperate for poetry you are starved for it and u dont even realise you’re hungry
The sentiment of “maybe the curtains are just blue” helped severely dampen people’s ability to read anything. Like yeah, maybe the writer is just engaging in dadaism, but the way I see it is they wouldn’t go out of their way to describe something unless there was a reason.
Now they’re mentally in the shallow end of the pool when reading.
The writer described the curtains because they've gotten criticized for dumping characters into "the grey zone" and now has to over- describe. Or it was a NaNoWriMo project and they needed to make word count.
Any number of possibilities.
Maybe they just wanted to write a fun story, and they're actively throwing red herrings to disservice the "reading must be literary or nothing worth" set?
Don't ever hesitate. Reblog this. TUMBLR RULE. When you see it, REBLOG IT.
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If you ever want to talk, my ask box is always open
people on here are always saying “we NEED a story where the art of storytelling is abandoned” like ugh literary devices are soo annoying like that wouldn’t happen in real life that only happened to further the story (why is there story in my story) why would orpheus turn around when he was explicitly told not to why would icarus fly so close to the sun romeo&juliet catcher in the rye why are they so earnest why pour your heart and soul into anything why bother why cant all art be quippy logical monotony like my marvel movies there’s a void in my heart bc i refused to fill it and the curtains were blue
“i hate poetry its so pretentious” but then you reblog a quote or a throwaway line and say “why does this go so hard” you are desperate for poetry you are starved for it and u dont even realise you’re hungry
As a recovering English Major, let me tell you… I think we rage against it because we were forced to stare at it. We weren’t allowed, for 12+ years, to love stories as stories. We were told, over and over, to explain WHY the story, WHY the device, WHAT is the author doing, WHAT makes this poem work, etc etc etc?
And when we wrote we were told to BREAK FREE of what’s been done and push toward something NEW and FRESH. Our creativity was nitpicked to hell and back and compared to all of these other works until we hated all of them.
We are starved for poetry and art, but trained to tear it to shreds to the point where we refuse it.
Let people love stuff. We need to love stuff.
... and people wonder why I keep saying we need to *stop* teaching Literature™ and Poetry™. Some of us would be able to actually write the stuff if we weren't taught to sweat the rhythm and meter. Some of us would be more into reading if we could've gotten something we enjoyed instead of An Classic™ that wasn't even written with literary intent.
But no, we have to vivisect it like a bullshit science experiment, and after a while you can't turn the vivisector off. At which point it just starts to grate your nerves.
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Finally sat down and properly documented (and organized) my Mecha setting. Wound up with eleven freaking pages that drill down on some really weird and specific issues.
And I still haven't dominoed out any individual systems yet. 😅
I want more aromantic characters who are not also asexual !!! I want more characters who 100 percent want to get it on but just don’t feel any romantic feelings for anyone. I want more aromantic characters with “friends with benefits” except it’s literally just that. That’s their best friend and sometimes they let them fuck. More aromantic characters please !!!!
I feel like writers are terrified of and made uncomfortable by aromantic allosexual characters for the same reason that (western) society is, which is that it's generally perceived that romantic love is some kind of pure immutable emotion, and that sexual desire in the absence of romance is a flaw that doesn't reflect any kind of deeper feeling.
If you believe that people shouldn't have sex with eachother just for fun because it's 'wrong' to do without love, then you're one step away from saying that sex out of wedlock is a crime. Romantic feelings are just normal feelings like any other, and sex is just an activity like any other. Let people feel/not feel whatever they want, and do/not do whatever they want, it's not really your business in the first place.
I just googled this and… yes, it’s absolutely real.
And there are so many articles and videos and discussions. Like, the scientific community is buzzing about this.
So much research will have to be redone because the data was absolutely compromised, off by orders of magnitude, by using standard lab gloves.
The world is probably not horrifically contaminated by microplastics. Sterile laboratories, however, are contaminated by latex and nitrile gloves.
Thank God someone bothered to check.
>I just googled this and… yes, it’s absolutely real.
Sources beyond dude just trust me, for the skeptics.
Scientists may have been unknowingly inflating microplastics pollution estimates, and the surprising source could be their own lab gloves. A
https://www.technologynetworks.com/applied-sciences/news/scientists-lab-gloves-may-be-causing-an-overestimation-of-microplastics-411138
Nitrile and latex gloves that scientists wear while they are measuring microplastics may lead to a potential overestimation of the tiny poll
Nitrile and latex gloves may cause overestimation of microplastics - Phys.org (it’s a pdf)
Researchers discovered a standard piece of lab equipment has added thousands of microplastic ‘false positives’ per each square-millimeter un
Ordinary Lab Gloves May Have Skewed Microplastic Data: That doesn’t mean microplastics aren’t a problem, though
That should be enough
Rehabilitation of older gen hounds to work the desk jobs seems to have helped with the budget. But can we not fuck them during office hours!? I have reports i need authorization for. And if you try to get frisky with me my handler would love to give you a 45. Lobotomy... free of charge.
Not on the field anymore. They're still protective of me. I don't mind.
Likes to fill me in on the new hounds she has to train but still makes time for an old dog like me.
Glad my old mech is getting some use too..
Mix of balam scraps and arasaka firmware.
She's seen some shit. Older gen. I got from an old terran vendor. But the old autocannons seem to still sing.
Ik they're antiques but they still punch through hulls like tissue paper in the right hands.
Sometimes I yearn for a sortie.
Air dense with gunpowder,sweat,and uncertainty instead of printer ink and stale coffee.
But my days are past.
Fly high you spry mutts.
And for the love of fuck close your comms when youre in heat. We can't be wasting all our archival carts on your pathetic moans..
Higher headquarters listening in on the retired mutt's comms, and quietly giving her a slot for handler school.
A yandere handler is nice and cool, but consider the appeal of the yandere hound:
Their handler broke them. Successfully made them loyal, successfully made sure they love only her. But they "succeeded" a little too much. Love, loyalty, longing. All tangled and entwined, birthing a bloodhound with one all consuming goal. It, and it alone, will have Handler's love. Just as much as it is the handler's possession, it acts like the handler belongs to it. The void where the pilot used to be will consume them both, and anyone else pulled into either of their orbits will inevitably be destroyed.
"Hey."
The boy looked up at the doll that was sitting down next to him.
"I..." it started to say, then paused. "I couldn't help but overhear that meltdown."
And what a meltdown it'd been. He'd turned eighteen a few weeks before, only to discover one of the biggest clubs had an under- eighteen night. Which he now couldn't go to because he was no longer under eighteen. After a bit of screaming and verbal abuse, he'd flung open the fire door and left a vapor trail to the back of the parking lot.
And started crying.
And now there was a doll sitting next to him. An old one, with joints so used the dark stain had worn through revealing lighter wood. The mask was expressionless, but there was a warmth in its voice.
He didn't resist when it wrapped an arm around him.
"Why couldn't they have told me?"
"Don't know. I'm just a doll."
"I have to be their friend. All of them. Here, at school... I have to be their friend or I won't have any and that's..." he sniffled and curled up tighter. "I have to have friends."
"They must not be very good friends if they don't want to have fun with you."
He blinked.
"But I have to have friends."
"Let's help you find better friends, ok? That ritual stuff hasn't been doing you any favors. I know some people like you who've got the good stuff. You'll fit in just right."
"Good... stuff?" He blinked.
The doll giggled. "I know, that must've sounded like I think you're a drug dealer, right? It's not anything you can go to jail for. Not anymore at least."
"But my mom's back in there... I mean she's asleep by now, but... I don't want her to..."
Someone shouted. He paused and looked up. One of the dads was heading toward him.
"I've got to go," the doll said, and as it unwrapped its arm, he felt something drop into his shirt pocket.
After a bitch- fest with the dads, in which they expressed their unwavering belief that everything was his fault and he was overreacting and just needed to chill out and why would the other boys feel obligated to invite him to things they were doing anyway, and a meeting that ran late because they needed him to actually do a part in the opening ceremony, and his mom lecturing him on the drive home about how he didn't need a social life anyway; he finally checked what the doll had slipped into his pocket.
It was a slip of paper with a phone number.
Masks on Handlers is an underrated concept I feel. A method of both ensuring as little emotion slips through the cracks as possible, maintaining the veneer of calm, calculated intent, whilst also meaning the Hound focuses less on the face, and more on the voice, on their orders, their commands. The part that's important.
masks are also really cool
Don't fucking assume everyone knows what they need to. Maybe stop and ask them. Hey, did you see the special link? You do know you have to have a special link for the *unlimited* free trial, right?
But no, once again nobody tells me what I really need to know until there's been a problem and I've thrown a fucking shitfit.
"Hey, there's an unlimited free trial" is one thing. "Hey, there's an unlimited free trial if you use this special link" is something completely fucking different and maybe people might need to know that?!
... I swear, it's me and raves all over again. And that one club. "Oh, but everyone knew about it. You just didn't go because you didn't want to." Right, dipshit. If I knew about it and didn't want to go, why am I throwing a shitfit about why your ass never told me about it?! At least give me the chance to figure out if I want to or not!
This is so silly but I'm watching a short video essay on sincerity in cinema and the creator is talking about how he watched Lord of the Rings for the first time at 17. He explains that he'd grown so used to the 'ironic' meta style commentary in the movies of the 2010's that as he was watching the opening narration of LotR, he spent the entire time waiting for the joke to come. For someone to take it all back with a zinger line. He listened to Blanchett describe and explain the backstory, and he waited for the other comedic shoe to drop.
And he kept doing it. Scene after scene.
He spent the film expecting someone to make a joke about how unserious things were or to break the fourth wall or do some other self referential type thing.
Now, maybe I'm just at that point in my cycle or maybe I'm too delicate in general, but I literally teared up hearing that. Straight up cried a bit. It is so fucking sad that sincerity and genuineness is being bred out of people.
People say all the time 'this generation can't take anything seriously!' and really, is it any wonder? Younger people have been trained out of it. You are no longer encouraged to be genuine or show emotion or be honest. You are actively punished for it. In fact, you are almost guaranteed to suffer for it.
That is so fucked up. I'm sorry to go on a bit of a random ramble rant but it's so fucking gut wrenching to see younger people lose that element of themselves. You can't express your passion without being told you're 'crashing out' or 'cringe'. You have to live in this neutral state of fear of perception, and god forbid anybody step outside of it!
You're told you should only consume and succumb and be ironic and emotionless and cool.
Listen, if you're following me and you're like.... 25 or under, let's say. Please. I beg of you. Do not fall for this rhetoric. Please, for the love of all things, feel. Feel and create and be honest with yourself. Indulge in things that make you happy. Be sincere. Wear your heart on your sleeve. Do not let this hyper-capitalistic, hyper-consumerist, self-centred, individualist culture take that from you.
Bleed yourself into the work you create. Live. Don't fucking let anyone tell you different.
”Explain yourself” followed by “stop making excuses” has always baffled me because the fuck you think explaining myself is????
Neurotypical people don't mean what they say. When a neurotypical person, especially if they are in a position of authority, says this, what they mean is "explain this in a way that provides remorse and possibly either a goal to not repeat it or implying seeking advice to avoid this again." When you answer their question literally they follow up with "stop making excuses" because the explanation didn’t include remorse, a goal to change, or at least a willingness to get advice.
I hope this translation of neurotypical speak helps. If neurotypicals just said what they meant, this wouldn't be such a dangerous trap for neurodivergent people.