#somewhat rant

[delusional-dingusnum2]

I see a lot if Microwaves say that El needs to be with Mike because the show is centered around Maple Syrup or because that’s how she has arcs ect.

So I ask;

What arc(s) has she ever had that she needed Mike to have it happen? Most, if not all of her arcs/character development is when she’s not with Mike. So why does she need Mike to progress forward? If anything, he’s holding her back, which I’m pretty sure he is.

[bramblespiral8]

Somewhat random/difficult questions

- Why doesn't God have a name?

Other gods and goddesses have names but the one in America doesn't have one. Did he have a name beforehand but was translated and forgotten?

- Why aren't Mother Nature or Devil/Lucifer/Lucy at god status?

These two have roles to play just like God. Why can't they have the same status?

- Does God have other children?

(Pretty self explanatory)

Just some random questions. Sorry if I offend anyone with these questions. You can answer in your own way or just ignore my sort of rant.

Reblog if want to answer.

[suburban-crow]

why do no restaurant serve fanta anymore???? like hello?????

where is my joy and whimsy????

my bright orange soda????????

we can never have good things in life sighshss….

[suburban-crow]

i cant use alight motion for SHIT 💔

man im going back to capcut fuck this

[punk-zionist-vibes]

I just wanna ramble a bit since I don’t feel comfortable saying this around other people directly and this feels more like an open safe space rather than a conversation so... just to let a few thoughts out before I finally have some me time, or whatever.

It’s really strange sometimes, how things could be going perfectly well between you and another person. But people choose to be so cruel they ruin everything for the both of you instead of being willing to learn how to be better..? 

There’s just so much wrong in the close-minded and those who choose not to care because they choose themselves and their attention span over anything else. ..So what if someone doesn’t have a good joke?  Shouldn’t we appreciate each other for our company as well, not just some stupid punchline that’s not gonna mean anything in a few years? 

It’s like everyone just wants comedy and forgets different genres- like we forgot how to feel everything else provided for us. Music, sadness, anger, curiosity, calm and clarity. Not everything is exciting, and we should stop putting each other down to believe it is. Impatience isn’t going to get you anywhere and it can be somewhat harmful, albeit. 

I get not everyone’s had the best situation growing up, but shouldn’t we be looking out for each other instead of continuing the cycle of trauma? Abandonment? 

This is why social anxiety is so high- We’ve forgotten to give others the time of day to just express themselves. It’s not all about laughing, even if that helps with chilling out it’s just... really hard when you expect so much out of someone. And it’s a jerk move to do that when you especially know they can’t always provide that for you.

And so many of us forget people are just people and look up to others like the leader to a cult. And I get sometimes it’s hard to lead ourselves, but sometimes we’re are only best friend. And caring about ourselves is the best way to spite those who don’t deserve our time or kindness.

[queenofthereapers]

The Sound of Silence

The realization just hit. The reason I truly despise my roommate. It’s not because of her pickiness, her micromanagement, her passive aggressiveness, or the many other little things she does every day to irk me. The reason I despise her is because she and I have fallen into the one thing I hate most: silence. I’m the type to chatter on to the void to keep the silence at bay. Silence is when the storm clouds roll in, no longer held at bay. Before, wherever I lived, there was always noise, always commotion.

With my family, it was the screaming matches, raucous laughter, blasting music, animals running amuck around the house. Chores being done, cabinets being slammed post argument, people rushing out the door, dropping things as we scrambled to our destinations. Pointless gossip, righteous fury, easy humor; it was always there. It was chaos, but the uproar was entertaining.

Freshman year, it was pointless small talk; we had nothing in common, but we still made conversation at the most basic level. Bitching about school, about classmates and coworkers the others would never meet. Sneaking down to the lake with one to gripe about the other two. Occasional heart-to-hearts occurred when it felt like the worst was happening. In the end, through all of the petty grievances, we had each others backs. It was inane, but there was conversation.

Sophomore year, originally we’d all talk and play video games. As time went on and I grew distant and into my own world, they carried on being friends and the television was always on, someone was always having a conversation, even if I was not involved. I had my own room, I could play music and surround myself with melodies in the hours of the morning when no sane human should be awake. The walls were covered in pictures, notes scrawled on the fridge while rushing out the door. The place was a mess. Despite the loneliness for me, it was a home. It was lived in, it was loved. It was slightly isolated, but there was noise.

Junior year, we all fit together. Five people, none with the same major or interests, somehow came together, threw our stuff on the couch, and gathered in the living room each day. Drank and laughed together at night. And when one moved out, and one became too busy with graduate work, there was still the three of us. Unlikely musketeers, always ready with a smile and a greeting or a friendly jab paired with a plate of whatever was cooking as soon as one walked in the door. We sat together in the living room, huddled around the TV, watching terrible movies or playing video games. We went out, had nights that went places we never expected, just enjoyed seeing what debauchery we could get into. Some nights, it was enough to lay on the living room floor, proposing half-baked theories of the universe and our part in it. We drank and caused trouble that year, but there was friendship.

Senior year, I’m only here for five months, but it’s the most solitary I’ve felt. There’s only three of us, well, two now. We have nothing in common, completely different backgrounds, and it seems no interest in each others lives. Originally we’d have a conversation here and there, but those dwindled within a few weeks. One moved out. The two of us leftover, we always have headphones in, sit on opposite sides of the apartment, two doors shut in between us. We never share a room, except to sleep. Even the normal, everyday sounds of life seem to be lessened. And the sharp noises that do come are grating, the sound of dishes being set to dry drives a spike through my ears and frustration through my blood. The noises of the city are loud, the neighbors are always shrieking about something and the walls are thin. But they’re something to listen to. I hear conversations drifting through the window I can only have open when she’s not in the room, groups of friends laughing on the grass below. The time I can play music and sing aloud is limited because she’s always home. I don’t even have the sound of my own voice to keep me company. I constantly look out to the sidewalk when she’s not home, hoping that I won’t see her, desperate for a few more minutes of freedom before the blanket of silence tucks back around the apartment. This is a cold house; it can’t be called a home. The comforts of a home do not reside here. The walls are stark white, no decor to speak of. They mirror the silence within them. There is no sound. And that silence is deafening.

[notsocuddlefish]

I now understand the uniboob thing with gc2b.

Also one of the stitching came out again, so I guess it's a good thing I re-sewed it when I did. Luckily I only have another week until I might get a new chest binder. I'm pretty sure I will, but ya never know I guess.

I also might have a friend up.

She'll most likely will speak the night, since she'll be riding up with my sis. Which I have no idea where she'll sleep. The top bunk is hard to get up on, plus it's my storage at the moment. She'd probably sleep on the couch if my sister is bringing Piper up, if not, then idfk. Unless my sis sleeps in my mother's bed. Or maybe I give my sister my bunk and me and the friend can sleep on the couch? (Not fond of that idea, but hey, it'll just be for a night) that is if she goes to bed, or if she wants to stay up as long as I stay up, which honestly, considering she tries to video chat with me at 4 in the fucking morning, she might. Yeah I'm an insomniac but I still try to go to bed around 2am.

If we did stay up, idfk what we'd do tbh. I don't have board games or card games, and my internet's shit to where I can't play certain phone apps. Hell maybe I can find one of those would you rather games. Maybe that'll help with our short attention span lmao.

[winterune]

Me at FF13: awesome plot, cool story, dont really like the characters (well, mostly Lightning, and Hope, and Snow a bit), bad gameplay, bad execution. (Though my brother said Lightning Returns redeemed the series of its past mistakes. Also, note that I finally found the game's story to be great on my second playthrough, when I made myself read all the codex lol, even though I never finished the game because of the gameplay)

Me at FF15: awesome premise, cool characters, great gameplay, no worldbuilding, badly written that I'm still kind of pissed at it, but I've made my peace. (Love my brother for seeing SE would release the complete version of the game in the future after he finished playing it and they announced they were releasing dlcs lol--though, that was before they announced a "second season" of dlcs 😅 still hoping there'll be a final complete full version at the end, though im not getting my hopes up for the story)

And I guess FF16 is maybe a bit out of the question, since who's going to direct it. The only name I can think of is Itou since Nomura is all about KH and he probably wont be working on another FF title in the near future and Tabata is now leading a new studio under SE. Yoshida still has his hands full with FF14. Kitase is the producer. And we havent heard of Itou for years! Then again, I guess Itou is more of a game designer. What made FF9 so great was Itou's fun gameplay and Sakaguchi's writing (Sakaguchi is a god of video game story telling!) Sakaguchi, come baaaccckkk ><

... Oh wait! Forgot there's Toriyama. But he made 13... 😂