#vent session

[dreadhorsegirl]

I can’t get over how much I dislike rook as a protagonist, and unfortunately, that makes it extremely difficult for me to replay DATV. I want to for other reasons—the world is fun, I get to see Solas, and I can explore an write headcanons in my mind.

But Rook was so poorly written as a narrative parallel to Solas, and handled the story themes poorly (even if I didn’t really like the theme, I wanted to accept it but even then it wasn’t done well re: regret), and they just are so…uncurious, no matter what way you try to shape their personality. They’re stupid, I’m sorry, they’re really dumb. I can’t handle it tbh and it’s just so off putting.

[austinslounge]

I Have to Vent:

I really don't understand how saying that you're not going to blindly believe unsubstantiated dating rumors (or rumors period!) about Austin = "You must not want him to date anybody"

I really don't understand how saying that you're not going to believe that Austin and Zoe are dating each other unless there's actual valid proof = "You must think that Austin is some virginal, sheltered, innocent angel of a man who never goes outside and doesn't deserve love" 🤔

I really don't understand how believing that Austin (who hasn't been spotted romantically with a woman since last year) is quite possibly single atm = "You're so naive -- he's out here whoring around with a bunch of women and is having hookups with his co-stars."

[xxdreamscapes]

diary 051325 | 11:00 am

Benefits of Journaling (a more light-hearted post)

Surprise bitch! Did you think this was the only place I did freewriting? Of course not, I feel like I’d be an insufferable person otherwise. This is where I express some strong feelings + offer advice . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ ₍ᐢ. .ᐢ₎

But in my own life, I own a variety of journals — each with different uses. I have one to keep track of film/tv/music/books, my gratitude journals, one for dreams, one for music, one for brainless doodles, etc. You don’t need that many! I just write and create a lot, so do what's best for you

Journaling has so many benefits, most of which you won’t feel until you actually do it consistently. Here are some:

knowing yourself, what you like or dislike

tracking your personal growth

recalling & reflecting on events; learning

making connections between different areas of your life

building self trust, consistency, and a strong sense of self

inspiring & nurturing your creativity

memorization, better cognitive recall

helps us slow down in a world where everything is fastfastfast

emotional regulation: outlet for stress, tools for mental health, self-validation, safe space for venting personal frustrations

memories !!!!!! special interests, hobbies

And by the way, being consistent doesn’t have to mean journaling every day, it just means write enough enough to do it habitually

Don’t let the junk journal bitches intimidate you!! Your journals don’t need to be aesthetically pleasing or perfect ! That defeats the whole purpose. Just make it feel the most like you. Paste photos and reminders of specific moments — things you like. Add little doodles, arrows, or little pullout notes maybe. The journaling world is your proverbial oyster! It's self-care that's not rooted in consumption.

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p.s. Digital journals are fine to have as long as you work on them in tandem with physical ones. What are you gonna do the day aliens release an EMP that wipe out all our electronics? Focus on release that comes with writing things down physically. Not everything needs to be optimized or streamlined. Also, it's probably better for your eyes to not use your screens for everything.

[hoe4hotchner]

My old roommate apparently got married for the 2nd time the other day 😬 And I will listen and I WILL judge cause wth?!

Like girl chill out, you're 22 and can't have kids, why are you in such a rush to get married again, mind you to a man who's almost 20 years older than you.

[maddytheweird]

kinda mini rant because my brain is on overdrive right now

life has been so fucking weird for me especially my highschool timeline

year 7 2020, first year of highscool

worldwide pandemic, shops shut down, jobs lost, the world going silent, online concerts, masks, weird tiktok dance trends i was learning from friend since i dont have it still, becoming a 'big kid'

then in the middle of my highscool life we had descendants 4 come out, a live action Monster high...2 OF THEM, Harry Styles dropped Harrys House, i finally started dressing emo/alt and how i wanted to when i was younger, finally becoming me and less quiet, not being as scared of letting my 'weirdness' show through yes that sounds cringey as fuck but its true mi not trying to be y/n, learnt to play drums, performed infront of my school at least 8 times now from small lunch time concerts to big talent show concerts with literally 800 people in the audiences, having my frist boyfriend, my first toxic relationship, my first breakup, almost being literally killed by a stalker from my primary school who still liked me in highscool, gaining a group of real friends, making online friends that i legitametly trust my life with and love so fuckign much, my bird that ive had since i was 6 still alive and still my baby boy even at the ripe old age of 13 (in september), Zayn dropped a new album room under the stairs, i dont exactly MARVEL hit a new phase, WICKED became a movie, the next one comes out this year, my nan passed, maggie smith passed, the voice of oogie boogie passed, mufasa/dath vader passed, Liam payne passed, johnnie guilbert has recognised me in multiple streams, i stopped wathcing his streams form the toxic fans, i went to a harry potter event, me and my 2 bestfriends made a tradition of having themepark trips and sleepovers, i joined a one direciotn discord server and made some cool older sister frineds, got into cool emo band Palaye Royale, got into YungBlud properly, went to my first concert, got waved at by conan gray during my fave song form found heaven, havent hurt myself in over 4 years

and now in 2025, my final year of highschool and school in general

I turned 17, i lost some friends but it was for the better, im so me its crazy, i speakmy mind, i fight for wha ti know is right even if i look wrong, ive raised one of my best friends and watched him grow up into an amazing pre teen, i got my senior jersey, i did the lighting for my last school cultural concert, the lighting for my last school talent concert, playe din my last school talent concert, made a cool ass band with some cool guys from tech crew that are gonna miss me next year, the prince of darkness passed, hulk hogan passed, i lost a close frined because she decied we werent good enough for her anymore, Zayn sang night changes on the 10 yrar anaversary of him leaving and used a liam red mic for the whole tour, ZOMBIES 4 came out, zombies and descendants collab and do a whole tour

and now ive got my formal/prom dress, my makeup booked, my hair booked, my shoes already, my car ready, i have a job ready for me next year, im in my last assesment season of my life and tomrrow theres a state wide teachers strike wich means half school day and basicaly no calsses either

i dont exactly know what this post is meant to be or why im doing this but this just feels crazy, liek im literally growing up, kids are different these days, and my generation was the last to ever have their baby picture not on phones and this is just insane to me, so much has happend and it feels like nothign has happend

life is such a weird concept but i honestly love it and everyone whos been a positive impact in my life

i love these dickheads below by the way

@jojoseeya @popatea - my irl besties

@im-literally-so-dun @shreysheep @faes-things @asteriastarr - online besties (i knwo i missed some of you and im sorry i just have no brain juice rn)

[therichlittlebunny]

Why Do I Feel Anxious Even When Someone Is Treating Me Well?

If someone is being kind, consistent, and clear — but your body feels tight, restless, or uneasy — it can be confusing.

You might think:

“Why am I anxious when nothing is wrong?”

“Why does this feel boring or off?”

“Why do I want to pull away when they’re actually showing up?”

This doesn’t mean you’re broken. It doesn’t mean you don’t want connection. And it doesn’t mean you’re incapable of healthy love.

For many people, calm feels unfamiliar.

When your nervous system has learned connection through tension, inconsistency, or emotional unpredictability, safety can register as emptiness, doubt, or unease — not because something is wrong, but because your system is scanning for what it expects.

Anxiety in these moments isn’t a warning sign. It’s a memory response.

Why Do I Feel Anxious Even When Someone Is Treating Me Well? | The Rich Little Bunny

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[godricgryffinsnore]

Disclaimer : Venting session 💔

Before I get to my present story, I need to tell you the past first.

Past : Okay so, I had my maths lecture. We had this very boring, non-enthusiastic sir, who didn’t even teach well. But we never complained because it was just the beginning of the classes and all. So, as usual, I sat with my friends and was discussing sums, talking, gossiping, the usual stuff. MIND YOU, everyone was talking and he was NOT teaching at that time. Again, NOT TEACHING AT THAT TIME, he was on his phone, texting someone. So, someone from my group cracked a joke and we started laughing. That sir told me to get up and move to the first bench because apparently I am a bright student who needs to “sit alone” to concentrate. Okay, I did not complain or anything, because I genuinely thought we were making a lot of noise DESPITE the whole class being talkative. So, ya. I was picked out and from that moment I knew, this sir wouldn’t leave me the fuck alone.

Present (today) : As usual we were all sitting together, me and my friends. And EVERYONE was talking too. That sir came storming in and we knew that he was in a bad mood so we KEPT QUIET. Again, we did not utter a single word except to laugh whenever that sir cracked a mathematical joke (to go along with it.) Someone from the back, four boys, were talking really loudly and that irritated him. So he made all those four boys go home. They missed their lecture, notes and also, went home just for talking. Again, it’s fine, he made them go home, “discipline and all” BUT IT WAS THEIR FIRST DAY DUDE!! But that’s also fine, everything was going fine. Until he took out MY name. My name specifically. First of all, I have a really weird surname, so he teases the hell out of me, because of that. Not calling me by my name but calling me by my surname. It’s annoying but I never complain because it’s my sir. What can I even say?! But today he called me out in front of everyone ONLY because I was also talking with them! MIND YOU I DID NOT EVEN UTTER A SINGLE WORD. I was sitting on the second bench in the first row while those 4 boys were sitting on the last benches on the 4th row. HOW IN THE WORLD AM I SUPPOSED TO TALK WITH THEM?! So, ya, he made me sit alone and occasionally came to my side and taunted me, saying, “You should sit alone, you will get benefits, stop talking and start listening” as if I wasn’t doing that in the first fucking place. I feel like someone pissed him off at first and he removed his anger on me. But THIS ISN’T FAIR!!!

God, I really hate that sir. I know I shouldn’t but I do. I really fucking do.

(thank you for listening till now!! Really means a lot!!)

[artigas]

this has genuinely been the most difficult and overwhelming semester of my entire life and on top of the fact that i'm up to my fuckin eyeballs in work and grading, the fact that i've had two flop dissertation meetings and i cant even get the fuckin prospectus started because of it is killing me.

i'm on tumblr today and i'm finding other ways to waste time and i know it's all a bit of anxiety-driven self-sabotage. but every time i think to do something productive -- get my grading done, do some research -- i think about the fact that yesterday, a professor just causally told me to read 30-40 books by the time that we meet again next month like that's a perfectly normal thing to expect from a person who finished reading 94 books in six months!

and then i think about the fact that the same professor suggested i'd done no research and didn't know anything substantial about any of my proposed dissertation topics when i've been doing nothing but research every free chance i get and i do know things!! i've read five books of criticism and three novels in the one month since we last spoke! i took 10 pages of notes about my research!! and perhaps most frightening of all, she asked: what are you really contributing here in terms of something that hasn't already been said a hundred times before? and what am i supposed to say in answer to that? how do i find a new thing to say about wuthering heights or jane eyre that hasnt been said before when so much of that is developed in the process of writing and research but i can't do both until i get the okay on a proposal? all this time, i've been told not to worry about that: to trust that nobody can approach these books the way i can, that the novelty will be everything that i uniquely bring into my analysis, and besides that, when i tried to do something that hasn't been done before by proposing i do a paper on the latin american gothic, i got torn to shreds by half the people i spoke to this idea about! jesus christ! jesus fucking christ!!