#negativity warning

[leafmealoooone]

Full disrespect to the person going around the r/wheelchair sub reddit telling someone diagnosed with me/cfs that they shouldn't use that label, they should use long covid instead. Specifically, "I would encourage you to think of yourself having Long COVID instead of ME/CFS."

Absolutely full of hatred for this attitude where people are like, oh, plenty of people with long covid seem to have something identical to me/cfs? Well fuck everyone with me/cfs and fuck that diagnosis, you all can suffer and die, no one cares unless it's long covid, we're going to continue to totally ignore the (insufficient, yes, but not insignificant) existing body of research about this condition and continue to pretend it might be imaginary.

And if your legitimacy in the eyes of medical isntitutions as a person with chronic illness comes at the expense of others, if it's something you only have because you threw your fellow sick people under the bus, you are the problem. I know I should be glad for anyone for any bit of help and treatment they can get but if being taken seriously requires you to perpetuate the marginalization/deliegitimization/invisiblization of people who are dealing with the same and/or similar issues, please know that I may never forgive you.

[littleshysheep-at-da]

I keep having stuff I think about Drawing then just… not actually doing it… oops…. Brain just gone rip 🫠 am so eepy

[quincywillows]

as i reflect more, i have to say one of the biggest aspects that turned me away completely from traditional publishing is the social media prevalence. there was such a clear expectation, literally from the moment you submit your manuscript for consideration, that you either already had a following on insta/the-platform-formally-known-as-twitter or would be committed full throttle to creating one. there was no question about it. the idea that you would sell not just your book, but yourself, online was baked into the very potential of your manuscript seeing the light of day. and i remember lurking in those spaces and seeing every single aspiring author regurgitating the same plucky, quirky posts, and sharing the same "friends" on the platform, and justifying x y z aspect about themselves as an author rather than telling me anything substantive about their novel (no true synopses in sight here -- just a quippy, 240-character logline usually filled with tropes). it literally felt like being surrounded by clones, or generic-writer-bots, and i was supposed to be inclined to show interest in their writing because of their PRESENTATION on the-platform-formally-known-as-twitter, rather than the actual writing itself. it's even worse now with tik tok and "booktok."

every single book i have ever loved, have ever called a favorite, always grew from the book itself. not the author. most of the time, i didn't know who the author even was, and i rarely take the time to go investigate further. the value and heart of a book lies in the words on the page, the content inside the manuscript -- not the name printed onto the spine.

i just really hate this trend in publishing where the author has become more of a draw or more important than the story itself. we are writers, we're sharing our writing. the story is what it's supposed to be all about; if that isn't connecting with the readers, what else matters? certainly not that -- and it's simply not worth commodifying your literal personhood just to get another click.

[muffinrecord]

Yep especially since by that point in na unless you grinded you were unlikely to have alot of girls 5*Ed and max leveled

Yeah, which is an excellent point to bring up. Part of the issue is not only powercreep (which I mean is an issue but let's pretend it isn't for a second) but also that we just plain ol' have more girls at max level who are kitted out too.

It also makes me think that like-- does anyone even grind for material anymore? I used to spend long nights wasting SP to get rainbow orbs or Bunny Ear Cotton to help get a girls' magia and awakening up and ready.

I'm not gonna rail against quality of life changes, but they did have the unfortunate consequence of making some parts of the game matter much less.

[readbythestarlight]

Ngl I suuuper wish it wasn’t this guy he was nothing but annoying at the start. Hoping he’s a little better in actual play…

[mbrainspaz]

[⚠️ Negative Take Incoming]

Gotta say 'Adam, Check Please,' despite the usual techno-pop style I love, immediately became my least favorite Owl City song. The whole concept of a song about working a minimum wage job and being so happy and grateful about it because fame and success are right around the corner—yeesh. Ick. Obviously there are happy grocery store employees out there but all I could think about was that report from a few years ago about 1 in 7 Kroger workers struggling to afford housing. I have so many friends with beautiful creative souls who just can't escape the grind of minimum wage jobs. It's normal for celebrities to be tone-deaf about normal people struggles but I particularly hate that he threw in the 'just wait until your signature becomes an autograph' like that's just something that happens to your average grocery store employee, and not something he both worked very hard for and got exceedingly lucky with. Overall it was serving boostraps capitalist bullshit and not much else. It's depressing to get that from an artist I really love. Granted, I did fall in love with his music back when I was a privileged right wing christian brat who thought I could totally be a movie director if tried hard enough even though I couldn't afford a camera.

This is 100% a jaded chronically online leftist take but I hope I can find a lyric free version. And hey, maybe once I magically achieve success with my art and can finally leave the corporate job that refuses to pay me a living wage I'll revisit this song and not hate it so much.

[laurelwinchester]

wayched the fl*sh series finale. had no idea what was going on but it was a sweet well earned send off and i'm so happy w*stall*n got their baby n*ra.

.....crying laughing at how lazy and unrealistic the birth scene was though. she really gave birth in a single push without once smudging her full face of makeup or ruining her perfectly done hair and was immediately okay to lounge around her home in tight jeans and insane heels. like they truly did not put a single ounce of effort into that lol.

[mysticalsadgirl]

4 16 21

what was the last straw that made you finally block that annoying person?

Not fandom related but the last time I remember blocking someone it was because I realised they were a t*rf

you can't understand why so many people like this thing (characterization, trope, headcanon, etc)

I guess it'd be Johnny's backstory as prescribed by CK writers. I just don't love the whole "he was actually poor and then his mum married a rich guy." I think it misses the point TKK was trying to make about class. Also Sid is such an offensive character imo

part of canon you think is overhyped

The tournaments. I think there are more interesting ways for karate elements of the show to play out (like the karate riot and Danie's death match in TKK2)

[kissesformonsters]

Sorry guys, I know I made this account to spread positivity, but it's been feeling really hard lately

[not-rigel]

I'm listening

Rating: M

Warning: description of depression, depressive spiral, self loathing, soft sevika, sevika comforts you, sevikas love language is gift giving, words of affirmation is a very close second, I wrote this to cope with my emotions I hope that serves as a BIG WARNING, literally didnt sleep because I was writing this.

WC: 1.4

Darkness embraces you, literally and mentally, while you sit in your room. It's the dead of the night, the worst time for thoughts like the ones crowding your mind to exist. Each horrible thought stacked one atop the other, increasing in cruelty. 

A knock comes at your door and you're ready to pretend you're not home but you hear a familiar voice calling your name. 

“Open up. I got your fancy knife you asked for,” Sevika says on the other side of the door. 

You remember you mentioned wanting a specific knife, and Sevika offered to find it for you. But you didn't expect her to show up at your door in the middle of the night and you certainly didn't want her visit to occur in the middle of a spiral. You'd ask her to leave it by the door but you don't want any of your neighbors to help themselves to your new weapon. 

Shelving your self hatred, you make the exhausting walk to your door and open it for her. Sevika hears your footsteps approach and has the knife held out for you to take. She couldn't wait to give it to you, excited to see your reaction. 

But when you open the door and glance down at the knife in her hand, you don't look delighted. Instead you're indifferent. Sevika suddenly questions if she somehow misremembered which knife she was supposed to get you. 

“Did I get the wrong one?” She turns it over in her hand, checking the engraving on the hilt. She confirms it's the one you wanted. 

“Nothing like that. It's beautiful. I'm just too tired to appreciate it. Haven't been able to sleep tonight,” you half-lie. You gingerly take it from her hand and try to close the door but she holds it open. 

“Wait, I got you something else too,” she digs into her back pocket and pulls out a lighter. “For your candles,” she explains. Months ago she noticed you kept a candle lit inside your home so she brings you a new one whenever she can. A nice lighter felt like a long overdue addition. 

Still, you don't react and it worries Sevika. This can't just be because you're tired. She's been around you enough to know what you're like when you're sleep deprived and this wasn't it. She knows better than to outright ask if you're okay so she tries a different approach. 

“Is there something going on that I don't know about? I can tell you're not just tired,” she pries. 

“Personal shit. Nothing to worry about. Thanks for the knife and lighter. I really do appreciate it.” 

“Can you talk to me about it?” 

“I don't know. You probably won't understand.” You're trying to reject her support but Sevika won't stand for it. 

“Try me,” she urges and for a reason you cannot decipher, you pull your door wider so she can step in, shutting and locking it behind her. She's been in your home several times, walking over to your couch and taking a seat like it's her own. You timidly sit next to her, picking your cuticles and holding a staring contest with the floor. It takes a while for your words to find you. 

“I uh… Just keep having bad thoughts. It starts out small like… I'm not going to get enough sleep in time for work tomorrow then it becomes I'm not good enough at my job because I can't get enough sleep at night and it makes me perform badly. Then it's just… I'm not good enough period because no matter what I do, I'll mess up in some way and I'm just running around aimless. Trying one thing after another like it'll ever work out. All I could think before you showed up was I'm a failure,” you unload a few of your thoughts to Sevika and she listens intently. 

You're a bit caught by surprise when her strong arms wrapped around your shoulders. She gently pulls you across the couch and into her chest. Her right hand cups the back of your neck. 

When she speaks there's only softness in her voice, “I understand. I can't stop you from having those thoughts but I understand. Tell me more,” she soothes, determined to help you through this. She's never heard you speak like this, never heard such harsh words from your mouth. And it killed her inside that they were about yourself. 

You pull back to look up at her. Sevika was usually so stony, expression steeled into a scowl. But all of that roughness was gone. It's too intense and you look back to the floor. 

“I feel ridiculous and repulsive and stupid and worthless and hopeless and empty and like there's no fix for it. It's like I'm remembering every bad memory at once.”

Her hand moved to your chin, tilting your head upwards gently so she could look at you properly.

“I'm going to tell you something, but I need you to look me in the eyes okay?” she asks you, knowing she's asking for a lot at the moment. Even if it's a gesture as small as eye contact. You frown as you fight to pull your gaze from the floor. Sevika watches the struggle heartbroken but she knows you can do it. Eventually, your eyes meet hers and she sighs in relief. 

Her fingers move from your chin to your cheek, holding you to keep your gaze on her, “Listen closely, okay? I need you to not look away. Can you do that? For me?” 

“I'm listening,” you promise, now that you're looking at her you're not able to break from her hypnotic stare. She takes a moment to think of what to say. 

“You’re a good person. Not just a good person, a great person. You don't deserve the blame you give yourself,” she affirms and you listen to every word. You face twitches, lips trying to pull into a frown and brows trying to pinch into a furrow. The words aren't enough to get past the wall but they weaken the foundation. 

“You still listening?” She checks in, making sure you won't shut down. She knows she would try to tune out every word to avoid feeling their weight. 

You nod, eyes welling with tears and sniffling up the snot that drips from your nose. 

“Good. Keep listening,” she continued to hold eye contact with you, “You're smart, you're resourceful, you're good at what you do, you're appreciated, and you're loved.” 

You can't stop the tears now. Sevika avoids lying, feeling like people only lie when they have something to gain and there's nothing she wants from most people. If anything, Sevika felt using the truth is what earns the most. With your tears streaming down your cheeks and falling onto her thumb, she earned the sight of seeing you vulnerable. Sevika has never held something so fragile before. You were so frail, looking up at her with glassy eyes that made her afraid if she moved a finger you would shatter. But when she wiped the tears from your cheek, you remained intact. 

“I- I'm loved?” you heave between cries. Love is a strong word and it's rarely uttered in the Undercity so it's hard to know who really cares about you. You felt guilty for doubting Sevika's words, knowing she's trying her best to comfort you. 

“You're loved by me,” her confession is groundbreaking. Her thumb moved to feel the stream of tears, not wiping them away but allowing them to exist. 

“I never said it but I love you. And I have so many reasons to. Because you're more capable than you believe yourself to be. Because you're resilient. Because you mean the world to me. But mostly because you need love and I need to be the one who gives it to you.” 

Sevika needs to give you everything you need, needs to be the one to hold your face like this every time you cry. Needs to be the one to tell you how beautiful and wonderful you are. She needs to be the one you seek. Be the one to bring you gifts because she can't help but think about you.

“I love you too, Sevika. I'm sorry but … I wish I knew the person you're describing,” you sobbed. 

“No, don't apologize. You are that person, you might not see it that way but you are the person I'm describing. You'll see it one day. I promise. Don't let anyone, not even yourself, convince you that you're any other than the person I'm describing. Are you listening to me?” 

“Yes, I'm listening.” 

[littleshysheep-at-da]

I don’t really care for Harems or Genderbends, but can understand those are appealing sometimes/to some people. But I really hate most Elitism and Extremism.

Updating this with the Biggest Example I have: Retro Elitism

The “back in my day” or “this used to be good” because like good stuff is still being made!!! Some of my favorite things are waaay more recent! Look it’s not the old stuff isn’t quality some of my favorite things are also retro!!! But it’s not that “good stuff isn’t being made anymore” it’s just waaay more stuff is being made so there’s more varying quality were I feel like older thing we either only had the resources to make/get less so everything tended to be over a certain quality!!! But it’s good there’s more availability for everyone to try and make stuff now even if not all of it turn out great!!!

If you’re wondering why I’m saying “stuff” and not specifying anything… it’s because it applies to waaaaaay too many things okay?

[quincywillows]

i actually don’t think y’all understand how disillusioned i am with tv these days... the industry is dead to me. not for the reasons most fandom people say that like oh my fave died my fave couple broke up etc etc no. i think tv is dead because it literally is DEAD. its become so oversaturated that there is literally no way to rake through the muck to find the gems of good story. media has always been profit driven but the evolution to let’s create as much content as possible to beat out our competitors but only give them 1.5 seasons if that and make sure they have record-breaking streaming numbers -- a meaningless, MEANINGLESS metric when it comes to the quality of the storytelling -- within two days or they get the axe guaranteed and every single thing being a cheap and soulless IP adaptation that fans are happy to gobble down just to say they have it rather than actually see it as a faithful interpretation bc money money money and i swear if i see one more gd star marvel wars piece of property i will lose it. in this essay i will,

[muffinrecord]

Arc two in general just? Is super easy to play? I was expecting it to start with level 50 or 70 enemies or at least build up like arc one did but I’m on chapter 9 and all the enemies are so simple. I am f2p and have mostly one slots but have no issue with a single battle. When you’re battling alina you know she’s powerful because she’s hard to beat. When you beat yuna in two hits and then it cuts back to the story where yuna nearly beats iroha to death (just making that up as an example) it doesn’t feel the same

Arc 2 fights are easier in general. There are a couple of places where the difficulty spikes but even the challenge modes aren't really that challenging.

I'm not entirely sure why they did it this way? Especially since Arc 2 came out with Spirit Enhancement, so if anything it should feel harder...?

I don't want to endlessly bitch about the game and all its flaws; I do love this game very much. But some things are just kinda questionable when you take another look at them.

I think we can all agree that the best thing arc 2 main story did is that you no longer need to connect once per battle.

[glittergroovy]

[mbrainspaz]

Why does every glup shitto in the mandalorian s03 sound like they're reading their lines off a teleprompter? I don't remember it always being this bad.

[sleepsucks]