#oscar vents??????

[lovelyrockstar]

i love to draw ocs during school while having a shit ass day. makes me feel good. but???? im still having a shit ass day and i still feel bad????? jot like. "oh i did something now i feel bad" like "oh i feel terrible physically and mentally and im scared whats gonna happen next"

venting in tags a little bit kind of ihhuuh

[adustoflove]

Trying not to end up in a psychiatric ward when you have bpd should be considered an oscar worthy performance. You're all witnessing a mental breakdown in real time, and not one person will have a clue

[sweet-allien]

If I keep reading comments from people comparing Logan and Colapinto I swear I'm going to stop being a friendly blog and I'm going to be one of the most fucking aggressive blogs.

To begin with, they did not have the same car, LOGAN DIDN'T EVEN HAVE THE SAME CAR AS ALEX and let's not forget that JV was not the one who saw that spark in Logan, he never saw him as a possible driver for Williams or as someone to accompany Alex, the the one who saw that potential in Logan was Jost Capito, not James. Not to mention all those derogatory comments from journalists towards Logan for being American (I really don't understand why that was a problem).

Colapinto has the support of both the Argentines and his own fans and James himself. Logan didn't really have a support network like Franco's, which, realistically, added to the pressure of being in one of the most competitive sports, is not exactly the most favorable for a person's self-esteem and confidence.

Logan was not only compared to Alex, his teammate with more experience in both F1 and Williams, but also to Oscar, Oscar, who drives a McLaren, who probably had more experience regarding F1 cars, Oscar, that always stood out in the rest of the categories and that has Mark Webber as support.

There's really no way to compare Logan and Franco, firstly, because they're both completely different, and secondly, because they were never on equal footing.

[logan-lieutenant]

let me be clear: this blog is NOT a safe space for lando haters. i’m sorry if that rubs you the wrong way, you’re free to block/unfollow.

“he bottles his starts” “he’s not as good as max” “he’s only good cause he’s got a rocketship of a car” “piastri has more potential” “he throws away opportunities” “he should’ve won and he fucked himself over” YOU DON’T THINK HE KNOWS THAT? even with all the PR training he has no poker face in interviews. he has moments, more and more frequently, where he radiates self-hatred. he isn’t out here protesting all the criticism, he’s taking it personally– way too personally– and people keep heaping it on harder and harder as if that makes a difference??

jesus christ people are coming after him like he’s making mistakes on purpose to spite them. i get it if you don’t like the fans– i don’t like them either. i’m talking about the hordes of mainly girls, often underage, who treat him like the next harry styles and drop really creepy/inappropriate comments in his posts and overall contribute to the “overhype” image. but then your beef is with the fans.

scraping the bottom of the barrel for every single excuse to put him down, to deny his performances, to nullify any single good result he comes up with is not going to change the numbers. he’s second in the championship. he’s won two races. he’s one of three drivers out of twenty he’s won more than one race, and lewis’s second win was after the disqualification and max is max. “he got a free pit stop in miami” “he just has a better car than max” okay, take it up with the FIA if you’re so upset.

i don’t really share my opinions on socials. i mostly just share other people’s memes and drop charlos-themed comments on instagram, and i’m new to tumblr but i try to stay in my own stupid little rpf lane. but now i just need to vent. if that makes you mad then like don’t read this far i guess??

my voice doesn’t matter. like, at all. i don’t have the full picture and i never will, and i physically can’t have any more of an objective opinion than anybody else who’s experiencing this all from the other side of a television screen. but i don’t like bullies. i personally don’t like it when people take it upon themselves to find the chinks in someone’s armor and sharpen their teeth. confidence, self-assurance, faith, the ability to silence everyone else’s voice is just as vital to an athlete as their strength and endurance. max verstappen has shown the power in mental/emotional invulnerability. lando doesn’t have that, and if anything it’s getting worse.

f1 isn’t structured to be fair. it is what it is. if you don’t like who’s winning, watch a different sport.

[hella1975]

hiiii haha. hello. exceptionally awkward introduction bc idrk how to start something like this so let's just jump right in. im taking a break from this account for a bit. i know i said i wanted taob out before halloween and currently im fine sticking with that deadline, but if i decide i need longer away then i will take longer away. every time ive reassured people that id never abandon a fic and updates will always come eventually i never once considered that my writing and ability to feel safe and comfortable on this site would be actively taken from me, so im not even going to apologise. i dont want this either and more importantly i dont fucking deserve it. i dont know what it is in the past year, if ive hit a certain amount of followers or 'popularity' that's made it so the natural ratio of positive to negative interactions must in turn go up, but there's been a serious uptick in weird asks for me. the annoying part is that a very small amount of them are actually objectively mean and hateful, the rest are just weird and invasive from people who seemingly dont realise that's what they're being. ive reached a point where i dont care if the intentions are good. it's not my job as a 20 year old tumblr user of all things to defend the morality of someone who couldnt even bother to come off anon. unfortunately, after blocking only one or two anons, the weird asks have decreased substantially, which says all you need to know about the fascinating and exhilarating lives led by these people, but ive also gone on to turn anon asks off entirely. this is something i actively fought against doing and had to be pushed into by my mutuals (who have been the coolest people on planet earth during this entire thing). turning off anon was a big deal to me even if it sounds silly. i felt betrayed and like id been backed into a corner because it was so vehmently something i DIDNT WANT that to feel like i had to do it anyway for my own mental health??? that sucks. so even though ive 'fixed' the problem, im still kind of reeling and uncomfortable every time i come on tumblr. i hope it's just something i need time to ease because i'll truly be devastated if this becomes 'ruined' for me. tumblr exists as the only place in the world where i am honestly every facet of myself without shame or hesitation; losing that would be insanely harmful to me. and to the people who cant appeal to the actual human behind the post, let me put that in words you can understand: we wouldn't get any more writing 😦😦😦 riots and fires and sirens, i know. so yeah. to anyone who has sent me an anon ask and you're now wondering if you were part of the problem, im firmly of the belief that you'll know if you are. when i say 'weird asks' i dont mean 'you sent me a para about your personal life just to vent or ask for advice' or 'you sent me a really deep emotional compliment about the impact me and/or my writing has had on you' - i love asks like that, so much that i put off taking a break and turning off anon solely for the joy they bring me. im sorry that it might feel like you're being punished too bc of the actions of what in reality is a HANDFUL of weird people, but this is what i feel like i have to do to feel safe and not go insane every time i log in. love you guys, hopefully ill see you soon x

[datamodel-of-disaster]

Swordtember 2024: Jester

“Man is least himself when he talks in his own person. Give him a mask, and he will tell you the truth.” - Oscar Wilde

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Isn't that funny? And here you tried so hard to show neither your face nor your hand.

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Drawing the icepick/mini sword thing in this reminded me of how there's an unexpected overlap between painting gems and non-metallic metal bits on warhammer minis and actually drawing them. Getting into Warhammer 40k was probably the single most impactful thing I've done for my art as a total noob. I'd recommend putting paint on plastic mini figures to anyone else who is a total beginner and wants to do something fun and creative that's not soul-destroying the way beginner art so often is.

Basically, sit down, watch a tutorial in which a tabletop-games-loving neckbeard version of Bob Ross shows you how to paint tiny plastic skeletons, and put some paint on plastic in the safe knowledge that "painted is better than grey" and you can't actually fuck this up. It is, no lie, Healing.

Before you know it, you find you actually enjoy making things and it doesn't feel like you're gonna die.

[gigifluidcat]

"Happy Oscar's Day! Remember to that you're not allowed to Watch it or any other numbing distractions that keep your sheeple brain from crumbling apart. You're only allowed to watch children and families get bombed, with you being powerless enough to not be able to stop it.

You're supposed to witness the blood and tears, with you of course, having nothing to do with it but blame yourself anyway because you live in a country that's actively funding it!

Oh what's that? You don't wanna see kids lose their limbs? Or worse, you want to *cope* with what's happening by distracting yourself? You support the terrorists. You may have done absolutely nothing in life to cause it, or even said anything about it, but your country's president supports the slaughter so that means YOU DO TOO by not wanting to watch children die!

But hey, that's all OK in the end! Drink water and eat plenty of vegetables, and be sure that things will get better! Mental health comes first after all! <3"

- This fucking site.

[glacierart]

"How long have I been falling?"

[aroacecowboy]

I hate my job I hate my job I hate my job I hate my job I hate my job I hate my job I hate my job I hate my job I hate my job I hate my job I hate my job I hate my job I hate my job I hate my job I hate my job I hate my job I hate my job I hate my job I hate my job I hate my job I hate my job I hate my job I hate my job I hate my job I hate my job I hate my job I hate my job I hate my job I hate my job I hate my job I hate my job I hate my job

[lovelyrockstar]

jm so hungrtyhhh

[l-alan-l]

I’m genuinely going insane Oscar Wilde got a hold on me for not-so-straight three days he’s there I feel his judging gaze on me WHY AM I LIKE THISSS can I not just enjoy something in a normal amount??? do I have to feel like he’s reading my mind??? Sick and tired of this sick and tired

[dykekingofhell]

I am starting to think that some of the people screaming about how “cinema is back” and how the marvel era is finally over during barbenheimer don’t actually care all that much about the art form or positive transformation within the film industry. y’all know that other technically great, emotionally powerful, and beautiful films came out this year right? like to be clear, i immensely enjoyed both of these films, but people have been acting like nolan is the only auteur and like barbie is the only feminist film ever made and that it isn’t a massive IP marketing project. like especially in the past two days, reactions to oscar nominations have been genuinely unhinged. Barbie was not snubbed, it got EIGHT FUCKING NOMINATIONS. like sure margot robbie and greta gerwig wouldn’t have been bad choices for nominations but it was a stacked year. like im sorry but where is the celebration for the other amazingly talented women who have been nominated this year? ESPECIALLY LILY GLADSTONE, the first native american person to be nominated for any of the major acting awards at the oscars

[dawn-sunlight]

Today is the December 18th. That means it's Thadius Vent's birthday.

Which means it's time to play the 18:12 Overture!

[alphaclxwn]

my dad told me I look like big bird so i told him id never be big bird because him and my mother nuked my chances of being big by them both being under 5'5

[androgynousblackbox]

I would write a song about this if I knew how to write songs

I would like to write something about my dog Oscar. About how I avoid looking at his toys whenever I can because it breaks my heart. About how I still curl in bed as if he were to sleep close to me. About how much I regret moving him from right under my leg when he cuddled next to me because he was dirty and away from the blanket designated for him. About how I still sleep in a ball as if giving an space for him to come in. About how I tried to watch movies with dogs and happy endings for all his last night with me, and soon I passed to Winnie Pooh and Breaking Bad because I couldn't stay in silence while I pet him the entire time.

About how I don't know if I believe in an afterlife because an existence where you can't enjoy the food you like or the drinks you love or don't get to hug and your loved ones can't see you or hear you doesn't seem real to me. About how at the same time I don't want to accept that everything about him is rotting underground and there's nothing else, that all the love I had for him means now just me grieving over him and he doesn't know about that because he can't care anymore, and there's no place where he exists. About how unfair it is that love can't make you immortal. About how desperately I want someone to still be for him because, if he is out there, it doesn't seem fair that he doesn't have someone to tell him that he is loved, someone to play with and just accompany him because he never liked to be alone. About how he was just a dog and the phrase "just a dog" doesn't make any fucking sense to me actually because how can any creature just be anything? I am just a human. My life is important and his was too. About how I don't want to hear that it was mercy or there was nothing else I could do, that it was the best for him, that I did the most humane thing, because all I know is that I took him there for the last time and didn't give him the last belly rub because I didn't know the injection would act so fast. About how I am probably a selfish prick because I can't be more glad that he isn't suffering anything at all anymore, because all I have is the awareness that he is not coming back. About how how I cut pieces of his soft white hair to fill a small lilac heart and printed a piece of clay with his paw. About how I buried him with a piece of my hair, because it was only fair that he would take something of me like I took of him, and I buried him with my own hands until my legs hurt for days. About how I can't still talk about him without my voice cracking up and I wouldn't be able to sing this even if I could make it into a song, but I love music and I wish I could honor him with a piece of that inspired by him. About how I know someday I will forget the look on his face without looking at his pictures and I don't want that. About how I loved this stinky fucked up looking, overbite having, hips displaced haver, genetically predisposed to doom, little poodle that never did anything wrong in his entire 12 years of life and deserved the entire world, but somehow was happy with a piece of chicken and sleeping on his own bed. About how a stupid little part of me somehow wishes he could come back to me somehow and how I know that couldn't be. I already had my time to love him, you don't get that twice, and I understand that, but inside I am just the bratty kid that keeps repeating "but I want him now, not anyone else." About how his fur was so soft and I wish more people knew how much it hurts I can't pet him anymore. About how I just keep going and doing my job, about how my friends keep asking how I am doing and all I can say is I keep going because if I talk for longer I will just keep crying and I can't already see the fucking keyboard while typing this. About how I am not brave nor merciful, I just didn't want us to hurt anymore. About how much I miss him and I wish somehow he knew, that whatever little time he had here, I will never regret a single second of me knowing him.

[allthingsvicf]

So, I happened to develop a "little" crush on a guy in my college class who kinda wears his hair like Steven Grant 🤔😳

I think I've just reached a new level of fangirl madness 😍🤩🤪