#real world problems in a fake world
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katheyn Ā· 2 months ago
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Okay ATLA Fandom at 3 am this morning I woke up with a burning question, and I need the collective brain cell to help me find peace.
Where the flip did the wood used in the Southern Water Tribe village come from?
Like, I don't remember seeing ANY trees at all around there. But they had to use it for a lot of things, boats, spears, torches, fuel for warmth and cooking, fishing poles, etc.
Like to support a whole community, even a diminished one after 100 years of war, you would need a steady and nearby supply.
I don't know why this is bothering me so much, I blame the neurodivergence.
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mcalhenwrites Ā· 3 months ago
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Still alive, writing and editing a lot and even drawing (mostly dragon sketches at work). Seasons has some new chapters now... I saw something earlier about writing being something you can hone by doing lots of reading and writing. I wonder when that will apply to me. I've read a lot of books this year. I have almost hit my goal of 90 books, and while a couple are nonfiction and half are comics, the rest are novels. I expect that to increase again, now that I'm going back to the library. (I stopped with the bed bug scare.) Then I'm setting aside time each week to write. I work on stories at work, even if it's mostly just planning. (My laptop is falling apart so I just gave up taking it to work.) Yet here I am, still the same idiot who doesn't have anything appealing enough for most people to read. I can't get 99% of my followers interested. Sales of Geckos have dropped to next-to-nothing. Nothing else I put out there matters either. The fault lies with me. I'm not good enough. After having this stupid blog for 12 years, I want to delete it. I want to delete my twitter account. I want to delete every single account and shut up for good. There is nothing I can offer. My writing is a good hobby for me. I can get pats on the head for doing a little thing for myself. Aww, look at the cute little dumbass adult doing wittle storwies!!! Isn't that silly!!! They're not good, but he's having fun during the process. Too bad he hasn't figured out that not even 39 more years of practice can save what he's handing out.
#people lied about ā€œonce you have confidence nothing can take it awayā€#nah that shit can get killed when you're a fucking pitiful fool like me!#until the day when I actually make something that's important to anyone this is just me being a child-brained idiot scribbling words down#I used to think I was semi-decent... I did before Rascal but figured Rascal was inferior to my usual work#Then I felt bad about my writing bc of discouragement and locked my work up#felt a surge of confidence a couple of weeks before I started Seasons tho#then had some confidence after that until 2023 (lots of bad shit happened that year)#it evaporated quickly but I tried to maintain some#and now it's just like... me trying to pretend and ā€œfake it till you make itā€ has never worked for me#but let's be real: the more I showed I liked myself the more bothersome that was for some people I was close to#and it's better to tear me down than lift me up#so I guess the problem is that I just don't belong in the writing world with anyone else#I'll never be good enough and I'm frankly too mentally fucking delayed to have figured it out (like everything else)#hahahahaha people keep telling me I'm autistic and my brother is autistic and my parents refused a diagnosis for me when the Dr mentioned i#and here I am probably too autistic to have ever figured out a damn thing except that I'm pretty good at reading and liking stuff!#but not skilled at anything else#just a reader and worthless as anything else#oh and I guess crocheting but I want none of you to have that part of me ever again
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northwest-by-a-train Ā· 3 months ago
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scattered-winter Ā· 10 months ago
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sometimes i see a post and its like. hm. you actually care very little about the story or characters or plot at all bc all you want is for the token male twinks to kiss.
#i KNOW i know. tumblr. twink kissing website.#but still. genuinely.#my criteria for if i trust someone's takes on voltron are their opinions on allura and hunk. and ships other than klance.#and the non-romantic relationships also. that's a big main one actually.#has not led me astray yet.#like to clarify i LIKE klance ok. i am an enjoyer of them. but idk.....the way that theyre the Only thing anyone writes/cares about.#like yeah klance was done dirty but what about the characters of color. what about the disabled characters.#what about the platonic relationships. what about the familial relationships. what about the themes of war and genocide and imperialism.#what about the very real queerbait that happened right in front of us but everyone ignored#and whined about the fake made up queerbait that happened in their heads.#idk. people can engage with media however they want and its not a horrible world ending thing if they only view it thru the twinks kissing#but i dunno. viewing media with the shipping lens can blind you to all the other things.#AND I KNOW THE IRONY OF POINTING THIS OUT FOR *VOLTRON* OF ALL THINGS. I KNOWWW I KNOW I KNOW.#its not a problem that is exclusively this fandom either i see it everywhere. side eyes buddie fandom.#but idk man. im sick of not being able to find fic/art/meta that is focused on things other than the twinks kissing.#i think thats why im putting such a big focus on the other relationships in quintenary stars tbh. like there IS klance#or will be eventually but its just one of the relationships that will be happening. theyre found family theres siblings theres friends#theres the Themes and the Motifs and the storytelling devices. et cetera et cetera.#anyway this isnt really directed at anyone im just thinking out loud#winter speaks#voltron#anti klance#<- not really???? but i dont want ppl yelling at me so.
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anti-transphobia Ā· 9 months ago
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Just found out about the transunitism tag and I'm having a ball seeing posts from trans people that don't want other trans people dead for arbitrary reasons
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mycomori Ā· 11 months ago
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i should legally be allowed to stab someone i think like i donā€™t wanna hurt or kill anyone but also i really wanna fucking stab somethin over an dover and over again until i pass out
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starrysharks Ā· 1 year ago
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i usually just post about reassassination and ultimate excalibur alongside less developed stories/universes but brother i have a LOT of stuff that i either hardly talk about or never talk about at all publicly ,,, mostly because they don't have any character designs done yet šŸ’€
#like let me dump a few of the ideas that will probably never actually become real here:#1. story about two vampire hunter girls and one goes missing and the other has to go find her and fights various vampires along the way#(i actually did finish a few designs for this but scrapped it and now a lot of the plot aspects are in reassassination#such as a coven of 7 vampires based on the deadly sins - now the 7 assassins of the clear crucifix organisation in RAA)#2. darkstalkers-ish fighting game that i was really convinced i could make once i learned how to code -#- where the guardians of love and heartbreak fight to prove which love is real#there were multiple characters planned - puppy love which was like a cute girl with a big ass scary fuckin hellhound#sweetheart love who was a chocolate themed magical girl (her gimmick being that she could transform and her fighting style would change)#fake love who was like a scam love doctor old lady called dr.diva#pure lust who was a super tall vampire guy etc etc the list goes on#i kinda want to go through with that one. one problem! i cannot code fighting games#and the one that was pretty well developed - metallic miracle which had a pretty complicated story#basically the world is being attacked by alien creatures that can only be killed by children (never decided why tho)#so the fucked up government takes a bunch of 5-8 year olds and put them into comas and then turns them into cyborgs#to go on suicide missions to kill these aliens. mira's mother is the scientist who created the technology that can send them into comas#and keep their bodies moving n shit and she takes mira onto a different planet to try and save her but theyre found after a while#mira's mother is killed and mira is drafted in the kids v aliens war BUT she is immune to the coma technology#she fights fully aware of what is going on for around a year? and eventually the aliens are driven out and mira is super traumatised#and is one of the only survivors of this 'greater good project' - so they put her in a coma that actually works this time#and send her in a space capsule for years to give her some peace (didnt develop why shes in the space capsule)#anyway 50 years later mira is woken up and taken back to her home planet to help these other guys against smaller-scale threats#and the whole thing is about mira recovering from what happened to her learning to trust others and stuff#looking back the story is kinda edgy n doesnt really make sense and stuff but i think it could be interesting idk#is this oc rambling if its only in the tags?#whatever#oc rambling
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dragons-and-yellow-roses Ā· 8 months ago
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#so for the last like. as long as i can remember. ive had a shit sleep schedule#mostly like sleep all day and stay up all night kinda shit#but i got sick/burnt out recently and slept for almost two days straight#and somehow it reset my sleep schedule to something normal#like i went to bed at 10pm and woke up at 5am for the last few days#and i havent had to nap#and the not needing to nap is really fucking with me#like im used to waking up. feeding my dog. and then napping until i go to work#i should be napping rn. but im not tired#i dont have to get ready for work for another four hours and ive already been awake for three hours#i went to the coffee shop and to walgreens. im in real clothes instead of pajamas. i did a load of laundry#im laying in bed (its so hot i might be dying) and i just. dont know what to do with my time#im probably gonna do some cleaning and packing because im moving in two months#idk im just feeling some strange type of way because for the last few days ive been. alive#instead of sleeping my life away#its so strange. i got sick. slept for a few days. and now my biggest problem is just fixed? and i can have a life now?#its 70 degrees today and the world is my oyster. what should i do?#i have a list of chores im gonna do. i might walk to the coinstar machine so ill have money#yeah i want to do that cuz im in the negatives in my bank account but i want to get a cool drink before work today#my dad texted me this morning 'noticed your bank account is overdrawn for the second time this week. whats going on kid?'#which is such a sad text to get because i know im broke. thanks dad. lets pls ignore my financial hardships#if you want to make my dad less sad hmu for my venmo /hj#anyways ill probs do that today. get some cash so i can get a frozen lemonade from wawa or something#yknow that post thats like 'seasonal depression seems fake until its 50 degrees in march and it feels like you took a party drug'#i think thats partially whats happening here. its 70 degrees and sunny and my systems dont know what to do with that#i hope youre all having a great day that you dont sleep through. i love you!!
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sofhtie Ā· 1 year ago
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hi iā€™m late šŸ’Œ
iā€™m MORE late <3 love u dearly. as we know ur famously the worlds number one communicator #brave #strong. but more than that u have a way of approaching the world where it seems like u are able to find a little bit of joy and connection and lightness in any situation :] u bring this like genuine excitement and delight to the world and itā€™s SO lovely to be around
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deathfavor Ā· 2 years ago
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@yeonbanā€‹ā€‹ā€‹ā€‹ā€‹ā€‹ said: 10. for soma to request seirokuā€™s favorite meal from the chefs and bring it to him in an attempt at helping the doctor feel better after having noticed him looking a tad... off, in some sense of the word, earlier in the day.
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Ā  Ā The aura that surrounds Seiroku is different than it usually is, and if the reactions he was getting were anything to go by, others were picking up on it. Not that it effected his work, Seiroku wouldnā€™t allow for that. His work was as flawless and efficient as it always was, and he didnā€™t slack off either. It was just that something in the air around him gave a distinct feeling to those witnessing it of a ship lost at sea in a vicious storm. It didnā€™t help when he could feel the worrying gazes on his back from some of the medical staff, or when some of the patients seemed especially intent to thank him for his help with bright eyes. Or delirious ones. Those ones were worse, because even in the haze of the pain they were trying to make sure he knew of their gratefulness.
Ā  Part of him wanted to snap at them. Part of him wanted to destroy all of this, this warmth that tasted sweet like sugar on his tongue. The emotion in his chest feels like spikes under his skin, angry and sharp. Seiroku didnā€™t. Instead, heā€™d only offered a distant smile and gentle assurance he was just doing his job, and to let him know if they needed anything.
Ā  He needs to remove this warmth like removing a tumor, to split himself open and rip it out and throw away the malformed mess. Self surgery - he could probably do it. How many bushi had he slaughtered? Seiroku moves through the busy streets, his gaze barely flicking over the bushi as he made his way back to his room. Heā€™d long lost count of the number. He slaughtered everyone, indiscriminately so long as they were Bushi. He hated them. He hated them. Hated them like leeches. Thatā€™s right. He needed to crush them out.
Ā  This wasnā€™t his door though, this was no creation of those black crystals. (He wasnā€™t even enchanted by them like some of the other members.) This was all real.
Ā  Seiroku quickens his pace, paying little heed to his surroundings till heā€™s safe within his own room. At least his work was over and he wouldnā€™t need to face anyone if he didnā€™t want to. Everyone had off days, most would brush it off simply as that. He hoped. How would he know? Heā€™d never had anyone care.Ā 
Ā  His three golden swords clatter to the ground as he sets them aside and he moves to stand by the window, head resting against the wooden frame as he watched colors bleed from the sky as the sun lowered. He could imagine what most were doing. Drinking, eating, laughing. Everything heā€™d wanted. Everything heā€™d been confident heā€™d never get. Sometimes he could coax members to drink or eat with him, but it wasnā€™t the same. It was always him reaching out, trying to catch the sunlight in jars. Of course, you canā€™t seal sunlight in jars. Of course no one in the eight would reach out to him like that outside of having something they needed him to do. Ā 
Ā  He presses his tongue against the top of his mouth, eyes closed as he swallows away the too-sweet warmth like a fire eater extinguishing the flames. He doesnā€™t need warmth. He needs smoke and ash and emptiness, or a heat of anger so intense that the nerves confuse it for cold. Except anger is a blinding force and hardly good for strategy. So smoke and ash it is.
Ā  Seiroku snaps out of his thoughts when he hears the door slide open, knowing thereā€™s really only one person whoā€™d come find him. (At least without the frantic rhythm of running feet and his name already being called out because thereā€™s some medical emergency happening). He also knows Soma will instantly notice something is amiss if he hasnā€™t already - but to what extent heā€™ll point it out is unknown.
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Ā  Ā His stomach growls at the smell of food and his eyes shift to the tray in Somaā€™s hands.Ā Ā ā€œĀ  You remembered.Ā Ā ā€œĀ His eyes widen in genuine disbelief. Heā€™d only mentioned it in passing once, he hadnā€™t expected Soma to actually rememberĀ something so insignificant as his favorite meal. And somehow that hurts.Ā Even as Seirokuā€™s expression softens, and thereā€™s a faint glimpse of somethingĀ melancholicĀ lurking in his gaze before he shoves it down beneath the waves.Ā 
Ā  Ā Why do you have to make this so hard? Please...Please stop...
Ā  Ā Please donā€™t stop.
Ā  Ā ā€œĀ  Thank you.Ā Ā ā€œĀ  Seiroku pushes a smile to his lips as he moves away from the window and the dark outside to sit at the table. His mouth waters yet he only stares for a moment at the food.Ā Ā ā€œĀ  ...I really mean that. Iā€™m not just saying it. ā€œ His head lifts to look at the captain. He didnā€™t need to do any of this. His gaze lingers before he turns his head back to take a bit of the food before it got cold. Warm..
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pepprs Ā· 2 years ago
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i guess im starting a tradition of double ventposting lol but the last thing iā€™llsay (maybe) is likeā€¦ all of that has a caveat which is that my emotional object permanence has been absolutely OBLITERATED by 3 yrs of covid hell and it is really doing a number on me. clearly
#purrs#this manifests in how not normal i am abt reading / responding to messages btw ā™„ļø i love depriving myself of evidence that i am loved#also somewhat ā€‹relatedly (and i may have already said this but): covid also destroyed something that has always already been hard for me whi#which (ironically given how important it is to the work I do) foresight. i was not su*cidal growing up but i simply couldnā€™t imagine what li#life would be like after high school. it felt like the show was supposed to be over on graduation day. and everything thatā€™s happened since#then has seemed a little fake to meā€¦ and then covid happened and it felt even more fakeā€¦ and now i graduated college and WORK THERE full#time. and itā€™s like.. at any given moment i am about 30-40% convinced that the things that are happening to me arenā€™t actually real or that#theyā€™re not supposed to be happening bc the show ended on may 30 2017. and i donā€™t think thatā€™s a healthy way to experience the world lol#unreality tw#ask to tag#like ofc my day to day life is real and the week to week stuff is real. but thereā€™s some twilight zone-ness to it. like its happening to#someone else who looks exactly like me butim in her body and not mine and not controlling anything. idk. thatā€™s not the right metaphor its h#hard to explain and im so sleepy. but the best way i can describe it which i keep doing is like a tv show that should be over by now but is#dragging on fro some reason. like we never finished watching it but itā€™s like the office continuing after michael Scott left. itā€™s just#weird and wrong and fake and doesnā€™t feel real. and the fact that it actually is real but i feel that way is a very big problem
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underneathestars Ā· 1 year ago
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āœØ Tropes Tier āœØ
I was tagged by @ndostairlyrium, thank you dear <3
(Link to the Tiermaker here)
Ok first of all I have to admit I had to google MANY of them to know what they mean exactly (shame on me). And another premise is, well, I'd read pretty much everything if done right or if I like and "trust" the author, but yeah if I don't know anything about it but the tropes these are my preferences basically
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cocajimmycola Ā· 2 years ago
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sorry for not posting icons. forgot i existed
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garbagequeer Ā· 2 years ago
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it always rubs me the wrong way when people try to counter the supposed underlying logic to homophobic and transphobic thinking with ideas about the innateness of lgbt desire and identity. like things like ensuring people that there being more openly lgbt people wont ā€œmake kids gayā€ or whatever it might only make the already gay ones more comfortable which imo goes in the direction of 2 basic lines of argument: 1 that being lgbt is not a choice and 2 that being lgbt is not contagious. but tbh a lot of human identity and desire is based on the desire to be ā€œlikeā€ somebody else or on the knowledge of a preexisting model to structure the capacity for desire by seeing the way other people structure desire and not this theoretical innate pool of fully formed truly individual desires that just so happen to coincide with those of groups of people living in a certain place at a certain time. like i want to call back to some lesbian pamphlet from like the 80s that was like a lesbian q&a where the hypothetical question wasĀ ā€œis being gay a choice?ā€ and the answer was something likeĀ ā€œwho cares if it isā€.Ā 
like to me theres also something of an apology in saying dont worry we cant make more lgbt people all lgbt people are lgbt no matter what from birth and that is why you have to tolerate them (and therefore if someone isnt understood as innately lgbt this opens a way for violence bc the premise is that you have to forgive us for what we cant help basically). i mean in a path to end cisheteropatriarchy there will be more lgbt people as it advances because the hegemonic models of desire will be questioned and changed and that is part of liberation. you can say they were simply always there but all closeted but the thing is thats not something you can back up + who cares if it is a choice (itā€™d be a good and legitimate choice!). also the fact that it is not a legitimate or even real worry of homophobes and transphobes that there will be ā€œmoreā€ lgbt people cause theyā€™re concerned there are ANY lgbt people. so why engage in something so rigged to move the goal post from ā€œqueer is good + queer is something we wantā€ to ā€œqueer is + queer is something we acceptā€ which is closer to ā€œqueer is, unfortunately + queer is something weā€™re trying to helpā€
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administer-distractions Ā· 5 months ago
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cursed-tm Ā· 5 months ago
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getting older is really unfortunate because things are closed off to you the older you get. that's not a like litany against aging or something it's just an observation like literally you can never go back. literally you will never be this age again. it will be impossible for you to tell if you made the right choice or not until it's too late for you to go back and change it. things will simply continue happening on whatever course they're on and there's nothing you can do about it. all of your problems are aging with you. etc
#this is about the queer issue but also it's about everything else#i cant disentangle my problems from each other#queerness is like chronic pain to me in that it's simply a problem that will affect me everyday that i will never be rid of.#chronic pain is like my mental nonsense in that it's this personal world that cocoons me in that no one else will ever fully understand.#my mental nonsense is like queerness in that it's kind of a constructed web of anxieties and problems that are simultaneously real and fake#and then they loop around and feed on each other again#thinking about transition again i feel similar to how i felt about deciding about college. none of these options feel right i dread every#second of this future. yet it's coming anyway. i tried to kill myself like at least eight times in college#i regret going yet i also would have regretted not going. which i knew at the time. so i picked one#i will probably regret transitioning i will also regret not transitioning. the future is coming regardless i have to pick one#how many times will i try to kill myself after transitioning? how many times will i try to kill myself before/instead of transitioning?#if the self is dysfunctional if the self is wrong the solution is killing the self not putting a different outfit on it. you know?#what i would like is peace and i don't think anything is offering me that besides dying. it would be nice to be at peace#idk i am aging and i am in feelings about it i suppose. i have called it aging out of an age of plausible deniability. aging out of options#just me whining again
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