#sometimes u just need to accept things...

[stuckinapril]

used to daydream about fairytale reconciliations after pretty much every platonic or romantic fallout i ever had, but sometimes it’s healthier to just accept that someone will never own up bc they don’t think you’re worth the trouble. anyone who truly cares would move mountains just to make sure that they communicate w you if they truly want to rectify the situation. but sometimes it’s their ego getting in the way, sometimes they have a narrative of you in their head they’re determined not to break, and sometimes they just don’t care enough about you to even consider it. they don’t have respect for the friendship or relationship in its posthumous state bc it was nothing to them, or at the very least it doesn’t eclipse their pride or their desire to appear correct in a situation or just outright the need to be done w the situation rather than be a good person. still guilty of this but i’ve been getting better at just nipping the delusion in the bud and just being okay w accepting that someone truly does not care. until they prove they do that is the assumption i go w every time. and it is saving me a lot of heartache

[soaked-ghost]

the post I rebloged last night made me think a lot a lot. Up until now I could never figure out what bothered me when I looked up utmv, there was always something.... missing, and I think I know what it is that was off.

Everything is too edgy.

Not the cool edgy (that I'm actually into I never talked about it but I'm an edgy bitch for sure), but the 'so edgy it's kinda cringe tbh'.

Everything is so bleak. so dull. Characters never get happy endings, or even happy moments. The good guys' flaws are demonized to a hellish degree and the bad guys' terrible actions are romanticized to the point where it makes me nauseous.

The characters never change for the better, or rather no character is *allowed* to actually change for the better, always trapped in this loop of angst where they just suffer over and over.

They never hope, they always grieve, and kindness and compassion is an invitation to get killed.

Did we play the same game? Did we understand the same things?

I loved undertale because it wore it heart on it sleeve, because of how sincere it was when it was telling me that things are going to be okay, it made me realize I'm not a lost cause and I can be helped.

I went to utmv looking for the same feelings, but I got the exact opposite sentiment. It makes me feel empty.

Like. Idk man. The fandom irks me and makes me feel icky. Even if I KNOW there are good things in there and I could find it if I looked deep enough, but I'd have to sit through all the other stuff I don't like to find it, so I'm not doing that.

[pepperpixel]

Both love and hate the absolute DELUGE of ink a fresh sharpie unleashes onto the paper the instant it makes contact…. I have complicated feelings towards the deluge lmao

[jrueships]

something invokes the carnal rage in me when a grown man rages like a two-year old over a video game

[unproduciblesmackdown]

omgg lol [guy who won't stop going "more like scapeGOATED" voice] now hold! on!! lmao [same guy just saw encanto voice] Hold on!!!

[clowniconography]

a take on the "former gifted kid" discussion that i feel like i don't see enough is the fact that like. one of the most harmful thoughts ppl often internalize in a gifted program is that they're inherently smarter and therefore better than their peers. and i think the biggest misconception that former gifted kids need to work through isn't as much about self image as it is about the way they view other people. i can say personally as a former gifted kid that it took me way too long to accept that many different types of intelligence exist, and that the stuff i was praised for in school was just a small sliver of that which isn't even that useful for adult life. and i watched my friends in those programs also struggle with similar issues. i believe what people think is an issue of not living up to their own expectations is often actually a result of not valuing the contributions of other people enough

[daydadahlias]

what are you getting us for ashton’s birthday

some respect for fanfic authors as people will be first on the list <3

[opens-up-4-nobody]

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[poppyseed799]

I feel like life series fanon jimmy is kind of mischaracterized and there’s an easy way to make sure you’re doing it right: he has a lot of unearned confidence

[sage-nebula]

To be honest I kind of just want to write a fic set after Frontiers where Tails ends up in Possum Springs and befriends that crew. Not for any plot reasons, there's no plot really, but just so he can hang around with a bunch of people who have problems and negative feelings and think it's A-OK to feel and express those negative feelings. They treat him like the kid he is because they're in their twenties, and he explodes with everything he's been through in a way to prove that he's not just a kid, and Mae responds with the NitW-certified understated, "Jeez." They take him to smash lightbulbs behind the Snack Falcon. They let him sit in at band practice. He helps Bea out at the Ol' Pickaxe so she can finally fire the creep that assaulted her. (She at first tells him that's probably a violation of child labor laws. He goes, "what are those." She says "fuck it" and hires him.) He and Lori get to gleefully shout, "everything sucks forever!!" while laying on the train tracks because sometimes you've just got to embrace the fact that, yeah, things suck! And maybe they always will! And maybe that's okay! Maybe it's okay to not be okay!!

There's no plot. This follows the events of NitW too, so there's no danger from the cult. Tails is aged up a little maybe, perhaps 12 so that he and Lori can be closer in age (since she's 14), because I want them to be besties and later pen pals. (She gets him a friendship necklace that's two halves of a star. Together they spell "BFF." She gives him the B, because he has a big brain, and keeps the second F because she wants people to think it means "fuck."

Tails: "So . . . Brains Forever Fuck?" Lori: "Exactly" :3)

I just think it would be fun and maybe what he needs. Everything's dying in Possum Springs and everything sucks, Mae is severely mentally ill, Bea is cut off from her dreams, Gregg and Angus have no way of knowing if they'll ever manage to get out, Lori was probably going to be the next target of the cult. But hey, they're still alive. They can still smash lightbulbs and build crazy robots and tightrope walk on the power lines and have knife fights (ok that's just Mae and Gregg) and play grunge rock as loud as they can during band practice. Angus can tell Tails about a universe that doesn't care, and people who do. Gregg can commiserate on what it feels like to feel worthless, and Bea likewise on how it feels to be overwhelmed but knowing you have no choice but to keep going anyway. And Mae can save him the trouble of paying for a shit therapist by telling him, look, the only therapist around will tell you to just journal your thoughts and feelings. So do that. Maybe it helps. She doesn't know. But she does it, so hey, might be worth a shot.

I don't know, I just like thinking about it. Don't know if I'll ever write it, but the idea of Tails and Lori M being pen pals regardless is one I like a lot (as well as Tails taking a burned CD of the band's EP with him when he leaves, and actually picking up on that journaling thing big sis Maeday told him about . . .)

[deficiencies]

lrb the school system as it exists is soul crushing and rigid and stifles any non-standardized methods of learning to the detriment of both the students and the teachers... the expectation for any real exchange of ideas to take place in such a suffocating environment is ridiculous

[lz-01]

since you can’t have nice things, i’m now hiding all my works on ao3 til this craze of feeding people’s fics into AI generators like ChatGPT dies

i don’t want my writing -- pieces that i’ve spent hundreds of hours of my life working on -- going to feed some fucking AI so piece of shit rich fucks can use ChatGPT to generate stories and scripts instead of paying writers a fair fucking wage

get your heads outta your collective asses

[ironmanstan]

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[maedaeme]

on one hand i understand that people's inability to accept their favs do bad things means that ppl will uncritically defend heinous shit and it's aggravating as hell. on the other hand this same inability pushes people to insist people can only 'morally' enjoy the most bland, boring, uncomplicated characters and dynamics imaginable. this is not a new take but i am feeling it rn

[the-pea-and-the-sun]

in my mind there r two majors spheres of interest ive accumulated over the last several years. one of them consists of cartoons & lighthearted comedic media, bright primary colors, clowns, rubber ducks, toys, etc and the other one consists of horror, red black and silver things, violent crime fiction, gore, symbolic cannibalism etc. and my brain wants to connect them SO bad but the only connection it allows is to get rly excited over the fact that bugs bunny is in skinamarink

[fardf150]

ig my problem is that when ppl who ive never spoken to who dont and will never have a reason to refer to me ask my pronouns it feels too much like the "are you a boy or girl" question. like im cool when theyre asking everybody bc they plan on knowing and talking to all of us. but when they approach me and only me and i dont know them it's like Oh youre just uncomfortable with the fact that i confuse you and you need to be able to classify me