SO- I just bought a new smartphone (samsung galaxy A34) bc my old one (samsung galaxy A6) was from 2018 and -even though it technically still works- I wanted to replace it before it had the chance to die on me (so I could actually transfer my data etc this time)..
But apparently Samsung has made some weird changes since idk 2-ish years ago when my mom bought her current phone and now I'm.... ??????????
I was PREPARED that the volume buttons would now be on the same side as the on/off button (stupid change nonetheless, but I was prepared for it)..
I also knew that the charging cable would be USB-C now.... however-
I did NOT expect that apparently they only supply you with a USB-C to USB-C (?????) cable now and NO CHARGER?? you know? the thing you use to plug it into a power outlet so you can CHARGE THE BATTERY?? I can't even plug this cable I got into my computer either bc it's USB-C to USB-C instead of USB-A..
ALSO MISSING NOW APPARENTLY: A headphone jack??? what is up with this minimalist bullshit, Samsung?? I didn't even use a headphone with my phone often, bc I usually only watch videos on it at home, but still.. I'm not buying any of those stupid ass wireless things when I still have perfectly functional wired ones that I SHOULD just be able to plug into my phone.
So yeah apparently in order to even be able to use this thing I have to go back to the store and buy a seperate charger? am i the only one who thinks that's bullshit? that should be included by default and included in the price of the phone. what the fuck.
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I made a post on my twitter a year ago that I'm still in the same feeling about:
"Whenever I see posts like "Don't feel bad about your art! Younger you would be so excited about how it looks now" I feel really awkward because younger me would be disappointed AS HELL over how my art looks. Those posts do not make me feel better lol
"Like, little me had the basic understanding that I'd improve as I got older, she would not be impressed that I'm simply not as bad as she was now. She grew up seeing all this fantastic art from 18 year olds online and desperately wanting that. She'd be so upset I'm still not even close to achieving that at 21" (now 22, going on 23 in a few months)
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I can’t tell whether this is me having an autism moment or whether this is the kind of thing that crops up 6 months out of a film’s release, and I’m not trying to be an asshole but hand wringing about what if btsv reveals Dana is Gabriella’s biological mother is just. Not a concern I understand tbh.
Like for one, atsv shows less than nothing about her other biological parent. We know Jack shit about whoever contributed 50% of her DNA to the point where there’s just as much evidence for like. Alt Miguel spawning this child asexually like a starfish or this baby arriving in a little white blanket via stork.
There’s no family photos in the bg, no other parent was in Gabriella’s life when her father died otherwise we would’ve been shown them etc. we have more evidence for alt Miguel being a trans man that got a sperm donation than we do a partner being involved in the creation of this kid lmao
also blah blah blah it’s a good writing decision that there’s no partner shown there because otherwise it invites a dimension of moral complication to the story (ie. the violation of trust and consent that is secretly replacing someone’s partner) that atsv just isn’t trying to court, because the entire point of Gabriella as a writing device is to be an additionally sympathetic dimension to Miguel’s motivations and guilt.
Secondly, PAD is the main guy continually referencing Dana as Miguel’s fiancé (whether past or current) and unless he somehow sneaks his way into the writer’s room, I genuinely don’t understand any kind of concern that we’re somehow going to get an other parent reveal for Gabriella when the opportunity for that came and went already, and the film writers have been very open abt the fact they’re taking liberties w this iteration of the character (Asking for Oscar Issac’s opinion on the writing as a Latino man etc) and thus Miguel’s characterisation isn’t supposed to be a one to one adaptation of any singular comic run.
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((I want everyone to keep something in mind in regards to this blog and this is going to sound like a general, common sense post (and in a way it is) but it's also hi I'm in your house, whispering into your ear, telling you to call ga//amestop and ask them if they have bat//tleto//ads---, blah blah, basically it's personal too:
With me, regardless of blog or content, both communication and engagement go hand in hand. Communication and engagement needs to go both ways.
I love posting and reblogging memes and calls and will continue to do so but you folks---old mutual or new mutual doesn't matter---need to take the initiative yourself sometimes too. Be enthusiastic. Be spontaneous. Be proactive. I don't want to ask people to write with me all of the damn time nor do I want to chase after people all of the time because if I have to do that constantly over and over again it starts feeling incredibly one sided even when it isn't (because ofc people have lives, specific interests, anxiety, and whatever else which are all things that I deal with myself and I understand how that can stop someone from doing something, but that's how it feels especially over an extended period of time) and I don't need to explain how disheartening and draining that can be.
My seeming to interact with only one person---and for both of my blogs it's @magioffire and we all know that---it's not because we're being stuck up, elitist or whatever inane and incorrect term people want to throw at our feet it's because we engage and communicate. The give and take between us (both from an ic and ooc standpoint) never feels imbalanced or even transactional (I really hate using that word but, again I gotta stress this, that's how this makes me feel) and I have never felt like I needed to chase them down for an interaction or had to fight for a scrap of their time---which feels like a feat bc Blair has a lot of people scrambling at their door---and I cannot tell you how huge that is. That sounds like a huge sweeping thing to say, I know, but I mean it in all of the little ways too. I could post some stupid bullshit on here; not a starter or a meme just a little random muse thought or observation, and 100% of the time here comes Blair telling me what they think or adding on to it or just...whatever. They're here for both me and my muses for the big and small things, whenever I've asked and, more often than not, when I haven't (or couldn't) and that's incredibly important. It's that kind of stuff that makes what we have special and that's putting it super lightly. And yes, our relationship both as friends and as writers has developed over a long time, and we did click immediately that's true, but there's never been any doubt to cast upon the work and effort both of us have put forth.
And this post isn't to say that I'm demanding constant or immediate attention from you all---because, again, we all have lives, health issues, etc, etc, and all of that takes precedence over a hobby as I've said before and will say again and again---but....put some effort into it when you have the capability. Yes, like the calls that I post or send a meme in, absolutely, but also message me on your own and ask a question or shoot a muse a random prompt or just @ me in a post. Show me some enthusiasm and engagement on your end because right now it feels like I'm doing all the work all of the time and that's tiring. I'm tired of handing stuff to people all of the time---I'll keep doing it, obviously, because I need and want to engage on my end and love throwing stuff at people and providing opportunities---all I'm asking for is understanding and reciprocation.
If you can't reciprocate for whatever reason? Tell me.
If you're unsure about something, no matter what that something is? Tell me.
If you need help or even a specific kind of accommodation in order for us to start interacting or continue interacting? Tell me.
Don't just assume that I don't want to write with you or that you can't ask me for things. Don't assume that I'm being a snob or whatever else just because I seem to be paying attention to a certain mun full time because do you know what that actually is? That's friendship. That's effort. That's me giving back what I've been given. That's me reciprocating the enthusiasm, love and creativity that I've been handed, nothing more. There's nothing unobtainable or gatekeep-y about that either, you just need to be earnest and forthcoming with me and I can assure you that I'll return the favor in kind.))
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Trying.
Got forced to confront the more vulnerable part of me again. God, can I stop doing that yet?
I'm deflecting it, but I feel like shit. I am shit.
I make so much fucking stink about being better than the person I was yesterday and sometimes the truth of the matter is I just hate all of it. There's no good here. There's only polite, there's only "no longer sharp." there's only the thing that will fucking trade with you and wonder what you get out of existing around it.
And yet, here I am, feeling like shit, and honestly staring down one of the people who I think really wronged me. If you see this, Blazovich, 1, get the fuck off my blog, because you are not welcome, but finish reading this first.
2, Fuck you for what you chose to do. You were an adult in the room and you let a fucking 13 year old take the shoulder and police force of a spiritual government because you were a fucking coward who couldn't gather up the stones to even try to tell me no. And then it was my fault for anything I did to you. It was my fault? Fuck you. You and Aeris tried to spiritually chain me, and I don't care how badly you fucking failed it was the spirit that mattered, and you decided some traumatized child was worth less than you because I was scary.
Because I am scary. But I'm the monster Emory asked of me, I'm the monster you asked of me, I'm the monster Rhia asked of me, And I'm the fucking monster Vixen wanted of me too. Whatever Humanity is here is because I fucking learned it like I should've done years ago, and it's a mask I can't wear some days.
Whatever the hell people think of me, I know what I am and who I try to be. And I'm failing tonight. Tonight, the only thing I get to do is sit and hum and pretend I have a life worth singing about.
Blood and Tears on the paper
no essence, just words
Madness pours out into it's fingertips
Human in all the ways that matter to observers
And it trades nothing
it gains nothing.
Alone as Always.
For while it offers a hand, If it ever takes one, it knows how much it risks hurting.
A well to drag people into, yeah?
I love you, Brooks, Prince. I'm not going anywhere, but tonight is a night I'm reminded I'm standing up to keep growing and learning.
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