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soobieedoo · 1 month ago

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Formula of Love CH. 14 - we have “chemistry” together (written + smau)

word count: 1,154 (sorry yall i got carried away..)

the clinic was busy today, a saturday night closing shift meant every university student coming to the campus clinic to get medicine for preventing hangovers, condoms, or from time to time people asking if they can get what beomgyu likes to call "fun pills".

usually haechan would be out right now, if he was still at his old school you could always catch him at some kind of party on saturday nights.

but, he’s not even thinking about going to any party. yes he’s stuck at work, but he’s stuck at work with a pretty girl who happens to smell like flowers. why would he trade that for a house that would smell like weed and sweat?

haechan has never been so confident to be at work. after his last shift, he’s convinced that y/n has finally warmed up to him. his thoughts confirmed when she ACTUALLY waved hello to him first. he couldn’t help but smile.

despite hours of being together you haven’t had a chance to talk, he also hasn’t had a chance to ask about the chemistry assignment…which was totally his only intention. In between restocking and dealing with customers. it’s been hard for haechan to get a word in with you. but thankfully, the rush finally went down, everyone going to their respective parties.

side by side packing orders he debates for a few minutes in his head, until he finally asks “hey y/n, i didn’t get to ask how r u today?” last time he asked this question all he got was a quick one word reply. you obviously had wanted to end the conversation quickly, to his surprise this time was different.

you look over at him slightly shocked he’s talking to you after what happened last time, but hey! you promised you wouldn’t ice him out so you reply sincerely “ehh could be better, that rush was crazy.” haechan almost couldn’t believe it, you actually answered…and more than one word.

“it doesn’t help that yesterday i spoke to professor kim, which btw was absolutely useless and a COMPLETE waste of time” he watches as you angrily straighten out any wrinkles that may have formed on your coat “i mean HONESTLY you’re a professor, isn’t it your JOB to help your students?” you scoff.

haechan finds it cute, seems like when you’re angry you rant to anyone without a care in the world.

you seem to realize that you’ve spoken a lot more words than usual to him and quickly apologize “sorry…i got carried away”

“nah you’re fine, feel free to rant about him all you want. why’d you even talk to him?”

“the recent assignment has my brain melting, i talked to him about a question after i finally submitted it and he gave me THE MOST vague answer. i had to retract my submission cause it made me doubt my work so much.” you sigh.

“ahh yeah, that assignment is impossible i swear. i tried to talk to jeno about it but he didn’t give me shit, said to ask other classmates but no one knows either” haechan hears you laugh.

“that’s crazy, i would have thought that having the chemistry TA as your friend has its advantages. i guess not.” haechan smiles

“yeah, he’s useless too.”

haechan can’t believe it, he’s actually having a conversation with you.

haechan hears you sigh, multiple times actually. he looks over to see you hunched over at the counter, working on the assignment you both just talked about. the clinic was dead, the shelves were restocked, and the orders for tomorrow had already been packed. haechan offers to sweep the clinic and you kindly asked him if it would be okay to work on the assignment where he of course, agrees.

he goes over to you and looks at your paper, instantly recognizing the question. its the same one he’s been stuck on for days. “yeah that question has me stumped too”. you jump, having so focused on the assignment you forget for a while that you’re still at work…with haechan.

“its impossible i swear, he’s doing it on purpose so we lose a mark. its like he wants to see his students fail.” you slump down in your seat.

“i’ll be right back.” you watch as haechan goes towards the door and flips over the “OPEN” sign to “CLOSED” shuts the blinds and runs back into the locker room. he comes out with a backpack and a folder in his hand.

he sits next to you and opens up his folder to the same assignment.

“see i have this formula here but it makes zero sense, i have no idea what the next step is and the answer doesn’t match anything at all.” he hands over his paper and you quickly look over it.

you look back at your assignment and realize you have two different formulas “wait let me try something” you take the first part of his formula and second half of your formula, he watches as you scribble down the numbers quickly mumbling to yourself. suddenly, you get up from your seat. “THATS IT!”

haechan is shocked, he’s never heard you this loud before. he watches as you clap almost in tears “HYUCK this is IT i figured it out look!” you sit back down and explain it to him, he can’t focus though, you called him “hyuck” the last time he heard that was the very last time you guys talked on call.

“donghyuck?”

“huh?”

“do you get it?”

“sorry. i blanked out, can you say it again.” he feels embarrassed, one nickname shouldn’t affect him this much. he focuses now, ignoring the memory.

“y/n youre a genius.”

“we both are! without your formula i wouldn’t have figure out what was wrong with mine. so thank you.” you smile at him.

haechan feels like the world has stopped.

“i guess we just have chemistry together” he jokes

your eyes widen, his subtle joke affecting you way more than it should.

“im kidding, cmon dont act so scared! im serious though we could work together on assignments like these, i don’t really know much friends from my chemistry class so it’d be nice to have someone to talk to”

“y-yeah that’d be nice” you scratch your neck, slightly flustered. how is he acting so normal?

“is your number still the same?” he gathers up the strength to ask.

“oh no…i changed it after i lost my phone. here i’ll put it in your contacts! feel free to message me about any chemistry related questions!”

“sounds good thanks y/n, and you too feel free” he once again smiles at you. its quiet for a second, just you two staring at each other, “um we should probably lock up the store, don’t want an angry text about responsibilities from doyoung!”

“right right…really dont want that” haechan shudders as you laugh, both of you quietly cleaning the store together.

note: are we finally making some progress 👀👀

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poemnic-tarot · 1 year ago

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(Disclaimer : This is a general reading please only take what resonate. For entertainment purposes only)

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Pile 1⚡️ - Where am I tonight? by @cant-find-my-name

Where am I tonight?

Although I search for myself

Long and Hard

Still, I could not find

Who was I looking for?

Who am I?,

When I shine spotlight on it

It seem difficult to define,

'To define is to limit"

Then, I must not be

Who I thought I would be

But hopefully, whoever I will become Would still be me

And maybe that person

May be the person I was looking for,

Eventually, I will reconcile the me now

And the Me

I wish to be

Meaning:

This poem is about looking for yourself. Sometime, you don't even notice that you are not who you thought you are. In this 3D world, there are a lot of projections from people, whether that would be from families, friends, school or organisations. That would have definitely distorted yourself image. An image of yourself, you thought you are this type of person, value this thing until one day, you realised that was not you at all. When you finally have time to get to know yourself, a lot of your initial impression of yourself changed. I could never do that, I would never do this. That's definitely not me. Example, I'm not the type to dance to a cover song and post it online. I will never see myself sing publicly for millions to see.I would never dye my hair blue, etc. But when you uncovered yourself bit by bit, possibilities are endless. Things you would never thought that you would do, you find yourself seeing the possibilities for the first time. Trying to reconcile a part of you that you have no idea who she/he/they is/are. One part said, 'I could never start my own business’ the other part would go, ‘let's try it!.’ Whatever I want to be?, successful, brave, hard- working, relax, blue hair?, that's who I'm going to be.

The Messages

There's a natural progression to your self evolution. You might not notice but you have grow a lot Pile one. Steadily, becoming someone you alway admire. Now you're standing in that position or could be in that position. Example, you saw a singer on stage doing an amazing job and she really inspire you and you want to be like her one day. Well, one day is here or will be here shortly. Give yourself some credit, you grew up beautifully despite going through horrid events after events. Heartbreak after heartbreak. You bloomed purely, and will continue to do so. One minute you're a child and the next you are a teenager and a young adult. And next an adult. Life moves fast but you did not waste time. You used it to your advantage. Time did not used you. Maybe who you are chasing to become, has alway been there all along.

"What if we already are, who we been dying to become" this quote is from the song you got, Four by Sleeping at Last.

Have more faith and trust in yourself. You are progressing naturally, beautifully, unfolding.

Quote- "Because we can't see what's ahead, you have to trust that the dots will connect in your future."

Trust that the person you need in any situation will appear. Appear almost alway, it's you. You are that person.

Affirmation : "I give myself permission to be alone, connect with myself and appreciate my solitude"

Signs: 77, 678, VII, baby breath, Mirror

Song : Four by Sleeping At Last

What if we already are Who we've been dying to become In certain light, I can plainly see A reflection of magnificence Hidden in you Maybe even in me

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Pile 2🍊 - “Life Lesson” by @cant-find-my-name

Human aren't perfect

The lesson wasn't learn

So let try again

And learn it one more time,

You'll get infinite chances

Who to say enough is enough?

Except you of course, remember

You have all the say

You are the Authority of your life

No one should drive it

You must make your own decisions

And live by it

Or else, resentment will come

If you give your life control

By someone

Meaning:

This poem is about learning the same lessons twice, thrice or even fourth times. Doesn't matter as long as we are still trying to learn. As long as we are alive and growing. As long as it take to learn the lesson of life. As long as you don't give up on life. Chances are infinite, if only you give it to yourself. People tend to give limited/ restricted timeline to their life for whatever reason. Example, I should have marry before turning 30 or I'm 39 why aren't my goals and dream coming true?. The one to accept those as truth is you and only you. You have to make your own choice. This poem talked about making decision for you, no one else. Or else when you have to live a life by that decision, you may find yourself hating the person you made it for. Example, I made a decision to go to college and did medicine, not because I want to but I did it for my parent. That mean the lesson has not been learn and you are living a life not for you. And there will come a day, the choices will come again, and it will be up to you to make the decision. Will you continue the same path, the same pattern or will you choose yourself for once?. This is the idea where the poem is based on.

The Messages:

It's okay to start again. The new ideas or project or business plan that you are considering, Go for it. It is alright to begin anew, leave behind what didn't work out because it was just an experienced. We shouldn't judge an outcome from our experienced whether they are successful ones or not so successful. Because all of them are equally ours and all of them were necessary to teach us what we needed to learned at that time. Time for a new outlook, you are afraid to be disappointed like before but you are not the same person as you were. If your goals is abundance, isn't it better to try every ways we can towards it?. Give it its rightful justice by trying many different paths towards it. Trying just one path or one way and called it quit, seem inconclusive.

It is time to start again, with experienced, so we can heal what didn't work out, so we can become more secure in our decision. So we can trust our decision again. We can alway trust our decision, even when it lead us where we didn't want to go. But it will alway lead us where we needed to be. Expand our usual path and see if we can get to our goal a different way. Get yourself to a place where, 'it's okay if it happened and it's okay if it doesn't happen'. The outcome doesn't affect my sense of self. Don't give up on your dreams even if it doesn't work, this time. It just mean you are giving another chance to do it again, differently.

Affirmations: "I am brave enough to do what I need to do. I believe in myself. I can do it."

"I am strong enough and will be okay with the outcome"

Signs: 34, SWORDS, Ginger, Ranunculus, snail

Song: AM I DREAMING by Lil NAS x Miley Cyrus

Every song Every dream filled with hell from beyond As I'm sinkin', I relive the story Every try Every breakthrough and every cry As I'm sinkin', I relive the story

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Pile 3🍉 - “Let It Go / Dandelion” by @cant-find-my-name

Let it go, Dandelion with the wind

Don't let the failures

Tattooed on your skin

Cause nothing is ever worth your

Peace

Even if it is war

Even if it didn't work out

Now you know

You deserve so much more,

Rejection isn't a destination

It is part of this journey

Giving in doesn't mean giving up

The most important lesson in life is

Knowing when

Enough is enough

Meaning:

This poem is about accepting 'failures' or things that didn't work out, such as a relationship, a goals, a destination. We all have things that we planned or things that we expected it to be. Like I entered into a business partnership and I expected it to be going well. It is important to focus on the positive side of thing but when it didn't work out like how you hope, which it will alway happened, can you accept it?. Most people find it easy to accept success but find it difficult to accept failures. Which is understandable, however, that won't do because success and failures goes hand in hands and things that didn't work out is part of life or should be part of normal life not an end all be all situation.

This poem is also about giving up. Not in a ‘give up on life' kind of energy buy more of surrendering the outcome to the Divine. If and when you tried your best and it didn't go your way or even when it did, the outcome you want doesn’t serve you anymore. It is alright to give up, it is alright to quit. To change our mind. To change our mind is not alway equating failure. It just mean the things we're going for is no longer in alignment with us anymore. Such as, changing your major halfway through college, changed career path, your goals, your values, your style, etc. These things within us are ever changing. This poem summarisation is that things are ever changing and that it is OKAY. We need to know when enough is enough, with ourself, our goals, our life.

The Messages:

Keep going as you are. Do not stop. Keep your momentum because you will get to where you are headed. Even if it by fears or desperation or anxiety. Still, take your step by step. Concentrated on the positive, what worked out for you not what didn't. You will have a choice to make in regards to your stability and security. In a way, that is what you're going towards. A place where you can make a choice. To be able to choose is a privilege. To be able to choose is empowering. A position where a limited mindset could never be in. 'There's no choice or it is how it is', you know that's not true. That's limited mindset. You alway know that everyone have a choice, they just choose not to have one and blame external circumstances. But when you're in your power and honour yourself, the most empowering choice would be, choosing yourself. Most won't do it, because it's too much to take. But despite your hesitant Pile 3, you are asked to choose yourself and keep going. Start choosing yourself and never stop, because one day, you will reach that inner security you're alway craving. It isn't in any external things, money, status, groups, but within us, there's a voice that have never been heard because we never listen. But once you do, they are not stopping you Pile 3, whoever you're looking for to guide the way, that person is YOU. Repeat the affirmation to yourself Pile 3, "you are not a failure. You are talented, capable, strong and are going places."

Affirmation: "I am capable, I am talented, I am a gift"

Signs : 248, 24, Horses, Twin, Baby, Greek Goddess, Red Rose

Song: You're on your own, kids by Taylor Swift

From sprinkler splashes to fireplace ashes I gave my blood, sweat, and tears for this I hosted parties and starved my body Like I'd be saved by a perfect kiss

The jokes weren't funny, I took the money My friends from home don't know what to say I looked around in a blood-soaked gown And I saw something they can't take away

'Cause there were pages turned with the bridges burned Everything you lose is a step you take So make the friendship bracelets Take the moment and taste it You've got no reason to be afraid

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Pile 4⭐️- ‘Safe Blanket’ by @cant-find-my-name

The world seem to be against

But you whispered in my ears

'That's not true, why don't you look closely'

Stop telling yourself lies

The sky only bring you calm

The trees evokes your peace

The stars shared your longing,

Curious eyes filled with

Mystery,

The world is here for you

If only you let yourself be

And let yourself see

The Meaning :

This poem is about not being negatively bias because human tends to do that. We tend to look for the flaws first, for things that didn't work out. For things that we don't have, for things that's wrong. It's natural to do that but again, Negatively bias brain. Because in reality, it is not as bad as it seem. This poem is to act as a reminder that the Universe is working for me, not against me. There are tree, ocean, sky, beautiful nature all around. As long as you live on this earth and respect it, it will do the same. You are not targeted, you are not the only one feeling pain, no one is out to get you. The tree will only give you peace if only you let it. We must opened our eyes and our heart to truly appreciate earth's beauty. Our first Mother will alway be Mother Earth, Mother Gaia and we are her children. Mother earth is our home and where ever you go , there are nature, and where there are nature, then that is also your home. This poem remind us that we belonged in nature, within this earth. If when ever you feel unsafe, ungrounded, alway look for the tree, go towards nature because she is alway there for you.

The Messages:

Success is yours Pile4 , what ever success means to you. It is your birthright to shine in this world. Victory in life is your birthright. So rest, let the worries, the what's if? the doubts go. Let it flow down the drain and let us bath in this world divinity. Let the world carries you towards where you aim to go, to your destination. Anything you wish for will be aided by the Universe.You know Pile 4, that you are very lucky, very privilege in this life. You are in a position people would envied. People see you and goes 'that person got the best end of the stick in life’. And acknowledge that but in a way, it's because you alway believed that the Universe is working for you and never against you. You rest assured that The Universe alway have your back. And when you believe in something like that, there's nothing in life you can't do. You don't limit yourself to what you can or cannot do. You don't limit yourself to what you can or cannot have. To who you can and cannot be. “The world is against me...." is just an excuse and a lie.This poem helped you see that you got the biggest allied at your side. So go through life knowing you are loved and supported. Cause you are. Go through life rest in the knowing that you are okay or you alway will be okay and you are not alone on your journey.

Affirmation: "I release limiting beliefs and empowered myself to achieve more."

Signs: 77, leaves, horse, Yellow house, Gold

Songs: The Moon Will Sing by The Crane Wives

Tell me once again I could have been anyone, anyone else Before you made the choice for me My feet knew the path We walked in the dark, in the dark I never gave a single thought to where it might lead

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rockitmans · 1 year ago

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fic writer 20 questions - ask game

I was tagged by @bitbybitwrites, @special-bc-ur-part-of-it and @shame-is-a-wasted-emotion . Thank you my darlings 💖

tagging... probably a bunch of people that have already answered. @cerriddwenluna @heartsmadeofbooks @kurtsascot @backslashdelta

1. how many works do you have on ao3?

2. whats your ao3 word count?

134,215

3. what fandoms do you write for?

Only Glee/Klaine at the moment but I teeter enternally on the edge of writing for Red, White and Royal Blue

4. top 5 fics by kudos

Spinning Out (306) Blaine Anderson vs. Valentine's Day (221) Smart With Math, Stupid With Love (215) No Take Backs (166) Witch Wanted (161)

5. do you respond to comments? why or why not?

Yes, although if I get distracted for even a second it will inevitably not happen. If things are out of sight they are out of mind 😅

I do like to reply because comments absolutely make my day so I wanna acknowledge that. Even if I'm just like "fanks 🤓", inside I'm screaming.

6. what is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Witch Wanted has an ambiguous ending which can be read as angsty depending on how the reader interprets it. Personally I take the happy ending but either way the purpose of it is more about choosing to love each other through any challenge, however it ends up.

7. whats the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

All the rest haha. I think Blaine Anderson vs Valentine's Day is the most straightforwardly light hearted fic. Smart With Math has the best progression. And No Take Backs is the most cathartic and hopeful.

8. do you get hate on fics?

No. I've had people disagree with some stuff like writing Kurt Hummel as a Slut in Spinning Out (he deserved a slut phase ok). Personally I always think the point of fiction is exploring other avenues for the characters but I don't mind if people disagree with that.

9. do you write smut? if so, what kind?

Yes and as to what kind... The kind where sex happens?? Not sure haha. I guess I tend to write bottom Blaine with slightly subby undertones but y'know I've also written possessive top!Blaine and wall sex and soft sex with a lot of ~feelings~ so I'll try anything really as long as it doesn't squick me.

I also tend towards writing sex in a way that I think fits the fanfic mold rather than how I feel it strictly exists in reality. I don't think there's anything wrong with that though. The mold is good.

10. do you write crossovers? whats the craziest one youve ever written?

Nah. I'm writing a Red, White, Royal Blue AU currently but it's not a crossover in the sense that characters from the book will appear. I don't currently have any plans to write one but maybe.

11. have you ever had a fic stolen?

Don't think so

12. have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope

13. have you ever cowritten a fic before?

No. I'm open to it but terrible at writing to a schedule so it would have to be a patient soul to put up with me. I've written to prompts and for art though which is a different kind of collaboration that I really enjoy.

14. fave all time ship?

Klaine but I had a pretty hefty Merthur era in my youth and they still have a special place in my heart.

15. wip you want to finish but doubt you will?

I kind of intend to finish all of them even if that's entirely unrealistic. Nothing is formally abandoned that I've written more than a few thousand words for because... sunk cost fallacy.

It's possible the fic I was writing for Back to School may fall by the way side. It was competing choir directors with a lot of dumb rivalry and banter which I do really enjoy but I'm struggling to structure the story.

16. what are your writing strengths?

Dialogue, humour and smut. At least comfort in writing those things - it's hard to judge the quality of your own work objectively.

17. what are your writing weaknesses?

Exposition, capturing any emotion other than pure stupidity, and getting the guy from one place to another.

18. thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in a fic?

Wouldn't do it personally, I would probably indicate a character was speaking another language within the prose rather than writing it out. But to be fair the only other language I speak is BSL which does not translate well to text 😝

I don't mind reading it as long as there's translation somewhere because your boy is lazy and doesn't wanna look stuff up

19. first fandom you wrote for?

If we're talking unpublished, it was a Jack/Ianto Torchwood fic. I think Jack was the first canonical queer man I encountered in media but I could be forgetting someone.

20. fave fic youve written?

Spinning Out is my baby and I the urge to write a sequel grows daily. I love the boys' dynamic in that fic.

But from a pure reread perspective it's probably Blaine Anderson Vs Valentine's Day. It's just light hearted silly fun and still makes me smile.

#ask games #sully posts

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twilightguardian · 2 years ago

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Lilith wasted no time. You gotta wonder if she loves Fixing RWBY just as much as the rest of us. She's just a tsundere for Raymond! We all know that she's a lying piece of living garbage but let's see what kind of laughs she has for us this time.

"Random" PTSD. Because as we all know, PTSD isn't triggered by things that can be tangentially related to the thing that we have issues with in question. So flashes of red going into a dark tunnel reminding her of Adam's red and the dark cafeteria of Beacon. Nah. Not similar. The episode was totally out of nowhere.

Breaking news: Conman is better at gambling than teenagers. More at 11.

lmao WOW she's pressed. Over basically nothing, too. What is the issue with Blake wanting to talk about what's bothering her? What's wrong with former classmates wondering what's eating at her? Is it because they're men and you don't like those things? Is that it? Like seriously what an odd thing to have a freak out over. How dare men exist and do things.

You can tell Lilith doesn't pay attention because they don't barge in to talk about how totally better people they are. They come into the room to talk to everyone and finds only Blake there and are surprised, because they never knew she was a faunus.

Victimized. That, Lilith, is called past tense. I know you haven't noticed, but it's called character growth. Cardin and Velvet worked past their differences.

Plus, they're not love interests. Yet. Raymond is still on the fence about it because it's not important to the story. But he's blushing because it's a girly thing to have on his weapon and he's a burly manly man, so being teased about it makes him embarrassed. But no, it can only be because he's in love with Velvet. I forgot. Blushing doesn't exist as a psychological involuntary response triggered by emotional stress associated with passion, embarrassment, shyness, fear, or anger. No. It can only be from romantic stimulation. Shoujo anime taught us that.

Why is the main villain of the arc appearing in the arc?!

Stop trying to make transphobia happen, Gretchen. It's not going to happen.

I already explained why this is stupid, but I wouldn't put it past liars to deliberately ignore it or twist my words no matter what I say. So there's barely use explaining anything beyond what I already said. After all, only a moron would genuinely take me saying 'I don't believe you could use your sexuality as an excuse to not know how flirting among this sex works because you're not that dumb' and skew it as queerphobic and me calling Lilith an idiot. Then again, tumblrites were never known for their intelligence. There's a reason I also called out rwde for also having their own Liliths among them, after all.

What? You mean in a series where the main purpose is to stay as close to the original show as possible where it doesn't need to be changed doesn't change things that doesn't need to be changed... doesn't fix shit that doesn't need changing? What a fucking concept.

It's almost like this series is a reconstructive exercise to show how with only a few little tweaks, RWBY could be great and doesn't require a big overhaul to make it good for those who have issues with it or something. That Raymond thinks the show is mostly fine, it just failed in a few things in terms of execution, worldbuilding and other fundamental things and was primarily fine and not completely broken. Wow. You can tell when someone fundamentally doesn't understand something when...

You know it's really funny because we're currently arguing with a guy over the rewrite, because he also thinks it's subpar. Which is fine, but he has his head up his ass to smell his own farts trying to teach Raymond (and subsequently ALL of Hollywood) how to properly write fiction and that he's going to REVOLUTIONIZE the industry. Truly, this guy is what these people claim Raymond is: arrogant, and delusional about his own abilities. Anyway, based on what I've seen his spelling error-riddled script basically makes the girls into murderous psychopaths who will throw everyone else, even their teammates, under the bus to save their own skin and he calls that character development. Truly we live in a clown world.

He might need to be looked at, too, but as per agreement, only Raymond is allowed to look at his script so far. Because he seriously thinks his ideas are so good that people would want to steal from him.

Who are Raymond's pet characters who drove the plot forward?

Roman didn't do shit this episode except hide underneath a table, so that's not true.

Cardin got two scenes where he nudged Blake forward. It's not like he went out and did the work and repaired her relationship with Yang or anything, and then after that he and Russell mostly did the same thing Dee and Dudley did. So unless you're saying D&D were integral to canon and overshadowed the girls, I'd also say that's not true.

Adam? For once she tells the truth. The villain causes stuff to happen. Like in the majority of fiction. Villains usually drive the plot, yes, congratulations, you figured it out. Have a cookie.

Nora and Ren saved Roman. Nora goes and fights with Team RWBY on the roof. Ruby goes and retrieves the weapons. RWBYN take centre stage in the train car scene. Ruby cuts the train car.

But for as much as she loves screaming about how Raymond is misogynistic for this, that and the other, Lilith never really talks about the girls of Fixing in relation unless degrading them, calling them useless, or saying they only exist to be love interests for men. She has some major projection going on.

#rwde #rwby #fixing rwby #frwby #lilith fairen #lolcow

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coldresolve · 1 year ago

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yeah, nah, fuck it. im sharing this post and then i'm just gonna link to it whenever it becomes relevant.

every disagreement i have with yall always comes back to me phrasing things in a way that sounds mean. always, always. like duh, i dont try to sugarcoat how i see things, i have realized that, in fact i do it on purpose. why? well.

i come from a culture where it's often interpreted as deceitful and/or shallow to sandwich your point in with superficial courtesy. if you spend too much time packing your point in with whatever you think will make it easier to swallow, people will start to feel like you're infantalizing them, or straight up wasting their time. being direct and honest from the get-go is seen as a sign of respect - yes, even if what you're saying could easily be interpreted as rude. say what you think, say exactly how you feel, and we'll take it from there. that kinda thing.

when i say an opinion or criticise something on here, i am treating you, the reader, like someone who is smart enough to understand the gist of my argument without being bogged down by its delivery, mature enough to recognize the difference between criticism of your work (or general trends) and criticism of you as a person, and emotionally well-adjusted enough to not pin your self-worth on the negative opinions some random guy on the internet might have of something you do/create/like.

i am showing you respect by talking to you as if you are an adult who can deal with what i might have to say. if you're not, and you can't, i expect you to have the wherewithall to not engage with me. i could at the very least respect that. alternatively, you're also welcome to disagree with my points, obviously. i'm always up for a good discussion.

but you responding to criticism like mine with defensiveness, affront, or worse, the idea that you're now justified to go after the criticiser as a person, only comes across to me like immaturity, self-consciousness, self-importance, and in some cases - deliberate or not - obtusiveness. see how that cultural divide can go both ways?

we're probably not gonna find common ground here. i'm tired of being interpreted as aggressive all the time, but i have no intention of conforming to the american ideal of social courtesy, because it makes me feel shallow, disingenuous and fake. meanwhile, you're probably not gonna be able to hear me speak without shaking the knee-jerk feeling that i'm purposefully ignoring the sensitivity of others (because objectively, i am).

so do we chuck the whole thing up to different culturally determined approaches to communicating our ideas? can we keep a shred of respect and mutual understanding and leave it at that?

or are you gonna insist that i'm immoral/rude/aggressive/callous/antagonistic/attacking people/etc, for voicing my own opinions, in my own way, on my own blog - in which case i, in turn, will feel perfectly content to just consider you an inherently silly person?

as far as i can tell, it's one or the other.

(also please please recognize the difference between using culture as an excuse, and pointing out a very real cultural divide that influences both how i communicate and how you interpret how i communicate. my point is that we're gonna keep talking past each other unless we adress the fact that we approach communication with very different goals in mind, mine being effectiveness and honesty and yours being courtesy and social sensitivity. i am also not saying that either one of these is "the right way" to communicate. don't read shit into my takes that isn't there to begin with. thx)

#other #alex @ me: 'prepare to be misunderstood again'

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nyababymao · 2 years ago

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How the writing team failed Neteyam

Neteyam himself was written really really well in my opinion but the sheer lack of a proper character or journey or things that make up who he is as a character ends up wasting all the potential he has.

The best way I can illustrate this is to do it in the form of a Pitch Meeting, like that one YouTube account.

screenwriter: ok so the younger characters are gonna be super important to the story and how it impacts the audience so we want them to each have really interesting character arcs that changes them as they each go through their personal journeys

Producer: definitely, so what do you have?

Screenwriter: lo’ak will meet a whale named payakan that helps him learn the harshness of war and a girl named tsireya that shows him he does have a place in the world

Producer: very nice, very relatable and adds a nice hint of teen romance

Screenwriter: kiri will learn she has a very intricate understanding of the sea life and can connect with them beyond what most other na’vi can and she gets a chance to see her mother again when she bonds with the spirit tree

Producer: that’s good, a good addition to Na’vi/avatar lore and her bond with her mother is further developed

Screenwriter: spider has to deal with hating but also forcibly bonding with the man who in a way is his biological father and he saves him from death a second time

Producer: perfect, a great lead into a sequel and he has to struggle with both his human and na’vi sides. So what does neteyam have? Does he get a mate? Does he do anything impactful? Learn anything interesting? Struggle with any particular conflicts?

Screenwriter: oh he dies

Producer: he….dies?

Screenwriter: yup at the end of the movie, he dies.

Producer: does he do anything before his death..? Does he change as a character?

Screenwriter: nah he’s pretty much the same character from when he’s first introduced til his death, he doesn’t really go through any changes, don’t wanna waste too much effort progressing him when he’s just gonna die after all.

Producer: so what purpose does his death achieve? Does he sacrifice his life to save another? Do we get an emotional scene of him saving someone?

Screenwriter: kinda, he shoots people and they shoot back, we’re just gonna have a stray bullet hit him, the emotional part will be later when his family is actually around and he’ll die then so everyone else’s character can be developed from it.

If we were to remove any other character from the rest of the movie, changes would need to be made because they all affect the plot in huge ways. Lo’ak led the kids to the forbidden area, which notifies quaritch of Jake’s presence, and brought the tulkuns back, which is what quaritch used to lure the sullys out. Kiri getting a seizure is what notified quaritch of the sullys’ location and her ability saves neytiri and tui. Spider teaches quaritch to ride the ikran is the one to save him at the end of the movie and hint at a third movie.

But removing neteyam anywhere before his death would do barely anything to the plot because he doesn’t get to do ANYTHING. He wasn’t the one to save lo’ak at the start, he didn’t start the brawl, sure he took the tracker away but that doesn’t have a huge impact on the plot itself and was really more of a death flag for himself. Hell they could’ve had the ilu swim away with it by itself and drop it somewhere.

If a character has no impact in a story other then their death then their death has no real meaning. If their death only serves to further other characters’ plots and developments then they had no meaning as a character.

It legit boggles my mind how they managed to simultaneously write him with so much potential and make us fall in love with him while also simultaneously giving us nothing specifically about him

#avatar meta #avatar way of water #neteyam #avatar

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mencnfire · 2 years ago

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the salty af munday meme

♦ What was a mildly annoying thing that has happened to you rp wise?

being kind of lowkey stalked? or at least, i assume as much - by someone i've had to block across blogs. i just don't understand that? i've always been open about saying, like, if you wanna ask why you've been blocked - go for it. but block evading by following me on alts is bizarre? i don't understand the end game there. idk, mildly annoying but not like...awful. just a little strange.

☀ What's your rp pet peeve?

i'm very much over those blogs that are aesthetics with zero threading / character interaction. every post is either an ooc ramble or a little 'my character likes x lol' - i feel it defeats the purpose of rp. i've been mutuals in the past with someone who would constantly post interest calls, starter calls, inbox calls and then ooc posts / these one liners about their muse. what got me was that every post felt very baity. like, these short posts are, ultimately. they're an easy way for likes / comments without putting in a tonne of effort.

i guess, i'm just not a fan of the low effort style. & this is coming from someone whose head hasn't been in the game the last few weeks.

i think i just feel that people can run their blogs however they want but, they shouldn't expect everyone to like it.

✂ A fandom that you feel isn't open and accepting?

resident evil. 500000000000%. and it's a shame because there are a lot of very nice people /in/ that fandom. i feel, as individuals, the fandom is lovely but as a group - it feels a very hostile and anxiety-inducing environment. like, i've never joined a fandom and immediately felt scoffed at - but that fandom made me feel that way.

there's this vibe of like 'if you don't write a character a certain way, you're not valid' and it's beyond gross. certain portrayals are treated as gospel, while other - just as good - portrayals are shunned and scoffed at. it's a very gross environment. i've had conversations with multiple people from the fandom who feel the same thing & it's just a crying shame that so many re lovers will be disuaded by a small group of people.

my re mutuals here are the lovely ones - like, i've had nothing but good experiences with them and i /adore/ their portrayals. we're all resident evil lovers and we embrace it. others in the fandom? not so much, the elitism is genuinely saddening.

❣ How salty are you feeling right now?

a little salty. i've not been feeling too hot the last week & it's making me antsy - you know the feelin', i'd hit you up to rant but i want u to be taking it easy cause i think ur cute.

❧ Have you ever been jealous of anyone?

nah. jealousy's a gross thing i don't waste time on - i admire a lot of people & always try to see the best in people. people i don't like very much i just ignore. but nah, jealousy's never been a thing for me. even in my relationship, i don't do it. it's not worth the energy & is way better to just be happy for peeps

#(answered)#(ooc)#(saltymeme)#me just @ing the re fandom like wot u gonna o about it dslngkndg #for real tho theres a lot of goodness there there is just this subset of people who have put themselves on a podium and literally #the way they treat others is eye rollingly gross #i dont mind people having cliques and mates but theres this mentality of like #you ARE the only chris/jill/leon etc #and if you dont fit that mould someone else sets for you 'youre not goodenough'#and the thing is i wouldnt be super salty if it was just me #for me i just find it shitty #BUT ive had multiple people tell me the same and feel the same and /that/ annoys me #(ooc) | your right hand comes off

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trashydemigodmess · 2 years ago

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los angeles, 2015

“I can't feel my hеartbeat way up in the Hills. Burning down my mansion, didn't write a will. Front row at my funеreal, crocodile tears. Came here for the weekend, but I haven't left in years. (Is that weird?)” - tired of california, nessa barrett

tw: brief, non-detailed mentions of drugs & throwing up

The small mansion on the cliffs of Beverly Hills was buzzing with activity. Cars lined up the street, and a rotating lineup of Ubers were dropping people at the front door. Loud music poured out of every corner above the noise. Grace stepped around a couple of awestruck girls, doing her best to not roll her eyes as they hovered in the doorway. What a privilege, somehow knowing the right friend of a friend to get invited to one of Dex Finley’s house parties.

It was like clockwork: his dad would go out of town for a few days for work. Dex would throw a party. Fill the place with an A-list of Hollywood teen socialites. Spend a lot of money to expertly cover up all the evidence. Repeat.

Grace wove through clusters of people. Colored lights pulsed to the bass of the music, already rattling her skull. The dining table had turned into a beer pong tournament. Someone was standing on the coffee table, doing karaoke for a small crowd. Others were doing lines off the kitchen island. The distinct crash of someone cannonballing into the infinity pool. Some people waved her down, most didn’t give her a second glance. ‘The personality of a wet towel’, if she remembered correctly, were the words Dex’s so-called friends once described her as.

“Grace!” An excited chirp came from the other side of the room. Ella was perched on a windowsill, the solo cup in her hand perfectly matching the color of her Hervé Léger bandage dress. In a sea of cutoff shorts and bandeau tops she stood out like a neon light. Like it was on purpose.

“How are you, darling?” Ella reached out to pull Grace into a casual half-hug. When Dex called someone darling it came off as warm and endearing. When Ella used it, in her clipped, British accent, it felt like a formality. “Want me to get you a drink?”

Ella was tiny. Sleek, dark chocolate hair and matching sultry eyes, but the brightest grin that made anyone feel seen and welcome. And a voice that deserved to be on Broadway, not wasted on Disney Channel movies or walking Paris Fashion Week.

Grace waved her hand, “Nah, I’m good for now.” It was funny how the world so desperately wanted them to hate each other. She leaned on the windowsill beside her, “‘Where’s your boyfriend?” “I think he was feeling sick, so he ran upstairs.” She pouted, “Poor thing. He was so excited to do karaoke.”

Grace wasn’t a fan of the dismissive tone. She knew better. ‘Running upstairs’ for Dex could mean so many things, and the range of fine to terrible was too broad for her to feel comfortable about it. “Have you checked on him at all?”

Ella glanced at the rager happening around them, as if that was explanation enough. “Someone has to hold down the fort here.”

It didn’t look like much was being held down from where she lounged against the window. Normally, Grace would’ve responded with a similarly easy and kind response. But tonight her patience was thin. “Right.” She sucked in a quick breath and continued, “I’ll go poke around and check on him if I can.”

Grace hopped up the staircase two at a time. The mansion was all bright, white walls and open spaces, but the hallways still felt winding and secluded. By the time she got to Dex’s bedroom the party goers had thinned out to no one. The door was locked. She knocked once. Twice. Again.

“For fucks sake,” Grace sighed, “Dex—“ She pounded on the door this time, loud and assertive, “Open the door. It’s me.”

Finally, the door yanked open, just a crack.

Dex’s face was slightly paled, eyes bleary and dilated, and from the hazy look on his face, very, very drunk. “Why are you yelling?” He hissed like there wasn’t a house party happening beneath them.

“No one knew where you were,” She hissed back, forcing herself inside and locking the door behind her. The room was sterile and fairly boring. Floor to ceiling windows across from the bed looked out on the sprawling Hills. All of the lights were off, the natural light of the glittering city below the valley reflecting off the walls. If it weren’t for the random personal items scattered about—a guitar resting against the wall, some laundry on the floor, a lone shelf of plaques and awards—no one would even know this was his bedroom. Effortless, but cold and empty. The same energy that radiated off her friend in front of her. “I came to see if you needed help while you spewed your guts out.”

A dark grin grew across his face as he snorted a laugh, “Sometimes I worry you planted a chip in my brain or somethin’,” He’d stopped bleaching his hair once their show had wrapped. At the time it made him look striking. Older, more mature. Now, after a tour that almost destroyed him, all the light brown did was accentuate the bags under his eyes, make his usually golden skin look dull and pale. Swaying a bit as he moved back towards the en-suite bathroom, still grinning, Dex tossed a finger gun at her, “You know me too well.”

Grace sat on the cold, marble floor as international popstar and teen heartthrob Dex Finley violently puked into the toilet beside her.

A few minutes later they were laying on his bed, waiting for Dex’s head to stop spinning. The echoes of the bass crept through the floor. She could tell he was holding something back. It poked at the corners of his mouth, glinted in his eyes. Eventually, he rolled over to face her,

“Oh, Gracie Lee, I did something veeeeeery bad.” Dex whispered loudly, smiling like it was an exciting little secret.

She quirked an eyebrow. This too, could mean so many things. “You got very drunk and popped a Molly?”

He laughed. “Oh, darlin’, that’s just a Saturday night.” It was with eager, drunken carelessness that he smiled, “I came up here becauuuuse…I was doing some things I shouldn’t with a very cute boy.”

Grace blinked, doing her best to keep her expression neutral. Those certainly weren’t words she’d ever heard him utter before. “…What?”

“I think he thought I made up being sick as an excuse. Like I was scared or something.” He huffed, annoyed as he rolled onto his back, folding his arms, “So he left.” There was an odd, genuine hurt on his face. “Dumbass. It’s not my fault that Hailey dared me to shotgun a Four Loko.”

Grace was trying to take in the story one piece at a time, but it was hard to digest when alarms were blaring in her head and she wanted to hug him at the same time. “Have you…ever done that before?”

“Shotgunned a Four Loko? Or messed around with a boy?” Dex raised an eyebrow, smiling. But when Grace didn’t laugh, he caved, face falling once again. “No.” He confessed, going back to staring at the ceiling. His voice softened, “I’ve only kissed like, two. Ever.” Even that felt like a heavy statement, something that’d been weighing him down for far too long. “I know I should’ve told you. But I don’t even know—” He waved his hands around in a confused manner, “—What this is.” Grace doubted he’d speak this candidly sober. It almost felt like she was intruding. “But…” He whispered, after a contemplative moment, “I really liked it.”

Grace felt the air exhale from her lungs, the room now eerily quiet. She reached over and pulled him into a hug. He groaned a bit, stomach probably still lurching. “You don’t have to know what it is. I’m just happy that you trust me enough to share.” Grace let go of the hug and propped her head up on her hand, “And if you want to talk about it more tomorrow we can.”

That was the easy part. Now, the alarm bells. “I just—you’re saying that you…cheated?” The word made her cringe a bit, “On your girlfriend who is…in this house right now?”

She knew it was the wrong question the moment Dex rolled his eyes. Just as quickly as he’d gotten shy and sentimental, he was back to careless arrogance, “Does it really count as cheating if it’s with a guy?”

“Um, yeah—“

His entire face changed in an instant. The pent up years of anger and stress always churned just beneath the surface of his skin. But it was moments like this where it began to boil a bit too hot. She’d seen it before. Messy, drunken ease becoming a ravaging hurricane. The threat of a show-stopping tantrum. He sat up, glaring, “I thought you’re on my side.” Dex snapped.

“I am, but—“

“I share this deep, dark secret with you and all you care about is what Ella will think?” He stood, saying her name like it was a curse.

“No, that’s not what—”

“Uh-huh.” He refused to let her finish, his large stature looming over her like a threat. “God, was she the one who fucking sent you up here? To spy on me?”

This time Grace didn’t even get to attempt sliding a word in. “She’s been cheating on me and thinks I don’t know about it.” Dex began pacing. His energy took up the entire room. It pressed against the walls, suffocating the sound. Bitter, furious. A God at seventeen who got everything he wanted, unsatisfied and grasping for whatever he had left. “That stupid bitch. She won’t even let me get even. I hate her guts.”

Grace’s heart had started to race a bit. But she refused to let it get the best of her. Instead, she stood to meet him. Dex was flexing and closing his hands, his broad shoulders tense with anger, like he wanted to throw something, or scream at the top of his lungs.

Her words were steady. “Why don’t you break up with her?”

He turned, finally stopping his pacing. It was with alarming clarity that he spoke, like it was obvious. “Because I love her.”

The words were so genuine, it scared her more than the erratic anger bleeding out of him. Grace felt her breath catch in her throat. “That’s not how love is supposed to be, Dex.”

Thankfully, it was just a football. But with the force that Dex threw it, it was with a startling crash that it collided with the wall, knocking a picture to the ground. She jumped.

“Oh my god, Grace, shut up. Shut up, shut up!” He yelled, finally succumbing to the hurricane. “If I have to hear one more lame fucking pep talk I’m going to throw myself out a window. Jesus Christ. Grow up!” He marched up to her, every step intentional. He knew how big he was, how he towered over her. He was sneering, “How the fuck would you know? You’re a fucking virgin, whose only ever been kissed by me, on a fucking tv show. You don’t get to tell me how to live my life.”

Dex always kept a water bottle on his bedside table. One of those stupid, bro-y gatorade ones. She didn’t even have to look. Grace grabbed it and sprayed it directly into his face. The startled noise that came out of him was satisfying enough.

“Fuck you, Dex,” Grace finally snapped. She may have been smaller, but she stood up to him with the same amount of confidence. “Fuck you. You’re high as shit right now and I’m the only person who even cared to come up here and check on you. Ella didn’t give a shit where you were. Which is fucked up and you deserve better.” She was so angry her hands were shaking. “I’m always looking out for you, even when it puts my own fucking reputation on the line. So you don’t get to be a bitch to me for trying to help you.”

Water dripped down Dex’s eyelashes and chin, soaking his shirt, gaping. “Well no one asked you to do that!”

“You’re my best friend! Do you just expect me to sit around and watch you set your entire life on fire?”

He opened his mouth to say something, then retracted it, most of the fury evaporating instantly. And in that moment, Grace realized he was about to say yes. Everyone else in his life had.

“Just��go take a shower or something.” She sighed, “You smell like vomit.”

His nostrils flared, but he didn’t say no. Without a word, Dex walked to the bathroom, slamming the door behind him.

When he returned ten minutes later, Grace was still sitting on his bed. He blinked in surprise. Wordlessly, Dex walked over to his closet and found a black tee, sliding it on and exchanging his basketball shorts for jeans. His hair was wet, but he simply put a hat over it, turning it backwards.

He looked better. Still drunk, but better. Dex sat down beside her on the bed.

“I’m sorry.” He finally relented.

“I know.”

“I’m so drunk.”

“I know.”

“I’m really sorry.”

Grace sighed once more, this time pulling him into a hug. Dex held on tight, pressing his face into the crook of her neck. Like he needed it.

“You brought your stuff, right?” He sniffled as he sat back up again.

“Of course I did.” The duffle bag in her car she’d toss into one of the guest rooms later tonight, sleeping over and making eggs in the morning, helping Dex clear up the evidence that this party even happened. “I’m not going to sabotage our routine just because you threw a fit.”

He smiled a bit. Appreciative.

“Do you want to go back out there?” She asked, “Or we can just stay in here and pray everybody gets bored and leaves.”

“Oh, Gracie Lee,” Dex rolled his head over to look at her, already coming back to his usual mood, “You know I have to go back.”

“No, you don’t.”

He hopped off the bed and offered his hands out to help her up as well, “You gotta rally and join me.”

Why Dex had a bottle of Tequila hidden in his room was a problem for another day. Grace had taken a shot as he requested, and they now stood at the top of the stairs, looking down at the party below.

Dex relaxed his shoulders and stood a bit taller. In one breath, he seemed to exhale all of what had just happened out of him. He blinked, and he was charming, fun-loving, golden boy Dex again. He gave Grace one last glance before hopping down the stairs.

The party greeted him like an old friend. Parting like the Red Sea to bring him back to his red hot girlfriend, perched on the edge of a sofa. Dex threw himself around her, Ella squealing in delight as they fell backwards onto the couch. The desperate way they grabbed at each other while they kissed felt like an omen. All of this, Grace worried, still standing at the top of the stairs, felt like an omen. Hanging by a thread, destined to break into a million little pieces.

#sp: dex #we're at 2/4 we're halfway there god bless!!#drug mention tw #vomit tw #highly recommend listening to the song either before or while reading as well its chefs kiss

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yourtoradorasextendedwarranty · 3 months ago

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Nah. If I ever got big I wouldn't do this bullshit. My takes are pretty constant.

However to weigh in on this, no pun intended, I can speak first hand to what being sedentary does to a person. Why? Private security. One specific job that has me sitting almost the entire time with rare times getting up, for hrs a day. The movie makes a lot of general points that we can observe. And the fact of the matter is outside of the, McGuffin that is how they manage to survive that long on a space station and still managed to provide food is actually pretty wild. Which means I can almost promise you they were eating other people without realizing it after those people who died got disposed of. And what's more whenever you are that large you don't live a very long life.

The movie is not a bliss and I'm actually really sick of that term being used as a bludgeoning tool because people want to live a fat excessive lazy degenerate lifestyle. I used to work at Walmart. And there would be people who are so freaking large because they absolutely refuse to do any exercise or eat healthy whatsoever, that they would have to get on the riding scooters that the store provides with a shopping cart in front for people who are disabled. If you want to talk about ableism why not talk about the land-whales who end up taking those same riding carts away from people who might be on trutches or have a broken leg or maybe their exceptionally old but they only have one of those walkers.

You arrogant f**** want to talk about ableism all the time and most of you couldn't define it if it smacked you in the face. Because I would say opting to become disabled and then utilizing something made for actual disabled people or those with mobility issues that were not of their own choice? I'd say that's pretty ableist.

But let's look at the story shall we. People living on a space station with artificial gravity that probably isn't nearly that of Earth. Living a sedentary lifestyle where all they do is fly around on motorized scooters. And in the pictures of the captains you see the artificial intelligence autopilot become more and more aware. Specifically as the captains go down to the next generation. But another something you'll notice in those photos is that they get more and more heavy as time goes on. So much so that they can barely move their arms and their legs they are literally shown to sit right next to one another on a phone call with one another because they can't turn their head over to the side.

They are so connected so lazy so sedentary they are effectively programmed to be the way that they are. But one of the fun parts about working out is that it gives you purpose. What exactly do I mean by that? Well whenever you work out it pumps endorphins into your system, and and working out properly you not only make yourself healthier but you make it so that you are probably able to live longer. A society of people that large that sedentary and probably living off of who knows what for food would literally last 20 to 30 years tops before dying of diabetes. Because they were at critical mass for what we know as morbidly obese.

So here's a fun concept for all of you to think about. There are people who go through physical therapy after having tragic accidents happen to them so that they can walk again. So that they can move their arms again. So that they can live a normal active life. So imagine how they feel going through stuff like that watching people who are completely able-bodied waste their life away only to become a land-whale, who has to get on a motorized scooter as soon as they get into a shopping center because they are so out of breath that they can't walk. I'm sorry but there is no amount of thyroid disorder that makes you that stupidly large. That is not just poor diet that is not just sedentary that is outright straight lazy and uncaring for your own person. And the worst part is some people get so bad that they actually need to go online and buy motorized scooters because they let themselves get to that point. And a lot of times they take resources away from people who actually need it who CAN'T control their disabilities.

The movie as an entirety was fantastic. Because at the end of the movie you get to see that society stop over relying on a system that was dead set on controlling them. Who were probably dying earlier and earlier. Who was possibly and probably using them as some sort of biofuel. And probably got them up to that point explicitly for the purpose of doing so. Or to use them as a broken down source of food. We can't know. But the end of the movie was fantastic because it showed a society coming together to create a society again to get healthier and to find purpose in their own lives other than being glued to 30,000 screens and slurpee bottles where they couldn't even turn slightly over to the side and look at their friends. God only knows how they manage to have kids. I can promise you one thing they definitely weren't having sex, because the inference in that stupid freaking movie was that they basically never get up at all. And reproduction requires actual effort in most cases. Hell if anything that movie is a good lesson on the dangers of obesity and being glued to your screen at all times.

it was kind of fucked up for wall-e to be that way about fat people now that im thinking about it

#Discourse

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suckitsurveys · 1 month ago

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Do you ever do these surveys with your SO? Nah, he’s not interested. I have done them with friends in the past back in the Xanga/MySpace days.

have you ever totally lied or made up ridiculous answers for surveys? Oh sure, sometimes if a question reminds me of a quote or a lyric I’ll put that instead of an actual answer.

do animal furs upset you? I wouldn’t say they upset me, but it’s not something I’m interested in owning.

who picks the music when you’re riding in the car? I’m usually the one driving so usually me.

do you have a waste basket in your car? I do.

what’s the Spanish name for your favourite food? I don’t think there’s a translation for “sushi” in Spanish.

do you know anyone who regularly uses a bike for transportation? One of my sister’s friends.

do you consider audio books not really reading? I mean, by definition, you’re not “reading” but I don’t discounted it as having “read” the book.

strangest thing you’ve ever put in the trunk of a car? A giant cardboard watermelon my friend took from working at Target lol.

do you carry matches or a lighter? No.

do you keep socks with a hole in them if they are your favorites? Nah.

have you ever mended clothing? Yes.

last time you wore clothes that were too small on you? I have a couple of shirts I wear under things that are “too small” for me but other than that I don’t really do that.

have you ever frightened someone on purpose. not as a tease but to seriously scare them? No.

what’s the most shocking thing you’ve ever found out about someone that you know personally? I don’t know, probably lots of shit.

have you ever had something taken away from you by airport security? No. They almost took my Instax printer away from me once though. They made me open it and take out the film and explain what it was lol.

what’s the last wild animal you have seen? Birds.

something you were surprised to learn about your parent’s childhood? Dude I don’t know I don’t have the brain capacity for this right now ahahah.

do you store any non food items in the fridge? No.

have you ever told a friend you thought their parent was hot? No.

what was the last thing you bought from a gumball machine? When Ellen and I went to Chinatown a few months ago they had a whole store with them in there (I’m blanking on the name they call them) but I got a little Pikachu figurine and a bubble tea keychain.

how long ago was that? A few months ago lol.

have you ever destroyed another person’s belongings out of anger? Nothing major.

plain band aids or fun ones? Either, whatever’s available.

which pain killer do you use? Naproxen.

have you ever used someone else’s Rx med? Yeah.

have you ever borrowed underwear from a friend? I don’t think so.

would you like to be part of a wedding party? I have been, three times.

last pair of shoes you threw out and why? A pair of very worn out Birkenstocks.

have you ever thrown anything up to hang on the power/phone lines? No.

have your parents asked you to explain a term and you lied because it was inappropriate? Not that I can recall.

have you ever really stayed up all night to do homework? Yes.

last thing you couldn’t find because you put it someplace safe and forgot where you put it? I’m not sure.

have you ever had anything stolen from you? Yes.

have you had your house broken into? No.

if you could make up one rule for all your friends, what would it be? That sounds controlling af.

do you pay attention to people’s posture? I do, especially tall, lanky people. I think its adorable when tall people don’t know how to be tall lol.

do you have a creepy uncle, or have a friend who has one? No.

have you ever backed into a cactus? ouch! No.

do any of your relatives not have home internet? It’s possible.

when you get the munchies, do you want sweet or salty? Salty.

Something you taught yourself how to do? Stay alive.

#surveys

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cassie-moore · 1 month ago

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GET IT OUT CASS-frustration fucking slows your day. And you dont like shit that slows you down

Just woke up thinking about the fucking i love you art he scrambled to have made for jen aye-i cant not separate it now my autocorrect has it captured there… the purpose of a Queen is to make you look better as a PERSON (this does not have to do w clout), and she fucking makes it all look so stupid

She doesnt make him look better AT ALL. Not even an ounce….she never did. Instead, she makes him look like the SHIT THAT HE ISNT…weak, stupid, lazy, and like a dog on a chain. She brings out the WORST in him and then prob tries to make it look like love. Its no partnership at all. Shes not a queen. Weve had to watch her bullshit for two years now

Why am i so angry. I wanted to say…gerald she doesnt make yall look strong. She makes y’all look weak. Ignorant. Lazy. He looks productive, strong, attractive when he isnt running to go sleep with her or give her a rose and break up with her over and over and over - every fucking time he circles to her, people stop taking him seriously. He cant just break up w someone clean break and move on…what guy cant do that. Why has it been that pattern w him (i know he is stronger than running back to what he knows all the time- with both ashleys, with all exes, with this girl) …HES BIGGER THAN ALL THESE PAST AND PRESENT RELATIONSHIPS…this girl tells him “live in the present” - i wanna be like girl you couldnt pay me millions to live in your present OR presence. Hell nah im good

I am going to end up losing my favorite man and artist in music because he clearly chose a girl he broke it off with over and over and over…a girl and makes me feel like im losing braincells. I want to break him out and make him look like a KING, not like a joke. How the fuck could anyone ever take a marriage between them seriously. I certainly refuse to watch it - i will never watch my dream man sink down with her, I wont do it

I just feel everything. And today, i feel angry that i even HAVE to leave him stupid dms over some stupid girl. We shouldnt BE IN THIS POSITION at all. FIGHTING FOR HIM AS THE MAN I KNOW HE IS MAKES ME LOOK LIKE A CRAZY IDIOT, and i fucking hate looking like an idiot. BECAUSE I AM NOT ONE. He shouldnt be trying to scramble because hes being manipulated again. I ask myself, Is it for the sex? I am angry i even have to waste a second of time trying to make sense of stupid shit. Time is money. So…is it for sex?? Hes been having sex w her for two years now or something now and banging other girls in between, so it couldnt have been that great w her..

Gerald, where the hell are you. Come the fuck home please. I feel incomplete without a King

Type all this shit get it out. Type out all this stupid shit. I am so done typing feelings bc theres stupid shit. Some maze. Some game. I wanna be typing feelings about awesome shit

Ive already been defending him for years - it would be nice to prove he is not what they say, but i cant fucking do that when he does shit like he did the other night w this fucking girl. What was her purpose in the beginning anyways? Was she professional about shit, NO. Because she’s mid. Shes been manipulating him from the fucking start. I see it. He fell for it

He says lean into feeling to heal them so i fucking could just go on and on and on about my frustration with this stupid situation for pages

I want the Real Him. Not the whipped over nothing him. I want Gerald. I dont want Gerald on a chain, I dont want G-Eazy on a chain. I dont want Gerald her boyfriend in France. I dont want G-Eazy the sidepiece, i dont want G the friend with benefits, i dont want G-Eazy the “slut at 35” that statement st show still fucking bothers me and boils my blood… i dont want Gerald, the guy that doesnt see how weak, redic, or beneath him this girl is and makes him look

I want Gerald, the partner my soul knows. And has known since day 1. I want my man

Transfer to feel jl

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adrenaline-van · 3 months ago

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THE TEN COMMANDMENTS RANKED BY HOW LENG IT IS WHEN A HOT GEL BREAKS THEM:

10) Thou shalt not covet thy neighbour's wife, thy neighbour's house, or his slaves, or his animals, or anything of thy neighbour.

This is the least attractive commandment to break because noone wants a gf who's just always envious of other couples or comparing your relationship to theirs or the stuff they own and you don't. Sounds like an awful time

9) Thou shalt not commit adultery.

Unless you're polyamorous or have a cuck fetish, you probably don't want your girlfriend cheating on you. However, if you define adultery as any sex before marriage, then that boosts this one up to #1 because ideally I think you would want your gf to have secks with you.

8) Thou shalt not commit murder.

While having a murderer gf sounds hot, in real life it'd probably be a nightmare. You'd have constant anxiety about her getting caught, possibly murdering you, and you'd have to help her hide evidence. Also chances are she's not murdering your enemies but likely just random vulnerable people.

7) Honour thy mother and thy father

If a girl has issues with her parents then that is some baggage. It doesn't make her unattractive, but to call that attractive would make you an absolute creep who deserves to be publicly shamed. However, considering the Bible's authors probably meant treat your parents as your masters, then yeah let's hope she's breaking this commandment because that's a separate type of baggage.

6) Observe the Sabbath and keep it holy.

If your gf is working on the weekend, then that just sucks, bc you can't spend any time together on your days off. If she's doing it on purpose she's probably a hustle grindset type who doesn't like wasting tiiiime bruv, and who wants that? As for keeping it holy, nah that's weird.

5) Thou shalt not take the name of the Lord thy God in vain.

Neutral, because everyone says "oh my god". If however, she refuses to say "oh my god", then that's really weird and probably means shes a jesus freak

4) Thou shalt not bear false witness against thy neighbour.

A gf who will lie for you is invaluable. However, if your gf is just shitstirring, or worse, lying to you, then you should defo break up.

3) Thou shalt have no gods before me.

pagan gf? idk.

2) Thou shalt not make unto thee any graven image.

Same as pagan gf, only this time she's an artist who's probably selling cool idols on her etsy store, which is p cool.

1) Thou shalt not steal.

And finally by far the hottest sin a woman can commit. Whether she's a small-time shoplifter, to a full on bank robber, we all love women with no respect for personal property. Many say they love a based anticapitalist revolutionary but how many of these girls put their money where their mouth is and burgle a house? And if she's a pickpocket, that means she's good with her fingers. A girl who will steal herself things is glamourous and opulent, and a girl who will steal you things is provident and caring. TFW no shoplifter gf -> :(

I made a funny listicle, buzzfeed hire me.

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