you know what i'm so tired of? the influx of negative clickbait articles surrounding the possibility of ofmd s3. i've seen things like "taika says he isn't sure whether he wants to return for the third season" and "the show will go on without ed and stede." and the worst recent offender was "stede might be the one to breakup with blackbeard in the third season" because it misconstrued rhys' words when he was talking about ed and stede likely reuniting with the crew.
and like...intuitively i know that they are all indeed just clickbait, and are trying to take advantage of everyone's desperation for any sort of s3 news. and also, i feel like the negativity is pointed and purposeful, because it gets people talking and subsequently spreads the article around faster/gives that particular site more attention.
but man do i hate it, because it does not mix well with my anxiety.
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You guys need to calm the fuck down. You're not better than new fans, you're not better than people who are happy bisexuals get representation. Go outside and touch some grass and stop being chronically online. You're making the fandom more toxic because you personally don't like a decision? Grow the fuck up
(who needs homophobes spewing hate us for this when we have so many militant buddie fans attacking anyone who is excited)
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The Branwen bandits make absolutely no sense and every question I ask leads to more questions
Why do Raven and Vernal have advanced weapons while nearly every other member has basic traditional armory? Do they employ a hierarchy within the group? If so, how does one rise in rank? Is the competition brutal, perhaps even lethal?
How are Hunters a significant enough threat that its namesake twins went undercover at Beacon when they clearly steamroll over every obstacle pre-V5? Has Raven's reign made them stronger than her predecessor? How? Who came before Raven and why are they no longer around?
Why would Hunters be after a group of human bandits when their purpose is to fight Grimm? Is stopping man-made tragedy a part of the job because it prevents major Grimm attacks? How far would that authority reach? Would that clash with any local police force?
On a meta level, what do the bandits bring to the narrative? It would've been interesting to see an ideological clash between individualistic "survival of the fittest" and community-oriented "strength of bonds overcome all odds," but we didn't get that. Or we could've gotten some worldbuilding due to their unique nomadic nature outside the kingdoms' safe walls
Instead, the Branwen Bandits serve only a utilitarian purpose: bring Weiss and Yang together and send them to Ruby, house Raven until the finale, and be cannon fodder in a few action scenes
Yet another good idea poorly executed
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Which fictional character that's not human would you sit down and listen to while they're gabbing?
Answered this as if it's a one-on-one convo instead of a public lecture, etc.
My tolerance for being gabbed at exists because I believe it's respectful. They deserve to feel good about their passions and have those met with attention. It feels amazing to scream about what you love unfettered. On the receiving end, it doesn't always mean I'm enjoying it or that I care about the topic. I also think there are limits... we have to bear in mind who our audience is, detect when we've bored them, or notice when we dominate to the point we're suppressing others and making things, inadvertently or not, focused on oneself.
It's a double wild card when it's a stranger. I've had some of the coolest one-sided conversations with people I encountered at a gas station. And I've had some of the worst. When I think about listening to a fictional character (a stranger) yab on, my instinctive answer is, "None of them? Sounds tedious." Not trying to be mean! I just acknowledge there are imperfect people who believe in being supportive, but don't necessarily relish unfettered monologues.
It's part of what makes me an imperfect friend. 😂😅 It's something I'm over-sensitive to and a hypocrite on. I'm self-conscious about it and trying to work on how I treat others and how to improve my attitude. I talk other peoples' ears off, realize it's selfish and too much, and then might grapple with impatience when I get gabbed at. Not fair when I've just yabbered - I'd rather improve my attitude so I enjoy it more often and can use these as real friendship connections instead of politeness.
(To be clear - there are times I like when friends go off and it depends on the relationship I have with the person.)
Mordin Solus can talk my ears off on any subject. My thoughts don't have any bearing if someone is human or not, so I'll put Newt Geiszler in, too. Newt going off on kaiju would be fun. Part of why I love those characters is their unfettered passion and way they talk. I guess those are my answers!
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. . . the incredibly excruciating self doubts I get to the point that I find absolutely every manifestation of my 'self'—from the way I dress to the way I walk, sing, write, etc., profoundly embarrassing to the point that I want to completely withdraw.
Catherine Lacey, from Biography of X
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Im not sick, and I’m not healthy, but a secret third thing.
The friends we went to visit all tested negative on PCR but then began to sicken and test positive after we got home. My betrothed began to sicken the day we got back. I am… still okay? I think? It’s hard to know what’s chronic illness or early covid signs.
My current theories are:
I will sicken but my antiviral medicines are slowing my rate of illness.
Or
I still have covid antibodies from my august infection which are slowing my rate of illness (in this version maybe I don’t get any sicker?)
Or
Through a bizarre series of astronomically tiny chances I didn’t get enough exposure to either my friends family unit OR my betrothed afterward and I won’t actually sicken (this is just fucking ludicrous but my betrothed and I are masking, if by some miracle I don’t develop symptoms we’ll continue this practice)
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i've been feeling a little weird lately. not quite real. reality seems fuzzy.
my head, ah. it feels like it's been stuffed into a pillow. everything is soft and muffled in this strangely oppressive (but comforting) way.
i keep having this thought that "i've been such a different person lately". i think i have. i've.. not quite felt like me. it feels off. it feels strange. but in a good way.
it feels like i'm gently floating along a river and, despite the usual pitfalls of depression (a snag of a branch or the nibble of a fish), it's felt fine.
the water is luke warm and normally i would be shivering, but i am too tired to shiver. it's that point where your body stops convulsing and gently eases into the cold. where you're glad that it stops trembling, because it became exhausting.
i just keep noticing it. (the change). i'm painfully aware of it sitting on the edge of my consciousness. it's gently waving at me. it doesn't feel malicious, but it feels out of place. (thinking about it in tangible terms like a being helps).
i feel light in the way that i feel when i no longer care about something. when i can let it go. send it off into the fog. let it fade. that sounds positive, but it's just been nothing. neither good nor bad. it's indifference.
and maybe there are some things i have stopped caring about, or have finally (subconsciously) decided to just leave and accept. "it is what it is". and for once, it just is.
the.. ache that usually accompanies that statement isn't there. it's not the *sighs hopelessly, wishing it could be different*.
i reckon i'm not making sense but my thoughts rarely do and i don't care. my brain is tired and i think it's done thinking. it's acknowledged that it is done thinking.
it's allowing for a strange sort peace. i feel calm. i wouldn't exactly call it content (but isn't it content, in a way? it is), but it feels like i could fall off the face of the earth right now and be fine. be okay. or feel nothing at all.
i could.. become a drop of water and join the puddle as a whole.
i'm buried beneath the leaves and i am happy to stay here.
it's closure.
i don't know why it feels that way or what caused this and i'm sure it'll stop feeling that way soon (hello darkness, my old friend, anyone?), but this is.. fine. for now. it's.. ah. certainly better than the alternative.
i'm sure the need and the will to struggle will arise again once the anxiety and the fear settle back in, but it could stay like this for all i care.
and i think i just realized that maybe i've just been basking in the feeling of fear leaving my body for the first time.
it's literally felt like i've been able to dislodge the metaphorical fear-stick that is constantly up my ass. just a little.
who knew not feeling afraid for once would feel like a dream? like unreality? all soft and fuzzy.
it'll be back something fierce. be nicer if it didn't.
i'd even give it a kiss goodbye if that meant it would leave me be.
anyways.
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She didn't know why she was crying. She deserved her fate. She deserved to be punished for her selfishness . . . punished for the bad deeds she couldn't help doing . . . punished for being herself . . . That's why her story could never change, no matter what pen wrote it.
Soman Chainani, from A Crystal of Time
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