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llitchilitchi · 9 months
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seeing asexual characters being depicted as either entirely emotionless or so thoroughly repulsed by the mere mentions of the existence of sex and them flinching and crying about it so everyone has to walk on eggshells when it comes to that topic is genuinely so exhausting because asexuality is not really That and depicting them as prudes that could never even consider is damaging to people on the spectrum who are actually neutral or don't mind talking about it or are fully open to the idea of intercourse but the moment people acknowledge That aspect the characters are lewded to hell and back to the point they read as allo and just
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blanketcasket · 1 month
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I don't feel loneliest when I'm alone, I feel the most alone when I'm surrounded by friend or people I know and literally no one is acknowledging my presence, that's when I feel the most alone
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samijami · 6 days
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I've told plenty of people in my school I have an allergy to artificial watermelon. That's includes those 'fruit mix/fruit punch/fruit' this and that flavours that have watermelon in them.
I've drank fruit punch flavours before and been fine, then other times I wasn't. Because sometimes they put watermelon in fruit punch flavours, and sometimes they don't. I wish they'd list which fruits they put in their damn fruit punch flavours so I wouldn't have to avoid fruit punch all and all (except fruit punch soda or UDF fruit punch--those have been HEAVILY tested by me lmfao).
So at school, sometimes it's overcomplicating things to explain my issue with fruit punch, or just explain that I'm not allergic to watermelon itself but rather the artificial flavouring/artificial anything that is watermelon (including cologne, air refresher and all that). So I just say I'm allergic to watermelon and fruit punch.
And so far people have triggered or tried to trigger my allergies very uncaringly, atleast a few times.
I gave a girl my damn fruit punch Kool-Aid thingy from my lunchable because I know I'm allergic to those and she was one of them assholes so, she shoved it back into my face and said 'why don't you take a drink?' And I said I was allergic, she kept it up and I said it could literally swell my throat up and kill me. She proceeded to say 'oh boy i definitely don't wanna be responsible for your death.'
Another time, some girl who lives down the street from me had been paying me to shoplift her chapstick (she has a chapstick addiction). I literaly just stole any chapstick I could get my hands on and she paid me when she had money (she scammed me out of money multiple times..) One time, I gave her some I was personally allergic to and even told her I was so to please not open it around me, and she did it anyways. It was smelly chapstick and bitch just opened it (AND USED IT) and decided to choke me with it for awhile.
And another time, a fuckin teacher used a watermelon aroma thingy you plug into the wall and it emits this air refreshening thingy. Before figuring out it was watermelon i was already having trouble breathing, guess I knew why then.
And they ban peanut butter and nuts and stuff in general from being brought into school, yet they don't account that:
-Maybe 2 people in this entire school district is allergic to peanuts
-there's this guy who's allergic to bananas
-MY ALLERGIES ARE CONSTANTLY SHOVED IN MY FACE AND I HAVE TO DEAL WITH IT, FUCK YOU IF I BRING PEANUT BUTTER. I'M BRINGING PEANUT BUTTER. EVERYONE IN THIS SCHOOL TRIES TO HAND ME FUCKING WATERMELON GUM, YOUR TEACHERS USE WATERMELON SHIT IN THE CLASSROOM AND YOU TELL HOSPITALS AND SHIT I'M FAKING WHEN YOU GET ME SENT OFF TO ONE!? FUCK YOU AND YOUR STUPID PEANUT BUTTER RULES, GET MY ALLERGIES AWAY FROM ME BEFORE I RESPECT THAT STUPID ASS RULE
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l0v3sickl0s3r · 27 days
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sad f/o rant 😔
ok can we talk about how fucking HARD it hits when u see ur f/o w/ someone else?? cuz it hurts just as bad, if not worse than with real actual live humans… i forgot what those are but like y’know why it hurts? cuz u can’t do anything about it. and the characters that are (probably) being shipped, are usually a well-liked ship at that! so if u reach out and say anything about it, it’s pretty safe to assume not many people will agree with you. so you shut the hell up. but it’s not good to bottle up your emotions. so you go on tumblr to let it out ANYWAY! it gets even worse cuz even if u wanted to do something about it, u can’t! u can make a animation of u hurting the characters, u can write about how ur feeling, u can even practice some self-care!
but it still hurts. because “they’re just fictional characters.” u can’t physically do anything about it if u wanted to. so you feel… stuck. chained up. trapped.
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goldenspirits · 5 months
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POV youre about to read the most annoying NPC shit ever
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littleprincerianne · 1 month
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vent post. i am so so so so so so sorry i just dunno where else to pour this disappointment out... please don't read through this if you're at a sensitive point/state. this is mainly on and about me, there is absolutely zero intent to hurt, disappoint, or invalidate anyone at all.
sometimes i wish i needed not to age-dream or regress or slip in general considering the amount of times it ended up being a key player in instances wherein i've set myself up for failure
i'm the worst at practicing what i preach, so while i can wholeheartedly validate everyone else, i can't do that same thing for myself; nor can i consistently accept the fact that it happens. i don't want it to happen since it feels like i don't have a valid reason for it to happen
rianne simply liking it, simply leaning towards typically childish things, rianne having to raise a child and ultimately feeling the need to push away my social life to the point where mum used to insist that i "go out and have fun for once" just don't feel acceptable enough as reasons for me most days
i'm too grown, i barely have horrible memories to back the need for this, i had a great childhood that i need not to fix, i barely remember anything in general... so, why?
and yeah, i can just quietly go and delete this blog, try my hardest to completely forget it as an existing concept in my smooth brain, all that jazz... i also found myself liking the thought that people enjoy this blog, so it feels difficult to abandon a flower other people can see the beauty of
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beautyinthediss0nance · 11 months
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My roommate keeps going in and out of the garage, letting the door slam closed from fully open, repeatedly.. which isn’t just loud, it also shakes tf out of my bedroom.. living with someone who is so oblivious to how damn loud she is, or how she monopolizes everything is hard. Hopefully one more year and then out.
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fandomsoda · 11 months
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Vent rant feel free to just ignore me// btw if anyone ever tries to put one of my characters in a bracket/poll I will literally fight tooth and nail for you to NOT do that, do NOT touch my children with your filthy competitive hands. How DARE you attempt to trivialize and disrespect them like that? How DARE you pit other people’s passion projects against each other? Fuck you and fuck your tournaments, don’t touch my fucking children.
I’m not necessarily mad but I will be so pissed if it happens, I will raise HELL LIKE NO OTHER
Always ask before putting characters in polls like that because people like me who have a crumb of self respect and genuine appreciation for their characters will want you to fuck right off.
My characters are not options in some poll or sweeps in some tournament, they are valuable pieces of fiction hand crafted from love and inspiration and you will NOT reduce them to the former and you will NOT humiliate them by comparing them to the variations of themselves with a much more ravenous fanbase, because you KNOW they won’t win. You KNOW they’re just going to fall and it will be devastating and all it will do is make me sad and make me look like a fucking loser. My characters are worth way more than that and pointless competition is society’s bane. It is not “fun”. It’s stressful and it really hurts a lot of people’s feelings. Don’t you DARE use my own characters to make a mockery out of me and if you ask me brackets and polls need to stop altogether, because it’s just a massive fucking party of “let’s pretend that popular opinion is a valid way to measure worth” because it is NOT AND YOU ARE STUPID FOR THINKING SO. Polls aren’t fun, they are stressful and mentally exhausting and embarrassing and they make everyone angry and nervous and full of anxiety. I LITERALLY GET NAUSEOUS FROM THIS SHIT. I wonder how many creators have cried because their character has just been thrown to the side only because they weren’t popular enough when they’re way better than the other character. I wonder how many people are like me who don’t wanna see that shit who are mocked for respecting themselves and their characters.
Fuck polls, fuck tournaments, fuck the people who mock me for not liking them. They literally make me physically ill. It’s why I filter the tags. It’s why you should always tag poll-related content because some people don’t want that in their lives.
I have said my piece.
/nbh
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llitchilitchi · 9 months
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blanketcasket · 1 month
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Another day of sitting around my friends like an idiot, looking like a kicked puppy begging for someone to say something ANYTHING to me
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samijami · 6 months
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You know what, my parents have always been so great at comforting me
I could be really shaken up and scared cuz someone just tried hurt me and my mom would say 'ah, get over it, she couldn't have hurt you anyways', when the same lady beats her grown ass brother to a pulp everyday and would've with me if I hadn't ran away when she gave chase.
My father could always complain like fuck to ME about me being bullied. What am I going to do? Why don't I tell you I'm being bullied? Oh because you yell at me for being bullied because you're complaining to me about what THEY'RE doing. That's really fucking nice.
Why don't I tell you about my mental state, father? Oh because you tell me I have no reason to be depressed and that I'm being ungrateful or accuse me of being indoctrinated by the internet and trying to to waste your money on therapy when I open up. Or maybe because I've had multiple instances of you screaming at me for 5 fucking hours about how much of a disappointment to the entire family line I am for being the 'only depressed one/the only one who's 'given up',' or you just insist I'm depressed because someone convinced me I'm gay or trans on the internet.
Why don't I tell you I have a cold, father? Because I'd rather pretend I have a dry cough and take medicine behind your back then be screamed at about how you'd die if I gave you a cold, (which you won't), or how I 'definitively have covid' and then not let me in the living room with you. I don't want to be screamed at until I'm crying, and then you tell me I'm selfish for crying. It's happened too much, I'd rather just suffer in silence even if I do have a bad cold.
Why do I always stay up in my bedroom and avoid you, father? Because, you sleep half the day and scream at me if I make a singular noise. I can't live in my own household nor even go and eat something if you're asleep. I'm not allowed to. You could sleep the whole day and I could starve, yet if I moved and made a noise, you'd make sure I have a reason to cry. Then pound on me for crying.
Why do I always stall and not tell you I may need medical attention until I'm crying from pain? Because both of you complain about the hospital bills, how I'm faking, and how I'm a waste of time. Why did I need to get taken to the hospital from school before from passing out? Because you convinced me I shouldn't care enough to let you know something is wrong until something bad happens to me if it costs you time and money. I hated the back of that ambulance, and you're the reason I had to experience that.
I hated the way that boy laughed at me as I was picked up half-fucking conscious and dragged to the stretcher and loaded into the damn ambulance.
Why do I not tell you I need help with schooling? Because you helped my brother with one homework paper in kindergarten, and that was the only one he failed. Then you complained to him and said I was the smarter kid. Now that I'm failing, if I say I have one problem, I'm automatically fucking stupid since I was straight A's and B's in ELEMENTARY.
Oh and my cat could be dying, so keep making side-comments, 'he's going to die'. That's very comforting. I love it when you say that.
Why must you always tell me I'm going to fail when I grow up? I can't have ADHD when i grow up or else I'll be 'dysfunctional' and never get a job? I should grow out of my problems? These problems never existed in your generation because you just dealt with it and got through it and now we 'dramatise everything'? I can only grow up to marry--and I need to marry--a straight white boy? I'm never going to college because I'm a fucking dumbass and I'm failing at everything?
I can't be a child right now? I can't have mental problems? I can't be experiencing the aftermath of every fucking thing you've done to me? I need to be perfect, and I need to comfort myself? All I ask is for you to say one thing when I'm sitting here and ASKING for your help..
I just want you to say it's ok.
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danyayeni · 11 months
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Sometimes I have the urge to create and it feels amazing. I feel not proud of my work, but content with it. I’m scared of doing things wrong, but then I say “art is trial and error, just as all things in life are. Learning is trial and error. Acting is trial and error. You can’t just yearn to learn more, but hold yourself back. If you want to swim in that pool, do it. Of course, do things that’ll keep you safe, such as taking swimming lessons to keep yourself afloat, but still have fun with it.” And to be honest, I think drawing’s the same way.
But sometimes, it stops, and I don’t know what to do. I wake up as a jumbled mess, with a disoriented cry for help on my canvas. What do I create for? Yes, for fun. But maybe to feel as well. But now, I can’t feel.
I don’t know what I love, but sometimes I just love to go away and create. I don’t want to come back to reality sometimes.
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lambiewrites · 6 months
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I hate that I’m so numb. Like? I want to cry but, I can’t. I want to scream, but I can’t. I don’t know what I want to do. I’m tired and not myself.
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seweage-monster · 10 months
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STOP NAMING PEOPLE JOHN
LISTEN TO WHAT I AM SAYING VERY CLEARLY
THERE ARE TOO MANY JOHNS IN THE WORLD IN HISTORY IN GAMES IN MEDIA IN EVERYTHING
It is not that hard to name amab human beings other names than John. It is not meant to be the default name. Hell, a societal term in Western culture for a generic human male is fucking JOHN DOE.
AND I AM NOT ADVOCATING FOR JOHN INCLUDING NAMES
Johnson? Yeah you think you're clever get the fuck outta here Johnny? That's just John with a few extra letters. That's hardly any effort into preventing the John uprising. Jonathan? Oh, you think you can avoid the problem by not including an H in John? YOU CAN'T.
AND THIS IS A THING THROUGHOUT LANGUAGES. Seriously, just go to behindthename.com and just look at all the different versions of "John" throughout different cultures. It is absolute insanity.
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fandomestloser · 6 months
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i started celebrating christmas in early october because it gives me a focus. my sports are all done by the end of september, so i need something to look forward to. otherwise i’m just sitting here trying to push through the half-empty days. my friends think it’s annoying, but both them and i don’t want for me to go back to how i was last year, so if playing mariah carey before halloween is what it takes for me to stay safe and take care of myself properly, i’m going to fucking do it. “annoying” be damned.
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artofsamothrace · 11 months
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CW// Vent
So I don't know what I did wrong, or what went wrong, but I've not taken a single commission in what's almost a year now. Whether my sheet looked too naive or scammy, as to why no one wanted a single thing for what turned out to be dirt cheap, I can only guess.
"Building an audience takes time", they said (what's the point if most of my notes aren't even from my followers). Well, I don't know if it was my low productivity, lack of skill, awful algorithm, niche topics, the fact that I refuse to turn to the toxic shithole they call Twitter, or lack of digital art, but all I wanna say is...
Whoever said "just start taking commissions if you need money",
... You're not even an artist, are you?
And before y'all call me bitter (or not, cause I don't get comments), I'm aware of that. Yes, I woke up bitter today. Bitter because no one wants traditional art unless it's something outstanding, apparently, while digital art tutorials and software are as confusing as ever. Bitter because I couldn't exactly churn out masterpieces daily before, but since I started working, I've been too depressed to do more than little sketches on receipts, not to mention going crazy (have you seen my last post?) and having memory issues out of the blue, and cause you can't live without work. Bitter because I wonder if I'll ever be able to live off of art, the only activity that doesn't give me existential dread. Bitter because nothing went right in the past few months. Bitter because I'm seemingly not built for improvement and learning. Bitter because even art school wants you to write fucking essays and somehow have all the skills before even getting admitted. If whatever scraps that my depressed ADHD ass could muster will be enough to impress them, or if it's another year of thankless labour for me.
And if any of you suddenly want something now, pay attention to my bio, I'm not doing anything. I might open up again sometime, cause I'm forever hopeful or something.
Well, off to the unfeeling void she goes! Godspeed!
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