#they sent me a massively long vent

[fandomestloser]

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#just a lil vent #there’s this friend i was really close with for a while #and theyre not necessarily doing great but they’re trying to organise a get together #and theyve been putting off choosing a time and place and whatever because it’s too stressful for them #and on the one hand i kind of get it #but they already know exactly what they’re doing and they did the same thing last year so they could literally just do exactly that #and td a couple of our friends texted the gc and were like “so hey what’re we doing gotta know so i can save the date #and instead of just picking a park like they should’ve weeks ago #they sent me a massively long vent #without asking #when i’m really not in the headspace to deal with their crap #esp cause i’m honestly not with them on this #and i literally had to pick a place and time FOR them #like google places and pick something for them #and now they’re complaining about how they don’t feel like they fit with our group #but they never actually organise to do anything with people #they always wait to be invited somewhere instead of inviting others #so tbh i’m not that sympathetic to them #and i’m also mega pissed about the unsolicited vent #like if they’d asked i could’ve either said yes or set boundaries #and they just invited themselves to do it instead like #seriously #anyways it’s not that deep lol

[miraculouslbcnreactions]

What are your opinions on more „popular“ salt takes about Adrien and Mari, like the typical „Adrichat is an ass for for flirting with LB after she rejects him“ and „Maribug us a horrible stalker“?

Well, I'd be lying if I said that I have no idea where they're coming from. There are definitely times when I'll watch an episode and wonder what in the world the writers are trying to do, especially when it comes to Adrien's behavior as it's played a lot more straight than Marinette's. While I don't like her behavior at times, it's almost always treated as a joke, not a dramatic character beat whereas I cannot say the same for Adrien.

But these are characters in a TV show, not real people and we need to keep that in mind when judging them. It's why my go-to thought is "what is wrong with the writing staff" and not "Adrien is an incel." Because Adrien is very clearly not supposed to be an incel. Unless the writers are plotting something truly asinine, the Love Square is our end game couple. We are supposed to view Adrien as a charming and funny romantic lead. When he falls short of that role, it's not Adrien "showing his true colors." He's a fictional character. He has no true colors. If his actions and words are ever unbecoming for a romantic lead, it's because the writers are failing to write Adrien the way they want us to see him.

They consistently do this to all of the characters. Alya's supposed to be an awesome friend and a smart journalist (I think), but she can't see through Lila's BS. Marinette's parents are supposed to be loving and supportive, but they randomly believed that their daughter stole from their bakery to make a dress and didn't even try to let her explain herself. Nino is supposed to be the Chosen of Protection, but he didn't care to protect his best friend and just happily sent Gabriel on a rampage without a second thought.

Give me a character and I can point to a bunch of episodes that justify every salty take this fandom has because they're not pulling this stuff from thin air. They're picking and choosing the worst writing in the show and venting about it, which is frankly understandable. Like I get why there are so many Alya salt fics. Her writing in the Lila episodes is infuriating and I do find those fics a little cathartic at times. But it's really, really obvious that she's not supposed to be a terrible friend. She's a victim of the writers drawing the Lila plot line out for far too long and making Lila's lies far too obvious.

Similarly, a lot of the issues with Adrien and Marinette stem from the fact that you simply can't draw a romance plot out for five seasons without causing issues unless you make the romance a background plot. But they didn't do that. The love square is front and center for most episodes, but since it can't actually resolve, the writers keep adding drama that makes our leads feel horribly unhealthy.

On the Marinette side, her not being able to talk to Adrien was fine as an initial issue, but we are five seasons into this show. Over 100 episodes! You reach a point where it stops being cute and starts being concerning. It's also not helped by the fact that Marinette's crush is written like a celebrity crush and not a crush on someone she actually knows. Daily exposure to Adrien should mellow her out. Especially since he's supposed to be her friend! But if the writers let Marinette talk to Adrien, then they'd grow closer and might feel like they had to get together, so they couldn't let that. Thus Marinette being a disaster for four seasons and the terrible shoehorned plot to try and justify it in season five.

On the Adrien side, they let Chat Noir confess too soon. Prior to that, the Ladynoir relationship was a playful one where it was feasible that Ladybug just viewed her kitty as a massive flirt. This was especially true since he flirts with everyone. But once she knew that he was serious? The playfulness vanished and Chat Noir started coming across as entitled and pushy. It didn't help that they had him ignoring her preferences ("Don't call me Bugaboo") and getting them in trouble by not taking his job seriously (his flirting getting them hit in Oblivio).

In summary, the love square should have been resolved much sooner or been relegated to a b plot that got far less attention. I also would have reversed the square since it makes for a far more interesting story that you can organically draw out longer, but that's just me. I don't have any issue with people ignoring the canon problems and just writing Adrien and Marinette as the cute couple that they were obviously intended to be. I also enjoy fics that treat Adrien's pushiness as a character flaw that can be resolved because that's what canon should have done. His issues aren't the mark of a terrible person. They're the understandable flaws of a teenager who is in love for the first time and doesn't know how to express himself. If a show would actually address this kind of common tween/teen issue, then a lot of kids would get an incredibly valuable lesson that would help them when they grow up and fall in love. If you're ever watching Miraculous with a kid, I strongly encourage you to approach Adrien's character from that perspective. Talk about why his actions are understandable, but ultimately wrong and more likely to push someone away than win their heart just like we see with Ladybug.

#ml writing salt #ml writing critical #ml fandom salt #ml fandom critical #adrien deserves better #marinette deserves better #alya deserves better #This is what I mean when I say that I'm a character sugar blog and a writing salt blog #The issue is not the character concepts or the general story ideas #The issues all come from the execution #It's also why I am happy when shows only get a few seasons #I truly think we would have gotten a better story if Miraculous only had three seasons to work with

[theerurishipper]

This is going to be long so I can understood if you ignored it just see it as me venting my frustrations with her character. I'm just about done with her which sucks since I use to love her a lot. Sorry for sounding negative in this ask I sent you hope it wasn't a bother.

You've successfully swayed me into becoming a staunch supporter of Chat Noir; how audacious of you! Just kidding, of course. I now grasp your perspective regarding the complexities of Marinette's situation. In the past, I never delved into their dynamic and, admittedly, held some reservations about Chat Noir for frequently causing problems and adding stress to Ladybug's plate, a sentiment that seemed prevalent in the fandom and one I once shared.

Honestly, Season 5 was my breaking point. That episode where she powered down and tried to talk some sense into Gabriel? It made me see her in a whole new light. If it were any other parents, she'd be all action, no chat. But because it's Gabriel, Adrien's dad, there's this glaring bias, and it's been a massive letdown for me. She made her bed, and now she has to lie in it. It's not just Ladybug who's drawing my frustration but also her dedicated supporters. Some, who use Marinette who's age I assume to be around 14 often use her age as a shield. It's strange to witness this phenomenon in the Miraculous fan community, where her character's age is consistently invoked as an excuse. They seem to forget that she's a fictional character, brought to life through pixels and scripted character arcs. I've been a fan in various mediums, but the Miraculous fandom takes the cake for clinging to this age excuse. It's like they think 14 and the stress of her trauma are the ultimate get-out-of-jail-free cards. But hey, what else is new in the world of fandom, right?

Back when I was a ripe old age of 14, I did some growing up, and now at the age of 21, I can confidently say Marinette's actions don't resonate with me at all. I'm all about that honesty, and I can't see myself pulling off any of her shenanigans. I mean, why keep secrets in the first place, especially when you've been partnered up for ages? If we're in the same boat, risking our lives and all, it just seems unfair to leave the other person in the dark when we stumble upon something fishy. That's just basic BFF code, isn't it?

I had some optimism when Season 5 rolled around, but man, it just felt all kinds of wrong. There was something off about it, and Adrien... oh boy, he's like a completely different person from Season 1. I mean, he actually had some color in his skin – talk about a glow-up! He used to look so much happier as Chat Noir. Now, it's like he's tiptoeing around, walking on metaphorical eggshells.

And don't even get me started on the LadyNoir dynamic. It's like a trainwreck in slow motion, and it stinks. I mean, I've watched Totally Spies, and those characters, they had their own stuff going on, but they had each other's backs. It's crystal clear that Miraculous Ladybug is missing that camaraderie.

Her portrayal as a romantic interest, whether in or out of her superhero costume, has been notably lacking. In neither capacity does she appear to be a suitable match for Adrien, and her dynamic with Chat Noir has been fractured to an irreparable extent, leaving much to be desired.

This indeed raises a pertinent question – how can they be considered soulmates or destined for each other when the connection is this lackluster? Adrien seemed to have a more promising dynamic with Kagami than with our primary female protagonist. In Season 5, it appears as though they simply forced them together without genuine chemistry or compatibility. It's all about what he caters to her Marinette the star!

Her performance as a superheroine leaves much to be desired. I find myself questioning her role as the protagonist, particularly given the abundance of problematic situations within the show, many of which are left unaddressed. There's a conspicuous absence of meaningful connections with the victims, with only fleeting interactions following the vanquishing of the villain. The absence of emotional depth is striking. I can't help but wonder why she's the star of the show. There's a disturbing amount of abuse happening, and the lack of follow-up with victims is baffling. It's like they defeat the bad guys and call it a day, no emotional depth, nada.

Upon witnessing her actions in the finale, I reached my breaking point. She ranks as one of the most disappointing female magical heroines when compared to Bloom, Luz, and Iris from Lolirock. Her treatment of her partner left me deeply disheartened, and I remain uncertain about what her fans could possibly rescue to redeem her character.

Thank you for reading~

Feel free to vent, anon, it's never a bother!

I'm glad my points resonated with you! I'm not posting all this to try to change anyone's mind, but it is nice to see that people are considering what I have to say.

And I agree with a lot of what you have to say! I will say, though, that I don't really think Marinette is to blame all that much for Gabriel winning. It's not her fault that he stabbed her in the back. She gave him a chance and he ruined it, and that's all on him. And one more thing I sort of disagree with is that Ladybug doesn't form meaningful connections with the victims. I think it's rather unfair to expect her to form deep emotional connections with every single person she saves. Both Ladybug and Chat Noir do spend some time comforting the victims after the fights, but I think they can't be expected to stick around and solve every problem. I hope this doesn't seem rude, it's just my take.

But I agree largely with everything else! I especially like this point:

It's not just Ladybug who's drawing my frustration but also her dedicated supporters. Some, who use Marinette who's age I assume to be around 14 often use her age as a shield. It's strange to witness this phenomenon in the Miraculous fan community, where her character's age is consistently invoked as an excuse. They seem to forget that she's a fictional character, brought to life through pixels and scripted character arcs. I've been a fan in various mediums, but the Miraculous fandom takes the cake for clinging to this age excuse. It's like they think 14 and the stress of her trauma are the ultimate get-out-of-jail-free cards.

This is so right. Like, Marinette is a 14-year-old, but that isn't really an excuse? It's an explanation and a valid one, certainly, but it's not an excuse. At any rate, it's not the fact that she's making mistakes that's the problem, it's the fact that she never seems to learn from them. I admit this is a writing issue and Marinette is, at the end of the day, the mouthpiece for the writers, but it does not help me connect with her like I used to. Using her age as a constant excuse does not fly after a certain point of time.

At the end of the day, whatever Marinette does is portrayed as the right thing to do, and it makes it more obvious than ever that she's not a real approximation of a 14-year-old. She's a character in a children's cartoon who serves as the writers' mouthpiece, and whatever is coming from the writers' is some weird ass shit.

And I also very much agree with your assessment of the Ladynoir dynamic. It really sucks how low it's fallen. It was a major draw of the show for me, and now it's been reduced to nothing, all to prop up the least interesting side of the square. It's too bad.

Thank you for your ask!

#MLB #Miraculous Ladybug #Adrien Agreste #Marinette Dupain Cheng #Chat Noir #Ladybug #Meta #My meta #Asks #ML Salt #ML Writing Salt #ML Writers Salt #Marinette Salt #Ladybug Salt #ML Fandom Salt #S5 Finale #Ladynoir conflict

[runningfrom2am]

“You were scared. Of him.” BABY BOY DID YOU EVEN HEAR WHAT SHE SAID ABOUT THE GAMES??

how i love when there’s a letter to feel guilty about, from beyond the grave.

“Or that if you’re out on cold nights when the breeze chills your skin, you’ll think of us.” THERE IT IS!!!

“Alas, that love, so gentle in his view, / Should be so tyrannous and rough in proof!” the way that this is their relationship summary-

the fact that he sent the bread and the water only to buy her trust back is very reasonable and therefore disturbing.

SHE WOULD HAVE DIED WITHOUT HIS MOTHER’S SCARF!! she still cries for ruining something coryo gave her even after last night. I AM UNWELL!!

i just know that lucky and dr gaul are both losing it at the back for not having cameras in the vents. they’re very close to the end of the games yet they cannot see what is happening.

even the girl who had planned to stay still and wait for her end resorts to survival when fate knocks on her door and there is too much to lose.

okay we’re gonna rock with the same numbering system for this one bc we have SEVERAL points to go over.

(also i did have to reread it rq before i answered this bc i wrote and edited this like two weeks ago lol)

1. i mean,, at least he’s kinda self aware HAHAHA. actually very SELF aware and not very contextually observant rn. like babe you KNOW how terrified she was already and now the only person in this whole place who she trusts has started swinging too?! ZERO critical thinking skills.

2. yeahhhhh yk i had to do it 🤭 at first when i was writing it i was like “this is way too wordy” but then i was like “raye,,, duh words are her whole thing don’t be dumb” so i let it go on as long as it needed to haha. like i can see it SO vividly like it was probably hard to read i just KNOW she covered that whole sheet in writing without an inch to spare. i also feel like for her it wasn’t enough, but she would never complain or dare ask for another sheet.

3. title drop let’s goooooo (there will be more i think i do this a few times lol)

4. no bc that quote was so perfect i’ve been sitting on it since i started writing this series it’s been rotting in my notes waiting to be used and i just 🥹 of COURSE that’s what she would use as her real confession i’ll actually puke ab it.

as much as he thought the monologue was a confession, it really wasn’t. he heard what he wanted to hear, that she loved him and cared about him. which she does, but her intention was to beg and plead with him to be good and stay that way. she had no receipts besides his namesake and where he lived to base this theory off of, but i think after they discussed the tragedy of coriolanus at length she just wanted to hammer home that he is not what his name would suggest. this letter though was the realest confession she would give, through written word, and i think that’s very real to who she is, especially being so far from home and her family and her safe space.

5. pretending that he wanted her to help jessup was literally all he could do!! to him, what’s the alternative? give her the cold shoulder in the most vulnerable (likely final) days of her life? he couldn’t do that even if he wanted to, i think. i don’t think it successfully buys her trust, but i do think it is so motivational for her to just know that at the very least he is still there.

6. omg yeah me too i am SICK. she’s crying and apologizing knowing damn well he can’t even hear it or see what she’s doing but she feels just awful even though it means she would survive. as if that’s not the whole reason he gave it to her. he gave her the go ahead to use his mothers scarf to kill someone if she had to- and she feels that guilty about using it to save herself?? i’ll puke ab this actually she is so sweet. she cares about him so so deeply and i think a massive part of her fear, that kept her up all night, was that that fact that she loves him cares did not change.

7. yeah they did NOT think that one through and ik it’s just eating dr. gaul ALIVE bro. this could also be the beginning (assuming the games do continue- who knows) of the trackers that monitor heart rates and vitals of tributes.

8. OKAY YES so i’m gonna tie this into point 6 too bc i feel like that’s the manifestation of this internal battle she’s having. if she had originally planned to give up her life at the very beginning, i can so easily see the guilt that she’s feeling over every little thing she’s doing to preserve her own life beyond that point. so not only is she ruining his late mothers beautiful scarf, she’s also betraying herself. the “old her”, if you will. she shouldn’t be alive anyways, she will die soon anyways, so it feels like a waste to ruin this scarf in the process when she likely believes it will be peeled off her dead body regardless. but she still does it.

she told herself that coryo was what changed that plan- that she wanted to win for him, but i don’t even know that that’s fully true. maybe it was about saving herself all along, but she felt too horribly guilty about the circumstances to even admit that to herself. especially now that she’s starting to devolve mentally, she opens the compact knowing that its contents will kill the boys that are after her, but immediately she’s going “oh, it looks like salt” and committing to that narrative so desperately so she can hide from herself that now not only is she ruining the scarf to save herself, that she’s also directly causing fatal harm to others which she has always sworn she would never do.

#i have the answers #cold nights <3 #that-veela-girl

[narcissisticpdcultureis]

cw: vent as long as should be expected from reddit refugee, r*ssian psychiatry being as dehumanizing as every other things in this country, english at the level of a non-native who got lost in reality while writing at least twice;

massive tw: forced hospitalization, suicidal troughs mention, abusive therapist and cruelty i suppose?

i don't even want to start it with "NPD culture is" cause i honestly (desperately) want that no one here will relate with my experience. i also will completely understand if this rant will not be posted, it's long, terrible, it's about may be specific to my doomed country's doomed medical care only. even i myself wish to having no idea about it. i not even goin to be anon here since i have a little fate in this end up posted.

well, NPD culture is dissociating each time anyone share they ideas about how often they supposed (they always supposed that is "never") pwNPD are searching for a therapy. i was the one who did search indeed and found out unpleasant fact that not only i won't get any help, but the one who should help me eventually will try to utterly destroy me. it's was what happened last time, i believe now i could have PTSD and here's the story.

after some dramatic events my npd symptoms slowly started getting much worse. i won’t describe everything, it’s enough to mention that during the year since the dramatic events™, i almost completely isolated myself from society and almost stopped doing anything for my studies, trying to avoid negativity from people around me. i tried seeing a counselor in college to address at least this issue, i can't remember anything about her other than she blamed me for my "parenting stance" and kept telling me i didn't want to work on myself and just wanted to blame everyone but myself for my condition. i tried to visit another psychologist. and another. while i was spending my last money trying to find a specialist who would at least hear me, it was getting worse, maybe because of the my belief that everyone would always be against me. when idea about getting lost in a river nearby my house became more common through than "go brush your teeth" i went to a town psychoneurological dispensary... i should have go to work spending the rest of my vitality to pay for another attempt at private psychotherapy.

just going to the dispensary was humiliating, and by that time I had already lost the idea that it was shameful to seek help. i had to describe troubling symptoms to the psychiatrist on duty... standing in a room full of strangers, only some of whom were medical staff, and the psychiatrist himself looked at me like i was a maggot. and I had to go through this procedure twice, because the first time, “I’m constantly thinking about throwing myself into the river,” apparently they didn’t hear. when i finally got to the dispensary, all those tests that were done to assess my sanity.... the wording of the questions was humiliating to say the least, and even with my belief that i was the most honest person in the world, i admit that lied on that tests. again, no one listened to me, patients in general were given as little attention as possible. when one of the conversations with the therapist she touched on a topic that was painful for me and i couldn't hold back my tears, i was threatened that if I didn't pull myself together i would be sent to a hospital. which exactly what happened.

this was supposed to be the longest part of the story, but it's physically hard for me to describe what happened, so I'm just listing it. i was not allowed to contact my family, to take any things, at least clothes from home, they just put me in an ambulance and took me to this prison. they took my phone and I didn't see any of my stuff until I was discharged. when they brought me in, they injected me with something and did it for the three days i was in the isolation ward where they put all the newcomers. later on, they transferred me to a general ward and again every day they gave me a hell of a lot of medicine. I don't know what they were. i know how it sounds but alas this is how russian psychiatric hospitals work and this horror can be confirmed in the stories of other... survivors? we were not allowed outside (because of covid they say), there were no family visitation days, the only thing we did was to walk along the corridor along the wards. no privacy, no emotions allowed, YOU a nothing.

i spent a month there. for crying. i could have gone longer, but I was able to convince the superintendent at the weekly meeting that i could be returned to the care of the dispensary. when I left, i was told that my good behavior would get me bipolar instead of schizoaffective disorder so they "wouldn't ruin my life." what does schizoaffective disorder have to do with anything? ut's what in this country they like to diagnose when they don't know what to diagnose. doesn't really matter if you fit criteria. i didn't fit any of them, so thanks for... not ruining my life i guess.

it took me two years to recover from all this. i think i'm mostly fine as long as no one mentions how bad narcissists are for not going to therapy. like even though I know I need therapy, i can't bring myself to do it. i know there must be normal therapists, but I feel too deep a dislike and distrust of people in this profession. you know... it could cost me life?

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#thats horrible nonny im so sorry that all happened to you :( #npd culture is #npd #actually narcissistic #actually npd #narcissistic personality disorder #cluster b #psychiatric abuse #abuse tw #suicide tw #ask to tag

[mintytealfox]

//slides in here You want Alicenort headcanons I have come to deliver (fun fact I am the same anon that sent the word vomit of Alicenort stuff and the Golden Canary headcanon so le boo fhdjsk)

Enjoy reading.

A headcanon I hold dear to my heart is the fact Norton kind of follows Alice around a kin to a lost puppy (yes, even his hunter form, yes it has spooked her) sometimes. No one knows why, and when pressed about Norton will just tell people to shove off (lol).

Another headcanon I have is Alice and Norton together. Be like trapped in the manor forever idea or the fun idea they escaped together, Norton helps Alice out. Alice is the one person who Norton doesn't mind helping because she gets him. Sure, Norton will still be an ass about it sometimes, but its more of a playful teasing ass that Alice would and can play along with. Plus the two are a terrifying combo together. Norton is the brawns and cunning street smarts while Alice is the book smarts and detective skills. They get into a lot of mischief together, even with Norton's hunter form throw into the mix. Examples of this are: Norton and Alice going off the beaten map and exploring, maybe him lifting heavy stuff up for Alice to squeeze into to find something or lifting Alice herself up into vents. Or Alice knowing the ins and outs of the manor well, so she knows how to sneak around and teaches Norton all the passages it holds so he can move around quickly.

Adding to this too, while they work well together, they also know when to let the other go and do their own thing since it can and WILL get results. Even if the other has to clean up after them.

Also a bonus headcanon thats not 100% Alicenort related, but kind is near the end headcanon: Norton owns a hunting knife that he has on person 24/7. Has this resulted in him stabbing hunters? Yes. Has this also resulted in him stabbing his fellow survivors? Probably, maybe, okay only when he is very out of it and they spook him (fight of flight response and Norton screams the fight response). Alice knows about this and usually calls out to Norton to makes her presence known when he is like this.

yyyyeeeeeeEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS Welcome BACK 🤣👏👏👏 I am thoroughly enjoying what my eyes are seeing here 👀

The image of massive rock man slowly following Alice around like a giant duckling LOOL The 'not like I care about her or anything' vibes have me laughing lool "Alice fell down" (she didn't) Fool's Gold: "SHE WAHT" -looks at the camera- "told you he cares about her"

GOSH YES! He strikes me as someone who doesn't accept help anymore because he is waiting for the price or strings that follow or just the rejection (he will take free stuff though lol). So to have this reporter lady just helping him cause she wants to is likely so wild at first. Able to spot what he likes or needs and is a step ahead with helping him cause she knows he will wait too long or just never ask lol -out on the field trying do get out the gate- Norton: "Okay I need to get--" Alice -places the exact tool he needs in his hand- Norton: ......💞🤌🤌

Alice could 100% handle him lol Good for her honestly 🤣

Oh my gosh YES! This dude has hella strength. Like, this dude can handle working in the mines with his lungs barely working and still lugging around rubble and whacking through it all with a pickaxe, with very little food fueling him. This dude lives on ambition and spite alone ah Then Alice over here seeing stuff like 'that bird is a particular shade of blue so that means we are near this place where something crazy happened' and running right towards the danger as Norton has to run after her. Her getting them involved with so much garbage loool but they have been through so much in their lives that honestly why not, by this point 🤣 LOL the image of them trying to break into a business, (to get the sussy documents so they could have the proof that the business is corrupt and have them close down), and Norton lifting up Alice so she can slip through the window LOL Alice: "do I weigh anything to you?" Norton: "no, its like holding a couple of grapes"

Gosh yea, them knowing each other's strengths and weaknesses like the backs of their hands. 🤌🤌🤌🤌

He is a fighter FOR SURE 1000000% Feral Norton has my heart feeling the ouchies for him and Alice needing to act accordingly owww oowww

AHH THANK YOU FOR THIS FEAST AAAHHH 👏👏👏👏

#norton campbell #idv norton #identity v norton #alice deross #idv alice #identity v alice #nortalice #idv #identity v #identity v theory #identity v prospector #idv journalist #identity v journalist #idv prospector #minty answers #THANK YOU FOR SENDING THE GOODNESS

[guarddogdyke]

alright, i need to scream for a minute. this is like 25% a mutual aid post and 75% i am going through it and need to vent my ungodly rage at corporate bureaucracy

so, for context, i have two supervisors, i’ll call them supervisor a and supervisor m. supervisor m is a delight to work with, she was able to help me get a good placement, albeit not one with an incredible pay rate, she always picks up calls, and is just generally polite to work with. supervisor a, on the other hand, complete opposite. just a massive pain in the ass. completely and totally insufferable. always sounds like he’s mad that i, a lowly employee, have the audacity to ask him for something like a site placement or, god forbid, the money i’m owed. the only “placement” he gave me was the one that decided that they didn’t fucking want me literally the day of training, and in order to contact him, i had to call several times a day for a week and a half just to get him to pick up. the one time he did actually pick up, he was on the road and told me he’d call me back in half an hour. didn’t hear from him for over a week.

during the failed placement supervisor a gave me, the site manager promised me wages for the time i had spent on site. that was a few weeks ago, and i still haven’t seen a cent of it. i talked to supervisor m about it, but unfortunately, supervisor m doesn’t have any sway over payroll. that’s entire supervisor a’s department. try to contact him repeatedly, doesn’t even pick up. i was on a call with supervisor m a few days ago, and along with some other questions, i asked her if she could tell supervisor a to please give me a call, which she says okay to. several days go by, and i get a call from him yesterday afternoon. i think, hey, he’s finally calling me to help resolve that payroll issue!

nope. he’s calling me to tell me that, due to having been inactive for over a month (i was out of state for a few months bc i was home from university, and unlike the state my university’s in, my home state requires a license to operate), my previous manager had put a temporary termination on me as an employee; basically, though i wasn’t fired, i was technically no longer an employee. what this means is that i need updated fingerprinting and background check paperwork. essentially, even though i had my first weekend last weekend, i can’t work this weekend, or until he’s able to actually get that in order, and, given how fucking great he is at being prompt, god only knows when that’s happening. i asked him to send me the info for the location, still hasn’t done that so i get to hound him again today. cool.

while i’m on the call, i bring up the payroll discrepancy. he fucking plays dumb with me, acts confused as to what i’m talking about. i tell him that the site manager at the location he’d sent me to had promised me wages for the five and a half hours i’d been there for training. i had to remind him in no uncertain terms that yes, i had been on site working for several hours, which i hadn’t seen a cent of payment for. here i am, a broke college student, arguing for my pay with a supervisor of a several billion dollar multi-national. it’s not even a hundred dollars i’m trying to get here, pennies in his book, but for me, it’s half a monthly car payment. it’s food. it’s what i need to fucking scrape by. eventually after several minutes, he just says he’ll get me the pay for it, and then hangs up.

i had to fight for several WEEKS to get a payment of less than $100.

i’m so fucking tired.

sorry for the long post. i’d love to go back to posting fun horny shit once i’m a little less keyed up.

as always, vnmo is $unfoundobjects, and anything helps. if you’ve read this far, thank you for putting up with my rant.

#i am so tired #work rant #fuck corporate #middle management can eat my entire taint #mutual aid #please help #lgbt mutual aid #lesbian mutual aid #trans mutual aid #trans crowdfund #please reblog #anything helps #lgbt crowdfund

[hgmercury73]

Hello, I'd like to vent about something that just hit me.

I am 21 years old. I've been experiencing chronic pain and "mystery" medical conditions for as long as I can remember. I've gone through stretches where I lost massive amounts of weight because I physically couldn't keep food down. I've had chronic headaches and migraines for a decade. My periods have been so bad that unless I was literally bedridden with a heating pad the pain would make me throw up. My fatigue is so bad that I regularly can't make it through the day without falling asleep. I get respiratory issues at least once a season. My joints and muscles ache on their best days and on their worst days are absolutely excruciating. I've done the math. I'll have a debilitating migraine or headache about 2-3 days per month on average. For my period, I'll lose another two days. For the respiratory stuff, another day. That, without any other issues, is six days per month when my body fails on me. I'm losing 1/5 of my life to this. I am 21 years old, and two weeks ago I went to the first appointment where it felt like my doctor listened to me.

Every single other doctor told me I'd grow out of it or that it was my hormones/anxiety or just said it was a mystery and called it a day. The stuff this particular doctor is putting me through the diagnostic process is all degenerative, long-term disorders and conditions, one of which could eventually lead to me not being able to walk if it was untreated. And it is treatable--specifically, babies as young as 2-4 months old can receive surgery to correct it and I have spent over two decades in pain before anyone even looked at this as an option.

So, I don't care if it comes back negative and I went through all these EEGs and MRIs and Bloodwork for no answers because nobody has ever even sent me for an EEG or MRI before. Someone is listening to me and trying to get me answers and that's all I ever wanted!

God.

#merc talks #merc vents #80 #disabled #medically complex #mystery medical condition #chronic pain #chronic illness #chronic fatigue

[momo-hearts]

Kinda dry in here so i want to request a hunter gn/nb reader who got bullied the whole match *cough* camping pallet *cough* dance emote

Idk how many character you accept it or I'm just blind but geisha, Mary and anyone who you feel like they also share this same issue.

Fluff please....after this happens

Also HC please i don't want to request too much

(but what if yandere? Ok I'm sorry-)

requester, i dont mind many characters! 20 or something is alright with me but it will take a very long while!

Also massive ooc for mary bcuz i never played her

Dont be afraid to request much!

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Yandere! GEISHA

- In one of your matches, she heard one of the survivors were dirt talking you. Such thing won't pass her, sure, she usually remain peaceful after matches but hearing someone trash talk about you? You? Her love? That stood to low.

- maybe a little threat won't hurt? Maybe? But you are her first priority, so she came to you.

- you might be a little... Oh, who knew. You were clearly upset. She would sat next to you, holding your hand. Softly rubbing your hands in circles.

- ` its alright my dear.. Theyre just empty words. Don't worry too much. `

- atleast tries to comfort you, but her love langguage isn't words of affirmation but physical and acts of service.

- atleast expect some touch and surprise presents for a few days to make you feel better.

- will invite you (more like drag you-) to let her play the shamisen for you. Not going to lie, her skills are very impressive and the songs seems very familiar to you.

- she will also make paper flowers and gave it to you as a bouquet, if you still upset over it.

- genuinely cares about you, and will go out of her way to cheer you even a tiny smile will sent her to the hospital.

` The butterflies is setting this year, would you like to see them with me? `

Yandere! Bloody Mary

- ` darling, whats the matter? Why are you so upset? `

- will ask if your alright. Are you upset, pouting or are you just tired? Countless possibilities that could be your mood.

- upon hearing that you have a bad match with a few survivors, she invited you to an afternoon tea party. Filled the brim with varies desserts and cream fillings that would make the mercenary water for all eternity.

- but these are just for you💕.

- doesn't pressure you to talk about it, but if you will. She will listen to your troubles and vent to the ears, despite her annoying mirror-

- ahem, will sing, touchy or have a simple lunch together to make you cheerful.

- her love langguage is acts of service and quality time, so shes best at comforting you at your lowest or baddest day.

- though, the survivors wont... be so good.

` my darling, the tea is ready. Wont you join me for abit in the garden? `

#idv x reader #yandere identity v x reader #yandere idv x reader #identity v x reader #Idv #Identity v #Bloody mary x reader #Mary x reader #Geisha x reader #Michiko x reader #Michikoidv #Geisha idv #Michiko idv #Mary idv #Bloody mary idv #X reader #Headcanons

[doodle-pops]

I Said I Loved You And I Didn't Lie

Caranthir x reader

A/N: So for the anon who sent in the Caranthir x reader who was Ulwarth's sister, since you informed me of not having another idea, I decided to keep within the theme of angst and wrote it differently. I know it's not what you originally requested, but I still wanted to give you something.

Warnings: heartbreak, angst, betrayal, flashbacks, breakup, starvation (reader starving themself, it's minor)

Word: 2.6k

Synopsis: “Do you believe in the saying ‘I’ll love you no matter what’?” your voice echoed throughout the empty fields, filled with only you and Caranthir and the occasional bluebells and daffodils.

“Father already agreed to team up with the older brothers, it’s your job to target this one. Just fulfil your task and all will be well sister,” your brother walked through the stone halls, short and stocky with a forever disgruntled look shadowing his face. You were trailing behind him, dressed in your simplest commoner wear to gain easy entry into Thargelion and betray their Lord. Approaching the end of the tunnel, Ulwarth turned to bid you farewell; a firm grip on either arm and placing your foreheads against each other.

“Worry not brother, I will return victorious for father and our Lord Morgoth,” you spoke confidently before releasing your hold on his arm and setting off on foot to Thargelion. You were taking the longer route so by the time you arrived at the fortress, you would appear tired and wary. A perfect disguise to enter the great bustling city of trade.

Tossing in your sleep, the flooded memories that came crashing down prevented a peaceful rest. The cold sheet and mattress barely did much to suppress the harshness of the winter wind entering the vents, hence interrupting your peaceful slumber with unnecessary dreams. Sniffling as tears formed, your hands rose to swipe at the tears gathering in the corner, quick to hide any form of weakness and suffering. But it was impossible to conceal, especially after the months into years of affection you were genuinely treated and showed by the Lord. His kindness made your stomach churn and gave you the urge to empty it, but you hadn’t anything on your chest for days after your refusal to consume food.

He was still pleasant enough to provide you with some comfort despite the heartbreak you gave. You didn’t know if it was all a façade to gain answers or if he pitied you from a distance.

“Do you require help My Lady?” the soft voice of Lord Caranthir whispered from behind and jolted you, causing the box of instruments to slip from your grasp. Fortunately, he was nearby to catch the first two before setting them down on the staircase. His figure easily towered over yours and it was then you understood the whispers of the Noldor’s greatness. Their Lord was massive yet, he had kind eyes. Anyone who bore such a physique should never appear kind for your experience and knowledge.

Staring at him for far too long earned you a bashful scoff before he cautiously pried the rest of the boxes out of your arms and into his. “Are you heading to the infirmary?” another soft question rang out, this time snapping you out of your daze. You were about to reject his assistance, however, you remembered that you needed to play along and gain his trust.

“Yes, My Lord,” you dipped your head, refusing to meet his eyes and increased the pitch in your voice to mask your accent. He said nothing about the change in your demeanour understanding that you were probably a tad bit uncomfortable conversing. Nonetheless, Caranthir walked side by side with you until you arrived at the infirmary in silence, though, the occasional watchful glances he gave you from the corner of your eyes made you feel odd. They weren’t scrutinizing or negative, but more intriguing. He felt something for you in that moment.

Frowning as another wave of memory smacked you out of nowhere, you flew up from the sturdy bed and leaned against the freezing wall. Your garment was already thin and nearly see-through since little to no comfort was to be provided. Folding your arms around your legs, you huddled closer to mimic the warmth and attempted to keep it close so you could last the rest of the night. It was only the fifth day since everything was revealed, and with each day, a new group of discoveries were obtained that pushed for harsher punishments.

Part of you would like to believe that the Caranthir you got to know over the past six months wouldn’t allow for more harm or danger to befall you, but you were a threat. A threat that played with his heart and made him believe that love was real and possible for a murderer. Maybe it was, but not for someone like yourself, not for someone who felt little to no remorse for half of the crimes already committed. You had your duty to perform, and love would not be a hindrance to proving your loyalty to both the Dark Lord and your father.

There were so many riches promised to you and your family that not even the Noldor who colonized your lands and stole him in the blink of an eye could give. No amount of late-night staying up and tender touches or kisses to the palm and bouquets of sweet-scented flowers could make you believe that they could provide for you and your family. In their eyes, in his, you were an outcast, a Moriquendi or what he came to learn, an Avari, who refused to follow the light of the Powers. You saw the look of shame and repulsion in his eyes upon the discovery. There was a part of you that crumbled under his stare; it made you wonder if his words from that day were true.

“Do you believe in the saying ‘I’ll love you no matter what’?” your voice echoed throughout the empty fields, filled with only you and Caranthir and the occasional bluebells and daffodils.

Humming pensively, his eyes remained locked before him on the sunlight glistening on the lake. Seconds passed into minutes before he answered, though you assumed he wouldn’t, “I do. I saw it with my parents even though they are…separated, my father was wrong for walking out on her, but I do believe in the ‘I’ll love you no matter what’. When you love someone, truly, you should learn to make it work. Differences exist, but it’s no reason why we can’t try…”

You watched as he smiled at the end of his words before reaching over to hold your hand in his. They were heavily calloused, despite yours not being that far off from his after years of training, you could still feel the difference. Rubbing his thumb over the back of your hand, he watched your quieten gaze on your intertwined hands. It was a look he’d seen and known; the look of awe at an action you couldn’t believe you would experience. His gaze never once fell from your face, observing the scars that ran across your lips and cheeks or the burnt skin around your neck. You’d been through you so much pain and suffering, his heart clenched at the horrors you had to experience without him at your side.

Lifting your intertwined hands, he brought the back of yours to his lips, peppering fragile kisses to the injured skin. A bubble of giggles couldn’t help but escape your lips at the tickling action. Scooting around, Caranthir tugged you closer to him and planted his kisses up your arms, not missing an inch of skin before reaching your face. It was then he froze, hovering just an inch away from your lips, staring.

The loud sound of the clanking of iron doors made you jolt and snapped your head to the left to catch a glimpse of burgundy and black robes flowing through the iron bars. Normally, you wouldn’t care about the manner you were viewed, but for once, you did. Tugging the sheets over your body to back into a corner, you sat in the shadows of the cell while refusing to meet the eye of your visitor who stood with his back still turned to you. The unmistakable sound of keys rattling came from his hands, but there was something else he held from the muffled thud.

Finally turning around and baring his face to you, the tears you were holding back for five days came crashing down. They ran from your eyes like the heaven spilt opened the sky and sent forth its waters of grief and sorrow. No sounds came from the tears, not even a sniffle was accompanied by them. It was impossible to cast your eyes aside, but those forest green eyes would come to love and appreciate held yours like a moth drawn to a flame; there was no way to break the hold. While your face showed all the emotions, you were still hidden from sight, but it didn’t prevent you from witnessing the devastating appearance of Caranthir.

His face was hollow and gaunt, eyes lifeless and drained of colour, no glow in his face or appearance, he was empty like a carcass. Even the lips you grew to love receiving praises and kisses from, appeared cracked and colourless. His clothes hung his body as the majority of his muscles were lost from the depressive episode, the sheen from his hair was gone and in place were a flat black and his skin clung to his bones. You could see the sharpness of his wrist and knew that other parts of his body were in the same condition. He only ever covered up when he wished to hide his appearance.

“How long are you going to sit in the dark and stare?” his voice was dry and sluggish as he called out to you. Holding your breath, you attempted to cease the constant tear flow that fell rapidly as he spoke. You missed the raspiness of his voice and the baritone that followed naturally. Now, it was nothing more than a broken cry and plea scrapping against a grater, a plea from you to stop breaking his heart.

Contemplating on whether to shuffle into the light or remain hidden, Caranthir didn’t bother to wait on your response and chose to step further into the light and closer to the cell. You were able to observe the cream-coloured sack in his hand accompanied by the keys in his other hand. He didn’t bother with asking you to step into the light, instead, he tossed the sack with great strength into the cell and watched as it slid across the floor and stopped at the foot of the bed. There was a deep intake of breath before he spoke again, this time with sorrow and anger in his voice, “They’re for you, whatever you wish to do with them is your choice.”

All he saw was an image of a scarred hand reaching down to snatch the sack off the floor and disappearing into the shadows again. His body was urging him to depart but his heart and mind were telling him to say. His hollow eyes bore deeply into the dark attempting to scrutinize your figure the least. All he wished for was to see your eyes and know, just know whether it was all a hoax. He still didn’t understand how to process the entire situation when his loyalty to his people and family came first but his heart rang out to you. Why did you have to break his fragility so easily?

“Aren’t you going to say something? Anything!” the boom in his voice shook you to the core. He was growing frustrated with your silence and lack of appreciation. Many of his Lord threw suggestions left and right to have you thoroughly questioned and even executed—no one wished to trust a servant of the Dark Lord, yet here he was going behind their backs to provide for you one last time. He knew you’d stab him in his back, in his people’s back, but his heart couldn’t bring him to perform the unthinkable. “You’re just going to remain quiet the entire time! Say something, yell or shout! Say you hate me—”

“—but I don’t. I don’t hate you…C-Cara. I did once; you might hate me for what I’ve done, but I don’t…” the first time you spoke in days, your voice sounded coarse and irritated. His eyes closed at the sound of your confession, shutting the tears away and fighting to keep them at bay. It was a hopeless attempt as some escaped the corners of his eyes and trickled down his ruddy skin. His legs subconsciously carried his body closer to your cell where he gripped the bars and broke down. For the first time in years, he felt emotionally compromised and for what, love?

“H-How could y-you say th-that you l-love me and still be loyal to th-them, him? Was my love not enough? Was I not enough to change your mind? I gave you e-every…everything!” his face contorted into an ugly frown as tears cascaded down his face and snot ran from his nose. Eyes bloodshot and swollen, body convulsing and consumed in misery, Moryo didn’t know what else to question or what he did wrong, he’d give you the world if you asked for it. Why couldn’t you do the same for him?

Feeling your own tear flow increasing at the sight of him being so vulnerable, you couldn’t bring yourself to sit by and do nothing. Your heart clenched at the heartache you were you putting him through, and for what, loyalty. Pealing the sheet off your body, your feet fell on the cobblestone floor and chills of ice shivered up your spine from the harsh winter. You winced from the ice that crawled up your skin but bared the harshness of reality and dragged your lethargic body across the cell to kneel beside him. There was hesitancy in your actions, you wanted to reach out and touch him as he coughed and wheezed, shedding tears over the love he possessed for you.

Your body was compelled to provide love and comfort as it once did, memories of being given affection to the highest degree when you were low just as he was. But you didn’t reciprocate, there was fear in every fibre of your body now that he knew the truth. The fear of ultimate rejection shouldn’t be a disturbance to you, but your heart played with your mind. “I didn’t believe that you would love me in my quest Moryo…when I had already laid the foundation of my plans. You weren’t supposed to l-love…me,” but your voice betrayed you and told him of your fear.

“They wish to hang you, y-you know th-that right?” your eyes didn’t even widen at the information, you already knew your treachery would gain your death, “I tried to fight them, but the court…so many of them—I didn't—I don't want to hurt you...” He fell silent, inhaling and exhaling, attempting to recover his breathing pattern. The golden caramel tone of his skin turned white as his grip on the iron bars tightened; any moment you would suspect he would break through.

“You know your way around the forte better than anyone I suspect, so you have two days to escape before the court have their way with you. Here,” whispering as aggressively and sympathetically as possible, he yanked himself from the bars and dug into his robes for the key to the cell and doors, tossing it lifelessly onto the ground beside you. Standing against the wall directly opposite your kneeling figure, he shakily breathed the longer he stared into your glassy eyes. Face morphing into anguish, he hung his head in disbelief at his innocence and stupidity for falling in love. “I-I’m not that cruel to let you die…but I can’t be around you anymore. Leave.”

Turning on his heel and heading for the door without another say, his robes flowed behind him, glittering in the moonlight. As he approached the door, you called out to him with a twinge in your voice, stopping his trembling hand that was positioned on the lever, “You…you once said that when two people love each other, they should try to make it work,” you hesitated before continuing with a deep shaky inhale, “I’m sorry that I couldn’t do my part…I really am.” And I love you.

There was a heavy silence followed by a loud heave and a sigh before you heard the iron doors slam, leaving you surrounded by endless darkness and loneliness. You expected it and it still stung your heart as you gripped it and clawed at your chest wishing you could rip it out to prevent the long-term pain. It was devastating and humiliating to experience; to be a broken hearted warrior. This wasn't you, it never was, and you told yourself to never get attached. But here you were, grieving on the cold stone floor of a prison cell, begging for relief and a chance to be free.

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[dragonflight203]

Mass Effect 2 replay, exploring and Mordin’s loyalty mission:

Xe Cha

-Aphras – A garden world that was home to a sapient avian species in their bronze age. Massive impacts to their habitation centers killed them, vaporized the water, and lifted dust into the atmosphere.

The obvious conclusion is Reapers, but they supposedly only go after space faring species. Planet descriptions like this make me think they might kill species in earlier stages, to prolong the time until the next harvest as much as possible.

-Tosal Nym – A second garden world in the system. It was destroyed by similar strikes that created a dust shroud that killed the planet. Based on their patterns, it was not a natural disaster.

So the question is: Why?

The planet description makes no mention of a sapient species, making Reapers unlikely. However, perhaps their fossils and/or remains just haven’t been found.

Or in one cycle there was a species that destroyed garden worlds for shits and giggles and destroyed both Aphras and Tosal Nym. It’s possible.

-Zadar Ban – The location of the N7: Blood Pack Base mission.

Going by the mission, this is the third garden world in the system. It has waterfalls! Grass!

However, since two garden worlds in system is considered extremely rare, I suspect this was an oversight and it’s not supposed to be habitable.

-Not much of interest to this mission. It’s just a long corridor of shooting because Shepard apparently vents their frustration by killing Blood Pack.

Normandy

-Cerberus sent an email assuring Shepard that TIM had ordered the Subject Zero project shutdown before the riot, and that the surviving children were given amnesia and handed over to the Alliance. Surviving doctors were “forcibly retired”.

How convenient. And absolutely bullshit. Except killing the survivors doctors, that I believe.

There’s no evidence that TIM has any limit when it comes to experiments, except that they produce results. If he ordered the Subject Zero project shutdown, it’s because it wasn’t successful. Not because he had any moral qualms.

Aresh says he believed he was the only survivor. He woke up after everything was over; while I can believe he missed other survivors – he was a child and in no frame of mind to thoroughly check – it’s quite possible he’s the only one that made it out. And if other children did survive, it’s more likely that Cerberus repurposed them for another project than hand them over to the Alliance.

-Jack says she’s “not a girl’s club person”. She likes Shepard and that’s a good place to leave it.

-If you talk to her again, she says Shepard is just messing around and she doesn’t want to play.

Understandable behavior if frustrating. Jack doesn’t know what to do with sincerity or how to be someone’s friend. It’s easier to drive Shepard off than to grapple with it. She has enough to deal with working through her past.

Urla Rast

Talis Fia – The Citadel Council gave the volus colonization rights in return for favorable trade terms.

Once again: This is in the Terminus System. The Citadel Council supposedly has no power in them. How are they giving way colonization rights?

The Terminus Systems are one of the biggest headaches to work out in the series.

In ME1 the Citadel Council wants nothing to do with them; in ME2, the game goes back and forth over whether or not the Citadel Council has authority. The main plot generally says they do not, but the planet descriptions imply that they do.

Mordin’s Loyalty Mission

-Compared to most other loyalty missions in the game, Mordin’s is deep. There’s a lot to sift through in it.

-The Chief Scout doesn’t think the krogan can unite if offworlders interfere.

Fair. Ideally, unification will be driven from within. If it’s created artificially be external forces, then it will likely fall apart once the external forces that drove it vanish.

-He also says that the Weyrlock Clan started the Blood Pack.

However, the Codex says that the vorcha started the Blood Pack, then the krogan Ganar Wang took it over and made it the force it is in ME2.

Krogans normally have their clan name as their first name, so I doubt Ganar is part of the Weyrlock Clan.

So, which history is true?

-The mako would have been handy on Tuchanka, I’m just saying.

-The lead up to the Weyrlock base provides one of the best excuses for the conveniently placed cover: Given the krogan clans are perpetually at war, they probably placed the cover there themselves at some point or another.

-Miranda says the only krogan buildings more durable than hospitals are bomb shelters, and most of those were destroyed in civil wars.

If the krogans ever stop fighting, they’d probably do great in engineering and construction.

-And another patented ME2: Humans are Special moment.

Humans are useful as test subjects because they’re more genetically diverse. Ergo, they have larger reactions to stimuli.

This diversity also makes it more difficult to predict the nature of a given human. Humans have a wider expression of intelligence, biotic ability, etc. than other species.

Was any of this necessary?

It’s not actually plot relevant to ME2 or ME3, so it just feels like propaganda for humans. Which is strange, because all players are (presumably) human.

-Mordin assumes that it must have been the krogans that experimented on the human research subject you find. He never even considers that it could have been Maleon.

-The renegade dialogue when you speak to the Weyrloc Clanspeaker is very good.

-If you go paragon, it shows the complexity of the genophage.

The Clanspeaker is clearly upset when describes “the piles of children that never lived”. It’s quite a poetic line, and is designed to garner sympathy for the speaker..

Then he immediately goes on to describe the revenge they’ll take on the turians, asari, saleons, etc. That pretty much kills all the sympathy.

This is the dilemma of the genophage – it’s cruel and unethical, but the dangers of curing it are also undeniable. It’s hard to sustain a desire to cure the krogan when they’re plotting out how they’ll destroy your people afterward.

This is what makes Wrex and Bakara so critical – they desire to move past the genophage and build a new future for the krogan that doesn’t include conquering the galaxy.

-In the lab, Mordin is emphatic that he’s never used medicine to kill.

If he needs to kill, he has plenty of other means to do so.

This is Moridn’s dilemma – he struggles to reconcile the parts of him that are a killer and a healer. He justifies the killing as necessary to protect, but it still troubles him.

-Mordin considers the rachni extinction a tragedy. Diversity is important.

Not surprising – Mordin places a high value of life. When possible he’ll preserve it.

-It’s clear that what he enjoyed about his work on the genophage was the challenge of modifying it.

Seeing the fall out of his work hurts him to his soul.

Mordin’s head tells him that the genophage is essential, but his heart hates what it does to the krogan.

-The krogans were offered a truce during the korgan rebellions. They refused it.

-If you go paragon, Shepard says that the upgraded virus kept the krogans in barbarism.

I disagree with that: The krogan stayed in barbarism because they chose to. They could have gotten their act together and worked on way to revitalize their people – Wrex even tried to!

The genophage didn’t help matters, but the krogans are responsible for their own choices.

-Mordin has distinct overtones of white man’s burden: He says that the genophage is not a punishment – it’s just a correction for the krogans’ removal from a hostile environment.

The salarians uplifted them, so it’s their responsibility to “correct” the harm caused by that.

-Paragon Shepard is frustrating through this mission. They’re very self-righteous and insistently naive; they think that curing the genophage would fix everything with the krogan.

And it would not! There are many krogan like the Weyrloc Clan and Wreave that want to fight for the sake of fighting. They’ll swarm over the galaxy if the genophage is cured. They are why it was invented.

But the genophage is cruel. And it creates more cruelty as krogans lose hope for their future or desperately try to cure it.

Just, I wish there were a way to acknowledge that the genophage is complex when speaking to Mordin rather than treating it as a binary good/evil.

-Mordin says that the simulations showed that if the genophage was cured, the krogans would go to war and the turians and humans would eliminate them completely.

The modified genophage was meant to save the krogans as much as anyone else.

At least to Mordin. I suspect many other salarians have different opinions.

-Miranda, about the scout leaving: Hopefully his story of curing the genophage will be passed off as a hallucination.

Of course she’d be thinking of that.

-Mordin’s as pissed at how Maleon is developing a cure for the genophage as the fact that he is. Maleon is violating all ethics Mordin taught him about science.

-Maleon, for his part, figures that he’s so drenched in blood that a bit more doesn’t matter.

Clearly salarians don’t have the saying “The first rule to digging a hole is to stop digging”.

Even if Maleon’s hands will never be clean, he doesn’t have to spill more blood on the floor.

-Maleon does raise the valid point that the decision to modify the genophage was justified based on simulations, but simulations can’t account for everything.

For example, the Reapers.

However, I’d argue that you have to work with what you have. You’ll never know everything, so if you wait until you do you’ll never do anything. You just do the best you can and accept the consequences.

That is what makes ethics so critical – you draw lines and say This, I will not do. No matter how bad it gets, this is unacceptable.

So when you do have to act with imperfect information, at least what you do is less likely to be unforgivable.

That’s the step the STG skipped.

-That Mordin even considers saving the data shows how much the modified genophage upsets him. No matter what he says, he feels guilty.

Normandy

-Mordin’s proud of Maleon’s backbone, even as he’s furious about his behavior.

-Mordin claims salarians resolve their emotions quickly. Maybe not healthily, but they decide how to handle them for better or for worse.

Is that true, or just Mordin diverting Shepard? What other salarian is he going to check with?

-For someone so talkative, Mordin is very evasive about discussing Tuchanka. He does not want to go there.

#mass effect #mass effect 2 #mass effect 2 replay

[harukirai]

Were you kidding when you said that Terra was supposed to have a girlfriend?

No, not exactly, idr cause the last time i fund any articles about ff6 was like 10 years ago now its hard to find stuff now, but my older cousin is a massive ff fan since childhood and he is the one i got most of my info from since whenever there was a new interview or ultimania or book he was the first one to update me even though in this instance it was ten years ago and even he couldnt find this interview anymore but yeah he also remember an interview with kitase about it.

Eiter way the team left it for the player interpetation since terra is one of the few ff protags with no official love interest. Also there was that one half flirt line to celes which set the fandom on fire for awhile back then(also it was a half joke thingy like the barret date wgich i have allot to say about but i dont wanna set the fandom on fire)

Also i think i forgot to mention in my original post but in the end i think she is aro ace/very demi.(in the final cut)

(also this whole controversy happened when the gba version was released cause i think the translation was a bit different from the snes version so it sparked the controversy but as you imagine this was a long ass time ago)

*i played it first on the gba era in english(one of the few ff i played first in english since i couldnt wait a half a year to get the japanese version, also on gba its harder to read kanji since mine wasnt backlit) and my older cousin (played the jp version on ps1&sf&gba- he was the one who got me into final fantasy) so i had a chat with him to confirm this memory and he said he also thought the game implied her being either lesbian or asexual.

Im in midst of replaying the older titles in honor of the pixel remaster(but i play the ps1 versions cause its prettier 👁️👄👁️)

So ill do an update sometime when ill finish(also idk if they re translated the pixel remasters or no so my posts will be faithful to the original)

Also sorry for my bad english i suck at expressing myself via writing in all languages.

But yeah ive sent my cousin on the quest to find this iterview in the deep japanese web so good luck to us😂(i have a very severe adhd so sorry if its all over the place i tried to be the clearest i can)

*edit also- speaking wise my japanese is good enough to play games, but i suck at kanji so if there is no furigana i need to use kanji apps/ dictionarys (im mixed and wasnt born in japan so all my language abilities are through family since i live in a country that theres not many japanese mixed/asian mixed at all)

So when ill get a new pc i would rework the posts again+ gather all the links& translations ( i really wanted to take screenshotsfrom the games and edit translations and do a big post but its still on the way since i cant make it work on my phone properly but yeah its in the works for a while now i was just pissed on the huge backlash 16 got bec it had a gay kiss(idk if online but in local jrpgs groups this shit was everywhere)

So i just took all the notes i was collecting for a while and posted it in a very low quality post but yeah it was a vent post to the void mostly😂

[wispmotherr]

hey, hey, there’s a story time/rant/vent under the cut i just need to get this anger out of my damn system somehow haha

so there’s this girl i work with, we’ll call her N. she’s at least a decade younger than me, and she’s always kind of rubbed me the wrong way. my perception is that she has a tendency to act way too familiar way too quickly and i feel like she speaks to everyone in a weird mix of condescending and oblivious tone/manner all the time (stand out example being that she’d reply with “oh no, you’re good” when someone says “excuse me” to her in the “please move out of the way” context and then continue to stand in the way. drives me up the goddamn wall lol). but as i said, this is my perception and not really her problem so i try my best to interact with her as minimally as possible and be polite and civil at work.

things took a Turn a few months ago when she came in to work on a friday and was acting like she wasn’t feeling well. she asked to be sent home pretty early in her shift which was granted because i agreed to cover her closing shift for her, which gave me a 12+ hour day. i figured i was helping out a sick coworker and while i didn’t love having such a long day it was what it was.

when i came into work on monday, i found out that N had gone home friday night and then, a few hours later, had gone out drinking with her friends. i was furious. but as my supervisor and the facility manager knew of the situation (and were equally unimpressed) i just kinda let it go, but my general dislike of her festered exponentially.

that brings us to yesterday.

she comes over to me at my workstation and gets my attention and starts babbling that she “has an emergency” and needs to go home. i’m a little wary (once bitten twice shy, etc.) but because she caught me off guard and i don’t want to be an asshole and demand the nature of the emergency (especially if it’s something really bad or personal), i agree. it means another longer workday and it also takes a body (me) off of the workload that we are massively falling behind on.

turns out her “emergency” was that her roommate had to go to the emergency room (but was fine and didn’t need her) and N felt she needed to go home and watch the roommates dog and her approximately month old puppies.

and maybe i’m a callous bitch, but that does not constitute an emergency. at worst, put em in an enclosed room with the camera you already have for them and come back to work and monitor remote. from what i understand these dogs are in good health and haven’t needed much attention.

to compound my rage, i can’t decided how much worse it is that this girl called off today as well.

i feel incredibly taken advantage of and frustrated because this person just… doesn’t think. she doesn’t ever seem to consider how her choices are affecting her coworkers. she’s just so damn oblivious and i want to hope it’s just because she’s a little stupid and not a malicious thing but gosh help me either way she won’t be getting any more favors from me.

Add this on top of the creepy walking red flag coworker creating 4+ extra hours of work for others due to his fucking dumb errors and this week has just been… so good for my blood pressure. ha.

#this girl isn’t a bad person i don’t think #but she absolutely is an atrocious and infuriating coworker #personal #work stuff

[skylarkking]

"One In The Same"

A TFA Blitzwing x Mech!reader

Word Count:1.5k

Chapter 13: Breaking the Enigma

Blitzwing sat in his cell with a stoic expression, hiding the fact that deep down inside, he was absolutely terrified for me. He knows he can help. He knows how to dismantle the very thing that's hurting me. Yet, just like with Megatron, he wouldn't be able to.

He felt helpless.

"Blitzwing?" Ratchet said as he entered the brig.

"How is he?" Blitzwing asked.

"He's in Stasis Lock right now on spark support." Ratchet said with a pained expression. "His internal temperatures are... almost fatally high. His cooling systems can't keep up and... it's only a matter of time before his spark goes out."

"No..." Blitzwing whispered as he slumped on the floor, and, for the first time in a long time, he quietly began to weep. Fluid fell from his optics and to the floor, his spark practically shattering in his chassis. "Zis is all my fault..."

"It isn't."

"But it is!" Blitzwing snapped. "Shockwave and I were both key figures in the Enigma Program. And now? I'm responsible for what's happening to him." The then swapped to his Hothead persona, and his wings violently shook on his back as he tried to contain his anger. "AND ZAT STUPID ELITE GUARD FRAGGER WONT LET ME HELP!" He slammed his cuffed fists into the wall, leaving behind a massive dent. "Zey won't let me help, and now he's going to die because of me!"

"No, he won't." Ratchet said as he went to the cell control panel and lowered the barrier. He then freed Blitzwing from the stasis cuffs and motioned for him to follow, the now slightly puzzled mech following the medic to the med bay.

"Von't you be put in ze stockades for zis?" His Icy persona asked.

"Look, desperate times come desperate measures." Ratchet said. "And when it comes to...a bot, I consider a son. I'll do anything for him."

The pair entered the med bay, and Blitzwing could feel his spark drop to his tanks at the condition I was in. My colors were pale and almost completely gone, my optics were shut, my vents clicking with each strained intake of air assisted by spark support. I was on the verge of death.

"Blitzwing," Ratchet said, pulling the triple changer from his fixation to look at him. In the medic's servos was a cortical psychic patch cable in excellent condition. "I have this."

"Zis vill work." He said.

"What exactly does it do?" Ratchet asked. "I never had the chance to work with these."

"In essence, I will be able to enter his mind through this and hopefully be able to deactivate Enigma." Blitzwing said.

"What makes you think it will help?"

"Enigma was designed to be a superweapon, the perfect Decepticon." Blitzwing said. "But... despite me playing a role in its creation, I never knew vhat Megatron planned on doing with it."

"You didn't know anything? At all?"

"No, I simply created the battle protocols. I assumed he wanted a drone similar to the autotroopers." Blitzwing explained. "Primus, was I wrong."

"Why did you side with the Decepticons?" Ratchet asked.

"It seemed like the right thing to do at the time." Blitzwing said as he hooked up one end of the patch to the back of my helm. "But... when the war started to really heat up, Megatron showed his true colors. I tried to leave and go into hiding, but... Megatron found out and had me sent... sent to her."

"Who?"

"Blackarachnia." He shuddered. "She... she was the one who turned me from a flyer to a triple changer. And since then, i... I've been too afraid to challenge him or to run away until recently."

"What made you turn?" Blitzwing paused a moment and glanced over to my frame with a softening expression.

"It was something he said to me." Blitzwing said. "He said zat Megatron can only control me vith fear for so long. He was right, and since he gave me freedom, I shall undo my greatest mistake." He looked down at Ratchet with a strange flicker of blue in his optics for a brief moment before returning to crimson. "Do not allow anyone to disconnect the path prematurely. It will cause serious processor damage."

"I'll do what I can." Ratchet said. "Just... please bring Y/D back safely. I'm taking a great risk with this."

"I am too." Blitzwing sat on the floor and connected the patch, his frame stiffening and his optics going blank.

His consciousness was transported into my mind, which looked like it was covered in shattered shards of mirror scattered across a black void.

'Y/D?' He called out, his voice echoing in the void.

'Ohohoho!' His Random persona giggled as it materialized next to him. 'It's like one of those human fun houses!'

' SHUT IT YOU ADDLED BRAINED IDIOT!' His Hothead persona barked as it appeared on the other side. 'WE NEED TO FIND Y/D AND ENIGMA!'

'And then turn  Enigma into a servo salad?' Random cackled.

'AND BREAK IT INTO TINY PIECES!'

'Zen let's go!' Ranom giggled.

'Hold on.' Blitzwing said, silencing his two ther personas. 'Do you hear that?' The other two heard quiet sobbing somewhere in the void, the trio quickly running through the shards and following the sound.

The crying grew louder and louder until they saw me hunched over with a massive figure looming over me like a shadow, wires and cables slowly creeping and attaching to my frame like tendrils of a sickening creature, each time they made contact with my frame I would let out a cry of pain.

'Y/D!'Blitzwing called out to me, my helm whipping around to reveal 4 sets of optics, each pair a different color.

'GET AWAY!' I cried out, my voice sounding like 4 speaking at once. 'DON'T HURT ME! I DONT WANT TO BE HURT! PLEASE! NO MORE!'

'Y/D, it's me.' Blitzwing said gently as he continued to approach, more and more details of my now drastically changed form coming into view. I had multiple arms, my helicopter blades were split into 3 separate sets of rotars, my legs were twisted and tangled in the wire, and cabling of the distorted figure that towered above. 'Everything will be okay now.'

'NO! YOURE JUST ANOTHER CREATION OF HIS!' I cried at him and his personas. 'YOU ARENT REAL! NONE OF THIS IS REAL!'

'I'm real.' He said as he knelt down and framed my face with his servo. 'It's me, Blitzwing.'

'Blit... Blitzy?' I whimpered.

'Yes, it's me, my dear. I'm here to help you.'

'I... I'm scared!'

'I know. But I need you to stay calm, okay?'

'Get... get me out of this.' I sobbed. 'It... it hurts!'

'I know your processor cannot handle this much data, and it is causing it to malfunction. What did you do?"

'I... I tried to save Enigma.' I said.

'Zat explains a lot.' Random said only to get whacked by Hothead.

'SHUT IT YOU STUPID DOOFUS!' Hothead barked.

'Yeesh, someone needs a stasis nap.' Random cackled. 

'Both of you quit it.' Blitzwing growled, silencing the two instantly. 'Y/D, do you know how you tried to save Enigma?'

'I... I tried merging him with me.' I said. 'I... it hurts so much!'

'I know my love, Enigma contains a lot of compressed data that has spilled out of its proper files. It's why it's attacking you right now.'

'That... that thing is Enigma?' I asked as yet another cable wrapped around me and dug into my frame.

'It's Enigma's defense protocol.' He said. 'It was designed to keep bots from rummaging around without the proper access. I can disable the defenses, but I need you to do something that I would never ask you to do unwillingly.'

'Wh... what is it?'

'I need you to allow direct access into your core consciousness, your spark.'

'I... but wouldn't that hurt you?' Blitzwing grabbed one of the sets of servos and held it between his own, his forehelm pressing against mine with a soft sigh.

'I can handle it.' He said.

'Are... are you sure?'

'Positive.'

'How... how do you know this?'

Blitzwing hesitated and gently ran a thumb down cheek.

'I... I was partially responsible for creating Enigma.' He said. 'The battle protocols at least, which is what is destroying you right now.' He hung his helm and tried desperately to contain his emotions. 'I... I would understand if you... you don't trust me now that you know or... or you'd hate me.'

'I can't hate you, Blitzwing.' I said as I tilted his helm up, another cable embedding itself into me. 'I can never hate you for doing what you thought was right. I trust you.'

'Then stay still, and relax.'

Outside of the patch, Ratchet was keeping a close optic on our vitals when a certain Elite Guard entered with weapons drawn and a snarl on his face.

"What do you think you're doing?!" Sentinel snapped.

"Saving my son!"

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[zeynatura]

So first i argue with a friend about his transphobic "opinion" of neo pronouns and then the next day I argue, with the same person, that his racist "jokes" aren't comedy nor are they funny and what did I get? a massive headache

This is what trying to save a 10+ yo friendship is like, and also when both of you are neurodiverse but seemingly in opposite spectrums communication is so hard ...

Is not like we haven't almost broken our friendship before, when I first told him, a cishet man, that I was queer it took him very long to understand but he did it and usually he's pretty open and supportive

But, and I think this is him being easily influenced by the media he consumes (specially watching certain youtubers), sometimes he repeats the typical dumb argument of "everyone has different opinions and they should be respected, you cannot force people to like what you like" 🤦

How many times do I have to tell you THATS NOT HOW IT WORKS!?

We've had this convo over and over to the point that I once literally told him: I love you and cherish all the memories we have together, but if you continue acting like that I don't want to be your friend anymore.

And we stopped talking for months till he reached out to me and told me he didn't want to lose me and that he likes that I make him a better person because I teach him about stuff he wouldn't have known otherwise and he missed me...

I just needed to vent before I prepare myself mentally to write him back, we ended our call abruptly cause of the argument and after he sent me a bunch of texts I haven't read cause I need time...

#im already struggling #this is not something i can deal with rn #zey rants

[goose-onthe-loose]

i understand and relate to your ex religious posts so much it feels like you're in my head, even though i'm exmuslim instead. i'm also 19, i'm kind of jealous that your parents took it okay. i know it won't be safe for me to mention my atheism to mine until i'm moved out and independent (which is pretty far away atm). i'm glad for you that you got away from that and found your own beliefs. do you also feel like you're stunted from your upbringing? if so, do you have any advice on learning how to be a normal person lol

Hey! First of all thank you for your ask, and I'm sorry for the late reply. I've been in the shadow realm for a couple days but I ate a bagel so I think I'm good /hj

Ok! Before the advice, a couple disclaimers. First of all, I recognize that my relationship with my parents is pretty unusual, meaning there are certain aspects of what you might call "the standard deconversion experience" that I can't advise on.

I wish I could reveal the secret formula for supportive parents, but honestly I just got stupid lucky.

And second, obvs we are from different backgrounds so like. Take this with a massive grain of salt. Perhaps even an entire teaspoon.

Now to answer your questions.

Yes, I definitely feel stunted in a few ways... like, I missed out on plenty of general teen things, like parties, dating, and extracurriculars. Because of this I'm a little scared for college, mingling with people I feel I don't have much common ground with.

And then there are the years I spent in emotional turmoil, trying to figure out if I wanted to leave, how to do it, if I was making the right decision, etc etc etc.

I also regret the hundreds, if not thousands of hours I wasted studying obscure Jewish laws, time which could have been spent on... literally anything else.

But at this point, I can't change any of that. So I'm trying to focus on what I can do; here are a few things that have really helped me.

Research! Google is your friend, and you can use it to learn about everything from secular social norms to basic life skills. I literally got all of my sex ed online, lol.

Which brings me to my next piece of advice: build community. This one was especially helpful to me. In fact, I think of my discovery of the subreddit r/ExJew as a turning point in my deconversion journey. Like I know the site in general has a bad reputation, but stumbling across that page genuinely changed my life. It provided me with something I sorely needed: a place full of people like me. Somewhere where I could vent, ask questions, get advice, and even joke around. Idk about the culture on the exmuslim sub, but I'd say it's worth checking out.

This was also a good place to find anti-apologetic blogs and books, which went a long way towards undoing the bullshit religious pseudologic I'd been inundated with.

And lastly, "coming out". This one is iffy, and you should only do it if safe. But I still recommend it, because honestly. After I had decided to leave, one of the hardest parts was pretending to be something I wasn't.

So... after a while, I stopped. Wrote a letter to my parents, sent a mass email to the teachers in my religious school. I chose not to tell most of my classmates, but I did find another closet atheist in my school, and she honestly made the rest of my senior year a lot easier. Just having one other person to look over at and silently agree, "yeah, this is bullshit," can help with morale.

And even if you don't find anyone like that, there's a lot of peace, I think, in speaking your mind.

I hope this helped, and I hope good things come to you soon.

Lmk if this was helpful, or if you ever wanna chat :)

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