#shitty feedback

[blossomwritesthings]

Hi there, just want to give a little feedback for 'Do you feel my hand, it is there' (you don't have to publish this ask). Y/N developed feelings for Minho way too quickly, there was little build up over there. For a doctor and someone who's in his late 20s, the way Minho’s character was portrayed did not mirror that. It was as if he was still in his early 20s and still a little immature. Doctors or someone with a fancy lifestyle don't really drink using a red solo cup, it's more fit for a uni student.

The chapters were also very short. The whole fic could've been combined in 4 chapters. The itilicization was very confusing and overused as well. It was all over the place.

Overall, you're heading in the right direction. Just a few adjustments here and there. I hope to see more of your works in the future!

oh no, I'm gonna publish this ask alright... 😇

first of all, I find it extremely hilarious how you've sent this on anon. you're truly a coward, to want to shit all over me and my work and then keep yourself on anon. that's literal clown shit right there. 🤡

second, let me make it CRYSTAL CLEAR that I do not need your feedback. whether it's good or bad. and if you have nothing good to say, keep it your fucking self.

y/n didn't develop feelings for minho too quickly. if you fucking READ between the lines throughout the fic, you'd realize that she always had a thing for him, but had been suppressing her feelings. but it's alright, I know your tiny, pea-sized brain could never grasp such a concept... 🥺

also, news flash - most men don't fully mature into their well into their 30s. even as adults, everyone acts immature at times. and when you've been under such pressure and repressing things for so long, I'm sure YOU'D act immature if you were in Minho's shoes. also, this is FANFIC. this aren't supposed to be wholly realistic. so use your fucking 💫 imagination 🌈 and realize that.

lmao and how the fuck do you know what doctors do and don't do?! 😂 you're getting butthurt over a single cup that was mentioned like, 2 times. get over yourself. 💀

I love how you're shitting all over my work under the guise of 'giving feedback' and then you're complaining about the chapter lengths. bitch, if you don't like it so much, STOP READING. no one's holding a gun to your head and forcing you to read my work. and I enjoyed splitting the fic up into separate parts, it made things fun. 😉

haha now you're criticizing my style... wow, you're truly on a roll now!! if the italics bothered you sooo much, you should've stopped reading. not everyone is going to mesh with my style and that's okay, but I sure as hell don't appreciate someone like you sending me this long ass 'advice' over how I write.

last time I checked, YOU weren't writing a 40.k word fanfic!! 🧐 and let me kindly remind you that I don't owe you a damn thing. I can write however I want, whenever I want. I'm not writing for anyone else's approval and I'm sure as hell not spending a month of my time writing a fic like this that has meant a great to me personally, only to have someone like you criticize almost every part of it.

get the stick out of your ass and go live your life instead of spending your time sending comments like this to writers who break their backs to MAKE FREE CONTENT FOR YOU. and I don't appreciate your little 'adjustments' at all. so I'm going to keep living my life and thriving while writing the shit I WANT to. and for your information... no, I won't stop using my style, so you can just fuck right off completely disrespectfully and go to hell. I hope you have a horrible day. 🙃

[seldompathic]

Okay, so hear me out.

I've been thinking about comic ideas all day, and while there's DEFINITELY a few things I'd have to sort out (The whys & hows, all that fun stuff), I think I may have a candidate.

Would anyone be interested in a miniseries centered around Shadow and Classic Sonic?

I don't know how it'd happen quite yet, but the idea of Shadow having to work with Sonic when he's just a little guy opens SO many opportunities. Heartwarming moments, (though Shadow would never admit that they happen), learning about Sonic's past before Tails was around, and the absolute whiplash that comes with that information. I feel like it goes without saying, but just in case, this would NOT be sonadow LMFAO. Just Shadow being forced to work with the kid version of Sonic to get back home. UGH. Idk it's been rotting my brain today and I want OPINIONS 👀👀👀

[elfcollector]

WE’RE EXCITED TO ANNOUNCE...HE’S DEAD.

THE MURDER OF SONIC THE HEDGEHOG (2023) — developed by SEGA

[sheila--e]

Some sort of Sheila E. force possessed me last night and I sent her over to Japan.

[sergle]

this might just be the pessimism talking but there are times when I feel the body positive movement is straight up Over. even stuff from now that’s meant to be body positive, or is packaged in that way, is of a lower caliber. like it feels like it’s gotten worse.

[blairamok]

sometimes i come onto the internet, a place such as tumblr or instagram or x dot com, and see a tag or comment, or two, or three, that make me take a very very deep breath and convince myself not to just give it up— it being art, or very recently now this silly figure skating AU that is meant to be fun for me, but the lack of tact and general disregard for etiquette people seem to have when leaving their thoughts behind on my work can make that very very hard

[ganondoodle]

i feel like my validation fueled drive to draw is running low so even tho i kinda want to draw non fanart or game dev stuff i cant get myself to do it bc i know it wont get much attention

[wheredidalltheusersgo]

The Stranded and The Scaly

Chapter 14: A day to recover

Day 8

Chapter warnings: Vomit, blood

Ba-dump.

Ba-dump.

Ba-dump.

Geoff's heart pounded in his chest loud enough for Ezekiel to hear it from a few feet away. At least it was beating a little slower than before.

Geoff was currently laying on his back with the baby gopher clutched to his chest. The weight on his chest provided by the gopher was strangely comforting, and it was helping to keep him grounded. He briefly recalled a breathing exercise Bridgette had taught him last year, maybe it could help him calm down.

He took a deep breath and held it in, counting in his head.

1...2....3...4.

On the fourth second, he exhaled slowly.

Huh, that made him feel a bit better. After four seconds of holding his breath, he repeated the exercise.

Over at the small stream in the cave, Ezekiel was wringing water out of a small piece of cloth. Geoff focused his eyes on him as he walked over. Zeke gently brushed a lock of hair out of Geoff's face and began to wipe away the blood smeared around his mouth with the damp cloth. The gesture was strangely soothing, Geoff thought as he sighed quietly. While he cleaned Geoff's face off, Ezekiel began to stroke his thick, blonde hair. Geoff couldn't help but let out a weak purr as his eyelids grew heavier. In the next minute, he was fast asleep.

When he noticed Geoff was out like a light, Ezekiel took this as his cue to continue with the cleanup job he was doing. After washing the cloth out, he began to scrub the blood off Geoff's claws. It was a tricky task because of how much blood was caked under them, but there was nothing a little elbow grease couldn't fix. Geoff had really gotten roughed up, hadn't he? Ezekiel took a moment to rest his head on Geoff's chest and feel the slow rise and fall of it as he breathed. For a cold-blooded mutant, he was surprisingly warm...

Ezekiel just couldn't help himself from falling asleep as well.

When Geoff woke up, he was aware of three things. The grime that had been scrubbed from his claws, Ezekiel using his chest as a pillow, and the overwhelming nausea he felt.

Moving Zeke and the gopher off his chest, Geoff bolted to the stream in the cave and hunched over in front of it. He retched. Bloody chunks and bile erupted from his throat and spewed into the water. Oh, how it all burned. This was worse than the time his friends had triple-dog-dared him to eat that muffin out of the cafeteria trash. He regretted going berserk on those wolves, because they were messing him up from beyond the grave. As he laid on his side and clutched his stomach, he was distantly aware of a small, calloused hand rubbing his back.

"Zeke?... is that you?.."

He recieved a grunt of affirmation in response.

"Man, I'm so sorry for causing trouble.. I didn't mean to go crazy out there, I couldn't help it! I-" Geoff's words were silenced by a loud sob coming from his own throat. Big, salty, alligator tears rolled down his scaly cheeks as he looked at Zeke. The smaller boy immediately cupped Geoff's cheeks and tried to wipe his tears away with his thumbs. After all he'd done, Zeke was still trying to comfort him. Geoff really didn't deserve his little buddy. He gently nuzzled into the smaller boy and whimpered quietly.

"Still need rest, come."

Ezekiel wiped Geoff's mouth with the damp cloth from before and guided him back to the spot he was originally resting in. Geoff laid on his back and held both Ezekiel and the gopher close, sighing contentedly. At least he got all those wolf guts out of his system. He felt a bit better now.

Geoff stared down at Ezekiel, who had snuggled into his chest and shut his eyes. He couldn't help but smile a bit, the little fella was like a kitten! He gently stroked Ezekiel's hair with his now-clean claws and recieved a small smile from the little mutant in return.

After a few minutes, Geoff let himself fall asleep once more.

Unbeknownst to the two mutants, however, they were being quietly watched. The cameras hidden all around the island had captured Geoff's massacre in high definition.

"Well, well, well! So Scott WASN'T lying after all!" A small cackle could be heard from within the dark studio.

"Chef, it looks like we've got ourselves a gator to trap!"

-----

[introspectivememories]

excerpts from my months old wip "think i'll miss you forever (like the stars miss the sun in the morning sky)"

[queerofthedagger]

"you don't have to read unfinished fics but if you don't you contribute to writers abandoning - " right this is gonna make me sound like a bitch again but as someone who 1. writes their entire first draft before starting to post and deals just fine, 2. doesn't read WIPs because I have the memory of a fucking goldfish, and 3. thinks that guilt-tripping even prefaced by 'well you don't have to -' sucks, actually, I'm here to tell you, as a writer and a reader both: it's fine not to read WIPs. It's not your responsibility to handle writers issues with external vs internal motivation. writers don't owe anyone a finished story but we also aren't owed shit, stop fucking guilt-tripping people about their hobbies do you really not see the goddamn irony or??

[cathodic-clairvoyant]

There's a lot about discussion of hdwr that baffles me (not all discussion to be clear, because i do think there's a lot of good discussion about hdwr. But equally so are there the ones that make you wonder if you're reading the same story) and I think one that is especially annoying is the constant infantilization of miwa as this passive eternal victim. It drives me up a wall because this is quite literally an issue she's struggled with within the text of the story! She had an arc about how she dislikes how people treat her this way like towards the beginning of the story! And like even ignoring that, this story is about like nuanced and realistic portrayals of being in relationships and learning how to navigate them and so it's like what's the point if you're going to immediately reduce the characters to "the victim" and "the victimizers?" Is that even interesting? Is that a useful lens to look at interpersonal relationships?

[rubenesque-as-fuck]

Creativity demons please give me the energy to start a new painting tomorrow

[nwarrior777]

I AM MAKING A GAME IN POWER POINT HAHA LOL #JOKE... UNLESS?

Unless It's not!!! I've made 2 chapters out of 5 in early version! It is actually already playable, just has rough visual and unchecked (grammar) text!

BUT! I need feedback

The Power Point choice was actually The Choice, because idea behind the game is "it must be accessible for as much people as possible". But i am kinda confused because my friends feedback giving me thoughts, that maybe it's not so accessible choice as i thought

So! A couple of Feedback Posts! Second one (first is right below in my blog, it was about disability aspect):

People, do you even have access to Power Point at all??? Or something like this?

(tumblr's polls are week most long, sorry, can't make it last longer, so, if you find out this post and it's closed, but you have things to say, you welcomed in notes)

[57sfinest]

actually i do want to make this a post. it’s so interesting to think about harry from other people’s perspectives, especially if they’re people who were around him before martinaise. because the thing about harry is: he’s a spectacle. there is not a single person left to him who genuinely *cares*. but there are people who take an interest for interest’s sake. harry is the car crash that people can’t look away from, and it’s such a rich lens to view him through.

let’s exclude jean, judit and trant because there’s already enough you can say about them as the sole remaining members of the major crimes unit. think of the other officers who worked at the 41st. whether they worked in c-wing with him or not, they were exposed to him. they had to be around him in some capacity. as a lieutenant, he was “responsible” (i use that term loosely) for overseeing a number of subordinates under the rank system. 

like put yourself in the shoes of a patrol officer at the 41st. you know harry as, in a word, unstable. a deeply unreliable man of extremes with alarmingly few personal attachments to keep him in check. he’s also practically untouchable as long as he keeps getting results, which he does, at a cost. so there’s never any point in formally complaining about him- he’s never going to be corrected or fired, so you just do one of the following: 1) keep your mouth shut (if you’re polite or playing it safe), 2) only bitch about him out of earshot (if you’ve got something to say but you’re nonconfrontational), 3) start shit with him but in a “playful” way that is secretly sincere (if you’re ballsy/have known him long enough), 4) or start shit with him for real (if you’re jean, or have a death wish). 

and the thing about the last two of those options- *especially the 3rd, which seems to be the favorite of his fellow C-wingers*- you have to know him VERY WELL to pull it off without ostensibly getting your nose broken (or worse). you have to know his moods and his triggers and what exact cocktail of bullshit he’s displaying that day so you know where the line is for this particular shift. whoever figures it out first passes it along to everyone else- hey, you can fuck with him about dating today, but don’t bring up the drinking or last week’s case or he’ll go ballistic. and it’s just like... he’s a specimen. you may not know him on a personal heart-to-heart level, but you know him the way a zookeeper knows their tigers, or the way the falconer knows their hawk. you know when to feed and when to back away with your arms up. it doesn’t make things better, but it stops them getting worse. (for you, anyway).

then martinaise happens and if he comes back- his instability is still there, but it’s not the same. you don’t recognize the way he’s acting. maybe some things are not as bad as before, but all of it is different and it’s impossible to get a read on it. you have no idea how to approach him now, or if you should approach him at all. there’s a new layer to his unreliability and it’s somehow even scarier than before. there’s a tiny tiny calm in his storm, finally, and you don’t know when it’s going to break or what’s going to break it. you hear he’s finally actually kicking the booze and maybe you just scoff and move on, or maybe you let yourself root for him. really it all depends on how long you’ve known him, how many times you’ve seen him *try*. how sympathetic you are to his conditions and how patient of a person you are. how many times he’s hurt you (because that number is rarely going to be zero). no matter what, you’re going to be left wondering. you don’t know how much of him is gone. you don’t know how much is going to come back. you’re not sure how much of each you *want*.

[syscourse-spillway]

"Sometimes alters need to be jailed for our own protection, uwu! Especially in RAMCOA systems!"

Speaking as a RAMCOA system ourselves: No they don't. No they fucking do not. And, if anything, you should be jailed for even fucking suggesting that. What the ever loving fuck is wrong with you? How the fuck do you think recovery is going to happen if you're perpetuating horrors like fucking incarceration on each other? Does that sound like something recovery-oriented, or does it sound like the way the abusers and the perps would fucking do it? Do you think you can get better by doing things the same way they did?

There is always another way. Always. Speaking to your alters, having patience, compassion, talking it out, trying to come to an understanding. If someone is acting out, what is jailing someone going to do except make the rift between you bigger, make the misunderstandings harder to overcome, reenact the fucking trauma?

If someone is at imminent risk of harming the body or someone else, then like... fine, get someone else up front with them who can be a protector and keep them from doing anything too severe. But for fuck's sake, I never ever ever want to see someone giving advice to others, speaking as if they know one single goddamn thing, and suggesting that absolutely heinous shit.

Do not jail your alters. You are only making things worse in the long run. And fuck you for suggesting others do it, too. You absolute sicko.

[dreamlogic]

2024 year of charlie gets a fucking break (hopefully. maybe. tbd.)