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Already I’m seeing people who are saying the new Predator film is gonna be bad. I swear, this is why we can’t have nice things! These fucking negative nancies who will never be satisfied. People who’ve convinced themselves they’re the bastion of lore. The lore is wildly inconsistent to begin with. It’s all over the place! There’s also a lot of hate towards the main character and we know jackshit about her!
“She’s a Mary Sue teenager.”
She clearly doesn’t look like a teenager and actually instead a grown ass woman who seems to have character growth. Some people like to poke holes where there are none and I’m honestly frustrated with these types. That shit isn’t good. Doing that shit won’t get us anything new!
So, in conclusion, shut the fuck up before it’s even out.
#prey 2022#yautja#yautjalover#predator#haters can suck a dick#drown in your negativity#negative nancy#I’m so tired of these fucks#this movie is gonna be awesome!
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sunday
— i remain jaded.
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#sunday#dear fucking diary#i’m here to fuck shit up#negative nancy#diary#jaded#tumblr diary#diaryposting#personal diary#poetic#writeblr#writing#writers and poets#poetry#poetry blog
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Met this guy, he looked pretty cool idk, pretty punk to me. Gay too. But, his music taste? Your average gay guy, Taylor Swift and some other RadioPopStars! Boo… here I thought I found the queerdo-of-all-time!! But no, these freakin’ Tik-Tok-bred alt kids man… Think I’ll never ever be intimidated by cool lookin’ people again, seems like most of them are just plastic.
It’s like false advertisement to me!
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I can’t believe I actually have to say this but I got a negative Nancy on my last post. So I just want to clarify something. I do NOT ship Finn and Noah. I only ship Byler. When I make a post about Finn kissing Noah, I only want it to happen as Byler.
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I gotta vent, seeing everyone find the love of their life or soulmate while I’m sitting here alone makes me feel insecure and undesirable.
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I am filled with indescribable rage I want a lagoona blue creeproduction so fucking bad but Mattel is awful terrible no good very bad at stocking their shit. I know they have them Walmart says they are 25 dollars which means they restocked somewhere rather than these being scalped I wanna give you my moneyyy soooo bad and I can’t. Idk if they’re just literally brain dead but this sucks. I am legitimately starting to hate the brand more and more as time passes and no attempts are made to give a shit about stuff that isn’t the new ones or the 75 dollar overpriced “collector” dolls that are just in basic ass outfits plus plastic accessories. Idk I am really upset idk if it’s that it’s a public owned company and therefore old people with rotting brains are making these decisions or if they just don’t care about making nostalgia money. I want to give you money! I’m not gonna pretend I care about g3 and buy them out of curiosity cause idgaf it’s not for me and I don’t want it to be but my god why can’t they at least stick this shit on Amazon or something more accessible than fucking Walmart. I hate the shitty company that makes these dolls and peddles cheep garbage and I hate that they just don’t fuxking care. I want to buy a product and have ever since it was announced and the only way I feasible could ever is pay some asshole who probably bought like 20 at once 100 doll hairs for a singular fucking doll and not buy it directly!>:(. I’m tired and just sad now maybe this will finally make me grow up like everyone wants me to and stop buying dolls
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I will celebrate when we get another without letting one in.
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I saw someone on TikTok (surprising I know) say that She Ra has poor queer rep because George and Lance are the only MLM couple in the show. Wowwww, it's almost as if She Ra was written by sapphics FOR sapphics, crazy right?? (Not sapphics only tho, just to clarify.)
Seriously though, people are never happy istg, especially on TikTok and Twitter...
#stupid people#negative nancy#debbie downer#the fact that someone said this got me laughing and cringing
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First rehashing the plot of The Hurt Locker for Alex losing his leg.
Then the Harry Plopper references. So many of them. It’s like an Ode to JK Rotting.
The disjointed pacing and the complete lack of balancing storylines.
Now this Stargate-esq portal.
It’s like a crossover fanfic on crack. Is Sherlock and the Winchesters gonna show up? Will the Clave classify aliens as Downworlders? Wait wait wait, Nancy Drew is on the case! Klaus will definitely have something to say about wasted powers and misguided morals. The werewolves of Beacon Hills hears a banshee cry and follow to…Roswell! Stiles will surely have something to say about aliens. Probably like “I knew aliens were real!!!” and slap a very unimpressed Derek’s shoulder, who rolls his eyes at the tin foil hat Stiles is sporting. I’M BATMAN MY PARENTS ARE DEAD. Daryl Dixon’s crossbow.
I’m kind of glad it’s cancelled, kind of like a ‘told you so’.
I will be living in a world of fanfiction. (I’m talking at you @bydayornight 👀)
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There is a very distinct difference between being pessimistic and being a negative person
Pessimism is expecting the worst outcome no matter the circumstance
Being negative in general is just hating shit
Only realized this after I got rid of a toxic friend because good LORD he’s so negative and hateful for no reason and I now realize I’m not that kind of person
He would talk shit about your favorite character or game to your face if he didn’t like it
THAT is the epitome of a “negative nancy”
So remember this
#pessimism#negative#pessimistic#pessimist#negative person#negative nancy#toxic relationship#new year new me
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i want to girl rage right now.
let me girl rage. let me clench my fucking fists when you ask me to think for you.
i need to be more of a dictator. i need to know how to speak to mass minds. yes, mass because if three is a crowd than four is a mass.
i need to learn how to speak what i want done. im tired of reminding them, im tired of asking them to find ways on how they can remember—-
i am going to start asking them if they are blind, deaf or dumb.
why can’t i take pride in being the source? what am i skipping? what am I missing? what am i not doing right?
WELL- bitch——
I’d say — nothing— nothing at all.
Go the fuck to bed.
-x
#good night#rant post#mini rant#negative nancy#personal rant#girl rage#female anger#divinely protected#divinely guided#girl interrupted#diary#tumblr diary#diaryposting#personal diary#poetic#writeblr#writing#writers and poets#poetry#poetry blog#rant#thoughts into the void#deep writing#fucking mood#raw thoughts#sheviolentlyher#deep thoughts#spilled writing#girlblogging
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Hm.
I don’t think I’ve ever had a dom/me actually want to keep me.
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Now with Part 2!
Steve didn’t have the best track-record when it came to relationships. It’s not that he had a problem getting into them, he just had an issue staying in them. Or more accurately, getting someone to want to stay with him.
Nancy was the worst example of that by far, but even before her, there was a trend in Steve’s life. People broke up with him, not the other way around. And he knew why. Steve wasn’t stupid, or at least, not as stupid as people thought he was. He knew he was clingy, he knew he fell in love too fast, got intense too fast, he was painfully aware of the fact.
And he wasn’t going to go through it again. Robin had been the last straw, in both a good and a bad way. The romance aspect was obviously shot to shit immediately, but at the same time, she was the one person in his life, who wasn’t a literal child, that didn’t think he was too much. She was the one person who loved him back unconditionally, all of his clinginess and care one hundred percent accepted.
And Steve would take it. He got lucky enough to get someone to want to be in his life while knowing the real him, why push? A platonic soulmate was probably more than he deserved anyway. So Steve accepted the fact that this was it. Maybe down the line, he’d do what his parents did, get married for convenience instead of love. Have kids, the whole normal life shebang. But for now, he was happy to keep all that crap away from him.
But then came Eddie Munson.
Stupid, reckless, annoying, adorable Eddie Munson. Eddie Munson who almost died protecting Steve’s favorite child, Eddie Munson who had the prettiest eyes in the state of Indiana, Eddie Munson who ended up being the sweetest, funniest person Steve had ever met. Eddie Munson, who latched onto Steve with lightning fast speed, and made him feel like his life had fucking color again.
They became fast friends, half because experiencing hell together was a really great bonding experience, and half because Dustin refused to hang out with them separately now that their weird jealous feud was over. The little shit was obviously trying to play as a friend matchmaker, and it worked to Dustin’s delight.
Despite all their differences, Steve and Eddie just clicked. On the surface, they couldn’t be more different, but underneath it all, they were eerily similar. Both had shitty parents who hated them, both were fucking terrible at academics and would side-eye each other when one of their genius friends went on a smart person rant. They were both snarky shitheads who could make the other laugh like no tomorrow. They both wanted out of this shitty town, but were too afraid to leave their friends behind. And they just…liked each other. A lot.
Steve could, and had, spent hours talking to him on the phone, about anything and nothing. And as embarrassing as it was, falling asleep on there together was not a rare thing for either of them. Soon enough, they were almost attached at the hip. Even at work they couldn’t stay away from each other, either Eddie was loitering on the Family Video floor chatting up Steve, or Steve was impatiently waiting in Eddie’s passenger seat as he did a drug deal. And it was all so fun, just being with him. Steve kind of felt like he was on top of the world.
But then it happened. He didn’t know how it happened, but it happened.
One second, they were on their way to the movie theater, arguing about what they were going to see, and the next Steve realized it. He stared at Eddie, still in the middle of his rant on how The Fly was going to be so much more memorable than Stand by Me.
An uncomfortably familiar feeling was building up inside him. Familiar but different, more intense than anything he could remember. But he still knew what it was. It was that horrible, fluttery feeling he had with Nancy, but worse. Because with Nancy, Steve had been trying, he had worked to impress her, had opened himself up on purpose to get his heart broken.
But with Eddie? It felt like he was taking a piece of Steve without permission. He hadn’t even thought about it when he opened up to him, he just did it. He never pretended with him, he was just his bitchy, overly attached self, and Eddie had never had a problem, if anything he encouraged it.
In hindsight, Steve had never had a chance.
He was in love with him. He was in love with him and he wanted to puke. He had Eddie take him straight home after that, with a half truth about feeling like shit. And then he had to wave him off from trying to take care of him, the ass. Like making Steve fall in love with him wasn’t enough, he had to genuinely care about him too? It just made him feel worse.
He had called Robin immediately, because what else could he do? He told her the whole shitty story, and like the angel she was, she talked him through it, sexuality crisis included. She made the argument that if he could fight demons with his bare hands, than he could more than handle being gay for one dude. Which...maybe wasn’t the most sound reasoning, but it worked.
They developed a system, Steve could whine and cry to Robin about his hopeless infatuation, and hang out with Eddie like nothing was wrong. And when Eddie eventually moved on with a girlfriend, Steve would just lock himself in his room for two weeks and cry like a loser until he got over it. It was a good plan, and he felt like he had everything under control.
Until he didn’t.
It was another Friday night, and Steve was always over at Eddie’s on Fridays. And Saturdays. And Sundays. And occasionally on Wednesday and Thursday. Almost always on Mondays and Tuesdays.
Okay, so he borderline just lived there when he wasn’t working, but so what? Eddie always seemed happy to see him, and Wayne didn’t mind. He was reading a comic on Eddie’s bed, while Eddie was fiddling with his guitar, staring into space.
“Hey Steve?”
“Hm?”
Eddie was quiet for a second, pausing before asking, “Why don’t you date girls anymore?”
Steve was only half-listening, still engrossed in what he was reading, “Don’t really have the time.”
“But you do have the time. Like…now is the time. You can tell me if I’m the one getting in the way of that.”
Steve shrugged, flipping the page, “You’re never in the way. I just like spending time with you more than random girls, y’know?”
He could hear Eddie put down his guitar to join Steve on the bed, his voice a little shaky, “Steve, if I ask you something that’s, uh, kinda out there, will you promise you won’t be mad?”
Steve rolled his eyes, impatient as he re-read the same part over again, "If it’s quick, I’m getting to the good part here dude.”
Eddie took a deep breath, voice soft as he asked, "Are you in love with me?”
Steve could feel his heart stop in his chest, and for a brief second, he couldn’t help but wonder if this is what a heart attack felt like. His head shot up, comic forgotten, eyes wide as he stared at Eddie’s questioning face. His mind was racing too fast to form a coherent thought. How did he figure it out? Was Steve that obvious? Was…was he mad? Would he be mad? Would he hate him? Call him a queer and kick him out of the trailer? By the time he thought of the simple answer to just deny it, he had already been staring at Eddie with his mouth hanging open for a full minute.
The window for believability was definitely closed on that front.
The whole thing felt unfair. He…he had tried this time. Really, really tried to not let his stupid feelings come into play, but here he was again, caught and about to get his heart smashed to a thousand pieces.
Eddie was still waiting for an answer, tense as he searched Steve’s face. Steve licked his lips, opening and closing his mouth like an idiot before managing to squeak out, “I’m sorry.”
Eddie was still staring at him, expression unreadable as he asked again, “So…you are?”
Steve looked away, staring back at his stupid comic book as he nodded, vision blurring. Christ, he was going to cry. Eddie was going to scream at him, or never talk to him again, or god forbid try to be understanding while shutting it down. He’d have to watch their relationship slowly dissolve while Eddie kept a healthy distance away, probably take the time to fall for some pretty girl who wasn’t a clingy and annoying fuck like Steve was.
He froze when he felt Eddie’s hand on his chin, forcing his head up to meet his eyes. This was it, the end of everything. He could barely fucking see with all the tears in his eyes, but then Eddie was wiping them away and he was…smiling at him?
“Thank God,” Eddie breathed, leaning in until their lips touched. They were kissing. Eddie Munson was kissing him. And even through his shock, Steve was damn sure kissing him back.
Eddie was trying to talk to him, pulling away to get a few words out before going right back in to press their mouths together, “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this.”
Steve was the one who had to pull away, as reluctant as he was he had to make sure he wasn’t dreaming here, “Y-you’re not mad?”
Eddie seemed to vaguely understand that they still needed to talk, but that wasn’t stopping him from kissing every other part of Steve’s face, “Why would I be mad?”
“Because…” Because I’m a guy? Because you could do better? Because I’m a suffocating freak who already takes up most of your time? “Because I’m me?”
Eddie rolled his eyes, “Oh no, the man I’m in love with is himself. Whatever will I do?”
Steve froze for the second time at that, a smile slowly spreading over his face, “You love me?”
“I love you, you love me, and I would really appreciate it if we could just make-out on my bed now that-”
Eddie didn’t even get the full sentence out before Steve was on him, tackling him on the bed to smash their lips back together.
And sure, Steve was still scared shitless about the possibility that Eddie would wake up one day and realize he could do better, but for now? He’d take it.
#steddie#steddie ficlet#steddie fic#stranger things#steve harrington#eddie munson#you'll pry my insanely long posts out of my cold dead hands#Yes Steve#you are that obvious#might do a part two to counter all the negative Steve self thoughts#this one's forever kiddo#but can you blame him?#nancy did a number on the boy
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Me in twenty days… if you even care 💔🥀🪦
#fr tho#lots of negativity surrounding the game but i wanna be a positive polly#i actually like the way it looks#and at least they look anatomically correct and not like boxes with weird disjointed arms#the characters*#nancy drew#nancy drew games#nancy drew pc games#nd34#mystery of the seven keys#clue crew#her interactive
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concept: maybe don’t complain about how long it’s been since we updated when, once again, we are delayed by a week. Just A Week. Not A Decade. and we are writing 25k+ chapters. thanks
#like say you don’t have a concept of how long it takes to write chapters as big as these ones and go#sorry to be a negative nancy but i am simplyyyyy tired of it.
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