Patreon LogoYour support makes Blue Moon possible (Patreon)

Other Little Things That Bother You

Status
Not open for further replies.
cupcakemon said:
When somebody says they read your request thread then ask if you have an f-list when its linked in the first post of your request thread and is in your signature.

LOL. I feel this. Or when they say they've thoroughly read the req thread, then go on to suggest a theme or roleplay that you are clearly not interested in.



I got a callback for Cosette instead of Eponine in Les Miserables. For the second time too. All I want is to sing the role of Eponine ONCE. :(
 
Ariamella said:
cupcakemon said:
When somebody says they read your request thread then ask if you have an f-list when its linked in the first post of your request thread and is in your signature.

LOL. I feel this. Or when they say they've thoroughly read the req thread, then go on to suggest a theme or roleplay that you are clearly not interested in.



I got a callback for Cosette instead of Eponine in Les Miserables. For the second time too. All I want is to sing the role of Eponine ONCE. :(



Both of these!
 
When you do the right thing, and advise your partner, as politely and with as much care as you can, that you're going to be dropping the roleplay, and they don't even acknowledge your message. I never have, and never will, drop a roleplay without advising my partner, and have never had one dropped on me without discussion, but that makes me understand why sometimes people wouldn't bother.
 
When all of your role plays die at the same time. I've got nothing to look forward to when i log in except the vain hope that an interested party has PMed me regarding my request threads.
 
Tuesday's, after a Holiday Weekend. My brain's still at home, under the covers.

The incredible amount of people who cannot comprehend the distinction between 'Non-submissive', and 'Dominant', as if, if something is not an apple, it must be an orange.
 
Football season being over, particularly since my team lost the Championship game! Now I have to wait another six months.
 
People complaining about Halloween. You're not invited to the party then. Go sit at home, eat yer pita crackers and hummus and shut the fuck up.
 
When you can't remember the password or email you used for the Twitter you made when you were a sophomore in high school, and now you have to start over. Fuck. *crying*
 
Ariamella said:
When you can't remember the password or email you used for the Twitter you made when you were a sophomore in high school, and now you have to start over. Fuck. *crying*

Can't you recover the password? I'm not a Twitterer, but I have been called a twit, many a time. Edit: Sorry, missed that you didn't have the email either, that makes it a bit difficult.

When someone doesn't have the courage to say what they think, directly to you, particularly when it's patently obvious what they're thinking.
 
Most music videos these days. Softcore porn =/= music.

Advancing in my programming course and feeling like I have no idea what I'm doing.

My girlfriend getting angry at me for trying to do something sweet, that didn't turn out as expected.

Being asked to do something when you've specifically told people that you're not comfortable/don't think you're capable/just plain don't want to do it.
 
When you have absolutely no motivation to study even though you know you NEED to.
 
When people whine about being misgendered.

Most of the time I hear about it, it's like they're complaining that people can't guess what they desire to be referred as in their androgynous state. Like, genderfluid people who want you to use pronouns like Zim/Zer. Go help out a third world country, you self-indulgent hipster.
 
Rudolph Quin said:
When people whine about being misgendered.

Most of the time I hear about it, it's like they're complaining that people can't guess what they desire to be referred as in their androgynous state. Like, genderfluid people who want you to use pronouns like Zim/Zer. Go help out a third world country, you self-indulgent hipster.

Ugh, I know. Fucking over-sensitive pricks with a massive sense of entitlement... anyone who acts like that offline deserves to get flattened.
 
I'm genderfluid and I ain't even got time for that shit. Whatever pronoun you call me is fine, I'm not gonna make you change it depending on the gender I feel that day. People who do that bother me.

My graphic design teacher getting colors wrong. Red is not pink, brown is not blue, stop signs are not yellow and black. You are a graphic designer, you should be able to label your fucking colors correctly to a class you're teaching.

The fact that if I can't get a B in this class means I can't get into my degree program. Or even if I get a B in this class I have to get a B or A in the next two elimination classes to get into the program. That's a lot of stress, too much stress. I thought I needed a C at least to stay in school but if I want to get into my degree I need a B. Ugh.

Cold. Calls.
 
Getting so caught up in writing a response that I forget dinner is in the oven. Oh well, who doesn't like the taste of charcoal.
 
The four girls in the back of my lecture hall who think a Macro Economics lecture is a good place to gossip and discuss boy problems. Uh, S'cuse me Pumpkin Spice, I'm trying to actually learn. It's hard enough having to do math let alone doing it with your white girl bullshit contaminating my ears.

Starbucks is around the corner, so plz, #gtfo
 
Rave said:
The four girls in the back of my lecture hall who think a Macro Economics lecture is a good place to gossip and discuss boy problems. Uh, S'cuse me Pumpkin Spice, I'm trying to actually learn. It's hard enough having to do math let alone doing it with your white girl bullshit contaminating my ears.

Starbucks is around the corner, so plz, #gtfo

I FEEL YOU. The girls in the back of my Organic Chemistry lecture who gossip and then are like, "Ugh girl I don't know what's going on/This professor is stupid/Omfg I can't even/I just can't/Oh well lol 'Cs get degrees' ". I'm just like, all you dumbfucks can leave. You'd be doing us all a favor. And one of them is trying to get into med school, I'm just like, LOL.

Agreed, #gtfo
 
People who give advice who are either part or the cause of a problem.

Unrealistic expectations in a role-play. I know.. this is role-play, and some of that is expected.. but a 20 sentence paragraph describing the "intimate details" of something simple like unwrapping a straw and inserting it in a glass of tea?!?!?

People who never get it, and think it is the other person who never did.
 
Ruphhausin said:
Unrealistic expectations in a role-play. I know.. this is role-play, and some of that is expected.. but a 20 sentence paragraph describing the "intimate details" of something simple like unwrapping a straw and inserting it in a glass of tea?!?!?

Agree.

But then I couldn't resist,

The light shimmered off her mustard yellow food court worker-bee uniform. Slowly, she picked up the straw and let it roll along the absurdly long fingers of her freckled left hand. Tithandianisi had always admired the slightly thicker plastic of the McDonald's straw and felt a frisson of excitement wend its way down her beautifully straight spine, courtesy of those years of therapy during high school and asked with baited breath, "May I?"

The man unleashed his most devastating Snidely Whiplash smile and said, "But of course my dear." He then watched, his great hawkish yellow eyes fixated on the slender carrot-topped woman with her absurdly long arms as she ran the straw under her pert little nose and inhaled the scent of the paper wrapped plastic. But before she could actually begin the artistic process of unwrapping the straw, Sir Broderick had to ask a question. "I was reading the teleprompter for our scene just now and wondered, "Did you actually mean 'baited' breath like you had fishhook breath?"

The woman blushed. "I'll confess the thought of 'baited' did pass through my mind, but I definitely meant bated when I had the thought."

Broderick nodded. "I never doubted you for a minute my dear."

She smiled and slowly, with agonizing precision, gently tore the tip of the paper covering the straw from the red plastic and then pushed the paper down bit by bit, so it kind of scrunched down on itself like a paper slinky. When she finished, she put the paper on the table and let a few drops of water hit it, so the paper uncurled like a snake. Squealing, she stared into Broderick's disturbingly yellow eyes and said, "So much fun."

With a salacious wink, she dropped the straw into her iced tea. In the background, the counter called order 307 and Broderick rose to get their Happy Meals.
On his return, Broderick commented. “You do realize that was only sixteen sentences?”

Tithandianisi made that annoying little snort she did when challenged. “I knew you couldn’t resist commenting; and that my dear Broderick, brings us to the required twenty.”
 
Jolie said:
Ruphhausin said:
Unrealistic expectations in a role-play. I know.. this is role-play, and some of that is expected.. but a 20 sentence paragraph describing the "intimate details" of something simple like unwrapping a straw and inserting it in a glass of tea?!?!?

Agree.

But then I couldn't resist,

The light shimmered off her mustard yellow food court work-bee uniform. Slowly, she picked up the straw and let it roll along the absurdly long fingers of her freckled left hand. Tithandianisi had always admired the slightly thicker plastic of the McDonald's straw and felt a frisson of excitement wend its way down her beautifully straight spine, courtesy of those years of therapy during high school and asked with baited breath, "May I?"

The man unleashed his most devastating Snidely Whiplash smile and said, "But of course my dear." He then watched, his great hawkish yellow eyes fixated on the slender carrot-topped woman with her absurdly long arms as she ran the straw under her pert little nose and inhaled the scent of the paper wrapped plastic. But before she could actually begin the artistic process of unwrapping the straw, Sir Broderick had to ask a question. "I was reading the teleprompter for our scene just now and wondered, "Did you actually mean 'baited' breath like you had fishhook breath?"

The woman blushed. "I'll confess the thought of 'baited' did pass through my mind, but I definitely meant bated when I had the thought."

Broderick nodded. "I never doubted you for a minute my dear."

She smiled and slowly, with agonizing precision, gently tore the tip of the paper covering the straw from the red plastic and then pushed the paper down bit by bit, so it kind of scrunched down on itself like a paper slinky. When she finished, she put the paper on the table and let a few drops of water hit it, so the paper uncurled like a snake. Squealing, she stared into Broderick's disturbingly yellow eyes and said, "So much fun."

With a salacious wink, she dropped the straw into her iced tea. In the background, the counter called order 307 and Broderick rose to get their happy meals.
On his return, Broderick commented. “You do realize that was only sixteen sentences?”

Tithandianisi made that annoying little snort she did when challenged. “I knew you couldn’t resist commenting; and that my dear Broderick, brings us to the required twenty.”


ROTFL!!! That is actually okay, Jolie! Best laugh I have had today.. and that is, totally, what I mean... people who expect that sort of thing.. over the top. lol
 
Ruphhausin said:
ROTFL!!! That is actually okay, Jolie! Best laugh I have had today.. and that is, totally, what I mean... people who expect that sort of thing.. over the top. lol

It's a joy to make someone laugh. And yes! Scads of writing by itself unless it advances the plot, tells me something new about the characters, or introduces a fun new element isn't necessarily desirable.

But this thread is about other things that bother me. In this case,

It's the wrong Saturday. I'm doing a Photoshoot next Saturday and really looking forward to it. But this is this Saturday, so I'm kind of laying around the house bored, telling myself that I need to pick up and do some cleaning, but maybe tomorrow?

It's that kind of do-nothing, lazy day. Next Saturday though!
 
Status
Not open for further replies.
Back
Top Bottom