Don’t bash me for this, please. It’s an opinion. I have a right to it just as much as you have a right to yours. I will respect your opinion so long as you respect mine. /end disclaimer
Sometimes I wonder why I still dislike Tifa as much as I do. In the original game, I never liked her character much because she was so simple and nowhere near as complex of a character as the compilation has made her. Her only importance in Final Fantasy VII previously had been her connection with Cloud, being an old childhood ‘friend’ of his. Honestly, I had gotten the impression that the only interest she had gained in him was when he mentioned wanting to join SOLDIER and become a hero, like Sephiroth.
Her skimpy attire and large boobs also irked me, making me feel as though she was inserted in simply for fanboy appeal. I don’t know. I have a problem with all these scantily clad women in video games. I can forgive it, so long as there’s a good amount of character development and whatnot, but for the love of Gaia! I hate it when a character is nothing more than boobs and potential panty flashes. :l
I don’t even care for big boobs. I got plenty of boobage to spare mmkaythx.
But, I don’t know. It’s hard for me to accept what Tifa has become for some reason. A respectable, hard-headed and determined woman trying to not only let go of her past but persuade Cloud to do the same. Gods, you know she has to have some baggage herself but she keeps her head held high and doesn’t piss and moan about it.
So, after saying all those positive things about her, why can I still not let go of my initial impression of her? Why is this so difficult? Possibly because her recent character development is the only one (from the original game’s main party) that I’m actually really happy with?
Because, aside from Tifa’s development, the basic storyline concept, and the awesome visuals/action scenes in Advent Children… the movie can go fuck itself. There’s so much I could say about the movie… but I’ll save that rant for another day.
I watch the movie because its such amazing eye candy, not because I like the storyline or appreciate some of the transformations some of the characters made. (Like… CLOUD IS NOT EMO. SQUARE WTH DID YOU DO TO HIM!?) But yeah… I digress.
I just… want to shake this feeling. Weird, maybe. But. Tifa’s… not all that bad now. And. I can’t believe I’m saying that. I just… wish it didn’t take so long for Tifa’s character to come through.
Part of it, too, and I’ll admit this now… but, back in middle school/high school I had a tendency to be too judgmental on characters. Since then, I’ve learned to analyze and piece together characters more based on what I am given… and read between the lines. Ideally, there should be enough to do this to a satisfactory level without too much difficulty but… what, then, of supporting characters? -shrug- But… whatevs. This all comes from growing as a writer— you grow as a critic as well. In this way, I suppose my overanalytical nature is helpful but. Ah… anyway.
Personal rant time. Okay. Just fuck. Fuck everything right now. I’m trying really hard to see the positive in this and it’s hard. Fuck. Really.
I just got my financial aid check today. You know, after biting back the urge to kill and wrestling with the financial aid office for it, pretty much. Though, I admit— some of the blame for my current dilemma rests on me (and I feel stupid as fuck for this).
I’m still really frustrated over the fact that no one at the office bothered to tell me that I only had signed up for 11 credits when I needed 12 to be a full-time student the FIRST time I went into the office. Why? The woman at the enrollment office didn’t mention it either.
I mean… I know I should have noticed that one of the classes I signed up for was only a one credit class, but why did they have to wait until seven full days of classes passed to tell me? Especially when I had been in contact with them in the middle of the first week.
Now, here I am sitting here trying to stomach my lunch and wondering what the fuck I’m going to do with only two-hundred and some dollars for three months when my phone bill ALONE is 80 dollars. Then rent. Let’s not talk about rent. I already owe a little back pay. December was rough.
I need a job. But I can’t seem to look for one the proper way. Filling out applications is only the first step. There’s something intimidating about calling in about my application, though, and I can’t seem to do it after the first time, if I can even muster the guts to do it the first time.
I’m not saying this cause I wanna be a pity party, either. I don’t usually talk about my problems. I don’t even know why I’m writing this. I’m sort of panicked right now. What the hell is wrong with me? I just feel like such a failure right now. Fuck it. I’m sorry. I’ll just sit in my pathetic corner and try not to cry in public but that’s not even working. Just balls.
Yes there is something wrong with this, the correct is Cloud talking to Tifa when she thanks him for helping her. Found this on google and think it was funny haha ^^
Ffffffff so sorry I took so long to reply to this. /loser.
But, yes. When I reblogged that on my Cloud tumblr, I was only making a jab. Nothing to be taken seriously. I thought it was pretty funny myself, or else I wouldn’t have reblogged it. haha. xD
say, you like someone. you really like them, and you feel like they might like you too. life doesn’t happen like in the movies. you’re not going to one day look at each other deep in the eyes and make out passionately for a whole minute and realize you’re in love.
but then again, telling someone, using words, you like them, is so fucking scary. why? humans hate rejection.
but think about it. if you honestly told them your feelings, what is the absolute worst that could happen? they could say no. they could just not like you.
when that happens, sure it’s a little awkward. but if you guys were real friends anyway, the awkward stage would pass and you would move on.
or maybe they’re just as interested in you. think about it.
I never completely understood why it’s so scary… but then, my thought process has always been at odds with the irrational emotions I feel. I think one way, feel another. I am the embodiment of logic versus emotion. I can rationalize everything… except my own feelings.
It’s frustrating, really.
But you know what I think? I think we all, in our own particular ways, have a tendency to make excuses as to why we shouldn’t as such and such a person… and for a lot of us, those excuses surface enough that we begin to believe them… logical or not.
Now, chicken as I am, I’m probably not the best person to receive advice on for something like this… I mean, I’ve sucked it up and spilled my guts before, but I’ve lost so much confidence in myself in such regards, it’s rather pitiful. Bah. Subtle hints are never enough, though, and this I already know. Yet it’s all I can ever muster.
“there’s no room any more for hateful extremists. there are too many of my kind (christians) slapping their bibles around like it’s their excuse to be miserable. just because they claim they’ve got jesus in their hearts. but i’ve got news for them. the God i serve doesn’t take reservations. everyone has the same right to accept his love and he offers it freely. and that’s whether you’re gay, straight, divorced, on drugs, a prostitute… i don’t care. be who you are and love who you want. there’s always room to improve who we are. hell, i’ve got plenty of things to work on. but i can promise you that the people who waste their time trying to prove that God hated anyone are more of a problem to him than a man who loves another man with all his heart.”— Hayley Williams (via fuckyeahhayleywilliams)