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caligvlasaqvarivm · 17 days
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I used to despise Eridan and think he was the absolute worst character (barring Cronus ig) but you have shown me the light and completely turned my opinion around and now I think he is such an endearing little freak <3 I read your whole blog already but if you've got any more thoughts on eri or anyone else then I hope you post them bc I'd love to hear more abt it!
i have sooo many controversial opinions about the dancestors you have noooooo idea
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zukkaoru · 1 year
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i didn't even touch on the idea of dead girls in jjk in that yuki post from last weekend.. something about the idea of yuki being the strongest woman watching everyone else fall..... something to the effect of dead girls by penelope scott,, "you like us better dead". riko and kuroi. rika. mai. nobara. even those who aren't dead being broken down physically and emotionally - maki scarred from the flames & responsible for the destruction of her entire clan. shoko worn to the bone and surrounded by constant death, more familiar with dead bodies than living ones. utahime losing two of her students. kirara left behind. tsumiki spending ~2(?) years in a coma and then left behind as soon as she wakes. momo having to carry mai's body back. miwa clutching the last remainder of mechamaru's consciousness. both of them having to turn right around and go into the culling games. you like us better dead, you like us better weak, you like us better left out of the story altogether. yuki chose herself because she knew no one else would choose her, and now she has to watch every other girl who comes after her beaten down and buried, unable to reach her level of self-realization and acceptance, unable or unwilling to choose their own life over the lives of others. and what can she do? she's just the no-good special grade who bums around overseas doing nothing; she's the one no one likes; she's the one who has never helped anyone, right? why would anyone listen to her?
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elaena · 9 months
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I was talking about this with someone but the argument of "x didn't deserve that" on media rings so hollow to me because well. Death and the atrocities inflicted on someone aren't a moral judgement. Discussing whether characters deserved to be punished or tortured or killed or have Bad inflicted on them isn't exactly going to lead anywhere—bad stuff happens to good people and good stuff happens to bad people always; discussing how we got there and what caused it and what purpose it serves (and what are the undertones on it) is a more productive conversation imo
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itwoodbeprefect · 1 year
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incident: found a decade old unfinished angsty draco malfoy/OFC fic complete with dramatic black and white faded overlay cover that i don't remember abandoning let alone starting but is very much still up on the web under a username people associate with me to this day. ego dead, brain injured.
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eldritchdyke · 6 months
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Sitting down to sketch out a scene in Locusts and realizing I 1. Still haven't named the main NERV-esque organization and 2. Still don't know what the planes the whole story revolves around look like
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oveliagirlhaditright · 8 months
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Fandom things I'm looking forward to:
Kingdom Hearts IV and Missing Link
Final Fantasy VII Rebirth
Final Fantasy IX Remake
Final Fantasy Tactics Remaster or Remake (whichever it is. I've heard both things)
The fourth Madoka Magica movie, whenever that comes out (seriously. Where is it? First it was announced as the Concept movie. Then it was re-announced years later with a new name, and it's still missing)
The Percy Jackson TV show
The Infernal Devices TV show
Maybe the Twilight TV show. Maybe.
The animated Smallville continuation that Tom Welling and Michael Rosenbaum are working on, whenever it comes out
I was going to put Baron and Toluca on this list (that's, like, a spiritual successor to the OG "Roswell" TV show. Majandra Delfino who played Maria in the show wrote the script, and she and Brendan Fehr who played Michael star in it. They're also planning for more Roswell cameos in later episodes), but it came out and I didn't even know it? But I have no idea how to watch it, though, as I guess it only came out in theaters in Albuquerque. Here's hoping it comes out on DVD or something...
The Ballad of Songbirds & Snakes
The alleged Firefly reboot
The new Daredevil show
The Batman Part II
The next part in Tom Holland's Spider-Man movies
The DCU, starting with Superman Legacy in 2025
The Five Nights at Freddy's movie and Help Wanted 2
The Iron Lung movie
The TV show that it sounds like Markiplier will be working on after he's done with the Iron Lung movie
The next Bendy and the Ink Machine thing being worked on
MAYBE the Hello Neighbor sequel. I know. I KNOW! (It's really only because the second game had to end on a cliffhanger.)
Five Nights at Candy's 4
Frozen III
Disney's "Wish"
The next and final season of the Clear Card arc of Cardcaptor Sakura
The new Avatar series (the one about the third Avatar in the cycle: the Earth bender)
The live-action Avatar: The Last Airbender series, perhaps
The Chosen season 4
#As for things that haven't been announced#Ffxvi when that of course happens#The ffx remake if that rumor is true#I'm still hoping we'll get one more season of full metal panic to finish off the show. Please don't end things on a cliffhanger!#And no matter what I'll forever and always be pulling for a twewy3. Please give it to us Square. Pretty Please? With sugar on top?#I also still (mostly? Kind of?) wish we had a new Buffy show to look forward to. but alas. maybe someday#also after khiv nomura's all but confirmed that next is a verum Rex. And I'm. Like. Already pre-excited for that if that makes sense. Lol#And I don't know how to feel about the new death note movie adaptation I want to have faith in the Russo brothers but mostly I'm afraid#And I just- I LOVE death note. You all KNOW I love death note. But I just don't know what can be done with the story that hasn't already#been done#Unless you just completely change it and then piss off all of us fans. Again#I said it once and I'll say it again: i wish they were making a code grass movie instead (which has the beats they're looking to adapt in#death note. but other stuff too. and has never gotten a live-action adaptation so at least if nothing else it would be original)#there's also a part of me that wants to get caught up on winx club and see if this new season (that's maybe a soft reboot? but don't quote#me on that) will be better than some of the last ones and start getting the series in the direction in needs to be going again. hopefully#and isn't there some new pokémon season coming out where brock and misty reunite with ash (i read an article about it) which confuses me#because i thought the show ended?#unless the article was just talking about an english dub of the season that already aired in japan or something like that#i also should really get caught up on all of the sailor moon crystal stuff. shame on me for not being so!#somewhat. kind of. the next garten of banban game. God help me#kindergarten 3 if there ever is one#slayers: a buffyverse story would have been on here if they hadn't announced it after i made this list and if i'd remembered to come back#and add it. but i listened to it and loved it:)
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this isn’t like a scathing critique on the degradation of intellectualism or anything just something ive noticed but a lot of ppl in fandom spaces. really don’t know how inferences work? like unless the media has the characters say something word for word ppl straight up are incapable of accepting it as a thing that happens in the story. any time someone talks about the media hinting at something or showing something happening via symbolism and parallels you get a bunch of ppl going all “oooh thats a cool theory!” bestie that’s not a theory i think you just weren’t paying attention
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talos-to-listens · 11 months
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I saw @cerastes posting about his mom and about how she like causing Chaos and Puzzlement, which reminded me of an incident.
My old workplace was in a mall next to a hotel, and we’d get a lot of tourists as a result, and they’d tend to get up early, and the mall has a coffeeshop of sorts which is open and tourists tend to go to it because it’s a local coffeeshop chain (Fun Toast for the locals reading this). For breakfast that’s really all the mall has, it’s that or Subway and Macs, and the tourists tend to go for the coffeeshop because it’s something they don’t have in their countries.
Now, one morning, I went there to pick up a cup of tea, as I always do. And I notice this American family standing to one side, peering at the menu. And I hear them talking amongst themselves, trying to puzzle out the different things on the menu. Because it doesn’t say “tea” or “coffee” it says “teh/kopi/teh-c/kopi-c” that sort of thing. And they have no idea what it means. And everyone is ordering in Chinese - they have no idea what the customers are saying either.
See, down here in Singapore ( and a lot of SEA countries) there’s a certain lingo for ordering tea aka teh or coffee aka kopi. You order a kopi-siew dai if you want a coffee with less sugar, a kopi-c if you want a coffee with evaporated milk, a kopi-ping if you want it iced, a kopi-kosong if you want it without sugar, a kopi-o if you want it black. And you can combine all these options so you could, for example, order a kopi-c-siew dai-ping for an ice coffee that’s less sweet and made with evaporated milk.
And all of these options are listed on the menu. And this tourist family is lost beyond all reason. However, like a ray of light from the heavens, who should turn up but Mike.
Mike is also an American. Mike comes by, gives me a wave of greeting, and then he notices the American family. He realizes, they’re relying on him to somehow decode the menu for them in a fashion they can understand - in fact they queue up behind him so they can (i think) learn what this guy was ordering and order the same and be (relatively) safe.
Unfortunately for them, Mike had been living in Singapore by that point for about a decade, and was fully immersed in the local culture and the coffee lingo. More to the point, he came to this coffeeshop very often and the staff there knew him. And, as I was to learn, he apparently was capable of being a massive troll. 
Fully aware of the hopes this family of tourists was pinning on him, Mike steps up to the counter. He opens his mouth to order. The family leans in with bated breath, hoping to listen in, that they can start to comprehend, perhaps, by proxy, what the menu means.
What does Mike do? Mike orders, in quick succession and with perfect pronunciation, a kopi-c-siew dai-gao, kopi-o-kosong-gao, teh-o-kosong-ping, teh-c-siew dai-ping, ying yang-siew dai-ping.
The tourist family’s faces change. From one of hope to one of utter despair. Worse than not comprehending, he’d ordered something that wasn’t even on the menu! But the staff knew Mike well enough that they made it for him anyway!
As Mike turned away from the counter, with his drinks in hand, I saw the biggest shit-eating grin on his face. I could only sit in awe and wonder at this man, who’d intentionally placed as confusing sounding an order as he could come up with, for the sole fact of messing with this random family of tourists that he didn’t even know. 
What about the tourists, you may ask? Well, simple. 
They (sorta) gave up, and just went with normal tea and coffee for their drinks.
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waffulaa · 11 months
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#6 YEARS I'VE WAITED TO JUMP INTO THE TAGS#avoided spoilers like the plague but the scanlations are finally over i am so grateful to them 😭#anyways if you're into theology astronomy philosophy action and comedy i highly highly highly recommend reading lessa#first two seasons are on we*toon but note the translation is poor with bad grammar and spelling mistakes#for the third season you'll have to [redacted]#it's been almost 6 years since the last official upload and its final season wasn't picked up for translation in all that time...YET#i have faith......faith that it will get not only an official translation but also physical english copies so that i could buy and keep 🥹#and admire that art the story the characters 🥹#pogo is such a master at this they're so cool#y'all are probably waiting for me to shut up rn but i will not ever be quiet about my favorite piece of fiction of all time#it's been an hour since i read the last episodes but I've already deprived myself of all the fanart that i could find on twitter#rting it all like a madman#this is like one of the stories that gets better after every reread#and where all the details connect and where nothing gets left behind#i just read through my 11th reread and noticed yet another detail in the early episodes that punched me in the gut and left me sobbing#ALSO i cant believe i forgot to mention but there's angst in it too 😭#peak fiction. i love everything about lessa both the story and the character#i wish more people could acknowledge it and pogo's works in general#very underappreciated. likely bc it isnt like mainstream we*toons and has a complex plot (it gets easier to understand i swear)#but it's top quality nonetheless#literally changed my life#anyways read lessa if you're looking to fill the hole in your heart and mind and everything#waffula talks
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demonfox38 · 1 year
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So, this was the weird thing I had a poll about a few weeks back. I managed to find it cheaper than $40, though!
Like, I'd seen Michelangelo and Raphael's Universal Monster Movie variants at the local Wal-Mart, and I was baffled on who would buy them. And then I found out that Splinter's variant is based on Van Helsing. Pride obliterated.
Try not to think too hard about how this interpretation of Dracula would work. Although, I guess the comic version of Shredder is kind of undead already, if you count being resuscitated by a supernatural worm colony as necromancy.
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ayrennaranaaldmeri · 2 years
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is there anything more cursed than discovering that yet another acclaimed piece of cinema is getting an american live action adaptation.
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theacstories · 5 days
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Not the happiest of news for anime film fans, but still plenty other cool news this week!
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thecurvycritic · 3 months
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Skywalkers: A Love Story is Breathtakingly Awesome
Imagine growing up in the circus and making your wildest dreams come true scaling buildings for a living. #skyscrapersalovestory will renew your faith in love while snatching every breath from your body. #skyscrapers #sundance #sundance film festival
In 2005, I played Killer Queen in “We Will Rock You” at the Paris Las Vegas.  One of my numbers required me to sing nearly thirty feet in the air on a narrow, lacquered platform that slowly spun in a circle.  But wait there’s more. All of this done in four inch boots and a full length leather jacket with a train.  Was I petrified?  Absolutely, but I focused on the person at the other end of the…
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euphonyonline · 7 months
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Mahabharata Chronicles
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Welcome to 'Mahabharata Chronicles,' a curated playlist that offers a captivating journey through the timeless epic. We begin with 'The Game of Dice,' a pivotal chapter that sets the stage for the epic's profound drama and wisdom.
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sydthadm · 8 months
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Broken Dreams – Chapter 3 – A Powers of Pakresh Story
The Memories of Steelhill
Arrora – Half-Elven Woman
21st of Trilqilst, 4986 A.E.
It had taken a few tries. My voice weak and atrophied from weeks of solitude. But I got the message across. Returning with a long length of rope, my rescuer tied two large loops to either end of the metal pipe I had been clutching. Hooks bent into in the metal catching each length in place. Slipping these loops over either arm he wore the contraption like a pack. Leaving the metal pipe resting against his massive back.
Draping my own arms over his broad shoulders and my legs between the rod and his frame, I could ride the metal bar much like a swing. My body pressed against his, a minuscule weight to carry for how much I had lost over my imprisonment.
While a horribly uncomfortable position, it afforded the two of us both speed and communication. My broken voice only inches from his ear. Allowing me to display the rings and necklaces I had forged. The gems of my cage. Knowledge. A poor trade: flawed information in exchange for my life, but it was all I could scrape from this retched place. And I would use every scrap to escape. I would make them regret what they had done.
They would regret letting me live.
My savior hunched himself forward, my body pressing against his. Slowly, carefully, with deliberate meticulous movement. Slinking forward, practically crawling our way through this warehouse of chains and iron. Past the mangled forms of Celma and Arjen. The shield-warrior’s neck twisted at an odd angle. A deep, ugly gouge carved in a swirling curve from his ear down to the jugular on the opposite side of his throat. Just above the collarbone. My rescuer held a second bent rod of iron in his hands. The pointed, jagged edge splattered with deep maroon. Held in front of him like a spear. I envied the twisted metal.
While Celma’s face had been sunken in. As if she had tasted something particularly sour. An almost cartoonish exaggeration were it not for the blood weeping from the obvious, crushing wound and her teeth scattered like rain around her.
Both of their eyes glassy and dead.
With an angry hiss, I can’t help but spit on them as we slide past. The saliva like fire flying from my mouth. The only thing worth burying them in. Anything else would be a waste of time and resources. I feel more than hear the leifr laugh at my display, his body shuddering beneath me. His chuckle mirrored by a slight nod and a glance. Mirth dancing in his iris’s for a second before returning to their hardened focus.
“there are – were – 14 guards. 12 now. their lea-“ my voice cracks with the strain of atrophy. I’m doing better by leagues already, but I’m not better. Not even close. It’s only the glint of jewelry in my mind and fear of abandonment that forces me to speak at all. “their leader stays at the far north end of camp. we’re in the middle.”
“Where do they sleep?” The voice of my new companion responds. His deep voice and dark tone do more than convey his intentions with the question. I try and resist the temptation to answer his inquiry. It would be better to cut our losses and leave now. But . . .
“south side. they complain about it, how far away the “head office” and the barracks are from the cages.” Better to nip this in the bud now. While we had the element of surprise. If we really were in the Uzaryn Plains, there wouldn’t be anything around us for miles. No caves, no hills, no towns.
Nowhere to hide.
My companion nods his head at my words in acknowledgement as we approach the entrance of the warehouse. “there are usually only two on patrol. but not always. keep alert.” He nods again. Passing the final few empty cages. The sigils carved into the bars glowing softly with an almost comfortable light. Pleasant even, were it not for the power lying beneath the surface.
My rescuer rocked low to the ground. Placing his shoulder against the large door of ramshackle wood. Opening the gate to this warehouse slowly, listening to the outside world filtering in. In almost imperceivably slow movement, the leifr opens the door fully. Allowing the wind, racing like wild dogs, to blow past my face. The chilling air bringing with it the scent of grass, dirt, and open sky.
Freedom.
Content with the emptiness of our vicinity, the leifr begins to creep his way forward. Picking his way out of our den of chains. I’m struck by the oddity of our situation. Not simply the strangeness of our imprisonment; the sheer scale of magical runes involved notable in and of itself. Nor the strangeness of my past and my companion’s baby-blue form. Nor the large structure we had been caged within, a rarity in this mostly barren plain.
It’s all of these oddities pilling up. One atop the other.
What was the purpose of all this? There had to be a point to it. Though I found this creeping curiosity dying with every step my rescuer took. Better to keep focus on the now. Inquiry would come later.
His steps were agonizingly meticulous. Each footfall placed with deliberate care. Head on a swivel, listening, looking, doing everything in his power to ensure we made it to our destination. I did what I could to help, taking in the surroundings of this camp for the first time.
Crowded and dirty. Worn pathways cut into swaying grass through sheer frequency of use. Dozens upon dozens of old crates lined the winding foot-trails. All of them massive. Each one easily large enough to fill the entire back of a caravan wagon. I tried to look beyond their hulking frames. To peer past and see where we were. Looking for a landmark, a single suggestion as to our location. But with only the barest sliver of moon in the sky, the pitch darkness of night made it impossible.
Slowly, steadily, using the stars as a guide, we approached our destination. Rising like the head of some great beast, a second warehouse-like structure jutting from the flattened ground. The soft murmur of celebratory voices heavily muffled by walls and distance coming from within.
The barracks.
Crouching to one knee, the leifr stops his pace forward. His eyes glancing questioningly back at me. I nod my head at the unasked question, my voice struggling to find purchase in my throat. “sometimes they celebrate after a . . . – sorry – after a big catch. the guards on duty complain when they miss out.”
“How long?” Comes the reply. His voice soft but the tone incredibly hard. A cold edge to the question.
“a long time. but they won’t expect Celma or Arjen back. they’re supposed to be out all night.”
Nodding his head in understanding, he refocuses his gaze back onto the building in front of us. A prayer I can’t hear bubbling at the end of every breath. The muscles of his back stiff and contracted as the gargantuan man lumbers even closer to the ground. My body almost laying flat against his. Our profile hidden deeply in the swaying grass of the plains. Waiting for the cultists to go to bed.
Waiting to strike.
With the rejuvenating power of the Eternal once again flowing in my veins. With the invigorating rush of freedom billowing through my lungs. With the promise of muscle and truth of steel prepared below me. With hope at my fingertips, I ready myself. Preparing to take revenge for Adrian. For Quelle. For Tyrim, Rhall, and Kerra. For myself.
And I begin to chant.
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bringmemyrocks · 3 months
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A Gazan's reflection on the ICJ rule and his family who is still living in Gaza.
Reel link for those with instagram--comment in support/visibility if you can: https://www.instagram.com/reel/C2kYzKbuzAy
Key takeaways, but please watch the reel. There are English captions.
Many Palestinians in Gaza (talking ordinary ppl, not influencers or activists) have been raised not to engage with politics. [I add for clarity, this is their parents trying to keep them safe] and as such may not have followed Western politics for the past few years.
Palestinians living in Gaza, including his family, genuinely thought this ruling could end the ongoing genocide. They had real hope that the ICJ could save them.
Many Gazans' hopes have completely evaporated as a result of the ICJ not calling for a ceasefire.
The ICJ ruling is an important start, but it is not enough for the hundreds who are dying each day as a result of this occupation.
We need to keep helping Gaza in any way we can.
Important: Mohammed, the creator of this video, has a GoFundMe for his family, which I have personally verified. Note that the narrative in the GFM is that of his brother Faress, a nurse at Al-Shifa hospital: https://www.gofundme.com/f/from-devastation-to-hope-a-nurses-family-journey
His family is currently living in a tent in Rafah after being displaced from Northern Gaza. Please donate if you can.
Mohammed's story was featured in the New York Times in November 2023 (un-paywalled) excerpt:
“Here I am having whatever I want,” said Mohammed Salah Arafat, a Washington, D.C., resident with a brother still in Gaza. “When it comes to food, when it comes to freedom, when it comes to rights, when it comes to freedom of movement, the feeling of guilt is killing me,” said Mr. Arafat, 30, who left Gaza in 2018.
Mohammed also has a poetry blog here: https://moharafat.wordpress.com/ and you can sign up for updates (like with substack or medium) if you input your email at the bottom of the page.
Don't stop demonstrating--find local actions from PYM, PSL, JVP, and SJP on Instagram, don't stop calling (It does help--leave your name and zip code so you're counted--Bernie just called for a ceasefire and Katherine Clark has come close), don't stop spreading awareness.
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