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ciraeus · 7 months
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Going feral over the galaxy of horror posters from NASA
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metamehta · 5 months
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Okay but imagine your cousin/friend is dating this guy and he kinda gives you the ick (in a c**ty fascist kinda way) but your girl swears he's okay and you're like not my circus. And then one day your girl and the guy both disappear. Years pass and you see the fascist and he's now the fucking President?? But your girl is nowhere to be found??
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And that's why I feel like Maude Ivory was like OH HELLLL NO to Coriolanus Snow. And decided to pass down The Hanging Tree song
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mrcformoso · 1 month
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I will break if S3 of GO comes around and Aziraphale goes down to Earth to ask Crowley for help with the Second Coming and Crowley agrees. Nothing's changed in their interactions. They banter and argue as usual. At first Aziraphale is elated, they're okay. They'll be okay.
Then he notices 2 things:
Aziraphale reaches towards Crowley, perhaps after being surprised at something, and Crowley steps away. It's so jarring too, because Crowley knows Aziraphale so well that he knows exactly when Aziraphale would reach out to Crowley before Aziraphale himself realizes it.
Crowley's sunglasses stay Firmly On. Even when they're alone together. Especially when they're alone together. Crowley even pushes them up more frequently when they're alone, as if the thought of his eyes being visible at all for even the smallest second was too large of a risk.
And Crowley would deny it, asking Aziraphale what he's talking about, and go on and about their adventure.
Anyway don't mind me. Just some stray thoughts. We shall pray for the mercy of Our Lord and Master Neil Gaiman.
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coldgoldlazarus · 27 days
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I think every media series needs at least one genuinely catastrophically dogshit awful entry, ideally from the original creater or creators, in there for the health of its fandom.
1: It acts as a hate sink outlet that might otherwise go towards less deserving entries or stupid inter-fandom drama.
2: It's humbling, and helps put things into perspective. Yes this series is good and there are lots of reasons to love it, but nothing is perfect or immune to failure. Yes the creator has done good work but they are still human and not immune to failure. (Though this one can sometimes fail and lead to someone getting a lot of vitriol they don't deserve, especially if they're a new creator taking over from the original.) Yes these other controversial entries have their own problems, but at least they aren't this one, and maybe we should give them a reevaluation in light of that.
3: It can reveal some pre-existing issues in the series that may not have been as obvious before. Like yes this terrible entry did this really bad thing, but if we really think about it, even some of the really good ones also had some of this going on, and maybe we should give them a reevaluation in light of that.
4: It can inspire deeper critical discussion of what went wrong, why, and analysis of not just what made it bad, but if and how it could be fixed. (Also a potential failure point depending on the dispositions of those leading such discussions, and usually a decent chronological distance from the initial release helps cooler heads prevail.)
5: It puts creative power in the fandom's hands, leveling the playing field and discouraging upholding of an Auteur mythos around the original creator. Especially in conjunction with Point #4 it can be a powerful source of "Fine, I'll do it myself" motivation to be creative.
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selenedistress · 5 months
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I'm not a My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic fan. Which is to say, I never bothered with it and never cared for it one way or the other.
But half of my friend group are horse show fans and I have absorbed so much about the show through osmosis, fanfic readings and select watch-togethers, that I have this weird, warped, allegory-of-the-cave-esque view of the show that I honestly really vibe with.
The Pinkie Pie I know has been reflected through so many mirrors and passed through so many filters that she has transformed into something completely new, yet recognisably Pinkie.
I know not what Applejack struggles with in the day-to-day, because none of the scarce material I have consumed, canon and not, talk of her inner world.
Rainbow Dash's voice is both the excitable, bold and throaty voice of her show voice actor, and the equally excitable but simple-minded affectation of her Rainbow Dash Presents version.
I love Rarity with all my heart, but is she the real Rarity? Or simply her idea? An equine Dulcinea? Nevertheless, I've been trying to train my Rarity impression. It's like posh, but also fun?
I don't have much to say about Twilight Sparkle and Fluttershy, but I am certain I will as time goes by. I will consume fragments of many different Twilights Sparkle and Flutters Shy until I have a complete image of them in my head. Not unlike that scene in The Truman Show (1998) where Truman collects magazines to create a collage of the portrait of the woman who changed his life.
So am I a fan of the horse show after all? I can't in good conscience claim that. That would be stealing valour from the people who care beyond the superficial aspects and engaged deeply with the material. But I'm happy to cheer along, like the kid being brought to a football match by their parents. Except I care a vast amount less about football than I care about MLP. I could get through the MLP movie (it has neat songs). I could never get through a football match. Alas.
I do unironically love Vylet Pony though, like, oh my god have you listened to Carousel? that shit is fucking tight. It slaps, it slaps me wholly and utterly. I've been listening and relistening to it for three days now. The album is a journey, you HAVE to listen to it.
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were--ralph · 9 months
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put the pussy in a pickle jar
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athousandbyeol · 7 months
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episode 8 stray thoughts
i can't stop cussing at mew and ray because good Lord, what the hell?
it's so ironic how mew insists he's leading a happier life without top when it's the exact opposite. it's also saddening to me how mew downgrades himself to the lowest of lows and thinks he's mighty and high and doing well emotionally when he isn't. it's just so not mew and i kind of understand that— but still, as much as it hurts top, mew is the one hurting the most in this. the jokes are on him, honestly. he's the one shattering.
and i love how top undresses mew— it's the first time he has ever done that. even when they had sex, they never undressed each other. but this moment right here kind of justifies that top sees mew beyond sex— top just really loves mew. and he's there to take care of him. he's there to exist for mew— even if he is no longer wanted. i'm going to pretend that top didn't say it was okay if he didn't get to be with mew in the end. that didn't hurt me one bit (i was choking on my own saliva because that killed me for real).
honestly, i'm so mad at ray. he... please don't make sand your second option. please don't toy with his feelings. i can't handle that, really. it's about freaking time you realise mew doesn't— and will never— love you that way. wake the f up, ray. please.
chuem, honest to God, thanks for knocking some senses in their heads. they really need this wake up call because no one is effing sober in this household but you and april. (and i kind of like this chuem/top friendship. i think she knows top's feelings for mew are genuine. i'm glad someone actually sees through top's feelings other than us the audience). if not, i'm going to bawl my eyes out because it's so obvious that top loves mew more than anything at this point...)
boston, really, are you going to be like this until the end? i wonder if something's going to happen to him? because i'm seriously rooting for nick and phi dan now... but i think atom will end up crying? does it have to do with boston? will he sleep with boston and end up being just like nick? will atom think he's special in boston's life? goodness. good luck then, atom. (and phi dan freaking ask nick to call him daddy dan. Lord. i died.)
chuem and april! i love you both. thank you so much. april, you're the best girlfriend ever. always level-headed and calm. it's so nice to see women characters not being interpreted as messy or emotional. (because ofts is where the guys are a mess of feelings and just very volatile). wonderful.
that little moment between mew and top though. "why do you have to be an asshole, top?" i just want them to talk things out because you can't convince me mew doesn't love top still. top is the only person in his head 25/8. and it breaks my heart how comfortable top and mew look together, lying on the same bed, sharing body heat. the look of contentment on mew's face as top embraced him from behind, and the fear in top's eyes because God knows if this is only for the night and not for tomorrow. i think top can't sleep at night. imagine how devastating that is. and how liberating it feels to be with someone who helps him sleep better. i'm crying.
i don't know where topmew's story is going, but i'm glad sand is just honest with his feelings. i hope that will help ray realise the person he loves is sand and not mew. i really want to see sand and ray together. sand deserves to be happy. ray too.
and please, top, don't give up on mew, okay? i know it's like going back to square one, but if you really love mew, please don't surrender too soon. mew will eventually come back— because only you can save him top. only you can save mew.
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duxinteritio · 8 months
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I am rewatching the BBC musketeers.
At the end of S1E5 Porthos asks if they ever thought he actually did murder someone. Athos and Aramis both look over at D'Artagnan who says "Never crossed my mind." And then Aramis asks if Porthos really thought they'd abandon them and he says it never crossed his mind.
The thing is we know D'Artagnan did think it was possible that Porthos killed a man in a drunken stupor. It wasn't much but it was a bit. And when Porthos answers about not doubting them he looks away and he's got a little grin when he looks back at them.
So in conclusion Porthos did doubt them at least but. (We do see this a bit earlier in the episode too) but! Here's the thing, the way those four look at each other...they all know it. They all accept it. They all still love each other.
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veirsewrites · 1 year
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All I want to do is write dialogue. Why do I need to “describe the setting” or “set the scene”, smh
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ipsen · 8 months
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re: no synthetic meat au
the political argument for ghouls’ existence rides on: they can make buildings literally indestructible but we have to feed them human beings
kagune-base infrastructure… the knowledge the the floor you walk upon took your own kind to create…
construction workers put out of a job? the suicide rates go up as capitalism struggles to continue its chokehold on the public as ghoul kagune uses and physical superiority make things quicker and safer… yet they must feed on human beings…
is their existence wrong? well, yes; they eat people, of course it’s wrong! but… now buildings are strong enough to withstand explosions and earthquakes. they can even self repair with the right build. money can go elsewhere. there was a factory accident the other day, but because the workers were ghouls they were unharmed…
maybe the world… can continue to be wrong.
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ciraeus · 1 year
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Here is a picture of my cat showing his displeasure about going to the vet:
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I’ve been having a lot of conversations with my mom lately about her childhood, my grandma, and trauma-informed behavior. Behavior, which still has a very real impact on my mom.
And my grandmother’s trauma? Fleeing Poland in 1939.
My grandmother died in November 2020. My mother is 61 years old, and I am 33 years old. These events, which seem to recede farther and farther into the past, are still so close, and still live with so many families. And that goes for all inter-generation traumas; not just the Holocaust variety.
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coldgoldlazarus · 7 months
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If you disregard the prime trilogy, and the manga, and the remakes, there's only three instances of Samus and Ridley meeting between K2L and Other M, and in that context, That Scene kinda-sorta almost makes sense if you squint.
Like, I get the defenses of That Scene, and I can't even say I disagree. Yes, trauma recovery isn't linear. Yes, she's in a bad headspace and old wounds are reopened. In a better version of Other M, and with a better framing and execution, That Scene could have probably worked. The idea of it wasn't terrible, out of context. But I think in context, with the execution it got, it's still actually just. Bad.
And it's like, if you're at a point where you have to ignore over half of the series and several better games to make one installment work, is it really worth it?
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argusthecat · 5 months
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Being on tumblr for the first time is fascinating because it doesn’t work like anything else. There’s posts floating around with no hint as to how long they’ve existed, no clue on when they were posted except guessing from the number of notes, and I don’t even know if that number can be trusted.
I feel like tumblr wants me to think of the place as a museum, but it sorta comes across like a graveyard.
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Weird fanfic idea that came to me at 3a.m.:
So the Kpop industry is a kingdom in the omegaverse, currently ruled by Namjoon and his pack, as Namjoon is apparently the strongest, most powerful alpha, there hasn't been one on his level in decades. He's the alpha among alphas, top of the top. And he rules with a kind but firm hand.
Everything is peaceful until some rumors start spreading among the population. There's this kid, a late bloomer, *way* late bloomer. As in, he should have presented like 6 years ago, but hasn't. Society doesn't quite know what to make of him so they sorta shun him. No pack would take him.
So, he decides to form his own pack where secondary gender or status won't matter. He'll take in the weirdos, the outcasts, the...strays.
This new pack is making ripples, they don't conform to rules, they're loud and strange and people aren't sure how to act around them. Worst of all: the leader has finally presented as a very powerful alpha. Maybe as strong as the current king.
Panicked and curious whispers start spreading like wildfire, that the one who could actually contest Namjoon's position has finally appeared, that maybe this Chan kid and his strays will attempt to topple the hierarchy. This piques Namjoon's curiosity and he invites Chan for a face-to-face chat.
The population is going mad with anticipation, expecting a battle that will become legend. The day arrives and both alphas disappear into the palace for an entire day. When they come out, they have an arm around each other's shoulders. They're...laughing?
"Same time next week?" says Namjoon.
"No, yeah, sure!" replies Chan. "I'll bring the beer this time!"
See, what happened is, Namjoon took a look at Chan and saw a kindred soul. There was finally someone who *understood* the weight of their responsibility, when you wield that much power. Someone who knew what it felt like to claw your way up against the current. More importantly, someone who could sympathize with being a single Dad trying to wrangle a bunch of rambunctious, hyperactive omegas with separation anxiety and no sense of self-preservation. He recognized in Chan's eyes his same worries as a pack leader and thought "We should be friends"
So now, every week they get together to crack a few cold beers and just enjoy the peace and quiet. Maybe talk about music or playfully complain about their members. Grill a bit of meat. You know, dad stuff. 'Cause they're the daddiest of daddies.
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tingedwithstarlight · 10 days
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I Can't Write Poetry
I tried to write some words today
But they didn't come to me
No matter how much I tried to grab them
They slipped right through my fingers
Why won't you give me the words?
It's all I beg for
I have nothing here in this world
And you take even the last solace I cling to
They say writing is a form of murder
But how else am I supposed to get through this heartache
This slow death that creeps up behind me everyday
And makes prisons out of thoughts
The night is not beautiful and the breeze isn't gentle
To hell with romanticising everything for the sake of 'art'
The words I write in this "poem" may be tasteless and uninspired
But they are true
I have been waiting my whole life for something to change
To meet someone I could talk to the way I talk with myself
But all I do is wait, wait and wait
And there is this inexplicable emptiness that makes me numb
At random moments throughout the day
I can feel myself weep and clutch my heart
Maybe it is a disease
Or maybe it's the weight of all my unexpressed feelings crushing me
This is the fifth poem I've tried to write this week
As usual it ends up being garbage
So I will leave it unfinished
I have lost my will to write
– AP
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