Since WoW is finally coming out this week, may i ask what's one thing that you are excited to see in the film and what's one thing that scares you to what could happen during the duration of the movie?
I already adore Jake and Neytiri's family and I cannot wait to meet them properly. The growing-up shots we've seen so far, even though they'll probably only be a teeny tiny portion of the whole movie, have already absolutely melted my heart and I am very eager to see it all in context gosh golly i will probably cry
Going off of that, one thing that scares me? Oh, easy. It's a very prominent theory in the fandom rn (or at least, in my corner of it) that Neteyam is going to die. It's not guaranteed, of course, but it's far more plausible than I am comfortable with and at this point I feel like I have to go in expecting it so that if/when it does happen, well, at least I'll have resigned myself to it beforehand so it won't sting as much. i hope. ;_;
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Ebyssian needs a lot more love IMO...
So here’s my take on what his dragon form should look like (i’m glad we all agree on him having antlers even in dragon form)
I decided to give him his face paint back (although just the tear-run because i like that part of his face paint the most)
Anyways i listened to this while drawing:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5l8Wzf9TaQE
(Before you say it, yes i know the original is Josh Groban - February Song but i knew the hungarian version first and honestly knowing the lyrics i prefer it too)
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Actually now that i think about it the hungarian lyrics fit Ebyssian a bit. Not perfectly but close enough. Here lemme translate:
I’ve lost a good few years
But i’ve been accompanied by a voice, by a name
Who i was as a child
I wonder what he’d think of me
I wonder what he’d think of me
Nothing turned out well
What i dreamed of collapsed like dust
But if you can still have faith in me
Maybe i can change it
Maybe it's not too late
And once again there's a song played on the piano
My heart imprisoned in a musical instrument is still alive
I still owe you a dream
And maybe the winds will change if they hear my voice
The mundane mask of the everydays
I let them force on me
But now i leave through the door
This house is collapsing
And you are waiting for me in the light
And once again there's a song played on the piano
My heart imprisoned in a musical instrument is still alive
I still owe you a dream
And maybe the winds will change if they hear my voice
And everything will be clear
And once again there's a song played on the piano
My heart imprisoned in a musical instrument is still alive
I still owe you a dream
And maybe the winds will change if they hear my voice
I’ve lost a good few years
But i’ve been accompanied by a voice, by a name
Who i was as a child
I hope you are proud of me
I hope you are proud of me
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while i'm thinking wildly about everything and anything, constantine's concept of faith is???? so nebulous to me. i know he doesn't have any, but it's hard to determine if he wants it, if he's ever believed in anything in a way that aligns with faith, if there was a loss of it or a growth in it or if it's been a void for as long as he can remember, etc.
however it started, i think the reason he doesn't have faith now is because he has seen time and time again that everyone — divine, mundane, infernal, fey, god, demigod, whatever — is united in their ability to be and act stupid. he's seen an archangel hobknob with mobsters, he's seen an angel hide an illegitimate pregnancy, he's tricked satan i think five fucking times, he's conned / blackmailed gods across multiple pantheons . . . he has seen so many constructs that people worship as absolute falter and fumble and fail with his own eyes, that he can never be arsed to even try having faith in any of them. at this point, the only difference it makes to him if you're divine or not is how blatantly rude he can be to you and get away with it.
i do think he kind of wants to have faith in something, though? he's hopeful at heart, despite the cynicism; he does desperately want better for himself and for the world, for people to be better. but he needs proof that whoever he puts his faith in would actually do something to better the world, actually care, actually try, and what he gets is the worst of humanity, the worst of divinity, the worst of the infernal, and the worst in himself, over and over again.
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Worst part of Dabi’s skin/muscle mostly burning off is that we don’t get to see any of his expressions, actually 😐 I find that extremely frustrating. Just a big ol’ skele face like:
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I’m sure there’s “emotion” or w/e in his voice, but we get to see everyone ELSE’S faces, not his, just big wide white eyes and teeth (reads to me like what he’s feeling is not important, only what the other members of the Todoroki family feel is important). I also saw someone else comment on the fact that the villains can’t really counter the heroes words right now, especially in regards to Spinner, and Dabi.
Spinner I only KIND OF get because he got a second quirk and it obviously did not mesh well with him - pre-second quirk get Spinner would have been able to at least challenge Shoji more instead of drooling all over everything and being like “dun care”.
A similar thing is happening with Dabi - and like again I kind of get it, like he’s in so much pain he’s bouncing in and out of consciousness, but he doesn’t even get to actively converse with his family. He doesn’t actively get to challenge them.
Don’t take this as any real criticism of Horikoshi because tbqh I feel that he’s starting to rush to the end of the series for one reason or another. Dabi in particular being reduced to “burning himself so badly he can’t consciously form a coherent thought outside of old phrases he used to say” is so gross. Spinner being reduced to “dun care”, even if it’s a side-effect of having the gigantification quirk added to him, is gross.
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Here are 7 little facts about my donkey and how his summer is going :)
1. I received an anon the other day asking if Pirou was still a working donkey who carries my firewood for me, and the answer is yes. I've been cutting some branches from the big cherry tree that fell down the other day, and Pirlouit has been valiantly carrying them to the woodshed—fun fact, for this activity he likes to wear his ears like this:
Probably because this T position is reminiscent of Jesus' sacrifice on the cross, which is how Pirlouit perceives himself as he carries heavy logs for me. He's willing, but his martyrdom should be acknowledged.
Here's Poldine acknowledging it with a nose kiss, because Poldine.
I stopped so they could have their little chat.
2. Pirou has been chatting with a lot of new friends lately—we met these horses on a walk and he was so happy to stop and touch noses with them while making equid noises. Llamas are good with the nose-touching but their llama noises are just less interesting to Pirlouit. He had such interested ears here! "Finally a serious grown-up conversation"
We also met this goose during the same walk and Pirlouit was a lot less eager to go say hi to her. The goose was yelling threats at us and we prudently stayed away, and Pirou was clearly thinking "this bird is doing a better job at protecting her home from intruders than Pandolf ever could" (it's true, Pan assumes intruders are friends until proven otherwise)
3. You'll notice that there are houses in this pic! Our walks got longer and longer until one day we went all the way to the village (it took 1 hour 20min at Pirlouit's leisurely pace). I was so proud of him. I've been trying to convince my friends to go to the village on donkeyback (this requires two people, because you can ride Pirlouit but you can't tell him where to go unless there's someone holding his rope and leading the way)—my friends were reluctant because they still sort of perceive Pirou as the feral animal terrified of everything that he was when I got him. They know he's made a lot of progress but going to town on donkeyback still seemed foolhardy.
So we've been riding Pirlouit in the woods, in familiar environments, and we also went to town with him but without riding him. He was amazingly calm and brave! There's a river that cuts the village in two and the first time we went, we stopped before the bridge, since it's pretty narrow and cars would have to drive very close to Pirlouit, we didn't want to risk it. We just went to say hi to the librarian who lives on the right side of the river, but since Pirlouit was very serene, we did cross the bridge the second time.
He did not care at all about cars driving very close to him (he had one familiar human on either side of him and the drivers were very considerate and went slowly), which emboldened us to stop for a drink on the terrace of the coffeeshop on main street (< also a narrow street with cars driving by quite close to Pirlouit). There was just no problem at all, Pirou let total strangers rub his forehead and was more interested in iced tea than main street traffic.
It was a hot day and we gave him all the ice cubes from our drinks and he chewed them enthusiastically.
4. We made a stop at the pharmacy on our way home because we had another 1 hour 20min walk ahead and I had a blister, and the pharmacist noticed my donkey parked outside his shop and in a determined tone he said, "I want to try something." He took one of the donkey milk soaps from the overpriced-Provence-soaps-for-tourists display and opened the door and offered it for Pirlouit to sniff.
... I'm not sure what he was expecting—for my donkey to go "ohhh this smells like Mother's milk and aloe vera 🥺"—but unfortunately nothing happened.
(4. bis—Sorry, this 4th fact was anticlimactic.)
5. Pirlouit is now the proud owner of a surcingle. Not for equestrian vaulting and not for his log-carrying job because I don't know if it would be solid enough for the weight of a bag full of logs, but I'd like to tie bags or baskets to it to take Pirlouit grocery shopping, now that I know he's okay with going to town :) He even seems to enjoy the adventure, and the attention he gets from children.
And actually I shouldn't write off equestrian vaulting because Pirou is also remarkably chill with weird things happening on his back. I used to be very careful to climb on his back in a quick & fluid way so he wouldn't spook (because he used to! a butterfly flapping its wings in Brazil used to spook him!) but now that my friends are riding him I can confirm we've reached a point where you can climb on Pirlouit's back in any way you want and he'll just be like "...... sure"
6. I almost forgot to mention that Pirou turned 15 last month, according to his ID papers :) Donkeys have a longer life expectancy than horses, they can live 30-40 years on average so he's still a young lad really. Happy 15th birthday Pirlouit :)
7. I wanted to conclude with a nice aesthetic pic of Pirou's shadow on the road during all those walks, like I did with Poldine, but unfortunately donkey shadows do not have the chic je-ne-sais-quoi of llama shadows. Pirlouit looks like a hammerhead shark wearing a tiny fez and that's not his fault.
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