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recompiling some of my films for Uni and ububububub

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Genuinely no wonder Grian is desperate for a second win, the first one barely feels like his in a lot of ways!

Not to say he didn't earn it, Grian absolutely deserved his win in Third Life, I don't think that's ever in doubt.

But Grian also spent most of the season in servitude to someone else, going through act after act thinking "But when I'm Free, I won't be part of this anymore", until he realizes he's in too deep, maybe he can't bring himself to leave, maybe he just doesn't have anywhere to go (unfortunately his partnership with scar cut off every other friendship grian had started to form in the first episode), so all those things he built never feeling like they're really his are suddenly all he has. And it still doesn't feel like his, but nothing else would either, so he commits to this.

Then Grian gets to the end, and he's given a choice by Scar. Except it's not a real choice. If Grian wants to just kill Scar, or if he wants them both to keep living, or if he does want a fight, it doesn't matter, because he doesn't get to choose. The spectators want a fight. Again the choice is made for Grian because there was never a real choice to begin with.

And he's miserable in the end. Grian won, he made his way to the end, and he was told this is victory. But it wasn't. There was no pride, or joy, or excitement in it. Grian was numb with grief, at what he lost, but also at what he never had. None of this felt like his. This home he built never feel like his, this game stopped feeling like his long ago, this victory certainly wasn't his to choose, and now even his own hands don't even feel like his because they've been forced into an act Grian never got to choose by the desires of other people. And Grian throws himself off the edge of the cliff.

So, yeah, I fully understand why Grian is so desperate to win again, why he seems so caught up in a need to make it to the end a second time. I don't think the first time feels like a victory to him.

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Desperation

A piece inspired by the many discussions we're having about new ghast lore <3

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Operating under the idea that the player (Steve etc) is a human by default

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So I found a stronghold but it's like a frickin maze in there and I can't find the portal room, so I give up for now.

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NEW PIG VARIANTS LETS GOOOOOO

also leaves now can fall from trees and BIRCH HAS A NEW FLOWER

and look at these dead leaves

go check out the snapshot because their is also a lot of stuff to do with mob drops for spawners and piglins! As well as new loadstone recipe, new iron sound, and pale oak mansions!

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I ACCIDENTALLY KILLED MY MINECRAFT PARROT 😭 THERE WAS A LOT OF ZOMBIES AND MY PARROT WAS OUTSIDE TOO AND WHEN I TRIED TO GET THE ZOMBIES I ACCIDENTALLY HIT IT WITH MY ENCHANTED DIAMOND SWORD! 😭

RIP key lime pie :(

(yes I named my parrot key lime pie he was green)

I built him a grave.

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I made a drawing of my Minecraft skin.

Gonna make it my new icon because it's actually good

Also I'm usually sleep-deprived so I drew her sleep-deprived too

reblogs are nice

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callback to the time before I had Minecraft so me and my brother played a ripoff called beecraft and he convinced me Herobrine was haunting the world by going on "mining trips" at night and removed leaves from trees/make leaf-less trees out of logs along with placing down signs that said stuff I can't remember. He later admitted what he did and I was very betrayed.

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I have a ton of pets in my main Minecraft world. Too many. I wear earbuds while playing so I can hear stuff but I have to many pets in my house. There's so much noise every second is "MEEEOW MEOW MEW BARK WOOFF MREW (Parrot mimics a mob noise, usually a slime for some reason) so I've decided to build a barn for them, away from the house. Out of wool. I lucky having been farming sheep for some reason and had enough wool to make an outline, door arch and a little bit of the wall. I'm also farmed rose bushes for red dye to dye some of the sheep.

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i keep thinking about like. how the brutality levels vary between seasons and how secret life is the natural culmination of everything these people have been through and the watchers pushing everything to extremes. i’m going to try to articulate how crazy this makes me

3rd Life: god. 3rd life was a clear cut war. we haven’t seen a season since where nearly everyone has such an intense devotion to their chosen faction. the fact that there’s no precedent that they’re coming back next season, the fact that as far as they know, dying means staying dead, makes just how much they’re willing to go down with the ship that much more heartbreaking. grian ended the season exactly how it was played by damn near everyone else— i love you, i would do anything for you, i would rather die than keep going without you. the season of widows.

Last Life: and then they come back. and then ending things isn’t an option. and all of a sudden it’s not a war, it’s a death match, and damn is the competition is vicious. deaths are more often than not a vague, impersonal thing— not get away from my king, my husband, my charge— just the flash of a knife and a quick sorry, just playing the game! if 3rd life told you to hold the ones you love close, defend them to your last breath, last life urges you to burn that love out of your chest entirely.

Double Life: but everything slows down eventually. no more dying for the one you love— just learning to live with them. double life is about knowing that when you die, you will go together, hand and hand into the dark. a soap opera, the players joke. a small kindness, the universe replies. again, pearl wins the same way everyone else lost— no, not yet, please, just give us a little longer together, i’m not ready, i’m so sorry—

Limited Life: but the clock, unyielding, ticks ever onward. and god, everyone is starting to feel it. that sick, nauseating feeling of dread creeping up on them: what if it never ends? what if this is it, this is all that’s left for us— tearing each other apart over and over and over again, and for what? for a show? to feed those hungry things lurking in the dark? we’ll give them a show. bombs rain from the sky, the world shaking under the weight of it. there isn’t a thing left by the end that’s not rubble. we’re all doomed! the players cry, laughing with nothing but nihilistic, unrestrained joy. none of it matters! we come back again, and again, and again, have a little fun with it! light the fuse, collateral be damned. when death means so little, what’s the point in pretending they don’t take a little joy in it? we settle this like grian and scar before us, scott jokes, armor and weapons tossed to the side. are you insane? martyn thinks, remembering the hollow look that would wash over grian’s face when he thought no one was watching. it ruined him. it will not ruin me. this is a death match for a reason.

Secret Life: and here it is. the natural conclusion. this season is candy colored, the map dotted with cute pink houses and silly builds, the players all running around doing these ridiculous tasks. it’s so easy to forget how bloody this season was. unclosing wounds, bruises that don’t fade, the sting of fire or falling from a simple misstep. the hurt never goes away, but it gets easier to ignore— distract yourself with something silly to pass the time: spyglasses and frogs and the ugliest house you’ve ever seen and matching leather jackets and the doghouse and the relationSHIP and a weird tunnel full of doors and secret soulmates and god it’s almost, almost, enough to forget how much it all aches, how much the grief weighs on you, how many times someone you love has died, sometimes to your own blade. almost none of the grudges you hold are real by now, not really. not when you’re going to live and die with these people for as long as the hungry, many-eyed things delight in your suffering. you love each other, in the strangest way— sure you’ve all killed and betrayed each other in a thousand different ways, but at the end of the day, they’re all you have. clinging to each other in the face of the vast, unknowable horrors that drive you to slash each other to pieces. it’s still a game, after all. they’ve gotta figure out how to be good sports about it eventually.

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Intro post

This is my Minecraft sideblog because I want to post about my silly adventures in Minecraft (like how I get lost all the time or getting more pets)

I play on bedrock edition (I don't have a computer)

Also I really like the life series smp right now.

Age: Minor (over the age of 13)

Pronouns: She/They

Name: Mia.

DNI: trump supporters, Queerphobes (of any kind), racist, Proshippers, radqueers etc.*

Also sometimes I get anxious about saying the wrong things are coming off weird so I might take a bit to answer stuff.

(*selfshippers are fine btw)

Main blog: @mrstarkitsmellslikeanewcarinhere

Writing/drawing: @operation-crying-raven

Alterhuman: @the-cat-llector

Ninjago: @ninjago-abridged

OC webcomic: @shadows-in-the-forest

Gimmick: @posting-like-ya-novels-are-real

Might make a tag system later