#learn from failures

[nova-moon13]

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Get that man (pregnant)!

[fuck-em-up-your-grace]

The fact that Shadow Milk is a foil to Pure Vanilla but a parallel to White Lily will never not be funny to me. Like, Devsisters really looked at Pure Vanilla and cursed him with A Type and that type is Narrative Atom Bomb

[blizardstar]

Me when Ashton Greymoore is denied honorable and meaningful self-sacrifice, and now must face the reality that they MUST keep living after it’s All Over

[amandamadeathing]

Headline for Ahsoka and Anakin from @reductress .

[thepersonalwords]

Everyone at some point in life have faced rejection and failure, it is part of the process to self realisation.

Lailah Gifty Akita, Pearls of Wisdom: Great mind

[uniiiquehecrt]

Voice actors are NOT the same as actors.

It takes a specific kind of skill-set and training to be able to warp and meld the voice. It takes a certain kind of talent and dedication to hone that talent into the ability to meld the voice and invoke emotion with one's voice alone. Actors are used to using their voice secondarily to their body language and their facial expressions. It's all mirrored back on camera. They do have nuance. But it's a different kind of nuance and a different kind of training to produce that nuance.

Voice actors might get their likeness transposed on their character's design, and maybe their mannerisms might seep into the character's animation. But when it's all said and done: their presence is in their voice. They are bringing a character to life, showing that emotion in their voice, trying to keep a specific accent, drawl, pitch, tone in that voice and keep it consistent for their recording sessions.

The voice actor is like a classically trained musician who can play first chair in a competitive, world-renown orchestra. The actor (who fills the voice actor's role) is like a moot who played violin in beginner and intermediate high school orchestra and thinks they can get into Juilliard with that 2-4 years of experience.

This doesn't mean that the HS orchestra moot can't play. They can even be really good at it. Maybe they won competitions and sat first chair. But they are not in the same league as the person who's been training their whole lives and lives and breathes to hone their craft using the instrument and all of the training they've ever acquired to perfect it. They are not meant for the same roles. They are not in the same caliber. You do not hire the HS equivalent when you want to play complex music in a competitive orchestra.

Actors are not the same as voice actors.

And furthermore, actors - especially big name actors - taking the roles of animated characters for big budget films or TV pilots makes no sense anyways when - at least in the case of TV pilots - there's not a point to hiring a big budget actors anyways. That money could be used elsewhere (like paying your animators), and the talent that is brought onto the screen for X character could then be hired on to voice said character no recasting required.

I wouldn't say voice acting as a profession is in danger exactly, but it's certainly being disrespected and overlooked for celebrity clout, and this has ALWAYS been an issue. Shoot, even Robin Williams knew that much - which is why he tried so hard not to be used as a marketing chess piece for Aladdin and got royally pissed off when it happened anyways. People shouldn't go to any movie (but especially not animated films) because "oh famous actor is in it". People should go because it's a good movie and the voice acting is good.

People who honest to god think that voice actors are replaceable because "oh well anyone can voice act" or "I like xyz celebrity so naturally it'll be good" ... Honestly I just wish you'd reassess your priorities because you're missing the point and are part of the problem.

Voice Actors ≠ Actors.

[miquellah]

regrettably. he is passing my Gamer Vibe Check

[kaisollisto]

“Are you here?" Ava barely breathes it, there's a tension in the air that she can't recognize, an energy that squashes her. Her throat feels scratchy and she can feel the Halo slotted between her shoulders. Ava's flat on her back head turned to look over at Beatrice. She feels wimpy like a stomped flower, her left arm dangles dangerously close to Beatrice-territory. She wants to reach out, to touch Beatrice to confirm that she's here but something stops her. She feels so silly, she could easily shift over to touch Beatrice, shake her gently and - 

Beatrice slides over, a firm sleepy sister warrior knife wielding badass with frumpy hair poofing from what remains of her low bun. She moves towards Ava, inches away from her but moves to answer her. It’s rare for Ava to see her like this. Beatrice is clearly fighting sleep, rubbing her eyes and doing her best to move in hopes that it’ll shake the sleepy spell. 

She’s dressed in one of Ava’s ugly loose white shirts, a huge bass clashing with faded big blocky lettering that just reads “FISH”. Beatrice had looked at her weirdly when Ava had dug it out of the bins at a thrift store disheveled and ecstatic. 

Ava had spent hours coaxing her into it doing her damn best to hide Beatrice’s laundry when she wasn’t looking. It fills a warm feeling in her chest and Ava wants to burrow further into it. It was a fool proof plan. 

Ava found her shortness made it exhausting to reach up towards the Beatrice-level-cabinets. The halo pulls at her pinching and knotting up the muscles in her back after a long day of training. She feels it alive within her, an uncomfortable reminder sealed inside her back. 

At the end of the day Ava settled on hinging at the waist. She had slowly started integrating Beatrice’s sleep shirts in cabinets that Beatrice had to bend down to reach. Ava always tried to situate herself at the scene of the crime doing her best to seem inconspicuous while she leaned over hungry for Beatrice’s reaction. Ava thumbed her findings down in the recess of her mind, her finger tracing over it in a hurried desperation. The time would pass and she did not want to forget. 

(It helped, the imagery of Bea’s furrow when she would find her sleepwear underneath the sink when Ava would have to tuck her spine into the halo as she placed the shirt somewhere clean.) 

Thanks to her genius planning Beatrice had finally caved and worn Ava’s huge “FISH” t-shirt after weeks of her persistence. She looked adorable, she was drowning in it and constantly tugging at it. She had found Beatrice loved to tuck it into the band of her sleep shorts creating puffy funny creases distorting the text even further to say “FSH”. It looked so ugly and old and endearing. 

She looked out of her depth and it made Ava’s heart thump funny. Beatrice with her weird posh mannerisms combined with the peaceful unguarded look when she slumbered made her feel hot all over. 

It was the prospect of the future, a glimpse into her life with Beatrice, of when they would grow old together. It shakes her, the idea that Beatrice will get wrinkles with her. She takes it seriously, a study that she isn’t well versed in but preparing for. It is a long hard internal debate flipping between what wrinkles will show first. Ava selfishly hopes it’s smile lines, that Beatrice will smile at her as much as she does in secret. She’s happy to be wrong, Beatrice’s forehead crinkles have always been cute. She hopes that Beatrice never stops looking at her, thinking of her. She wants to spend a long time being the source of her wrinkles. And just for right now she can handle the role of being just her friend. 

Beatrice blinks one eye open, the other pressed against the pillow as she stifles a yawn. Her hand blocks her mouth in a delicate way and Ava can see her nails are short and uneven in places. Ava wishes she could touch them, study them in a way no one has done before. She wants to press against Beatrice hard enough to watch her skin fold around hers. Some sort of truth that she was here, that she is here. 

Beatrice scoots over slowly, her elbow tucked under the pillow. She stops inches away from Ava, a frown set in her jaw. Ava mirrors her position albeit more awkwardly and more wiggling than Beatrice’s but she finds a place where the Halo won’t bite her back. 

“I’m here,” Beatrice murmurs it, a quiet thing between them. 

Ava closes her eyes hoping Beatrice won’t notice her shakiness. She blinks a few times before she presses closer, the arm she’s laying on moving to support her head underneath the pillow. 

There’s so much to tell her, anything and nothing at all and Ava doesn’t know where to start. It constricts her throat, the constant stream of consciousness from inside of her heart. It’s horrible and she can’t stop it as the feeling balloons inside of her lungs. Ava wants help, she so desperately wants to feel okay again, to feel anything other than the stupid fucking halo. It grates on her nerves and muscles, a burning hot metal ring poking and prodding at the entirety of her upper torso. It leaves her reeling, a sort of anger that beckons for her to hurt (hurt something, hurt someone, hurt), disregarding the aftermath of tears and shame. 

Ava is sure she’s shaking, a layer of sweat gathers between the space of her shoulder blades as the Halo lights up with her inner turmoil. It’s a faint pitiful thing that Ava would be ashamed of if not for the bone aching tiredness. 

She wants to say she’s sorry the words clawing their way up her throat and it feels wrong to feel anything but that. There’s a sort of unspoken shame that haunts her with the Halo. It’s a thing she’s known long before any of this. 

Beatrice drags her out of her turmoil with her hand hovering near Ava’s pinky. She has a gracefulness to it, like she has practiced it a hundred times over. It’s weird, to be in a bed, a soft and lumpy bed looking at Beatrice. Beatrice with such plain features and subtle cheekbones that Ava can’t stop looking. It pays off, watching Beatrice, Ava knows it when Bea smiles a grin too wide for polite acknowledgement and Ava can see her dimples pronounced. 

“Can I?” Beatrice’s finger lingers near her hand, a hovering itch that Ava needs scratched. It’s so wholeheartedly Beatrice that Ava can do nothing but nod. Something inside of Ava aches harder than the rest of the organs inside of her. It’s the unwavering crushing thumping feeling that squeezes around her heart. The sincerity of Beatrice. 

She places her hand over Ava’s and squeezes her gently. Beatrice’s hands are firm and soft. She can feel the callouses on her palms prodding at the back of her hand and wonders if Beatrice has ever had them fade away. If she’s had the pleasure of unscathed palms. Her hands are warm but not sweaty, not like Ava’s.

Ava can’t feel Beatrice’s pulse but she tries her best to match it. She imagines it would be a slow melody playing a duet with a classical track. Some sort of tune that spurs comfort or a feeling of nostalgia. She briefly wonders if Beatrice listens to music, if she seeks out music that has spoken to her. If there was a song that shook her to her core so deeply she had to sit down and digest it. There’s so much she still needs to know and so little time. 

“I admit I’m not sure what you need from me.” Beatrice whispers it quietly, she’s hunched awkwardly, hovering close in Ava’s space but too far away for her own comfort. 

Ava clamps her mouth shut, sure that “come closer” will betray her. That she will reach too far into Beatrice and take far too much. 

Beatrice pays no mind to Ava’s silence and slowly caresses her hand, it’s a small little gesture that seems to have no set course. Ava briefly wonders if it’s the start of a massage or if Beatrice is looking for her joints underneath her skin and touching her tendons in apology. 

It should be awkward, Beatrice and Ava orbiting each other in a lopsided manner. A rotational tilt that is unfamiliar to both of them and yet feels intimate. An unknown dance with their eyes closed and their breaths mingling. (It’s easy to follow Beatrice’s lead, Ava knows love.) 

There’s nothing Ava can say to her, she chokes up at the prospect and they both blink at each other. She’s not sure what she needs, only that it’s nice having someone here. 

Beatrice drowsily blinks rapidly and slowly at the same time as Ava watches swallowing the bits of her smile. Her hand has slowed its pathing, opting to curl on the inside of Ava’s fingers. It’s endearing watching one of her favorite bad ass sister warriors lose against sleep. It softens the edges of Beatrice who is always carrying some unseen obligation. (Here it is only the two of them free of their past and future burdens, just two girls sprawled thinly on hopes and dreams). 

She can feel Beatrice’s grip loosen, she’s going to fall back asleep any minute now but Ava doesn’t have the heart to keep her up. Beatrice is no doubt tired, powered by her own sleeping and eating habits unlike Ava who has the artifact to juice her up. 

She isn’t quite unwound but she feels manageable now. It’s weird to be within reach of Beatrice, someone who cares about her. To be in proximity of someone who will look for her, be in step with her, maybe it’s duty but Ava holds it close to her heart regardless. (It’s all the same to her, devotion, loyalty, love). 

She clings to Beatrice afraid to let the moment go, she had called and someone had answered, Bea had answered. Ava can feel her eyes watering, it almost feels like a distant dream. She tucks her chin closer to chest and thinks, how awful to be loved. 

She can feel her throat closing up and she squeezes Bea’s hand just a tiny bit harder. (She answers in the twitch of her hand, clearly on the cusp of sleep). The Halo still thunders in her back throbbing some fatal fate but here in the hush of night grounded by the touch of Beatrice she has some reprieve.  (Part 1)

[ichorrrrrr]

it really seems like the success from the switch left nintendo with an over-inflated ego and that’s why we’re getting 80 dollar games and a 450 dollar console but I think they forgot that the reason the switch was successful was because it was a genuinely good console that appealed to casual audiences, and part of appealing to casual audiences is being financially accessible. the switch 2 is likely to flop at least when compared to the switch because kids’ parents are going to see the price tag and not buy it, especially when people already have a harder time affording luxury items than ever before.

I think the best-case scenario would be similar to what happened with the 3DS where it started out selling like dogshit so they lowered the prices. worst case would be that they either don’t experience consequences and get even greedier or it flops SO bad it’s worse than the wii u and it actually sinks nintendo permanently this time(which is highly unlikely). because as much as we all shit on nintendo’s awful business practices I think most people still don’t want to have the company go down the shitter *entirely*, because they still make good games.

a point that comes up a lot in this discussion is the idea that due to inflation, games are actually still cheaper than they used to be, but this is something that only becomes true in theory, but not in practice. the world is in a very different place economically than it was in the past, prices for the cost of living have gone up yet wages haven’t. people are less and less able to afford things like games. in practice, they’re actually more difficult to afford than they’ve ever been.

idk I’m rambling but hopefully nintendo realizes it’s a dumb idea and scales back the pricing

(also give us some actual menu themes for the switch 2 pretty please)

[orange-artblog]

day 6 - balance

this was surprisingly difficult to draw (background wise xp) but it's done >:D (they admittedly also look less like aliens than i wanted sigh whatever)

dark cream week by @zu-is-here (and long information text in the tags beware)

[finniigan-fr]

Modelled a little forge for my blacksmith Pearlcatcher, Ember :3

Yes, he has a wooden workbench and a barrel full of coal next to an open flame,, his ass is NOT sornieth osha compliant!

also i may have forgot his pearl and whiskers uhhh just pretend he left the pearl inside and he burnt his whiskers off when he leaned over the fire one time (again... he is not operating a safe business by any means)

plus some wip pics if youre into that sort of thing

and heres what hes gonna look like once i gene him up! still need to save up for a trans scroll and all the genes lol

[thepersonalwords]

What better way could we teach our children the importance of learning to push forward despite failure than to openly embrace in the education system Trial and Learn as our truly only human learning process. In doing so, we eliminate the stigma of failure and view it as an important part of the process of learning.

Martha Char Love, Increasing Intuitional Intelligence: How the Awareness of Instinctual Gut Feelings Fosters Human Learning, Intuition, and Longevity

[youngpettyqueen]

on the topic of "what did students do before chatgpt?"- sometimes we just had to deal with the consequences of our actions

most of the time I could do up a quick paper and get a good grade on it. I learned to be very good at bullshitting in high school and in university. so yeah, most of the time, I could whip up an essay based on nothing but skimmed pages and spark notes, and bring in a good grade, and everything was fine. but that wasn't always the case

sometimes, I got a bad mark. sometimes, my papers were half-assed and slopped together, and it showed, and they got the marks they deserved. sometimes things weren't handed in at all. sometimes I failed the test. sometimes I just had to take the 0, as the consequence of not doing the work. that happened, too

its important to acknowledge that. because I would still rather take the bad mark, even the failure, even the 0, than use chatgpt or some other generative ai to do my work for me. work done myself, even half-assed and messy and incomplete work, is still better work than anything these plagiarism machines could produce. I would even say the 0 is better, because at least I owned up to whatever it was that made that assignment not go in, rather than use chatgpt and get a 0 anyways for plagiarism

I still learned things from those papers and assignments I turned in that were dogshit. if nothing else, I learned how to be really good at bullshitting a point. I learned how to write academically. I learned how to read professors and gauge what they wanted and liked in a paper. I learned about the subject matter in cram sessions. I learned how to pull meaning from very little. and if I didnt do the work and got a 0, then I learned that my actions had consequences and I would have to deal with them

im all for bringing up how before we had chatgpt we had to learn to bullshit and make something out of nothing, how we had to learn how to lie to teachers, how to sympathize our way to extensions and such. but I think its also important to bring up that sometimes you just had to eat the bad mark you got for a half-assed incomplete essay. sometimes you had to fail. and it sucks, but its a lesson in and of itself that is necessary to learn both in education and just in life in general. failure is part of education, its part of life, and you need to fail sometimes. its where you'll do your best learning. ive stood by that for years, especially now as someone who works in education

so, yeah, tell the students nowadays how we got by without chatgpt and all the things we did to rush out papers, to pull all-nighters, to get our teachers to sympathize with us and help us even when we didnt need it so that we could get a couple extra days. but also tell them that sometimes we just had to deal with the consequences of our actions, and it sucked, but we did it. tell them about the bad marks and the zeroes, and make them ok with getting those marks themselves. make them ok with failure. thats an important step in fighting off generative ai in academics- making students ok with failure, treating it like the inevitable and necessary thing it is, rather than acting like one failed paper or one 0 on a test will ruin their lives

[agenericplaceholdername]

Hearing mixed thoughts on this "destruction" thing... is it bad? Or good if it means Lloyd suffers?

[spineless-lobster]

I fucking hate being employed this shit fucking sucks I wanna go home