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Dear friends, our community is raising funds for a 1.5-month-old kitten. She has a severe spinal injury — her back legs are paralyzed, she has no sensation and can’t urinate on her own.

She’s currently undergoing rehabilitation, and there is hope for recovery — even partial improvement would give her a chance at a normal life. The first month of treatment (₸200,000) has already been paid for, and we’re now raising funds for the second month. Let’s help this little one get back on her paws!

We will provide a full report, and every tenge will go toward her treatment and recovery.

Here’s the card number for donations:

💳: 4400430283728100

Thank you all for your kindness and support! 🙏💗

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I started playing Hogwarts Mystery again and I remembered this drawing I made years ago. Does anyone still play this? lol

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wait hold up did u forget that sakura saved naruto and the anime never animated that scene correctly

I forgot! 😭 But yeah, this is the first example of the anime taking away something good for Sakura. I'm not sure why they didn't animate it because so far I feel like they where bettering her character.

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Sakura vs Pierrot?

Like I said in my last post, I´m re-watching and re-reading Naruto and I couldn´t help but notice there are extra scenes in the anime about Sakura, but not all of them are bad. I don´t think the anime tries to make her unlikeable, its actually trying to make her look better.

btw this is about og Naruto and I´m currently in the Chunnin exams arc. Maybe this gets bad in Shippuden idk?

Introduction

In episode 3 we get an extra scene in the anime where we can hear Sakura´s mother calling for her and she says that "she´s tired of being treated like a little girl". This is nonexistant in the manga, and it tries to add some depth to her character, since the only thing we get is that she likes Sasuke. The rest of the scenes in this episode are very similar to the manga, she comes off as annoying in both of them, but that´s okay bc characters are supposed to have development.

EXCEPT for this last one

But honestly, I think this is good. She sees Naruto and tries to invite him and be nice to him. She only yells at him at the end because he didn´t believe her and ran away because he thought it was Sasuke pretending to be her.

2. Goal

This is exactly the same in the manga/anime but I wanna bring it up because I HATE IT. Naruto and Sasuke are literally stating their goals as characters but Sakura is only able to say she "dislikes Naruto". I think this is why Kishimoto or Pierrot or whoever it was came up with the idea of Sakura´s parents, so at least she has SOMETHING other than "I like Sasuke".

3. Chunin exams

Everything is the same in the Land of Waves arc, so I´ll skip it. The first change we get is this added scenes that take half of episode 21 in which the jonin desgise themselves as enemies to test team 7 to see if they´re ready for the exams. In Sakura´s case, she passes because she realizes the whole thing is a genjutsu. Its a cool scene for her, but sadly, right after that we go back to canon, where she doesn´t have any confidence again.

Its a good extra, but at the end, all the confidence she shows here is gone later, so meh.

Canonically, she feels better because Sasuke points out the genjutsu at the door of the exams and tells her she is smart. It´s cute, but it would have been better if she felt confident because she did something herself, not because the boy she likes told her something nice for once.

This is a detail that gets pointed out by ssk shippers that is not in the anime, so I guess this is the first point for the manga, but it´s just a detail bc the rest is the exact same.

Also, another point for ssk shippers ig. In the anime he remembers the hug from the Forest of death, in the manga is just Sakura crying.

4. Ino

This is something I´m not sure about because in the english translation Ino says this, but in spanish she says "Bah, he thinks he´s so cool" (talking about Sasuke). SO, in the manga it seems like Ino liked Sasuke but was tsundere (?) about it and said nothing to Sakura, and when the later found out she declared Ino an enemy, which is weird and makes Sakura look bad honestly.

But in the anime (again, in the latam dub) it goes:

Random girl: "Wow, it seems like Sakura came out of her shell" Ino: "Tch, I would like to push her back in"

This makes Ino look really mean, so we now assume Sakura left because she felt Ino´s resentment, and Sasuke was just an excuse. Appart from this, while they´re friends, we never see Ino trying to put Sakura down in any way. She is always putting herself down so that Ino lifts her up.

The anime makes Ino meaner adding things like this too. She follows Sakura into the bathroom to tell her to give up (not in the manga).

Also, they add a fist fight right at the begining of their battle, which is good because we barely see that in the manga. I love when Ino gets the upper hand and is about to punch Sakura but then remembers when she was little and slaps her instead.

Those are things I noticed so far, I might make another post as I keep reading/watching. It just seems like Kishimoto realized Sakura was lacking and decided to add more to her character in the anime, but in no way is manga Sakura better than anime Sakura. Actually, it seems like it´s the other way around. And it sucks that they had to make Ino meaner in the anime because in the manga she´s just a cool girl.

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I'm re-watching and re-reading Naruto rn and I noticed that what everyone says about Sakura being better in the manga than in the anime is NOT true 😭

There's plenty of added scenes in the anime that try to make up for the manga, actually. Maybe I'll make a post about it

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Actually, I never liked Cillian Murphy Scarecrow bc of this, he's not supposed to look like that

i gotta be honest guys i love cillian murphy scarecrow as much as the next guy but i think we've strayed from the true path. i see too many young conventially attractive scarecrows now. we have to return to the path of light where he's a 50-something wrinkled artifact with his brain scrambled

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Jason Todd.Also Megumi Fushiguro.Also Percy Jackson but by P*rcicos and gods fuckers specifically.Also Todoroki Shouto.Also Sasuke Uchiha.Also Ichigo Kurosaki.Also Hobie Brown.Also Marshall Lee Abadeer.Also Prince Zuko.Also Nicholas D. Wolfwood-Y'know you guys get it

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some of you need to make your bed and have a shower with a soap that smells nice, and then sit in a chair near the window and have tea with milk and read a hardcover book and see how your creative block is after that tbh.

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Daily Reminder #3

Remember to take your meds

Drink some water, or at the very least drink something.

You are here for a reason. Whether that’s because you held the door open for a disabled person, or because you donated to someone’s surgery fund or even if you simply smiled at the little kid, making their day brighter. Every day you do things that make your life worth it

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The Batfamdom Every October

(sorry it seemed fitting lmao)

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england x reader: an aside

Been dabbling in Victorian literature again; I have a feeling in played a role in this one. Hope you enjoy~

“Do you really think so little of me?”

His tone was sharp, distressed; it was an accusation you couldn’t bear to face.

You couldn’t bring yourself to even look at him, casting your gaze back towards the cracked pocket doors, shadows from the parlor dancing along the walls of the secluded library.

Yet you knew that should you wish to clear the air between you, should you dare hope to force away this incessant, ridiculous longing, you must face him head-on, damn him with the same truth that had been tormenting you so relentlessly these past few weeks.

“I don’t know what to think of you anymore.“ 

You heard his intake of breath, the first whispers of a rebuttal, one you swiftly interrupted before it could fully take shape. "You once claimed��you were above attachments, that such ‘frivolities’ are beneath you.”

Your eyes closed out of reflex, allying with a refreshing breath before you turned your attentions to him yet again, resolve burning within your core-

-all for it to be smothered again upon taking in his appearance, firm expression eclipsed by the naked vulnerability in his eyes.

You weakened at the sight, gasping quietly as your given name slipped almost silently past his lips.

It was too much, summoning the very emotions that you were trying so hard to be rid of.

You took a step back, then another.

He followed, slowly, each step in this broken dance made with cautionary hesitance, as if he were afraid you would run from him. But all things eventually come to an end, and there at last came a moment when you could step no further, one of the bookcases preventing your escape.

For want of fleeing that desperate gaze, to escape the eyes that were looking at you with the same reverence a desperate sailor casts upon a safe harbor, your hands pressed into the rosewood, silently wishing for it to fully consume you.

“What do you want from me?”

Your words were enough to give him pause, halting a mere few meters away.

His features shifted, clear considerations shining as he dismissed one explanation, then yet another and another. Finally, perhaps only a few heartbeats after you had first demanded his answer, he settled, lips twitching in the flicker of a pained expression before he spoke. "You’re right; I did once consider myself beyond such things.“

A small thrum of victory trilled within your veins, an air of superiority coating your own accusation. "So you admit it?”

His eyes narrowed, sharply angling to once more meet your own. While you were certain he possessed no magical capabilities, the fire in his gaze burned, sending a not unpleasant, hauntingly familiar ache through your veins.

“Yes,” he hissed at last, seemingly unaware of his effect on you, the indignation laced within his response doing little to spare your increasingly erratic heartbeat.

In a desperate attempt at retaliation, you latched onto whatever remnants of your prior haughtiness still remained, fleeting as it had become. You narrowed your eyes, dared to step forward and straighten your posture, meeting his challenge as candidly as circumstance could allow. "Tell me then: what made you change your mind?“

His silence was suffocating as ash, muffling the party just beyond the doors of what had been your sanctuary. It settled heavily between you, the unspoken conveying more than any words freely given could ever hope to say.

You sensed an ending, upon observing his reluctance, sensed a finality to the exchange which left you inexplicably disappointed. Resigned, overcome with an unfathomable bleakness, you bowed your head in acknowledgement. "Mr. Kirkland.”

You made to move past him, intent on rejoining the other guests, hoping there was yet still some chance to enjoy the rest of the evening, but- 

“You did.”

-a quiet admission had you firmly rooted to the spot.

The confession had fallen past his lips much like a prayer, cradled so tenderly and with such broken affection that you couldn’t help your gasp, felt silent relief that he couldn’t see the impact of his words likely painted across your face.

A deep breath- a second, a third- and you had restored your composure, turning back to face him. “Pardon?”

He still faced the bookcase, his posture relaxed, attentions elsewhere. But soon he was turning to face you, darkened gaze sweeping across your features before finally ensnaring your own.

You felt as if your defenses had been reduced to charred rubble, your whole soul now laid bare, the pieces exposed for him to do with as he pleased. A ridiculous notion, you reprimanded yourself. And yet, you couldn’t find it within you to fully ignore that sensation, equally enthralling and alarming.

“I’ve been alone, for so long,” he murmured, haltingly, the admission bearing with it the weight of centuries, as opposed to the mere handful of years to which he must be truly referring. His words were enough to give you leverage, to pull yourself firmly back to present circumstances, focus on the here and now.

“So long,” he continued, “that I accepted it as my fate, truly believed that I was doomed to never form any real attachment; I was never going to yearn for anything more than what had been given me.”

At that, he paused, once more surveying you, a fond warmth tempered by exasperation shining in his eyes. “Yet as you always seem so damned determined to do, you’ve challenged my convictions on that front, too.”

Your heart, which had nearly resumed its customary cadence, stuttered at his words. He couldn’t possibly mean that-

In a moment of weakness, decorum forgotten, his given name tumbled past your lips, unrestrained and befuddled. “Arthur, do you-”

“Again.”

Your brow furrowed at his interruption, breath catching as he took yet another step nearer. 

“Pardon,” you scarcely stuttered out, senses attuned to his steady approach, feeling half-drowned by the yearning in his gaze. You found yourself mourning the decision to abandon the bookcase’s support, suddenly uncertain of your own footing.

Finally, thankfully, he stopped, allowing you a little freedom, just enough to flee should you truly wish it.

Though, frankly, were you being completely sincere, all desire to do so had abandoned you ages ago, leaving only your curiosity and the tattered scraps of hope.

Surely, there was no way he-

“You asked me earlier what I want; do you still wish to know?”

Emerald eyes which always seemed to glisten with an inner fire had darkened to nearly black, pulling you even deeper into their depths. Entranced, you offered a nod of assent, unable and unwilling to put faith in your voice.

“I want you. I’ve wanted you for longer than I could hope to quantify. I-” He cut himself off with a derisive scoff, turning away for a moment before his attentions were once again on you, an angle to his gaze that pierced straight through your heart. 

“We come from very different worlds, you and I. I told myself to accept your companionship, your friendship. I had myself convinced that I could cope with that alone. But then-" 

His eyes narrowed, bitterness etching into his features. "I couldn’t bear to see you with another suitor. Couldn’t stand the thought of anyone else vying for your affections.”

Clarity gleamed with the radiance of a freshly polished looking glass, recognition burrowing itself deep into your thoughts. He was impassioned, and his deplorable behavior earlier this evening only heightened the credibility, yet you couldn’t resolve yourself to anything beyond incredulity, doubt casting a shadow on your fleeting sparks of hope.

“Arthur… What is it you want?”

You could feign being ignorant of your hand coming to rest on his arm, could feign obliviousness at having drawn near enough to see the sheen of dim light against the collar of his dinner jacket, and you could likely feign innocence in how you could now decipher the delicate detailing of his buttons. 

But you couldn’t feign naiveté at the way his eyes widened at the movement, at the awareness that this witchery had dragged you both under its spell, that your hopes were not unfounded after all.

His eyes found yours once more, all awareness of the world beyond falling away. At last, at long last, you saw that smile that you had come to adore, lighthearted and whimsical and always tentatively hopeful.

This was more the man you knew, more the man you had come to care for and cherish most out of all your companions.

“As incomprehensible as this may sound-” He cut himself off for a moment, his eyes studying yours carefully, searching for an answer you were eager to give. 

You could only pray your actions had made your wishes clear, still uncertain of your voice. Perhaps he found something in your expression, as soon enough his smile was growing ever brighter, his words continuing in barely a whisper.

“I want to spend Eternity with you.”

Thanks for reading!

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Something possessed me to make this

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The batman is such a nice movie to look at. Like i never had the need to strain my eyes to see what was happening in the dark, all the contrasts were good and it all felt done purposefully. The colour shemes all felt in line with each other in mood and colour sense and the lighting was absolutely fantastic. That all mixed with the fantastic set made the city really feel like Gotham. The scene were B lit the red light? FUCKING DELICIOUS. The mcu and the majority of superhero cinematic media really fucking starved us from good looking superhero movies. Like literally why do they look like that. This movie makes every scene in mcu look bland and unseasoned. I mean just the colour alone is so much better. The suits too, like they feel like actual suits that do shit. The batfleck suit just looked restricting and useless, chistian bale's just looked fake, not used and dont get me started on Catwoman's suits. Anyway i would watch this movie for the cinematography alone, even if the writings is bad (which it isnt btw, its fucking amazing holy shit)

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One thing that really annoys me about the Encanto fandom is how they infantilize Bruno. Almost everything written about him depicts him as a stuttering, insecure, nervous, and blushing virgin. I’m not doubting his nervousness or insecurity-everybody in that family is insecure-but he’s shown to have humor and be bold in the movie. Yeah, he’s nervous about seeing his family, but that’s only because he’s been hiding away for 10 years and doesn’t know what they’ll think of him. He probably has social anxiety, too, seeing as how the townspeople talk about him correlates with how they probably treated him, but that doesn’t mean he can’t interact normally with people. I’ve even seen people who hc him as autistic or as ND do this, which to someone on the spectrum who also has mental illness, it’s incredibly demeaning. He’s a grown man, make him act like one, please.

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Please stop complaining about their heights, everyone down here is short, im sorry we don't fit your standards damn. It gives body shaming vibes ((and xenophobia)) ngl

Anyways I'm the same height as Mirabel heck yeah

Tweet from @thejaredbush

Here’s an answer to a question I’ve been asked A LOT - “how tall is Mirabel?!” Official answer: 5’2” - all other characters’ heights are relative to hers, so that’s all I got… except Bruno who has, you know, a seven foot frame and 🐀🐀🐀 along his back. #Encanto

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Based on this, I used this photo:

And several shots from the movie to figure out the rough relative height for the rest of the 15 years and over characters.

So left to right

Luisa: 6'4" / 193 cm

Isabel: 5'5" / 165.1 cm

Julieta: 5'4" / 162.6 cm

Agustin: 5'10" / 177.8 cm

Alma: 5'4" / 162.6 cm

Mirabel: 5'2" / 157.5 cm

Bruno: 5'4" / 162.6 cm

Camilo: 5'3" / 160 cm

Pepa: 5'6" 167.6 cm

Felix: 5'4" / 162.6 cm

Dolores: 5'5" / 165 cm

Antonio could be between 3'6"-3'8" (106.7 cm - 111.7 cm), but he's still only 5 so his height can change with time.

Edit: Seeing a lot of people complaining about them being so short. Need I remind you the average height for Colombians is 5'7" for men, and 5'2.5" for women in modern times. It would have been shorter in the movie's time period. Camilo is still only 15 and he could easily have another growth spurt.

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Bruno Madrigal fanfiction rant

Okay so, I think I've read all the fanfics there is about Bruno (Bruno x reader/oc specifically) and as always, some are good, some are bad, whatever, but I gotta say I'm mainly dissatisfied?? Lemme explain

First of all, the age gaps. I think you are all forgeting that Bruno is 50. In most fics the reader/oc is a lot younger, still an adult, but a young adult, which is legal and all but kinda weird, I think it would be best if the reader/oc was middle aged or 50 too

The reader/oc's mostly has no character. Maybe this one is just me but, imagine your husband suddenly dissappears and then comes back after almost 10 years like nothing happened...Like yeah, you're happy and all but AREN'T YOU ANGRY?? AT ALL?? Like "-where were you??" "I was here all along, inside the walls" "YOU WHAT?". Or another trope I've seen it's the "Reader/oc has a vision where they are together in the future" which is cool, but again, imagine a man you don't know shows you a vision where you are married, like "is this a joke 🤨 are you doing this on purpose?" Give me some good character development 😩

CHILDREN. Imagine again, that your husband leaves you all alone but this time, you're pregnant/have children IT'S JUST WORSE. Not to mention, don't you think that if Bruno had children maybe he wouldn't have left? Because he had his own family? Just a theory. ALSO, and again, when he comes back, he is 50, and dealing with trauma, and catching up on everything he missed, I don't think he would want to have children after he comes back

The Madrigals. Please don't give Abuela Alma the 'evil mother in law' role, watch the movie again.

Keep in mind the time and place. Colombia in (most likely) the early 20th century, I'm tired of seeing super white oc's with English names making modern culture references. Research what is like to live in a small town in South America. (Edit: I know there's white latinos and also names with English origins are somewhat common in Colombia so I'm sorry about that, as long as your oc is colombian then it's fine ig)

Anyways, this are some things that kind of bothered me, I'm not trying to bash anyone's writing skills or destroy anyone's dreams, I'm just saying maybe you should keep this things in mind if you're gonna write Bruno x reader/oc fanfiction

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💫Spoilers💫

When she told Maribel "Bruno left because of you" ????? Excuse me??? How??? don't you ever stop to think¿?¿¿?