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Lilo & S

I am spoiling the live action Lilo & Stitch. And I am doing it up front and plainly.

Do not fucking see this movie. Do not waste your money on this. Period.

They made Nani give Lilo up to the American government. They made Nani LEAVE Hawaii and pursue being a marine biologist. They made a native Hawaiian character give up her sibling to pursue a dream that she originally did not have. This is imperialist propaganda at its FINEST.

The original fucking movie is about family staying together. It's about indigenous people being able to stay with each other and stay in their home and be together! That's the whole fucking point! Nani is Lilo's last living relative on her homeland—it is jarring, it is disgusting and disturbing that Nani would not only leave her last blood relative alone, give her up to the very government that is harming native Hawaiians TODAY, but also travel to the "mainland" for her dream!

Not to mention, Nani's actress isn't fucking Hawaiian. She's much paler in photos and real life. They fucking darkened her for this movie.

Don't even get me started on the transgender subtext of Pleakley's "human" disguise from the original movie being completely erased in favor of him being played by a regular ass white man. Jumba doesn't have his accent, they made him more villainous, and his "human" disguise is a non-fat white man—which part of his original joke, I know, is that he was bigger and was more clumsy in the movie because of his size, but to have the main shape of his character completely removed is also fucking weird.

This live action movie is a desecration to the original. I encourage you to not see it, please. Don't give Disney any of your money on this one. Just watch the original. Please just watch the original.

The new message in the live action movie is disturbing and gross.

This is one of the most disrespectful live actions I've seen and heard of. I implore you to not watch it.

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I think my favourite concept in Dunmeshi is that... There is an urgency in most of us to sacrifice our peace of mind when push comes to shove. Perhaps to worry means that you care about the emergency at hand (whatever level of emergency that is subjectively) and we pinpoint focus on the task and everything else disappears. Our sleep and diet patterns change even though these activities are pivotal for our dopamine systems and functionally make us feel healthier and help us think clearer. It's self-punishing; the "grind" so to speak — to persevere we have to forget the self and think solely of the object.

But Dunmeshi doesn't let you get away with that. These people's friend is captive in a monster's body, their world is literally ending, and still they sit down to eat. To eat is to live. Only living things eat and it is the privilege of the living. Yes, there is a crisis. Yes they are upset and heartbroken and distressed. But they still focus on the food: the very thing that sustains you and gives you energy to think, to move, to keep going. A moment of gratitude offered to life by actually, consciously indulging in it. They aren't bad people for eating while Falin's suffering, no. It is simply unfeasible to give parts of yourself to a situation while hoping to gain twice as much back. Just take the time to make food, think about how delicious it looks, and eat. Even if you fail, you need to eat. Even if you succeed, you need to eat. You need to live life no matter what. You need to enjoy it no matter what. It is never "inappropriate" to just live your life.

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call me ignorant but i genuinely don’t understand why sports have to be split up by gender.

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The way I see it it, if depends on the kind of narration you have (sorry if I'm not being clear, I don't know the proper terms in English)

If you have an omniscient narrator removed from the characters it's not really a problem, it's just a bit weird but if your narration is from a character's pov then it carries implications:

He/she/they is transparent, it's bland, you get the information but that's it, as long as it's clear who's talking most reader won't even notice if you repeat it 10 times in a row, but epithet have weight, if you go with the red head/the brunette it makes the reader pay attention and then wonder why the character hair colour is important

And if it appears in a character's pov then why is he thinking of his friend as "the older man" "the blond" etc, like no one thinks of their friends like that, and unless you specifically want to show there's distance or tension or something, you can always use he/she/they + the characters name, no matter how many time you have to say it.

Also, I personally think some epithet should just be banned, specifically: older/younger when two characters are very close in age (I had to look up on the wiki who was older while reading a fic once, do not recommend the experience) and likewise for two character close in height, reading the taller man when talking about a character 2 cm taller than the other is weird.

Basically TLDR: epithets carry information and if you use them you're telling the reader to pay attention to whatever you described, be it their hair colour, their powers or whatever. If you only wanted to clarify who's talking because five he in a row is confusing, simply use a name ^^

Writing rules we're taught as kids wan be useful to get started but honestly, you need to break away form them once you get more comfortable writing.

If you're unsure, try reading one author you like, maybe just one chapter and count the number of epithet and how they're used!

What do y'all think of epithets in fiction as a reader? (using 'the taller man/the brunette/the telepath' instead of 'he/she/[characters name] over and over)

I almost finished my fic just to find out ppl hate epithets, when I've been taught my whole life not to be repetitive.💀

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While Charles is clearly jealous of Monty, he isn’t jealous of the cat king, he’s angry and terrified on Edwin’s behalf

I think people forget that for Charles, Edwin was gone for hours, possibly the longest they’ve been apart since they met

We only see Edwins perspective, we don’t get to see Charles spiralling because he knows almost nothing and can do even less

Then when Edwin comes back, after hours of being with the cat king, he’s acting strangely and won’t tell Charles what happened, so he can only assume it was something awful because why else would Edwin hide something from him? The only things they don’t tell each other about are their worst traumas

Charles had an entire evening to imagine all the worst possible scenarios of what the cat king could be putting Edwin through, that doesn’t go away just because Edwin told him it was only a few minutes for him

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I'm getting increasingly irritated by fics that have Charles react to feeling jealous of Edwin's love interest with indiscriminate, open hostility and rudeness tbh???

It's like people saw Charles' reaction to the cat king in canon and assumed that was his whole personality without taking into account the fact that by the end of their first encounter The Cat King:

Forced him & his friends to go to the old cannery

Greeted them with not one, but TWO very obvious threat displays (hundreds of individuals who can hurt the boys + a blatant implication that the Cat King had people killed before)

Took Edwin away without consent, for a long period of time, and without guarantee he'd bring him back

Trapped them all in Port Townsend despite Edwin making it clear it wasn't safe for them to be there

Did or said something to Edwin that left him rattled and acting uncharacteristically tense*

Meanwhile, Charles was polite to Monty from the get go, did not react to Monty's initial rudeness beyond checking that it wasn't his fault, insisted on taking Monty's case when Edwin tried not to, and didn't outwardly show any bitterness when he tried to broach the subject of what he clearly thought was Edwin's budding crush on Monty. In fact, when he thought Edwin was going to admit to it, he smiled and joked about Edwin wanting to look nice for his crush

Like yes, we the viewers could tell that he wasn't happy about the development, but he was never rude, possessive or aggressive about Monty until his betrayal was revealed, and the fact that the first behavior is what stuck in people's minds frustrates me a lot if I'm going to be honest

* I can't remember of the top of my head if TCK say anything obviously sexual in the first conversation so I'm not counting it here, but his behavior was clearly predatory, it's no wonder it rang alarm bells in Charles' head even BEFORE you take all of Charles' other issues into account

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I’ve talked a lot about how much I relate to Edwin but I’m realizing the same goes for Charles. The moment that hits me the hardest is the scene after the gang looks at him like 👁️👄👁️ after he beats the Night Nurse.

His friends are all shocked and I’m sure it hits Charles the hardest when even Edwin says his actions were extreme. Throughout the season Charles feels like no one supports him and I’m sure it hurts him deeply because he was murdered by his friends, the people he thought that he could trust. When he’s angry and violent (even when we as an audience know it’s justified) he’s treated as being just like his dad.

This is his absolute worst fear that and that he’s inherently unloveable. Because after years of abuse and being ostracized by his so called friends he learned he had to be charming to survive. He thought that by being so likable maybe he could avoid being beaten up by his father and accepted by his peers. Even when that wasn’t the case. We as an audience know he is worthy of love in spite of his flaws. But in that moment Charles fears he’s done something that not even his best mate (and arguable the love of his afterlife) can forgive. And while Edwin does reassure him that he’s the best person he knows, it’s only when Charles is at his most vulnerable.

I also grew up in an abusive household with two parents who never loved and accepted me for who I really am. My mother was incredibly critical of me and was the parent who was basically my only parent. I struggled in school both academically and socially and my mom hated me for that since it was never an issue for her. She constantly pushed me to try harder and to be a person that I would never be. While my dad was basically never around but when he was he would hurl his anger at me and nearly hit me many times.

As an adult. I still try my absolute hardest to be everything everyone needs because I think that’s the way I can be loved and accepted. And when I can’t be the person everyone expects me to be, I fall apart. Just like Charles, I don’t know how to exist if I can’t please everyone all the time.

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Shipping is fun and all but I swear every single time someone makes a comment, whether as a joke or in a legitimate analysis, about there being "no other explanation" for a pair's interactions, I lose just a bit more of my sanity

Like, no, you guys don't get it. Romance is not about the Amount of devotion, it's about the COLOR. the FLAVOR of it all. a character can be just as devoted to their platonic friend as they are to their romantic partner, and they don't love either of them more, just differently.

But because the majority of people still have it stuck in their minds that romance exists on the highest tier of love, I'm stuck seeing endless takes that boil down to "these two care about each other too much for it to NOT be romantic" as if that's the core determining factor to how literally any of this works

In conclusion: stop telling me that I don't understand the story if I don't interpret the leads as romantic, I am TIRED

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Thank you! Finally an helpful advice with actual timing! Because "try to look at everyone so you're not excluding people from the conversation" did NOT help.

Also, I forgot to add it before but I don't think most people notice whether you look at their actual eyes or not. Before settling on looking through people I tried their mouths and the bridge of their noses and I would get the exact same remarks so as long as you look at the general direction of their faces I don't think it matters where you're looking ^^

And thinking of it another way, it's not your fault it's the instructions that weren't precise enough XD

What is autism

I get what autism is and how it can work but only really on a superficial level, I don't get it really cause I don't have it.

Autism is a consistent mismatch between how you mean to come across, and how you actually come across. Autism is knowing and understanding every single cringe thing you've ever done, but only months after the fact. Autism is finding out at 34 that expectations of eye contact doesn't mean stare directly and only into their eyes. Autism is the fact that for every specific struggle an aspie has, there is another who excels at it, which only gets used to excuse why you deserve no compassion for your struggle.

Its the consistent self doubt related to every social interaction because you can't tell where lines are or why/when people are allowed to cross them. Until you just flip flop between holding everybody at arms length so that you don't get in trouble for accidentally-ing a boundary and feeling so isolated watching other people figure out how and when to dip into more familiar/friendly territory with others and deciding to say fuck it to the anxious thoughts and randomly stumbling upon a friend who you can finally connect with on more than a superficial level in the mist of 5 people who are now creeped out by you and are trying to convince said friend to ostracize you.

But on a more literal level, Autism is a brain whos subconscious operates purely on flood gates. Emotional situations will trigger seemingly no emotional reaction, unless the neurochemical strength hits past a threshold, and then it triggers all the emotional reaction. Even the ability to read somebody else, some part of you sees the facial signs, but the signals produce no response, until they hit past a threshold, then they trigger a full and sometimes overwhelming response.

And because we can't read other people, we don't see what people can read into us, correctly or incorrect, which often gets us into trouble.

tl;dr: Imagine if your subconscious could only whisper so quiet you can't hear anything or scream so loud you can't hear anything else.

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okay now please doodle Charles and Edwin’s wedding. Also love your art it’s so cute and loveable in a way

Sherwani for Charles and morning dress for Edwin, yay

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And you get a little headcanon/concept

At some point during their friendship, way before Port Townsend, Charles mentioned the tradition of wearing gold at weddings. He did so in a sad sort of way, as he had seen the pictures from his parents wedding, and knew her mum had not been allowed to wear a lehenga nor many gold accessories.

Maybe, as these things are meant to bring happiness to the couple, he mentions that as a child he believed his parents marriage would have been happier if she wore those things.

Edwin starts to collect gold items. He doesn't analyze the reason, but if a case offers gold as payment? Edwin is taking it. Charles thinks nothing of it, it's just one of Edwin's quirks.

After his revelations in Port Townsend, Edwin will eventually realize a few things regarding his gold rush.

And they will have a lot of gold jewlery for their wedding day!

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@tathrin

As far as I can tell (but do try and get confirmation from someone else if possible) it just means stare in the general direction of their faces.

I hate looking into people's eyes so I usually look though their faces (like I look at their face but I focus my eyes on what's behind them) and I still get accused of staring because the real secret is mastering how long you're supposed to look at someone's face before looking away and how long you're supposed to look away before going back to their face (looking around every other minute for a couple seconds seems to work for me, or else people just stoped complaining to my face ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯)

No idea where you're supposed to look when talking to more than one person though ^^

What is autism

I get what autism is and how it can work but only really on a superficial level, I don't get it really cause I don't have it.

Autism is a consistent mismatch between how you mean to come across, and how you actually come across. Autism is knowing and understanding every single cringe thing you've ever done, but only months after the fact. Autism is finding out at 34 that expectations of eye contact doesn't mean stare directly and only into their eyes. Autism is the fact that for every specific struggle an aspie has, there is another who excels at it, which only gets used to excuse why you deserve no compassion for your struggle.

Its the consistent self doubt related to every social interaction because you can't tell where lines are or why/when people are allowed to cross them. Until you just flip flop between holding everybody at arms length so that you don't get in trouble for accidentally-ing a boundary and feeling so isolated watching other people figure out how and when to dip into more familiar/friendly territory with others and deciding to say fuck it to the anxious thoughts and randomly stumbling upon a friend who you can finally connect with on more than a superficial level in the mist of 5 people who are now creeped out by you and are trying to convince said friend to ostracize you.

But on a more literal level, Autism is a brain whos subconscious operates purely on flood gates. Emotional situations will trigger seemingly no emotional reaction, unless the neurochemical strength hits past a threshold, and then it triggers all the emotional reaction. Even the ability to read somebody else, some part of you sees the facial signs, but the signals produce no response, until they hit past a threshold, then they trigger a full and sometimes overwhelming response.

And because we can't read other people, we don't see what people can read into us, correctly or incorrect, which often gets us into trouble.

tl;dr: Imagine if your subconscious could only whisper so quiet you can't hear anything or scream so loud you can't hear anything else.

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I want Charles’ relationship with his father to be as complicated as possible

He’ll raise hell against Charles’ shitty teachers even though he doesn’t treat him any better at home

He’ll defend Charles when he’s in trouble then punish him for getting into that situation in the first place

He’ll fight against the racism Charles faces then turn around and berate him with homophobic slurs

Every time Charles decides he hates his father, the bastard does the bare minimum to look after his son and then Charles feels bad about it

He gives Charles just enough to guilt him into being grateful, looks after him just enough to still be considered a father, does just enough that Charles can’t completely hate him

That’s why he tells Crystal he misses his parents, not just his mother. Despite everything he still loves his father, as much as he wishes he didn’t.

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whenever @netflix brings up budgeting for their reasons for cancellation i want to laugh in their faces, because i promise you that Dead Boy Detectives had a small budget, and you wanna know how i know?

the fact that they have a "magic item" for detecting a spirit's presence, and it's literally fucking rocks

they could have made anything they wanted for some kind of cool device or artifact, but nope; plain-ass grey rocks. they're not even cool gems or have any kind of engravings on them or whatever. just fucking rocks.

but please, @netflix, tell me again about how "expensive" it was to film this show. i'm ready to believe you any minute now. 🙄

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Any thoughts on Discworld daemons, if you don't mind me asking?

Vimes has a mutt.

There’s really not a nicer way to describe her, a bow-legged cross between a terrier and a feral sewer rat, mostly the color of dishwater. And she doesn’t really clean up—it becomes more embarrassing after he’s married Sybil, whose pygmy hippo daemon can go from placid river god to defensive bellowing ferocity in seconds flat, and might as well have stepped from the Morpork coat of arms. But even freshly cleaned and trussed in a gold ducal collar, his daemon looks like it was dragged backwards through a nasty bit of the Ankh.

she’s a patient tracker, though, and a rat-worrier and a sheep-herder and a snarling, protective beast—there must be some wolf in that mongrel of yours, Wolfgang tells him on that snowy plain, and Vimes figures it’s pretty likely, he’s got a wolf in him too.

Vetinari has a golden orb-weaver, who only occasional deigns to make an appearance—usually resting on the back of Vetinari’s hand, as if to make a point. (There are heads of guilds with enormous bull daemons who shiver in fear of that little spider, on that pale hand.)

Carrot has a frankly impressive lioness, whose presence made the whole watch-house fall silent the first time Carrot walked in. Vimes had been a little taken aback at the sight of her, gold and somehow not of their world, standing in their grubby and undistinguished midst.

(No one has ever asked Carrot about her, not even Angua, who has her own lovely wolfdog daemon.)

Moist has a mockingbird who perches on his shoulder, the same color as dust and utterly forgettable. (In his old glory days, he would sometimes bring a turtle or mouse with him, hiding her under his hat—sorry, wrong daemon is not an ironclad alibi, but it’s enough of a distraction to run away.) She gets along well with Spike’s terrifying peregrine, though she’s a little too excited by the feeling of being snatched out of the air in Moist’s opinion.

William de Worde has a hedgehog, who immediately curled up in a ball when faced with Sacharissa Cripslock’s ermine. (It took a while to get him to relax.)

Witches tend toward cats—or women with cat daemons turn out to be witches, they never quite decided that one. Granny Weatherwax has pure grey cat, utterly unremarkable in every way but that. (She has always been privately disappointed in him, for it. She would have preferred something a little more imposing, more obviously witchy—which, of course, is ridiculous, it is choosing that makes a witch, not her nature. But still.)

Nanny has a fat piebald cat whose amorous adventures with other daemons rival Greebo’s—he’s been known to slip off for days, only returning when Nanny is called out. Magrat has a cream shorthair who looks very handsome beside Verence’s—slightly excitable, a little graceless—hare. Even Susan, though technically not a witch, has a cat daemon, a sleek black thing that likes to play with the Death of Rats when he’s bored.

Tiffany is among the few witches who doesn’t have a cat daemon—hers doesn’t settle until she faces the hiver, until she ushers it through the black door to its death. Afterwards, Tiffany Aching knows herself to be a witch, and walks the downs with her sheepdog daemon at her side, her hat full of sky.

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“Robot Story” del artista: Vaskange.

“Endless Robot Feelings” melodía: Por Adrien Melano.

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