#CARTOONS ARE MY ESCAPE FORM REALITY

[sticcmann]

Such a guy

[sakurocha]

so high !

in which you and sebastian get high, hot, n heavy~

wanna get high with sebastian and just lazily make out. i’m talking sitting on his lap on a beat-up couch with some old cartoon playing on his shitty tv in the background while you grind slowwwly against his dick.

neither of you know what time it is or whatever the hell you were doing before—somehow you landed directly on his cock, his wandering hands gripping at your waist and pawing lazily at your tits.

he takes a deep hit before tilting his head back and slowly blowing out the smoke as you grind your hips harder against his dick, earning a drawn-out groan from his throat.

“fuckk, don’t do that..” he muttered, covering his face with his hands as he blindly gripped your hips, matching the roll of your body on top of him.

you giggle lazily, the high reaching your brain as all inhibitions fade away into bliss. “c’monn, kiss me already,” you tease, looping your arms around his neck as you slowly drag him back to reality. he barely opens his hooded eyes that were tinged with pink, evidence of his willingness to go along with whatever the fuck you wanted to do with him.

he pulls you in by the nape of your neck, groaning desperately into the kiss like the poor, touch-starved boy he is. your tongues hungrily lap at eachother as though the two of you have all the time in the universe to savor one another. his hands find his way to the plush of your ass, kneading greedily as he grinds your clothed cunt against his straining cock.

a pained noise escapes his throat. “fuckkk, doll. need t’ be deep inside your pussy right now…” he clumsily leaned in to bury his face into your chest as your tits bounced right in front of his eyes, like a filthy scene from one of his wet dreams.

fuck you, always being such a tease.

“sebbyyy,” you said, voice tinged with loopy disappointment. “we’re just buddiesss. like friends, y’know?”

“i don’t give a fuck what we are right now, ‘kay?” he muttered, lips finding their way to nip at your collarbone before traveling up the side of your neck. he panted with want against your ear, his delicious groans shooting straight to your core. “jus’ need your warm pussy ‘round my cock.”

“yeahh? you really think we should—“ your words were interrupted as his hips suddenly bucked up into yours. “seb!”

“so damn noisy…” he was thinking entirely with his rock-hard dick now, the weed clouding all other forms of judgment. low, filthy grunts escaped his throat as he continued to hump you like a starved man. “c’monn, doll. just this once?” he cooed in between thrusts. “don’t you wanna give in ‘n feel my cock filling you up real nice?”

you couldn’t help but mindlessly rut against him, feeling your cunt begin to soak through your panties. “mmhmmm… would feel real good..”

“yeah?” he panted into your ear, long fingers dipping in between your legs. “y’gonna let me make you feel real fuckin’ good?”

all you could do was nod eagerly as he rubbed his fingers enticingly against your soaked panties. “mmmn, yes…”

“yeah… yeah, i can do that, doll,” he murmured, a lazy smirk forming on his lips as he admired your brainless state through half-lidded eyes.

“just take another hit ‘n relax…”

[honey-milk-depresso]

okey so it my first time writing a request T^T but i absolutely love your batboys fics so i wanted to ask about batboy x scarlet witch reader ｡ﾟ(ﾟ´ω`ﾟ)ﾟ｡

Scarlet Witch = Baddiest of the Baddies ❤️ I love her

Main 3 Batboys with a Scarlet Witch s/o (GN)

Dick Grayson

Talk about being such a total hottie! That’s what he said out loud when he saw you for the first time. But who can blame him when you’re so cool using your insane witchcraft powers? Absolutely no one.

Dick finds you so cool: when you conjure up spells and hover about in the air like a ethereal being from above (and you are to him), he can’t help but be absolutely in awe of you. In other words, he’s your biggest simp, he’s absolutely smitten for you.

You know how cartoon witches have their own evil minion beside them? Dick’s acting like that with you whenever you two are on a mission or on a patrol.

“Nightwing, hand me my spell book so I can put this demon in place.”

“ANYTHING FOR YOU, S/O—”

But… he also feels sorry for you. There were times you just couldn’t take the stress of things and when he came into your room to talk, he found himself in a completely different world you created out of your power as a form of escapism and engulf yourself in your own imaginary world to shield yourself away from the harsh realities of your life. While impressive… he sympathises.

He doesn’t have powers like you, but when he was younger he used to dream in his sleep he was still with his parents at the circus, living the life. But he’s grown from that to know when to move on. If something unfortunate or even small has happened to you, he’ll always be there in your little sphere of your imaginary world, whispering sweet things about how things will be okay to hopefully get you to open up to him and that you don’t have to always rely on your powers to feel better.

He’ll always be here for you…

…and he’s completely downbad for you. But he loves you is all that matters- <3

Jason Todd

And he probably liked you immediately because you wear red and you have a shade of red in your name. Jason won’t be a simp immediately, but as time goes on I bet you the sum of Bruce Wayne’s net worth that he’ll be on his knees for you everyday.

Your witch powers are just so cool? Hello??? He loves going on patrols or missions with you just to see you in action. I’m also very convinced that Jason has thought of asking you to join the Outlaws (either version). You’d make a perfect addition.

Like Dick, he probably sympathises on your escapism habits through using your powers to create an illusion of an imaginary world suited just only for you, and probably a lot more. He didn’t have a very good upbringing, and a lot of time while his parents were arguing and the environment of his home got too scary, he’ll shut himself out and dream of himself in his own little world to escape the situation around him. It’s just that for you, you take that to a whole new level.

Jason, while he understands your reasons for this, he knows by experience it’s not healthy. You’ve got people around you who you can confide and if you feel insecure to share your feelings, he’s there for you. You shouldn’t feel ashamed to tell him.

He’s not so good with words, but he’ll sit there and listen if you want him to. He’ll hold your hand in his and hopefully get you to open yourself up more to him and confide in him instead of relying solely on your powers.

Overall, he’s in love with you. <3

Tim Drake

Tim finds your powers really interesting (and cool). He’s always asking questions about them: “How does it feel when you use astral projection?” “Have you ever travelled across multiworlds?” “Probability manipulation? How does that work? Mathematically or…”

Yeah, he’ll be yapping a lot when he’s around you. But he does find you quite dangerous if you’re not on his side, luckily you are though so he thinks your powers are super cool but also super life threatening if you aren’t careful but he trusts that you can handle your own powers.

Tim also likes to ask about your witchcraft and magic (and maybe his D&D brain is sparking when he asks about it), he always wants to be beside you to see the kind of spell books you’re reading. You’d also be surprise of how many languages he knows if the book is in Latin or some otherworldly language, like how does he knows?? Let’s be real, he knows just to impress you-

Oof… escapism? When has he not ever try to escape reality in his life? Out of the three, this habit of yours hits him too hard to home. When he was a child and up until now, him sleeping for the very little moments he has before he needs to get to work is his own form of escapism and imagining things are okay.

He feels a bit hypocritical for saying this to you, but he knows it’s not always healthy doing that. Tim, like the rest, will sit beside you in your little bubble of illusion, hugging you close and kissing you softly, asking whether or not you want him to share your feelings to him and that you can confide in him.

He just wants you to know you’re not alone, and that he’ll always be there for you if you need him. <3

Reblogs help! ^^

[kyufessions]

children

synopsis: a cuddling session with your long term boyfriend leads to a serious discussion

pairings: boyfriend! changmin x g.n. reader

word count: 0.7k

genre: fluff, domestic

general taglist: @jwnghyuns @eaudenana @soobin-chois

tbz taglist: @ilovechanhee

snow fell onto the windowpane, each snow flurry different from the last. Child’s Play 2 played on the television, a bowl of popcorn half empty on the coffee table that was occupied by empty mugs of hot cocoa and both of your boyfriends feet propped up on the surface. the navy blue fuzzy blanket covered you both, keeping you warm along with each other's body heat as your legs were thrown over his lap. your arms wrapped around his waist as he played with your hair. everything felt perfect, almost as if it were a movie.

even though you loved your life with changmin as is, you wanted more. as you grew older, you had started having growing baby fever. of course you’re still young and wouldn’t mind waiting a few more years, but your want for a child kept growing each day. just earlier at the coffee shop down the road, you noticed a mother pushing her baby in a stroller. the sight of the few month old bundled up in a big puffer jacket and a cat beanie sent your mind into orbit, the smile on your face refusing to leave as you watched them in their own world. it was moments like that that made you daydream of having a child, maybe even children. you don’t know when this feeling came about or why, but it’s stuck with you and not leaving.

changmin watched you zone out for a few seconds, trying to read your facial expression. but when he couldn’t put a finger on it, he spoke up. “babe, are you okay?”

the sound of his voice brought you back into reality, turning your head to him and nodding slightly. “i’m okay, sorry.” you laid your head on his shoulder with a sigh, drawing circles into his skin. “just thinking.”

his fingers running through your hair brings you immense comfort, making you melt further into him. his eyes don’t leave your face, concern filling him. “what about? are you okay? what happened?”

you chuckle, looking back up at him and noticing the worried look in his eyes. pecking his lips quickly, you readjust yourself on his lap and rest your chin on his shoulder. “i’m okay, it’s just-��� you pause, taking in your bottom lip between your teeth. “how do you feel about children?”

he’s taken aback, but thinks for a moment before responding. “i don’t mind children, why?”

“would you ever have any of your own?” the silence is deafening as you await his answer.

he shrugs, his fingers never leaving your locks. “with you, i wouldn’t mind having some.”

you smile at him, butterflies erupting in your stomach at the thought of mini ji changmin’s roaming around your future home together. “some? not just one?”

“unless you want just one, that’s fine too.” he brings his lips to the tip of your nose, leaving a small kiss before brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “whatever you want, i would be happy with. if you want kids, we can have kids. if you want a small army of cats, we can have a small army of cats. i don’t care as long as we’re in the same story.”

the smile from ear to ear never left your face as he spoke, the words going in through one ear and storing itself away into a part of your brain. if you could see yourself in cartoon form, your eyes would be replaced with hearts and your heart beating out of your chest. changmin returned the smile, laughter escaping his lips as he tilted his head in confusion.

“is this all that’s been on your mind?”

you nod, cupping his cheek in one of your hands. feeling him turn into mush in your hands made your heart race, the butterflies shifting into a zoo. “yeah, i’ve been having really bad baby fever for the past few months. i was scared to bring it up to you in case our views differed.”

his lips placed a chaste kiss to your palm, his eyes never leaving yours as a cold breeze crept down his spine. “it’s not my decision to make about kids because it’s your body, not mine. regardless, i'm happy as long as i'm with you.” his one hand creeps into yours, fingers intertwining under the blanket to keep warm. “when do you want to start?”

eyes widening, you softly smack his thigh in a playful manner. both of your laughters bounce off the walls, smiles being exchanged. “put a ring on my finger and we can finish this discussion later.”

“but chucky and tiffany weren’t married when they-“

“babe, i love you, but please don’t compare us to serial killer dolls.”

[citrus-art-and-life]

heres some thoughts from discord about my last post, since everyone is goading me with ideas alksjdklajsd

yeah thats precisely the plan askldjaklsdjas shockwave leaving longarm's body and hopping into perceptor's and then rekindling with blurr is 😎

(^^^ about shockwave continuing his relationship with blurr through his new perceptor puppet since he had to discard longarm)

sleeper agents! each one has a NEW "shockwave" form that they can turn into! but he can hop into basiclly any mech that's been planted. right now i only have longarm and perceptor as sleepers because of the ornamental optic they both have, but i might scrounge around and see if any other canon autobots have them [and] everyone just has to accept The Thing, yeah. i think maybe a long time ago he had an actual body, but now he's kind of just a virus, hopping wherever he wants to go - but even if they get rid of all of his body doubles, he still has an access point back into decepticon comms, so if he can just hop into his computer (wheever that may be) then he can just transmit himself back into new kaon or the nemesis and hang out as a sentient piece of code in their ships/servers until a new body can be found for him he doesn't really mind not having a body. he gave up everything for the cause, including that, its barely anything to him anyways. a body can't contain all of the things he's able to do when he's free to go basically whever he wants

(^^^ about how shockwave hops from frame to frame, and I checked and unfortunately no more canon autobots exist with the cute third optic forehead decal, but im still thinking about making a couple more for funsies)

i have a VERY LIGHT plan to essentially worm him so he can't hop around anymore, but its not a dedicated plot point or anything the autobots force a shockwave redemption arc because hes so terribly bored just playing the same 4 games that he gives in and becomes a good guy its played off as a joke, as most cartoons are wont to do, but in reality the situation is more akin to forcing him into a spark prison and shaking him around every so often, dangling the idea of freedom and connection over his head until hes so desperate for it that he just gives in

(^^^ thoughts about trapping him so they can actually stop his body snatching ways lol)

shockwave voice: my multitudes!!!

(^^^ in response to someone saying that it must be weird for shockwave to only have a singular body, once trapped)

honestly i think it would be funny if they put him into the vortex blurr body aslkdjakldsj his ex is now in a body that looks just like his, and the motherfucker is STILL!!! FLIRTING!!!!! with him being offended would be the LEAST of blurr's concerns aksdjaklsdj

(^^^ in response to an idea about the autobots making a dedicated, small and cute frame that shockwave CANT escape from)

[deuynndoodles]

[ID: A banner including an icon of Catori to the left, and to the right, text reading out the OP's username, which is deuynndoodles (pronounced dune-doodles). Catori is a small, blue, star-themed raccoon with a red ribbon tied around her neck. She is sticking out her tongue happily. end ID]

kofi ★ commissions (open)

ao3 ★ discord ★ spotify ★ sideblog

hi there, i'm dey and i'm an artist! use whatever pronouns you'd like. i mainly do visual illustrations, comics, and doodles, but i dabble in animation, poetry, and writing on occasion.

cheers! ✌💫

[ID: a colored, digital meet the artist. The artist, named Dey, is young and feminine presenting. They have warm, light skin, brown eyes, various moles and freckles, and their wavy, scruffy brown hair is in a high ponytail. They have a tail and pointed ears. They wear a t-shirt dress, a hoodie around their waist, ripped jeans, sneakers, and most notably, a key necklace. Dey waves at the viewer with a grin and a wink. An arrow points to them, saying "my sona".

Catori, a small, slight blue raccoon, slinks around Dey's shoulders. She has stars peppered throughout the dark of her fur and wears a ribbon around her neck. An arrow points to her and says her name.

Dey is gesturing to some text and flags in the upper corner. It says Dey is an adult, uses any/mirror pronouns, and their birthday is June 15th. They are agender and aroace, american, and autistic.

In another section, their likes are listed out. They enjoy loz (legend of zelda) and danny phantom. Their favorite animals are raccoons and they enjoy spending their time watching cartoons, learning, and making art.

In the last section, their daily essentials are drawn. They include, from left to right: a phone, a water bottle, a wallet, keys, a usb c charger, bluetooth headphones, a tablet, and a pen and stylus. end ID]

beliefs and faq under the cut!

my beliefs

anti racism. i acknowledge i am on stolen land. in that sense, i am pro-palestine/sudan/congo/etc.: please donate if you are able! remember your daily click.

pro queer rights. that said, i support any good faith identity (and yes, that includes masc lesbians etc.)

pro choice. give people the support and medical care they need.

pro disabled rights. self dx is valid. fakeclaiming is always bad. all people own their bodies, no one else, and reserve the right to do whatever they'd like.

pro endo. plurality is already stimatized enough, no infighting.

neither proship or antiship, but a secret third thing (wants people to touch grass). tag appropriately and we won't have problems.

fiction influences reality, and vice versa. they are not 1:1 but affect each other. ensuring media comprehension and literacy is important so we don't get things mixed up.

atheist. i do my best to support, but there are some things i simply can't wrap my head around. apologies in advance.

anti ai. as it is now, most ais are built off stolen work and scraped databases. legal protections must be set up.

suicide baiting or calling others slurs is not okay. the only scenario in which it is okay is if both individuals are friends, they're joking, and consented beforehand OR if it's reclaimed and used in a non-negative context. i do not condone anyone in "my community" that suicide baits.

honesty is the best policy. i tend to be blunt and straightforward, simply because i dislike playing the game of social norms. i never mean to offend: i will tell you directly if something offends me.

i do not share donation requests or other forms of reblog bait. i apologize, but i keep this blog as a form of escape and i do not like bringing real life matters up terribly much.

note that this is not a dni. i would, instead, prefer people to keep these in mind when interacting. i reserve the right to block.

if i ever do something offensive and/or juxtaposes with something above, please let me know in a private space.

faq

q: what do you use to draw?

a: i use a samsung galaxy tab s8 and draw in ibispaint.

q: what are mirror pronouns?

a: i borrow your pronouns—hence the phrase 'mirror'. when you refer to me, use your own pronoun set. (ex: if you use she/they, when you refer to me, also use she/they.)

q: what are the dates in the tags of your posts for?

a: i buffer my posts in case i go through an art block phase. the date represents the day i finished work on the file (in mm/dd/yy format).

q: why do you not use alt text?

a: it's usually more accessible to scroll down a little bit than to click a small button in my experience. alt text could be improved, as well, so i find this method best. if any screenreader users have critique, please share!

q: can i make something based on a thing of yours?

a: of course! just @ me in the post + give credit if it's specific enough :]

q: may i use your art as a pfp/phone background/etc?

a: i'm perfectly fine with personal use. just link back to my account if others will see it. if you are profiting off my art, however, that is a whole 'nother conversation we should have in dms.

[kismetconstellations]

@sockdooe, You are not being stupid. I want to establish that right away. You're not stupid. You are understandably cautious because this fandom has a deserved reputation for being one of the worst in recorded history due to its rampant toxicity and K/L shippers, especially, having a penchant for harassing any and everyone with differing opinions.

I am so sorry that this environment has been so hostile toward you. You didn't and still don't deserve that. Fandoms are supposed to be fun, occasionally self-indulgent, places of escapism. Not overwhelm participants with intense anxiety because they're expecting to be attacked for expressing love for a certain character or ship, or even a dissenting opinion.

One of my dearest friends shared a post with me, the other day, that I find very apt for our ongoing predicament as Shiro fans.

"Sometimes you see discourse ™ so mindbogglingly dumb you just have to be like, 'That’s the kids talking. That’s the same as when two toddlers are having an intense conversation and it’s totally detached from reality, but they’re very serious about it. That’s not for me that’s for the kids'."

It can be fun, or sometimes even feel imperative, given how often they rile me up, to challenge these hate-fueled, mindbogglingly dumb, detached from reality takes. But, we don't have to engage with them. We always have the option to remind ourselves, "That's the kids talking. That's not for me, that's for the kids."

You are not "stupid" for taking precautions to protect yourself from vitriolic subsets of this fandom. And, yes, anyone cheerfully looking to spread hatred for Shiro while tacking on, "I still love him/I don't hate him, but", as a preemptive shield from criticism, is provably vitriolic. You have to have nothing worthwhile going on in your life and an unquenchable need to start petty drama in order to sit around and invent reasons to hate a gay, disabled, neurodivergent trauma survivor who epitomizes selfless heroism and who has chosen to remain gentle in spite of everything that he's been through.

"Lance was more warm to the mice than Shiro to Keith."

What's that? Sorry, child, I can't hear you over Shiro canonically drawing Keith into an embrace in full view of everyone after learning that Keith shares the blood of the species that made Shiro's life a living Hell for a year.

There is a saying, "You don't choose the favorite character. The favorite character chooses you." While I do find it invariably tends to ring true, it is interesting how people with certain personality types gravitate toward specific characters, and then latch onto them with a fierceness that can only come from intense personal projection.

I'm not knocking anyone for this. I project at least a bit onto my favorite characters, as well, as I'm certain most people do. It comes with the "self-indulgent escapism" territory.

It just sucks that L/K-shipping fans of either character have chosen to make their intense projection onto these characters into everyone else's problem. Particularly Shiro and Allura, and I imagine even Pidge (given that I've seen more than a few fics bashing her for supposedly being mean to Lance) fans.

No, making K/L canon would not have "fixed" the inept writing, inherent ableism and ageism, and deplorable treatment of trauma survivors that tacitly endorses them martyring themselves. All that would have accomplished is setting a precedent that targeted harassment and attempted extortion works. The showrunners absolutely did the right thing in not caving to the demands of a horde of entitled brats who actively attacked them for two years, lobbing accusations of pedophilia at a father. Which could have completely ruined his life and resulted in his children being taken from him had anyone taken these preposterous claims over a harmless ship between two legal adults in a cartoon seriously.

I'd like to consider it a form of serendipity that we crossed paths with each other in this cesspit of a fanbase. ❤ As I informed another blogger, a few days ago, finding another Shiro fan who doesn't simply view him as "hot bara Daddy Dom I want to imagine banging my self-insert of choice", will always be a breath of fresh air.

(Sidenote: I thought baras were supposed to be hairy, as well as tall and ripped. Shiro is a bit too hairless to qualify, no? And, Coran is a Daddy Dom.

Shiro is a Bottom/Submissive through and through.

(o˘◡˘o) )

The "Space Dad" thing, by itself, is kind of cute, and I do love that Josh Keaton derived such joy from it, bless his heart. But, when fans take it seriously and start holding Shiro to the standards of an actual father when canon never presents him as one, that's when it drives me nuts and I start to hate it. In much the same way Lance and Keith fans simultaneously lionizing and woobifying their favorites at the expense of everyone else has done a great job of putting me off of them.

Keith, Pidge, Lance, and Hunk have their own fathers. Coran is Allura's surrogate father. No one on Team Voltron sees Shiro as their dad.

Headcanons that Shiro and Adam adopted and raised Keith are just that. Headcanons. If you find something enjoyable in them, or want to adopt Shiro as the ideal father to your character of choice, that is perfectly fine, so long as you remember that you're working within an alternate universe that has nothing in the show's canon to support it.

Shiro was always a mentor, leader, and/or older brother to the Paladins. He's twenty-five years-old. Not fifty. And, I guarantee if he had tried to pull rank on any of these kids, they would one-thousand percent have fired back with, "You're not my dad!"

The only character who arguably views Shiro as a father is the Atlas; based on Shiro being the sole person she has a connection with, and her modeling her mecha form after his physique.

[peanutt0ast]

Imma rant for a second: I’m so tired of the commonality of anti intellectualism on social media. I’m really realizing recently how dead media literacy and critical consumption is. It dawned on me with my recent post on Pinterest abt my disliking for ‘Hazbin Hotel’. Majority of the comments were of the likes of “if you don’t like it move on”, “can’t you let people enjoy things”, “you just want to complain”, “you just don’t like to have fun”, etc, or just blatantly disregarding my perspective.

I think this derives from the fact that many ppl use media- shows like ‘Hazbin Hotel’ to “escape from reality” to “shut our minds off”. People will critique a form of popular well liked media and they will be met with people just telling them to mindlessly consume more and ignore it. They don’t *want* to think critically abt it. Why should they? It’s just a cartoon show. Saying things like “just let people enjoy things” or “you just don’t like to have fun”, it implies you don’t want to think about the media you’re consuming.

I think a lot of people realize the things they like have faults and valid criticism to be had but they choose to turn a blind eye to it. And it might just be because analysis is too much like hard work for some folks. But it’s probably also out of a fear of being judged for the media they consume. so they silence other people who disagree with them by making them seem like judgmental pessimists because they see an aspect of something they like worthy of criticism and they get defensive. Suddenly they can’t use that media to “escape from reality”, they are put into a position where they are forced to think critically about it in the real world. And for some folks that scares them, they’re scared that if they think critically abt it and really take it in, it will kill their enjoyment of said media. You can love something and still dislike aspects of it. Which many ppl seem to not understand.

I think a lot of this also stems from toxic positivity. Pushing this feel-good positive attitude. If you don’t like something? Don’t watch it, don’t read it, don’t consume it. This is willfull ignorance. To do this is privileged, lack of critical thinking is privilege. If we don’t think critically about the media we consume we’re just gonna feed into the endless loop of capitalism.

[kingboohoo37]

KBH RANDOM RANT

I'M BACK... at least I try to post more often. Streams will also come more regularly (surely...).

I'm slowly getting back to work so my time is still very limited. I thought this was a good time to bring back my random rants about fandoms since I just revisited an old classic from my childhood.

YEP we're talking about Kim Possible one of the most ludicrous fictional universes I've ever seen... In a good way!

First up: This show is FUDGING 22 YEARS OLD THIS YEAR... I'm really getting old...

The funny part about that is it was made during the peak of the 2000s... and you really notice that. The language that most teenagers use in this show is so stereotypical for that time it feels so nostalgic even watching it XD

Anyway, let's get the obvious out of the way. I know this is supposed to be a kids cartoon and I know that I'm an adult man but that doesn't stop me from watching it.

So, why is this show so great?

Good question! Its primary charm probably comes from its simple comedic attitude of telling a story.

The characters are so ridiculous that you should never be able to take this show seriously simply because most of their actions or the situations around them don't even make sense. This show just requires you to take in its vibe and go with the flow. I mean... a teenager knowing 16 forms of Kung Fu and saving the world on any given occasion is nothing that can possibly make sense. Don't forget: "Anything's possible for a Possible!"

Let's get into the characters:

Kim is your basic teenage girl, and she's here to save the world. You can't stop her 'cause...

Okay I'll stop xD

Apart from her being an ass-kicking girl boss, her main character traits are kinda the things you expect from a main character. She saves the world out of sheer will to stick to her morals. In short: she wants to help people. That obviously doesn't always work out and she sometimes ends up judging people by what they are instead of who they are. On top of that, she gets jealous easily.

BUT she is brave, smart, and makes usually good choices in the heat of the moment (except when it comes to love xD), and is otherwise very mature for her age.

Well... the opening song didn't lie. She really is your basic teenage girl. That doesn't mean she isn't cool xD

Well, obviously I can't end it without talking about the man and his very smart and hungry naked little friend.

What makes this show so funny is well... its ability to deliver comedy simply by a character existing and Ron Stoppable plays a big part in that.

He is pretty much a normal guy who just happens to be Kim's childhood friend and later somehow steals her heart xD

He is an absolute doofus. He is silly and rarely takes anything seriously. He is also lazy and loves his favorite junk food joint Bueno Nacho.

Despite all that he still cares for his friends, his naked mole rat Rufus, and usually learns a very important lesson after an episode.

He accompanies Kim on pretty much every mission and is usually more of a hindrance than a help. Despite all that Kim still loves him in her own way. And he also saves the day a couple of times, so it's not like he is a complete slob.

Rufus is just the cherry on top. Both of these guys are hilarious and I was honestly surprised by how much I laughed watching this show.

I could go on and on but I'm gonna try to finish up this post here before it gets too long xD

Even though every episode has kind of a similar structure, it never gets boring. The villains, the side characters... all of them add something very unique to the table. You just throw some characters together and boom the story kind of writes itself XD

Season 4 was my absolute favorite part of the show since guess what ... that was when Kim and Ron started dating and BOY DO THEY MAKE A CUTE COUPLE.

Ahem... anyways. I do not regret watching all 87 episodes in the last 2-3 weeks. If you're looking for a comfortable. goofy and funny way to escape reality for a moment I can only recommend this old classic.

[mrdrhenwardhykle]

Okay so I'm probably not even supposed to be thinking about this, but I am anyways. So automatically I think the totally not real Foxy.exe game would lead off into a sequel no matter how you end it. There would be one true ending, making it clear probably through some indication or another. I wouldn't want to leave the message off on a grim note, nor would I want to just repeat everything the last game did with different characters.

Also also I have been informed that I did not in fact read Sally.exe when I was younger, it was Sonic.exe Round 2; and that Sally.exe as a whole is 100% guilty of plagiarism, so I really wouldn't like to reskin that story-with also considering that Foxy.exe 1 in concept isn't much of a reskin either.

Soooooo- here's some probably unrelated themes and tropes I'm going to spitball your way. These are things I like (or thought had potential) from Sally.exe, Round 2, other fan remakes and sequels, and techincally Sonic by Chinelin + some of my own. You can tell me if you like any, or you can help me spitball as well!

Also the point of Foxy.exe for me was to unwind and have fun, so don't take this as stuff that will or will not happen. It's just floating concepts fn

Anyways

Themes/tropes:

Romance Horror

A protagonist being manipulated/emotionally manipulated into benefitting the antagonist because of a relationship/friendship

Despite multiple characters being shown or potentially being playable, the main protagonist in their segment feels alone and isolated

segments in-between that show faux commercials, cartoon clips, gameplay, etc. to enforce the idea of escapism through fantasy

Fantasy to reality, life to death, and past to present get horribly blurred

Instead of themes of caused sickness/illness like 1, the main side affect now is disassociation

More surrealism

Because of the game's addiction, corporate shoots for more copies of the arcade to be put in Freddy's-despite the dangers and people dying

More games that can mark victims- even some coming in handheld form, submerge and gain popularity

Salvaged code to a scrapped game is added to/found in Foxy's Treasure Quest

Mix between 2-d point and click adventure game and 3-d ps1/first person puppet combo survival horror.

Maybe 3-d segment is a mix between 3-d and 2-d idk

In survival segments you have to strategically pick your characters, as this causes a butterfly affect in your success. Luck rate changes from character to character during each survival segment.

Some characters being chosen to follow instead of automatically being 'marked' (unlikely, but I like the idea)

A sense of finality OR full on implications of a never ending cycle.

[bugsbunnyblogsstuff]

The Woodchuck Way.

(Took a break from Samurai Quack to at least start this, and an excuse to show my ducktales oc!!!)

(Huey Pov)

I was sprawled on the couch, my red t-shirt all gross and disgusting from it being a hand-me-down, I hated being a triplet.

But clearly, that didn't matter to my hyperactive brother Dewey, who was already begging me to make him breakfast. Uncle Donald wasn't home. He was on his port missions. This one had him taking down a cult? I didn't question it, though.

"Pleeeease, can't you at least make me some Porn Pops or at least some Boob O's?" Before I could speak, he began rambling about different erotic cereals, some that had vibrators as prizes.

"Fine, I'll make you some. But why on earth would they target this cereal for kids?"  I asked as Louie lazily walked downstairs as he turned on the TV, to some 'Saturday Morning Cartoons', but in reality, it was a drama series of murders and femme fatales

I sighed, taking out some Busty Puffs from the cabinet, and poured them into a bowl.

Until I saw the back, it was an advertisement for the Junior Woodchucks?!

"You guys won't believe this!" I excitedly exclaimed, blocking both of my brothers' view of the television.

"You're adopted?" Louie said casually, but I ignored him, "No, I just got invited to be part of the Junior Woodchucks!" I said.

Dewey pretended to be excited, "No way, the box only cares about you, and not the space camp I wanted to go to since I was 5, I was five, may I remind you!"

I sighed, knowing about the Castellean Space Camp, Dewey wanted to go to, to search for our mother.

As Uncle Donald came home early, I excitedly told him the news, "And, they even have canoeing!" I said, as he sighed smoking a pipe. "That's wonderful, but is that really what you wanna do all summer?" He asked, motioning to his gross-out houseboat.

"I'm not cleaning that!" The three of us shouted together, as Uncle Donald chuckled, "Ok, ok, but Huey can't be the only one, doing something for the summer, you two can't sit around forever." He said as Louie groaned.

Later that day, I was in uniform, excitedly bouncing in my car seat as Dewey was buried in comic books, while Louie was trying to convince Uncle Donald that doing nothing was recommended by a professional doctor.

I saw the big brown arch up the driveway and excitedly squealed. This was it!

"Now, promise me you'll behave. There will be a pickup line each day, so try to spot my mini van, kay?" He said as I nodded in my little world of reading.

"Yeah, uh-huh...." I said dismissively as I walked to where the other campers were as the care drove off.

There were many newbies like me, all crowded together, chatting about how excited they were.

The camp list was behind them

Camp Novice List;

Violet Sabrewing

Isabella Finch

Doofus Drake

Cornelius C. Spoon

Forkington A. Sliverworth

Macintosh (Mac) Appleton

Casey Robinson

Huey Duck

Charlie Beatlea

April O'Neil

Camp Counselor List:

Mugman

Marie

Umi

Axel

Pacifica

Launchpad McQuack

Wakko

Yakko

Dot

I finished reading as a group of boys were immediately getting a crowd of newbies, I slipped in through the crowd and found a merboy (in human form) with his friends showing some of their treasures.

As they finished, I noticed one of their badges, was that a satanic symbol?

I shrugged it off, watching my childhood friend Violet, writing about how fascinating this was.

"This is so beautiful, Mr. Pacifica, how'd you do it?" Violet Sabrewing, a top A+ student who, along with other refugees, escaped Duckburg during the Marine War.

"Please, just call me Pacifica. I ain't to chill about that. " He said, his piercing glowing. He was a lanky 17 year old, with beach blonde hair, that was damp and curly. He was wearing sunglasses and a shark tooth necklace. His eyes were blue-green, while his white pupils were shaped like waves. He was naked except for some tan cargo shorts and sandals.

He then began to announce the rest of his friends, "Alright, Bros and Betty's, lemme introduce you to some of my camp co-workers..." He said, ignoring Cornelius hand.

"Excuse me, but I asked you a question?" Cornelius snapped, not noticing another counselor, shooting a syringe into his back.

"You bros don't wanna be like Barney over their little dudes and dudettes, Kay?" He said as we all nodded.

"Rules..... Ugh, I told her I don't wanna review this, but fine, Rule One, always expect the unexpected, kay? and

Rule Two, all Junior Woodchucks must be open to the unknown in their quest for the truth?" He said, crumbling the rules paper.

"Alright'o, so we'll do some real activities tomorrow, for now let's meet our staff..." He said, motioning to his friends.

From a punk with skating skills, a hippie, or a mall bimbo, these camp counselors were something.

"And now, Miss Scarlet, the sister of Isabella Finch, has a few words to say."

Miss Scarlet, a Robin, unlike her who was a finch and explorer, was a very rich household executive of the Junior Woodchucks Foundation.

She was a very exclusive woman.

"Greetings, Woodchucks, my name is Scarlet, I'm am the sister of the explorer and founder of the Junior Woodchucks."  She said, turning to the five boys beside her.

"I don't have much to discuss with you all until tomorrow. Mugman, can you watch them while I talk to the others?" She said as Mugman nodded.

Mugman was a skinny 16 year old, with blue highlights in his blonde foam hair.

His eyes were very detailed, a blue and gold color, he had a small blue nose and nose piercings lining it, he wore a crop top, daisy dukes, and white high tops, with goggles on. He almost looked like something out of Disney Channel.

He walked around, his grin getting slightly dark as he watched them leave.

"Ok, campers. Why don't we play a game?" He said, quickly pulling out a toolbox filed with weapons.

"First camper to make a direct hit on me wins!" He said, his eyes gleaming at all the worried looks on their faces.

As he handed each of us a weapon, I looked at Wakko, a fellow camp counselor, who was bewildered by the fact he had a gun.

"Are you sure, dude, this is seeming kinda tight? Just hang loose, man..." he said, trying not to sound so scared.

"Alright, you b*tch, you can go first then..." Mugman said, sitting on the stump, not even protecting himself.

"Kay, I can do that, Bro." He said, trying his best not to hurt him, Mugman rolled his eyes, grabbing the gun and shooting at his head. He was healthy regardless, not a scratch.

"Are you in a cult?" Forkington asked, pointing to his badge. Something must have stirred in Mugman because he brawled Forkington, splitting him open as Forkington's organs squirted out fresh blood all over the grass, drying once it hit the pavement

Forkington's eyes were blood-shot and melted, his mouth slightly open. As you could see his esophagus, by the way, he opened his mouth.

Soon, he was lashing out on other campers. Most were injured, and few died on the scene, I was lucky that I got away, but I had a huge tear in my bill.

The nurse's office was closed, but I could see the pick-up line, I immediately ran to my car, watching Uncle Donald, whip his head around as he saw me breathe heavily.

"Did you have fun o-" he stopped mid-thought as Mugman was on the roof of another campers car, while the four others were destroying the parking lot. Was that a summoning circle?!

Uncle Donald didn't bother to finish his thought as he sped away, as Pacifica jumped onto the roof of our car. Louie and my brother Dewey and I screamed, and his laser gun was putting a hole in our car.

Dot who was swinging from tree to tree using a grappling hook was trying to stop them.

"Like, literally Pacifica, the f*cks, your deal?!" She said, tackling him on the floor. More of his little group showed up. I panicked, I noticed he dropped his Junior Woodchucks Guidebook, and I stole it, I gasped. They were a group of criminals who were anti-heros in the Marine War, each of whom destroyed, manipulated, and started extreme war crimes.

"How about you and your plastic ass move it or lose it!" He barked, grabbing a tranquility gun.

He began shooting it. As I passed out, I as I woke, I was in a summoning circle, I gulped.

"Please, Dot, call us Pacific Rim...."

,

(My OCs are Pacific Rim and Scarlet Robinson, along with Cornelius C. Spoon. I had a blast making this)

[lilahaze]

"lobby"

i demand that i walk. the man holds fast, a boulder cemented into the riverbed. threatened by his low, eerie gaze and the metal clipped to his belt loop, i sink abashedly into the wheelchair.

his heavy breaths are not nearly as sweet as those of a diabetic; neither are those of his men, complete with neatly-pressed uniforms and a lack of regard. the eyes of patients and employees alike bore into me as i am rushed past, skinny and resistant. all had deemed me pitiful, their opinions unchanged since my arrival a week prior. this was not how my plan was supposed to go; i should be corralled inside a shabby house, corrupted by ham sandwiches and my third day of drama club practice. i should be anywhere but condemned to a wheelchair surrounded by unfamiliarity save for my stuffed rabbit clutched tightly in hand.

my conscience sold, i confirm that the facade i had meticulously crafted throughout the past eleven months had been shattered. alongside greying locks, my parents remain accusatory. with a cold spine curved toward the north winds, i had spent days justifying and elaborating upon my truth that had adopted the form of a waning crescent i still yearn to taste.

my parents have never listened to me. my parents have never listened to anyone.

eyes locking onto the stretcher, i quickly regret my distaste for the wheelchair; i wish that i had been left to rot atop the cell-littered cot that had exemplified death. i miss the open-backed gowns littered with cartoon tigers, mesh underwear, and my view from the sixth floor. i wish for anything but as the men coax belts across my limbs, dark leather contrasting against the whites of bony wrists.

distrusting, i observe how their knuckles brighten against the silver bars aa i am wheeled into the sun. the september air tastes of my father's cholesterol pills.

dark sunglasses slip from the bridge of his speckled nose as he settles into the passenger seat of the silent ambulance that had escaped his grasp. red metal aglitter and engine brought alive, we are swiftly driven to the west end of the block.

i had sworn that i would not run had my father been permitted to drive me to the ward, the hospital staff riddled with disbelief. his retinas burnt the unbrushed strands from the crown of my head, evidence of his abuse littering the stretcher. the financial burden of my state, crouched atop the extruded aluminum, assures me that i would not be walked from as i had walked from the shabby house, syringe needles beneath my heels.

the back doors thrown open, i shrink in the face of noon: my perpetrator. closed eyes do not deliver me from my fate. i refocus my pupils. the wheels roll forward. i know well that the scent of alcohol wipes and fear will sap my senses for weeks. i know this yet i remain stunned as i am pushed into the lobby and off to the side to allow the men to speak with the receptionist.

white tile under wheels, strained wrists and the suffocation of cheap fluorescence: i ponder reality to distract myself from the fact i remain restrained. i am a spectacle and the lights are the color of my hospital underwear. the crude stars atop my nails lopsided, i know i am not an artist, however, i claim to be one. this is why the doctors will only allow me the joy of colored pencils under direct supervision. i am the tile, they are the wheels. this is how it will be.

i yearn for a father that would raise his hands and command the men to stop. alas, i remain bound to a father that smiles behind his sunglasses. i remain bound to a father that laments that there is, supposably, nothing he can do and leaves me to stare at the back of his work shirt as he exits.

i will lose time to the rough wind of late summer. the psychiatrist, gloved and in possession of a tendency to sentence thirteen-year olds with bruised thighs to countless sleeps behind barred windows, will count my scars and classify me as a danger to myself. he is not required to inform me of his educated guess as to the number of times i have mercilessly taunted myself. regardless, he will be wrong. i have learned that psychiatrists are often wrong. earth rotates regardless of my sentence to track the days and repress my wish for another chaotic saturday. time, burrowed inside the grandfather clock nailed to the sage-hued wall of my living room, has ignored my burning gaze and continues quite alike it always has. today will not be the day it ceases and certainly not for me: a sun-bleached ward of the state.

[musicblogwales]

Heavy Lungs - New 'Caviar' Album via Fat Cat Records

Bristol punk outfit Heavy Lungs release 2nd album Caviar today via FatCat Records. The album release is supported by a mammoth UK/EU tour for April and May (full dates below).

Recorded over the course of 10 long and sweaty days in Bristol’s Humm Studios Caviar is billed as a record for “those who enjoy Big riffs and have just under a half hour free in their hectic work hard play hard schedules”.

Powerful, vulnerable, and tongue-in-cheek, lyrically there are a few topics that are tackled on Caviar. The notion of failure, and trying to navigate that, the feeling of being burnt out and drained, and earning to escape all of these burdens are always close to the surface. A desire for something better than the reality at hand is a major cornerstone of the album as well. 

Sonically the soundbank pulls from further afield than your typical guitar, bass, drums set-up. Notably there’s an amazing kazoo solo on the record, a unique sonic application of a kettle, and a challenge to DEVO for the best use of a whip sample across music history. The process was anything but linear - from watching silent films on the studio telly as they recorded live takes, trying 17 fuzz pedals to realise the first one was perfect, to drummer George Garratt having his car window broken into during the time of recording percussion. Ultimately, fuelled by theft, the drums became even more pulverising.

Referencing the album title, lead vocalist Danny Nedelko explains: “one of the main themes of the record is a longing for a better life that currently seems beyond my grasp. The word caviar always possessed connotations of riches, status and excess. So after one late night conversation we realised it’s the perfect title to summarise this desire for elevated existence and success in one simple yet striking word.”

This may seem wistful, and at times bleak, on the face of it, but there’s a joy to Heavy Lungs’ brutal form of expression. They funnel life’s trials and tribulations through sticky, sweaty catharsis. Or as they put in a simple mantra:

“Write fast. Play fast. Wear earplugs”

ABOUT Heavy Lungs Bursting onto the Bristol scene in 2017, the quartet released their debut record All Gas No Brakes via Alcopop! Records last year, following an impressive arsenal of three Eps, a live BBC 6 Music session recorded and pressed, as well as a split release with long time college sweethearts IDLES.

In terms of influences there’s a melting pot between the four members, which is constantly changing. A few that were kicking around during the recording of Caviar were The Stooges, Danny Brown, Oh Sees, Drain Gang, Ty Segall, Goggs, Queens of the Stone Age, and the theme song from the 90s Spider-Man cartoon.

Recent successes include a recent French tour back in April, being played by Iggy Pop numerous times on his radio show, playing Glastonbury festival and travelling Europe. Supporting Portishead,  Idles, Metz, The Oh Sees were special moments too. 

Media attention has come in the form of press backing at NME, Bandcamp Daily, The Line of Best Fit, DIY, DORK and more; and across BBC 6 Music (Steve Lamacq, Iggy Pop).

Heavy Lungs are Danny Nedelko – vocals; Oli Southgate – guitar; James Minchall – bass; George Garratt - drums

Heavy Lungs Online Instagram | Spotify | Apple Music

Live Dates MAY 22 - Luzern, Schuur (CHE) MAY 23 - Nyon, Usine a Gaz (CHE) MAY 24 - Amsterdam, Pretty Pissed Fest /w Soft Play (NED) MAY 26 - Bordeaux, Iboat (FR) MAY 27 - Marseille, Molotov (FR) MAY 28 - Barcelona, Razzmatazz (ESP) MAY 29 - San Sebastian, Dabadaba (ESP) MAY 30 - Madrid, El Sotano (ESP) MAY 31 - Valencia, 16 Toneladas (ESP)

[animationstoriestochill]

The addams family (1973 TV series)

The goths have entered the ring!

It was the decade of the 70's and war was ensuring and propagating through the TV, blood was shed, lives were lost and wait wait no pause I am not talking about the Vietnam War (though it was in fact the first war to be broadcasted in tv and had a mayor impact in many things....) I am talking about the TV Cartoon war!

So through the 70's TV was a boom, everyone had a TV. You wanted to hang out with the family? Watch TV, Wanna unwind after work? Watch TV, Want to ignore all the terrible things happening in the world and have a good form of escapism to keep your sanity alive?..... Watch TV! And like any good capitalistic corporation everyone wanted to make TV shows and what better way to earn money than by making animations!

"BUT WAIT this is TV we can't just use money and make things with quality animation, even UPA could go cheaper.... aha why not make as little movement as we can to release quantity over quality!" mhm and that my friends is how the TV animated war started and that lead to well this story

This is the story of The Addams Family and it's cheaply animated TV show

Quite the eccentric family

Every story has a beginning but where did the Addams even come from? If you're like me then probably your first thought is the 1964 show in black and white (this is how I personally meet the family as a child) which I mean makes sense, an old tv show in black and white about an unconventional family does seem like something that would be created during that decade. Either that or you watched Wednesday on Netflix anyways the reality is the origin of this oddballs goes way far back in time.

Created by cartoonist Charles Addams in 1938, the Addams family made their debut as a one strip panel comic in the New Yorker (an american magazine) which became a success and would end up having up to 58 cartoons featuring the family until the death of the author in 1988. Before his death however The Addams ended up having a bunch of adaptations which is where the animated cartoon of 1973 comes into play. But before we talk about the cartoon we have to talk about another important player in this story that being:

Hanna-Barbera, the monarch of tv

Hanna-Barbera was an animated company created by well William Hanna and Joseph Barbera, two buddies who met in the 30's as animators and would latter go on to create Tom and Jerry. When MGM closed it's cartoon quarters in 1957, the two men would go on to create their own studio which ended up being dubbed "The General Motors of animation", why? Because when it came to animated television they were genius.

During the 60's and 70's TV shows were a total boom and the tradition of "Saturday morning cartoons" was born due to many companies wanted to take the chance to increase their view rate specially in children and what better time that the day of the week when children didn't have school (Saturday) and at the time they are most active (Morning). So if time is money and cartoons need money, the best way to save money to spend less time and there for gain more money was to make the animations as simple as possible.

And so the fight began

Hanna Barbera found a good loophole in order to save money, if you look at any animation made by this studio you will notice that most characters have a collar or some sort of clothing around the neck this way they could animate the head separately from the body allowing them to keep the moment as still as possible. This also means that backgrounds were simple loops and the shots of the camera were never complex. This was the case of the Addams show.

The show was simple, The Addams Family goes on a roadtrip around the United States while the family face weird shenanigans which can I just say, this is the most american plot ever like come on you already had a show with the family, why didn't you do it in their house they would even save more money. Also another complain of mine is why are the families using vibrant colors??? Like at least lower the saturation on the pink grandma.

Anyways as for the show's success I can't really tell. Remember how I said they saved as much money as possible? Were quality over quantity lead to many shows being forgotten and some sticking around, like Scooby Doo (which fun fact had a colab with the Addams Family) . I tried finding online if people talked about it on forums but most of them talk about the animated show in the 90's which was also produced by Hanna Barbera (how ironic).

I can say however that the Addams family are still thriving, known today a cult classic even and with the release of the Netflix show Wednesday, the popularity of this family exploded back again in media which honestly I am happy about it, I grew up watching VHS of the original 1960's sitcom so seeing that the name is not fading anytime soon is grate, let's just hope that they don't have to go through another animated adaptation made with the plan of making a quick buck.

OH COME ON (the movie is not that bad btw I just had to make the joke)

Anywho until death do us part

[schnuckelbaby]

Project 2 Proposal 15/10/24

Form:

Book object made from mixed media; different papers, photos, paint, digital work etc

And soft plush toy of the troll character to hold whilst you read

Idea:

A book is an object, it can hold within it whole, unseen worlds until you read it. It carries experiences. It invites the reader into a private journey of discovery, to glimpse at the interiority of the characters as well as the writer.

My story book will feature the two dimensional childlike character Trollgubbe as he leaves his fairytale world to encounter situations from the real world where he serves as a guide and talisman to me, mending the space between fantasy/escapism and reality. 

The textile plushie evokes experience of being read to, as well as the childhood experience of reading stories to toys; In childhood we easily cross the bridge from reality to the imaginary, escaping to unseen, secret worlds where toys come alive at night, talk only to us…

Inspired by fairytales, Swedish folklore and the metaphysical

Cartoon like/comic book content and bright colours will be pivotal in removing/contrasting Trollgubbe from his forest landscape and into my emotional landscape 

Feedback/things to think about:

Will the book be a zine - will I make multiple copies 

Will the toy be weathered or worn - how big will it be

Can I make a trollgubbe human sized suit to wear/film in/leave limp in the corner of a room

What will my installation look like

Do I want to comfort or provoke the audience

Lauren suggested I make the toy the size of djunkelskog - the large Ikea bear toy

Paige appreciated my sentiment contrasting an adult thing - panic attack with the comfort of a childish character. She mentioned using maladaptive daydreaming for escaping reality 

Bec suggested I look up Wilfred

[yoliyoli]

^▽^, 2024

^▽^ is an experimental short animation that explores one of the most profound and painful experiences in my life—the loss of my father last year. In this short film, I aim to convey my feelings about this sorrowful experience through a lens of entertainment and humour. For me, entertainment art—whether it's movies, animation, or games—has always been an essential part of my life. These forms of art have been my way of escaping reality and diverting my attention when I didn’t want to confront my emotions. After my father passed away, I found myself relying even more on these forms of entertainment to avoid facing the pain.

Throughout the film, I revisited some of the most painful memories related to my father, such as refusing to climb Mount Everest with him. However, in this film, I intend to reinterpret these memories in a humorous or lighthearted way—using exaggerated visual techniques and contrasting humour to transform these painful moments into something more bearable and relatable for the audience.

The film features a retro cartoon style, combining Low Poly 3D models and hand-drawn elements to create a nostalgic and unique visual experience. My goal is to use this short film to help myself and the audience better accept these painful memories while reflecting on our relationship with entertainment art—how we use it to escape reality and how, behind the humour, deep emotions can be hidden. This is a film about self-healing and emotional transformation, and I hope it resonates with everyone.