#Ohana means something I guess...

[artist-issues]

I'm not kidding, I'm not kidding, if I see ONE MORE REEL with podcasters explaining Lilo & Stitch and telling me what was wrong with the live action, talking in their stilted "I'm just now thinking about this and you should tooo" inflection, about how allegedly shocking it is that "Nani gives up her sister and so I guess Ohana means nothinggg"

I'm GOING to throw up

Do you know why?

Because everyone could've easily seen that this movie was going to be trash and actively smear the original right down to its core from the first trailer

We don't NEED YOU INFLUENCERS.

We've all SEEN the original. Nobody NEEDS YOU to create "buzz" around the corpse, even if it's to explain what's wrong with it.

It makes me want to roll my eyes until they're curling around my brain stem to watch people try to tell me "did you know that in the original Lilo & Stitch Jumba was NOT the villain, but turned into LILO's uncllleee?" Or "so I Saw The Live Action Lilo & Stitch and appARENTLY Ohana DOESN'T mean family, let me break it down for you in my spoiler-heavy review--"

no. Shut up. You're part of the problem. Nobody needed you to go purchase a displayed corpse and then explain to everyone why it smells bad. Now you know what? They're going to kill more good stories because they don't care why you bought the corpse, just that your money proves it'll sell. And in the meantime you have no problem with that because just like Disney, you're making the Original Lilo & Stitch "trending" just as long as it serves you, just as long as you can profit off of "creating content" from something that ultimately tries to erase the original.

And do you know what else, I repeat: NOBODY NEEDS YOU to explain the original lilo & stitch.

we have seen it. Everybody's seen it. It's a classic. Its iconic. It's that good of a movie. And it's a simple movie. It is not complex, it is not a Game of Thrones episode you need to deep-dive into, it is a plain-good story about something universally true.

I like to talk about its details and the craft of storytelling that went into it, but that doesn't mean the average person needs it explained to be able to see why it's perfect. and that's the point. you all didn't need to go see it, you knew it would be bad.

Quit scrambling to be "part of the moment" by scrounging around and unearthing "Stitch & Ai" and "Stitch & the Samurai" so you can have SOMETHING Lilo & Stitch-related to say.

90% of yall didn't care AT ALL about Lilo & Stitch beyond how a Facebook Karen cares about Minions. And then this movie came out. And you're buying a ticket and jumping aboard the rampage-clickbait-bus and making a scene like you care, while the festering corpse of one of the greatest animated films of all time rots in the background. And they make money off of it. Your money.

Next time if you got something to say, say it when the putrid trailer comes out. And then DON'T go see it, don't TALK about it, let it die in the dark where it belongs.

[littleeyesofpallas]

So i got this comment on a Bleach post i forgot i'd even made. It's nd old one and i hate the way it reads so i'm not reblogging it, but I will sort of resummarize bits of it now and add to it accordingly...

Kyouraku no Jirou Sakuranosuke Shunsui[京楽 次郎 総蔵佐 春水]

Kyouraku[京楽] is written with the kanji for "capitol" (the same kyou in Kyoto and Tokyo) and "music," and together referencing the music(and somewhat implicitly theatre) of the city the compound word means "enjoyment" or "pleasure." Moreover it's the root of a few recognizable terms like kyourakuteki[享楽的]: "pleasure-seeking," kyourakuseikatsu[享楽生活]: "a life of pleasure," and kyourakushuugi[享楽主義]: "hedonism" All very directly reflected in Shunsui's overall personality and demeanor.

His full title appends, (no)Jirou[次郎]: "next son" (synonym with jirou[二郎]: "second son") making his title or epithet, Kyouraku-no-Jirou[京楽 次郎]: "(the)Kyouraku's SecondSon"

In a kind of old fashioned convention for samurai, the name Sakuranosuke[総蔵佐] is a kind of temporary or informal name. (In the real world they were something a samurai might change pretty often, either as an alias or sometimes as a kind of ornamental name or epithet, but that doesn't get used in media too often, outside strictly historical settings/characters, I assume because it tends to get confusing.)

It's maybe a little strange that Katen calls him by something as informal as a kind of a nickname. On the one hand it shows their relationship is fairly casual as opposed to formal, but it seems to bring into question their actual intimacy? I guess you can just hand wave it as a cutesy pet name thing since he also calls her Ohana(O-[お] being a now rather outdated prefix in women's names, and the hana[花] of course just being "flower." But colloquially it could be read almost like calling her "Gorgeous"/"Beautiful" as in like a nickname, not as an adjective.) in return, but in conjunction with her pretty overt oiran archetype, it suggests the kind of relationship where a wealthy patron sneaking in to see a prostitute doesn't give her his real name.

Although depending on how, either angsty or romantic you want to be and what the genre and audience are, some might argue that it's more open and honest and intimate to use fake names and not be stifled by the rigor of adhering to, or even acknowledging social roles.

It would seem a little odd for how powerful he is, and thus implicitly how good his relationship with his sword spirit ought to be to facilitate that... But then even outside the nickname thing their relationship does seem more than a little strained. His reluctance to use bankai is played off in their dynamic not unlike the aforementioned brothel patron suddenly giving the cold shoulder, leaving the woman asking, "why don't you come see me anymore?"

And in this kind of overlap of samurai era period setting and sordid romance drama that their designs and character types play with, it is a pretty common trope for the naive young man to fall in love with a prostitute, promise her to buy her freedom, and then fail to follow through on his promise, typically leading one or both of the star-crossed lovers to kill themselves with the expectation that while insurmountable social factors keep them apart in life, they can be together in death.

Oh and it's also a deliberately weird reading kinda shoehorning it into being a pun on sakura[桜]: "cherry(tree)," which of course just loops back around to the spring time and flowers thing. The actual kanji used read "General Warehouse Assistant," where the (no)suke[佐] bit is a common naming suffix. The kura[蔵]: "warehouse" bit is normal enough, but the kanji [総] doesn't normally read as "sa," which seems to be shortened from satoshi[総] or satoru[総] which are names on their own. But as far as i can tell, when it's in a compound, and particularly as a prefix, [総] is only ever pronounced "sou-".

Anyway... finally, the given name, Shunsui[春水] means "spring water." (Spring like the season) It's a kind of motif in art and poetry referring to the winter snow melting at the start of spring. As with his overall design it evokes leisure and comfort; the hard times are over, the easy and bountiful times have begun.

There's also some stuff about his sword that echos bits of all this, as well as lends kind of an ominous tone that Kubo doesn't quite follow through on... But I've been over that a few times already over the years, so i won't repeat myself here. I don't know that i've got anything new to add to any of those rants.

It's off the back of this that Kubo gave his brother the name Shunzan[春山]: "Spring Mountain" which is also a common art motif. It doesn't seem to have much more significance than that, just a kind of obvious branch off all Shunsui's existing themes. No new aspects or clever insight to add to the themes in play. Honestly it almost feels like a name Kubo might have considered for Shunsui himself in some early phase of design.

Ise[伊勢] is just written exactly like Ise the modern day city, which gets its name from the former Ise province(now Mie prefecture), but more importantly it's the home of the Grand Ise Shrine, which houses one of the royal national treasures, the yata-no-kagami; a bronze mirror featured in early shinto myth, and reflects the light of the mother sun goddess, Amaterasu. While the later developments of the manga take this reference pretty bluntly, I never actually got the feeling that it was really made to foreshadowing anything. Even retroactively the "reveal" of Nanao's backstory having this link to the Ise temple via the mirror feels like it doesn't actually come from or play with her established character at all. But maybe that's just me...

Anyway, given name, Nanao[七緒] is written "Seven Chords/Strings," as in on an string instrument; could also read "Seventh Chord/String." I don't really know what to make of this apart from that it's implication of an instrument plays into Kyoraku's "music" meaning. (I did have an alternate take on her family name and subsequently a different reading on the full name in that post I reference above, which i wrote years ago, but I honestly have no idea what I was talking about in that. I think I was off on some wild goose chase by the fact that the i-[伊] in ise is actually only used phonetically in Japanese and has no apparent meaning, unless you try and looking into how it's used in Chinese. But while Kubo definite does dabble in obscure and even chinese readings of kanji, this does not appear to be one of those times...)

Anyway, her mom has a name now too, I guess. The name Isuzu[檍涼] is written with the kanji for [檍]: "ilex/holm oak/evergreen oak/birdlime tree" and [涼]: "cool-breeze/cooling-off," like cooling off in the shade of a tree on a hot day. It doesn't really play into the Ise thing*, or Nanao's name. It's also got a weird alliterative sound to it that i don't like but maybe that's just me. I don't exactly have the best ear for this sort of thing

*see comment section

I guess you could argue that collectively both sides of this family all work together to paint a certain classical kind of scene... i don't know what to call it really, but it's a common enough scene of people lounging around in spring time drinking, listening to music, and admiring the scenery. I guess it falls under scenes of hanami:"flower viewing" but I feel like that's more specific than what I'm thinking of... Unrelated to anything but it seems popular in bonsai.

So... Technically in the real world the high priestesses of the Ise shrine have a very particular lineage, where the mythic founder of the temple was the daughter of an emperor, and every subsequent head priestess has in turn been some kind of blood relative to the throne(typically a daughter or sister, but sometimes a niece or even an aunt, or more distant relative). So, even if they aren't priestesses, and there is no apparent temple, I guess that could imply that the Ise bloodline in Bleach is supposed to be near to the Soul King's lineage in some way? Yet they don't seem to be one of the two unidentified royal houses, which you would think they'd qualify for if that were the case (or the unidentified house if we want to pretend the LN are canon and Tsunayashiro count) so it's probably not something Kubo took into consideration or intended when drawing on the Ise name.

It still bugs me that Nanao's whole shtick really felt like it came out of nowhere. not just because it hadn't been addressed before, but because it wasn't even addressing questions anyone as asking. This weird working backwards sort of writing to make up an excuse for her not having her own zanpakutou, despite that fact that Kubo drew her with a distinctive zanpakutou, so it was clearly not some big master plan twist he'd been sitting on for forever. it all just feels rushed and poorly conceived. But that's true of a lot of things in the final arc. I don't think it's because Kubo was "rushed" by editorial or something, btw --i know that seems to be the popular apocrypha-- I think he's just bad at serialization. He used to get in these rutts where the plot would just fully stall out for weeks at a time, and I'm convinced these writers blocks are what contribute to some of his worst writing. He's never exploring character or themes or advancing a plot or even answering real questions, he's just trying to turn his 19 pages in on time.

That's the kind of "rush" I see underlying these weird moments where he just unloads exposition or that he he'd do where a fight would have a big power reveal only for it to immediately fail and be overshadows by a second power reveal. It's just bad pacing and I don't think he knew how else to get thru the fights because it got worse and worse as things went on over the whole series.

[intrepidacious]

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[thelaughtercafe]

Abandoned

Tea Type: Milk Tea

Potential Triggers: Struggling with eating in an anorexic manner as well as intentional sleep deprivation and self care in general.

Pairing: Daryl/F! Reader (Can be read platonic)

Length: 2.4k+

Summary: Daryl leaves, and by the time he comes home you've completely stopped taking care of yourself, much to his upset. He comforts and helps you get back on the right track.

A/N: Me? Writing more self-indulgent comfort about struggling with eating, sleep and self care? It’s more likely than you think! Also maybe I’ve binged nearly 3 whole seasons of The Walking Dead and fell in love with Daryl again. That probably didn’t help. This is just pure fluff and hurt/comfort!

When Rick and the others returned, your eyes scanned them all instinctively for injuries and when you didn’t see him, you swallowed hard.

“…Where is he?”

Your voice cracked as you looked to Carol and she gave you a watery smile of her own.

“He left. Found Merle and made his choice.”

Her voice was gentle and understanding but all you felt was abandoned and cold and angry. A rare emotion for you to feel at your family. When she went to move forward and put a hand on your shoulder you cringed and hugged yourself instead.

Your heart-broken gaze moved to Rick.

“No. You-you just let him leave?! How could you?”

“We didn’t have a choice. He was gonna bring Merle back-”

“So you just abandoned him?! Let him leave? After everything we’ve been through? Everything he’s done for us?!”

Tears streamed freely down both cheeks and you moved to storm out of the metal gates when Glenn stopped you with a hand on your upper arm.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

You roughly pulled away and leveled a glare his way.

“Get off me! You all might be fine with abandoning him to die with his brother, just the two of them out there, but I’m not. I’d rather take my chances with someone I know will be loyal.”

You whirled to look at the whole group, angrily wiping away your tears.

“Y'know what? Merle was a dick. He was rude, and crass and didn’t care about anyone but his brother. He could be monstrous and I’m not negating that. But don’t forget that Daryl was different too in the beginning, before we gave him the chance to change. And even if Merle didn’t- even if he was still a jerk who put himself before others- I trust Daryl enough to adapt and be loyal to us both. To try and help his brother change. I thought you all would too.”

When you moved to the gate you frowned as Carol blocked the way glare weakening to upset.

“…Please, move Carol. I have to do this.”

“Do what? Get yourself killed? Starve to death as you search for them like needles in a haystack? I may have lost him but I am not losing you too. And he’d never want you to go out there and put yourself at risk. He’d never forgive any of us if we let you leave. Deep down, I think you know that.”

You stared one another down before giving a bitter, watery laugh.

“Guess we’ll never know what he would think now, would we? Whatever. I’ll be in my cell if anyone needs me.”

—–

The following days were beyond painful. You found yourself constantly looking for him on instinct, used to his grounding presence just a ways in front or back of you, the way he’d mumble quips under his breath that made you smile, blush or laugh. You missed your late night talks. Remember as you’d warmed up to him. Told him “Ohana means family. Family means no-one gets left behind.” You recalled the way he’d smirked a little and nudged you with a mumbled. “What are you, 5?” You’d gone on to defend Lilo and Stitch and nudged him back with a playful smile. It had been cold that night and he’d wrapped his arms around you, made you feel safe.

And now, you’d never felt more vulnerable and isolated. You understood what he felt like at the start. Everyone looked at you like you were a wild animal, something to be pitied that could lash out at any time.

Luckily Beth and Glenn had finally given up, but Carol was persistent. You walked around the prison on patrol, her right at your back.

“Please, eat something at least, if you won’t sleep. It’s been days. Daryl wouldn’t want you to-”

“Would you stop saying that? I already told you. I’ll eat and sleep when he’s back, not a second sooner.”

“You’re acting like a child!”

Your eyes flared as you turned to her, though your expression remained cool.

“Well maybe I finally got tired being the mature one all the time. I’m still doing my part, helping everyone else. Just stop caring. Clearly it’s easy enough for everyone else to.”

Aaron joined you both as you were turning to leave when suddenly gunfire rang out, making you drop and pull Carol down with you instinctively. Aaron fell suddenly and you gasped as you saw he’d been shot in the head. Carol’s face grew steely as she positioned the body in front of you both, holding you to her tightly. Thankfully your tiny frame was easily covered.

“You stay still and you don’t move alright?”

Carol’s voice was shaky as you heard shouts ring out all around you. Are you being attacked? You hated that even now you still shook from adrenaline and fear. You heard Maggie cry out as she provided cover fire.

“Carol, take her and go!!”

You both jumped up and rushed over to where you could see Beth and Carl, grabbing guns.

A car could be heard speeding and you took the time to catch your breath as you watched in anxious horror as walkers came out of the back, hordes of them. Your mind raced, trying to figure out where everyone else was. You could all be together and deal with the threat.

You did not want to lose anyone else.

In the distance you saw Glenn and Michonne helping what looked like Hershel thank God and when they pulled up you hugged them all, quickly thinking of who else was left. Rick. Where the Hell was Rick?

You asked Hershel as much and he reassured you.

“Calm down. I saw him, he’s gonna be alright.”

He looked towards the others.

“…He’s not alone. Daryl and his brother are back. Look.”

He raised his chin behind you and you sighed in immeasurable relief at the sight. Thank God. Your core family was still together.

You all gathered and some slept while others spoke quietly in the night. You couldn’t even look at Daryl. Not yet. You didn’t want to break; not when the situation was so precarious.

Once morning came discussions began in earnest on what to do. Some wanted to leave, others wanting to stay. Rick went to leave again and Hershel finally snapped, understandably so.

When Rick returned he began allocating and you sighed as Glenn spoke up, mind racing as you tried to think of the best course of action.

“There’s barely any food or ammo.”

Daryl mumbled back.

“Been there before. We’ll be alright.”

“That was when it was just us. Before there was a snake in the nest.”

You frowned.

“Man we gonna go through this again? Look, Merle’s staying here. He’s with us now. Get used to it. All y'all.”

He stormed off as Rick tried to stop him, heading to the second floor.

You watched the group debate.

You understood both perspectives, you really did. But with a final glance around at the others, you knew where you stood, deciding to voice it when Glenn asked a dangerous question.

“Deliver Merle to the governor. Bargaining chip. Give him his traitor, maybe declare a truce.”

You moved to glare up at him, knowing he was hurting and trying to temper your instinct; protectiveness and annoyance.

“No-one’s saying you have to like the guy or forgive him, Glenn. But think about Daryl. For once. He’s done so much for us without asking for anything in return. The least we can do is offer his family a place here.”

You scoffed as you moved to go to your cell.

“At the very least, he certainly deserves better than you talking about killing his brother in cold blood behind his back."

"Like he wouldn’t throw you to the Walkers to get away the first chance he got.”

You paused at Glenn’s hiss, before looking behind your shoulder at him, ignoring the dizziness that was making you lightheaded.

“You’re probably right. But I also know Daryl would put his life on the line to protect me from that same Walker. That’s the difference. I know why you feel the way you do, and I am truly sorry for what you and Maggie both went through. But Daryl? He’s worth more to me than revenge you think will make you feel better. And deep down I think you feel that way too.”

You walked away before he could say anything more and headed up to see Daryl. You were safe for now, and you couldn’t wait any longer.

He was waiting on his bed, fiddling with his arrows. You took a shaky breath to try and steel yourself but when you opened your mouth his eyes abruptly cut to you.

“When was the last time you ate or slept?”

You winced and looked away, mouth closing as you’d gone quiet. You swallowed nervously.

“…haven’t since you left.”

“‘Scuse me?!”

You looked back at him when his voice rose and saw the anger in his eyes.

“The Hell you mean you ain’t ate or slept since I left? It’s been 4 days now.”

“It doesn’t matter, I’ll do it now okay so just-”

You turned to leave, cheeks burning in humiliation at your secret being out but looked back as rough calloused fingers curled around your arm.

“Like Hell it don’t matter! Look at me!”

You met his eyes and your tears finally fell as you did so. The aggressive tone was a bit triggering, but you and him both knew you wouldn’t have broken down like you needed to otherwise.

“I’m sorry okay!? I didn’t want you to know, I thought-I just…”

You used your free hand to cover your mouth as you sobbed.

“I didn’t want to live in a world you weren’t here with me! They wouldn’t let me go find you so I just- I just shut down. It was good anyway, Carl’s a growing kid and I’d rather my portion be used to help the others than go to waste. It was a good thing!”

Your voice cracked and you looked away to try and gather yourself when Daryl gently guided your face back to look him in the eye.

“You sacrificin’ yourself while spiraling ain't a good thing. I promise I won’t leave like that again. An’ if I ever did, I’d come back for ya. But that means ya gotta take care of yourself. Not worry the others. Beth told me, soon as I got in. Told me you was bein’ a damn fool and to get some sustenance and sleep in ya.”

You gave a watery laugh at that and moved to hug him, hiding your face in his neck and taking comfort in the warmth and solidness of him.

“Should’ve known she’d tell you. Between her and Carol it was getting pretty difficult. Pretty sure Carol was just gonna start force-feeding me soon.”

His husky chuckle made you melt further into him but he sighed and pulled back, raising his chin toward the 1rst floor.

“She must’ve got her stubborn streak from watchin’ you. Now, get some food first before you doze off, you can eat it here with me and then you’re going the Hell to bed. Y'know I’ll wake you soon as anything happens.”

You blushed at the embarrassing question you wanted to ask but he beat you to it, fingers running through your hair in the familiar way he did when you’d have a nightmare or insomnia before he left.

“Obviously I’ll be right by your side. You ain’t the only one who was strugglin’. Kept looking over my shoulder to make sure you were alright. I want you in my sight. 'Specially knowing what stupid shit you’ll do if separated from me again.”

You smiled at the fondness in his tone and pulled away to go get food. The dizziness was getting worse so you grabbed an apple and called it good as you trucked up the stairs again to his room.

He frowned a bit at the small portion but sighed in defeat after a moment from where he was back on the bottom bunk.

“Apple for now is fine, it’s probably best you get your stomach used to food again anyhow.”

You forced the apple down despite your lack of hunger since Daryl was back. That was what you’d promised Carol. You didn’t want anyone to worry about you anymore. You’d been selfish enough. Clearly you weren’t as slick as you thought if both Beth and Carol had caught on.

When you finished it down to the core he moved over to make a small space for you to cuddle into, eyes still locked on his arrow. You couldn’t stifle your smile and moved to make yourself comfortable. Wall at your back and Daryl at your right it felt like you could breathe again and you couldn’t help your yawn at the familiar position.

“Here. I doubt you’ll need if since you’re so tired but it never hurts.”

His voice was gruff but you saw the intimacy of the action as he tossed his familiar leather jacket over you, knowing you slept infinitely better with a blanket.

“You can use me as a pillow too, if ya need. I’m not goin’ anywhere.”

You relaxed completely and let yourself feel safe and contented as you snuggled into his shoulder and neck. The warmth emanating from him was already making you drift off and the dizziness was fading.

“Thanks for not leaving me. Sorry for being stupid and selfish and… like a child.”

He chuckled at that and moved one of his arms to circle you and pull you closer, ruffling your hair before continuing to play with it.

“S'fine. Everyone’s warranted a temper tantrum now and then. Just don’ make a habit of it or I’ll have to smack ya upside the head good.”

“Yeah, right. A big…softie like you?”

You stifled another yawn.

“Doubt it.”

He smiled and you blissfully passed into unconsciousness. He looked up as Carol leaned against the doorway, a wry smile on her face.

“Haven’t had a chance to say. I’m glad you came back.”

He scoffed a little.

“To what? All this?”

Carol came to sit down, voice quiet but clear.

“This is our home.”

He met her eyes meaningfully.

“This is a tomb.”

“That’s what T-Dog called it. Thought he was right…till you found me.”

Her voice was somber but gentle.

“He’s your brother, but he’s not good for you. Don’t let him bring you down. After all, look how far you’ve come.”

Her eyes moved to you sleeping soundly against him in meaning and he looked away a moment before looking back as they shared a chuckle.

[puckthisshift]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers! Spread the self-love 💞

This is such a cool idea! Sheesh, I have trouble picking my five favorites, but I guess I'll just pic some I'm really proud of atm.

give me more than just some butterflies - I love some fucked up world building shit and then using it to write some delicious werewolf breeding stuff. And I will never be sorry. I'd been sitting on this for a while before I got to post it as a friend's birthday treat.

I was done, the deal was signed - marriage pact fic. Need I say more? I don't need to, but I will. Old Guy Without A Cup Leon, giving it one more shot on the Panthers. With the guy he made a marriage pact with years ago

raise you to be good - because Ohana means family, and accidental pup acquisition means everyone's having a blast

long ago that current caught us - yes, another werewolf fic. I know what I like. But also I love playing with magical beings, and there's something that feels so special about this.

whatever promises I made - it feels like cheating to link the series with the extra bonus Leon POV fic, but I'm still so proud of this epic, and I cannot believe I now own a hardcover set of this story. Like, that's still bananas to me.

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Thank you for being there for me and being patient with my antics, even if I may seem to go too far at times. Also, sorry for being late for Christmas, I forgot...hehe...

Anyways, I hope you will enjoy what I had gifted for you! The choices are...harder than expected. Happy Holidays!

~Your local helicopter :) *As for the xtras for specific BRT members (PS from Mod Dave: yo sorry that some of these have no pics...I'm just compensating for late time)...*

For my wonderful leader and figure, I figured out that since I...don't really know your interests well, sorry, I made this decorated picture frame of a picture featuring all of us—your teammates, your family! No matter what happens, ohana is family. And YOU are ohana ^_^ @daily-rcp-poli

For my favorite firefighter and another figure, I couldn't find a better instrument for you to try out and cover some music whenever you wanted to, besides this perfectly new electric guitar I found at a low cost. No idea how it was such, but if the seller believes it is enchanting to be heard as it was played, it will be worth the play! Plus, you deserved some rest time, big guy. @dailyrcproy

As for, ehehehe, the medic who worries for my health a lot if she doesn't have to worry for a certain domeone, someone suggested me that this...thing would be interesting for you to fall in love with. Like botany? Here's something that shouldn't exist but are still plants (for real)

*What Helly means...is a pot with the Sunflower from Plants Vs. Zombies, and a few more seeds with many plants from that game that would not cause destruction or is comprable to a real plant. Sry Torchwood, all one-use plants, and aquatic plants, you don't belong here :(*

@dearest-amber-daily

Now, now, Jin, dear girl who gets reasonably mad over my immaturity, I'm so sorry for those times! Instead, I've noticed the current state of your tools, and decided to gift you a fresh and better set for you to work with! It's also easier to grip with human hands...I guessed. No idea how it actually felt, nor if the guys I asked for suggestions are right, but here you go!

(PS.: idk if these are any good, sorry. ~From a guy who never experienced a proper Christmas, bc fuck my side of Christianity and its views on this holiday, ig. I mean, Christmastime is horrible for other reasons, but ehh it's also wholesome.)

[alea-says]

H50, season 5, episode 1 thoughts...

Whatttt?

Okay, I have seen this scene before. The boys obviously in some kind of therapy. I just, honestly thought it was part of the whole therapy episode that, I think, comes in a later season.

But apparently I get BOTH!

Danny: We have been together for three years

Steve: Four

The fact that Steve then corrects him down to the day. Yeah, someone's been paying attention.

Also, Steve in that blue button up. Mmmhmmmm.

This is so beautiful I just want to quote it all.

Sir Daniel.

The fact that this is how they're starting the season... it's an obvious recap of who everyone is for new viewers but ... really?? ... could they have made it any more mcdanno??

Steve: we're ohana

Danny: I guess I was just agreeing with him, for the first time

No matter how much they argue they're family.

This poor couple obviously something is gonna go wrong... and it did.

And just in case we haven't been able to tell from his general vibes, one of Danny's intro scenes is now him and baby Joan (I think, based on how short it is). Just so we know he's father material.

(And if it's Joan, interesting that him interacting with Steve's niece is considered important enough for his intro)

Kono and Adam being adorable.

Wait. Was she surfing with her phone on her ankle? I may need me a waterproof case like that that is actually waterproof!

Hey, Steve let someone else fly the helicopter.

Shaw: you must be Detective Williams

Max: I have given her the full heads up

Danny: you gave her the heads up on what?

Steve: it's all true

And now you know there's a drone... go put your vests on.

Steve and Danny teasing Jerry together. And Danny has to slap Steve's thigh while doing so.

I'm sorry, Jerry, but yes, people do still read hard copy books.

Book em Danno.

And Steve's been shot.

Oh, look at that, Danny's just the right height for Steve to put his arm around him and use him as a crutch.

Steve: I can't drive, Danny

Danny: oh really? There's a silver lining in the face of death. Fantastic.

Steve: my leg will heal. Don't get used to it.

Okay, but now we need some cool action for stopping the plane please.

Okay, that drone was cool. Even if I did was some super Seal shanenigans (but I guess Steve's been shot, so...)

But he's up and running anyway...

Go Danny! Nice shooting!

Okay, and that clip ejection and reload was hot.

Yes, Steve does need a loyalty program with every fifth bullet extraction free. Lol.

Also, I note Danny is the one allowed to push his wheelchair.

Max: I just explained to Dr Shaw that Commander McGarrett is the leader of five-0 and that you're his deeply cynical, misanthropic, short-tempered partner.

Max: Dr Shaw agreed with my assessment, however, she did think you were cute.

Steve: hey! *reaches his hand back for a fist-bump with Danny.

(Okay, but does Dr Shaw think Danny is Steve's cop partner or partner partner? Just asking)

Well, now they're setting up a whole bunch of things for the season...

Mention of Danny's brother again... that dude better not threateb Grace.

Okay, I think this is now one of my fav eps despite the fact wasn't as much fan of the drone storyline as some of the others we've had.

Deleted scenes...

Oh, this is a brilliant one of mcdanno arguing...

Danny: where do you get stones big enough to tell that lady that I get to drive my own car?

(Stones Danny? Where are your thoughts?)

Danny: I'd like to drive it when we're together as friends.

(Steve, Danny is inviting you on a friend date where he gets to drive the car, okay)

Oh wow. Catherine found Najib but decided to stay in Afghanistan.

Wow, so Catherine breaks up with Steve in a deleted scene.

(I mean, I'm not mad, cos I do like her as a character just not with Steve, and I like she was honest with him and her reasons for staying there are good)

[wordpress-blaze-15182341]

Missiles and Meal Service: The Hidden Toll of Flying in War-zones

Common occupational hazards in aviation; the not so new flight deck stressors would encompass turbulence, delayed pushbacks, and that one passanger having an issue with someone reclining their seat (this is so very common, believe me). Let’s not forget another one who thinks the seatbelt sign doesn’t apply to them while on active runway (because they are just itching for a snack they left inside their carry-on luggage in the overhead bin. Opens bin, then bag falls off on them and everyone around. SMH)

Back to business. Pilots and cabin crew flying over the Middle East lately, especially in and out of Qatar, well, there’s a new, less subtle source of anxiety: missile attacks. Who doesn’t know the news by now?

Yes, flying into Doha these days might involve dodging airspace closures, U.S. airbase targets, and the occasional Iranian and Israeli news. Glamorous, right?

Very.

While passengers worry about delayed in-flight meals and Wi-Fi speeds being too slow or disconnecting , the crew up front and in the aisles are dealing with something much much heavier: the psychological toll of flying through a region where geopolitics are very unpredictable, stormy, and always just over the horizon.

What Happened in Qatar Exactly, you ask?

In resent years, we’ve witnessed sensitive airspaces and in response, airlines have shut down their airspaces. Flights being rerouted faster than a teenager dodging chores have become commonplace, and airline dispatchers around the world had one collective panic attack.

Now just imagine this. Inflight, flight crew are prepping beverage carts while air defence systems light up the radar. Boom-Chaka-Boom! Just another day in the skies.

Cabin Pressure: Flying with a Side of Adrenaline

Yes, crew (deck crew and cabin crew) are trained to handle demarcates, but war is not an average Emmergency! It’s one thing to worry about fuel efficiency. It’s another to fly over a region where missiles are a real-time hazard.

There is a huge difference between trusting an aircraft, the team, and trusting geopolitics.

Constant anticipatory anxiety.

Hypervigilance, even on layovers.

The unsettling knowledge that their aircraft might share airspace with defense drones, military jets, and… well, more missiles.

Hospitality Meets Hostility

Cabin crew, as you know, are the face of calm, smile and all. Even so, smiling while you serve fish, beef and a gluten free meal on a flight skimming a conflict zone? That’s dark art right there.

Results:

Crew becoming emotionally disconnected from their jobs.

Guilt when evacuating people while others are left behind. 2020 clears throat!

Luxury inflight service inside a pressure cooker floating mid air at 40,000 feet while those on ground are ducking. Definately dystopian!

More Fuel, More Detours, More Fatigue

Yep! Practical stress:

Flights being rerouted to avoid hot zones, adding hours to duty time.

Longer flight hours mean more fatigue, which affects both performance and emotional bandwidth.

There’s no glamour-AT ALL in a 15 hour turnaround because there is no clearance to land.

What Airlines Are Maybe doing

Critical Incident Stress Management teams.

Therapy appointments.

Pre and post dispatch briefings.

Even so, lots of crews feel out of the loop. Why you ask?Because, you get the news that you’re flying a risky zone when you’re already on it.

Hidden Costs: Forget Fuel and Insurance

Mental Health RiskWhat It Looks LikePTSD or traumaFlashbacks, fawning, sleep interruptions, avoidanceBurnoutEmotional numbness, lack of purposeAnxietyReccuring worry, overanalysing proceduresIsolationFeeling detached and lack of support on layovers or at home

These risks don’t show up on a flight log, but hey, they impact safety, morale, and retention. We talk about maintaining aircraft fatigue limits. What about crew fatigue limits?

Where Do We Go From Here?

How about a Flight Plan for Mental Health in Conflict Zones:

Transparent Security Briefings.

Weight & balance before takeoff is paramount, so is mental health balance.

Flight Debriefs After High-Stress Flights.

Better Global Oversight, meaning ICAO, IATA and other relevant bodies must update protocols for mental wellness involving high-risk routes.

Bottom line, pilots and cabin crew are indeed professionals for they train, adapt, and make sure to get the job done. But, they are people too and not robots. People who fly into the world’s most dangerous zones with nothing more than a safety manual and nerves of steel.

We owe them patience, understanding, protection and genuine support as they navigate war zones with grit and grace.

Fly safe. Check on your crew friends, and just maybe skip the missile jokes during boarding.

Source: Missiles and Meal Service: The Hidden Toll of Flying in War-zones

[puppetmaker40]

Kath's blog with Stitch

Kath’s blog with Stitch

Photos at the end of this entry.

(OooooOOOoooo)

This is my laptop Stitch. On it I can write anything I want.

(Shiiiiiiiney)

I guess it could be called shiny. I really need to clean it up.

(OooooOOOoooo)

Hey! Give that back

(Heeheehee Mwhahahaaahaaa)

Dsjfheruifguhvnvbivui fjkdlkfjljn dhjfncnpa947uurh jf4ijdhjfn Stitch

[grabs laptop back from Stitch]

I don’t that is how you spell dhjfncnpa947uurh

(Growl)

Okay, okay what do I know?

Anyway, the weather is damp. Rain is over but it is humid. Chilly. Will probably wear a jacket when I walk down to the docks today.

(Rain water Yucky)

I guess if you can’t handle the rain, you should handle an umbrella. HEY!

(Bad pun noooooooo laptop)

Come on. I just want to write about the stuff in my head.

(Stuff in head?)

Ouch! Stop hitting my head with the laptop. I meant figuratively not literarily.

(Oh? What that mean?)

Figuratively means in a way that involves or invokes a metaphor or figure of speech.

(long rumbling growl)

Okay metaphor means a figure of speech in which a term or phrase is applied to something to which it is not literally applicable in order to suggest a resemblance, as in Stitch is the color of the sky because Stitch is blue.

(aAAAAAhhhhhhh)

Thank you for my laptop. And thank you for not breaking it.

(You are welcome)

Can you stay out of trouble for fifteen minutes or so while I finish this?

(Okay then ice cream)

I didn’t promise you….

(GrrrrrRRRRRRRRRRR)

And after I am done, we go out for lovely ice cream.

(Yeah)

Now it has started raining again. This is supposed to be the last of it then I can put a ton of cardboard out for recycling.

(No fort?)

Yes, fort but not with that grungy cardboard. I have better boxes in the car.

(Good)

After that I go back to the super-duper house cleaning project or how much can one collect in one house in almost 40 years. I am going through with keep, sell, give away, or toss.

(Toss Stitch?)

Of course not. You are part of the family.

(Ohana)

Yes

I am grateful for the strange conversations in my head.

[brb-on-a-quest]

20:A song that has many meanings to you

Ohhhhh this one is kinda hard bc it's not that it's all meanings but more like... memories and associations.

I think the song that first broke me (in a good way) after I heard it was this one

IRL Beloved sent it to me while I was living at my aunts for a couple of months and it was the first time I felt listened to by a song in such a long while? Other songs in this category are (Battle born by FFDP, Sorry about your parents by IFH, Guardian by Aetherrealm- actually I should make a playlist for that, see what's on it).

Idk if you meant to get a lore drop but uhhhhh here u go: "I like digging holes and hiding things inside them. When I grow old, I hope I won't forget to find them." -> I journaled all throughout when I was a kid (very inconsistently) because we moved far more than literally most people I know (not as bad as some ppl, but I've lived in over double digit amount of houses In 1.5 decades of my life, in a couple different states. Do I have a lot of these journals? sadly no. I have fragments of them now. Most of them I pray have been lost or destroyed. Some of them I tried writing on google docs and I have a couple of blogging stints I tried (pretumblr on blogger.com- no you can't look for them they're private dontworry). Writing/reading were the part of my life that was really a very consistently enjoyable hobbies and escape and that's why I will keep writing until I die even if I am consistently very bad at posting or actually committing to it.

"I build a home and wait for someone to tear it down.....And a thousand times I've seen this road A thousand times." This is what my childhood was after the first logistical move I remember. Whenever we moved, I knew it was temporary until we found something different. This is not necessarily a woe-is-me thing I swear. I enjoy getting to new places and exploring and the first bit of falling in love with life again and new beginnings. But a lot of times it was hard to enjoy the new beginnings when the wounds of endings are still there (: (Side note I also associate this with Dr. Who and him building a relationship with of his companions before they get ripped away from him also the I DONT WANT TO GO david tenant face I'm sorry).

"I've got no roots, but my home was never on the ground" Over the years, I've built my home not in the ground or physical stability but in the loving relationships of the people around me whether that be sibs, friends, internet friends, college peeps, I've learned to associate home with not a place but like a purpose or a vocation or being present to a person in that moment (which is really hard cuz I fail but c'est la vie we try and fight again).

"I like standing still, boy, that's just a wishful plan. Ask me where I come from, I'll say a different land" I got asked this a lot. I'd give a different answer every time. Now for simplicities sake I'll just say the <Redacted> state I'm from to make things simpler to explain, but sometimes I recognize I'm not really from there or where I was born, or different places where I grew up.

I count gates and numbers, then play the guessing game. It's just the place that changes, the rest is still the same" Yeh this was standard on every single move. Still had family at the end of every move. The challenges of making new friends was the same. Was it perfect? nah. We're all idiots who are struggling for improvement at the end of the day and we're trying to make it better sooooooooo. idk. Ohana or something bitch idk.

Also I could go on about how the music in the background is bouncy like moving but its not necessarily a positive or negative connotation its just like... it me. this is my reality. it be like that sometimes.

[toreii]

Lost in the Book with Stitch part 50

Disclaimer: This is a fan translation. I apologize for any mistakes. I’m by no means fluent in Japanese, but I try my best. Please, support the official translation when it comes out. Be kind and friendly, and feel free to support me by donating a ko-fi if you’d like. Link is in my description!

*clink, clank!*

*clink, clank, clink!”

Stitch: “Heey!”

Lilia: “Oh, are the repairs complete!? Let’s move it to an open area!”

Floyd: “I see. This is…”

Uninhabited Island - Beach

THE SPACESHIP!

Yuu:

“You did it—!”

“Cool!”

Floyd: “Is it really possible for a vehicle this big to fly into space…?”

Floyd: “After the sea, then land, then flying, and now space? That’s really amazing!”

Lilia: “As soon as we're ready, let's board the spaceship.”

Azul: “Anytime is fine. We have recovered all the rare items on this island.”

Ace: “You were gone doing that while we all helped Stitch?”

Azul: “Of course. I have to erase all my sorrows about this island.”

Riddle: “I see…this long, distressful life is finally over.”

Floyd: “Even though it was distressful, it felt like we were on vacation at a resort~.”

Floyd: “It’s a shame it’s over. There was still a lot to do on this island.”

Floyd: “I had a lot of things I wanted to do with Stitch…”

Floyd: “Hey, you’re seriously not coming to Night Raven College?”

Floyd: “If you stay at our school, we’ll have so much fun.”

Stitch: “Ohana!”

Floyd: “There it is again, flower. What’s that about?”

Lilia: “‘Ohana’ probably refers to something important, like family.”

Floyd: “Huh. So, a family is waiting for Stitch to return.”

Lilia: “Stitch. You should return to your loved ones.”

Lilia: “Let us also return to our respective ohana!”

*Stitch walks over to Lilia*

Lilia: “Oh?”

*Hugs*

*Pulls Floyd in*

Floyd: “What, what?”

*Hugs Floyd*

Riddle: “It looks like he's sitting on their shoulders and hugging both their heads.”

Ace: “Those two crazy seniors really got along with Stitch.”

Riddle: “Oh…hehe. Will you give us a hug, too?” *Hugs Riddle*

Ace: “Oww. You really are strong. You truly were reliable guy.” *Hugs Ace*

Jack: “Don’t cling so much. Even if we don’t feel lonely, I’m sure we’ll meet again somewhere.” *Hugs Jack*

Azul: “If you come to our school, we will definitely treat you well. I still haven't fully repaid my debt.” *Hugs Azul*

Yuu:

“I’ll be a bit lonely.”

“Thank you for all you’ve done.”

*Hugs Yuu*

*Stitch whimpers*

Grim: “Don’t get sad. That doesn’t sound like you, Stitch.”

Stitch: “………”

Stitch: “I love you~!”

Floyd: “Yeah, yeah. We know.”

Lilia: “Hick……the older I get, the easier I cry.”

Lilia: “It's a shame, but life is a once-in-a-lifetime experience. However, if I'm lucky, the day will come when I'll run into you again.”

Lilia: “Now then, guys, let’s leave!”

Everyone: “YEAH!”

*Rumble, rumble, rumble…*

Riddle: “It's really flying! The altitude and speed are different from flying techniques... It's rapidly moving away from the island!”

Floyd: “Uh, no, more importantly…the spaceship is cramped!! We’re packed.”

Lilia: “It was originally a small ship. Well, if you leave it to Stitch, you'll be able to enjoy a comfortable flight.”

???: “WAIT—!”

Ace: “Hm? This voice is…woah! Guys, look down!”

Riddle: “Gantu…is chasing us with the flying board we left behind!?”

Jack: “That board is too small for your body! Don't you feel unsteady?”

Gantu: “No matter what…no matter what, I have to catch No. 626, and report to the top!”

Ace: “The word ‘top’ feels scary…I guess I kind of understand…”

Floyd: “Stitch~. Wanna give him the slip?”

Stitch: “Got it. Okay!”

Grim: “Funanananaaaah. It’s Swaaaaaaaaying…!”

Azul: “I-It suddenly accelerated. Are you planning on warping like this?”

*Sirens blaring*

Jack: “Warning sound? What is it this time?”

Wireless Communication: “This is the Galactic Federation Forces. Abort hyperdrive now. Repeat. This is the Galactic Federation Forces...”

Ace: “Galactic Federation Forces!? Something strange has appeared again!”

Riddle: “Geez. Unbelievable things happen when you're with Stitch!”

Floyd: “Ahaha! Until the very end.”

Lilia: “Ahaha! Stitch won’t let you get bored until the very end.”

Floyd: “It's super shaking and super thrilling. Stitch, you are truly the best!”

Floyd: “Alright, Stitch, full speed. Gantu, all of the galaxy, let’s tear it up, and surprise them.”

Lilia: “Yup. Shake everything off and aim for your family...ohana!”

Stitch: “ALOOOHA!”

[lets-talk-spirituality]

How are things in Hawaii? I keep reading sad news and I'm praying for everyone there.

Thank you so much for asking! While the Maui wildfires did not impact me personally, I think it has impacted everyone in some way. Watching all the local businesses hustle to get shipping containers filled to send to ‘ohana on Maui, watching the ways the Maui community has rallied together, it’s brought me to tears countless times the past week.

There is a lot going on, people are still missing and may never be identified, there are legitimate concerns around land grabs (meaning rich people or the state coming in and seizing or purchasing land—there is a huge history of land grabs throughout the islands, making this an extra big slap in the face), there are tourists who are taking pictures of the devastation to commemorate it I guess (literally fucking cruel like how dare you, this is not disaster porn, these are HUMAN BEINGS who lost everything and are still fighting daily to fucking survive and it is NOT A PHOTOP for clout).

As someone who worked in local government, my heart goes out to everyone who I know is working around the clock, communications people who are constantly getting state and department updates, firefighters who watched their fucking houses burn down in front of their eyes still fighting fires, first responders searching through remains of people they knew. It’s not just the loss of property. The stories these people share, the horrors they witnessed still brings me to tears, even writing this.

Knowing this is directly related to water diversion and so much of this could’ve been mitigated by creating a plan for wildfires. They’ve been diverting water from West Maui for fucking decades. This area was a wetland and is now so dry that it set ablaze.

If there is anything I want people to take away from this, it’s that indigenous knowledge is the only way we can save our planet and it’s time that we get stewardship back to the ones who manage it the best. I am not native Hawaiian and would never pretend to speak for them, but I relate and empathize in many ways.

Instagram accounts I recommend for helping those in Maui and also for you to learn more about Hawai’i.

Support the Lahaina families directly

Activist who speaks about the water diversion and climate change aspects of what happened with Maui fires

Kākoʻo Haleakalā

ʻĀina Momona

Hawaiʻi Alliance for Progressive Action

Kānaka Autonomy

IllumiNative — focuses on all Natives

Son of Oʻahu

Kanaeokana

Kū Project

Please learn about the indigenous communities that existed where you’re from and where you are. Listen and learn from them. And please, if you can, help educate others around you. I’m not ashamed to admit I didn’t know shit about Hawai’i before I moved. It wasn’t something that was really taught where I grew up. So coming here and learning about the illegal overthrow and occupation of this nation, experiencing firsthand and witnessing how hard it is for people to stay here, and seeing the way they have pride in their heritage and how they kept their culture alive in the face of assimilation, it all has impacted me so much.

I’m so grateful to Hawai’i, and especially the island I live on that called me here, and to everyone who has completely opened up their hearts and soul to me. I can never repay what I’ve been given, but at the bare minimum, it’s my kuleana (responsibility) to tell others what I’ve learned and experienced here.

[sparklyaxolotlstudent]

Clawd: Is something wrong?

Clawdeen: I showed our friends some human media, and... Well, I guess they felt a bit too identified with some of the characters.

(all the others at the same time)

Lagoona: 🎶Part of your world🎶

Draculaura: Azarath, Metrion, Zinthos!

Heath: Flame on!

Barkimedes: Cowabunga!

Cleo: Moon Prism Power! Make up!

Frankie: Ohana means family, and family never gives up, and never surrenders!

Toralei: I hate Mondays

[happyhabitshq]

Stitch Invitation Template Free: Perfect for Your Next Party!

Hey there, party planners and Disney lovers! If you’re here, chances are you’re looking for a Stitch invitation template free to make your next event extra special. Well, you’re in the right place! Whether you’re hosting a birthday party, a baby shower, or just a fun get-together with friends, a Stitch-themed invitation can add that perfect touch of Disney magic. And guess what? I’ve got some awesome free designs to share with you, plus a little surprise at the end. Let’s dive in!

Why Choose a Stitch-Themed Invitation?

First things first—why Stitch? If you’re a fan of Disney’s Lilo & Stitch, you already know how adorable and mischievous this little blue alien can be. Stitch is not just a character; he’s a vibe! His playful personality and heartwarming story make him a favorite for kids and adults alike. A Stitch-themed invitation sets the tone for a fun, lively, and memorable event. Plus, it’s a great way to show off your love for all things Disney!

Where to Find Free Stitch Invitation Templates

Now, let’s talk about the main event—finding a Stitch invitation template free! There are tons of resources online, but not all of them are created equal. You want something that’s not only cute but also easy to customize. That’s where I come in! I’ve designed some super cute Stitch-themed templates that are absolutely free to download. These templates are perfect for printing at home or sending digitally to your guests.

My designs feature everyone’s favorite blue alien in various fun poses, along with playful fonts and colorful backgrounds. Whether you’re going for a Hawaiian luau vibe (hello, Lilo’s influence!) or a space-themed party, these templates are versatile enough to match your vision. And the best part? They’re super easy to edit. Just add your event details, and you’re good to go!

How to Use Your Free Stitch Invitation Template

Once you’ve downloaded your free template, the fun begins! Here’s a quick step-by-step guide to make the most of your design:

Customize the Details: Add your event name, date, time, and location. You can also include a fun RSVP line like “Ohana means family, and family means no one gets left behind—so don’t forget to RSVP!”

Choose Your Colors: Match the template colors to your party theme. Stitch’s blue and pink palette is a classic, but feel free to get creative!

Print or Share Digitally: If you’re printing, use high-quality paper for a polished look. For digital invites, save the file as a PDF or image and share it via email or social media.

Add a Personal Touch: Include a cute Stitch quote or a fun fact about the character to make your invitation even more special.

Bonus: Check Out My Etsy Shop for More Designs!

If you love these free templates, you’re going to adore what’s in my Etsy shop! I’ve got a whole collection of Stitch-themed designs, including matching party decorations, thank-you cards, and even personalized items. Whether you’re planning a big bash or a small gathering, I’ve got everything you need to make your event unforgettable.

Click here to visit my Etsy shop and explore all the adorable Stitch goodies. And while you’re there, don’t forget to favorite my shop and follow me for updates on new designs and exclusive discounts. Your support means the world to me, and it helps me keep creating fun, free resources like this one!

Final Thoughts

Planning a party should be fun, not stressful. With a Stitch invitation template free, you can set the tone for a magical event without breaking the bank. Whether you’re a DIY pro or just starting out, these templates are designed to make your life easier and your party planning more enjoyable.

So, what are you waiting for? Download your free Stitch invitation template today and start spreading the word about your upcoming event. And don’t forget to check out my Etsy shop for even more inspiration. After all, “Ohana means family,” and I’d love to be part of your party-planning family!

Happy planning, and may your event be as fun and unforgettable as Stitch himself! 🌺✨

[genericnamenotkidding]

The new Lilo & Stitch Movie Rant

I guess there’d be spoilers if you’ve never seen Lilo & Stitch but it came out in 2002 and is alllll over the interest plus that whole resurgence that’s going on which now means I own 6 shirts, 2 giant plushies and a whole bunch else.

she spoke to me, one lonely weird child to another. Stitch was the first tattoo I ever got, a weird friend for a weird child who became an even weirder lonelier adult. And now I’m crying but I’m worried they’ll destroy what she meant to all those weird lonely children, that message that it’s okay to be weird and strange. That you’ll find the friend who’s just as weird as you, that your family loves you even when they don’t understand you, that they’ll keep loving you anyway. Nani was just as weird in her own way and we saw her very realistic and normal struggles to parent her sister and still try and live her life. Pleakley and Jumba just added to their weird little found family, making each other complete and happy together. And they were all fully developed people, even David, hell even the Grand Councilwoman had a personality. and I’m still ugly crying, imagining that legacy, that message being destroyed. It almost feels like desecration, like the destruction of something sacred.

I’m semi reassured that the original creator is still part of the production but concerned based on the character descriptions that they’ve been milquetoasted. Lilo is the kid who makes offering to the fish she thinks controls the weather because her parents died in a storm, and the 2025 movie wiki says affinity for gross things. Like WTF, I get reimagining a character but that not reimagining thats taking a fully fledged character with fears, thoughts and rituals and flattening them into nothing. And Nani’s described as a an athletic, type A straight A student struggling with increasing pressure, wow way to hallmark that woman. Ffs Nani is capable, smart and also a fuck up who forgets to pick her sister up but loves her unconditionally and does everything she can to keep her family together.

Ohana means family, and family means no one gets left behind or forgotten. That means nothing from beige one dimensional cardboard cutouts reading lines.

[liopleurodean]

Season 12, Episode 12: Stuck In The Middle (With You)

Boy, do I have a story for you

Yikes

She's flirting with Cas 😂

Dean...

I care. That sucks

This is a strange conversation

Not a good time frame

Man, it's so weird to be interacting with regular hunters

Wonderful

"shy, but devastatingly handsome" Dean. Please. Think about what you are saying

GOOD FOR HER

"fine" sure

Preoccupied

Aw, not Wally!!!

Ha! I doubt it

That's so sad

What was that? Like an extra title card or something

This is interesting

Poor Wally 😂

Ramble on!

MOOD

This is Dramatic

OHH it was directed by Gabriel. That makes sense

He gets the easy job

So I guess they had bad intel

Huh.

Cas...

Oh no

That's spooky

Sooo, not a demon? Or at least, not a normal one

That's not good

Shoot him!

Yellow eyes...

I guess it makes sense that there would be more of them

Here we go

Really? Must've been living under a rock

Is that a freaking spear???

That works

A barn, huh?

What was on that thing?

YED, that's what happened

Just like Azazel

This is an interesting way to tell the story

Not physically

Mary. What did you do?

He's right, Mary

Trust is an interesting word

I feel so bad for Wally right now

Yeah...

What is she doing?

Freaky

Whaaat

Okay, here's what I don't get: the Colt that killed Azazel was supposed to be basically the same as Ruby's demon knife, so why didn't it work on this guy?

She calls them Hobbits...

What the heck???

Great question

You think???

Not gonna happen, Cas

Crowley! Oh thank goodness

Well that's foreboding

Yup

What's going on here?

Thanks, Cas

Azazel was a prince of Hell

They are so screwed

Mr. Crowley

Oh boy

Oh my gosh. That's THEE lance???

The thing that Mary was after

Because he was the Prince, and Lucifer died. This explains how Crowley got it

He's so confused 😂

It's horrifying that the others are still around somewhere

Crowley through and through

Yeah...

It's a lance

Yup

If you're an angel, it goes the long way

Dean...

They need the Colt. Or even the Lance

Oh, Dean...

They're gonna summon an angel

Dude. Enochian brass knuckles

Oh, Crowley...

Unfortunately

Don't underestimate the Winchesters

Crowley needs to get out of there

Really bad

No way, Cas

KNOWING YOU HAS CHANGED ME, DEAN

DON'T DO THIS, CAS

WHAT THE HECK

"YOU'RE MY FAMILY" 😭😭😭😭😭

CAS 😭😭😭😭😭

Cas...

You're in no shape for that, Cas

OHANA MEANS FAMILY, CAS

They don't like that

I'm sure

Maybe you should

Oh really? Then why do you know?

That's not good

Dang it, Mary

Mary...

At least, the boys do

That was dramatic

Nice. Michael Sword versus Michael's Lance

Sweet

Cas is Not Okay

Your future ends in black goo...

Crowley...

That could work

Thanks, Crowley!

No thanks to you, Mary

Dean...

Of course there's one last thing

Dude. Not cool

Now's the time, Mary

Please!

Yes!

Obviously

Dude. Seriously?

Oh my gosh. It's the stupid Colt

Speechless. Literally speechless. This is so stupid, I can't even-

Pssh. Nice

Eh...

...is that Lucifer?

Wow.

[thevintagegossip]

•Nostalgic holidays•

Clinking of plates with the humming of small talk

Pitter patters of small feet and big paws

Silence creeping in to conversations where no one has the answer but the obvious

Dark deep and bluntly outlandish

Family gathered by a table or maybe what you call a bloodline

Most loved ones would talk about the present

But the past is the main subject and punch line

I remember when our prayers were asked to keep the good going

But I hear them now choking

With the words in their mind of what they really want

Stuck in a old cycle and it likes to taunt

Family reunions are suppose to be lovely

Glasses full of bubbly and comments of they are so funny

But over the years the lights have dimmed

Hearts were shattered

Validations dismissed

Children’s Questions of why wasn’t I missed

That only a few days out the year

They make the time for life’s one big glimpse

I use to say

Ohana means forever and nobody gets left behind

But gatherings like this remind me why i created a distance

I don’t want to hear about the black sheep’s

I want to embrace, catch up and eat

Without the shift of energy in the rooms

Shoving me to my feet,

See holidays use to be my favorite

Something I looked forward too

Jumped out of bed as I said goodbye to the moon

Stayed late and lost track of time

Now I’m watching the clock with hawk eyes

I didn’t know the older you got

The more you would contemplate

That it would begin to feel like you’re spinning in a room

Waiting for the ball to drop and everybody grab their shoes

But I am an adult now

With my own little boy

I want the big family

big holidays

Hallways full of laughter and joy

Though it feels like the celebrations have ended

And these dinners are a time to mourn

Where loved ones were lost and others are stuck

In a cycle I learned killed the best parts of us

Now don’t get me wrong it’s not always bad

There’s moments where I don’t feel as sad

But I want my son to feel something great

No pressure in the room or feelings at stake

I want him to see we are happily in place

Of enjoying every moment even when we’re not face to face

So I miss the holidays of cards and games

Wrestling and uno battles

No whispers or shamed names

Remembering our fallen angels

dancing in their place

But now the celebration comes around

rooms filled with hovering clouds

Worn down people and comments being Thrown around

Eyes peeling the floors up and down

To avoid eye contact with certain folks in the crowd

You would think after loosing so much

You’d pray for having the ground

A roof over our heads

the chance to be safe and sound

I guess I don’t understand where blessed became a mess

I’m trying to create different

As the past doesn’t hold me depressed

Pain and trauma took enough time

I refuse to let it be apart of my sons life.