#a few thoughts

[austinslounge]

Just a few thoughts:

To me, it is highly sus of DeuxMoi to be posting just about every single little blind item that comes in with Austin's name on it, linking him to all kinds of women, when:

There are zero pictures

No validity at all

One blind is based on an Instagram follow (Emily)

Another is based on a random blind item sent in by an Anon (Kendall)

And this most recent one is sent in by an Anon who claims there's been a "sighting", but again, ZERO pictures (Madelyn)

Yet -- When blinds were sent in that were actually believable and credible about Lewis and [Redacted] , especially after they had already been spotted spending time in Cabo together, she's suddenly SILENT about those blind items. 🙄

If you all can't see something really suspicious with that, then idk what else to say.

Deuxmoi would rather post random blinds about Austin possibly being with random women (I swear, it's a new one every week it seems), instead of actually posting credible blinds that may have some merit about her Nepo friend.

Let that sink in.

[tenjad129]

Now, about the movie epic of my dreams...

Well, considering that I'm always working hard or even trying to draw all kinds of inspirations from both art and life and fashioned any of them all into some lifelong dream movie epic of mine, there may also be three big major influences -- in addition to my actual life and childhood experiences and especially my love of the mighty Mesozoic beasts of prehistoric times called dinosaurs -- that might bear down on the research and development, writing, and especially the making of the movie epic of my lifelong dreams, which I'm trying to work on in any way, shape, form and means imaginable either since I was in high school or even since I was a little kid:

And, those three films that I'm talking about and in question may well be Steven Spielberg, Phil Nibbelink and Simon Wells' wacky and enjoyable comedy western, An American Tail: Fievel Goes West (1991), Cartoon Network and Genndy Tartakovsky's 1999 one hour made for television animated feature film Dexter's Laboratory: Ego Trip (TV, 1999) and James Cameron's 3-D CGI-laden science fiction epic blockbuster, AVATAR (2009), respectively.

Now, it might always and forever be very incredibly dangerous for even someone like you to read one's movies, artwork, writing, etc. especially such as mine's, in a much more biographical light, and even most fiction narrative films are, after all, just that: they're all fictions!

And yet, if I were to even pull off my dream movie epic very successfully, then whoever I truly am as a person, and especially my most authentic stuff, might hopefully come out, believe it or not, if and when I ever make or direct or even write a movie of my dreams and to my very specific liking. The film of my dreams that I really wanted to make, write, and/or direct far along, after all, may not be a small low budget indie art house film, and especially a rough and profane R-Rated one like 1994's Clerks or a comic book-derived superhero epic movie like 2012's The Avengers or 2008's earlier The Dark Knight or let alone, a modern horror film like 2017's Get Out or even a gross out R-Rated comedy like 2007's Superbad. And all those may not be who I really am.

And whatever ultimate title, shape and form that my dream movie epic will assume in the end, and that most especially includes 'Planet of the Toons', it is going to be about people, young or otherwise old, and of real living flesh and blood or even fantastic beings made out of living cartoon ink and paint (as in the living (car)toons of the world of Who Framed Roger Rabbit), especially like these six cartoon characters above, who have to go on a great adventure of some sort in order to save the day as far as the things and fellow beings and creatures that he or she loved or cherished so much.

And even if my movies could ever reflect my own views, or even if the movies could ever reflect on them in turn, then either way is always fine with me.

I mean, many of my dream movie ideas and concepts are supposed to be adventure stories or even hero's journey narratives, especially of a bizarre or unusual sort or something, and filled with a sense of fantasy and wonder that's never been seen since or even outside of the original three Star Wars films from 1977 to 1983, maybe, but most especially the first 1977 Star Wars and its 1980 sequel The Empire Strikes Back, and so I never even made a secret about my affection towards older films, from Disney's 1937 Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs and MGM's 1939 The Wizard of Oz all the way up to James Cameron's AVATAR movie from 2009.

After all, I really would love to one day see, and I especially would one day love to see get made or funded or written down on some paper somewhere, a movie, and especially an epic movie, or even a happily ever after kind of epic, where any or everybody on the side of good and light and love -- even a walking, talking, and cute hand drawn 2d animated cartoon mouse, rabbit, bird, cat, or dog -- prevails against those on the side of evil and darkness and tyranny -- and especially against the dreaded and fearsome evil forces of a jealous and tyrannical hand drawn 2d animated cartoon nerd like the Mandark as he appears in Dexter's Laboratory's Ego Trip television special.

Now, my typical human hero, most often a young man or even a teenage boy, the latter type of whom ostensibly prefers trying to attract the opposite sex (and very attractive teenage girls, in particular) or perhaps even seeking out absolutely nothing but sex, drugs, alcohol, or especially property destruction or damage (all of which just so happened to be the very timeless classic staples of many a typical teen comedy movie, anyway), is summoned to a special world and to embark on a great adventure of his life, when, especially in the form of a very long distance outer space phone call paid to him by both a heroic cartoon cowboy mouse (as in the Fievel Goes West version of Fievel Mousekewitz himself) and a very lovely and very beautifully pretty saloon girl mouse (as in the Fievel Goes West version of Fievel's sister Tanya Mousekewitz as she is seen and voiced in that AAT:FGW movie by Cathy Cavadini of the Powerpuff Girls fame) on another Earth-like world or something, invites him and two other real human beings over to help them and their ally, a short, immortal being that bears a striking resemblance to a certain 90s cartoon boy genius, wrest back control of the latter being's ancient prized invention (which enables its user to control the entire universe for good or for evil) from a dreaded and fearsome Dark Lord being that also, in turn, bears a very striking resemblance to a certain bitter, jealous and tyrannical rival cartoon kid nerd to said certain cartoon boy scientist, and who had gain control of the boy genius' ideas, concepts and inventions long, long ago when said special world was still young.

Each plot just like this should create some situation in which a heraldic call to adventure is virtually demanded for the receiver of the call to either accept or refuse, with little or no apology necessary.

Now, Luke Skywalker of the 1977 Star Wars movie fame usually needed a whole lot of training and guidance from both Jedi Knight and Clone Wars veteran Obi Wan "Ben" Kenobi as well as The Empire Strikes Back's Jedi Master Yoda in order for Luke himself to become a Jedi Knight just like his dad (who later turned out to be Anakin Skywalker, aka Darth Vader, in the aforementioned Empire Strikes Back and by the end of 1983's Return of the Jedi) before him, or perhaps or maybe not all of the characters that I am writing about or am currently attempting to write about; maybe all that any, or even some, of my characters that I'm trying to write about may want is some kind of excuse for them to embark on some great adventure in that very great big huge somewhere out there, even if it turn out to be another planet just like Earth but many light years away from our Earth in outer space, and to save the day from surely utter disruption, and some of the excuses may abound:

Somewhere in my story treatment still in progress so far (as of late) for the epic of the Planet of the Toons, to give you just one example, the Fievel Goes West version of Tanya may have just fulfilled her quest not just for show business, but also to sing a song or two to the whole, entire world (of Ten'Jad, by the way) at large when she gets to sing one song to a saloon packed full of hungry cartoon cats, and maybe when her own brother, Fievel the cowboy mouse, tries to get his pretty and lovely saloon show girl mouse sister out of the saloon, having escaped being eaten by an outlaw spider man thing named T.R. Chula, maybe Tanya might be very kind enough for herself and Fievel to seek out and call up the full sized human ally of their shared dreams who, according to the prophecy in my movie ideas, they will join forces with to help the local residential (and maybe immortal) boy scientist Dexter (of Dexter's Laboratory fame) end the long reign of terror of the boy genius' wicked rival and Ten'Jad's local and residential Dark Lord, Mandark (of Dexter's Laboratory's Ego Trip television special infamy) in order for Dexter to also wrest back control of his long ago prized invention from his rival...and sure enough, the two cute heroic cowboy and pretty saloon girl brother and sister mice will finally find one that wil lcome in the name, shape and form of a teenage boy from Earth named David Joseph Zarus, who in my story lives in a similar kind of place to the one that this writer grew up in (i.e., near the outskirts of Annapolis in Anne Arundel County, Maryland, USA).

Anyway, as far as the dark corners of the internet and/or especially, some fans and professionals in the animation and/or film entertainment industries or communities are really concerned, the situation may be much more complicated, and my current one from the heart dream movie epic story/idea/concept/project, Planet of the Toons, may play a key role even if it ever get written down, developed, produced, made or funded, especially. For if any of you, and anybody still interested, especially those outside the internet, just happen to read my story treatment one day, especially if it's about what takes place when the three astronauts and their pet animal mascot join forces with the three cute boy and girl mice (Fievel, Tanya and Yasha Mousekewitz), the rascally rabbit (Bugs Bunny), the greedy crazy bird (Daffy Duck) and the immortal or so little boy genius-like being (Dexter) on a questing journey to ensure that one of the astronauts (David Zarus) and two of the boy and girl mice (Fievel and Tanya Mousekewitz) fulfill an ancient, local prophecy stating that the two mice and one full sized young human guy from the stars team up to do away with the evil reign of terror of a certain wicked rival cartoon kid-like nerd (Mandark) of a certain little cartoon boy-like scientist (Dexter)'s and save the planet and the universe, it's going to be, hopefully, one of the greatest and most extraordinary adventure stories that ever will be put between the covers of a book or especially between the first and last reels of a full-length feature film. And maybe I am still fixated on the methodology of how to make a paying and moviegoing audience feel immersed in the same kind of great adventure that these three humans and these assorted walking, talking and cute cartoon boy and girl mice, rabbit, duck, and boy genius-like being are going through on another Earth-like planet as they journey to the faraway castle of the latter's rival to do away with Dexter's rival's crooked evil and treachery. So all this really isn't going to be about 'I want to vex the professional worlds of film and animation, and especially to vex the world of the internet to the point of all three worlds banding together to try to very brutally suppress or even censor my efforts or especially my works of art,' and I just don't think I ever intended to make something extremely controversial at all, even if I may not very much be prepared for just any uproarious reaction to my work and ideas and concepts.

And gee, talk about possibly wandering blindfolded into a very incredibly dangerously live minefield! And even if it is that true, then, maybe I may have been preternaturally naïve and behaving nothing more or less better than some arrested kind of adolescent child breathtakingly trying to ignore or be breathtakingly ignorant of the whole, entire world around me at large, when all around me and my family will be all chaos and fire all over again!

And either I may succeed above and beyond anyone's wildest dreams and mine's, or else. I may otherwise succeed all too well in bringing that very great and extraordinary adventure on the faraway planet of the toons to life on the big screen (or especially in IMAX or something), depending on one's view: either way, I may turn the rivalry between the two cartoon child scientists Dexter and Mandark, both past and future, as depicted in the Dexter's Laboratory: Ego Trip television special plus especially the real world plight of Fievel's own mouse family, The Mousekewitzes of Don Bluth and Steven Spielberg's American Tail and Amblimation's Fievel Goes West fame, into a more timeless and classic and epic struggle of good versus evil set on another planet just like our Earth that would have given the likes of James Cameron, George Lucas, or even J.R.R. Tolkien, a run for their money, especiall,y while also doing my best in avoiding, deleting, or even eliminating most any references to the Fievel Mousekewitz character's real world struggles and plight, his religious faith and heritage, his social class status, and/or especially the Fievel character's native and adopted cinematic homelands on our Earth (which may be unsurprising given recent turbulent events involving many parts of our world as of late and which may lead to the impending decline, fall, destruction, collapse, ruin and very calamitous end of U.S. American history and civilization, thereby affecting Western civilization and Western world history in turn in the very long run), thereby locating the worlds of Fievel and his friends and fellow mice and especially that of Daffy Duck and Bugs Bunny and Elmer Fudd and even that of Dexter, Mandark and Dee Dee safely in the world of Ten'Jad, a fictional, distant and faraway planet that'll be just like our Earth, complete with woodland forests,. a warm-cold or temperate climate and naturally breathable air (thankdully for us humans coming from Earth, especially), but lit by two suns by day and one moon by night and by virtue of being many light years far away from our planet. For example, in my Planet of the Toons treatment somewhere, the reason why the Mousekewitz family and young Fievel moves to a faraway free land among a free people (America on our Earth; Icamer on Ten'Jad) may be Fievel's house getting burned down not in a hate-based move or in an anti-Semitic pogrom, but in some rampaging fire-breathing dragon attack, and also because the chief villain, Mandark, tries to seek a way to quash a prophecy that will see Fievel and Tanya team up with a human from across the stars to stop him and bring down his evil empire!

Now, in the show Dexter's Laboratory, Mandark is usually Dexter's rival neighbor, but in my whole run of stories or story ideas and concepts, especially Planet of the Toons, he can basically be like the Dark Lord, Sauron, the mostly absent title villain in The Lord of the Rings -- and complete with a volcanic lair, even though the irony may be that all of this may well be sort of possible in canon because of the cartoon show's very fantastical nature.

But speaking of very literal evil toons besides such villains as Mandark himself, anyway, here is an 13-second edit of the infamous Coachman character from Walt Disney's 1940 magnum opus Pinocchio hissing very evilly that any of those boys going to some spooky place such as Pleasure Island will "never come back as BOYS!", only instead showing the character's best scary face (for fear of causing any more nightmares), I had Elmer Fudd, Fievel and Tanya Mousekewitz as well as Honest John the Fox and Gideon the Cat beholding the Coachman turning himself into Samurai Jack's even more demonic enemy Aku:

Anyway, even if my dream work on Planet of the Toons may attract the notorious attention of the dark corners of the internet, I am still subject to criticism, constructive or otherwise, as a storyteller, criticism as an artist, criticism as an American, and even criticism as a person, and I will forgive them all, but as far as the internet trying to make me some weird online cult wacko like Chris Chan (whom I may have heard about before, whom I'd still rather condemn for their beastly and monstrous behavior, and who had a very constant series of run ins with the rule of law and with many authorities throughout their life!), enough is ENOUGH! All I have to do otherwise is go and pray.

Maybe in the foreseeable future, one of the first things I'll ever do when everything's all said and done about my Planet of the Toons movie epic thing one of these days is to call anyone interested or even especially any of those among the film and animation industry professionals and say "look, I know you're super sensitive to things that you perceive may deviate from the source material -- because that person among the film and animation industry professionals or even an internet user may be railing to me or you about this and that deviating too much from the source -- but please watch it and give me notes or something." And maybe I shall actively try to get people, especially film and animation industry professionals, to tell me if anything deviates, however too much, from the source material, but what I don't like is people trying to suppress and censor me and my works of art, and all of that will rile me up otherwise!

Anyway, I don't think anyone on the internet should really seem to know what really, ultimately makes me tick, especially as a person, but anyway, all roads for me could lead all the way back to my parents and to my family. And I'm very much a product of my mom and dad and a literal human mutt, granted I have Scottish, English, German, and/or even Eastern European ancestors on my dad's and my mom's sides. Now, we love our parents, and they can do no wrong, and if they teach us either lies and/or truths, it either begets a tremendous conflict and/or even a tremendous boon in our lives.

And finally, last but not least, if even you delve into all that, you'll still learn a lot of things about me, especially.

That's all, folks! So as to quote Porky Pig.

P.S. Since Christmas is coming, I'll leave all of you with a very special Christmas card from the Planet of the Toons featuring An American Tail's Fievel Mousekewitz, Tanya Mousekewitz and Yasha Mousekewitz (or raather specifically, the Fievel Goes West incarnations of all three cartoon boy and girl mice), Bugs Bunny and Daffy Duck of Looney Tunes fame, and the Dexter the Boy Genius from Dexter's Laboratory, despite Dexter ending up being a very naughty boy as demonstrated in the notorious Dexter's Laboratory Christmas episode, 1998's Dexter vs. Santa's Claws as well as a surprised but very happy real kid, all below this post for your very own Yuletide holiday festive enjoyment:

[kaddyssammlung]

I need a new challenge.

It's in my nature to get bored fast and then seek something strange, crazy or extreme. I did a marathon and now what? Ultra marathon?! Ultra trail marathon?! Getting back into dancing? Do something else with my YouTube channel before I end not uploading there anymore because creating videos is boring?! Wait...I found new music through that whole thing. I know my channel is not that popular and I don't care. I tried something new. No big deal. I crave something but I don't know what it is.

[hippolotamus]

Having some thoughts for the last official day of Pride 2023. A common theme I’ve heard from friends this year (other than, y’know, their very existence being challenged) is angry commentary from family or strangers wondering why Pride is even necessary. Why does every show or movie need a gay/lesbian/queer/trans character or couple? Obviously, none of these are new, but the fact remains that these hateful questions still haven’t gone away. Seriously, WTF?

What you’re about to read are only my thoughts and opinions, so take it for what it is. You’re free to disagree and have your own. 

I’ll start with why is Pride necessary? One of the first things that comes to mind is something I first saw on instagram a few years ago, and it has stuck with me. A quote from munroebergdorf ‘Pride is important because someone tonight still believes they’re better off dead than being gay.’ Like, holy fuck, it doesn’t get more real than that, does it? 

From an evolutionary, biological standpoint humans have a very real fear of abandonment, and loss of protection, for straying from the pack. Unfortunately, it takes far too long for most of us to realize that another pack is waiting with open arms and love. That we do not owe our bio pack unconditional loyalty simply because that’s the family we were born into. Genealogy does not make up for lack of acceptance. 

Pride is important because it’s meant to be a safe space. The festivals, parades, queer owned restaurants and businesses. I can’t speak for everyone, but my experience is that being part of the LGBTQ+ community usually involves living life as more than one person. Most times are spent taking our most colorful pieces, boxing them away, holding our breath, and hoping the wrong person doesn’t learn our secret. 

That’s where all those previously mentioned events and places come in. It’s an opportunity to finally take a fucking breath. To be yourself. To hold your partner’s hand, or look at them meaningfully, and not have to worry. It may not always feel like a big deal to parcel yourself away. But then you find yourself in a place you can finally let go and it’s like dropping 50 pounds of baggage to the floor. 

Part 2 (also, bless you if you’re still reading any of this): Why does every [popular form of media] need [inconveniently not straight] person or couple? This sort of ties back to earlier with the bio pack and the ability to find a new pack. Books, comics, television shows, movies need these characters so we don’t feel so fucking alone. 

If I remember correctly, my first encounter with a queer character was a really super awkward Lifetime movie. The next significant memory was what I refer to as my Queer Reawakening, when I met David and Patrick from Schitt’s Creek for the first time in 2021. The idea of a place built around the idea of total acceptance? Where no one cared who you loved? Where queer people had a happy existence? That was life altering. I was chemically reconfigured. From there I found a phenomenal community of friends that know me better than most of my IRL people. 

I swear I’m not trying to make this about me, but this would be incomplete if I didn’t mention Heartstopper (aka the Repressed Queer Grief era). This, to me, is the height of why representation is needed across various media. I have heard, and read, many similar comments to mine from friends and articles about this show and the graphic novels. How different life might have been if we had something like this as kids. To know that sort of existence was even possible. That just maybe some form of joy was attainable, and it wasn’t always going to be living a dual existence. 

Just like it’s important (for example) for little girls to know they can be president, or for little boys to know they can be in the ballet if they want… it’s important for every child to know that they are not wrong for who they choose to love, they are not defective if they don’t feel romantic or sexual attraction like other people, and it’s okay to question that maybe the body they were born with is not the best one. 

Part 3 (bonus!) I know this is quite long. Again, bless you for still being here. This is a piece I will just never not bring up. I feel it’s important to reiterate the importance of The Timeline of Self Discovery aka No, you’re not too old to come out/learn this important info about yourself. Some people just know from an early age that there is something different about them from their peers. That’s amazing. Enjoy being ahead of the curve. Then there’s the crowd that sort of figures it out during the teenage/young adult years. Yay! Awesome! That’s so cool! Very proud of you!

Now, what about everyone else? Not realizing until later in life can feel like a real suck fest. You were just going along, living your life, happy as a clam and then… fuck. It’s all different and nothing is as it was and how the hell are you supposed to trust your instincts if you couldn’t even see that coming? Listen. Take a deep breath. Chill for a sec. You good? Okay, perfect. 

So, here’s the thing. There is no timeline. There is no deadline for figuring these things out. It’s not like if you don’t figure it out and rush to tell the world by a certain point you’re doomed forever. For that matter, if you choose to never come out? That is also a perfectly acceptable option. You can tell as many or few people as you want. And only you get to do that. Not one single other person on the face of this earth is entitled to pressure you or take that moment from you.  

The other cool super secret thing is you can change your mind. Gasp! It’s not necessary, but more likely than you think. Maybe a bi label felt good at first but then gay or lesbian or queer felt better. Ultimately, labels are always highly personal and there is zero requirement to use one. Personally I’m a big fan of referring to myself as queer. It’s easy and people tend to understand it better than the Pan label. Again, labels are completely optional. Don’t let anyone tell you it’s necessary because they’re rude and no you don’t. 

Stay safe out there, friends and Happy Pride 🌈

[flamboyantly-understated]

maybe this is just me idk

[yeepof]

I understand that tall men are our POV characters, but surely being like a foot taller than everyone around them would have some occasional consequences

[icewindandboringhorror]

(also feel free in the tags to clarify Why you made the choice you made!! :0c)

[the-moon-loves-the-sea]

Shared here today by Matthew Boroson on Facebook. (ETA: Gaining inspiration from other authors is great. Lifting passages and avoiding giving credit isn’t.)

Tanith Lee was the first woman to win the British Fantasy Award for best novel, for the second book of the Flat Earth series. She died in 2015. You can buy Tales From the Flat Earth here and here .

[noodles-and-tea]

Our hextech dream….

[marisatomay]

You wouldn’t last an hour in the asylum where they raised me

[mimimar]

(open pages for better image quality)

the moment I heard elphaba's delivery of "there's a girl i know..." in i'm not that girl i knew i had to draw this comic, i strongly recommend listening to it while you read for the full experience!

this comic is a companion to this piece (which was inspired by glinda's delivery of the same line in the i'm not that girl reprise).

pages 1-4 are from elphie's pov, pages 5-8 are from glinda's.

prints of individual pages: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8

flower meanings in order of appearance:

[cerealsnail]

all the little people

[prlssprfctn]

Imagine in the beginning, before Red Hood's goons figure out that he is a baby, they think he is a single dad of a bunch of kids, instead. And it is not like they are wrong, since he does parent all kids of Crime Alley, but they mean not them. They mean Bats, instead.

No one is sure how old Red Hood is. But they saw a single white streak of the hair once, so he is... old, right? And these Batkids, they always hang around him, whining and asking for something - surely, it is his kids? Right? That gotta be it.

Red Hood: Now, back to- Sorry, I need to take a call. Goons: Sure, sir. Red Hood: What... Oh my god, Red. What do you mean, you don't know how to wash the carpet without- Spoiled brat. Okay, listen to me, you first need to get a really hot water... Goons: That's definitely his son being in troubles.

(It was Tim, who accidentally ruined Alfred's favourite carpet. He was in big troubles that day.)

Robin, appearing on the doorstep of Red Hood's den: Scram. I am here to see Hood. Goons, staring at little Damian: Hm-m. Red Hood, pushing them away: Bad day? (Damian wordlessly raising his arms to be picked up by Jason) Okay. It is fine. Goons: Hm-m-M.

Nightwing, whining: You are so boring. Why don't you want to play Twister with us this Sunday? Red Hood, rolling his eyes: Shut up. Goons, overhearing the conversation: Kids, am I right? Red Hood: Huh?

Goons, watching Batman and Red Hood shouting on each other on the rooftop: Hey, do we think Batman is also his kid?.. Goons: (thoughtful pause) Red Hood, completely pissed off by his dad in the meanwhile: I am TIRED of you. Go back to your stupid ass CAVE and think about your behaviour. I don't want to see you AGAIN. Batman: But- Red Hood: OUT OF MY TURF. NOW!!! Goons, staring at Batman, who walks away sulkily: ...HM-M.

Red Hood, staring at the "Best Dad" merch, given him by his goons on his birthday: I am confused. Do they mean kids from Alley, or they view themselves as my kids... What does it mean? Uh. Whatever. It is kinda sweet. Red Hood, on the next day: Thanks, guys. Very thoughtful of you! Goons, high-fiving each other: Sure, boss!

[pyrus-salicifolia]

“Normal” test results are not the relief people think they are. When you wake up in pain and continue to be in pain for hours every day and your tests come back normal you don’t stop being in pain.

[insidious-intent]

Sincerely, that's what we HAVE been doing.

For decades, centuries, eons, stories haven't been representative. For just as long, non-dominant identities have been consuming and admiring stories. The entire Disney and the Marvel/DC repertoire is proof of that. Good stories will always be universal.

We know progress isn't a sprint, we know every representative story will also not be good overnight. But sacrificing progress in representation only because we're still in the process of learning it, isn't the answer. To not acknowledge that what needs to happen is more representation, to see the whole spectrum of quality, is not the answer.

Good stories that represent more of us are out there, but we need to keep moving forward to see these stories, amplify them, and normalize them.

hot take but i think we need to start divesting from using representation and relatability as a synonym for quality, and maybe even as a metric. like are you able to watch a movie or tv show or read a book where the characters’ motivations are almost completely alien to you, and still enjoy it/appreciate it? can you see a representation of a demographic you belong to that doesn’t quite gel with your own personal experience, and not automatically discount the work? are you just consuming media like a parakeet looking in the mirror?

[nouverx]

Arcane season 2 ending made me too sad so yk what, everything is fine actually, Viktor is now a teacher at the Academy and he mentors young Zaunite students. That's how I choose to cope.