Wake up it's time to get blocked and reported
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ok like you know those things where they have ladybug and chat noir dress nice to go "undercover" or something at an event like a fancy part or something-
yeah so ladynoir.... but its dress chat noir and suit ladybug
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this is just my opinion but i think any good media needs obsession behind it. it needs passion, the kind of passion that's no longer "gentle scented candle" and is now "oh shit the house caught on fire". it needs a creator that's biting the floorboards and gnawing the story off their skin. creators are supposed to be wild animals. they are supposed to want to tell a story with the ferocity of eating a good stone fruit while standing over the sink. the same protective, strange instinct as being 7 and making mud potions in pink teacups: you gotta get weird with it.
good media needs unhinged, googling-at-midnight kind of energy. it needs "what kind of seams are invented on this planet" energy and "im just gonna trust the audience to roll with me about this" energy. it needs one person (at least) screaming into the void with so much drive and energy that it forces the story to be real.
sometimes people are baffled when fanfic has some stunning jaw-dropping tattoo-it-on-you lines. and i'm like - well, i don't go here, but that makes sense to me. of fucking course people who have this amount of passion are going to create something good. they moved from a place of genuine love and enjoyment.
so yeah, duh! saturday cartoons have banger lines. random street art is sometimes the most precious heart-wrenching shit you've ever seen. someone singing on tiktok ends up creating your next favorite song. youtubers are giving us 5 hours of carefully researched content. all of this is the impossible equation to latestage capitalism. like, you can't force something to be good. AI cannot make it good. no amount of focus-group testing or market research. what makes a story worth listening to is that someone cares so much about telling it - through dance, art, music, whatever it takes - that they are just a little unhinged about it.
one time my friend told me he stayed up all night researching how many ways there are to peel an orange. he wrote me a poem that made me cry on public transportation. the love came through it like pith, you know? the words all came apart in my hands. it tasted like breakfast.
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have you ever done . . . . genderbend dazai . . . . . . ebef ore .e.e. ... . .
when i tell you i speedran coloring this,,,,,,I LOVE WOMEN SO FUCKING MUCH
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no guys wait you're my favourite 'what if'? you're my best I'll never know? part-time soulmate, full-time problem? it's me and my plus one at the afterlife? you're just the girl all the boys want to dance with? and I'm just the boy whose had too many chances? you are the sun and i am just the planets spinning around you? joke me something awful like kisses on the necks of best friends? I'm half doomed? you're semi sweet? i carved out a place in this world for two but it's empty without you? scar-crossed lovers, forever? in the end I'd do it all again, i think you're my best friend?
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