question for anyone with thoughts on the subject: books about true events are expected to be accurate. if you read a book called "the teapot dome scandal" (or whatever) you would expect to read about the events of the scandal.
if there was a chapter in the middle of it that you found out later was completely made up by the author just to keep you engaged cuz he thought you might be bored otherwise - with no notice that it had switched to fiction - you would be mad, right? you would have expected it to be made clear to the reader what is real and what is a fictional insertion. because, even if it doesn't have a bibliography or notes, you expect such a book to be factual, because it's explicitly about the teapot dome scandal which is a thing that really happened. (again, just an example.)
but it's different for tv or movies, when something crosses from book to digital it's immediately accepted that it will be quite fictionalized and inaccurate and that's just how it is. a tv show about the scandal would have fake characters and a total messed up timeline and tons of dramatic license just by default. if you were picky about it people would be like "well just enjoy things."
why is the standard so vastly different? is it because tv and movies are less "serious"? i feel like that's not a popular position - and yet it would seem so cuz otherwise what is the reason that tv is not seen as capable of presenting actual history? i was talking irl about this and my friend said it's because tv has to be fictionalized to be more successful and interesting. but lots of history books are sold to the general public and quite interesting and even the most mass-appeal paperback histories would still be rightfully criticized for freely mixing fact and fiction.
why is tv history supposed to be totally different than written history? it's like taken for granted that history prevented in a visual medium NEEDS to be full of dramatic inaccuracies. i'm struggling to understand this.
I carried this thing for MONTHS with the EXPRESS PURPOSE of putting Raphael in it (knowing full well Larian wouldn't let me do that, mechanically) and I had one major miscalculation.
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Wow! Your Ignihyde redesigns are so fucking ugly! So hideous and uninspired, and their ugliness is only amplified by your very poor drawing skills and even uglier art style! And it's laughable how you really believe that you did better than the official designs, never do that again, you can't design or draw for shit.
too late i'm already planning a heartslabyul redesign lmao
what people assume i'm thinking while i'm working on rekindled: "GRRR I HATE LO AND RACHEL!!! I HATE HER SO MUCH!!! THIS WILL SHOW HER AND HER FANS! THIS WILL SHOW ALL OF THEM! I HOPE RACHEL SEES THIS AND CRIES!!!"
what i'm actually thinking while i work on rekindled: "man i'm having a great time working on this but i can't wait to be done with this panel that's driving me nuts. i wonder how i can get that cool splatter effect rachel did in S1. bright colors make brain go brrrr. i can't wait to get to the part where hades clowns on himself. oof i'm hungry, i need to figure out what to have for dinner tonight. oh look, an 11 hour retrospective on the simpsons-"
"why don't we see laurent's schemes in kings rising? why does he act so helpless, like a puppet?" idk maybe because laurent & damen are no longer friends for the entire first half of kings rising so laurent is back to being completely alone and after prince's gambit he has no idea what to do without damen beside him. maybe bc laurent is not actually the domino master of the series. the regent is. maybe bc laurent is (canonically) behind in the game and the only reason he ever had a chance of winning is literally bc not him nor his uncle can ever predict wtf damen is going to do next. this is textual btw i am not making shit up. just as the "captive prince" is both damen and laurent, the "prince's gambit" is both laurent's and damen's gambit.
I think on this fine Saturday afternoon it's a good opportunity to take a breather and remember that there are really no ethical paparazzi pictures. Every single one is inherently exploitative.
Just because photos were taken on a movie set, when someone is 'working,' does not make the practice any less invasive and creepy. Imagine just going about your day, doing your job and having some weirdo snapping pictures of you to sell without your consent for others to endlessly repost online.
There are thousands of pictures of your favourite actor online already. Plenty taken with his knowledge and consent. I'd really like to see more of them on my dash, rather than the creeper shots.
And don't get me started how disseminating these pictures directly leads to people going to said sets. What starts off as admiring how good someone looks has real world implications.
No, hanging around a movie set and disrupting people doing their jobs is not harmless fun or a way to show your appreciation.
If you hang around a movie set, you are a stalker.
Don't tell me that it's okay to take your online admiration for someone offline. You may admire him but he does not, and will never, personally know you. He will never be your friend/boyfriend/daddy. He is a stranger.
The only way meeting your favourite actor is going to happen is at a convention or maaaaaybe a movie premiere if you're incredibly fortunate. You know, places they appear specifically to meet fans (or not in the case of premieres, where the purpose is to promote a movie. Which is also completely understandable if actors don't stop. You are not owed an interaction).
Of course, you cannot help it if you randomly run into someone you admire in the wild. Even then, consider that they probably won't be all too thrilled to be approached in public by a complete stranger. It's up to you to gauge the situation, but remember there is a person at the heart of all of this.
Boundaries and respect are a kindness which deserves to be extended to each and every human being regardless of their looks/talent/fame/wealth.
Fandoms blur those lines a little too often for my liking and I think just scrutinising what you're interacting with, or what behaviour you could be possibly falling down that slippery slope towards is nice to do every once in a while.
I mean no malice with this post and it is not directed at anyone in particular. It's something I cannot help but feel strongly about because I've seen this destructive cycle time and again in fandoms over the years. It's not healthy and it makes us all a little bit more disconnected from our humanity for it...
Did you hate the season 2 finale? Are you still looking forward for season 3 because of it or are you turned off of looking forward for any tv show good omens from now on?
What season 2 finale? Good Omens has never been adapted into a TV show. I love the book tho!
Oh. Oh. Canute didn't learn this from Askeladd, he was tough this by his father figure, that to sacrifice for what you love means to incite death. That death and control are a means to an end. It wasn't Askeladd that broke and shaped him and in who's footsteps he follows, it was Ragnar's.
"Laugh at me, if you must. Curse me, if you must. It is necessary to bring about my paradise. . .All for the sake of the love we lost." Vinland Saga, chapter 78
In some twisted way this is all for Ragnar—to sacrifice everything for what you love, which Canute claims is all of mankind—and how there are no lines he wouldn't cross for them. Because he's accepted that death is necessary for love to exist.
I can't imagine how quality my life would be if people were willing to listen to niche, incredibly strange cornered personalities. I'm such an interesting person, but people don't speak my language 98% of the time and nobody cares to unless you speak the mainstream, boring oversaturated languages that people speak with celebrity pop culture, influencers, and the so forth. The worthlessness that I feel from not being able to fit into mainstream society has made a black mark. Still, the niche incredibly strange personality persists.
I'm just a incredibly strange mentally ill, genuinely schizophrenic incredibly imaginative maladaptive daydreaming mentally ill person who cannot tell fantasy from reality, but I feel like it could have been so much more than that if society had spaces for more niche corners like us to speak.
Just a small blurb I wrote while listening to A Burning Hill by Mitski on repeat because I like torturing myself. If you want to further develop this into something just let me know because I'd want to read it. THIS IS 100% ANGST WITH NO COMFRORT. WE'RE ALL CRYING IN THE CORNER.
The air was chilled by the boney fingers and shuddering breaths of Winter’s wraiths, the sky above reflecting the stagnant sadness that grayed out the gentle light of your soul. He had promised to make it right, had promised to take you out like he used to. You just wanted him to listen to you for the first time in almost a year. He followed that with a promise to be home as soon as he and the rest of the task force were back at base. The last promise and all those before shattered like glass when you got a text from Gaz’s fiancé, raving about him finally being home and to not worry if she didn't text. That was three days ago now.
You remember the day you had met like the back of your hand, it was memorable to say the least. The bump in at your favorite little cafe had left your favorite cream sweater stained by tea and coffee, yours and his. The thought of it used to give you flutters and make you giggle at remembering the look of pure shock on your face reflected in his eyes. Now though, as you turn your key into the icy lock of your shared flat, that memory just makes the clouds seem even darker, the iciness of winter finally settling in your brittle bones as you take the first step into the door.
It would be another day before he bothered to come home, too nervous to come right away. The time he had spent reflecting and stalling left him with something worse than he ever imagined. All that greeted him inside the flat was a note on the kitchen counter with your ring laid delicately atop it. His favorite dish laid in the fridge, left completely untouched. The cold that had long begun settling in your body was finally felt by the palms of his hands and seen by the eyes you once found comfort in.
'I'm tired of wanting more
I think I'm finally worn
For you have a way of promising things
And I've been a forest fire
I am a forest fire
And I am the fire and I am the forest
And I am a witness watching it
I stand in a valley watching it
And you are not there at all' - A Burning Hill by Mitski
I am fighting the primal instinct to ship two rivals with a blue n red colour pallete that parallel each other...again...and they are predictably both guys...and yes this is about atla...yes I know the ship is obvious guys but just don't say it I am trying my hardest here...but the fanfic is making it really, really difficult...feel free to mock me once I stop this fruitless endeavour and free myself when from drowning in the nile (sorry, I am Egyptian, had to make the joke)
got my grades back for my courses last semester and most of it was to be expected, mostly A's, maybe an A-, etc. but i honestly can't get over the fact that my independent study (the buddy cole documentary) was for some reason given a B. like sure getting a B isn't bad per se, I usually get at least one B every semester and i honestly don't really care about what my exact gpa is as long as i can graduate, but come on. this school put me through months of psychological torment over this project and didn't even have the nerve to give me a B+??? i'm still coping with the self-doubt they forced on me and this bullshit is not helping!!