#i need to live with an indian person every indian i have met is obscenely good at this and im so jealous

[flustersluts]

recently i have realised that. cooking is so good 10/10 actually 1 of my main sources of (non-social) joy. if u do not cook try and cook just a little somethin somethin. it can be so so easy i promise it can be a little rice with sum broccoli. it can be whatever u want. it is so fun

[thechembow]

To the woman who assaulted me at Ace Hardware today,

Jan. 15, 2021

I am your neighbor in Frazier Park. I love this mountain and feel so blessed to live here. You must enjoy its beauty as much as I do, because it is unsurpassed. The woods and wildlife give me solace. I have also always had good experiences among the humans of the mountain, shopping locally, where we all know each other and everyone is friendly. I like supporting our community and keeping everyone working and happy. I’ve never had a bad time shopping in Frazier Park, so it was somewhat of a shock to meet you this way today.

My husband and I were picking up some bird seed at Ace Hardware. If you live in Frazier Park and not in Pine Mountain Club, it’s still legal to feed the birds! We love our feathered friends. They have also been giving me nice brass shavings from their key machine which I use to make orgonite, an energy device which promotes rainfall, clears air pollution, and makes living with EMF safer. My husband, Gabe, and I have been making and gifting orgonite for almost seven years now, and we have covered all of California and much of the US west to end the drought. You might be interested to know that we have put orgonite all over this mountain too. It sure has been snowing more and more every year since we got here and the forests are alive with new baby trees, far outnumbering the trees that die of old age. There were awesome wildflower blooms out in the Antelope Valley and Gorman these past few years. It might also comfort you to know that there are Earth pipes along San Andreas Fault here and at the top of Mt. Pinos, healing the damage that was done here by your ancestors, who stole the land from the Chumash Indians and clear-cut the forests. This will help prevent earthquakes. We have gifted somewhere around 200 orgonite pieces to these mountains, from the Grapevine to the Central Coast. I wrote a book about it too. Our life and most of our resources have gone into planetary healing.

Now that you know a little more about me, I would like to know more about you. I wasn’t covering my face today like you were because I am not a member of your religion. We should be tolerant of other peoples’ beliefs. I am tolerant of your choice to hide your face from your Creator, although I don’t agree with it. I would never hit you and insult you for wearing a mask or for any other reason. What told you that I was to be deplored because of my exposed nose and mouth? When you called me a “f-ing b-tch” and punched me in the ribs, it didn’t hurt physically because you’re old and weak. But I was wondering if it was your mom or dad who taught you to do that? Did you learn it in school or in church? I’ve never been cursed at and hit by an old woman before.

I put on the mask in order not to offend you, although I didn’t have to. You continued to yell, and you were very close to me when you yelled that I would infect you. If I’m so disgusting and disease-ridden, it would be a good idea to stand a few feet away from me when you insult me. I think about 6 feet should do it. It’s also not a good idea to punch a sick person because you could get my germs on your hand. How come you disappeared out the back door when I called out, “She assaulted me!” If you’re right, you should stick around.

Incidentally, soon after we met, I tried to run into the grocery store to grab some garlic. Like at the hardware store, the employees there never get on my case for my need to breathe and show the face God gave me. I got verbally assaulted there by a customer again, which wasn’t as bad as being hit and verbally assaulted at the same time. But the woman there was much younger than you, so you may want to give her some pointers on how to really hurt your neighbor. She said, “You’re killing my family.” She also blamed me for her sick dog. It was more likely a combination of pinworms, Ascaris, a variety of liver and intestinal flukes, some tapeworms, solvents and heavy metals that killed them, along with the ventilators they pop peoples’ lungs with if they come into the hospital with a cold. I’m reading a fascinating book right now called The Cure for All Diseases by Dr. Hulda Clark. It explains all of these diseases you think are infectious and how to cure them. You need to zap your parasites and stop sharing your worms! Stop putting filth in your mouth and reinfecting yourself, says Dr. Clark. Germs are not jumping around in the air. You can learn to heal anything that’s wrong with you with this book.

In your case, you’re definitely watching too much news. I would venture to guess you’re also taking an assortment of pharmaceutical drugs which are masking symptoms of your own worms and the bacteria and viruses they carry. You probably use a smart phone. Lots of old people who don’t even understand the technology do. I wish you would be more like my grandma, who never hit a lady in the store nor uttered an obscenity. She never would have used a smart phone either. She was beautiful, strong, dignified, spoke several languages, loved fine art, cooked great meals and enjoyed life. It’s sad what a shriveled lump of fear you’re become. My grandma survived the very oppression you are doling out today by a miracle of God. Goodness knows, her life was in danger every moment for being Jewish and from Germany at the wrong time. Now I also feel like I’m in danger. If you’ll physically assault a stranger for having a different belief, then what if someone stronger or armed would do it? This is not something I want to find out. Fortunately I have a relationship with God who protects me and am saved by Messiah Yeshua. He reconciled me back to God who forgave my sin of falling into pagan culture like you have. Your world is a fantasy land, but it’s really more like a nightmare, and it is dying like you have died.

There were a few people in the store after you fled the scene who showed me sympathy. But I now know how bad things have gotten. You showed me that today. You made me feel physically sick, not just emotionally distressed, with a little help from your insane ally at the grocery store. Just last week I could go into most places in Frazier Park with my face showing. It seems your time is running out and your world is spiraling out of control. For now, I would rather not argue with you. I will cover my face in your presence and you won’t know I don’t worship your god. It gives me more inspiration to become more self-reliant and less dependent on the businesses of your world. I hate the mask with a passion. I hate what it represents and how you look in it. I think it’s very sad that you love your pathetic false god and believe this absolutely ridiculous narrative to the point that you would assault another woman. C0VID is a mental illness!

Well that’s all for now. I hope to hear from you soon. Maybe you will realize it was wrong to hit me and curse at me and I’ll forgive you. Then we can be friends and have a kosher barbeque when the weather warms up. I’m not holding my breath, no pun intended.

Your neighbor,

Sharon Daphna

[ablanariwho]

The Honeymoon Child - Part I

Last summer my parents gifted me a photograph - an enlarged version of an old, black and white one. I was sitting smugly between my parents. I think I was two and a half years old then. I was their honeymoon child. When I look at this picture, I can almost feel the warmth of a perfectly happy, young family - a fresh beginning worth cherishing. However, the story behind this beginning had the bitter-sweet elements of an era that ended with my parents’ marriage and my birth. 

Marriages were made in heaven, but assembled, packaged and delivered by people on earth

My parents were a good looking, happy couple. They saw and met each other for the first time right on the day of their wedding, arranged by their respective families. Before finalizing the proposal, nobody asked my father if he liked the girl and her family. Same was the case with my mother. Even if they were asked, how could they have opined? Neither of them had even seen each other.  Not even photographs. My father vaguely knew a few facts about the girl, that she was a graduate and lived in his city. Someone told him she had slender arms. The rest was left to his imagination. The girl’s brother, i.e. my maternal uncle, came to see my father - the proposed groom, in his bachelor pad. So my father knew who his would be brother-in-law was. That was all he had as reference material about his soon-to-happen wedding and his would-be wife. My mother was also no better in terms of knowing whom she was going to get married to. Someone told her that he looked like Dara Singh and worked at some goddamn place away from her lovely City of Joy! 

Those days it was not considered necessary to take the boy’s or girl’s opinion or approval regarding their marriage. It was like, “We are your parents. We know best what is good for you. What is there to discuss with you? And why of all persons do you need to see the girl (or the boy)? Don’t you trust us? Why the hell would we ask for your opinion? That too in a matter like marriage? What do you know about marriage and marital life? So whenever we tell you to get married, just get married. Civilized boys or girls from good families in our country do not shamelessly ask questions or plan and discuss their marriage with their elders. Okay?” Now, nobody actually said all of this to my parents. This was how the unsaid norm of the day. I think this norm perhaps originated from the custom of child or teen marriage in earlier days, during my grandparents’ generation. In their time the bride would be a minor girl and the bridegroom would be a high school or college student and yet to be financially self-reliant. Even after marriage, for quite a long time, both of them would depend on the Patriarch of the mostly agro-based, joint family, till the boy started earning or contributing to the family business or farming, substantially. Obviously, those days they were not in a position to form any opinion or take any decision regarding their own marriage - mentally or financially. Hence, in that scenario, there was no question or need to take the boy’s and the girl’s opinion. It got carried forward to my parents’ generation too by my grandparents, who themselves went through that process and didn’t know any other way of getting their children married although my parents were pretty much adult, educated and my father had a job by his own merit, when they got married. My parents simply followed the tradition. So, when my father got a post card letter from his father telling him to just land up fifteen days prior to the wedding with exactly fifteen days leave, he packed his bag and boarded the train being the most obedient son that he was. No questions asked. No discussions held. No meeting  the girl before the D-day. If he wanted, perhaps he could. It was not that difficult. Both of them were from the same city. However, I believe, they were not that adventurous types. They perhaps enjoyed the thrill of strangeness and the impending ‘meeting’! In retrospect, isn’t the more adventurous thing to do?

  Illustration: Arjun Jadhav

The adventure continued.......

The Honeymoon Child - Part II

Baby boom in the 70′s’ India -  a sex-o-phobic, lineage-loving society with a lenient government at helm

Understandably, the wedding was scheduled at the last leg of the 15 days’ leave my father took. There was barely any time left after the wedding and the post wedding rituals to stay on.  Those days, in conservative families like ours, it was even more blasphemous to take your bride along with you to where you worked and lived, immediately after your wedding. It was no less shocking than a minor boy and girl eloping. Once you left alone after the wedding, you had to wait patiently to meet your newlywed bride. In my father’s case his family house, which was during those days an overnight train journey away from his place of work, proved to be an insurmountable distance to meet his newly-wed wife. Landing up now and then or on weekends to meet your wife without due permission and sanction from the  Patriarch of the family was unthinkable. It was seen as unethical, immoral and a shameless display of desperation, unbecoming of a civilized and well-behaved, ‘newly married ‘boy’.  So you have guessed it right, why there was a baby boom in the seventies, and so many honeymoon children like me!

I really amaze at my parents’ guts to go ahead and accept complete strangers as life partners. I thank their ‘luck by chance’ that they made a good pair. I cannot imagine if the case would have been otherwise, if they had not liked each other or got along, then what would have happened to me! Had I still been born as their ‘honeymoon child?’ Maybe. Because there was not much scope of pre-marital sex those days like now. Forget about pre-marital sex. Even eye contact or the thought of talking to girls and asking them out on a date would give the good boys of those days cold sweat, hot blush, fainting and in some cases a heart attack. Boys and girls would remain virgin until they got married no matter what age they were by then. ‘Protection’ was not known or available in abundance like now. Nehru did not foresee the Independent Indians’ zeal to multiply or perhaps overlooked the need for and importance of “protection” against population explosion in the post-independence socialist India. Perhaps he thought the ‘protected economic’ policies would take care of his beloved fellow countrymen, notwithstanding their number. Today this gigantic population of uneducated, poor, helpless and spineless people - divided on caste, creed, language and religion  has proved to be the most profitable capital for the corrupt, inefficient and un-deserving home-grown Indian politicians who govern us. May be Nehru did foresee it and thought it would be great as a vote-bank for his party and his progeny. 

On top of not having a culture of pre-marital sex,  there were ‘family restrictions’ even on newly married couples which actually facilitated the baby boom. The omnipresent elders in a joint family set up, their unsaid yet obvious disapproval of any PDA (Public Display of Affection) between the newly wed couples played havoc with their wedded bliss. it was considered obscene and it included even plain talking to each other in front of the elders. Family situations, purposely or not, were unsuitable for any privacy between the newlyweds. Even at the end of the day, which used to be past midnight, the newlywed bride was not supposed to or allowed to go to her bedroom where her new husband would be seething in anticipation, till she completed all her newly assigned household chores at her new home. It was her duty to  put everybody else in the family to sleep peacefully before she would hang her boots for the day. Surprisingly most of the  family members would suddenly be suffering from acute insomnia., especially on those days when the new husband would visit his wife. The new daughter-in-law was expected to perfectly take care of all these strangers’ age-old bed time habits and paraphernalia, better than their own mothers, wives and sisters despite landing up there barely a few weeks ago. Younger, perfectly healthy college going brother-in-laws would need water every five minutes as if they suddenly realized they had diabetes; the little (adolescent) brother-in-law – a below average student, least interested in studies thus far would suddenly become very studious and need a warm glass of milk or Horlicks to keep him awake for a whole night’s study-marathon, while the oldies and the patriarch and the matriarch would need to be served medicines, isabgol or paan. The new bride was also expected or implicitly commanded to get up before everybody else. If she was found sleeping, sleeping or not, if her bedroom door was found locked even at early dawn, it was considered as an evil omen indicating impending catastrophe on the family. Surprisingly, all the family members and especially the patriarch and his wife would suddenly become power nappers of highest order to wake up almost before the sunrise despite going to bed past midnight. It left the newlywed with no scope to steal a few more minutes of intimacy as the self-appointed watchdogs were all the time on their heels to catch them on wrong foot. This ragging like situation was at its peak in the case of the eldest and the  first daughter-in-law of the family. With the subsequent daughter-in-laws being smarter and assertive, the patriarchs gradually became more and more subservient and accepting. 

To be continued .......

The Honeymoon Child - Part III

I was born luck by chance and you?

I guess in such a scenario couples had hardly any time or opportunities to enjoy long foreplay, discovering each other, silly pillow talks and romantic moments. They had to perhaps just dutifully consummate the marriage. The way any obedient newly married good boy and good girl would do. Marital sex was more a sacred family obligation to reproduce descendants or dynasty-movers to carry forward the family name and legacy than anything else. Sooner the better. 

I was born exactly a month before my parents’ first wedding anniversary. But, no, I don’t think I was born out of consummation of their marriage as a sacred marital obligation to the family. Neither my parents went for any ‘honeymoon’ officially.  That was unthinkable those days in our kind of families to the extent that even the word was not uttered in front of the elders. It was as heartbreaking as children coming and telling their parents they wanted to watch porn.  People would blush even while reading the word ‘sex’ aloud in government or school/college application forms. It was the most prohibited and avoided word in India, like “profit’ which was so hated by the then PM Mr. Nehru. Only God knows how India could still become the second most populous country in the world. We have even surpassed the number of  deities. At the time of independence we both were at around equal strength - 33 crores. Now we are 130 crores!  And some people in the last 70 plus years in post-independence socialist India made thousands of crores of personal ‘profit at the cost of public exchequer!

The very next set of couples from our family, after my parents, had gone for honeymoon with mothers, younger brothers and a family confidante of the patriarch in tow. It was considered a well-planned, economical, safe and holy trip. In one packaged tour - the newlyweds would get to visit and learn about a new historical place in the loving company of family members, mothers would get a chance to visit the pilgrimage in their bucket list and the kid brother would get a wholesome vacation. What could possibly be a better honeymoon than this?

Fortunately, Cupid took mercy at my parents. He suddenly planted an idea in my (step) grandmother’s head to send my mother to my father’s workplace. Under Cupid’s conspiring influence, she broke the protocol of discussing it with the patriarch and taking his permission. She kept insisting my father to take his bride to his work place for a few days while actually keeping the patriarch in dark about the plan. My father was naive enough not to check if the patriarch really knew about it or not. He  merrily took my mother to his work place believing the patriarch must be knowing this and must have approved of. This was how they got the chance to have an impromptu honeymoon.

I am sure my newlywed, and ‘hardly met’ parents must had lapped it up. They should have. And that paved the way for my appearance in the story! I am happy they got that chance by fluke! 

To be continued.....

The Honeymoon Child - Part IV

Honeymoon (dating), unprepared pregnancy, motherhood and parenting -  different ball games

Illustration: Arjun Jadhav  

It looks like I was more excited than my parents to make my entry in their love story before they could even perhaps know each other properly and set straight the priorities of their married life.

  Illustration: Arjun Jadhav

Jokes (sarcasm) apart, I would not recommend babies to commit this mistake of being conceived during their parents’ honeymoon. It may not always be as nice as it sounds. Especially, not for the young, unprepared, hapless mother.

I know how much my parents love me and each other. I know my mother was lucky to have a person like my father as her husband. I know though initially unprepared, later they enjoyed having me as their first born a lot. But I feel bad for my mother, who conceived me just when her struggle to qualify as the best ‘sanskari bahu’ (ideal daughter-in-law) ever and the most impossible yet the most important objective of winning her in-laws’ hearts had started. She was yet to figure out how babies were actually born which was quite weird considering she was not a child or a teen-aged bride. She was well in her twenties and educated enough. Bad or no sex and reproductive education I guess. So, forget that she would have any idea of planning a ‘family’ and hence, there I was! My poor mother may not like to accept it. But I know it does distract a new mother’s wholesome attention towards her child when at the same time she is too preoccupied with sorting other things in her life she thinks extremely important. In my mother’s case, it was her futile struggle to please her in-laws who were predetermined not to be so, going by the law of almost all the in-laws in the world, barring some aberrations. She was also struggling with the pain of losing her own mother to cancer during the same time. She was simply not prepared enough for her first baby. 

Motherhood is a tough job. Dealing with new and unsympathetic in-laws at a new place is tougher. Managing both along with the teething problems of a new marriage is toughest. It’s too much we expect from women. In today’s time the problem of in-laws perhaps has been replaced by something else such as career and compatibility or expectation issues between spouses or partners. So women must think through before becoming a mother. Parenting is the most sacred yet the most testing job. Couples must sort out their ‘issues’ before becoming parent.  They must have a certain level of evolved consciousness, self-awareness besides other practical knowledge about child and human psychology. In today’s time they may even study or at least have some idea about the socio-economic transitions taking place and how they should be prepared to raise children who would grow up and live in a different world as adults.  Children are not our toys, neither going to be our invested assets, nor our extensions. They are full-fledged human beings born with the purpose of manifesting the potential of the most intelligent life force on earth. They are evolving souls coming into our lives while on their eternal journey towards realising the divine wisdom within them. Playing the role of supporting their journey of evolution is a huge responsibility. It helps the parents to evolve too. It helps or should help invoke unconditional love, affection and compassion in them. Children are the most affected in any dysfunctional family or when they are raised by unhappy parents.  Their process of evolving into their better version gets negatively impacted and hindered because of family issues, misunderstanding and mismanagement of life by parents, families and the society.  Once we become parent, we should not let that happen to our children as much as possible at our end.

I think the concept of honeymoon itself is so pre-historic now a days. By the time couples today tie the knot, they are through with a series of ‘hook ups’ and ‘break ups’, traversing almost all the trajectories of ‘relationship’ including sex, over many moons. So where is the need or scope of a honeymoon? Even then, you can never trust babies, the little souls, when they choose to sneak into your paradise; what unfinished agenda they have from their past lives and chose innocent honeymooning, sorry, hooking up couples to land up on a detour.

So to ward off over enthusiastic babies from sneaking into your yet to be set up world, even in the days of morning after pills (i-Pill)  and an array of contraceptives, you may Google or better consult a gynecologist.  

If you are done with that (most likely you are, I mean you’re informed and educated enough about preventing unwanted pregnancy ), and if you think you are also your parents ‘Honeymoon Child’, take a break and listen to this song.

I dedicate this song to my parents whose unexpected honeymoon brought me in this beautiful world. I thank my grandmother for playing the stork unknowingly and planning the impromptu honeymoon for my naive, innocent, very much in love parents! Your honeymoon romance has rubbed on me, making me hopelessly romantic I love you Maa and Babu!

Bottom line

Marriage is a serious, yet enjoyable commitment. You need to drop the baggage you accumulate through culture and society before you get into it.

Parenting involves progression and evolution of human beings at both ends - it's not just a matter of investment for old age and dynastic legacy, counting the ROI on that. 

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[simonsoys]

So what movie genres do you think the UT cast likes? I can imagine Alphys and Sans nerding out and nitpicking sci-fi movies together for one thing heh.

Ooh! Good question! Asks like these are my favorite haha!

I’m actually going to broaden this to TV shows too. Maybe like, what their Netflix history is.

Frisk

Loves Pokemon. Has watched every single episode in sequential order. (Toriel insists on knowing what Frisk is watching, so she’s had to sit through all of it too. She’s mostly confused by what the point of all this is, and is going to barf if she hears “Gooomygoomygoomy” one more time, but admits she quite likes Brock.) Also watches a lot of Pokemon-like shows.

Occasionally watches Sesame Street, even though it’s below their age range. It’s hard to find monster-positive shows.

As for movies, its pretty much anything animated or based on a kids’ book and nothing else right now. Everything must have a happy ending.

But even more than watching Pokemon shows, they’re into Youtube Let’s Plays. They like Minecraft videos, especially Stampy. (Undyne thinks the concept of watching other people play video games is ridiculous and yells at Frisk to go outside.)

Ambivalent about Frozen. Liked Olaf but that’s about it.

Favorite movies: Matilda; The Little Prince.

Toriel

Likes PBS Masterpiece Classics, like Downton Abbey and Indian Summer. 

Probably likes Benedict Cumberbatch.

A sucker for soppy British movies.

Loves The Walking Dead more than you’d expect. Carol is her favorite.

Likes the variety of crafting shows that humans make and put on TV and YouTube. Has thought about making and uploading some of her own.

Gets overly invested into some of Frisk’s kid movies. Bought Frozen on DVD for Frisk. Honestly. For Frisk. 

Favorite movie: Philomena

Sans

Into Sci-Fi movies a lot, even though he knows the science is bogus. He and Pap both like Star Wars, it’s got a lot of non-humans who are good guys! (A head canon I ACTUALLY had previous to this ask– the two of them have seen the first Star Wars, but it’s the only one that’s fallen into the Underground and circulated. They don’t know about Vader’s relation to Luke or what a Yoda is. The monsters are possibly the only fans on the planet who haven’t been spoiled on the ending of the OT yet. Some kind human souls learn about this and set up a screening of it in a theater, so that monsters have a chance to see it properly before having it ruined for them. It’s beautiful.)

He also has a large appetite for 90s high school romcoms? Like 10 Things I Hate About You and Clueless. It’s light and funny.

Not as big on TV shows. Likes to have the experience done and over with in one sitting.

Falls asleep without fail during Frisk’s movies.

Except for Frozen, which Toriel’s watched so many times, he managed to stay awake once for it. He thought it was kinda stupid through 2/3rds of it, but the final act got him. SIBLING LOVE is relevant to his interests and now he kind of digs the movie.

Favorite movie: The Fifth Element.

Papyrus

Watches The Bachelor religiously.

Watches Dancing with the Stars religiously.

Still watches anything MTT comes out with. 

Not a binge watcher. He likes shows that are on live.

Likes to watch random YouTubers’ Vlog channels, and no one’s totally sure why. It’s so weird… watching them daily, they feel like friends that haven’t met you yet. 

Animated shows are for children. …But Power Rangers is cool.

Sees every superhero blockbuster that comes out in the theater. 

Doesn’t typically watch anyone else’s shows or movies. If it’s not something he likes, he doesn’t have time for it.

Forced to sit through Frozen at least once. Whined about Elsa’s amateurish ice magic technique and poor casting form throughout the ordeal. 

Favorite movie: Star Wars.

MK

Probably watches PG-13 movies eVEN THoUGH THEY’RE NOT YET 13??? Scandalooz!

Is more of a Digimon kid. Arguments have been had.

Also likes superhero movies a lot, and Godzilla movies.

Watches a lot of Ninja Warrior/American Ninja Warrior, and has decided they’re going to take the challenge someday.

Hates Frozen, 0/10,literally the worse movie ever.

Favorite movie: Any Godzilla movie where he’s a good guy.

Undyne

Is disappointed to learn that anime isn’t real. But that’s okay because soon afterwards she discovers Jackie Chan movies and that’s even cooler?? Martial arts are her new jam.

Likes the idea of Ninja Warrior shows, but just feels like there’s a significant lack of real danger. Needs more fire and deadly pits.

Likes watching YouTube videos of people playing musical instruments in really crazy and incredible ways.

Sometimes likes more artsy films? Like with music, she’s not all action all the time.

Still watches anime with Alphys, even though she’s learned the truth.

Frozen had fighting! And magical transformations! And a gripping love story! It’s practically an anime! (Though not the best one she’s ever seen.)

Favorite movie: Hero

Alphys

Continues to be anime trash. Probably likes most of the gay sports anime the best.  Also cute romances like Ore Monogatari!

Watches MST3K with Sans sometimes. They also found this old show where people build RC robots with sawblades on them and fight each other and they LOVE it. They’re considering organizing their own tournament at some point.

Not as into sci-fi movies– but is very into complaining about sci-fi movies. Likes to write long blog posts about why they’re bad/inaccurate.

Likes Dr. Who, despite the above statement.

Really likes cheesy romances. Watches a lot of K/J/C-Dramas.

Total weekly intake of movies and shows in hours is obscene and embarrassing to repeat.

Has blogged about Frozen’s clunky narrative and weak execution of its core themes, but has to admit the characters are lovable and has drawn at least one fanart of it. Has the unpopular ship of Elsa/Hans and just won’t let that shit go.

Favorite movie: Mew Mew Kissy Cutie: Super Lovely The Movie: Extra Doki Extended Cut Edition

Blooky

YouTubing music videos all day.

Watches concert recordings.

Watches MTT’s show every day.

Downloaded the Frozen soundtrack off the internet, but has never watched the movie and genuinely has no idea what it’s about.

Forgets they own a TV 90% of the time.

Favorite movie: ?? Doesn’t really have one. …Sorry…

MTT

Competition shows are great, but he gets frustrated by how long and drawn out human reality tv is. Between each commercial break it should be wall to wall excitement! That’s his philosophy anyway.

Is actually consuming as much film as possible now that he’s on the surface, from a variety of genres. Where Napstablook and Undyne are passionate about music, MTT sleeps and breathes film studies.

Watches the news a lot too?? Probably the best informed monster besides Asgore. He has a news program of his own, and filters a lot of the world’s current events through to monsterkind. He has to always be in the know! …It also helps for making funny, topical statements. His 1.5 million viewers love topical statements!

He’s actually a really effective reporter. There’s no region too dangerous for him, he’ll report from anywhere. War zones. Active volcanoes. Maybe even space? All while doing it in a stunning blazer and perfect hair.

He’s busy a lot, so doesn’t actually have time to watch too many things.

Frozen is exactly the kind of movie he’d make, except that Elsa’s sparkly dress did not have enough screen time. For that matter, more characters needed sparkly clothes. Someone bedazzle that reindeer, stat. 

Favorite movie: Grease; Moulin Rouge

Asgore

New to movies and TV, but is slowly getting into them. There are so many violent movies and shows out there! So he mostly lets other people recommend things to him. A member of Oprah’s Book Club. He watches the movie versions of the books he’s read.

He likes stories about peoples’ lives. Watches Dr. Phil every afternoon. Recently he’s been touched by the stories of My 600 Lb Life and Teen Mom.

Is the only sports fan in the bunch. Prefers being there in person to watching on TV, but that’s not always feasible. Paints his face, even when he’s watching from home.

Frozen was a good movie and he enjoyed it quite a lot. Thank you, Undyne.

Favorite movie: Tuesdays With Morrie; Fried Green Tomatoes

Flowey

Loves YouTube Poops and he doesn’t know why.

Hates sad movies. Hates any movie that makes any attempt to make him feel things. Up is a dumb movie.

Doesn’t really care about TV or movies, but likes to watch with other people and chatter over it to ruin their experience. He really just wants to be the center of attention.

Probably pretends to like Adam Sandler movies, but doesn’t actually like Adam Sandler movies.

Likes America’s Funniest Home Videos, especially the ones where people fall off water skis.

Frozen is disgusting and would’ve been better if everyone turned into ice and died. The end.

Favorite movie: Anyone else’s favorite, so he can ruin it for them.

Chara

Doesn’t have much experience with TV or movies outside of what Frisk consumes.

Secretly has the same crappy taste in anime and K-Dramas as Alphys, but is stuck with Frisk’s over-indulgence in YouTube and Pokemon.

Sibling estrangement and isolation is a theme too close to home. Spends too much time drawing parallels between themselves and the rest of the cast, to the characters in Frozen.

Favorite movie: Frozen