I know it shouldn't surprise me, but it's frustrating af to step outside the fandom and read about OFMD's cancellation on more general entertainment sites and see the majority of reactions be along the lines of "oh well it was probably Taika being over it, he always gave me the ick anyway so, whatever," and then often devolving into comments about his personal life, or conspiracy theories that can be disproven if you use your brains for 30 seconds or maybe step outside and touch grass idk idk.
And this isn't me saying "omg how could you dislike Taika" bc truly unless you're being racist or antisemitic (which, let's be real, many are), I don't give a fuck what you think about him.
But the point remains that if you have a show that is all about celebrating queer joy and finding yourself later in life, that has a diverse cast of characters in terms of race, ethnicity, sexuality, and body type, that was WRITTEN by a diverse group of writers, that is receiving praise from critics and fans alike, that from all reports was one of Max's most successful shows despite them doing next to no promotion the first season, that had two successful seasons and the creator is on the record saying he had a plan to tell the entire story in three, and it gets CANCELED.
I don't give a fuck how you feel about Taika, or how you feel about OFMD. You SHOULD be concerned about that. Because your show is next.
And before you come at me with "it's just a show, have you seen what's happening in the world?" Yeah. I fucking have. And the arts matter. They have always mattered. It's how we've shared stories and fostered communities and passed down what's important to us as a society. And they've brought us joy. And I don't know about you, but I think we could all do with a fuckton more joy in our lives.
This is absolutely a huge loss, and unfortunately it's not going to be the last as streaming services continue to go deeper in crisis. If that doesn't concern you, idk, go enjoy yourself watching season 47 of The Bachelor.
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i love merlin being so enamored by life and nature and all the beauty of the world around him, but as magic incarnate (a force that is neither good nor evil, it just is) i would love to see morally grey merlin. like ik we kinda get that with him killing people in arthur’s name and forsaking his people for the man he loves, but i mean like sorta dark and unnerving merlin who finds beauty in death and destruction and is fascinated by it. merlin who was conditioned on right and wrong but who still feels a pull to what others would consider wrong. finding wolves gorging on a carcass in the woods and feeling this pull to join them, to revert to a wild thing, to be animalistic and uninhibited. just forest nymph merlin where he’s so natural he’s unnatural.
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Dating Hinako was the first choice Kazui made on his own it seems. His entire life his decisions were made for him by his family, and specifically his father. His job was decided by his father, his school was decided by his father, even his name is a reflection of what his family wants. But getting with Hinako seemed to be something he chose on his own, he noticed she liked him and he chose to pursue her... but it's not at all what he really wanted. His entire life has been controlled by others, so of course when he starts getting his own freedom and responsibilities, he just chooses what would've been chosen for him anyway. How could you expect him to do otherwise? He never learned how to do otherwise... not until the end, atleast. But still, it was his own choice, so to him, what happened will always be entirely his own fault
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I keep seeing all this stuff in Metroid fandom (and arguably from the creative team themselves) about Samus having a motherly bond with (voice) The Baby but, like, she handed that thing over to be dissected by military scientists SO fast. I could see her being surprised that it had formed such an attachment with her by the end of Super Metroid cuz yeah that was unexpected and weird. But chances are high she saved that last bby metroid with the intent of it being used for study and destroyed in the process.
It is funny imagining her going on parent/child bonding trips with the galaxy's second most dangerous life form though.
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Adrenaline in velocity
Logan treated every race as if it were his last. He had put everything the car could give him and raced until the word was in flames. Maybe he was waiting for people to praise his improvement or for people to cheer for him. Who was he kidding? Logan was no one important.
It was clear his team despised him and had already expressed a desire for Carlos to succeed him.
'BREAKING: Carlos Sainz will join the team for ‘25, ‘26 and beyond 🤩'
It was no surprise that Logan's dream would end. He had spent an entire childhood and teenage life just to chase something that had always been out of reach. If Logan gave up racing, he would be living the American life: partying out all night, eating whatever he wished, and everything he has ever wished for. If Logan had given up racing, would he be as miserable as he is now?
Seeing the words on the blinding screen only ate at Logan's heart. Oh, how it wished it could tear away from his ribcage and shatter the glass sky. A dream waits for him, yet he couldn't chase it.
"Trust yourself. You have survived a lot, and you will survive whatever is coming," they would always say. Logan knew better. He knew better than to trust words that brought him comfort and peace.
Every step in the paddock could be his last. This could be his last race, his last time putting on his helmet, his last time stepping into the car, his last time feeding off adrenaline, his last step into Williams. It could also be the last time Logan would ever feel the weight on his shoulders, crushing him.
"You tried your best, Logan. There's no shame in it." Really? Do they think that it really is Logan's best? Do they think that he can't do any better? Flames ate away at his heart—like a bonfire—burning away whatever he had left of Williams. It wasn't fair; it never was. What is Logan expected to do now? Trudge around mindlessly without a purpose of where to go or lead?
"You're one of the top 20 best drivers in the world, you have a reason to be here, to have a seat."
Maybe if Logan had more time, he could bring the junk of metal onto the podium—basking in the glory of sweet champagne as it went into his eyes. Logan would be too busy grinning to bother of the champagne stinging as it brought tears. He would party in bars, wasting away with alcohol just like he should be in his teenage years. Logan would wake up next week with a headache as his team and friends laughed at his antics. He would rock back and forth on his heels as he waited for the next race. Logan would play padel with Alex and Oscar and so many of his friends, his hair would be entirely coated with sweat. He would win a championship.
It was all just a dream—a dream that waited for none. If you were fast enough, perhaps you would be able to chase the dream that was out of reach. A Williams? Never in a million years would it be fast enough to give Logan a taste of glory—a taste of the world hearing his national anthem as he stood with hands behind his back, baring his teeth towards the sky, American flag wrapped around his shoulders like an embrace.
Logan wished he could scream at the top of his lungs how no one knew him truly. Or how he was the American who won a WDC, the American who won his first race in F1.
"I'll try, and make my way to Formula 1." a child with a mind full of dreams had uttered such words. Logan had done so well in Formula 2, what changed?
Logan could only hope that the taste of adrenaline would suffice for the races that still wanted him. That the champagne won't taste any sweeter nor would the trophies and medals shine any brighter for anyone.
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