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l-u-c-i-i-e · 1 year ago

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Ce serait trop long à expliquer.

J'aimerais bien pouvoir dire que j'ai commencé le travail de visualisation, mais non, pas vraiment, déjà depuis que je suis allée voir dieu-mon ostéopathe, j'ai très mal au dos quand je médite, ce qui me fait d'autant plus méditer sur le concept de douleur physique qui équilibre le corps d'une façon ou d'une autre, ou le corps qui trouve son équilibre dans la douleur, et bref j'ai juste fait imprimer une représentation de la Grande Mère en A4 cartonné, elle est magnifique mais comme dans mon rêve elle me fait bien flipper, donc je vais mettre des petites choses sur l'autel pour Elle, avant de faire quoi que ce soit. Je suis aussi en train d'apprendre la visualisation par cœur mais ça ne va pas bien plus loin. J'aimerais pouvoir dire qu'on a eu un hiver sympa ici mais, non. Et du coup, c'est déjà le printemps donc je dois me dépêcher d'aller rendre visite et faire des offrandes aux dizaines d' Aubépines qu'il y a sur les berges de la rivière sinon je sens que ça va mal se passer pour moi. J'aimerais pouvoir dire que j'aime bien les douches écossaises mais non, toujours pas. À part ça il y a une comète dans le ciel, bientôt une eclipse de soleil totale (qu'on ne verra pas en Europe mais quand même) et une éclipse totale de lune (qu'on verra bien par contre.) L'équinoxe c'est à 4am un jour où je bosse donc ça va être sympa la journée ensuite... Mais pareil si j'y vais pas, je vais me faire envoyer ad patres, donc pas le choix. À part ça encore, j'avance pas, j'ai l'impression d'être dans une chanson des Beatles défoncés, genre Happiness is a warm gun, yes IT IS…!

Survivre avec Romarin / Thym/ Ortie est ma seule voie.

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I would love to be able to say that I have started visualization work, but no, not really, already since I went to see God-my osteopath, I have a lot of back pain when I meditate, which makes me feel dizzy. So I meditate on the concept of physical pain which balances the body in one way or another, or the body which finds its balance in pain, and in short I just had a representation of the Great Mother printed in A4 cardboard, she is magnificent but like in my dream she really freaks me out, so I'm going to put some little things on the altar for her, before doing anything. I'm also learning visualization by heart but it doesn't go much further. I wish I could say we had a nice winter here but, no. And so, it's already spring so I have to hurry up to go visit and make offerings to the dozens of Hawthorns that there are on the banks of the river otherwise I feel like things are going to go badly for me. I wish I could say I like Scottish showers but no, still not. Apart from that there is a comet in the sky, soon a total solar eclipse (which we won't see in Europe but still) and a total lunar eclipse (which we will see though.) The equinox It's at 4am on a day when I'm working so it'll be a nice day afterwards. Other than that again, I'm not moving forward, I feel like I'm in a stoned Beatles song, like Happiness is a warm gun, yes IT IS...!

Surviving with rosemary thyme and nettle is my only way.

#diary #dear psychiatric suitcase #Great Old Ones

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vivid-asphodelia · 2 years ago

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La nuit déborde sur le jour. La lumière boit l'obscur et s'étiole, et frémit. Réconfort, repos, gestation. Les ombres se repaissent, grandissent et disloquent la certitude, les pensées ternes, les émotions faciles. Elles révèlent les combats, la guerre en soi, les déchirements de nos multiples voix, de nos passés, présents et futurs entremêlés, de nos léthargies innées, de nos soumissions choisies.

La nuit déborde sur le jour. Et il n'y a rien à vaincre, il n'y a rien à gagner. La lumière n'est pas le but, mais seulement un appui, ou un rêve illusoire, tout dépend ce que l'on y met. La clarté se rend et vaincue, et défaite, et presque éteinte. Il n'y a qu'ainsi qu'elle peut jaillir et devenir flamme. Flamme choyée par les ténèbres, aimée, nourrit, dans le berceau de la nuit.

La nuit déborde sur le jour. Le point de jonction, le moment où l'un commence et où l'autre finit, si indistincts que l'un et l'autre se fondent, se perdent, prennent les apparences et les facultés de l'autre. Voir au-delà. Entendre les frémissements, la communauté pérenne des sans-corps à l'énergie virevoltante. Certains hurlent un grand silence, d'autres murmures des cris qui font déborder les rivières ou souffler la flamme taciturne des comètes.

La nuit enclot le jour, et à genoux le jour survit. Avant que la braise ne rougeoie à nouveau.

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Night overflows into day. The light drinks up the darkness and withers, and shudders. Comfort, rest, gestation. The shadows feed, grow and dislocate certainty, dull thoughts and easy emotions. They reveal the battles, the war within, the tearing apart of our many voices, our intertwined pasts, presents and futures, our innate lethargies, our chosen submissions.

Night overflows into day. And there is nothing to conquer, nothing to gain. Light is not the goal, but only a support, or an illusory dream, depending on what you put into it. Light is defeated and defeated and almost extinguished. Only in this way can it burst forth and become flame. A flame pampered by darkness, loved and nurtured in the cradle of night.

Night overflows into day. The point of junction, the moment when one begins and the other ends, so indistinct that one and the other merge, are lost, take on the appearances and faculties of the other. Seeing beyond. To hear the tremors, the perennial community of bodiless people with twirling energy. Some howl a great silence, others murmur cries that make rivers overflow or blow the taciturn flame of comets.

Night engulfs day, and on its knees day survives. Before the embers glow red again.

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joshfarrises · 8 years ago

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TALK TO ME ABOUT GREAT COMET

#or w&p #or don't #you do you #ou fala com mim em português sobre gr8 comet #porque preciso falar em português sobre qualquer coisa #e #pois porque não fala-me sobre great comet?

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twoidiotwriters1 · 5 years ago

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Written In The Stars X (Harry Potter xFem!Oc)

A/N: Making friends is hard and can be a little dramatic.

Words: 2,634

Warnings: None!

Series’ Masterlist

Previous chapter // Next chapter

Chapter Ten: The Slytherin Boy.

The next days had few pleasant surprises, one of them being Draco's face when he saw Ron and Harry happily entering the Great Hall the next morning.

Harry tried to get her attention during breakfast, the boys were talking about the thing that the dog could be guarding; he had his own suspicions and intended to make Mel support his ideas, but she was quite moody that morning.

After Hermione decided to stop talking to her, she felt lonely. Not that Harry and Ron ignored her, but it just wasn't the same, not even with Harry now that he had Ron. She thought that maybe the thing was that they were boys, they had more things in common... if that made any sense.

She ate her breakfast quietly, ignoring the pain in her chest every time she looked at Hermione, who kept refusing to even glance in her direction. She was bloody mad at Malfoy too, if it wasn't because of his idiotic dare, Hermione would still be her friend, she wouldn't feel so misfit.

The next surprise happened about a week after:

During breakfast, the owls arrived with a strange-looking package for Harry, several students had their eyes fixed on them, wanting to see what it was. A letter was delivered moments after, one that Mel read along with Harry and Ron.

'DO NOT OPEN THE PARCEL AT THE TABLE.

It contains your new Nimbus Two Thousand, but I don't want everybody knowing you've got a broomstick or they'll all want one.

Oliver Wood will meet you tonight on the Quidditch pitch at seven o'clock for your first training session.

Professor M. McGonagall'

"A bloody-" Mel stopped short before she could give it away, she looked up to meet Harry's eyes, happiness flooding through them.

They stood up at the same time, their breakfast long forgotten on the table. The three kids ran towards the marble stairs only to have them blocked by Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle. Malfoy took the broom from Harry's hand and examined it.

"That's a broomstick," He said, with disgust that Mel knew wasn't directed towards the object, "You'll be for it this time, Potter, first-years aren't allowed them."

"It's not any old broomstick," Ron teased, "it's a Nimbus Two Thousand. What did you say you've got at home, Malfoy, a Comet Two Sixty? Comets look flashy, but they're not in the same league as the Nimbus."

"What would you know about it, Weasley you couldn't afford half the handle," Malfoy snapped back. "I suppose you and your brothers have to save up, twig by twig."

"Careful there," Mel replied, "we might think you're jealous..."

"Not arguing, I hope, kids?" Professor Flitwick asked, appearing beside them.

"Potter's been sent a broomstick, Professor," said Malfoy quickly.

"Yes, yes, that's right," said Professor Flitwick, beaming at Harry, "Professor McGonagall told me all about the special circumstances, Potter. And what model is it?"

"A Nimbus Two Thousand, sir," said Harry, his voice trembling, "And it's really thanks to Malfoy here that I've got it."

Mel let out a short laugh that she covered with a cough, excusing herself and starting to walk upstairs. She heard two other pairs of feet coming behind her, Harry and Ron emerging at her sides. One look at their faces was enough to burst out laughing.

"Well, it's true," Harry chortled as they reached the top of the marble staircase. "If he hadn't stolen Neville's Remembrall I wouldn't be in the team..."

"So I suppose you think that's a reward for breaking rules?" Hermione was looking disapprovingly at the package in Harry's hand.

"I thought you weren't speaking to us?" said Harry.

"Yes, don't stop now," said Ron, "it's doing us so much good."

Hermione then looked at Mel, and for a moment she thought she'd seeing hurt in her eyes, almost as if she was asking her if she felt the same way.

She did not.

Hermione never asked, she just walked away.

That night Harry and Ron had to practically drag her back to their dormitory to see the new broom.

"Wow," Ron sighed.

That summed up pretty much every thought Mel had about it: It was pleasant to look at, impressive to look at, she fell in love with it.

Mel sat on the bed and softly let her fingertips run over the handle.

"It's beautiful," She glanced back at Harry, "you'll let me fly in it some time, Glasses?"

"Of course," He smiled, glad to see her in a better mood.

"Can I go to your practice?" She inquired.

"We have homework," Ron raised a brow.

"I finished yesterday," She said proudly, "so, what do you say?"

"I guess Oliver won't mind," He shrugged.

He walked out to the Quidditch pitch with Mel beside him.

"Can I ask you something?" The boy said.

"Sure," She tilted her head, "what thing?"

"Are you angry with me and Ron because of what happened with Hermione?" He scratched the back of his neck, "I know you liked her"

Mel sighed, shaking her head.

"I'm not angry with you. I wish you could be more polite, she only acts like that cause she feels pressured to be a good student, so her parents can feel proud. I get that feeling... but I'm not angry"

"Then why have you been so quiet around us?"

"I just feel that you and Ron understand each other better," She gave him a shy smile, "sometimes I even consider that... maybe you don't need me as much as before. That's one of the reasons why affected me so much when Hermione stopped talking to me."

"Mel," Harry blinked in surprise, "Why didn't you tell me you felt like that? Listen, I might talk to Ron a lot, but you're still my best friend. I would never stop talking to you!"

"I know you won't, but it's hard to feel like I belong, you know?"

"You belong. I don't know what would I do without you," Harry nudged her arm, "I'm sure Hermione will talk to you again in a few weeks, you'll see. You're too great to ignore"

"Thank you, Glasses," She wiped away the tears that were threatening to fall from her eyes.

"There's nothing to worry about, Dumby," He smirked.

"Please don't," She complained, "that's even worse than 'Dumbledore girl"

"Too late. I like how it sounds."

When they arrived at the Quidditch pitch Oliver Wood wasn't there yet, she was about to go over to the stands when Harry spoke up.

"You want to fly?"

"Now?" She looked around, "it's dark..."

"Yes or no?"

"...Yes"

Harry handed the broom to her, she hesitated.

"It's the first time someone will use it, are you sure you want me to go first?"

"I trust you," Harry shrugged, "you won't break it, won't you?"

"I'll try not to," She joked.

"I'll risk it," He insisted, taking her hand and putting the broom's handle in it. Mel held it firmly, mounting the broom as their teacher had told them to.

"Ready?" Her friend asked with a tiny smile on his face.

Instead of replying, Mel kicked off and swiftly move upwards.

That broom was really something else, it moved smoothly in the air, she barely had to move her wrist for changing directions. She was a bit tense at first, too scared to attempt any abrupt movements, then Harry's voice came from the ground, encouraging her to go faster.

So she did, maybe not her best idea, but the feeling in her stomach each time that she would fall fast and go back up was like nothing else. Eventually, she decided to go back to the ground, landing a few meters away from her friend, who sprinted towards her with a bright smile.

"See? Wasn't bad, was it?"

"It's amazing!" Mel jumped off from the broom, "Thank you! It made me feel much better..."

"It's nothing," He replied casually.

She offered him the broom.

"Your turn."

Harry's smile widened as he took the broom and flew around the Quidditch Pitch. Mel made her way to the stands, wrapping her scarf a bit tighter around her neck. She watched as Harry flew around the Pitch. He was wonderful to look at when he was flying, she had the feeling that it would become one of her favorite things: Harry flying around in a Quidditch uniform, his hair messier after a whole afternoon of training.

She felt the same sensation in her stomach once more, only that this time it wasn't from falling aimlessly on a broom.

When the practice was over, she had a hard time maintaining her attitude as calm as possible, she couldn't stop thinking about Harry's perfect score when catching every single one of the golf balls.

Mel discovered that as much as she liked watching Harry, she also had lots of schoolwork to get done, so she let him leave the common room without her three times a week while her a Ron stayed behind in the Gryffindor tower.

Halloween arrived and with it, the opportunity to practice more complicated charms. Professor Flitwick paired them up -Mel was with Neville, who seemed delighted to have her as his partner- and walked them through each of the steps.

"Now, don't forget that nice wrist movement we've been practising! Swish and flick, remember, swish and flick. And saying the magic words properly is very important, too – never forget Wizard Baruffio, who said 's' instead of 'f' and found himself on the floor with a buffalo on his chest."

It took Mel exactly three attempts. When her feather moved, Professor Flitwick was so pleased he gave Gryffindor five points. She could've floated away in bliss too if it wasn't because an argument caught her attention, a few seats behind her.

"You're saying it wrong," Hermione had been paired up with Ron, "It's Wing-gar-dium Levi-o-sa, make the 'gar' nice and long."

"You do it, then, if you're so clever," Ron snarled.

Hermione flicked her wand and said, "Wingardium Leviosa!"

Their feather rose off the desk and hovered about four feet above their heads.

"Oh, well done!" Professor Flitwick, clapped, "Miss Granger's done it too!"

Ron was less than pleased when the lesson ended.

"It's no wonder no one can stand her," he said to Harry and Mel as they pushed their way into the crowded corridor, "She's a nightmare, honestly."

Mel was about to deny it when Hermione's figure appeared in front of them, pushing Harry out of the way. Her heart broke when she noticed the tears.

"I think she heard you."

"So?" said Ron, but he looked uneasy, "She must've noticed she's got no friends."

"No friends?!" Mel exclaimed, catching people's attention, "She had me! And because of your stupid comments, she won't talk to me ever again!"

"Woah, Mel listen-" Ron tried to calm her down, panicking at her outburst.

He tried to hold one of her hands and she snatched it away, almost hitting Harry in the process.

"No, you listen to me," She demanded, "I'm sick of listening to your complaints. I'm sick of hearing your rude comments about Hermione. You are the one that's impossible to stand! You're childish and... and I don't think I can't keep tolerating this!"

She turned around, pushing through the bodies of a few students that had stopped to watch the scene unfold. Mel was too angry to feel embarrassed, she needed to find a quiet place to sort her mind out.

Her feet took her to a small courtyard, a perfect place to hide. She sat and closed her eyes, controlling her breathing.

"Are you alright, miss?" The voice startled her, she opened her eyes and stood up.

Mel froze, recognizing the person as the Slytherin boy that had helped her found her way to the Great Hall. Erick.

"What do you want?" She asked, grabbing her stuff, "Are you trying to find a reason to make fun of me?"

"Why, just because I'm a Slytherin I can't be nice?"

"Your housemates aren't nice, I don't have a way of knowing you are any different. Besides, didn't you say we're not allowed to speak to each other?"

"Well, yes," He smiled for the first time since she'd met him, "but I'm getting rather bored of following stupid traditions."

Mel stared at him, deciding that she wasn't going to waste her time.

"I'm alright," She brushed off some dirt from her robes, "It's a silly issue, not important..."

The boy crossed his arms and leaned against an arch.

"Try me."

"Why do you care?" She asked in exasperation.

"You looked upset when you left your friends."

"So you followed me," Mel replied, "I shouldn't trust you."

"Are you afraid cause I followed you or cause I'm a snake?" He raised a brow, "I presume that if I were from any other house, you wouldn't be so nervous"

It sounded like a challenge, the way his taunting smile said it like he could read her mind. It annoyed her even further that he was right, she didn't trust him cause he was in Slytherin.

Wasn't that the same thing people did to her? Call her good and bad things because she was a Dumbledore.

Wasn't it the same thing she hated about Ron and Harry whenever they talked about Hermione? Judging without knowing.

She sat down again, leaning her body against a column.

"My friends got into an argument and now I can't be with any of them"

"If I can give my opinion," Erick stepped closer, sitting in front of her, "I don't think you should worry. It's very likely that your friends will make peace, keep in mind it's only your first year."

"Harry said the same thing," Mel shook her head sorrowful, "Hermione doesn't like them, she'll keep bugging even if she decides to talk to me again. I don't know what to do..."

"If she brings you more worries than joy, why do you want to be friends with her?" The boy asked sternly.

"She's the only person that helps me be better in class and never compares my achievements to my uncle's. Besides, she pressures herself so much that I feel like I'm the only voice in her head telling her to slow down."

"If that's all... I could help you, you know? With your schoolwork. You don't need that Hermione girl, if she wants to break her back all the time that's her problem."

Mel stared intensely at the boy, trying to come up with an explanation as to why he was approaching her so out of the blue.

"You're being too nice to me," She replied calmly, "and I don't mean 'too nice for a Slytherin', I mean too nice for any normal person."

"I'm attentive," He shrugged, but Mel kept feeling that there was something else to it, "well-mannered"

"You don't know me," She insisted, "I could be a bad person"

Instead of worrying, Erick's smirk grew wider.

"That's the best part."

The girl tilted her head and frowned.

"You're weird."

He raised his eyebrows.

"I'm mysterious, there's a difference," He stood up, walking up to her and extending his hand, "let's start over again, shall we? I'm Erick Flint, second-year Slytherin. You are?"

Mel had to take a very important decision on the spot. She could either slap his hand away and pretend that conversation never happened, or she could take it. She thought about Malfoy and his friends, and how disgustingly rude they were; then about Ron and Harry, and how annoying they could get.

She looked up to Erick's eyes, a genuine courtesy on his expression, his hand waiting patiently for her, no malice involved.

Mel took his hand and shook it.

"I'm Mel Dumbledore. First-year Gryffindor."

Erick gave her a lopsided smile.

"Nice to meet you," He let go and picked up her bag.

"Likewise," She nodded. Still not smiling, she took the bag, "but uh, would you mind if we..?"

"If we keep it a secret?" He inquired, "I was hoping you'd ask. I do want to be your friend, but I think it's better if we keep it to ourselves, at least for now."

"I don't have a problem with that," She smiled in relief.

It was small and brief, but for Erick, it seemed to be enough.

"Bye, Flint."

"Have a nice night, Miss."

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cloudydoodle-moved · 5 years ago

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lily!!

letters - the great comet

i’m getting on the bus to the other world, see ya! - tuyu

lost time memory - jin

you - tally hall

#inbox #thank youuu!!!!! :3 #the first one is very dramatic bc my theatre kid ass went [blurry eyes emoji] JHDGDKNG #naorekoz #ask game

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broadwaybrightlights · 7 years ago

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a playlist for you based on my username

Bad Idea [Waitress]

Rent [RENT]

Obvious [Dear Evan Hansen Deluxe Album]

Apex Predator [Mean Girls]

Dust and Ashes [Natasha, Pierre and the Great Comet of 1812]

What is this Feeling? [Wicked]

Alexander Hamilton [Hamilton]

You Will Be Found [Dear Evan Hansen]

Beautiful [Heathers]

Room Where it Happens, The [Hamilton]

I Never Wanted To Love You [Falsettos]

Girl With The Glass, The [Amélie]

Holding To The Ground [Falsettos]

Times Are Hard For Dreamers [Amélie]

Look Down [Les Misérables]

If I Could Tell Her [Dear Evan Hansen]

Good For You [Dear Evan Hansen]

Haled’s Song About Love [The Band’s Visit]

Totally Fucked [Spring Awakening]

So Big /So Small [Dear Evan Hansen]

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amaurifilho · 6 years ago

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FILMES | ANIMAIS FANTÁSTICOS: OS CRIMES DE GRINDELWALD

Então, eu reassisti a Animais Fantásticos: Os Crimes de Grindewald. E eu fiz isso depois de ler o roteiro. E isso me fez confirmar alguns pensamentos e mudar outros. Antes de mais nada, que fique claro que esse texto contém spoilers, tanto da série Animais Fantásticos quanto dos filmes e livros de Harry Potter.

Para facilitar, vou enumerar os pontos que quero comentar. Então, se preparem para um texto um pouco longo.

1. Vamos começar pelo título, o que é um ponto negativo a ser comentado. “Os Crimes de Grindelwald”. Exatamente, quais crimes? Fugir da cadeia? Mas que crime inacreditavelmente cruel e chocante a ponto de justificar o título de um filme, não? Se pararmos para analisar com rigor, Grindelwald comete exatamente dois grande crimes no filme, embora, de novo, nenhum deles seja algo tão chocante (se comparado aos crimes de outros vilões da cultura pop) para justificar um título de um filme: a propagação de ideologias racistas, fascistas e autocráticas e, bem no final do filme, alguns assassinatos. Conclusão: o título do filme funciona muito mais como um clickbait do que como um título propriamente dito.

2. Os animais fantásticos. Caímos no título novamente, não? Mas dessa vez, avançamos também para o enredo. Já que Newt Scamander retorna ao protagonismo desse segundo filme e sendo ele um magizoologista que dedica quase que a totalidade de seu tempo ao trabalho, é mais do que compreensível que os tais animais fantásticos aparecessem no filme. Mas, novamente, a participação desses seres é importante mesmo a ponto de justificar a sua presença no título? Ou será que a presença no título é apenas uma estratégia comercial para identificar o filme como uma sequência, tornando a presença dos animais no enredo forçada? Na minha mais sincera opinião, eu tendo a acredita na segunda hipótese. Afinal, as criaturas mágicas no filme têm pouca ou quase nenhuma relevância, MUITO diferente do que aconteceu no primeiro filme da nova série. Conclusão: o título do filme está inteiramente errado.

3. Os novos personagens. O segundo filme da franquia apresenta uma infinidade de novos personagens e, infelizmente, quase nenhum deles tem serventia alguma na trama. Nagini, que fez um estardalhaço na internet ao ser apresentada nos trailers, tem meia dúzia de falas, é completamente sem personalidade (não por falha de atuação da atriz, mas porque o roteiro do filme não lhe beneficiou em absolutamente nada) e não tem papel nenhum além de funcionar como sombra para o personagem de Credence. O mesmo vale para Vinda Rosier, a leal seguidora de Grindelwald que, ao longo do filme, abre a boca para falar no máximo umas dez palavras e não faz mais nada a não ser bajular o senhor. Yusuf Kama, o bruxo senegalês em busca de vingança, parece ter sido inserido na história apenas para engordar o roteiro e ajudar o filme a atingir a marca de duas horas de duração, estando envolvido na trama que mais se assemelha a uma novela das sete já vista no cinema. Os pontos positivos (ou, na verdade, parcialmente positivos) ficam para os personagens de Alvo Dumbledore, Grindelwald e Leta Lestrange. Alvo Dumbledore retorna para essa franquia com 45 anos, muito diferente do velhinho de 116 que conhecemos nos livros e filmes de Harry Potter, mas a atuação impressionante de Jude Law faz com que possamos reconhecer muito do personagem que já estamos familiarizados, mas ele trouxe um toque pessoal de ironia ao personagem que foi muito conveniente (principalmente devido ao fato de o filme tangenciar a sua relação com Grindelwald na adolescência, essa ironia pode ser muito bem vista como um mecanismo de defesa para toda a dor que o passado ainda lhe causa). O problema com o personagem de Dumbledore é o seu pouquíssimo tempo de tela, entregando muito menos do que poderia. Gellert Grindewald também é um personagem incrível e aparece durante quase o filme todo, compensando sua única aparição no filme anterior. Deixando de lado as muito importante polêmicas da vida pessoal de Johnny Depp, ele representou bem o papel, FINALMENTE se livrando da maioria dos tiques e cacoetes que adquiriu depois de interpretar o Capitão Jack Sparrow. Por fim, Leta Lestrange também está muito boa no filme e Zoe Kravitz entrega com naturalidade a personagem misteriosa que havia sido vagamente apresentada no primeiro filme. O problema com Leta, no entanto, é que, apesar de estar envolvida em uma das cenas mais emocionalmente complexas e tocantes do filme, ela tem, claramente, uma única função: morrer. E sua morte ao final do filme pelas mãos do próprio Grindelwald serve apenas como motivação para que outros personagens passem a agir mais ativamente e tomem uma posição mais clara diante do conflito que está se estabelecendo. O que é uma jogada infeliz, afinal, era uma personagem interessante e com um potencial enorme para ser bem desenvolvida e aproveitada para outros filmes. Se a intenção era matá-la, talvez o segundo filme, à princípio, não fosse a melhor das opções.

4. O enredo. É inegável que a cena de abertura do filme é uma das melhores da série. É dinâmica, é empolgante e oferece uma apresentação incrível para o personagem de Grindelwald: vê-lo fugir da cadeia, combatendo aurores experientes sem dificuldade aparente em uma carruagem voando pelos céus de Nova York só nos faz imaginar o quanto esse homem pode ser perigoso. Infelizmente, o ritmo frenético dessa cena morre com ela e não é recuperado em nenhum momento pelo resto de todo o filme. Muito pelo contrário: o enredo parece se perder em si mesmo, criando uma série de trama que não se conectam, mas são forçadas a se tornarem uma só por coincidências extremamente convenientes e que o roteiro nem sequer tenta explicar (nem mesmo uma explicação furada que seja). Ao todos, é possível contar três histórias no filme: 1) a caçada que 99% do planeta está fazendo para encontrar o personagem de Credence (e, sem motivo nenhum e sem explicações, todo mundo já sabe que ele está vivo e em Paris), 2) a tentativa de Yusuf Kama em buscar vingança pela morte de sua mãe e 3) a busca pelo paradeiro do filho perdido do ramo francês da família Lestrange. No meio disso tudo está Grindelwald, tentando convocar uma reunião para propagar suas idéias, e um Newt Scamander que é jogado em Paris sem mais sem menos por Dumbledore. Sem contar o retorno de Jacob e Queenie: não vou negar que são os meus personagens favoritos do primeiro filme, mas devo confessar que o retorno deles para esse filme foi extremamente forçado e conveniente, sem qualquer justificativa (o que já não acontece com a personagem de Tina, cuja profissão e antecedentes justificam plausivelmente sua presença em Paris). São começadas várias histórias e absolutamente nenhuma delas atinge uma conclusão. Como roteirista, JK Rowling é uma excelente escritora de livros.

5. O fanservice. Pessoal e racionalmente, eu tenho muita coisa contra a fase “sou fã, quero service”. Mas, como fã, eu confesso que adoro algumas pequenas referências jogadas a esmo na história do tipo “quem pegar pegou, quem não pegou passou”. Nicolau Flamel e a Pedra Filosofal é apenas uma das inúmeras referências (apesar de o personagem ter sido COMPLETAMENTE inútil no filme). Ver Grindelwald usando a Varinha das Varinhas é outra, depois de saber todo o problema que ela causará durante os eventos da série Harry Potter (afinal, na minha humilde opinião de leitor e aficionado pelo universo mágico, há muito tempo eu considero que a história que JK Rowling tem tentado nos contar com seu universo não é a história de Harry Potter, Dumbledore ou Grindelwald, mas a história da Varinha das Varinhas). Até a presença de Minerva McGonagall eu consegui engolir, mesmo sendo improvável que ela esteja presente no filme dado o ano de seu nascimento (tudo bem, temos sim que considerar o fato de que não existe nenhuma data oficial no Pottermore confirmando o ano de nascimento dela, mas não dá pra negar que é um pouco estranho vê-la em tela). E, principalmente, ver Hogwarts novamente trás um sentimento enorme de nostalgia.

6. O final. Uma das coisas que eu mais admiro nos livros de Harry Potter é a habilidade que JK Rowling tem de mostrar o potencial do fascismo de renascer e mostrar as condições em que esse tipo de ideologia surge. Nesse segundo filme da franquia, esse ponto foi elevado à potência máxima. Vamos desde um racismo velado (o diálogo entre Vinda e Grindelwald em que ela diz “Seremos livres para extrerminar os não-bruxos” e Grindelwald responde “Mas nós não falamos isso em vós alta” é a prova mais direta e menos sutil do meu ponto) até o grande discurso que Grindelwald faz para bruxos interessados em aderir à sua causa e se tornarem seus seguidores (ao invés de “Make America great again” diga “Make wizards great again” e você vai entender cada palavra do poderoso e assustador discurso de Grindelwald). Tanto Harry Potter como esse segundo filme de Animais Fantásticos acertam fabulosamente em mostrar um fascismo nascendo a partir do momento em que as pessoas param de se identificar como pessoas e passam a se distinguir por sexo, etnia, religiões, nacionalidade ou, no caso da ficção, capacidade mágica e passam a ver essas distinções como ameaças ou, principalmente, como algo anti-natural e hediondo. As duas franquias acertam em mostrar o fascismo abraçando pessoas que ou se sentem superiores a outras por suas condições sociais ou estão assustadas demais com a ordem atual e conseguem enxergam apenas a radicalização como uma saída. E é por esse segundo motivo que eu não compartilho das opiniões da imensa maioria das pessoas sobre o final dado à personagem de Queenie Goldstein no filme. Sim, é inegável que sua presença no filme é desnecessária, mas, apesar disso, sua condição durante o filme é completamente coerente (mas, obviamente, não justificável) com sua decisão de, ao final, abandonar seus amigos e sua família para integrar o exército pessoal de Grindelwald. De forma semelhante a Queenie, quantos bruxos presentes naquele cemitério e que ouviram o discurso do vilão não se sentiram assustados e compelidos a abraçar a sua causa após ouvirem suas previsões sobre uma nova guerra mundial? O fascismo atua com base no medo e esperanças dos outros, jogando pessoas umas contra as outras e fazendo-as questionar a humanidade dos outros. E, ao menos nesse ponto, o filme acertou em cheio.

7. A Varinha das Varinhas. É muito empolgante FINALMENTE ver a Varinha das Varinhas em ação. No quinto filme de Harry Potter, havíamos tido uma amostra de seu poder quando Dumbledore duelou com Voldemort, mas, no sétimo filme, esse poder não se concretizou, uma vez que o próprio Voldemort tentou usar a varinha sem jamais ter conquistado a sua lealdade. Em Animais Fantásticos: Os Crimes de Grindelwald, vemos a Varinha das Varinhas sendo usada em sua totalidade por um bruxo que a conquistou e tem a sua lealdade: seja na cena da fuga da prisão ou seja na cena do cemitério, vemos Grindelwald executar magia muito poderosa com extrema facilidade, derrotando aurores bem treinados como se fossem apenas estudantes. Se isso for uma amostra do que veremos nos próximos filmes, minhas expectativas estão muito altas, principalmente para o duelo entre Dumbledore e Grindelwald que, muito provavelmente, veremos no quinto filme da franquia.

8. A última coisa que eu queria comentar foi algo que até agora eu não sei se me agradou ou se me decepcionou. Claro que eu não esperava ver detalhes mínimos e importantes sobre o passado e sobre o relacionamento de Dumbledore e Grindelwald logo nesse filme. Isso, creio eu, é algo que será mostrado com mais profundidade nos dois últimos filmes. Mas confesso que esperava um pouquinho a mais. Mais menções, mais flashbacks, mais... sei lá. Senti que faltou algo. Fiquei muito feliz com o retorno dos dois atores que interpretaram as versões adolescentes dos personagens em Harry Potter e as Relíquias da Morte – Parte I, é verdade. Acho que isso traz um Q de continuidade no qual os primeiros filmes da série Harry Potter haviam pecado gravemente. Mas ainda assim, foram pouquíssimas cenas em que esse relacionamento foi mencionado, e foram cenas rápidos. É claro que quem criou as expectativas fui eu, então esse é um problema meu e não do filme. Mas, uma coisa eu acredito que precisa ser dita: muitas pessoas criticaram o filme por não ter mostrado que a amizade entre os dois personagens se transformou num romance no passado. A questão é que a JK Rowling NUNCA disse que esse romance existiu. O que ela disse e confirmou várias vezes em entrevista era: 1) o Dumbledore era gay, 2) Dumbledore era apaixonado pelo Grindelwald quando os dois eram adolescentes, 3) Grindelwald sabia sobre os sentimentos que Dumbledore tinha por ele e 4) Grindelwald usou desse conhecimento para manipular o Dumbledore. Ela NUNCA confirmou a sexualidade de Grindelwald, e, caso ele também fosse gay, nunca confirmou se o sentimento era recíprico. A questão é, na parte sobre manipular Dumbledore, Grindelwald pode ter simulado um romance? Pode. Isso apenas os próximos filmes dirão.

Concluindo: pra mim, Animais Fantásticos: Os Crimes de Grindewald só não perde para o quinto e o sexto filme da série Harry Potter como pior filme do Mundo Bruxo, como a Warner parece querer chamar agora. O filme não é inteiramente ruim e tem seus pontos positivos. Mas as falhas são evidentes demais e impossíveis de ignorar. Sendo a história comandada por JK Rowling e sabendo do que ela é capaz, eu quero acreditar que tudo o que eu vi de errado nesse filme foi proposital como forma de apresentar tramas que se concluam gradativamente ao longo dos próximos filmes e que tudo isso irá se fechar num arco lógico e racional. Mas, enquanto a série ainda está incompleta, esse segundo filme da franquia é um filme confuso e que cativa não pelo enredo, mas pela nostalgia e pelo sentimento criado no primeiro filme. É um filme que não caminha com as próprias pernas, dependendo do trabalho de filmes anteriores e da expectativa para os filmes futuros.

Nota: 3/5

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imagine-that-one-thing · 8 years ago

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21 kids and a kiwi.

Authors Note: I really couldn't help myself when I saw the picture on H's Instagram about Kiwi and this has been torturing me in my brain ever since, so here is a lil somethin' to get us through until the next two days until KIWI comes out.

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It was only a matter of time before he became a music enthusiast who aspired to constantly be surrounded by the beautiful, affectionate, innocent eyes of children and their laughter that is astonishingly contagious.

Five years ago when he sauntered through the front door with a crooked grin and enthusiasm through the roof with his eyes overflowing with pure delight, you weren’t surprised when the words, “I am going to be a music teacher.” Escaped his perfectly rosy lips. You glanced over at him with a cup of coffee in cupped in your palms while your body was sat up on the stool by the countertop. You gave him a generous smile and nodded. You certainly weren’t surprised at all.

He needed something to do while he was taking a break from the A-List stardom life of touring and recording.

Over the five years, he triumphantly earned his Bachelor's degree in music, completed a student-teaching experience at the school he went to growing up and received his teaching license. It wasn't as intense as you had thought it would be, you expected him to be as miserable through obtaining his degree like you were years ago, but none of it bothered him, he appreciated constantly being buried in books and papers while discovering more about his passion. He never complained on the late nights he was perched in front of his laptop revising for tests and whatever else he was stuck doing at ungodly hours.

Today, you encounter yourself with your hands and arms grappling to hold everything, car-keys, purse, and many different snacks for Harry’s music class. Since parents were allowing their children to stay after school to rehearse for the winter musical that Harry has been extremely excited about producing. Harry proposed to feed the kiddos snacks. And by Harry volunteering to feed the children, what was really inferred was that you would be left in charge of the food needs of the individual children and their various allergies and desires.

You step into the front office and give the receptionist your typically generous smile as she welcomes you, opening the door for you to enter the foyer that leads to the rest of the school's classrooms. You wander the endless hallway of dim lights, eventually making it to the music centre. As you stand outside the two wide doors, you overhear the laughter of children echoing and the soft tone of the piano playing. You grin to yourself before you manage to force the doors open, instantly causing all the little eyes to stare over at you, "Missus Y/N," a few of the little ones hurry over to you with great joy, their little arms wrapping around your legs.

You catch Harrys chuckles before he's by your side taking the food from your arms, "Hey Missus Y/N," he chuckles with a wide grin, kissing your cheek and making his way to the table that he has evidently set up for the snacks.

You watch as the little ones follow his every step and endeavour to assist him, all of them listening to his every instruction and holding onto his every word.

"What do we say to Missus Y/N for bringing us the food?" He announces to his group of what you like to call, little minions. They all glance over at you and in unison declare thanks with a charming chime of "Thank you Missus Y/N."

You give them a small laugh and assure them that they are welcome before Harry proceeds to help two little girls that are a little shorter than the rest and having a troublesome time stretching for the fruits.

You can't help but relish him with that gorgeous grin on his face as he does everything to help all the kiddos that require his attention, making sure each and every child is taken care of. If you didn't know any better, you'd believe he was the father of all twenty-one children.

Harry stands beside you proudly, "You're going to be blown away, jus' watch." He beams as his eyes stay focused on the twenty-one children assembled in a well-defined manner. "Lilly, sweetie a little more to your left," Harry gestures graciously and she shuffles to her left, "There we go," Harry gives her a thumbs up, "Okay, on three I want you all to show Y/N what we have practised... 1...2...3." Harry counts and a warm and soothing tone of young voices harmonising together and bouncing off the walls. You proudly smile at the wonderfully sounding kids as they sing 'Rudolph the red nose reindeer,' with cute, dainty smiles as they bounce up and down gleefully.

"You know Dasher and Dancer and Prancer and Vixen, you know Comet and Cupid and Donner and Blitzen, But do you recall the most famous reindeer of all?" With each name of a reindeer, a little one steps forward proudly.

You allow the adorable singers to finish the song before you give them your own special standing ovation, "Wonderful, each and everyone one of you," you exclaim with such happiness etched into your heart. Little kids carolling Christmas carols is honestly one of the warmest things that you cherish.

"Okay ladies and gentlemen, it is time to get ready for your Mummy and Daddy's to come pick you up, go get your backpacks." Harry gestures towards the other room where the backpacks and belongings are kept, "Don't forget your jackets it is cold outside."

"Can we sing another song?" One girl smiles as she walks closer to Harry and he nods.

"I think we have a few minutes, once you all collect your bags we can sing another one," Harry informs the little girl before she skips off happily towards the other room. "So, what do you think? Cute, huh?" Harry beams as he turns to you with bright eyes that have always brought joy to your fluttering heart.

You nod your head in agreement, his little crew are by far extremely cute, especially when they're singing and enjoying themselves. "Yes, you have done a good job, they can even hold notes."

"Yeah, they're a good little group. So, I was thinking the kids, in the beginning, they have differently decorated reindeer antlers so we know they're Dasher, Dancer, Prancer and the rest."

"Seems like a good idea. All of them outfitted as Reindeer would be so adorable," you admit, already imagining all of the kiddos decked cutely as Reindeers.

"Mhm, I was thinking you could help me with decorating them."

"Harry," you sigh, remembering the last time he said those exact words. You got stuck last time decorating fairy wings while he slept on the couch because you got sick of scolding him and having to redo his creations because...well... he isn't steady with his hands when it comes to decorating small things with glitter glue. He tried, he really did, but he just wasn't brought into this world to decorate things, especially fairy wings. "I love you, I do, but I can't decorate reindeer outfits all on my own within two weeks."

"I know, darling, I will help."

"Harry, do I need to remind you of the fairy wings? Or the Halloween costumes?"

"Y/N," Harry chuckles, "I promise I am better at decorating Reindeer ears than I am pumpkins and fairy wings."

"Mhm, you owe me dinner and a movie night after all this."

Harry nods, "of course, I'll even cook for yeh."

You grin and graciously nod in agreement to his proposal. You can never turn down his propositions to cook. The second best thing to seeing him prepare the children is to observe him dance around the kitchen with nothing but a pair of sweatpants on while he hums along to his favourite songs. It's breathtaking, to say the least.

You and Harry both stand and welcome each parent as they walk in to claim their children with wide grins when they see how the children are vibrant and beaming.

Once the last child leaves, Harry turns to you, "Thanks, thank you for everything you do and allowing me to do this," he gestures his arms around to his little music room that has become his 'safe-haven,' you could say. His safe haven to escape the world used to be the studio, and since he is taking a hiatus with his music career as an artist, he has resorted to his music room as his place. He loves the laughter of children and the vibration of their beautiful voices as he performs on the piano and teaches them new songs. Harry loves observing their faces light up when their favourite songs get played and he especially loves it when they request some of the older songs that he has taught them with parental consent.

His eyes are evermore an eminent shade and his smile is invariably a little bit wider when he gets to spend extra time with the little ones and preparing for small musicals and recitals. He has a soft spot for kids, it is obvious, and there is a part of you that absolutely adores watching him operate his magic with so many young individuals who have a strong devotion and passion for music like he does. He is connected with them on a different level, it's beautiful to witness.

You lean up and kiss Harry sweetly before you carefully pull away, "You always support me. It is no problem. But, next time you want to sign me up for snack duty, don't remind me at midnight."

"Yeah, sorry about that love, I forgot."

"I know," you chuckle, "So, I was in the fruit aisle today, take a guess what I stumbled upon?" You grin cheekily as Harry crosses his arms over his chest and raises his brow.

"Well, darling, I am assuming you stumbled across the fruit."

"Smart ass," you roll your eyes at your husband who is grinning widely at his comment, "I happened to catch a glimpse at some kiwis," you inform Harry and he instantly chuckles while covering his face with his hands, "I got a few, too. I remember you enjoy them quite a bit."

He chuckles and shakes his head, "oh my, I don't think I am ever going to live that down, am I?"

"Mmm, no," you shake your head, "So, can you remind me how it goes again?" you purposely bat your eyes and grin at him as he rolls his eyes and curls his lips.

It has been a while since the all-so-famous song Kiwi has been brought up. You can't really help yourself today, especially considering how at one point he came home with a box full of kiwis thanks to a dedicated fan who was quite the comedian.

Harry steps closer to you, his hands pressing to your waists while his lips caress to the corner of your mouth. Your arms drape over his shoulders and shivers become pulsated down your spile as his soft breath steadily hits your bare neck as he slowly sings.

"She worked her way through a cheap pack of cigarettes. Hard liquor mixed with a bit of intellect. And all the boys, they were saying they were into it. Such a pretty face, on a pretty neck."

(Tell me what you think, here).

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jakegardiner · 3 years ago

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pierre engvall scored. more of a sign. to watch ou’s production of natasha pierre and the great comet of 1812.

why watch the leafs be pathetic when you can watch university of oklahoma’s production of natasha pierre and the great comet of 1812

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tomoneofakind · 7 years ago

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*SPOILERS FOR THE GAME SUPER MARIO ODYSSEY WILL BE TALKED ABOUT IN THIS POST*

First off, I’d like to say that this game will always have sentimental value for me. It’s the last game that I got from my grandmother who passed away about 3 years ago. I used the last gift card she gave me for Christmas a few years ago. She had passed away around Christmas time 2015 and I just couldn’t bring myself to spend it. It wasn’t much, but I wanted to spend it on something that would be worth it. The card was going to expire and Super Mario Odyessy went on sale a few months ago. It might not have covered the full cost of the game, but enough for me to want to purchase this. So, thank you for the game, Nana.

This has to be the best Mario game I’ve played in a while. Maybe even ever. Everything just feels so right with the game. The look and feel of Super Mario Odyessy is beautiful. The controls of the game are great and responsive. The music is some of the best that I’ve heard. If there was a game that just felt right, it would be this one. There is not much that I find about this game that is negative.

It’s your basic Mario story. Princess Peach is captured and Mario must save her from Bowser. Same Mario rescue princess story since 1985. I’m not disappointed, if it ain’t broke don’t fix it. A simple premise that will always worked and will continue to work for the series. Even if it’s the most made fun of story cliché. However, the ending I found has a bizarre twist that I’ll get into later.

There are no power ups in the game. No super mushrooms, fire flowers, tanooki leaf, 1-up mushrooms, nothing. Your only ability is Mario’s athleticism and a hat. After Bowser beats you and destroys Mario’s iconic red M hat at the start of the game, you meet a sentient hat creature called Cappy. Bowser kidnapped his sister named Tiara to be used as Peach’s wedding dress, umm, Tiara. (It’s weird to say when you type or say it but it’s a Mario game) Mario meets Cappy in the Cap Kingdom, the game’s first level. Cappy joins Mario to help with the rescue. Cappy provides Mario with the ability to possess certain enemies and objects. You need to do this in order to advance in the game and collect certain power moons.

You will always remember your first power moon

Stars (and shine sprites) from the prior Mario games have been replaced with Power Moons. It’s not a big deal to me. The only oddity is when you face certain mini bosses or bosses you collect a tri moon. Three moons for the price of one. Just seems like a way to signal a level midpoint or an end of the level. There are 880 moons to collect. Once you achieve this, the sail on the Odyssey becomes gold. So far I have collected 595 moons. Some of them ranged from really simple to why am I still trying to get this, it’s freaking impossible. I have two videos below of easy (On top of the rubble) and hard power moon (On the North Pillar) as examples.

What’s really good is that once you get a power moon, you can continue the level from where you left off and not go back to the beginning of the level. There is no main hub besides The Odyssey ship you and Cappy travel on to go between worlds. At the time of this post, I’m trying to complete the darker side moon challenge, Long Journey’s End. It’s a no checkpoint long level like Champion Road from Super Mario 3D World and the daredevil comet challenge of Grandmaster Galaxy from Super Mario Galaxy. It is one of the hardest challenges of the game. Thought, not as hard as the two I listed from the prior games. But I have yet to beat the final challenge in the game.

There is no 1-up mushrooms. Instead, when you fail, you get 10 coins taken away. When you run out of coins, fail or are defeated you just stay a zero coins. No more game overs or extra lives, just failed attempts and lost coins. It’s interesting to think about how outdated an extra life can seem for most platform games, particularly Mario games. If you got a game over in Super Mario 64 you can begin with all of the starts you currently collected. Even going back to Super Mario World, the game had a save feature that let you continue where you left off even after a game over. The game focuses on coins a lot more in this game than prior games. 100 gold coins used to equal an extra life, but now you can collect coins and use them to buy certain outfits that Mario can wear. Some can even get you certain power moons if you wear them in the right instance.

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They don’t add any other benefits to Mario aside from some different conversations from non playable characters in each world. Each level also has either 50 or 100 purple coins for you to collect. These coins can unlock outfits specific to each area. You can also purchase souvenirs and decals specific to each area as well with the purple coins.

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A kind of good thing that you can do is buy power moons from the store with gold coins. There is no limit to how many that moons that you can buy and the maximum The Odyssey ship counter can hold is 999 moons. It’s a way for people who are struggling with finding power moons to view another type of ending viewed at the Mushroom Kingdom. It also takes out that help mode that some Mario games had where if you fail a level a certain amount of times, the game will beat the level for you or give you an invincibility suit for you to beat the level.

The worlds and the inhabitants are mostly background filler. I couldn’t even remember what the inhabitants were called. (For example, I called the inhabitants of the forks in the Luncheon kingdom the flingy forks). We do have new characters, like the Broodals, mostly a mid boss group of rabbit baddys who help Bowser with gathering the wedding materials from each kingdom. We even Pauline, from the Donkey Kong arcade games makes an appearance as the Mayor of New Donk City. She’s not in any trouble, other than New Done City under siege from Bowser and ask Mario for help. It’s a nice touch to expand the mushroom kingdom universe, if they can only add characters like Donkey or Diddy Kong in the next Mario platform game. I’d like to see that

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I love how this game looks. The design of the levels and style of the outfits all match a world that Mario can live in and wear. Even the Metro Kingdom, when Mario runs and jumps around in the city, it feels natural. Even Mario is a lot shorter than most of the human inhabitants. To me in a way, looks like how a cartoon character would walk or move around in the real world. (Kind of like Who Framed Roger Rabbit, the way toons interacted with that world.) The music is some of the best that I’ve heard in a Mario game. From the serene music of the lake and moon kingdom the jazzy music of Metro Kingdom, it’s one soundtrack I’d like to have.

When you load the game, you get this suggestion screen for controls.

Though not mandatory you can use the joy con controllers for motion controls detached from the grip, on the joy con grip, or the pro controller. I find that the best controller setup to be the joy con controller. There might be one or two instances that motion controls have an advantage, like with Mario rolling around or some of his cap throws but the pro control setup is just fine is getting the power moons as much as I struggle.

As complete as the game is, it does has some DLC. Luigi’s balloon world is a hide and seek type game where you either look or a balloon or hide a balloon for others to find. It’s more a distraction rather than an actual add-on to the game DLC. Nintendo also released more outfits for Mario to wear and spend with coins. It’s not anything special, but it is free.

My last takeaway is the ending. After Mario saves Peach, Bowser stills tries to win her over and Mario does as well. She rejects both of them and heads or the Odyssey. She finally calls for Mario to board the ship as it takes off. It’s such a bizarre and twisted ending to me, but I kind of liked looking into that ending. Not Peach rejecting both Mario and Bowser, but Bowser on blended knee trying to win Peach back after kidnapping her and forcing her to marry him. People say Peach might have Stockholm syndrome, but Bowser looks like he can’t get over her. It can be viewed as, kind of abusive relationship Peach and him share. He captures her, forces her to marry him, and then begs for him to take her back. It’s just so strange to see this theme in a Mario game.

That’s all I have for this game. Thanks for reading and if you have any thoughts or comments, please let me know.

Super Mario Odyessy *SPOILERS FOR THE GAME SUPER MARIO ODYSSEY WILL BE TALKED ABOUT IN THIS POST*

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Rieko Hinata's Fantasy Novel Hikari no Ou Gets Anime Adaptation on WOWOW

In addition to Kenji Kamiyama's new feature, a Japanese premium satellite television station WOWOW also announced that an anime adaptation of Rieko Hinata's fantasy novel series Hikari no Ou (literally means The King of Fire Hunters) will be aired on the station in the near future. Signal-MD (Recovery of an MMO Junkie) will work on anime production, and its broadcast schedule has not yet been set.

The series featuring illustrations by Akihiro Yamada (RahXephon character designer) has been published by Holp Shuppan since December 2018, and its latest fourth volume was released in September 2020.

Message from the novel author Rieko Hinata:

"I wanted to write a big story about 'fire,' so I started writing 'Hikari no Ou.' I have spun the story while playing in my mind, 'Live, live.' I believe that the great power of animation is to remind the viewer of the richness of life. I am tremendously happy, awed, and full of anticipation to be able to support Touko an others who are given the power. I hope that readers will be able to watch over the anime along with me."

Synopsis:

The world after the last war of humanity. The earth is covered with black forest, and the people have been infected with a human pyrogenic pathogen that causes their bodies to burn when they approach a natural fire. The fire in this world is gathered by hunting black beasts that live in the forest, the Fire Demons. Recently, there has been a rumor whispered among the fire hunters who hunt the Fire Demons. "The fire hunter who hunted the thousand-year comet "Shimmering Fire," an artificial star wandering in the empty sky, will be called the King of Fire Hunters." The protagonists of the story are Touko, a girl who grew up in a village, and Koushi, a former student in the capital city. Their encounter, which was never supposed to happen, changes the fate of the world.

Novel 1st volume cover:

／「#火狩りの王」 WOWOWオリジナルアニメ化が決定???? ＼#日向理恵子の長編ファンタジーをアニメ化。 “火”をテーマに、人類最終戦争後の世界で生きる子供たちが、多くの困難に直面しながらも、懸命に生きていく姿を描く❗️ ????詳しくはこちら⇒https://t.co/RenjlWH6Rz#WOWOW pic.twitter.com/hf4IVqt4jy

— WOWOW総合 (@WOWOW_SOGO) November 5, 2020

Source: WOWOW press release

By: [email protected]

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thedopequeen · 5 years ago

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Terrible Albums from Great Bands.

Duas coisas são certas: ninguém é perfeito, e a arte é subjetiva. O que eu considero bom pode não ser tão agradável aos olhos e gostos de todos e vice-versa. No entanto, algumas opiniões são unanimes, e foi pensando nisso que juntei nesse post alguns (sim, alguns) dos piores álbuns já feitos por bandas que são, sem sombra de dúvida, incríveis.

Gostaria de lembrá-los aqui que eu não tenho absolutamente nada contra as bandas aqui citadas, pelo contrário, admiro todas elas! Tive que fazer um sacrifício para que esse post viesse à vida e dediquei a última semana a ouvir, novamente, todos os álbuns aqui citados. Garanto a vocês, sem sombra de dúvidas, que foi uma das experiências mais dolorosas que eu já vivi. Não existe nada, absolutamente nada, pior do que música ruim.

Sem mais delongas, vamos à lista!

Mötley Crüe — Generation Swine

Eu não poderia começar essa lista com um álbum diferente. O último álbum que o Mötley Crüe gravou sob o selo da Elektra Records foi um desastre total. Com a volta de Vince Neil aos vocais da banda, críticos e fãs acharam que haveria uma restauração no som clássico do Crüe, ao invés da influência mais pesada e crua do frontman temporário (e incrivelmente talentoso, na minha opinião), John Corabi. Ao invés disso, o Generation Swine foi uma tentativa completamente fracassada de modernizar o som da banda, trazendo elementos do rock alternativo e marcando da pior maneira possível a história dos bad boys de Hollywood. Começando com Find Myself, uma cópia mal-feita do som de Marilyn Manson, e passando pela faixa de punk falso que dá título ao álbum, O Mötley Crüe conseguiu soar irremediavelmente fora de controle. A única música decente, Afraid, soa como algo produzido numa era pós-grunge do Cheap Trick. E para completar, temos a pior faixa do álbum (talvez até mesmo de toda a história do glam metal), uma cereja de bosta no topo de um bolo de merda: Brandon é uma balada orquestral ridícula escrita e interpretada por ninguém menos que Tommy Lee para seu filho recém-nascido. Em entrevistas, o próprio Vince Neil descreveu esse álbum como “simplesmente terrível”, e Mick Mars também não é um grande fã do Generation Swine. Acredito que falo por todos quando digo que eles estão cobertos de razão.

Guns N’ Roses — The Spaggheti Incident?

O que esperar de um álbum composto inteiramente por covers, que inclui a releitura da música de um dos mais infames assassinos de toda a história? The Spaggheti Incident? tinha tudo para ser um grande álbum: boas faixas selecionadas, a banda, por mais que não tivesse Izzy Stradlin e Steven Adler em sua formação, ainda estava em boa forma e o histórico de covers incluídos em álbuns anteriores era agradabilíssimo. A prova disso são as clássicas e arrasadoras versões de Knockin’ on Heaven’s Door e Live and Let Die. Mas o desespero por atenção em meio à ascensão grunge da década de noventa fez com que Axl Rose e os Guns perdessem a mão aqui. Buscando trazer de volta o glamour e a vitalidade de faixas inspiradoras e clássicas das décadas de 70 e 80, The Spaghetti Incident? nos traz, na verdade, nove faixas pouquíssimo memoráveis, uma balada agradável com Since I Don’t Have You, o poder e a influência punk de Attitude, uma releitura realmente interessante (e a faixa que considero a minha favorita nessa bagunça toda) com You Can’t Put Your Arm Around A Memory, que ganhou os vocais de Duff McKagan e o maior erro que o Guns N’ Roses poderia cometer: Look At Your Game, Girl, a faixa que encerraria o disco e que foi originalmente composta e cantada por ninguém menos que Charles Manson. Sim, aquele Manson. A banda merece crédito por tentar sobreviver à década perdida com releituras como estas, e também pela nota simbólica inserida na contracapa do disco: “Faça a si mesmo um favor e vá ouvir as versões originais”, mas a escolha pobríssima de incluir uma canção como Look At Your Game, Girl anula isso de maneira irreversível.

Metallica — St. Anger

Meu favoritismo pelo Metallica não é segredo para ninguém. É a minha banda favorita, sem dúvidas, e foi a que mais esteve presente nos momentos marcantes da minha vida. Portanto, como fã, receber um álbum tão ruim como o St. Anger foi algo decepcionante e doloroso - era simplesmente o trabalho de uma banda brilhante que realmente não estava se divertindo. As letras autodescritivas de James Hetfield soam como um homem amargurado, fazendo uma sessão de terapia aberta ao público, o que não seria uma coisa ruim se essa terapia não estivesse atrelada a um monte de músicas que não chegam a lugar nenhum e levam uma eternidade para chegar lá. E, por favor, não vamos nem tocar no assunto “bateria”. Lars pode intitular o caminho escolhido aqui como algum tipo de declaração de arte ou reconhecer como uma auto-sabotagem deliberada, mas a verdade é que foi simplesmente uma decisão terrível. Sad, but true, como uma certa banda disse uma vez.

Pantera — Metal Magic

Antes de haver Pantera, havia Glamtera! Sim, o Pantera já foi uma banda de glam metal. Armados com nomes incríveis e glitterizados como Diamond Darrell e Rex Rocker, o grupo estreou na cena musical com Metal Magic, em 1983. Mas a única coisa realmente mágica sobre esse álbum é o quão magicamente ruim ele é! Claro, pode não parecer justo culpar um jovem de 16 anos que ainda não havia se descoberto como ‘Dimebag' Darrell, mas foram eles que escreveram e a capa diz Pantera. Imitando guitarras teatrais encontradas no metal tradicional do início dos anos 80, os licks aqui são sempre competentes, mas as composições deixam quase tudo a desejar. Um Terry Glaze subdesenvolvido ainda atuava como frontman da banda e sua performance empobrecida e caricata enterrou qualquer momento redentor que pudessem vir nas faixas sexualmente carregadas Ride My Rocket e Tell Me If You Want It.

KISS — Hot In The Shade

O KISS escolheu o título certo para Hot in the Shade, de 1989, porque é uma pilha de merda tão fumegante que nem mesmo algumas nuvens poderiam começar a esfriar aquela coisa. Retornando a um som de rock mais estimulante do que o antecessor Crazy Nights, esse álbum parece artificial, em vez de oferecer a marca hêmica do KISS que os tornou tão marcantes na década anterior e nos primeiros anos da banda. Além disso, ter Michael Bolton como co-compositor da balada Forever (a única música memorável do álbum), segue sendo um dos maiores crimes da história do rock.

Iron Maiden — Virtual XI

Virtual XI é o fundo do poço na história do Iron Maiden. Buscando encontrar um som e readaptar tudo para combinar com a voz de barítono de Blaze Bayley, depois de escrever para o tenor operístico de Bruce Dickinson por uma década, eles tentaram e falharam. Miseravelmente. The Angel and the Gambler, o single principal, foi uma imitação tímida do The Who com seu refrão repetitivo e os tropeços continuados. Sem inspiração e tentando desesperadamente encontrar algum tipo de vantagem, as peças redentoras encontradas em Lightning Strikes Twice, When Two Worlds Collide e a clássica The Clansman, que ainda nos faz erguer os punhos nos shows, não são suficientes para sustentar o caso perdido que é esse álbum.

AC/DC — Fly On The Wall

No Flick Of The Switch, de 1983, sem Mutt Lange como produtor, a banda seguiu o caminho “faça você mesmo”, e funcionou. Com seu som despojado e seco e uma boa parcela de material... carnal, é o registro mais subestimado dos caras. Mas com Fly On The Wall eles perderam o rumo e o enredo. Como co-produtores, Malcolm e Angus fizeram o AC/DC soar como uma banda cover medíocre do AC/DC, fazendo um show em uma noite ruim, e como compositores tudo o que eles conseguiram escrever foi uma música que beira a decência, Shake Your Foundations. No total, o álbum é um desastre. Ainda sim: algumas pessoas gostam bastante.

DIO — Angry Machines

Seguir a brilhante e sombria Strange Highways seria, obviamente, difícil. O período em que o álbum foi produzido e lançado não foi um dos mais fortes do metal, mas o álbum trouxe peso esmagador e emoção bruta, o que nos levou a acreditar Dio estava pronto para manter a bandeira tremulando orgulhosamente com Angry Machines. Ou não. Os caras fizeram o exato oposto, lançando o único álbum verdadeiramente medíocre sob o nome de Dio. Com uma sensação grunge subjacente, Angry Machines é completamente desprovido da magia e da emoção de arregalar os olhos e erguer os chifres no ar que todos esperamos de Ronnie James Dio. Black, Big Sister e Golden Rules? Não, obrigada.

Black Sabbath — Forbidden

Quando Tony Iommi chamou o Forbidden de “uma bagunça total”, ele estava sendo muito gentil. Esse é, de longe, o pior álbum que o Black Sabbath já fez. Ele foi gravado com a mesma formação de ᛏᛉᚱ: Iommi na guitarra, Tony Martin como vocalista, Neil Murray no baixo e Cozy Powell como o baterista, mas desta vez haviam dois novos rostos nessa mistura e a influência deles se provaria definitivamente desastrosa. O produtor do álbum foi Ernie C, guitarrista da banda de rap-metal Body Count. A produção crua e quase amadora fez o Sabbath soar como uma banda de bar. E quando o frontman da Body Count, Ice-T, fez uma participação em Illusion Of Power, o fedor do desespero se fez notável no ar. Forbidden foi a pior parte da história do Sabbath.

Alice Cooper — Goes to Hell

O acidente que fez Alice Cooper cair do palco em Vancouver na turnê Welcome To My Nightmare foi uma indicação clara de que o consumo de álcool do cantor estava tendo um efeito terrível em sua carreira. E essa indicação foi comprovada com o álbum que seguiria a turnê em questão. Goes To Hell é o fundo do poço do rock AOR dos anos 70, uma bagunça recheada de lixo teatral e gosma de rádio, baladas bregas e disco. Isso mesmo, disco. A única coisa que Alice acertou nesse álbum foi, sem sombra de dúvidas, o título.

Fico feliz em encerrar esse post dizendo que algumas dessas bandas se recuperaram com sucesso depois desses enormes fracassos. Infelizmente, não se pode ganhar todas, e alguns listados aqui continuaram insistindo em faixas ruins e álbuns tão ruins quanto. Mas isso é assunto para outro dia, talvez uma segunda lista. Por hora, me resta aguardar o feedback de vocês e esperar. Fico por aqui, até a próxima.

— Yours truly, 𝕯ope 𝕼ueen.

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