Been thinking lately about the whole immortal person becoming distant and cold towards mortals because everyone they ever knew and loved has gone and they'll outlive everyone around them forever and like. Give me peppy vampire who is friends with everyone forever and loves meeting people and has been doing this for thousands of years and people ask them how they can stand the heartache and their response is because loving people is fun actually? And they have libraries of scrapbooks to record all their friends and family across the centuries and yeah it hurts but they're happy and full of love and warm memories and always making new ones
Really don't understand people taking the HOTD "team black" "team green" as anything other than a marketing move. Like, people are SERIOUS about it...? When the whole point is the tragedy of a house divided...?
like the only correct team is Team Wanna See Otto Die Already.
There was a moment in my life where I was watching James Cameron's Avatar roughly 3 to 6 times a week for two straight months, and YES, I WAS NOT OKAY. If you ever see a random as fuck movie playing on the lobby TV of wherever you're waiting, just know that the employees are not okay, and they're just putting shit on to feel something (Sidenote that this was the most relatable section of those companion "I Ate at Every Rainforest Cafe" YouTube videos, when the guy's car breaks down, and he's at Jiffy Lube wondering why they're playing Saving Private Ryan at full blast at 10 AM. My co-workers would just leave the TV on marathons of L&O:SVU, not giving a fuck if they'd already seen the episode of a teenage girl found sodomized and murdered for the fifth time that month right as a family with three young children walked in or whatever).
So yeah, anyways, our cable got cut for awhile so we'd put on DVDs, and I'd constantly put on Avatar as a sort of weird timer. In my mind, it was the longest movie we had so I'd put it on towards the end of my shift with the mentality of "my shift will be over before this movie ends" or the more drastic "my shift will be over before my SECOND BACK-TO-BACK viewing ends".
And the thing is, what really made Avatar the perfect film was that I could not remember a single fucking thing no matter how often I watched it. With other movies I actually liked that hit the same length, there was the knowledge that I could get restless watching the same thing ad naseum. But with Avatar... It was truly like watching it for the first time. Every. Single. Time. I soon found myself putting it on just to see if anything would stick. "I see you," is the only thing I can quote. Certain story beats or scenes would still ~sneak up on me. I couldn't name five characters to save my life. But I eventually found the ritual of watching the movie becoming a sort of comfort.
What was funnier was how other people reacted. My co-workers when they passed through would shake their head at me about "you and that movie" (I worked shifts by myself so I wasn't full-on subjecting them), but on occasion they'd also pause to try and figure out what the fuck was happening. Customers were always so enthralled because even years later those graphics hold up (who'd have thought that good visual effects on that scale take YEARS /s) and are great to display on TV. They'd always ask what the movie was, and upon hearing it was Avatar, this blank look would come over them as if trying to recollect if they had watched it in theaters. At least I knew I wasn't alone in the memory hole department.
Eventually, our cable was restored, and Avatar didn't come out anymore. Though I did eventually take it home with me.
Basically, all this to say that I'm weirdly looking forward to Avatar 2.