For whatever reason I’m coming back to Love Syndrome…
I loved Unforgotten Night and no it was not “good”, but I loved it and the thing is it did have a story, characters had motivations, we ended up in a place that made sense. No it was not the most visually stunning show, it had no bells and whistles. It was a Thai soap opera and never claimed to be anything else.
The trash watches that have failed to pull me in are ones that I’ve felt lacked any story or character motivations that made sense, they also tended towards delusions of grandeur to things that they were not.
I think Love Syndrome might actually be more of an Unforgotten Night, because there does appear to be a story…now it’s being told in a rather ham fisted way, but I think that goes with the soap opera territory.
Yes, Itt whining about cake was hard on the nerves by the end of episode, but the show did make it clear it was never actually about the cake.
Day states right out that he wants Itt to be a spoiled brat and to rely on Day to spoil Itt. Day has specifically cultivated this codependency. Their relationship began in a violent and toxic manner and it has evolved into this slightly less toxic dependency on one another.
The cake is a symbol of the problem, which is that Day is not holding up his end of the relationship.
Day has become a workaholic, which all of Itt’s family and friends read as Day becoming a good provider for Itt. Day is fulfilling, in their mind, his toxic patriarchal role of being the breadwinner for his “wife”, why can Itt complain?
Because that is not the toxic relationship that Itt has agreed too. Day wanted to fulfill Itt’s every emotional and physical need, Day cultivated the codependency on purpose. Itt doesn’t want a “good provider.”
Itt wants his codependent cake.
Which is why Day relents and gets cake and is driving home in the rain…Day wants Itt to have his codependent cake.
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this is your random reminder to CHECK IF YOU'RE STILL HAVING FUN
are you enjoying scrolling tumblr? watching youtube? reading that book? playing that game? drawing that art? doing that activity? if not,
YOU CAN STOP AND DO SOMETHING ELSE
you don't have to stick to something that you are doing for fun if it isn't fun for you anymore. You can come back! If you've loved it before you are likely to love it again! but you can stop!
Don't get stuck in a loop of doing something that you think should be fun when it isn't! You can put it down for a bit! Maybe that's the very thing that will make it fun again later!
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above all else a trans woman is a person. above all else a trans women is a woman who goes to the same grocery store as you and buys fruits in the same grocery cart as you and goes home and eats her dinner the same as you. above all else a trans woman is a woman who dresses like you do and talks the same way you do. above all else a trans woman is a woman who wants to be cared about the same way you want to be cared about and a trans woman is a woman who makes friends the same way you make friends. above all else you should care about trans women because they are people. treat her as such.
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I like to think that Vulcans who come to understand that Humans just can’t try to process emotions the same way as them, it’s just healthiest to let it out in harmless ways, decide that venting and stuff should be taken just as seriously as Vulcan’s meditation time, and will encourage the Humans around them to complain about what’s upsetting them
People who are used to aloof Vulcans who avoid Humans at all cost running into one comforting a Human
“-and then they said my cheesecake was subpar, and they didn’t even bring a dish!!!”
“The purpose of this event was that every participant brings a food item of sorts, correct?”
“Yeah!!”
“And they did not follow this rule while insulting dishes that were brought?”
“Mostly just my dish but yeah >:(“
“How illogical”
“That’s what I’m saying!!!”
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this is just my opinion but i think any good media needs obsession behind it. it needs passion, the kind of passion that's no longer "gentle scented candle" and is now "oh shit the house caught on fire". it needs a creator that's biting the floorboards and gnawing the story off their skin. creators are supposed to be wild animals. they are supposed to want to tell a story with the ferocity of eating a good stone fruit while standing over the sink. the same protective, strange instinct as being 7 and making mud potions in pink teacups: you gotta get weird with it.
good media needs unhinged, googling-at-midnight kind of energy. it needs "what kind of seams are invented on this planet" energy and "im just gonna trust the audience to roll with me about this" energy. it needs one person (at least) screaming into the void with so much drive and energy that it forces the story to be real.
sometimes people are baffled when fanfic has some stunning jaw-dropping tattoo-it-on-you lines. and i'm like - well, i don't go here, but that makes sense to me. of fucking course people who have this amount of passion are going to create something good. they moved from a place of genuine love and enjoyment.
so yeah, duh! saturday cartoons have banger lines. random street art is sometimes the most precious heart-wrenching shit you've ever seen. someone singing on tiktok ends up creating your next favorite song. youtubers are giving us 5 hours of carefully researched content. all of this is the impossible equation to latestage capitalism. like, you can't force something to be good. AI cannot make it good. no amount of focus-group testing or market research. what makes a story worth listening to is that someone cares so much about telling it - through dance, art, music, whatever it takes - that they are just a little unhinged about it.
one time my friend told me he stayed up all night researching how many ways there are to peel an orange. he wrote me a poem that made me cry on public transportation. the love came through it like pith, you know? the words all came apart in my hands. it tasted like breakfast.
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