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This oddly reminded me of “A Day at the Park” by Brandon Rogers. . . 

Nightwing: COME HOME!!!

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You know the main problem with the “live action” Lion King? Why it looks so lifeless?

The hyper realistic style is actually limiting the animators, rather than freeing them. The style makes it much harder to have memorable character designs and good expressions. Real lions don’t need to do things like emote in a way that humans can understand – but characters in a film do. The original movie was more cartoony not due to animation limitations of the time, but because that style genuinely serves the story better.

To show you what I mean, compare these two shots of Simba, from right after Scar says “run away and never return.”

Here is a clear reaction, with a strong beat for us to connect with before the character makes a decision. Even without any dialogue, even without any context, you can understand the emotion there just by the expression and the mannerisms. Is it realistic? No! He���s bright yellow and has eyebrows. But do we empathize with him? Yes!

Meanwhile, here is… a lion. Turning and running. No expression, no beats, no character moments, nothing. He actually can’t express himself because the animators are locked into the realistic style. If they tried to animate a strong expression as warranted for the scene, it would look terrible. Is it realistic? Hell yeah! Look at those textures! Look at that fur! But do we empathize with him? …nah. Not really.

To conclude: when you’re retelling Hamlet with a bunch of animated lions, cartoonish-ness is your friend, not your enemy.

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That response though. 

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Small BatFam “Imagine This”:

Damian Wayne sneaking around the Manor and then stumbles upon Bruce taking a nap on a sofa in the middle of the day (which has a 1 in ten billion chances of happening again). Damian, being the little git he is, grabs a marker and scrawls “BatDad” on Bruce’s forehead before Bruce wakes up. 

Damian greets him normally like nothing has happened and lets Bruce head to work or walk around the Manor or whatever the frick this guy does other than go out and be a rich guy or Batman. 

Now imagine:

Tim walking past Bruce but then doing a double take because of the “BatDad” written in bold marker on Bruce’s forehead. Tim now thinks he’s seeing things and heads out to clear his head. 

Dick chilling on a couch but then jumping when he sees Bruce and the humongous “BatDad” on his forehead. He’s shocked at first but stifles his laugh until Bruce leaves. 

Jason (maybe) guffawing all of a sudden and confusing Bruce who’s probably thinking that Jason had finally gone insane and needs to be sent to an asylum or some professional therapy. 

Finally, Bruce comes upon Alfred who tells him about the gigantic “BatDad” scrawled on his forehead. Bruce looks in a mirror and tells Alfred to call all his sons in the same room for a “family meeting.” The boys get there and Bruce asks which one of them did it. Of course, they don’t tell him who did it- or end up pointing at each other- so Bruce tells them that justice and fairness must be practiced... by letting him write on their foreheads. 

Bruce picks up one of those pink-glitter-perma-ink pens (don’t ask why he owns this, just go with it) and chases the boys around the manor. 

Damian has “short stack” written on his forehead.  Tim has “Red Bull” for Red Robin and because it’s a thing that he doesn’t get enough sleep.  Dick has “Dickhead” written on his forehead because... well, you already know. 

And Jason?

He’s hyperventilating in a closet while BatDad is searching for him. At some point, he senses that Bruce is well away from earshot distance so he books it and makes a run for the nearest window. Unfortunately, his bros- all not willing to let their brother escape this cruel punishment- catch him and bring him to the Batdad.

Jason is dragged to an office where a stoic Bruce eerily turns in his swivel chair and looks Jason dead in the eye. Jason gulps. 

Two minutes later, he has “Zombie” written in very bold letters on his forehead. 

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Well, if isn’t a post I can totally relate to.

Random writeblr post: “You need to know how your story ends so you know what kind of obstacles your characters needs to face to reach said end.”

Me, who doesn’t even know how the story begins, keeps creating OCs that mess up with my plot and hasn’t even thought about a proper ending for my story yet:

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Yes please. 

“Time for a yeet-n-greet motherfucker - I’m gonna yeet you off a cliff and your face is gonna greet the ground at terminal fucking velocity!”

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I both hate and love this damn post.

A missed opportunity

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yeah, me either, buddy. 

I don’t think this is how efficient markets are supposed to work.

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Holy crap

None of the comments on the right work anyway. EVER.