It didn't hit me as hard when I was watching it in the cinema, but listening to Green Day's Good Riddance (Time of Your Life) while thinking about that X-Men blooper sequence makes my eyes water a little. Hugh laughing about mishaps and opening up about being unsure of himself on set because he was a new guy. Patrick Stewart bowing and everyone clapping. "It's something unpredictable / But in the end, is right" is such a fitting line for X-Men. What a farewell to Fox.
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I’m thinking about Mahito’s great great uncle maintaining and preserving a peaceful and beautiful thing in a way that to an outside observer looks tedious and unimportant, hoping to pass the duty off to a successor but ultimately he cannot find one and dies with it.
I’m thinking about the specificity of the blocks being made and handled with care, not with malice or ill intent.
I’m thinking about Hayao Miyazaki, a bastion of beautiful 2d hand drawn animation who refuses to retire.
I’m thinking about a world where animation is so rarely made with love over profit and efficiency.
I’m thinking about how, though the old man didn’t see it, the next generation still hangs onto a piece of that beautiful, tedious thing and takes it with them because it feels important.
I’m thinking about Mahito being told he should forget, but no. He shouldn’t.
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chu, i'm going to cry 'cause listen what just popped up in my brain;
le satoru waking up from his deep slumber because all of a sudden he can't breathe, and then he realizes that it's his little one sitting on his face, butt right on top of his nose and mouth.
turns out, our baby boy just wanted to sleep with his papa, which is an almost rare occurrence considering the fact that he is a mama's boy.
😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭
- 🪷 (have a great day/noon/evening/night, love!)
suddenly it’s hard to breathe, and it smells too—!
satoru wakes up with a jerk and total fright as his breathing way is blocked off. it took him exactly one second to figure out that it is, in fact, his crawling baby’s butt and diapers right in his face.
“—!” he immediately snatches him and picks him off his face. “my god, you just sat on me! and— did you poop… on me?!”
the babbling baby looks up to him with total innocence, not even comprehending that his papa is so aghast at his antics.
“how could you?! only your mama is permitted to sit on my face,” he grumbles, levelling a disbelief stare on his own progeny. this kid… his rebelliousness must be from you.
baby puckers his lips, before crawling closer and nuzzles his face into his body.
“oh you…” satoru’s horror of being pooped on dissipates that instant when he realizes his mini-him is actually seeking comfort. he pats his little back, feeling so full and giddy, all his grumbles forgotten. “ahh!! you’re so adorable, come— come to papa!”
in the end, after he changes his diapers and washes his own face (because honestly… for such a small thing, his baby does smell) he pulls him closer, and chomps his face playfully.
“it’s only when mama is out that you come to me…” he sullenly accuses as his baby looks at him with total wonder. “you’re playing favorites! hmph!”
“bwa.”
“what? you want to sleep with me, don’t you?”
“mwa.”
“hmph noted. let’s sleep together~”
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