#but i had to voice my thoughts somewhere

[one-strugling-bean]

About the Mario Bros Movie (particularly the ending):

(this is all my opinion, feel free to disagree and share your own thoughts, id love to discuss them)

1. Is anyone else upset that the final battle took place in the Real World?

Like... Idk, it just reminded me of the ending of SVTFOE in the worst ways, which, if you know you know.

I guess I just overall hate the concept of merging the Real World with a fantastical world of any kind. Mostly because I can't believe that if the Real World got a hold of a Fantastic World, it would leave it be. That Fantastic World would be abused sooooo much.

I shudder just trying to imagine what sort of crap our World would do if we ever got access to the Mushroom Power-Ups.

But also because it doesn't feel necessary? There was nothing for the brothers in the Real World, the beginning of the movie was supposed to show the viewer that. So much so, that in the end, after the battle, they return to the Game World and start living in the Mushroom Kingdom.

The only thing that did tether them to the Real World was their family.

The only reason I can think of why they chose to make the climax in Brooklyn is that B plot Mario had with his father, wanting to prove to him - and by extension, everyone else that looked down on him - that he could be great and achieve something.

And I found that particular plot point sooo unoriginal and unnecessary.

(How many times will movies have to do the "I wanna prove I can be great, I wanna do my father proud!" plot shtick until they get tired??)

But yeah, in conclusion, having the climax in Brooklyn was dumb and mostly unnecessary, except for the family plot line.

Which brings me to my 2nd question:

2. Am I the only one who thinks the movie would've been better if the brothers were orphans? Or simply, by themselves?

I feel kinda mean writing this....

But like, the family is just needless???

I honestly believe being orphans could have made their characters more interesting. (this sounds so insensitive, I'm sorry....)

It would give Luigi and Mario's powerful bond a deeper connotation, for one. It would make even more sense for Mario to be so protective of Luigi and for Luigi to be so dependent on Mario if they only had each other - they are the only ones left for the other.

(Not to say that siblings that live in a big, happy family can't have powerful bonds. That's not the case. I'm just trying to argue what I think would've been more impactful from a narrative standpoint.)

Also, it would still be able to fit with Mario's wishes of being something great.

As I said before, the only reason as to why the final showdown was in the Real World was so Mario could have closure with his family and past life - so he could have that moment of greatness for everyone (especially his dad) to see.

But for me, returning to the Real World was so unsatisfying (see 1.), that the family plot line becomes useless.

I feel like I would've liked the movie a lot more if

A) the brothers didn't have more family, growing up alone together, resulting in them having kind of a tough life when the movie starts

B) Bullet Bill destroyed the pipe instead of travelling through it, severing the connection between the worlds,

C) because the pipe that lead to the Real World had been destroyed, the final showdown happened in the Mushroom Kingdom (or the nearby forest)

D) in the aftermath of the battle, the brothers would confirm that indeed the pipe wasn't working anymore, but they wouldn't be that broken up about it, because even though they did grow up there, the Real World hadn't been very kind to them in the past, and the only thing they ever needed was each other.

And then yeah, final scene with Mario and Luigi waking up and going to work in the Mushroom Kingdom

And uh, yeah... Ta-daaaaaaaa!

That's my personal take about this movie :p

Please please pleaaaaaase if you don't agree with what I've written above feel free to counter with your own thoughts, id love to discuss (as long as it's all in good fun)

[sorry-not-feeling-it-right-now]

Bridges are Burning into my brain fu@k me

[vaniliens]

Had a dream where I was talking to my older brother* to solve an issue he has by our pool & people kept beating me up and trying to drown me but my older brother just watches and keeps talking

[sysig]

Physical media is forever (Patreon)

[13eyond13]

actually stunned by how gay The Beatles has been all this time and I just never knew

[the-indie-owl]

You know, Random Strange thought that I kept having in mind.

If the Stupid Invaders movie wasn't cancelled, I kept having a strange feeling that the Villains would've been recast once again like in the Game version compare to how Bud & Stereo's voices were changed in Season 2 or the Cancelled Film Trailer (at least, if Stereo could've been in the film somewhere and not in the trailer).

I honestly wouldn't tell who would've played Dr. Saccharin, but the Theory Vision thing that comes within in mind is how I would've imagine Ben Kingsley voicing as Bolok in the Movie (at least in Synthese's Own English Dub & not have it be butchered much like with The "Other" Adaptation).

[snixx]

that feeling when a book is relatable in such a weirdly hyperspecific way with respect to something that's so disturbingly prudent to my life and I thought no one understood will always be my favourite thing about reading

[keeps-ache]

okay i'm out of evil mode. peace love and a little bit of still-tired on planet earth lol 🧃

[roguetaxidermyy]

i wonder if my ex best friend remembers my birthday every year the way i remember hers

[angeart]

... I would like to know about your OCs... pretty please?

-🎀

ribbon anon my dearest!! you wanna hear about them? 🥺🥰

the drawn characters are rei hayden and raven hayden, and they're meant to be twins. "meant to be" because... well, let's backtrack a little.

the story on raven's side starts on one fated new years eve. he's spending it alone, unhappy, contemplating his life. he makes an unwise and impulsive wish, yearning for something different.

this wish yoinks him and transports him to a very scary place <3 but dw! there's a guide person! and he recognises raven (which is odd :3c) and keeps saying this is a place for lost souls.

but he also says raven isn't lost.

the place kind of turns into a nightmare, the world shifting and reshaping around raven, and– there's a maze, and rising water, and lots of mirrors, except every single of his reflections looks different and acts on their own. (and not in a good way. they look kind of desperate.)

i'm trying to be concise here, so let me just say he gets out of this mid-world (by drowning while staring at one of his reflections that looks so so sad <3) and wakes up... in a bed. in an unfamiliar apartment. with a person with his face telling him to hurry up and get ready for school.

so! huh. that's weird.

raven's never had a brother, least of all a twin, but here rei is, flesh and blood, looking at raven in a way only an annoyed family member can.

here's some fun bits about the story:

raven is considered to have an irregular amnesia where he occasionally forgets everything about his life. this alludes to this not being the first time something odd has happened to some raven in this world. it's also not medically accurate, because, spoiler alert, it's not amnesia. and our raven remembers his life, and this wasn't it, thank you very much.

rei is the irresponsible brother. the troublemaker. the lone wolf. he also gets into fights and has enemies. he tries to reaaaally sell that he doesn't care.

raven kind of sees through that lie, gradually at first, then more steeply.

raven has a digital watch that stopped working the moment he was spirited away. which is 8 seconds before midnight on new years eve. it's his only possession that's carried over.

the new years eve hasn't happened here yet. it's before christmas.

you'd think this world is Nice and Safe and Normal, besides all that, but wrong! raven still sometimes catches his mirror reflection moving of its own accord, and he hears voices behind his back, and feels phantom touches that sometimes feel a bit too real. let's not forget about the nightmares.

he's exhausted and confused and scared and it's getting worse.

basically, he doesn't belong in this reality. these are the ways in which this reality is rejecting him, absolutely messing with his perception <3

there's a lot more going on here, about why he's here, and what happened before, and what the voices are actually telling him, etc.

there are other characters too! (but i tend to draw mostly just raven kjxbnk) the other characters include:

evia, a bullied girl with a horrible home life who just wants to escape it all, and gets tangled in with rei thinking he might be her ticket out (seeking out protection, even for the price of being used)

nick, a gang leader who doesn't shy away from violence, thinking rei needs to pay for some things he did in the past and learn his lesson (his methods are questionable; he's ready to hurt and destroy anything in rei's vicinity to prove his point and bring rei down to his knees)

and kye, nick's friend, who's genuinely only trying to do a good thing, but agrees with nick that rei needs to be stopped. he tries to take people away from rei safely, in order to protect them from the blast zone of this mess, convinced rei doesn't really care about them anyway.

here's a 2022 art of raven as a bonus <3

[bopeisdope]

Why do I feel like Im working so hard for my friendships. Why am I giving more than I am getting. Why is it so hard to be heard. Why do I feel like an afterthought. Why is it every time I think it gets better the rug gets pulled out from under me and I find out they don't really care. Why do I keep getting invited when they never talk to me. Why do I keep accepting it

[euclydya]

every now and then when we say something in-sys we DO still hear Allan's voice but barely so

and sometimes. they're like "QUIT TELLING EVERYONE I'M DEAD??" when,

We never DID explicitly tell anyone that, and

He is dead? He's literally a ghost. He honest to god legit for realsies died in 2019.

and he's like..,,,, "oh right! lmao sorry I forgot, carry on" JDJSMSKDMFCN??

[lil-melody-moon]

Discovering coincidences in my life, which are music related is starting to creep me out. I just realized that Paul's music has been with me throughout my entire life and only now I started paying attention to it

[rambling-robot]

“A little dirt never hurt anyone. Well, okay, no, the dirt I grew up in never hurt anyone. Might do you some good, actually. The dirt here? I wouldn’t eat it even if someone promised to kick it out of me.”

“I wouldn’t eat anything if I knew someone was going to kick it out of me?”

“No, see, it’s an expression.”

“I don’t think it is.”

[orcelito]

I take back... SOME of my negativity about fe:engage. Now that I'm out of prolog hell I have decided the fun eclipses the annoyances. For now.

[queer-ecopunk]

So, I'm trans. And several years ago, I was at my great grandfather's funeral. 17, newly on T, barely out to anyone other than my close friends and family. And I'm standing there at the refreshment's table, surrounded by strangers and members of my family's church, when George walks up to me.

This man is ancient, bent like a finger and frail. Tufts of white hair surround his wrinkled face. Like always, he's wearing thick glasses, massive hearing aids, and his veteran's hat. George was my first introduction to the concept of war, when he told me as a child why he was missing two fingers on his hand. He's been a fixture at church since I can remember. I've only ever seen him at there or in uniform at parades, the rest of his time spent in a nursing home somewhere. He picks up a deviled egg and says, in his quiet voice,

"You know, before your grandfather died, he told me that now he had 3 grandsons."

I'm frozen in place. I don't know what to say to that, if I should say anything at all. This is not a conversation I expected to have, especially not with this man. But he continues.

"I didn't know what he meant! So he explained it to me."

And I can imagine it. My great grandfather, uninformed and opinionated but supportive, explaining to his friend the news he barely understood himself over after-service coffee and cookies. His eldest grandchild was now a boy.

"And, you know, I didn't know what to think."

Here, George looks me up and down. This 90-something year old war veteran, who knew me mostly as the little girl playing in the church kitchen with his wife, processing what my great grandfather had really meant. It feels like a long pause, even thought it probably passed in a second.

"But you look good. So, eh!"

And then he smiled, shrugged, and walked away without another word. If I was fine, if I was happier, then that's all that mattered.

George passed away this week, at the age of 99. This memory has been bouncing around in my head for a while, but I wasn't sure if or how I should share it. It was a conversation that meant very little, but also meant the world. It was scary, and funny, and the moment when I realized that sometimes the people you least expect will accept you. Sometimes, even if they don't fully understand, even if they barely know you, someone will choose to support you. And that will always matter.