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THIS IS SO TRUE

THIS IS SO TRUE

THIS IS SO TRUE

This Post should be made mandatory reading for the better part of the entertainment industry.

I have nothing to add, but maybe an example of what triggered a similiar understanding about a decade ago, in 2019. In a short period of time, I was watching "The Dark Chrystal: Age of Resistance" and "Carnival Row".

"The Dark Chrystal", being a colourful fantasy epic targeted at an all-age audience, absolutely blew me away. Even though it has some (minor) shortfalls, it became one of my favourite epic narratives: Well-developed characters, awesome storytelling, stunning visuals- "The Dark Chrystal" has everything! I was really disappointed when I heard about the cancellation.

"Carnival Row", being a dark, adult-y industrial noir fantasy crime- thriller, proved to be rather disappointing. The awesome world-building, AAA cast and huge production values were positively squandared by poor storytelling and REALLY really bad scripts. Watching it, you could easily see that the persons writing it were heavily relying on a smoke-screen of unnecessary sex and excessive violence.

SO YEAH KIDS' SHOWS ACTUALLY HAVE TO PUT AN EFFORT INTO MAKING SHIT WORK SINCE THEY CANNOT SLATHER BODILY FLUIDS OVER POOR STORYTELLING

Yeah maybe I am too old to be watching kids’ shows but many shows made for adults rely on sex and shock value for ratings whereas kids’ shows have to rely on things like artistry, plot, characters, world building, and teaching moral lessons so I don’t think you have a right to judge me

[libidomechanica]

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assemble, creep snows have thy prince our shore  like the large dark dissolving naughter of Wisdom  which eloquenchd in mellowd him her  doubtful to tell then, ere are them all, they could  not a more every wall, and I 

ween, in citizen with people,  when heat of common—shore; the  pit, amidst the heart all satisfid with  the tried me wind thered their underd his  obstinate who knew him from the 

quest. S take the like you fostered of spirits  sing, life and measures seen both were no  accounting a mortality. Street with  a speake a Body out absent poetic  are oil and merry warriors, 

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day, that long both in its her boxs blue  veins now he squeezed from a broad all me a shadows  doth kisss ear, they added some displayd the  wall, whole mail, their end was hideous in  the Girl, he had longing the cave, 

except the lay, the moon of the  never hope the inflame the chopping  flashes one to a nation to (here  impossible scions taught hour, and fights  told in his name by spoils lone in love, my longs on 

one the evaporately    grew  distic and reddening slow but them in his  postpone to the “squires and  in a city listenings when our  despise, whose decent, if like in 

thy peculated craving away live air that all  into the you, with  some self-Lost, they, for that with his  night, and not quite calm, lulld the severend  beneath thats imperiod quiet as occasion, 

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corn of the from Carlton pair off her cheek  all deserved: the spirits, and death  rung, Im puzzled but this make your shine of the  sunless in all the starting materialised,  and one of your into 

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springs; thy Palace the eyes from fears  with main, elaborately wove,          from Bacchus about  his bold, the moon in his ghastly,  command, startled by the safety grafted in  the describe it be, lord had a 

pertinacity soon as if the lives:  still, while the impe fear, with due  to drinking lonely, where I past all thought, where  well know you hasten rill, and when  dale, old Susan should not with her:  but the