#madd addam

[readtilyoudie]

“All it takes,” said Crake, “is the elimination of one generation. One generation of anything. Beetles, trees, microbes, scientists, speakers of French, whatever. Break the link in time between one generation and the next, and it’s game over forever.”

Oryx and Crake (MaddAddam, #1) by Margaret Atwood

[submi55ive-kitten]

That's so badass that you do beekeeping! How did you get into that?

Ahh! Thank you for this question!

It was something I wanted to get into for a few years. I think it is relatively well known that bees have been dying in pretty alarming numbers. It felt like a way for me to "do my part" and have a neat hobby. My dad used to do it a long time ago and last year I got to get a hive for this first time. Something happened and it didn't make it past the summer. This year we have two and so far things a going really well.

But what really made me want to learn how to keep bees was because a character in one of my favorite books, The Year of the Flood, was a bee keeper. Pilar is part of an eco cult, knows the different uses of plants, cultivates mushrooms, and mentors another character I really like. I think part of the reason I like her character is she's sorta a maternal figure and since I don't have a relationship with my mom that energy is really appealing. I'm rambling now...lol

The Year of the Flood by Margret Atwood

[thegreatestkingston]

I need a friend to dm at odd hours because that single lyric from that really obscure song was SO togachako coded that it HURT MY SOUL. Since I don't have any friends that want to listen to my rambling (and I don't want to make the friends I do have hate me for said rambling) I'll give my list of togachako songs to Tumblr!

SO! Here we go, Kingston's Togachako song rec list in no particular order:

So Alright, Cool, Whatever - The Happy Fits

Lover is a Day - Cuco

Cover This Song (A Little Bit Mine) - Will Wood and The Tapeworms

As the World Caves In - Matt Maltese

space girl - Frances Forever

For the Departed - Shayfer James

Lovesick - Laufey

Promise - Laufey

From the Start - Laufey

Valentine - Laufey

Lovers Rock - TV Girl

How I'd Kill - Cowboy Malfoy

Cliche - mxmtoon

Figure You Out - Djo

Orbit - Mia Stegner

Crazier Than You - Addams Family Musical

Tongues & Teeth - The Crane Wives

Never Love an Anchor - The Crane Wives

The Red Means I Love You - Madds Buckley

Skeleton Appreciation Day - Will Wood and The Tapeworms

Villainous Thing - Shayfer James

Don't You Dare (Make Me Fall in Love with You) - Kaden MacKay

Twist the Knife - That Handsome Devil

Under My Skin - Jukebox The Ghost

Rule #7 - Angel Tango - Fish in a Birdcage

Bet - Rio Romeo

Cannibal - Tally Hall

When Somebody Needs You - Will Wood

Um, It's Kind of a Lot - Will Wood

Misanthrapologist - Will Wood

Good Luck, Babe - Chappell Roan

Yes, to Err is Human, So Don't Be One - Will Wood

Against the Kitchen Floor - Will Wood

Bonus Songs:

League of Villain-coded

My Alcoholic Friends - The Dresden Dolls

Where We Belong - Shayfer James

Himiko-coded

Rivers Is a Vampire - Bear Ghost

Ochako-coded

all-american bitch - Olivia Rodrigo

(Admire the self-restraint I have not to list "Simping for the Villain - Boy Jr." under the Ochako-coded section.)

Okay thank you for listening Tumblr, goodnight <3

[genderfluid-library]

1, 3 and 4!! 💞💞

Was your OC influenced or inspired by any particular fictional character(s) when you made them?

Carrie got the name Carrie because of Carrie white! Main character to Stephen King's carrie. I have adored Carrie for so long that when making my own oc I watched the movie in the background.

Carrie last name Gomez is inspired by Gomez Addams because of how devoted I made her to Luz. I wanted a character who was hurt but loved so devotedly.

Luz was a recent name change. I kept flip flopping on her name so many times and kept changing it until the owl house came out. I absolutely adore Luz Noceda from the owl house and I couldn't help but imagine if Luz (toh) and Luz (oc) meeting. Before hand Luz would be named after various final girls.

Luz Last name Diaz is from star vs the forces of evil. I loved Marco. My girl. I really wish Marco could have been a trans girl in the show but in regards to Luz, I gave her Marco's last name because shes the most cautious compared to Carrie but does love ghost hunting. She has her fun.

2. What genre (not counting the one they’re in) would your OC thrive in?

I mentioned how bsd would fit carrie and luz to you before but let me talk about Viv and Nova.

I love jjk so i tried to make ocs but did not like the story in the end . then thought about carrie and luz, because i have favs within my ocs but still did not like it.

But what made me realize who would fit, Viv and Nova. Their story is about them dying and becoming demons. In order to keep living they have to punish the living. I can't help but think of Nova and Viv as sorcerers who drifted away after having to deal with curses and how often people died only for Nova to come back and beg for another chance to spend the rest of his days left with her. 4.What media does your character enjoy?

Carrie and Luz are magical girl and superhero lovers. Carrie has a die hard crush on starfire and Luz adores supergirl. They both adore spiderman in horror or more spooky media Carrie and Luz both love the child play franchise and the addams family.

Carrie loves junji ito and emily carrolls comics.

Luz loves Carrie, Coraline and invader zim.

Viv loves the labyrinth movie, the dark crystal series and puppetry in general. She also loves childrens horror media like goosebumps or scarewaves. In her universe she loves the idea of being a future kids nightmare.

Nova- Loves the muppets. Kermit is his icon. The Wizard of Oz and disney movies, His fav princess is mulan. and anything that has to do with alice in wonderland. Including the video game alice maddness returns.

[a-marlene-s]

Jack Fenton all the way.

Hands down. His fudge is to kill for.

Literally.

How do you think the Fentons are able to afford to tinker away and experiment? All that gusto to fight and the ability to break through walls?

Addams.

The debate truly is.... Is Jack or Madde more of an Addams than the other?

About Deadpool tho, the Addams keep immaculate track of they're family tree (as seen by cousin who intruder)

Oh, I know. If you've seen or read about the play, you'd know that Grandma Addams just appeared one day and hasn't left.

Deadpool had just randomly appeared during a party, and someone accidentally threw a knife at his head. Deadpool simply pulled it out and asked if anyone lost their knife.

That and Uncle Deadpool has a habit of sneaking into the kitchen taking food. Along with appearing along aide of you, offering wisdom while munching on a muffin or cupcake.

[toripar]

i've been playing dead (my whole life) by heliamphora

- chapter 7

this fic has literally consumed my soul and breathed life into it again. im obsessed. wenclair nation we ball.

[mogai-headcanons]

Wednesday Addams from Wednesday is an autistic T4T auti4auti aut4aut BPD4BPD lesbian demiromantic asexual edgecute deathcute deadbitch rotgender mortdeic mortidecoric caemetarian anonymortem cadaveric darkgender cursedcoric deathgender abandoe bloodcoric mortugender gendermortuus cemetarian gendermorbid eldryxygender boqorgeerigender witchcoric hellgender thalassogender demongender villaingender vampdaegender greenfiregender lunargirlfriende piantic ravenfriend daroric outcastive sumoureic trans girl with BPD and depression who uses it/its, she/her, and all neopronouns related to darkness, death, and the macabre!

It's dating Enid Sinclair, an autistic T4T auti4auti aut4aut BPD4BPD lesbian asexual alderretraclawic pastelgender gendercute softgender auroracorecesse aesthetigirl lunaroxygender spacecute lesbicute cutehoarder rostelsoftic catgender catcute solargirlfriende hypersexualian translunar snowcute loponic lovescapic elemidatic wintercute wolfcatgirl kifemendic soflowic kittyblepic gardengellic lovedivine werewolfgender werewolfem weregirl adorelady genderlover outcastive sumoureic trans girl with anxiety, BPD, and MADD who uses she/her, cat/cats, fem/fems, mew/mews, love/loves, and 💕/💕s pronouns!

dni link

[gladlypants]

14... and 16 & 17 :~)

14. Favorite book you read this year?

the Madd Addam Trilogy by Margaret Atwood -- first book was a bit of a slog because the main character wasn't very likeable imo, but as a whole they were fantastic.

16. Post a picture from the beginning of the year

17. Post a picture from the end of the year

I assume this means selfies (??), so here are me and my husband in March, and me last month. That's as close as I have to the beginning and the end hehe.

ty for the asks ♥

[allwehearisradiosilence]

Please the way this awoke my goth asexual para-

Goth sex-repulsed ace culture is loving the Addams family but being kinda uncomfortable with Morticia and Gomez’s relationship because it’s just So Sexual

[ghostlycozy]

17questions, 17 people

Thanks for tagging me, @mattieandmatter :)

Nickname: most of my friends either call me dude, bro or babe

Zodiac: Sagitarius with Leo rising

Height: 5′2 (1,57cm)

Hogwarts House: Time to cause chaos but I’ve never seen or read Harry Potter (and at this point I don’t plan on it xD)

Last Thing I Googled: “The Addams Family 2″ (it was movie night and you can never go wrong with this movie)

Song Stuck in My Head: this one :)

Number of Followers: 262

Amount of sleep: it depends on whether my insomnia will allow me to sleep or not xD

Lucky Number: 16

Dream job: anything revolving around books

Wearing: Pyjamas

Favourite Song: this one 😍

Favourite Instrument: Harp. The sounds calms me down when my anxiety is really bad

Aesthetic: Dark tones / just anything that doesn’t make me stand out

Favourite Author: Jodi Picoult

Favourite Animal Noise: i honestly don’t know

Random: I’m an extremely negative person. Like the line for negative is low but I manage to lower it even fucking lower

Tagging: @boldlyshamelessfun ; @xtimeforprice ; @queerbacteria ; @queersarcasticcatlady ; @queer-trans-amazon ; @jesuschristimahomo ; @madd-muskan ; @weirdofreakish ; @mushroom-on-a-rock ; @mattieandmatter ; @luzmitys ; @acenerdsbian and anyone else who may wanna do this :)

[readtilyoudie]

“Immortality,” said Crake, “is a concept. If you take ‘mortality’ as being, not death, but the foreknowledge of it and the fear of it, then ‘immortality’ is the absence of such fear. Babies are immortal. Edit out the fear, and you’ll be …”

Oryx and Crake (MaddAddam, #1) by Margaret Atwood

[pirate-patton]

Title: Curiosity Killed the Cat; Satisfaction Brought Him Back Tag List: @undertakershairline @mewsicalmiss @romananalogicality @rose-gold-roman @thegoldenmink @the-prince-and-the-emo @theawesomestofsauces @jellyjam24 @sabriel-fanboy-83 @the-sanders-sides @amazable01 @milk-withtwosugars @bbcanimefangirl @analogically-prinxiety @asexual-trashbag @calz-craze @gayfagg @gracefullyinsanedancingunicorn @phandemoniumclub @virgils-anxiety @natalie-wheres-the-tampons @hrtnsolofytube @greymane902 @ashrain5 @fandom-screamings @mira-jadeamethyst @cefmua56 @colie7700 @madd-catter @leesacrakon @a-blog-just-for-sanders @doesdanielhowelisgay @viva-la-nordics @just-fic-me-up @justanotherpurplebutterfly @thebeautyofthomas

Virgil had a notebook.  A kind of worn out, once black notebook with purple pen scratches all across the front.  The others rarely got to see this notebook, but they were well aware of its existence. For the most part, no one dared to ask what it was for or if they could see it.  No one, not even Patton, was curious enough to risk the little bit of trust and confidence building between them and the anxious side.  

That is…until Virgil got more confident and trusted them more.

The notebook made its way out of his room more and more, finding its way onto the coffee table, dining table, the counters, and the sofa much more often.  Every now and then one of them would catch Virgil with his knees to his chest scribbling away in the book, and just seeing it drove them crazy.

To say that Logan wasn’t dying to know what was in the book would have been the biggest lie ever told in the mind palace.  As the logical side, he was also the side that enjoyed learning the most.  Learning, observing…dying of curiosity.  Secrets were not his thing.  They were not his “jam.”  What was his “jam” was figuring out why Virgil hid the notebook when he was using it.

And now, he had an opportunity.

“Be right back,” Virgil mumbled.  The anxious side hopped up from his spot on the other end of the sofa and dragged his notebook into his spot.  Logan watched him leave and round the corner to his room, and it didn’t take long for all of that curiosity to come rushing to the forefront of his mind.

What could be in this mysterious notebook?  Drawings?  Logan thought of all the possibilities for Virgil Drawings.  From a Tim Burton-esque style all the way down to an Invader Zim style. Mainly monsters or gore…or possibly he’d be full of surprises and fill the notebook with drawings that calmed him? Kittens, puppies, maybe a few koalas or red pandas?  Or maybe he was a classic early 2000s emo child and filled his notebook with stitched-up, bandaged-up, and bleeding hearts?  

Perhaps the notebook contained his thoughts.  What a trip that would be.  Thoughts and analyses of ever scenario Thomas encountered.  It’d probably be a mish-mash and assorted lists of words indecipherable to anyone but Virgil.

But then…Virgil had said before that he wrote.  Sonnets, at least.  Could this notebook be his writings…?

Logan caught his hand gravitating toward the book, and he snatched the offending digits back against his chest.  No, he couldn’t.  He would not be the first to break.  Virgil would share the contents of the book when he felt he was ready, and Logan would just have to respect that.  

…But he wouldn’t even know if Logan took a quick peak just to see what Virgil used the notebook for…

…But that would still be abusing Virgil’s trust.  He left the book there out of trust.  

…But-!

“I’m back,” Virgil announced, throwing himself down on top of the book.  He pulled it back out from underneath himself and opened it up to wherever he’d left off. “Needed a different blue.”

Ah.  Drawings. Had to be.

…Right?

Logan’s curiosity had yet to die off a week later.  All four of them sat around the dining table for breakfast, and after eating they all stuck around the kitchen, taking the day as a lazy day.  Virgil stayed sat at the table hunched over his notebook, a purple pen in his hand this time.  

Logan watched him, barely paying attention to Roman as the creative side spat off about whatever adventure he’d been on the day before and how he’d hurt his neck rescuing some…royalty, Logan assumed.  No matter, it wasn’t like there’d be a quiz.

“Are you even listening to me, Logan?!” Roman whined.

“What?” Logan turned to face him, holding back laughter at the frustrated look on Roman’s face.

“While you simply read about these kinds of adventures, I’m living them!” Roman exclaimed in that whiny voice of his that Logan so detested.  “Why, you’re more interested in whatever Wednesday Addams over there is doing than my actually interesting story!”

“Falsehood, I was paying neither of you any mind!” Logan insisted.  At this point, Virgil had looked up, squinty-eyed as ever, to figure out what the heck was going on with these two.  Logan looked over at him when he heard a snicker, and he caught sight of lines and lines and lines and lines of words.  So, he didn’t draw in the notebook; it was for writing.

…But writing what?!

Before he could figure it out, Virgil flipped the book shut and got to his feet, tucking the notebook in his jacket.  “I’m gone; you two are way too noisy.”

“Look what you did, Roman.”

“ME?!”

“Alright, you two, who wants to help me make muffins?!” Patton called as he bound into the dining room holding up a recipe book.

Now Logan was just getting frustrated.  He’d been so good up to this point!  Now he had a glimpse of the inside of the notebook and all of its overwhelming amounts of blue and purple and green writing, and he desperately wanted to read it.  Unfortunately, the unmade muffins were getting the brunt of his anger.  

“Logan, be careful stirring the blueberries!”  Patton’s increasingly shrill concern snapped Logan back, and he looked down at the bowl before deciding that, yep, he’d done a good job mixing.  “I will take that…” Patton said, slowly removing the bowl from Logan’s hands.

Logan groaned and dropped his head onto the counter, gently banging his forehead against the corner.  He couldn’t take this anymore.  He was going to lose it.

“Is there any reason you’re suddenly so grumpy?” Patton asked as he scooped the muffin batter out into paper liners.  

“It’s…nothing…” Logan said.

“Now you and I both know that’s not true.  Has it got something to do with Virgil’s notebook?”

“You’ve noticed…”

“Well, it’s not every day you lose control of your curiosity, Mr. Calm and Collected.”  Patton had a point, Logan supposed.  Why did Logan care so much?  Before this point he’d chalked it up to him being naturally curious as apart of who he was, but now…  “Why don’t you just ask Virgil if you can read it?”

Logan shook his head rapidly, crossing his arms and leaning against the counter heavily.  “Curiosity killed the cat, remember,” he said.

“Ah, but satisfaction brought it back.”  Patton smirked and gave Logan a wink, nudging his side to make Logan move away from the drawer he needed in.  “If you don’t want to ask him, fine.  But I’m sure he’d share…”

“Why do act so confident about that?”

“No reason…”  The grin on Patton’s face was more than concerning, but Logan could only take one obsession at a time.

Logan stood in the doorway to the commons room just watching Virgil scribble away in his notebook.  He had to ask, just say something to end this yearning.  But…why was he so nervous?  His stomach felt off, not sick, but wrong, the longer he watched Virgil write.  

Virgil moved and rested his cheek in his right hand, and wow now it looked like he was doodling.  Logan covered his mouth to fight off a smile, wondering why in the world Virgil was so cute like that.  This was all too much; Logan had to put an end to it.  Ugh.

“Verge – Virgil,” Logan called, making the anxious side jump.

“Just use an air horn next time, why don’t you!”

“My apologies,” Logan said, moving farther into the room. He gingerly took a seat not too far from Virgil, just an arms’ length between their knees, and he looked at the notebook.  Virgil followed his eyes and snatched the book, slamming it shut.  “So…” Logan started, daring himself to just ask already, “…what is it that you fill that mysterious notebook of yours with?” he asked slowly.  Finally, finally the words were out and the answer, be it rejection or truth, was right in front of him. Hallelujah.

“What does it matter to you?” Virgil asked, guarding the book with his knees.

“Well…”  Think of a good reason!  “As we are all making a better effort to get to know you and include you, I should think that a good way to do just that would be learning about what you can and do put to paper.”  Nailed it.

“Ummm…”  Virgil’s eyes darted back and forth, never landing on Logan.  He concentrated them on his socks eventually, going silent. Logan could watch the gears turning in that nervous mind, and his heart ached to know what was going on in there. Gah, what was wrong with him?!  “I –“  Oh? “I guess there’s some stuff you can look at…”  

…Satisfactory.

Logan watched as Virgil flitted through the pages, scanning quickly yet carefully each one until he found one he was willing to share. Virgil handed the book over and dropped his face so only his eyes were visible over his knees.  Logan greedily looked over the page, taking in every single thing about it.  

The page was very brittle, very fragile.  How old was this notebook?  So many things on the backside of the page had been scratched out and scribbled out, to the point that holes poked through to the side he read.  Navy blue ink filled his page, which was good because at least he could comfortably read navy blue.  Then, with the page absorbed, he could finally read.

…Poetry.  Huh. And not sonnets.

Keeping me grounded must be an awful job, Though you do it well. I’m whiny, insufferable, and unbearable, But you take on my personal Hell And give me a minute at most in your Heaven.

“OK, that’s enough!” Virgil snatched the book away, face red as could be.  

It wasn’t enough, it couldn’t be enough.  Five lines that read like that was basically a cliffhanger, and it wasn’t fair.  But, Logan had to respect Virgil’s boundaries. No matter how frustrating they were. Maybe…maybe he could test his limits? “You are a very good writer, Virgil,” he said.

“Thanks, I guess…” Virgil mumbled, tucking the notebook back into his jacket.  

“You must write from experience?”  There, Logan threw out his line, and he hoped Virgil hooked on.  

“Yeah, what else would I have?  Roman’s the creative one…” Virgil said.  His sleeve found its way into his mouth and he looked at the ground. Great, he was anxious and uncomfortable, and he was making Logan feel bad.  

Just.  Not bad enough.

“Who were you writing about in that poem?” Logan asked.

“…It doesn’t matter.”

Oh, but it did.  It very much did matter who Virgil was writing about, because it was killing Logan.  He was sure he’d burst any minute and now he understood exactly how those curious cats felt when they were ready to just die.

“Well, it must matter if whoever it was does so much for you,” Logan said.  

“Don’t worry about it!”

“And that is supposed to make me not?”

“Really just – it doesn’t matter, Logan!”

“Then why do write them to mean so much?!”

“Because I just felt like it!”

“Well if you felt like it, then you must believe the words you put down, which means –“

“Would you stop!”

Logan shut up.  Clamp – jaw screwed shut – no more talking for him.  He really wanted to ask why it was big deal, but he refrained.  An angry Virgil was a dangerous Virgil. Possibly.  None of them had ever seen him truly angry.

“Look…” Virgil took a deep breath and brought back out his notebook.  “Everything in here is really personal.  I just…I dunno why I even let you look at it at all; I guess I trust you, but…maybe not for everything.”

Well, just rip out his heart and stomp on it.  Not like Logan wanted that useless thing, anyway. “You can trust me.”

Virgil bit his lip, nearly tearing a hole in it if his force was anything to judge by.  God, why couldn’t he just trust Logan with all of his secrets, PLEASE Virgil!

“It’s you.”

“I beg your pardon?”

“The poem, you idiot!”

Oh.  Oh!  Oh. That explains a lot.  “May I read the rest of it, then?” Logan asked, hoping with all his hope that Virgil would say yes.  

“I…nu-uh.  Not – not yet.”

He should’ve assumed that answer.  Of course, Logan still had to be there for Virgil.  He had to live up to the poem and be what Virgil saw in him. His anchor, the one that grounded him. The one that gave Virgil a piece of Heaven.

“I will not pry any more, I promise,” Logan said, pretending his useless hunk of heart didn’t leap when Virgil gave him a smile.  “So, would you want to watch a movie?”

“Wanna watch Scooby Doo?” Virgil asked.

“If that is what you want, then yes.”  

It didn’t take long for the two to get comfortable on the sofa, Zombie Island starting on the television.  Virgil slumped against Logan, resting his head on the logical side’s shoulder.  Logan rested his head on top of Virgil’s, and he now realized what was exactly meant by the end of that famous phrase.  No, he didn’t get all of his answers, and he still had questions, but for the moment he was happy with what he knew.  Virgil trusted him with a little snippet of his mind, and nothing could be more satisfying in that moment than that.

A/N: HA YOU THOUGHT THEY WERE GONNA MACK ON EACH OTHER DIDN’T YOU maybe one day. this is so long. i haven’t written something this long in forever. my brain hurts

[scissorstoariadne]

He hikes doggedly onward, muttering to himself. The forest blots up his voice, the words coming out of him in a string of colourless and soundless bubbles, like air from the mouths of the drowning. The laughter and singing dwindle behind him. Soon he can’t hear them at all.

Margaret Atwood, Oryx and Crake

[carnivorousflamingo]

In the beginning, you lived inside the Egg. That is where Crake made you. Yes, good, kind Crake. Please stop singing or I can't go on with the story.

Margaret Atwood, Madd Addam

[mogai-headcanons]

wednesday addams is an edgecute, deathcute, deadbitch, rotgender, mortdeic, mortidecoric, caemetarian, anonymortem, cadaveric, darkgender, cursedcoric, deathgender, abandoe, bloodcoric, mortugender, mortuus, cemetarian, gendermorbid, eldryxygender, boqorgeerigender, witchcoric, hellgender, thalassogender, demongender, villaingender, vampdaegender, greenfiregender, lunargirlfriende lesbian trans girl with bpd, autism, and depression. it uses it/she pronouns and all neos related to darkness, death, and the macabre.

it is dating enid sinclair, a pastelgender, gendercute, softgender, auroracorecesse, aesthetigirl, lunaroxygender, spacecute, lesbicute, cutehoarder, rostelsoftic, catgender, catcute, solargirlfriende, lesbian trans girl with autism, anxiety and bpd. she uses she/cat pronouns.

edgecute wednesday anon here, here are some ids i forgor to include in the first ask (sorry!)

wednesday: piantic, ravenfriend, daroric, asexual and demoromantic.

enid: asexual, hypersexualian, translunar, snowcute, loponic, lovescapic, elemidatic, wintercute, wolfcatgirl, kifemendic, alderretraclawic, soflowic, kittyblepic, gardengellic, lovedivine, werewolfgender (pls use the flag by cool-cassius), werewolfem, weregirl, adorelady, genderlover, and has madd. she also uses fem/fems, mew/mews, love/loves, and 💕/💕s pronouns.

the both are also outcastive, t4t, sumoureic, auti4auti, aut4aut and bpd4bpd!

edgecute wednesday anon:

i meant demiromantic not demoromantic, oops

queued! i couldn't find mortuus, but if you lmk where i can i'll get it added

[michaeljanairo]

First impression: MaddAddam in development for HBO

First impression: MaddAddam in development for HBO

Today’s news that HBO will be adapting Margaret Atwood’s MaddAddam trilogy comes with mixed feelings.

That it is HBO? Awesome, because that will mean the three novels (Oryx and Crake, The Year of the Flood and MaddAddam) will get space and time to unfold and be more fully realized than they probably could be as one, or even three, feature films, and definitely more fully than if they were to be…