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Heading to school now to finalize my decision to retake the year. Set your bets NOW on whether I’ll start crying again, completely shut down and will be unable to speak, or the third, secret option! (Not even I know what the third secret option is yet, but we’ll see!)
#it’s so funny like. this is entirely my decision#I don’t have to retake the year. but if things keep going like this I’m going to crash ceremoniously into a wall by the time#finals come around. so yeah#my parents straightup had no opinion on the matter and I don’t know whether to be glad or upset about that?#because like. yeah sure they didn’t scream or flip their shit. but I don’t want to have to make decisions like that without any#outside perspective yknow#but it’s been like that for years honestly#they’re completely uninvolved in everything I do basically#like my brother in Christ I’ve exclusively used a different name in school for over two years and you literally never noticed#it says my chosen name on all my projects! my assignments! everywhere#honestly I knew I could get away with it because they’d just be completely uninterested in what I do anyway lol#*lol#but. yeah#my portfolio is severely lacking and I can’t just catch that up like that#as I said my mental health is in shambles and our mental health support in this country is even worse off#and I honestly just feel kind of left alone in this decision making shit#like sure I’m an adult! but it’s not like I had much support with my decisions even before I was#no support while making a decision and only judgement after you make the decision#tbf the whole reason I’m so upset about this decision is because it means I’ll have to live at home for another year#I’d be a-okay with taking the rest of the semester off to get myself back on track and then put all I have into retaking the year#but like this I just feel really fucking tired#oops I guess this turned into a little bit of a#vent#sorry oops#delete later
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Spoilers for The Outsiders Musical
Dallas jumping in front of the train in the musical really made me think of this part of the book. (Disclaimer I have not watched the musical yet, this is just my opinion on this one change so)
In the book, while his death *is* a suicide, to an outside perspective, it doesn't seem so. To anyone outside the gang, he died a juvenile delinquent who got in a shoot out with the police, who robbed a grocery store and then ran away and pulled out a gun. To anyone else he had it coming, he deserved it. Only really to the gang was his death tragic and desperate. People weren't mourning him in the papers like they did Johnny. And that's how Dallas wanted to die. And by having him jump in front of a train, his death is now explicitly a suicide to anyone who didn't know him. Anyone simply reading about it in the news would feel pity and sorrow for this boy they never knew, they probably wouldn't see him as a criminal or a hood. He didn't want to be seen as a poor, troubled young boy who took his own life, and that is ignored in the musical by changing how he dies. Not to mention how it strips away the themes of police brutality in a story where that is so important. So not only is Dallas' death very important, but the way in which he dies as well.
#this is just my perspective of it so yknow you can disagree but i just feel like the way dallas dies is very important to his character#and im not tryna be like oh the musical sucks and its horrible and u cant enjoy it bc there are aspects of the show i like!#but u should be able to criticize something even if u enjoy it. honestly especially if u enjoy it#the outsiders#the outsiders musical#dallas winston#cam says stuff
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When June confronts Solas please imagine it like that one scene in KH1 where Riku does his little "im evil now" speech and Sora goes "youre stupid!" at him
#/hj but also not#do his motivation/actions/reasoning make sense for his character? yeah!#is it objectively stupid from an outside perspective! also yeah! <3#to june the whole ''ending the world'' shtick was weirdly fascinating right up until the point when solas actually attempted it#cus she kept going ''surely he doesnt mean it like. literally??' and ''HOW exactly is he gonna do it. what is the plan. what's the VISION?'#both in the sense that she expects solas to be smarter than that surely?? and that it sounds very unrealistic to her#yknow. logistically. what is the plan here?#so in that way she had a lot of fun over the years trying to figure that out what the possible plan is and what possible counters would be#also. her sense of time is such that the future might as well not exist so like. the threat of solas making the world end maybe#doesnt feel real until He Actually Tries It#their reunion will be nothing like what bioware (apparently) wants but it Will be very funny is what im saying#lay rambles#da4#dav#oc: june trevelyan#dunno yet what she'll think of rook though
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must be nice, being free for once
#character here is asuka from branch-wdk53#art#zoom in for some details :3 especially the lineart and with her face#i had to retroactively add the little chess pieces bc i drew her hands and was like. ok. what the fuck is she doing#so something here about being able to control others persnaps... with the red shoes' power and all#also liking her updated hair :3 specifically with this ego it makes me think of her like not maintaining it totally#or letting it grow out since she wouldnt care about how shes perceived - like a red shoes possessed agent wouldnt#this is more corroded-y than just her with the ego but yknow. the themes etc#i could see it happening to her considering how often she gets fucked over by the world#wanting to take agency and just do whatever she likes for a time#the perspective here was all just fuck it we ball i literally used 0 references for this. sometimes i just Do That i guess lol#also! the lineart colors come from some just like. making it all a little bluer type stuff#but i also inverted the whole color layer and put it on top and was like. oh thats awesome#since i just selected everything outside of the lineart for the base coloring layer#it also went into the lineart and made some cool stuff with the parts that were or werent colored behind the lines#i will always find a way to have 20 tags on every piece of art i make o7
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world's finest (1990) #1
[ID: two in-universe drawings from two different orphan children talking about their heros. The first one is by Ann Gray, who's eight years old. She drew a surprisingly decent photo of Batman in front of a yellow background and wrote, ‘My hero — Batman. He is strong and fierce and he can beat anyone. He is very tall. He wears a cool suit with a bat on. He is not afrade of bullits and he saved my life (true). No one nows his reel name or address. the biggist crinminel in all the world could not make him sorender. Batman keeps gothum city safe for everyone and pets.’
The second drawing is by Zachary Sikes who's 12 and a half years old. He drew a photo of Superman using his heat vision as he flies. He wrote, ‘My Hero — Superman. My hero is Superman. He is able to fly and I have seen him lift up a car (with 2 peeple in it). If you hit him in the face then he will just laff. Every one likes him and he saved my life once. The big S on his shirt is for his name (Superman). He lives in Metroplis (where I used to life also). He keeps everything there in law and order.’ END ID]
#WAHHH#‘he keeps everything there in law and order’ ok but does he keep it safe for everyone and their pets?? /j#call this healing my inner child or whatever but as someone that went through A LOT of trauma as a kid... just smthn about these heros from#a child's point of view always gets to me... like both in their universe and also just comics aimed at a younger age group#like its so nice for me (20 yr old adult) to see children getting to have these heros & symbols & characters of hope and love and strength#an example i always think about is batman overdrive. of course it wasnt aimed at me so i didn't get the most enjoyment but there were so#many little cute parts and how they did slightly touch topics (from bruces depression to parent abandonment) in an age appropriate way#and knowing kids get more resources that i didnt at that time? just so nice to know and see#and in universe because yknow we always get the outside perspective and know these characters flaws and struggles#but just to have that innocent and simple perspective of seeing how a child sees and experiences these heros.... ough#<- lemme find that overdrive post to go along with this little ramble hold on...#oh also quick reassurance that i listened back with a screen recorder as always & it reads out fine with the children's spelling errors :)#c: world's finest (1990) | i: 1#crypt's panels#batman#superman#baa mun...
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guilty of your innocence– mp100
“It’s very nice to finally meet you, Ms. Serizawa!”
The man on her doorstep was holding out a very sweaty hand. When she took it, she was treated to the clammiest handshake she had ever experienced.
Her boy– lovely, sweet, naive Katsuya– was smiling at her, eyes wide and imploring. Despite the grin pulling at his lips, his hands were shaking where they were clasped in front of his chest. Poor Katsuya looked like he was on the brink of collapse. The nervous tilt of his eyebrows were screaming at her to accept the man.
She didn’t know whether to spare his feelings or tell the truth.
Katsuya had called her earlier in the day, asking if she was free for a visit after work. For her son, she would always be free, she told him– but she accepted anyway. Despite their previously strained relationship, Katsuya was one of her favourite people. She loved when he swung by her residential area, coming for lunch or dinner whenever he made time in his busy schedule.
He told her he had a surprise for her– someone he wanted her to meet. She was ecstatic, of course; still overwhelmingly proud of her son for getting out into the world. And now, he was meeting people and making friends! She baked snacks with vigour, fueled by the need to impress whoever their guest would be.
Now she wished she hadn’t broken her back over those little cakes.
The man Katsuya presented her with was incredibly underwhelming– if not downright concerning. He spoke with a certain degree of smarminess, like he was trying to sell her something. His smile glinted– sharp and intelligent, but much too disarming. The man’s arms pinwheeled around as he spoke at a mile a minute; the lack of self-awareness was another red-flag raised with the others. Adding to his persona, the man’s hair was an unnatural shade of blond, the colour of box bleach done in the middle of the night in a cramped bathroom. On his strung-out frame, he wore an oversized– yet puzzlingly too-small– suit. It crinkled, thin fabric bunching up around his waist and shoulders. The pant legs didn’t quite reach his ankles, revealing unprofessional magenta socks. He was trying to distract her with his big, showy smiles and empty niceties– and she was already suspicious.
With narrowed eyes, she sized him up. She instilled as much distrust into her glare as her 5’3” stature could manage. Judging by the beads of sweat gathering under his bangs, the man was rightfully intimidated.
Katsuya led them into the house, passing by his mother to plant the man in her living room. He left him alone with a squeeze of his shoulder. The man looked like he was trying desperately to not throw up on her carpet. He smiled around his clear nausea– she wanted to laugh at the way his face was nearly green, like a cartoon character, but alarms were going off in her ears. She didn't like this disingenuous man who had swept up her Katsuya at all.
As Katsuya puttered around the kitchen, collecting mugs and tea bags as he set water boiling in the kettle with his powers, she sat on the armchair opposite the man, cornering him.
She levelled him with another icy look, crossing her arms. The man straightened, steeling himself like he was getting ready for an argument.
"Who are you?" She asked bluntly. He barely faltered, crossing his legs and leaning in. He still had that sickly-sweet customer service smile plastered on his face.
"Reigen Arataka," he stopped, like he was about to continue that sentence, but decided against it at the last minute. Pink dusted his cheeks and he cleared his throat, "I'm Katsuya's… business partner. It's nice to meet you Ms…?" He reiterated. She didn't return the sentiment.
She hummed, brushing him off, "And how do you know my son?"
Clanging sounded from the kitchen, causing her to startle– Katsuya must have dropped something. Concern flashed across Reigen's face as he peered into the kitchen, eyebrows drawn in a look that conveyed worry where she expected fear. It had been a long time since the sound of something hitting the floor in her home was cause for light concern instead of anxiety. Reigen relaxed when a bright "I'm okay!" floated in from the kitchen.
"Well, that's actually a funny story," he started, uncrossing and crossing his legs again the opposite way. It was like he couldn't stop moving, "Katsuya and I actually met at his old uh– 'job'."
Her heart stopped beating.
The last time a man in a suit with a fake smile and hollow words took her Katsuya, she lost him for three years. To hear that they met through the abusive man her son had just barely escaped from was a punch to the gut.
Already, Reigen was trying to explain himself. His hands flailed around like restless hummingbirds and if she hadn't been lost in her own fear and anger, she would want to bat them away.
"Not- I mean, it was after his old boss was arrested and- and I am not part of Claw or anything like that-!" He swiped a sweaty hand across his sweaty face, laughing shrilly, "You see, my kids– well, they're not really my kids but- but anyways!"
Was Katsuya in a bad place again?
It seemed like he was getting better– he had his own apartment that he paid for with his own money. She thought he had a real job, since he earned a consistent wage and spoke highly of his new boss– even quite affectionately at times. Katsuya went to school, he had friends; he was finally experiencing the world in a way she never thought possible. Nothing like the closed off, frightened boy she had known his whole life.
But, had he just been passed from one controlling force to another? Did she fail to see her son was struggling again?
Katsuya returned from the kitchen. His bubbly presence cut off Reigen's flustered ramblings, attention drawn solely to him. In his hands, Katsuya carried two steaming mugs of tea; behind him, a third cup bobbed lazily in the air, suspended in a shimmering cloud of magenta and black. She tried not to stare at the obvious and carefree display of psychic powers– but after so many years of it being just a depressing background hum in her home, it was still surprising to see it expressed so openly.
He handed them each a mug, sitting next to Reigen and letting his own settle gracefully into his cupped hands.
"Watch out, it's still hot," he murmured, earning an unimpressed pout from Reigen. Katsuya giggled into his tea and she nearly choked on her own– it had to have been years since she heard him sound so happy.
"So, what were you guys talking about?" Katsuya asked innocently. Reigen winced, turning away and rubbing the back of his neck.
"Just- ah… how we met." He confessed sullenly. In the tense silence, Reigen sipped his tea at an obnoxious volume. He set it down seconds later with a yelp.
Katsuya pursed his lips, carefully avoiding eye contact with his mother.
"Oh."
She cut in with a stern tone, "Katsuya," worry settled just under her words, "I thought you were done with that whole organisation. Are you…" She cleared her throat, but her voice still came out as nothing more than a whisper, "Do you need help, sweetheart?"
Her son looked absolutely stricken.
"Wh- Mama, what do you mean? Of course I'm not part of Claw anymore. I told you, they disbanded," his hands hugged his cup tighter as they started trembling, "A-and… um, I like where I am now."
His free hand wrapped around Reigen's arm, wrinkling the cheap fabric. A blotchy red blush spread across Reigen's entire face– just the sight of it gave her second hand embarrassment. Then her son's words caught up with her.
This is the man her son chose? This annoying, two-faced, car-salesman-esque man? A man who had power over him as his boss– and wasn't that just like his old 'employer'? Wasn't Suzuki just another person with too much control over her Katsuya– her poor son who would flock to anyone who could point him in the direction of normalcy–
Beeping filled the air; her cakes were done in the oven.
She set her mug down harshly. Tea splashed over the edges, staining her nearly spotless coffee table.
Ms. Serizawa stomped into her kitchen, breathing angrily through the tightness in her chest. Her heart spasmed with each intake, sending her head spinning. She propped herself up against the counter.
She balled her fists at her sides; her shoulders hunched as she squeezed her eyes shut. The tightness in her chest spread to her throat.
She failed again. Katsuya was going to be taken away from her again and it would be her fault for not noticing again. What was wrong with her? How could she be such a horrible mother? Was she just that negligent that he felt like he couldn't come to her for help? Was she not reaching out enough? It had to be her– there had to be a reason that her Katsuya kept falling into the hands of so many controlling men– it was a clear pattern and all signs pointed to her failure as a parent.
Soft footsteps shuffled up to her. He held his breath in anticipation, but didn't try to start the conversation.
"Why?" She mumbled, voice strangled. Katsuya sighed, shuffling closer to her side. Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted him lift his arm– as if he was going to snake it around her shoulders– and then let it drop as he averted his eyes.
"Is it me?" She asked, again with no explanation, "Am I a bad mother, Katsuya?"
He startled, looking up from his feet to stare at her in disbelief.
"What? Why would you say that, of course you're- what makes you think that?" He stumbled over his words but she could see the genuine worry on his face. She could have laughed at how relieved that made her. Katsuya believed in everyone in his life, despite the ways he had been burned by that same trust. Whether anyone actually deserved that earnest support, though, was something she often doubted.
The green number on the digital display of her oven flashed '0:00' over and over. Every few seconds, it let out a piercing shriek, reminding her that her cakes would be ruined soon if she didn't do something about it. She didn't move turn the oven off.
"I let all of this happen to you and now look!" He tensed, "You're being taken advantage of again-"
"I am not being taken advantage of." The low rumble of his voice made her finally look up at him. Her son's face was set into a disillusioned scowl; eyebrows set low and mouth puckered into a frown.
Some part of her– buried deep down since her son left for Claw– wanted to hide from that angry face. Anger meant powers and powers always meant bad things in her home.
She could never be afraid of her lovely Katsuya, but psychic powers? Her stomach roiled for the first time in a while.
Slowly, his face smoothed back into worry. A wry smile pulled at his lips.
"I'm not as naive as you think I am," he chuckled without any humour, gaze fixed on his hands as he picked at his thumbnail, "Is that what you're worried about?"
She couldn't bring herself answer him. Shame flooded her stomach.
"Reigen is nothing like Suzuki," he continued resolutely. Fondness creased his eyes, "He's helped me become someone I can be proud of. I'm grateful for all of the opportunities he's given me, but…"
Katsuya looked up at her, face sharp with determination.
"But, I'm also helping myself. Reigen is different because– well, because he makes me feel different," she wanted to argue with him, but he steamrolled over her in a way she never would have expected, "I have my own life– I set boundaries and have friends outside of the office. Suzuki…" Katsuya blinked rapidly, face darkening again, "He didn't want me going to school or-or seeing you like I do now. He didn't want me to know anything except what he told me."
"I like when Reigen's proud of me," he admitted, hand finding a perch on his neck as he smiled abashedly, "But I don't need his approval like I needed Suzuki's. I don't need him to make me feel… uhm– feel like I'm worth something."
He stared down at her, eyes glittering with untapped emotion. Hope danced between the gentle tilt of his eyebrows and pooled in the upturned corners of his mouth. All she could do was nod her head in acknowledgement.
He spoke softer now, pressing a light hand on her back, "I can take care of myself now. You don't have to worry so much about me, Mama."
"Yes I do!" She choked out, tears springing to her eyes. He wrapped his arms around her, rubbing her back consolingly.
"Trust me? Please?" He asked, meeker than his grandiose speech, but just as earnest. She shook her head.
"I don't know how to do that…" She admitted into his shoulder, speaking so softly she couldn't be sure he heard her. She didn't know if she wanted him to.
He pulled away and her heart twisted.
"Why not start now?" Another voice joined from the doorway. Reigen waved at her ruefully. Quickly, she dried her damp cheeks on a tea towel.
Katsuya huffed out a content laugh, shaking his head at Reigen's incredibly well-timed (and definitely calculated) entrance. She joined in, a little hysterically, after a while. She shook with the weight of her tumultuous emotions, anchoring herself with a hand on Katsuya's shoulder.
The oven timer beeped again and she jumped out of her skin.
"My cakes!" She shouted, horror wiping away all traces of the sorrow that had made its home in the creases of her face.
Armed with a pair of oven mitts and two men trying to mask their mirth with sympathy, she fished out the mini cakes she spent all afternoon baking.
They were blackened with char.
She ran a hand through her hair, tossing them out swiftly before her guest could get a good look at them. Katsuya rubbed her shoulder, still chucking a little under his breath.
"It's okay, Mama, don't worry about it." He smiled reassuringly.
"Thank you, honey, it's just… I don't have anything else to give you two other than tea."
"Oh!" Reigen dashed out of the room, rustling around the front hall. He came back with a sheepish smile on his face, brandishing a plate of cookies to her.
"They're not perfect, but I wanted to make something for you– and y'know, Teru really needed help with this baking assignment so I thought, why not, right? You don't have to take them, obviously, I made them at like midnight yesterday– and they probably have all kinds of grubby kid germs since Teru couldn't stop tasting the frosting no matter how many times I–"
"God, does this one ever shut up? Give those here." She swiped at her eyes subtly, taking the plate from a dumbstruck Reigen.
Katsuya laughed the hardest she had ever heard him.
#not 100% sure with this one but i think its heartfelt and yknow thats all that matter to me#also not sure if serizawa's mother is consistent but i think she is?? i tried idk#but i do really like the discussion of reigen vs toichiro bc i think the way they seem similar from an outsider's perspective-#-is so interesting#also obligatory serirei lol they're in love always in everything i make <333#bit of dadgen sprinkled in there too bc i think its both v funny and v sweet how hes adopted these kids who have families already lol#except for teru </3 rip#mp100#mob psycho 100#reigen arataka#serizawa katsuya#my fic#idk how to tag serizawa's mom but shes there too#toichiro suzuki#mentioned ig#im not feeling too well tonight but i liked making this and i think i feel a little better now :)#tw abuse#they talk about toichiro a lot so watch out for that#this is NOT shipping toichiro and serizawa tho i want to make that clear. they were not in a relationship in this fic#gn yall <3
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can i be honest. the way you guys reacted to traveler being mad at lyney and lynette for not telling them they were fatui is kinda silly
#like first yes we ARE friends with actual fatui harbingers. or ex fatui harbingers#but. they LITERALLY tried to kill us?? and caused problems in our life on purpose and that we had to solve??? like. we're only friends NOW#they are BOTH BOSS FIGHTS#WE WERE ENEMIES#and especially with childe there was some real broken trust in there back in liyue#like how. how can you be surprised that the traveler might have some qualms about associating w fatui again#no matter how nice they seem#YOU know lyney and lynette arent evil. because ur the audience and you have all the information + an outsiders perspective#the traveler is a character. they dont know what lyney and lynette are really like. they were quick to trust and defend them but#theres a limit yknow?#traveler switched up the attitude out of nowhere but thats just because genshin writing sucks i thought that had already been established#AND BESIDES#DID YOU EVEN DO LYNEYS STORY QUEST#LIKE#THAT TAKES PLACE AFTER THE ARCHON QUEST. NO?#AND THE TRAVELER WAS LITERALLY SUPER OKAY WITH BOTH TWINS#LIKE THEY DID NOT HOLD A GRUDGE WHAT ARE YOU GUYS EVEN TALKING ABOUT DID I MISS SOMETHING#HELLO ????#anyway. yeah#complaining tag
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To me, Bruce is a character who doesn't know everything and how everyone works, but he says things so confidently, and is known as a detective, so people just assume he's right and stating facts
#hes batman! of course he's looked into this objectively and isn't letting his own bias or feelings get in the way! thats his whole thing!#(he was in fact letting his own feelings and bias get in the way)#i also dont think him fully aware of this#batman is also to me a character that doesn't fully realize theres consequences to his actions or words outside of hero stuff#batman. in his grief if jason. spun a narrative to himself where jason was reckless and angry and it was all he was and it was inevitable#and never corrected tim who unabashedly thought this amd didn't like jason. and alfred always agrees with him#and well. it spread as fact about jason#and everyone else didn't know him well enough to really argue against it. they've only known him for a handful of hours total after all.#batman was his father. batman knew him. of course batman is right about him#the only person (in my memory) that doesn't go the whole “Jason was ALWAYS angry and reckless and violent and thats what he was” ?#eddie. Jason's old pen pal#anyway !#thats a glimpse in how i view bruce as someone whos read near exclusively comics about jason#im aware. that view of jason is very much from the writers sorta trying to retcon him worse/remember him that way. so batman IS tech right#but yknow me. i tend to take characters original run and appearance (80s jaybin) far more seriously than any after#(jaybin flashbacks written after his death)#and this is just how it reads from an in universe perspective
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this shit got me GIGGLING
AO4
Archive Of Our OOwn
#★ snail.rambles ★#lowkey wish something like this could happen to me#like i wanna be able to read my fics without knowing they’re my fics yknow?#just so i can get an outside perspective on how it really reads
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jae’s zach sang interview is…. a lot
#alison speaks?#jae#eaj#i have to say i feel for him on the erasure part#like as much as he’s done and said problematic stuff it is…. sad that with kpop there come a lot of erasure#and i don’t mean in redoing tracks with the new arrangement and such#but rather this sense of… yknow how kpop idols never talk about the members that left? that type of vibe#and while i know a lot of people look at FOUREVER as a title and point fingers at them erasing jae#and maybe that is on the company’s part or whatever#i do think it might be a bit more of a projection towards being four going forward#but whatever#anyways#i do wish him well#like i know people see him however#but this interview was a bit shifting in perspective#like for any member that leaves for non criminal things#i do wish them well in their future outside of the group
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I know next to nothing about FNAF but I feel like the movie has the chance to be a modern Camp classic
#fnaf movie#i dunno what the fandoms perspective is on it but to my outsider eyes it sure looks like itll be a movie#like a real film yknow#campy movies#five nights at freddy's#five nights at Freddy's movie#i just watched the second trailer and its lookin a bit rough#the animatronics...sure look.
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I wish I could put you all in my head for like 5 minutes so you can absorb all of my thoughts and feelings on iovita's gender and then I could pull you back out and we could both nod and shake hands
#⌜❝ 𝚃𝙱𝙳. so long. good luck. goodbye. ❞ ⌟#I am only saying this because I have the WORST time articulating it and I LIKE to talk about it#but it's a (mostly) direct reflection of my own and my feelings on that involve a lot of wordless noises and vague gesturing#and informing you that certain things make me feel like a deep dark disgusting pit has opened in my chest blah blah blah#if you stay in there just a little longer I could show you the animations I make up in my head to certain songs?#and then we could nod and shake hands again etc etc#idk I just!#io................#io is.#that's it ig#they sway towards feminine descriptors for themself a lot because it's an 'opposite' to an outside perspective#[which is an opposite of how I do it. I like to pick masculine descriptors for myself for the same reason]#feminine descriptors and a masculine clothing style and full makeup makes the brain go brrr#and it's their default u know#but io will absolutely play it more feminine clothing/style wise sometimes in a way that still shows /something/ masculine about themself#the way they sit/stand/act/reveal#io plays with gender like it's sculpting clay#but they genuinely just#don't want to be anything#yknow?#me and io shaking hands about desiring just Not Existing. Actually. but still existing#not perception no body just The Person#RAHHHHH this is why I need to be able to put u all in my brain rq#anyway. had a gender crisis myself this evening. how are we doin#do i tag this#what do i tag this#ask to tag#?#i also think that io's relationship with gender is very human and also very inhuman together#because they at their core aren't really human. but the humanity of it. is important.
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watching the era of the tentpole blockbuster oversaturation studio franchise cinema landscape crumble before my eyes . :-)
#watching repeatedly as big budget movies flop over and over with only a few successes while indie movies keep getting buzz.. :)#a trend which probably will not be ending any time soon given that big studios cant use actors for promo anymore and#if they dont get their shit together on contracts will soon not have any movies left to release w union actors in them.#meanwhile thats just like. not an issue with indie movies that meet the union demands so they get to like#capitalize on this moment where theyre trending upward by working with union actors and writers. while big studios refuse to.#anyway big studios struggling... teehee.#avpost#tbh my fave era of hollywood is definitely the like. new hollywood. post-code post-trustbusting post-television era.#after the studio era declined yknow. and i think it would be nice if we could get that energy back...#i think its possible there's a lot of parallels. to right now and the decline of the studio system#except maybe this time we will do new hollywood with a more diverse crowd so itll be less centered on white men idk.#either way thank fucking god i will not be drowning in 800 bland big event movies per year anymore.#idk sorry if i sound naive or dumb but the strike having so much public support + the failure of all these blockbusters this year#is making me a lot more optimistic that the 20s might be a really good decade for movies . as long as the striking workers get a good deal#but im not like an expert im just a person who likes movies. so its an outsiders perspective and all that
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Not a vent jus an emotional observation, but it kinda sucks when you slowly realize you can’t be the friend someone needs you to be
#random post#also goes for other relationships but I digress#idk it’s kinda like taking away a fundamental part your life cus u just aren’t what they NEED#this really isn’t a vent btw it’s just smth I’ve been thinking about and I think I’ve accepted it#a part of me REALLY wants to talk about it with someone to like. have an outside perspective on my thoughts lol but I don’t wanna fuckin#idk the word. bother? worry? someone else? I also don’t wanna be misunderstood as like. malicious or mad or anything lol#cus I’m prone to being misunderstood ✌️😔#that’s more or less a fact funnily enough there been more than a few times where I’ve just been like ‘NO WAIT. THATS NIT WHAT I MEANT’#I honestly can’t tell what gets misinterpreted sometimes but I digress. anyways#good news is. we don’t really talk. anymore lol so it’s not like im suddenly outcast or anything#sounds sappy but I already mourned the loss of this friendship a long time ago. DAMN that sounds dark but. yknow#it’s kinda nice sharing these thoughts <3 ive been feelin like this for MONTHS and I’m done feeling sad or getting myself sick over these#feelings >:)#in other news the duct tape on my phone (the tape holding my case together) has been peeling back so NOW my hands are sticky </3 rip
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"i want to have a defining style that can tell myself apart from others" and its partner struggle "if i encapsulate myself in a style i'll only be able to do one particular type of work"
#this post is about TOMOYA MASHIRO and HAJIME SHINO#there's some degree of projecting here but both r positions ive been seeing around and.#fiction often helps you get an outsider's perspective yknow#mar's midnight rambles
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Remembering little bits and pieces from like 7 years ago is so crazy because some of that trauma feels so unserious. But it's still y'know trauma. "Remember when The Ex™ made you think [insert the most unserious media source] was real life and the world was gonna end" like damn that's wild, guess I'm gonna go to bed so I can do my homework and be a normal adult tomorrow
#like i do not remember a lot of it but goddamn some of that shit was just very silly from an outside perspective#but also like Really Bad in context#like damn girl terezi was Not in the woods lol#I think i listened to a lot of mother mother in that era and yknow that makes a lot of sense
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