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czolgosz · 1 year ago

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[ID: three tumblr posts. the first post, by knightsickness, reads, "my first word was dada. yes like the art movement i was a precocious child"; the second post, by frogdrops, reads, "if you like a piece of media that is good eventually youll more or less run out of things to say about how good it is but if you like a piece of media that is objectively pretty mediocre but also somehow deeply compelling thats how the demons get you"; the third post, by just-late-roman-republic-things, reads, "I'm not a "fan" of this historical figure he just entered my head and wouldn't leave" /end ID]

☛ the main things i post about are leon f czolgosz (my special interest of three years❤️) & fiction involving him; various other history; various other fiction; music; & me.

☛ i'm always happy to answer questions about my interests although i may take a while 😊 if you care: comments or mentions will get you a quicker response, and asks or messages will get you a more detailed one

☛ i typically use the queue for visual art reblogs

☛ i eventually delete most of my original posts

☛ previously known as victortalkingmachine, robertdelaunay, camillecorot, williamharvey, marcell-toing....

☛ tag me on fun posts about art history🖼️ and bugs🪲 and whatever else

☛ btw there are two things i need tagged: (hypodermic) needles & unsanitary. you can append cw / tw / whatever to them. thanks

tag directory:

general

exhibition hall (reblogged art) — fascinating creatures (original art) — music — ocs (original characters)

nonfiction

art history — arthropods — assassinations — english civil war — fashion history — history of medicine — john schrank — leon czolgosz — obscene publications (pornography history) — pinnipeds — richard cromwell — richard lawrence — vincenzo peruggia — william harvey — ww1

fiction

pre-19th century

gulliver’s travels — hamlet — love’s last shift — romeo & juliet

19th century

20000 leagues under the seas — a christmas carol — acyikac (a connecticut yankee in king arthur's court) — dracula — frankenstein — jekyll & hyde (strange case of dr jekyll and mr hyde) — journey to the center of the earth — our american cousin — the blood of the vampire — the cherry orchard — the happy hypocrite — the invisible man — the masque of the red death — the mysterious island — the raven — tpodg (the picture of dorian gray) — the war of the worlds — vanity fair — vivian grey — wuthering heights

20th century

a maid in arcady — assassins musical (assassins) — chicago — claudine (by colette) — ihnmaims (i have no mouth, and i must scream) — possibly in michigan — purlie victorious — reanimator — sedmikrásky (daisies) — the bradys and the anarchist queen — the great gatsby — the metamorphosis — the most dangerous game — the tell-tale heart — the vane sisters — the waste land — twice upon a time — valerie and her week of wonders — with claw and fang — zuleika dobson

21st century

ace attorney — a gilded lady — a moment in the sun — among us — assassin of shadows — bbc ghosts — death of riley — fallen london — minecraft — mistborn — mouthwashing — ratatoing — return of the obra dinn — rtvs (radio tv solutions) — saki sanobashi (go for a punch) — the anarchist (by john smolens) — the anarchist 3 (the anarchist; by joanna higgins) — the anarchist: a novel (by daniel coleman) — the fifth assassin — the temple of music — tippertown chronicles

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johnlocked1827384 · 1 year ago

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I kept a list of wierd stuff I heard/saw in highschool here's some of my favourite parts

"We're going to play a fun game where we spread sti's" -the safeguarding teacher

"Season your boring undercooked child"

Have you ever been hit on the ass with a whip? It really hurts!" -my form tutor

"We have sacrificed soooo many people"

"Do you support the nhs?" "I support satan"

"I don't think squirrel's carry guns"

"Are you a Taurus?" "I don't get involved in politics"

"Why won't you take me seriously I ate your child"

"Don't die yet, we still have plans for you"

*Kid reads a Christmas carol fanfiction out load* (it was Scrooge x reader)

"Therapy is like vegetables you might need it but you don't have to like it"

"Charlie you ate half of our flippin DNA"

*Loudly on the bus* "How do I know I'm not just running around naked at 3am"

Person a: "are you high right now?" Person b: "it's Tuesday I'm wasted" (it's Wednesday)

"Stop defying gravity!"

"Remember when my parents replaced my baby pictures with a rock collection"

*Teachers muttering in unison* "pustules, pustules, pustels"

*Chaotic classroom with people screaming and someone shouting "down the stairs down the stairs" two teachers stood proudly in front with their backs to the chaos* Teacher A: "we're great teachers" Teacher B: "crisis averted"

Kid stole a condom out of the contraceptive kit (the condom had a whole in it)

*After rs test* "As the answer I put my parents had sex in a monastery"

*Chanting from downstairs* "Death is here death is here run run"

Person a: "Did you just lick my ear?" Peraon b: "Much homo"

*Screaming from classroom* "You'll never take me alive"

"You don't look like you had a stable childhood"

"Is lslam is a country!"

"Can i borrow your phone to call my dad?" "We know your dads dead thats a terrible excuse to steal my phone"

"what's your method of contraception? I only have sex at night when the sperms are asleep"

"if I smoke too much weed will my lungs turn green"

"We tried a 12 year old a 15 year old and an 18 year old and only the 15 year old was pallitable the 18 year old tasted like ash"

"Sir why were you not dressed up for Halloween " "Because I have,whats that thing called? A life"

"You could be drinking my bathwater right now"

#high school #public school #out of context quotes

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dream-this-nightmare-over · 1 year ago

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Kit Harington imagine part 2

If you like this, or if you dont, check out my other stories on wattpad (you might find something you like)!!!

Rest of my imagines/one shots you can find in my wattpad book Imagines that is being filled continuously by new stories.

Enjoy!

Friend from seven seas away and seven summers ago visited to return my pin and remind me why our love will never die

He came one day in january or was it december

I dont know. I dont count my mistakes anymore

He came with cold bite northern clutch

He came to wish me merry christmas

But we both knew he was carrying velvet box that became part of his every pocket

He still looks for me in crowds and next to him when lonliness hits, he upturned entire garden and smashed all mirrors in home that is more sanctuary than paradise, but still he hasnt found origin nor end of his anger carved in plaster of fustration peeling layers funny how once it finds soil you can never get to the bottom of it despite being the host. You feed your insanity because it keeps you from losing it all together, madness is not product; its perpetuer that gave name to reaction of defying to succumb to ilogic in matrix, bear the name of enemy trick to outcast the unwanted in system more easily. Am i being too harsh? Who would love me with mindset that sees fire under snow, enemies in parents, friends in taken, home in forest, liberation in thunder, imagination as only religion that can deliver, rhymes as confessions of unspoken sacred poem why you cant see vials are not only way to bleed the person and leave a heart dry cooled off skeletonial construction a churred hull nothing can grow from no one to call it a home. I am exiled from my own heart. ( i listened to others too much and wrote not enough lock picks to get me out of prison my mind fortified around who i am. who are we? Slimy grey liquer they pick apart under microscope or etheral reflection of stars? I have to be more than this materalisation of doomed for failure)

He had big fireplace. We used to sit there on thick plush carpet pondering over meaning of it all. Him drinking, me watching his throat move with every gulp, high on sadness. Mind you, i didnt know david yet, nor his metaphorical perfection eclipsed my every romance thought. Kit was everything i wasnt, yet my stream of conscious always met his; i watched him with adoration that comes when you are exposed to art for the first time. I went to museums before, but I was never allowed this close. Sometimes we would be joined by other fallen fellows. And we would drink for all the lovers who will never return affection for pain of loving them in silence. No one ever cared for my heart enough to show me love can be burden divided. Meeting them, showed me happy endings live on screen and in pages that dont spill in reality that is same losing sanity game for most people. Only reason there wasnt shortage of bandages, was because we were all liars, inheriteted strategies, hiding the wound smilling while bleeding, sooner die than let someoe see. But he saw me.

My best friend alex was dead for some time when my first friend came to our northern town. It was seventeenth day of christmas, harbour cafe bars were adorned in fairy lights, carols were mixing with generic mandatory christmas pop songs down the street, cinamon and clover drifting from patiseries on corners, ships and gullys christms trees wraped at bottom with blanket of frozen sea that will keep them stuck here in this fairytale wilderness till spring awakens with yawn that will run cracks along sleeping hardened earth and everybody will throw away their coats elsewhere in the world but not here, here cold lives with us, in cracks on pavement and drinks served with mittens.

He wonders if thats all thats left of me, if i took it little to literelly, to settle in place and make it home, lose yourself so they like you or go where they are like you.

I never told him about alex. He heard i moved on replaced our love with new friends, and i still dont know if i broke his heart when he told me to move on and i didnt fight for him to stay, he told me to be happy to find another crowd and i let him go like he didnt teach me meaning of patient love.

He was wrong. I didnt become cold. It claimed me before we parted ways. But my past is now under frozen slates of harbour and i would do everything so spring never comes; my past is burried in grave in forest that still sings hymes to my crimes; my past is more me than i am me today. I am ruthless wind he leaves windows open when blowing, because he likes the sound of things shattering, it muffles the wails of his heart that lies in pieces; i am words my father is horrified to hear and in his ignorance that he graces me with calls them bullshit, while i pour my heart out of every truth because lies have pulled the rope too tight around my throat around my mind around my heart i am running in circles so i write write write get it all out hoping one day words will get me out of my head and into sunlight that wont hurt; i am my enemy and i hate both of them.

He was in jacket and his curls were wild and untamed. We met in the middle of the street, greeting with usual teasing like no time has passed at all. Even then i knew time didnt steer him right into my path by pure coincadance. I was mad, you see. My mind tortured by reality it didnt recognize as authority over its wandering nature that seized every moment to escape in carefully created daydream retreat that had its foundations planted on drive home from party where boy with curls another kid that didnt believe anymore in happy endings, got so wasted that he never again remembered how he changed my life with just one conversation.

He had his demons. And i was getting familiar with knowledge they come in various shapes, and that no one escapes their acquantace; he tried to drown them. I never fully understood depth of misery that can carve a home in every surface underneath skin, settle there and dig further into essence of your being, with every hit more desperate to get to the heart where child hides, until alex died and i was left with his and mine demons and they were one and the same; where kit was my tragic counterpart whose sadness and anger matched mine if not in level of poisoning yet, in lonliness we exiled ourselves when we realised we are becoming poison ourselves; alex was romantic notion life can get better if you surround yourself with people who are in sync with your heart, who know not to leave you alone when you withdraw.

Kit knew when i needed silence; but alex knew i needed life too.

He said i left my pin at his place all those years ago and that he thought i should have it back. Or he just needed excuse to see me. He could've gone further north and see polar lights if he needed to feel me.

"i am not going up there again. Besides, you arent spirit yet."

Yet, i bet i haunt his dreams neverthless.

I turn my attention to golden pin i started turning over in my hand, inspecting siides like its not memento i used to keep on a bedside cupboard for years, just so I don't have to meet his teddy bear gaze. I cant afford to go back there. Cheap prop replica from some book series popular while i was still in school. More than a fandom triffle.

Relic of hope.

He carries shadow in his pockets, i have then too many to tell when one leaves me. Is love I stomped out under northern lights, somewhere out there or still in us?

He closed my fingers over it with his and held them there then pulled me in bearhug. He still smells like home.

We walked around town, christmas market and tivoli lights, shoulders brushing, pin heavy in pocket of my coat, Christmas carols and cinnamon in air, I don't remember he ever came to visit me back in day when I was just designated driver and he was the cool kid who befriended me.

II.

"Can i stay with you?" I whisper.

"Always" cookies are brittle i can hear him chewing on bite. Box between us is almost empty. I can see blades of grass underneath plastic bottom.

"I-" I have no where else to go.

"I know."

Ofc he does.

Past remembers its scars.

Your pain recognizes mine

"I left all my words with you"

"I came to remind you that words arent expendable goods."

Now he is talking funny. Like we arent living in the same world. "Words arent goods. No one wants to trade with them anymore."

"You call yourself ruthless. Be imposer, make them obey new rules."

"Its too late for revolutions"

"Its never too late for new ideas"

"I dont want to wait till I am one step from grave to make my name; i want to enjoy my fame. I want to enjoy life, is that too much human asks for on only planet it can survive?"

"Maybe there is reason why no other bio system wants us"

"Do you think they are so inhospitable because we lived on all those places already and ruined them like we are doing to earth, but cant remember for some reason?"

He turns all the way on his side to look at me. We are laying in patch of meadow left behind alex's old house now empty but for couple of bird nests under roof and broken windows, shards of remaining glass like jaws standing on guard clinging on frame warning signs little too late.

yesterday there were six teeth in downstair frame now there are four, three on porch where there were five two nights ago, none left in doors. I count every change knowing damn well nothing will change. But birds built a nest, badger was on windowsill couple of days ago, and branches started to enter thtough upstairs bedroom window that used to be his sister's.

Will his family ever call again? Will they ever know it ruined me to lose him? Will i ever grow bigger than my pain, or kit's tangable grief for my tragedies i make myself go through just to feel something, for who i used to be and who i have become, grief i feel is treathning to spill but he keeps it to himself for my sake, because there is box in his pocket that i cursed, coffin will rot, diamonds are forever, i should have known before i created his burden; will his grief be echo i will never outrun, only partner in crime, whisper mocking my shadow even in darkest places, forever would take to dismantle the pity behind the mask and they would still bring it up in eulogy to kill me one last time; Is grief only kind of tree that will ever surrand me in any forest i run to; i want to pin him to ground catch him off guard hit him until i beat that pity out of his warm brownies and melted choclated chip eyes that were never supposed to be found by prophectic lies my demons spread around, they were never supposed to locate that corner of my mind, my sadness was never supposed to grow bigger than his, he was the one who was supposed to save me when tide got too rough pull me out bring me back with his breath in my lungs, not show up from nowhere one ordinary winter afternoon after no call for years, ghost of christmas except this is the season i love the most, and he came to take away my fairy lights too early, he showed up like some king of north in black tight jeans and black jacket and black curls glistening on icy sun that puts jewels in his eyes, to tell me he is cutting the tie, all wrapped in his sad puppy smirk a charm i ripped away ftom my bracelet and now he is paying me back for thinking i can just kill part of myself without holding a funeral and writing an eulogy worth a dime or two or seven, no one will understsnd i want to tell him no one was there but he thrusts my pin in my hand and choice of words takes me back when he made love to me in one of alternative endings i created by sheer power of will to banish his pieces scatter our sin so he can never again haunt me in all his glory, dreams devoid of his warmth, imposed detachment, and did i save my sanity? I found new faces to finish me, argubly they took up where he leff off, for he loved me too much to ruin me when there was still enough hope i could become something more; all the names that took his place at table, gave me fairytales and adventures he never belived in, respite i needed, my indulgment was my ruination for i lost the grip on anything real, to run away from sorrowful conversations, to dance at parties and be crowned as kings and queens of town of my dreams, but he put himself back together to remind me everything needs to be immortalised in reality if i wish to stay hidden in my mind.

"Your mind is gold pot. Exploit the depths and wonders of your mine. "

"i am trying. Is that why you came? To guilt trip me?"

Of course he lays claim on my royalties. He created me, my madness, this frantic writing that never meets ending, all the ideas and pieces of conversations burried in piles of notes that mount to nothing because my mind is wounded animal running from society on too many places in same time, standing in front of his doors walking away letting myself in after he leaves i lay on carpet he changed nothing room is cold memories are charred coal in fireplace i just want his skin on mine as close as it gets i dont want to be myself make me forget i am real.

"I dont know where you are going with this" crow flew over us, it didn't even screech and I wondered what we look like to her; two bodies sprawled in grass, admiring sky, two skeletons with beating heart and tummies full of cookies and gummy bears, two humans: too big of a bite or not worth the bother?

"You got rusted"

He never misses the beat. "You havent used me in a while"

"There were others"

"You need to stop. This convo has run its course"

"I cant. i promised myself i will finish this tonight"

"Who am i if i dont write?"

He echoes my thoughts then settles with arm under his head staring back at stars above that dont care if we make it or die in sleepy towns working dead end jobs just to get money that will never be enough to pay for a new life somewhere far away where dreams lead the way.

Sky got painted over and stars vanished from outline.

"I am scared kit."

"We all are, kid"

"You wanted to shag me. I am not kid"

"I wanted to marry you too"

"They are all kids, those boys i imagine to help myself fall asleep. They never know me"

"Do you know yourself?"

"Does anyone?"

"Pondering over existential questions is surely not going to clear the picture"

I lost my best friend, kit! I want to scream in his stupid smug face. I want to know why! Not everyrhing is about you having superiror insight to backstage of all the revelations just so you can call quits on all your emotions you dont want to face and call them all bs because you are just as immuture as me and you wish happy endings exist but you prefer to live in pain because you are afraid of change and everyone is loser to you if they care because you kit, you are afraid to love and let yourself feel smth unless you know you can win!

Hello, i am your mirror. Glad we got here finally.

Car ride candies left on seat liquor in veins neon road you kissed me dont you remember we caught a taste of happy ending for passing second devoured by time, am I selfish for calling you out or you are for coming back around just when I thought I was getting better?

"I am scared there will come a day when you wont come right away"

"Past never forgets"

"But humans do"

"I am not real, y/n"

"I am talking about myself"

"Your dreams are entangled with thought of me; i have showed you how it can be, you cant forget what makes your soul alive"

I play with pin in my hand, caress the outlines, ridges and edges, my fingers remember the pattern the hope the comfort

But i dont feel the spark

World is as it is

Empty without my friend

"Here you can have it", i hold the golden thing in air between us. I see top of trees through tarnished circlet, i see myself flying away carried by the winds that tell me of my friend's last words, i see releasing those in my head, i see saving everyone left, i see peace clearer than ever.

"It kept me safe, now is your turn"

Save me i think the world is slipping from underneath me

Why does everything new feels like end of world, tell me i can bring myself with me wherever i go tell me i dont have to leave myself behind tell me its one thing that never changes tell me i can carry myself along until i become the most free version of myself tell me my life is not over yet tell me i am not dead just because things change tell me its just a start tell me i will get out eventually tell me you will be there on both sides.

He takes my head between his palms like he always did, and places a kiss on my forehead, and as i am falling into him for the last time, i find it funny how body remembers what heart had to kill to stop thinking about, shooting all the stars from the sky to put what it wants the most on the furthest shelf away from itself, my beautiful love will my heart when it hears yours finally know answer to why when the path is right, it gets twisted and complicated why then monsters wake up and forest gets dark?

He holds me and we stay that way while world is crying out its last but we know too much by now to help and prolong its death; let it go to sleep, let us be at peace, with new dawn maybe some better world will be born. (in which i will be more than dissapointment)

He knows i cant hurt him, he knew it will take me this long to write it all down, he knows he can come back anytime, he knows my mind is too far gone for anyone to find me....so he lets me go at last.

When the first drop of rain hits his lips, he says "amen (go in peace)."

#imagines #one shot #imagine #one shots #celeb imagines #writing #wattpad #fanfiction #fanfic #fanfictions for life #fanfic writers are writers #kit harington #kit harington imagine #alex hogh andersen #i am really proud of this one #love how this turned out #rare #mockingjay pin

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purplecraze · 2 years ago

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Beauty and the Beast AU 33

orange-plane-boy — 11/03/2021 1:33 AM

"Mh...Tomorrow its chirstmas eve thinking about..." he murmred chainging topic

purplecraze — 11/03/2021 1:36 AM

"oh- yeah, it is..... uhm, what should we do? is there any thing you used to do with Mela to celebrate?"

orange-plane-boy — 11/03/2021 1:39 AM

"Before losing our home, if we had some money she used to bake, and if we were lucky we even had meat for dinner" he smiled "At midnight i would open my presents, most of the times it was just winter clothes hidden as a presents, but time to time i would get some toys too; chirstmas was a bit more boring, she mostly would take me to the mass" he laughed "....when we lost our house, we would go eat at the canteen, they give free food on chirstman, they even had little fruit cakes"

purplecraze — 11/10/2021 4:39 PM

"Opening presents at midnight and going to a mass will be pretty difficult.... I mean, you can--....." Fugo thought the rest of that sentence over. "....no.. you can't, I want to be there when you open them." it seems that after last discussion he was just a bit more comfortable with acting selfish.

"uhm... we could make a cake together, aside from the cookies. a fruitcake...

and we could play Christmas carols together, on the harmonica and piano?"

orange-plane-boy — 11/10/2021 4:44 PM

"Its ok, mom was religous, me not so much" he giggled

"We can open presents the chirstmas morning! And playing together sounds fun too!"

purplecraze — 11/10/2021 9:55 PM

Fugo nodded. "Anything else you'd want to do?"

orange-plane-boy — 11/10/2021 9:56 PM

"Mhh..dunno, we dont have a lot of hours before it gets dark" he sighed

"Unless we split things between the eve and chirstmas"

purplecraze — 11/10/2021 9:58 PM

"well, there's no adults around to tell us no. we could also celebrate all days between the 25th and the 6th."

orange-plane-boy — 11/10/2021 9:58 PM

"Ohh true!" He giggled

"A chirstmas week! That sounds so cool!"

purplecraze — 11/10/2021 10:16 PM

The younger chuckled a bit. "Not too sure if I can keep you entertained for so long..."

orange-plane-boy — 11/10/2021 10:20 PM

"Pff its ok" he smiled

Breakfast done he colleceted to plates and left them in the sink

"We can chill too, i like chill with you"

purplecraze — 11/10/2021 10:21 PM

"chill? how?"

orange-plane-boy — 11/10/2021 10:22 PM

"Dunno umh...you could read for me? You have a lot of books but they are too hard for me!"

purplecraze — 11/10/2021 10:27 PM

"oh..." Fugo mused about the possibility, seeming to like the idea a lot.

"uhm... sure~.. what kind of books would you like?"

orange-plane-boy — 11/10/2021 10:28 PM

"Uh- i dont know- i-i didnt really read a lot" he giggled awakrdly looking away

purplecraze — 11/10/2021 10:31 PM

"then uh.... any kind of stories you like?"

orange-plane-boy — 11/10/2021 10:32 PM

"Umh...fairytales maybe..? I-i mean thats what people mean with stories right?" He blushed a bit

purplecraze — 11/10/2021 10:43 PM

he nodded. "Mela used to tell them to you too, right? there should be a few fairytale books around"

orange-plane-boy — 11/10/2021 10:44 PM

"Yes!" He chirped happily

It felt a bit sad that mela raised fugo more than his actuall mother

purplecraze — 11/10/2021 10:46 PM

"then, I'll look up on some. and I could read you a few christmas themed stories this week."

because mela was just that nice, or mrs fugo was such a bad mother, you pick

orange-plane-boy — 11/10/2021 10:47 PM

"Yay!" Narancia sounded actually really happy at the idea, maybe it was him being childish, or maybe he really wants more excuse to spend time with fugo

purplecraze — 11/10/2021 10:50 PM

Fugo was a bit relieved too. he craved Narancia's attention desperately. But he just didn't know how to keep the conversation going or stop it from turning negative and depressing. reading out loud would allow them to spend time without awkwardly fumbling for conversations.

orange-plane-boy — 11/10/2021 10:51 PM

"Umh...if you find something, can we start today? Since we dont have anything to do anyway.."

purplecraze — 11/10/2021 11:04 PM

"-!" fugo held his breath, his cheeks coloring from Narancia's eagerness.

they had agreed to make cookies, but honestly Fugo preferred to do this...

he got up.

"alright. Then meet me in the parlour."

orange-plane-boy — 11/10/2021 11:05 PM

Narancia nodded happily, going to the parlour, he looked happy, almost jumpy and skipping around

purplecraze — 11/10/2021 11:11 PM

the parlour had a comfi and intimate mood to it. after 3 years, the scent of expensive brandy and high class cigars still lingered subtly. the chairs looked comfortable enough to take a nap in and the hearth was burning diligently

orange-plane-boy — 11/10/2021 11:12 PM

"Ohh here its so pretty!" He exclamed sitting in the comfy couch

Indeed it was a nice spot for a nap, he would take note of this

purplecraze — 11/10/2021 11:20 PM

it took some time for Fugo to show up, which was explained when he did show.

"sorry for the wait." he muttered while carrying a stack of books.

orange-plane-boy — 11/10/2021 11:21 PM

"No problem!" He said as he got himself comfy

He glanced the books, even those looked so fancy

purplecraze — 11/10/2021 11:25 PM

"uhm..." and he then realized his error for having too many options, checking between them. "chrismas, christmas...... do you know The Cat on the Dovrefell?"

orange-plane-boy — 11/10/2021 11:26 PM

"Uh nope!" He exclamed

"I know the one that wears boots tho!'

purplecraze — 11/10/2021 11:28 PM

"ah, the puss in boots. they have it too, but let's keep it in the christmas spirit for tonight. also, The Cat on the Dovrefell isn't actually a cat~"

orange-plane-boy — 11/10/2021 11:29 PM

"Uh? Then what it is?" He asked curious, see, it wasnt that hard tk get his attention

purplecraze — 11/10/2021 11:49 PM

Fugo smiled and made himself comfortable in one of the arm chairs, opening the book and reading in a clear voice.

it was a story about a man who had caught a pollar bear and wanted to offer it to the king as a christmas gift. on his journey to the palace, he wanted to spend the night somewhere. but the farm where he asked for shelter had it's inhabitants terrified. every year on christmas eve, trolls would come down the hills and raid their house.

the man still decided to stay in the house, together with his bear. and in the night at 12 am, the trolls came, eating all the food, destroying the furniture and wracking loud havoc.

some of the trolls were convinced that what was sleeping on the ground was the farmer's cat and they started bullying it. but it was actually the pollar bear who went wild and chased all of the trolls out.

the next day when the man continued his journey, he could hear calling in the hills that the other trolls should never go to that farm, because they have this huge feral cat.

orange-plane-boy — 11/10/2021 11:59 PM

"ooh" he giggled "Those trolls must be a bit stuoid to dont see the difference between a cat and a bear....or really drunk"

After saing that he chirped again "My turn now!"

purplecraze — 11/11/2021 12:01 AM

"there was a lot of beer involved, I'll bet~

hm?" he lay the book down on the table, having had assumed that Narancia would have prefered to listen over reading. "Alright. which will you read?"

orange-plane-boy — 11/11/2021 12:12 AM

"Ah! i dont have to read it i have it all here!" and pointed his head.

"Ok so the story its named Snow White and Rose Red! But its not that snow white, its another one. but there is two bears here too...Anyway!"

he got back in track

"ok...So, once upon a time there were two sisters, one was blonde and shy, she liked to read and bake, the other was brunette and outspoken and she loved to play outside the house. They lived alone with their mom. one cold winter night two big bears knock at the door, asking the girls if they could rest there for the winter since they didnt found a place to hy..hibernate..?

so the girls and their mom took care of the bears for the whole winter and became friends with them!

as spring started, the bear leaved, telling the to watch out for the evil dwarf. and indeed they found the dwarf some days later, his beard stuck in a tree, the girls cutted it to free him, but the dwarf started to attack the girls! But then the bears saved them! and umh, turned into a princes somehow...? because the dwarf cursed them...?

A-Anyway they got married and lived happy ever after!"

purplecraze — 11/11/2021 12:15 AM

Fugo laughed. "that's very cute~" also because he could sort of see Narancia's train of thought to how he remembered this story and how the girls' personality seemed slightly familiar.

orange-plane-boy — 11/11/2021 12:28 AM

"It is!" he smiled

"Your turn again!"

purplecraze — 11/12/2021 12:25 PM

Fugo had a soft smile on his face as he took one of the books once more and browsed it.

He found one and started reading a story about a snow queen who had send hail to bewitch a boy. the hail had pierced his heart and had frozen it, making him treat his childhood friend badly. right after that, he disapeared.

despite the childhood friend having been treated badly, she set out to safe him.

she experienced a bunch of adventures, like an old lady inviting her in her house but wouldn't let her go and made her lose her memories. or her meeting a prince who resembled her friend and who gave her a carriage to ride in and continue her search. and the carriage got attacked by bandits and the girl was captured. but the daughter of the bandit leader liked her and helped her escape.

when she told the daughter what had happened, she could tell her the snow queen must have put a spell on her, and that her friend hadn't been mean to her because he disliked her.

the daughter gave her a reindeer to ride further and she eventually found the snow queen's castle.

the snow queen was bullying the boy and making him clean her ice palace, which slowly made him freeze all over.

the girl found him in the end, but the boy was cold to her and didn't recognize her. still, she refused to let go of him and cried warm tears. some of the tears fell on his heart and thawed the hail that had frozen it.

together, they escaped the castle on the reindeer's back and went home

orange-plane-boy — 11/12/2021 12:54 PM

There was something about Fugo's voice that sounded just right, it was clean and smooth and overall Narancia enjoyed it, giving him some sort of comfort.

"Thats one its really pretty" he smiled "Im glad they got back home safe!"

He then thinked a bit about the next story to tell

purplecraze — 11/12/2021 12:55 PM

"you know any more? I can read you another if you'd prefer?"

orange-plane-boy — 11/12/2021 1:13 PM

"I know one more! Its not really chirstmas-y, but mom used to tell me this a lot" he smiled

"So, once upon a time a little girl; she lived with her evil step mother and sister in a poor little house; the step mother would make the poor girl do all the house work, but she was really kind and never complained.

One of the tasks she had to do was go in the forest to the river and wash all her sister and step mom clothes.

One day as she was doing this, she found a poor naked old lady trying to wash a dress covered in tick mud.

The girl offered to help her, and she scrubbed, scrubbed and scrubbed for hours, till no mud was left!

The old lady thanked her and wore the dress, turning into a young beautiful fairy!

She smiled at the girl and to thank her she casted a spell on her! Everytime she laughed, diamonds would fall from her mouth, and everytime she was sad, she would cry pearls.

The girl happily got back home, leaving a trail of diamons on her way back.

When she got home she said 'mom! A fairy blessed me!'

But the woman was jealous, so she yelled at her daughter 'go in the forest and find a fairy and get blessed too'

In the forest the step sister found the old lady too, but when the ladt asked for help, the girl, who was super mean and lazy was like 'old hag cant you see im waiting for a fairy?!'

The old lady got mad, because fairies are really petty, and turned into her real form, scaring the girl and then cursed her, than everytime she would hichup toads and frogs would jump off her mouth!

The mean step sister got back home crying, and so she hickhupped, leaving a trail of frog behind.

Meanwhile, the king, that was in the forest to hunt, found a trail of diamonds, and following it she found the kind little girl, suprised of her gift and since his wife, the queen, never had babies, decided to adopt her, so she lived happy in her castel, not having to do hard work anymore"

purplecraze — 11/12/2021 1:18 PM

"Ah, I know a similar story, I think this is a variety of Mother Hulda? it's a German fairy tale."

orange-plane-boy — 11/12/2021 1:22 PM

"Maybe! This version is how my mom used to tell me" he smiled, at this point he was laying down on the couch instead of sitting

#purplecraze #orange plane boy #fugo replies #beauty and the beast AU #story telling within a story hahah

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amoveablejake · 2 years ago

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Album Of The Week: ‘Christmas in Hollis’ By Run-D.M.C.

Stand out song: ‘Christmas in Hollis’.

It is no secret that humankind likes to debate. Whilst the world is full of debates about topics that which will feature at many family functions such as politics and religion, the debates that really take hold of the world stage are those that are a little lighter. Well, a little lighter in theory as debates about matters such as who the greatest athlete is in a certain sport or which is an actor’s best film start off light but can turn into the fire that fuels feuds just like those arguments about politics and religion. But these debates, they are for the most part enjoyable. People love making their case as to why they believe something and often these are debates that rear their heads again and again. For instance, who the greatest football player of all time is a debate that may disappear for a few weeks or months but after a player accomplishes something amazing the debate comes back in full effect and sweeps the discourse for a while with lines in the sand being draw and positions being taken that will never be abandoned. One such debate that appears every year in the run up to Christmas and that people love to weigh in on is whether John McTiernan’s 1989 Bruce Willis vehicle ‘Die Hard’ is a Christmas film. And the answer, well, you already know.

'Die Hard’ is a Christmas film. The film itself makes no attempt to hide that, infact it is actively striving to prove that it is a Christmas film. It sets itself up in a way that could make it sickly sweet if it was not for all the guns, blood and killing that happens in between the set up of a family divided and the inevitable reunion, you guessed it, at Christmas time. Bruce Willis’ John McLane arrives in California and is surrounded by not only Californians whom he actively detests with the judgmental sneer that can only be achieved by an 80s New York cop but also by Los Angeles vision of Christmas. Sure, its sunny and the decorations are not as abundant as they would be back East but they are there. He is on his way to a Christmas party and at said party and in the bloodshed that ensues the talk is about family, Christmas and even making festive themed jokes, ‘Now I have a machine gun, ho-ho-ho.’ Is a message written in blood on a sweatshirt a festive joke, thats by the by, the point is John McLane is clearly in the holiday spirit as is the entirety of the now iconic film. Whether ‘Die Hard’ is a Christmas film is the sort of debate that is only there for fun when someone puts it on at Christmas time and the person who asks whether this is suitable holiday viewing is most likely only asking the question to try and get out of watching it, that is, to their detriment. It is fitting then that this Christmas film that is perhaps not a traditional Christmas film to many (it is), prominently features a Christmas song that too, to many would not be a traditional pick but actually, it absolutely should be.

You may notice there that we have taken a bit of a round about trip to get to our album of the week but the set up was all necessary so that when I introduced ‘Christmas in Hollis’ by Run D.M.C. the scene was set accordingly. ‘Christmas in Hollis’ is not a traditional Christmas carol, it is often used in festive advertising campaigns when the company is trying to do something different and yes featuring this particular track in those adverts is slightly upsetting as this is not the sort of song that should be accompanying an advert for sofas or the big food shop. This is not a song that should be used as a vague punchline or jest at Christmas music. Like ‘Die Hard’ is a Christmas film, ‘Christmas in Hollis’ is a Christmas song and an exceptional one at that. It achieves at the same time, the joy of a Christmas song, the excitement of the run up to the season and the big day and ofcourse a building momentum towards something that will either falter when it arrives (when you realise you didn’t remember the batteries) or exceed all expectations and exceed it does. ‘Christmas in Hollis’ excels as a Christmas song as it is a definite step away from the Christmas songs that came before it, it is a look in a new direction and one that feels more inclusive than some of the hymns that are rolled out every year and yes, whilst the hymns and traditional Christmas songs have their place and whilst the modern Christmas songs that play for every second of everyday from the first of November through December) also regrettably too have their place, that place is not in my headphones or rather coming out of the speakers on my Santa’s sleigh. On that particular sleigh you better believe the reindeer and I would be listening to Vince Guaraldi, the Beach Boys and Run D.M.C. The last one inparticular to make sure that we get back home in time to put ‘Die Hard’ on because it is a festive film after all. No question about it, in L.A, Hollis or in the North Pole. Despite what Rudolph may say.

-Jake, a man ready to start the Mbappe is the greatest of all time debate ten years too early, 19/12/2022.

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tealsmegtoaster · 2 years ago

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I have a rebuttal to this and that is that everything thats culturally "American" originates from non-American people.... like hamburgers were made by a German immigrant, bagels made by Polish/Jewish immigrants, potato chips made by an Irish immigrant, guitars were made by enslaved African people. I don't think its fair to denote any of these as "American" culture when thats one of the goals of white supremacy, is to smooth over any bumps in the white sheet caused by silly little things like "ethnicity".

You make an argument about Christmas trees, but ethnically those are northern European/pagan. There are a good number of Christmas carols written in Latin because they originated from the Holy Roman Empire. (Also these are both things that occur in western European homes during Christmas as well). Not to mention referring to Christmas trees and carols as "American" neglects one of the most amazing things about our nation -> we are truly a melting pot, and even among "white" or white passing Americans, there is a huge array of religions, belief systems and traditions that aren't covered by "American culture".

Did you know not everyone hides a pickle ornament in their Christmas tree? Its a German American tradition.

St. Patrick's day is very popular among Irish Catholics, and not so much with Irish pagans.

White-passing Jewish people also, obviously, do not conform to the religious aspects of the Christmas season.

And while we're here, we can talk about how every single pocket of the U.S. is unique in terms of its cultural celebrations.

Mardi Gras isn't "American", its a southern European celebration that became a eastern-southern American celebration. For me, a child growing up in Appalachia, learning about Mardi Gras in 4th grade was just as foreign as learning about Holi in 10th grade.

Pennsylvania Germans are *very* different from Utah Germans, which are different than Texan Germans. Italians in New Jersey vs Italians in Chicago are also diverse, except where family lines cross.

America is too big and white people (despite the blanket white supremacy places on us) are too diverse in ethnicity, religion, and location to argue for an overhead "white American culture", the standards of which themselves lie heavily in the British occupation of the United States.

Thats not to say there aren't things America does differently. But some of these are tenants of a diasporic population. Ethnic festivals (Irish festivals, Greek food festivals, Italian parades) are very popular in the United States and I have no doubt that they at least *exist* in Australia as well.

Other things we do fairly unique to the US/Australia: air conditioning, wood based homes, ice in drinks. But I don't necessarily agree that makes them cultural, outside of the culture of being a disaporic nation.

Also, I agree with your analysis on what is/isn't cultural appropriation! I think its a very difficult thing to define.

Can we just come to a place in 2022 where we admit that. Most people in America do not know what the word culture means.

#i have more thoughts on this but its 6 am #but i have put a lot of thought into this concept #and its connection to white supremacy #and the benefits white supremacy gains from the belief in the Sheet of Whiteness #also this is definitely not an attack! just a thought train of why id disagree

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captainshyguy · 2 years ago

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im only gonna say this once bc i dont want to be a boring bastard (even though this is my blog and i can do whatever the hell i want sdnkgjds) but man i just. i really dont care about halloween man

#idk man just. my ability to care about it is at a big fat zero #it has for a very long time #sure i liked getting sweets as a kid. and i like getting sweets now!#but everythinng else about the holiday has always goenover my head #i dont care about costumes or spooky stuff really so im just functionally unable to understand the hype #its just a vibe and aesthetic i;ve never cared about #like...its like watching people have this amazig party and a good time and dancig around except you cant hear the music #so ur just there like [looks around awkwardly]#especially since tumblr goes so hard about it #like im glad people have fun with it but also there's always a small part of me thats baffled and unable to understand #my family's never really been a celebration type in general i suppose #sure we'd visit grandparents on christmas and do up the house and pull cheap wizard crackers #but even then its really just about the presents for us. about having time off and stuffing face with chocolate #we dont carol or do up the outside of the house or out on christmas muic #and thats us at our most [leans into a holiday]#so halloween is just another day man #maybe if it was a day that we actully had off every year i would have cared more #luke rambles

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mapleshmaple · 5 years ago

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#so!! we went to go visit the uncle and aunt we havent talked to in like. 18 years bc my dads a petty bastard ADN LIKE #THEYRE SO NICE???? THEYRE AUNT CAROL AND UNCLE JOE/GIUSEPPE AND I HUNG OUT WITH THEM A LOT WHEN IW AS LIKE #TWO?? I THINK?? and then granddad died and dad got petty bc they wouldnt stay in state for him cuz they had this big fancy vacation planned #and couldnt cancel it last minute- and on top of that granddad was like. an asshole. ALSO APPARENTLY MY GRANDMOM/HIS WIFE LIKE #TRIED TO POISON HIM??? *MULTIPLE TIMES* WITH RAT POISON AND ADVIL AND LIKE #THAT SURE HAPPENED I GUESS?? BUT LIKE THEYRE BOTH DEAD NOW SO WHAT'RE YOU GONNA DO #she wanted a divorce and in lieu of not actually getting one bc reasons i guess she just. tried to straight murder his ass and failed #aND ITS. IN CHARACTER FOR HER UNFORTUNATELY BUT BACK TO MY AUNT AND UNCLE #THEYRE SO SWEET AND NICE AND MORE LIKE GRANDPARENTS/PARENTS THAN BOTH MY DAD AND HIS PARENTS???#AND THATS. REALLY SAD/KINDA PATHETIC ON HIS END BUT THEY MADE DINNER AND WE HAD LIKE #pizzelles and pumpkin pie and god aunt carols such a good cook/baker i love her already #and uncle joes like!! really cool and down to earth in a sense!! theyre both really trying and it shows but its...#really nice. cuz its obvious they WANT to have a connection with us again and thats a hell of a lot more than i can say for dad #and they gave me n c some late christmas money too aND THEY DIDNT HAVE TO?? BUT IT WAS. REALLY SWEET AND THE FIVE OF US GOT ALONG #REALLY WELL AND IT WAS. A LOT BETTER THAN I EXPECTED IT TO GO. mom and uncle joe n aunt carol kept like #bringing up medical stuff bc theyve all been put through the goddamn ringer in that regard and that wasnt. The Best to listen in on #but other than that im really... glad we got to see them- and that christine got to meet them #and that they wanna be a part of our lives nstuff- aND WE MIGTH BE GOING TO THE ITALIAN MARKET NSTUFF #WITH THEM NEXT WEEK?? AND AUNT CAROLS GONNA SHOW ME HOW TO MAKE PASTA FROM SCRATCH AND IM SO EXCITED

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nala-and-prince · 3 years ago

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im !! so !! exhausted !! choir and theater are so draining and i have an all city choir clinic tomorrow from 7-4 and i have to be at school at 6:30am ☹️ and the other day i realized that since im in show choir im in my schools glee club which ……… n e waze i have a state competition next week too and then for show choir we’re going christmas caroling in like a month or smth like that WHICH IM SO EXCITED FOR but before all that we have our last football game which is kind of sad): if i make it to area im going to have to compete until i make it to state which idek if i want to do it im just rambling now but this semester is so stressful and this week was awful but its wtv also rehearsals for the musical start idek when so thats exciting

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madisonrooney · 3 years ago

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all the christmas disney stuff sounds really fun! glad you're getting to do that this year. oh, whoa, riding a camel sounds like a weird experience. it is a bumpy ride? haha 😋

a fake tree sounds nice! i've always thought decorating for the holidays was really fun. cookies are delicious. that sounds like a lot of fun. what kind of cookies do you like?

i enjoy looking at christmas lights too. even better if there are cookies to munch on and christmas music playing in the car haha

interesting. i don't really like any of those foods tbh, but i know i'm probably in the minority on that.

for the holidays i really like decorating. i do it for halloween and christmas. and i really like listening to holiday music, really helps get me into the spirit. also holiday movies are my jam haha

what are some disney movies that you expected to be really good but were disappointed in? what do you think the creators could have done to make them better?

its been a while since i rode a camel but i remember it feeling like riding a horse just taller lol. fun fact i also rode an elephant at the county fair when i was like 10.

we made the good ol pillsbury holiday cookies! left over from the last socal style sector party with @han-is-solo and @johnrutter. (we made halloween ones at our halloween party too lol). in general tho, i like lots of cookies. we actually got some to go from the restaurant we went to tonight, a couple different kinds of chocolate chip and a pumpkin cookie. the chocolate chip sadly wasnt that good even tho chocolate is usually my fav but the pumpkin was really good. might go down and have another bite after im done answering this lol.

the lights drive thru i did last year had a special radio station! i think you could order food too but since this was prior to vaccines rolling out we were too scared to even open our windows lol.

my best friend hates thanksgiving food so youre in good company lol.

i enjoy all that too! its been fun getting to decorate in my condo after living in a dorm for four years. i decorate it for halloween too, and it was fun to have decorations up for both of this years socal style sector premiere parties. speaking of holiday movies, we watched mickeys christmas carol, a charlie brown christmas, and part of frosty the snowman while we put up the tree today! do you have any fav holiday movies?

ooo thats a really good question cuz ive def gotten that feeling a number of times!

- the good dinosaur. thats my most definitive answer to this question. i was HYPE for that movie. a pixar movie with talking animals that had super cute designs (and would and DID make for great plush lol)! i went into 2015 thinking that would far surpass inside out as my preferred pixar release of the year, but it ended up being the other way around. i rewatched it earlier this year for the first time since i saw it in theaters and i was really able to solidify my opinions on it and i feel about the same about it as i did initially. in short, its just too slow. there are too many scenes with little to no dialogue and a good chunk of the movie is just two characters which i feel is inherently boring. i think there's a difference between movies that are unambitious and aren't trying to be some great feat so it's okay if they're not amazing and movies that are trying way too hard to be something amazing and fall short. for example, cars 2 (which i've already mentioned lol). people hate it but imo it was never TRYING to be as good as like...up or something. it was just trying to be fun and i think it succeeded. on the other hand, the good dinosaur advertised itself as pixar's next big epic adventure movie and ended up just being very boring.

on a more personal note, it was my first time seeing a movie at the el capitan in hollywood since moving to california which would then become a tradition that ive kept up to this day, so the expectations were very high. it almost made it an even WORSE experience being in a theater with such high energy bc people were laughing super hard at things that i just didn't find funny. i remember being stressed for the rest of that night bc id wasted so much hype on something that was ultimately disappointing.

as far as what i think they could've done better....this is gonna sound harsh but i think they should've scrapped it altogether lol. BUT i have a reason for that. this movie went through production hell with director and cast changes and major changes to the characters. rather than salvage it and force it to be released, i think they should've just realized it wasn't working and stop trying to fix something that just isn't gonna work no matter what. if not that, id say add more characters to arlo and spot's journey and add more dialogue. (keep spot mute tho, i did like that aspect of it).

- moana. i do like this movie, dont get me wrong, but i feel like it plays into way too many predictable and overused tropes. particularly maui giving up on moana almost immediately after he finally took a liking to her, and then deciding to come back after for no apparent reason. i remember the scene where he leaves after moana breaks his hook literally making my blood boil in the theater bc i hate that trope so much. to make it better, i feel like their relationship needed a little more development, more evidence of why they're starting to like each other, a longer buildup to maui leaving her, and a longer buildup to maui coming back.

- christopher robin. another one i like but not as much as id hoped. at first, this seemed like the live action remake that was finally gonna do it right imo. id actually always kinda wanted a movie about a grown up christopher robin. but i feel like it leaned too hard into being cheesy, hokey, and predictable. but there were some dark scenes too. i feel like it just needed a little more balance in tone. i also have mixed feelings about the fact that the toys are actually alive in this universe. i feel like maybe only christopher robin and his daughter should be able to see them as alive bc of their childlike sense of wonder, yknow?

- luca. again liked but not as much as id hoped. i thought this had the potential to be a new hyperfixation tbh. i loved the character design the world and the premise. but i feel like the conflict was kind of weird. the scene where alberto tries to scare giulia as a sea monster didnt make a lot of sense to me. i didnt really get either luca or albertos motives, but especially albertos. its not super fresh in my mind tho tbh so id need to watch it again to say for sure what bugged me about it. i also don't totally get how luca and alberto were SO close even tho they hadn't even known each other that long. and like alberto said luca got him off the island but like they both chose to go to portorosso??? also right from the beginning it was painfully obvious to me that alberto's father abandoned him yet they tried to make it some big reveal. i felt like there were some plotholes too, like why does alberto spend most of his time above the surface even before meeting luca? why did he and his dad LIVE above the surface? i cant quite say how id make it better. i do feel like their friendship should involve a conflict followed by resolution but i feel like it needed one that was more fleshed out.

- encanto. again, like but have some issues with. i REALLY tried to just let myself enjoy this one bc im sick of picking apart every one of the last number of disney and pixar releases but i kinda couldnt help myself. kinda like luca and moana, i also found this one pretty predictable. i felt like the dos oruguitas scene didnt tell us anything we didnt already know. i felt like surface pressure and what else can i do kinda told the same message. bruno's story was also a bit confusing to me, i didn't totally get how him leaving was to protect mirabel and like he doesnt CHOOSE what hes gonna see, why does he get blamed for that but like idk pepa doesnt get blamed for bad weather? the concept of the "gift" was also a little confusing to me, like the literal original purpose of it was to protect the family so how did it take so long for abuela to understand that the wellbeing of the family is whats most important. this is another one where idrk how id fix it, there are a lot of aspects of it i just find confusing.

actually ignore everything i just said im mainly disappointed with the lack of capybara content @deweyduck am i right

- frozen 2. i didn't have THAT high of expectations for this one, i was already sick of frozen around when it came out, but i really did try to dip back into the hype phase i was in for the first frozen. alas, it wasn't worth it. this is another one i just find confusing. it's weird to me that elsa is the fifth spirit since she's human and the other spirits are animals or creatures (or....air). she also makes ice so isnt that the same as water?? also idk why but it took me like 3 times of watching it to fully understand where she got her powers from lmao. i also feel like they fucked up kristoff's character. he didnt even KNOW anna before frozen 1 and now he acts like he has no life without her. and their whole conflict is caused by a MISUNDERSTANDING. like anna literally left cuz she had to it had nothing to do with kristoff. also i hate how batshit crazy the internet went over him saying "i'm here, what do you need?" like yes a guy should be there for his girl but they also make it sound like he shouldn't ask for a single thing for himself which doesn't sound healthy (but im aro so what do i know). then you have olaf who all of a sudden has a concept of aging which is given no explanation. and don't even get me started on how messed up it was that they thought it was ok to just make their white characters poc and make iduna native even tho her skin is clearly darker when shes a child than when shes an adult. and the internet never talked about that. hm. gonna be honest and say this is another one i wish just didnt happen lmao. i get that the franchise is so popular and a sequel is something a lot of people wanted, but i dont think its fair to break a disney rule (of having no WDAS canon sequels post rescuers down under, or winnie the pooh if were counting that) JUST bc of the hype. sure they evened out a tiny bit with also doing ralph breaks the internet but i have a load of problems with that movie too so was it really worth it fhdjgkhfdjk.

ok WOW sorry for writing a novel lmao but what about you??

#gcwca secret santa #long post

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