Hey, I just realized that we're all probably actively contributing to Green's potential Influencer Crisis.
Alan and his team made a real channel for Green.
We found it. We've flocked to it. We've left comments of adoration, enticed by the idea of interacting with Green himself.
This was all probably intentional. This was all probably planned.
This was all audience participation.
Because we are all contributing to Green's influencer arc. We are provoking it. We are pushing him more and more towards the allure of popularity, to the delicious thrill of attention.
WE are the pitfall that so many people fall victim to when trying to be modern content creators.
Alan and his team have made us Green's REAL audience.
And it will hurt us all the more, when we eventually see what our actions have wrought. Because we've actually played a part in the story. It will be the consequences of our actions we see play out.
Or, at least, I can only hope that's the direction this goes. Tackling such a delicate topic as infliencer egoism and fame addiction is difficult, but this is a prime opportunity for Alan to send a message to us, the audience, the ones ultimately responsible for instigating and encouraging such toxic behaviors in modern influencers, and remind us that our actions and our attention and our greed to consume has real consequences on the person on the other side of the account.
A phenomena that Alan himself is likely very familiar with, as an animator who has to deal with 28.6 million subscribers constantly thirsty for more content.
I want it to be that deep. I want it so bad. It would be such an amazing thing to do.
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I feel like Haku would like to laugh during sex. Like he fully embraces that, if you think about it, what you're doing is weird and funny. Sex is full of funny sounds and feelings and smells and movements and it is not that serious and he can't take it that seriously.
On top of that he's happy to be there with you. Why wouldn't he smile and laugh about it?
Obviously he'd try and reel it in if it made you feel uncomfortable or worried that you were being insulted--or he would try and turn those feelings around. What do you think he's laughing at in a negative way? He'll start to praise that instead. He'll practically start to worship it. Try and make you feel appreciated instead.
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Sergei's "It would not be wise for me to be listening to non-politically approved music at work" versus the jazz as Margo works in her Roscosmos office in 4x04
It's non-diegetic BUT
Something something about Margo's core and her convictions remaining greater than political considerations even as she falls further under Irina's influence.
You can reduce the self-assurance and the power, you can give her crumbs of work to make her complicit in your agency's actions, but you can't take the jazz and you can't take the belief in what is right.
That only we can hear it now versus 1x04 when she was not only listening but actually playing the piano herself can be read as something about alienation and hiding parts of herself trying to survive in a hostile place.
She has her jazz records and piano in her apartment, but so much else is missing from her life. Now she has her work back, the disparate parts of herself are moving towards convergence and, hopefully, the plot towards her retaking some power.
Maybe by the end of the season we'll see some jazz played at Star City.
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okay idk if you wanted actual prompting but 12 (pushing a strand of hair behind their ear) for theoren/elenah. plus possible acenue for ashari customs about haircare 👀
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could not get haircare in here but i have Thoughts as i always do. Thank you for the ask em!
It’s such a little thing. Theoren, light-drowsed, the afternoon sun as delicate as gossamer across his slender shoulders, plucking the strings of the zathari with a quiet but intense concentration. Elenah’s skill with stringed instruments could at best be called pained—even formidable Madina had eventually surrendered to the inevitability—but she could appreciate a good song. Or a good player, maybe. When his brow furrowed in concentration, little divots of shadow pool at the outer corners of his eyes.
A slippage of gold from gold, a strand of hair feathering across his cheek, a flash of discomfort across his face quickly smoothed out. Elenah moves without thinking to smooth it back into place. The notes falter minutely but do not break from their pattern, and he does not look up, continuing to play. It is only when her thumb accidentally brushes the edge of his cheekbone that his breath startles across the delicate skin of her wrist and his eyes meet hers.
That’s probably fine. As badly as she wants to immediately retreat, contrariness draws her forward like a fish on a line—he’s playing music, some small part of her says with indignant righteousness. She was just being a good friend, preventing him from having to stop playing. On the momentum of her own conviction she tucks the strand behind the ear, delicate shell of it studded with gold and pearls, a look like he had risen draped in sea-silks from the palace of the deep gods. In doing so, more contact is inevitable—and when her fingers scrape at his hairline the notes stutter in their meter, discordant against the river-gliding melody.
That feels less fine. She snatches her hand back like she is the one at risk of burning here, clenching and unclenching her fist as she works fruitlessly for words to excuse whatever in the trials of the damned she had just done that for. His playing had returned to its easy, original meter, but he is looking at her now, instead of the strings, a familiar glint in his eyes that says if she does not say something he will.
“Didn’t mean to distract you.” She says stiffly, because Theoren, for all of his unearthly grace, could be cursedly obstinate, and Elenah thinks he’s probably not going to let her get away with pretending that didn’t happen.
“Ah.” Theoren says, looking down briefly as if surprised he’s still playing, then up again. He is trying very hard to hide his smile, and not doing a very successful job. “You didn’t. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.” Elenah says inanely, because he was giving her an out even if it was probably the worst he’d ever lied and says “You should do the akarah variation.” Because the only thing worse than having done all this would be to sit in silence
afterward, and maybe because his eyes always brightened as his hands danced across the strings, thrilling in its complexity.
If he has drawn her intention out of her, he is kind enough to let it go with a smile—turning back to begin the new piece Elenah sits back and listens.
Thank you for the ask, em, which I definitely answered promptly <3
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Are u still going to make Animator vs Animation drawing?
I am!
Just probably not for little while
And if I do, they'll be self-indulgent drawings about my various AvA/M AUs or be part of my "Watered Down Hot Chocolate" series
I probably won't fully engage with canon stuff shown in the new AvA shorts s2 until I'm done recovering from my burnout
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