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Some people will call silly scenes or big descriptions or etc. unnecessary as if most media isn't literally made for your entertainment, like oh it doesn't further the plot? It furthers my or the writer's enjoyment, go read a toaster manual or something

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Might be an unpopular opinion, but I don't really get why they're doing this. The Original movie was already good, and it just seems like they're following it beat for beat. If they have the technology to do this, they could instead be focused on making something new.

It just seems like a way to deligitimize animation as an art form.

How to Train Your Dragon — 2025, dir. Dean DeBlois

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I really should've taken mine when I was getting eye surgery

eliminate negative thinking!

i have to go to the hospital >> 😔

i get to go to the free socks club >> 😃

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Is it just me or does Jerma get blurrier each time

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mechanakin skywalker

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I don't know I'm not done talking about it. It's insane that I can't just uninstall Edge or Copilot. That websites require my phone number to sign up. That people share their contacts to find their friends on social media.

I wouldn't use an adblocker if ads were just banners on the side funding a website I enjoy using and want to support. Ads pop up invasively and fill my whole screen, I misclick and get warped away to another page just for trying to read an article or get a recipe.

Every app shouldn't be like every other app. Instagram didn't need reels and a shop. TikTok doesn't need a store. Instagram doesn't need to be connected to Facebook. I don't want my apps to do everything, I want a hub for a specific thing, and I'll go to that place accordingly.

I love discord, but so much information gets lost to it. I don't want to join to view things. I want to lurk on forums. I want to be a user who can log in and join a conversation by replying to a thread, even if that conversation was two days ago. I know discord has threads, it's not the same. I don't want to have to verify my account with a phone number. I understand safety and digital concerns, but I'm concerned about information like that with leaks everywhere, even with password managers.

I shouldn't have to pay subscriptions to use services and get locked out of old versions. My old disk copy of photoshop should work. I should want to upgrade eventually because I like photoshop and supporting the business. Adobe is a whole other can of worms here.

Streaming is so splintered across everything. Shows release so fast. Things don't get physical releases. I can't stream a movie I own digitally to friends because the share-screen blocks it, even though I own two digital copies, even though I own a physical copy.

I have an iPod, and I had to install a third party OS to easily put my music on it without having to tangle with iTunes. Spotify bricked hardware I purchased because they were unwillingly to upkeep it. They don't pay their artists. iTunes isn't even iTunes anymore and Apple struggles to upkeep it.

My TV shows me ads on the home screen. My dad lost access to eBook he purchased because they were digital and got revoked by the company distributing them. Hitman 1-3 only runs online most of the time. Flash died and is staying alive because people love it and made efforts to keep it up.

I have to click "not now" and can't click "no". I don't just get emails, they want to text me to purchase things online too. My windows start search bar searches online, not just my computer. Everything is blindly called an app now. Everything wants me to upload to the cloud. These are good tools! But why am I forced to use them! Why am I not allowed to own or control them?

No more!!!!! I love my iPod with so much storage and FLAC files. I love having all my fics on my harddrive. I love having USBs and backups. I love running scripts to gut suck stuff out of my Windows computer I don't want that spies on me. I love having forums. I love sending letters. I love neocities and webpages and webrings. I will not be scanning QR codes. Please hand me a physical menu. If I didn't need a smartphone for work I'd get a "dumb" phone so fast. I want things to have buttons. I want to use a mouse. I want replaceable batteries. I want the right to repair. I grew up online and I won't forget how it was!

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"sex scenes have no narrative purpose" is such a funny take on so many levels. people will really believe that the whole human experience is valuable to portray artistically except sex, which of course has never held emotional weight or significance for anybody

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A tornado will not stop in its path and go, "Oh no those people are having sex," Jason himself is the Tornado of that Accursed Camp, he kills indiscriminately. In this essay I will divulge the fundamentals of the Slasher Phenomenon...

everyone is always like "jason kills people who have premarital sex because the movies support conservative values" or "jason kills people who have premarital sex because the movies are criticizing conservative values"

why is it never "why do people keep having sex near the cursed lake with the undead guy" or "how can we be so sure that he only targets couples having premarital sex and not just sex in general, what if it's just sampling bias"

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It was the darkest of nights, and Cinderella had lost her mother twice. The whole sordid ordeal had started from her plight; the usual ordeal of begging beyond one's station. Most would liken it to a fairy tale, yet it was anything but.

The fairy did not come to her through a window. It did not appear from beyond the hedges, or through a peculiarity of bird song. Although most notably a part of the fairy was, in fact, a bird. But no, the fairy came to her from a sigil.

Twas the sort of sigil necessary to be carved, but not onto wood or other such inanimate things. Instead, The Book required that it be upon the carcass of a wolf. Ordinarily, she would find herself squeamish about such things, but Cinderella was what you might call desperate. And desperation, much like fear, can bring a particular lense to an otherwise ordinary person.

When she had gone through the ritual to bring about her hearts desire, the Fairy called upon her for an Act of Depravity. A truth woven into the very linings of Cinderella's soul. Hence, she found herself with a shovel, staring towards an unmarked grave.

Truth be told, the young maiden's family had never been rich. Her father was a shoemaker, but never the sort to catch the right eyes, and far too generous with his supply. Thus when her mother died of an unknown illness, they were left the task of burying her on their own. It was Cinderella herself who had fashioned her mother's cross.

A cross which now sat above her as she sought to defile her own mother's remains. A task which left her with a small bag of ash; which she carried silently to the Fairy.

The being of seven eyes stared towards her, shadows from the willow tree overtaking a half of its body. One of many limbs had stretched to take the bag of ash. Words Cinderella could not understand took to the air.

Everything went still, and the grey color of the dead became snow-white, small shimmering sparkles were alight as they took to the air. Soon, a line of brain dead mice marched from nowhere, their bones cracking out of place, muscles dripping against the grass in horrible dark patches. They grew much faster than their skin, and thus the shells of mice were left strewn upon the green.

After that, a blackened pumpkin was destroyed by the now ravenous horses, and the mulched color became that of their fur. The tree itself, soon hit by the strange snow began to Snap, forcefully conforming to the image of a Carriage. When its shape was defined, the excess broke apart and sharpened into knives, knives which landed into the pockets of Men. Men of deep, endless blackhole eyes.

These were the things that led Cinderella to the ball. These were the things no longer remaining after her shimmering shoe was lost.

The next day an entourage appeared. The three of them, Cinderella and her stepsisters, watched as the Prince walked into their house. He was a beautiful man by most ordinary standards, but not to the point of becoming Fair or Unnatural as his father had been. He held a slipper within his hand, the very one Cinderella had lost.

Cinderella opened her mouth to claim the slipper, but something clamped down upon her tongue. A slime moved over her thoughts, stilling her reactions. And in the midst of it? The laugh of something horrible, something far beyond the realms of Earth.

A glaze fell over her first sister's eyes, although no one other than her seemed to notice. She went off to fetch something before putting the shoe on. When nobody went after her, Cinderella silently walked into the kitchen.

The first thing she noticed was the blood. Kitchen tiles overwhelmed by the spilling liquid. The second thing she noticed were the tears. No longer were her eyes glazed; instead, uttter transfixed horror had overtaken her expression. Yet still her hand moved, like a foreign entity chopping off the rotten pieces. It only stopped when her foot fit perfectly.

They walked back into the living room, but by then the blood had started to seep onto the floor. They all looked on in horror, but before anything could be done, her sister thrust the shoe off of her foot, her eyes glazed. Yet as the spell was set upon another, it broke upon the first.

The wailing was what snapped Cinderella's mind to the most horrid detail of all. They all knew what her second sister was doing, and yet None of them were stopping her! Not even Cinderella. She certainly felt the urge to do so, and yet... simply could not. It was as if her brain was entirely unable to make that decision.

When her sister came back, just as bloody as the first, Cinderella hesitantly took the shoe. It slipped easily onto her foot. Instantly, everyone in the room fell still. A sensation ran down Cinderella's spine and mind, that of a Large slug sitting upon her back. She felt something Click, like the gears of a clock, and an eldritch power rushing through her soul.

"I... I've found the one!" The words were not real, they were garbled and choked from the prince's throat

"T-than surely we must take her to the castle at once," They were playing parts in a play, the Thing residing within the room turning them into... puppets.

"Posthaste we must have them married, so that the new Princess may be coronated,"

Cinderella felt something slip through her hands, though she knew not what. Not, at least, until she saw the glint of gold, and was forced to look down upon the dagger.

"When your love is cold and gone, and upon the deadest of nights, you will slide this dagger into his heart. Then, at last, your Rule will be mine," The whisper was heard by none other than her.

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Hows about I bake you into a pizza. This sacrilege Will Not be taken lightly. The Bible of Pizza specifically states that all ingredients of those sorts should, at the very least, be cut into pieces. Whole hot dogs simply do not work.

IS ITS FRIDAY GIV ME PIZSAS FOR GOOOOOOOOOOD

I am orderings piza . hamd oevr pls.

FRIDAY SPECIL!!!

ENJOY PIZZA

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"I wanna Leave"

The halls,

Checkered and familiar.

Lines of paintings old and new;

I know them all,

Ran my fingers along them,

Each piece of delicate design all have their place.

But it's different.

The lights are off now,

And I can move through all of them,

See them so clearly...

But there's something wrong now.

-7

The door sits there,

It never changes.

Metal hinges always creak,

There's voices waiting on the other side.

The voices of people known,

People seen,

People loved.

You can hear on the edges what they say,

Vague blueprints blooming.

Than you open the door and they change,

They shift the conversation too easily,

It's haunting.

It's not the same.

-7

I wanna leave.

I wanna cry.

I wanna leave.

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As a dude that has never once asked out anyone that he likes ever, I am Begging you to ask them out.

what do you do when you have a homoerotic female friendship with a dyke who four years ago asked to date you and you ghosted them and you never talked about it and now you want a second chance to go on a date but don’t know how to ask them . and also a year ago they had another homoerotic female friendship blow up in their face and you’re not sure they’re over it yet and also you’re both planning on moving to different states for the foreseeable future soon

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Three kinds of people in the room

reviews for weed strains are either like “this got me and the boys so spoinked we couldn’t piss straight” or “afghan war vet here. 32 tours. chronic pain and sixteen mental illnesses. this strain is good, almost makes me stop hearing the bullets. great for when I wake up screaming and crying”