i am going to hate on Around The World in 80 Days (2021).
Not because of any "woke bullshit", in fact the only reason i chose to watch this version instead of another was because of the woke bullshit the negative reviews had promised me.
No, I want to complain about three things.
A) i was most definitely a Fix/Passepartout shipper when i read the book. however when they gender swapped fix, it was like oh. You've gender swapped this character for what? so you could make them heterosexual? Gender swap both, cowards.
B) Phileas Foggs whole personality... As well as some others, but we'll focus on him as he's the main character- the negative reviews had of course informed me that the show had "sucked out all his testosterone", but as an enjoyer of loser men, i was almost looking forward to that. No, but they've taken away everything that made him act like himself, he no longer acts cold, he acts like... Well, he acts like any David Tennant character (thats not a murderer, that is).
C) other then the personality, it was very inconsistent with the book? Again, not talking about Passepartout being Black or Fix being a women, I really dont mind that other then them being heterosexual, but I mean, what the fuck happened to Aouda?
Anyway sorry for complaining about this, im sure it was great to a lot of people, but as someone who had literally finished the book the same day i started watching, it was really annoying.
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Will my suffering never cease
- went to good Friday evening service even tho it's not a day of obligation, didn't go yesterday evening to Maundy Thursday for a variety of reasons
- priest manages to fit homophobia and transphobia into his sermon. Not even gay marriage. Just unions, that let ppl share taxes and have hospital visiting rights. And big bad scary surgery. Like. Completely unrelated to the matter at hand. Says SO LITTLE abt the Passion, managed to talk for 10 minutes without really saying ANYTHING. Takes Pilate's 'what is truth' and instead of engaging in the long philosophical and theological discussion around that question, decides to use it as a rallying cry against wokeism and a godless progressive society.
- my two ex best friends were there. Ran into them. + One's husband, who I introduced her to a decade ago. Like I'm mostly over that, no longer shitty and resentful, fully know that it was partially my fault and born from my own terribleness at 19 and undiagnosed untreated mental illness. Still uhhh hurts tho??? As a reminder?
- music bad. Ok I'm petty. I'll give the trads (1) point. I don't like guitar mass. I will NOT agree with the trads in assigning moral weight to my aesthetic preference. It's simply a preference, which does not make any musical form inherently superior to the others. But the triduum really lends itself to Latin hymns and chants, in my heart. My other fave church music is traditional Black spirituals. I would greatly prefer either. But just. If it sounds like an acoustic version of a pop love song. I just. I can't. I KNOW I'm the weird about Jesus romantically girlie. But I am not vibin with this folks
Literally would have simply Walked Out. Hit da bricks during the homily. But was with my family so 1) cannot out myself 2) did not have house keys on me, so I was suck regardless
Anyway I said I wasn't going to do fun things today but I'm so upset and cranky and I did chores all day, I am going to catch up on dungeon meshi. Marcille is my best favourite cringefail girl I'm obsessed with her and surely the wlw neurotic fussy mage who loves her friends will not betray me like this
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As I walk into the field, lit by the slowly fading light of sunset, I feel your eyes bore into me.
The forest rustles with anticipation, I feel your hands shake from miles away. I know you're there, as I make slow, deliberate strides toward the fence that keeps the wilderness, like you, out of our fields.
The townsfolk stand at the edge of the field from whence I came, watching with fear in their eyes. I do this every friday, and you've ensured I return to my kin safely by sunset of each saturday.
And yet they've not learned to trust me, trust you.
As I hop over the fences, muscle memory proving strong, you nearly step out to embrace me early, just on the cusp of where the villagers could shoot their arrows.
But then you meet my gaze, and falter. You think better of it. You know they'd kill us both for such a display. The forest quiets now, as I tear myself away from your eyes to look back at my kin.
I smile, giving them a little wave. A few of the children wave back excitedly, they eagerly await my visits to you. I always bring back your stories, written onto the birchwood you prefer. The children love them.
They're the only ones in the town who dare to listen.
As I finally take the last step into the verdant path, as I am engulfed by leaves and sticks and grass and you, I laugh. You hold me close, beautiful claws gentle and loving as you grasp my face to pull me down to the moss.
You press a loving kiss to my forehead, a soft chuckle leaving us both as we lay in the bed of moss together. We watch as the twilight sky becomes dotted with small glittering specks, the stars coming down to watch as I tell you my own stories.
Your laugh rings out when I tell you little fables made up by the children, of you and what they imagine you doing. One said you fought a dragon by learning how to breathe fire, another said you were off rescuing faraway princesses and leading them into our forest to stay.
Maybe having an entourage of princesses isn't all that far off from the truth, you jest. Your family tends to be rather dramatic, they're more akin to drama queens, I reply, and your wonderful laugh graces my ears again.
You and I spend the night wandering the forest, the creatures of the night chittering excitedly as we leap over creeks. They adore me, you state matter of factly, and i cannot help but laugh at such a thing.
I am but a townsperson, after all. I may have learnt to respect and adore your forest, and its inhabitants, but I have not shed my skin and become as beautiful and wild as you.
My skills lie in farming, and you say that if I were to stay here my hands would go insane with desire to collect the monthly harvests in a jest.
And you'd be right.
But that's why they adore me, you say after climbing an old wild cherry tree to collect us a feast, they adore me because I am different and new. They enjoy my stories and the children's fables because they have heard all of the forest's tales.
I understand them now, truly, even though I am as plain as you could imagine, to someone who lives in such a beautiful, wild, adventurous place?
The mundane must seem like something out of their wildest fantasies.
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watching drawn together and its insane what self proclaimed centrists try to call fair
theres an episode where they get a bad review and part of the gag of the review is that the reviewer is everything they make fun of in one person and thus not their demographic
the reviewer is both catholic and jwwish and its like. you made fun of christians by having a character tell the gay one hes going to hell and mentioned predator priests. meanwhile you: nose jokes, money jokes, lawyer/doctor/producer jokes, called rabbis an incurable disease, have your characters try to attack or kill or forcefully baptize characters they believe are jewish, etc
the reviewer is also a conservative
but like. what new ground have you been breaking exactly. you cant even make original racist jokes you just gotta recycle the same 10 everyone knows and call it a day. so you made a joke about gun violence. this seems awfully imbalanced
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The reason North doesn't want Higgins digging up his own past isn't something grand and noble. No, it's actually small and scared and selfish and they're Aware of this too and none of that awareness makes the anxiety of it go away
They're scared that if Higgins digs up who he once was, void forbid if he remembers, he'll become someone else. He'll change from one day to another into someone North doesn't know bc that someone had died millennia ago in a universe they had only set foot in for the first time mere months ago
They're scared that even if it doesn't turn him into a stranger, it'll give him other things to pursue, other lives to want to lead. It'll change his mind about how worth it it is to spend his days on the Orbiter, with this group, with North. It'll give him reasons to leave
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