I'm probably in the minority with this but I wish the first 3 arcs of Sailor Moon Crystal were a two-part movie series (like they did with Eternal and Cosmos.).
This will probably make the Crystal fans seethe at the mouth bc God forbid anyone has an opinion different from them. But we probably would've avoided a lot of the embarrassing poor animation choices had they turned the material into two-part movies for each arc. They'd have more time to focus on the good bits that moved the story along. They'd have more time to also focus on the animation quality of the movies.
Maybe, as a result, they could've spent more time honing their character designs versus getting better after three FULL seasons of SMC.
Sorry not sorry, the designs in Eternal and Cosmos are way better than the poor attempts to copy Naoko's style that plagued the first 3 seasons of SMC.
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Now that I’ve fully committed to sending Holiday cards, I’m forced to recon with the fact that I have no idea how to address have them. A good chunk of my friends are now married and while I generally know (or can hopefully at least find) most of their spouses name, I don’t know how all of them and don’t know who alls changed their last name. And some of my friends have very little social media presence so i can’t always just look.
I guess everyone just gets their social media name, spouse if I can find or just (maiden) name “and family”
And what about people who aren’t married but have a long term live in partner? Do they get put on the card? Get a generic and family? Am I overthinking this? Or do I need to make sure I get it right to not slight anyone or cause hurt feelings?
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when u wake up with that pre-migraine headfacefeeling is throb and throb and stabby and throb did someone punch me in the back of my head? if someone could come gently cradle my head in their lap while I put ice over my eyes that would be ~great~ 🔪☕️🩸👼🩸🧊🔪
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Willa really goes from
“Shame.” She watches them for a second, watches the realization wash over their face. Their muffled yell gets cut short when she smashes the butt of the gun against their temple, sending them to the ground. She knows she should have pulled the trigger—it was them or her after all—but she just… couldn’t do it. What did that make her?
Weak?
A traitor?
What would she do when it was them or her?
to
The sound of gunshots, screams, and curses echo behind her and there’s a twinge in her stomach.
Guilt.
She pushes it down, down, way down, until it’s nothing but a passing flutter. She can't look back and she sure as hell can never get caught. Not again. Not even if it meant throwing someone else under the bus to save her own ass.
Goes from not even killing peggies to throwing civs under the bus in order to buy a few minutes of time to escape
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me: *isolates myself from basically everyone*
also me: *mad that no one is paying attention to me*
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I was just inspired to write a tribute to Stephen Strange's (Benedict's)powerful thighs, but as I'm still in shadow ban prison, half the mutuals that I know would love it, probably won't even see it, so what's the point.
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oh bollocks now i’m gonna have to rewrite my What’sApp companion support group too
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ok so what i didn’t anticipate was. see, when i was at the archives in france, i still did tons of other work around the edges. i was taking two classes. i was teaching a class. i was organizing a conference. i was exploring neighborhoods and eating out and making friends. all while putting in a good 6-8 hours at the archives 5 days a week. i am finding that i simply cannot do that this time.
now, most of those files were in french. i do not, by any stretch of the imagination, speak french. but between english, spanish, and latin, i can read it pretty easily. i can even skim, most of the time.
i do speak arabic. i have studied arabic or spoken it in my daily life off and on since 2009. HOWEVER. the specific necessity of going through newspapers in arabic from 1965 on microfilm is challenging in whole other ways. because there are a ton of different fonts i’m not used to. because even the standard-font stuff is often near-illegible (not printed clearly, transfer to microfilm makes it worse) and the subject matter isn’t always necessarily something where i have the vocabulary to just kind of guess the words. and i do have to actually read a lot of what’s there to figure out which parts are relevant to my research or not--i can’t conveniently pull out just the file i want, and i certainly can’t search anything. like, i would not be surprised if i end up needing glasses in a few years because of the amount of time spent just straining my eyes, willing a smudge to resolve into letters, so that i can figure out whether i care about this box of newsprint or not. never have i spent so many hours futzing with brightness and contrast levels. and on top of that, the culture in this reading room is not...it doesn’t prioritize or enforce quiet, but nor is it a steady hum of noise. which is very bad for me, cognitively.
point being, i am mentally and physically exhausted at the end of six hours in this archive every single day and i cannot seem to get hardly anything else done. which is a problem! for me! i am behind on email because i can’t look at anything anymore at the end of a day here, let alone working on my other actual work! i can barely even read on the train!
anyway. good to know for later, i guess, but boy i’m tired.
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