Who needs therapy when you have Simon Rattle's recording of the Pastoral symphony
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still have some lingering thoughts of Wild Force on the brain, mostly how the final battle had my absolutely favorite trope when it comes to costumed hero stuff. Suits Don’t Make The Hero.
Like, at the end the heroes are stripped of their powers, soaked from the rain in their civilian clothes, their giant robot is scrap metal, they have no chance no way of winning. so what do they do?
They strike the fucking poses, scream out their call-outs, and declare that they are fucking power rangers, suits or no suits.
Like yeah the suits and the robots and the various weapons are absolutely part of the appeal of Power Rangers/Super Sentai, but that’s just what gets your foot in the door. If all it was was just huge explosions and rubber suits this franchise and everything related to it wouldn’t have lasted 4 years, much less more than four decades. You come for the suits and stay for the characters, and the whole idea of “you need to deserve the power to get it, and the power itself does not define your worthiness” is just cool no matter what.
Anyone can look cool posing in color-coded spandex if they have enough confidence and a good enough soundtrack to back them up, it takes a real hero to be able to be just as cool in that pose when the villain rips the suit off, revealing the mortal, average person underneath, and foolishly thinks that means he’s won.
But when the villain sees the heroes pick themselves up, strike that pose again, and now the helmet is off and they can see the determined expression on their faces? That’s fucking cool.
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every day i think about that one illegal high school production of les miserables on youtube where they changed lovely ladies from being about sex workers to being about like... selling bread... but they kept all the lines about "waiting for the customers who only come at night" and "standing up or lying down or any way at all" which paints a strange and delightful picture of some kind of nighttime bread black market
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But … how the staff swear? We Need to know that too…(of you want of course … love your art and your Amazing humor!!!)
(thank you! :D)
Trein: said 'damn' once when he was sixteen, still lays awake at night in embarrassment about his deplorable lapse in manners.
Vargas: swears like an old-timey carnival strongman. lots of "poppycock" and "what the devil" and an occasional "deuces!" (this makes classes very confusing for poor Deuce)
Crowley: doesn't intentionally swear, but every once in a while he'll, like...put together a presentation on the new staff policies or something that builds up to an acronym which, by complete coincidence, spells out something shockingly depraved.
it happens often enough that you'd think he's doing it on purpose, except. it's Crowley.
Sam: swears in the text, gets away with it because the character reading is always something else
(this is very specific to the Japanese version and probably too meta but I made myself laugh with it, I...I'm sorry)
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