the thing is there's like, a point of oversaturation for everything, and it's why so many things get dropped after a few minutes. and we act like millennials or gen z kids "have short attention spans" but... that's not quite it. it's more like - we did like it. you just ruined it.
capitalism sees product A having moderate success, and then everything has to come out with their "own version" of product A (which is often exactly the same). and they dump extreme amounts of money and environmental waste into each horrible simulacrum they trot out each season.
now it's not just tiktokkers making videos; it's that instagram and even fucking tumblr both think you want live feeds and video-first programming. and it helps them, because videos are easier to sneak native ads into. the books coming out all have to have 78 buzzwords in them for SEO, or otherwise they don't get published. they are making a live-action remake of moana. i haven't googled it, but there's probably another marvel or starwars something coming out, no matter when you're reading this post.
and we are like "hi, this clone of project A completely misses the point of the original. it is soulless and colorless and miserable." and the company nods and says "yes totally. here is a different clone, but special." and we look at clone 2 and we say "nope, this one is still flat and bad, y'all" and they're like "no, totally, we hear you," and then they make another clone but this time it's, like, a joyless prequel. and by the time they've successfully rolled out "clone 89", the market is incredibly oversaturated, and the consumer is blamed because the company isn't turning a profit.
and like - take even something digital like the tumblr "live streaming" function i just mentioned. that has to take up server space and some amount of carbon footprint; just so this brokenass blue hellsite can roll out a feature that literally none of its userbase actually wants. the thing that's the kicker here: even something that doesn't have a physical production plant still impacts the environment.
and it all just feels like it's rolling out of control because like, you watch companies pour hundreds of thousands of dollars into a remake of a remake of something nobody wants anymore and you're like, not able to afford eggs anymore. and you tell the company that really what you want is a good story about survival and they say "okay so you mean a YA white protagonist has some kind of 'spicy' love triangle" and you're like - hey man i think you're misunderstanding the point of storytelling but they've already printed 76 versions of "city of blood and magic" and "queen of diamond rule" and spent literally millions of dollars on the movie "Candy Crush Killer: Coming to Eat You".
it's like being stuck in a room with a clown that keeps telling the same joke over and over but it's worse every time. and that would be fine but he keeps fucking charging you 6.99. and you keep being like "no, i know it made me laugh the first time, but that's because it was different and new" and the clown is just aggressively sitting there saying "well! plenty of people like my jokes! the reason you're bored of this is because maybe there's something wrong with you!"
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Imagine Dynamight going to a school to be interviewed by the little children there, sitting down in one of the chairs in their classroom that is far too small for his hulking form but he sits down in it without complaint as the kids sit down in front of him with crossed legs.
And he loves it, because they have no filter— just like him, and they end up asking him the most blunt questions without hesitation. And some of the questions he’d never usually answer if they were coming from broadcasters or reporters, but he can’t lie to these kids so he keeps responding openly and honestly.
Even when one of the little girls asks “Mister Dynamight, do you have a girlfriend?”
It’s a rumour that’s been circulating for months as the media try to work out who the mysterious woman is in his life (if there even is one!) and it’s confirmed immediately when Bakugou answers with a, “Yeah, I do.”
And as his PR manager is having a meltdown in the corner, Bakugou’s grin is wide when the little boys in the room sound out a simultaneous chorus of “ewwwwwww”
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Jason: Ew, this tastes gross *turning to Dick next to him and holding it out to him* try it
Dick: What? No way, you just said it tastes gross, why would I try it?
Jason: fine *turns to Tim on the other side of him, holding it out* try this
Tim: *takes a bite* Yeah, disgusting
Damian: Oh please, Drake's a baby, let me try it
Tim: *passes it to Damian*
Damian: *Tries it* Eww, yeah, no, this is gross
Steph: *Takes it from Damian, trying it* makes me want to vomit, try it Cass
Cass: *Takes a bite* yeah no, please never get this again, you want some Duke?
Duke: Why not *takes a bite* Meh, it's not horrible, it's just not good
Dick: Well now I feel left out
Duke: *hands it to Dick*
Dick: *takes a bite*
Dick:
Bruce, in the background: *slaps his forehead* why are they like this
Jason: You wanna try Bruce?
Bruce, dad who feels bad when he says no to his kids: *pained smile* *through clenched teeth* Suuuure...
Dick: *hands it to Bruce*
Bruce: *takes a bite, spits it out into his napkin* Awful, truly atrocious, I'm going to sue, that was so awful
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Just saw someone on Twitter complain about the lack of Japanese people in Oppenheimer, and what did you expect??? Did you want the final act to be the bomb dropping and see people burning alive???
The reason why we don't see a Japanese perspective is because one, including a Japanese perspective, just to see how bad the suffering was would be exploitation. Two, to see an accurate and sensitive take on how the japanese felt about Oppenheimer, Christopher Nolan (as incredible as he is) isn't the right person to do this. And three, it's based on Oppenheimer's biography
Oppenheimer, the movie, literally shows you people (mostly the superiors, because by the middle/end of it you see Oppenheimer regretting his creation) doing something dubious and inhumane because they removed themselves away, both emotionally and physically, from the people they are hurting.
Nagasaki and Hiroshima only exist in those men's distant thoughts and imaginations. One guy literally asks to take a city off the bombing because that's where he had his honeymoon. It's disturbing and unsettling, as if those people were not real human beings. The lack of Japanese people drives the entire point home.
Also, Japanese cinema is right there. Barefoot Gen, Grave of the Fireflies, or Hiroshima (responsible for showing to many Americans the effects of the bombs for the first time) are just a few of the many, many decades of post-war Japanese movies we have
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erm, sorry in advance if I break any rules or if I requested when not allowed to or- uh yeah sorry if I fuck up
what if using the tweels as a living way of transport, like hanging of their shoulders with arms wrapping their neck, piggyback, legs around their head as they rest on the shoulders type of beat
(why the tweels..uh..cuz tall hehe)
Aww this was so cute! Don’t worry, you didn’t break any rules hehe. I hope you like this! Thank you for letting me write your request🫶
Carrying their s/o
Floyd x reader, Jade x reader
Do you really have a choice with Floyd?
He’s only too happy to accept your advances, wherever and whenever. Floyd bursts into rambunctious laughter whenever he feels your hands around his torso, your weight press onto him. Your warmth wrapping around his skin like the morning sun’s gentle rays.
Floyd tends to throw you up on his shoulders, jolting you around quite a bit. It makes you yelp, clinging on harder. Pulling yourself closer to him, close enough for you to feel every beat of his heart, every bob of his adam’s apple.
Clutching onto your legs, he’s dashing all around Night Raven College, head throw back. All impish grins and boyish laughter, a bundle of joy. Floyd loves making sharp corners, or stopping with a sharp jerk, laughing at your panic. He’ll glance upwards with a crooked grin, a smug smirk dancing across his lips, eyes alight with mischief.
“Scared, Shrimpy?”
Maybe he’ll even have a little nibble or two, teeth sinking into your thighs. Rows of razor sharp teeth grazing over your skin playfully. A nip has you squealing in surprise, hands fumbling around his upper torso for stability.
Floyd doesn’t mind it too much, Y’know? Put your hands wherever you like, shrimpy.
After all, it’s pleasant having you cling all over him for once.
Jade’s surprised, but he takes it in stride.
Whenever you fly at him, Jade’s arms are snaking around your torso. Lifting you upwards gently, cradling you towards his chest. You could feel his chest tremble, an amused chuckle echoing through his throat.
He rocks you around, sometimes weakening his grip on purpose. It’s fun to watch your eyes widen in fear, to feel your arms rush towards his shoulders, squeezing as tight as they can.
Once you’re all snugly hanging on to him (for your life), Jade tends to coo at you. Lowering his face, poking his nose against yours. Maybe even nibble both of your cheeks, the sharpness of his teeth making you shudder.
Jade will tease you for your frightened little yelps and squirms, laughing away in that deep, rich voice of his. You’re just like a little fish, lost in the sea, wandering into the open jaws of a predator.
You’re lucky it’s his arms that were open, not his mouth. Although Jade won’t lie, taking a bite out of you seems fun. Just kidding, pearl. Don’t get all mad now.
Well, Moray eels were known for never letting their prey go, even in death. Perhaps the same determination could apply to love, no? The ghost of a smirk flickering across his lips, Jade shoots you a playful smile.
Devotion… it’s in his nature. So don’t worry your little head, alright?
He’ll never let go of you, love.
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