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duckapus · 24 days

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When she actually has time to think about it later, she'll realize that it should've been impossible. All foreign code, from entire cities to a Pingas Head to something as small and inconsequential as a pen she'd borrowed from Wareach and forgotten to return, was supposed to have been left behind (and likely fizzle out of existence in the code-dense space between servers, if it hadn't been for a few particularly powerful visitors. not that Jayin knew that. not that she'd have cared if she did know) when the Connected Cosmos Company took GP's copy of the game back.

And yet, she'd found it, wedged in the bottom of the passenger seat collecting dust. A little red-and-white metal ball, scuffed and scratched from years of adventures with a tiny half-faded yellow lightning bolt painted on the front just above the button.

Most of the time, she has no idea what it is, what significance it holds. It's just a neat little curiosity, something to pull out of the glove compartment and fidget with when she needs to Do Something with her hands besides just steer but it's not safe enough outside to stop driving and tinker with the van. With how hectic things get sometimes she'll forget she even has it for days on end.

But in those rare moments, when the memories of her other life burst out of their cage, jumbles and raging and straining so hard at the chains pulling them back that it hurts and she can barely breathe, it becomes one of her last links to reality.

She takes shaky, shallow gulp of air, clutching Pikachu's Pokeball to her chest, and once again does her best to sort through the memories for as long as she still has them.

"M-my name is...Tulip Orpheus.

I am... seventeen years old.

I ran away from home when I was sixteen.

I'm... I am a... video game character...

Seven years ago, my game was...was filled with memes via a mod pack...to b-bring it to life.

I was seventeen when that happened. I am still seventeen because that is the age my character model was designed to be, and the people who modded my game haven't had a reason to change it yet.

I am an-an Avatar. I am the seventh Avatar.

This means that I am an anchor-point that keeps my game stable. If I... die, so does the rest of the world.

I have...two partners, who came with the mod pack. They help me st-stay alive, and they make art with the memes. This also keeps the game stable.

Their names are Super Meme Guardian 7 and Super Meme Guardian 10. They usually just use their initials because that's a mouthful.

There are currently...twenty? Yeah, t-twenty Avatars. But only across seventeen games. Two of them turned out to be evil and are in prison. Three of them died, but one came back. Two are...complicated. There was another complicated one, but that was fixed a few months ago.

I am friends with the other Avatars. I'm closest with a half-genie dancer named Shantae, a Pokemon trainer named Ash Ketchum, and a space-traveling alien delivery man named Captain Ol-Olimar.

I am being trained to defend myself by a Keyblade wielder named Sora."

Another, slightly steadier breath.

"My game...was created by the Connected Cosmos Company.

They took my copy of the game back, and put its data in a new game.

I don't know for sure, but I think they did it to three of the other Avatars too.

They tried to make me forget my time as an Avatar.

It only partially worked.

I don't know why.

I...I am alone." her vision gets blurry. She doesn't stop the tears, "I am not supposed to be alone anymore.

I am alone, I am in danger, and I am scared."

She feels the memories slipping away again, and grips the ball tighter.

"I... I am... real.

My memories are real.

My friends are Real.

MY FAMILY IS REAL!

They're real, and they're coming for me, and nothing will stop them.

And when they find me, I will never be alone again."

The bit of fire she found inside herself burns up far too soon, and she rapidly goes from determined to desperate as the cage door closes once more, "Please let them be real..."

A moment later, she looks around in confusion. She doesn't know why she's sitting on the floor of the van, or why she's been crying, or why she's holding that weird ball.

What she does know, is that she needs to get ready for another hard day of surviving the nightmare her world's become.

Not like someone's gonna swoop in and save her from it, after all.

#smg4 ocs #project thunder au #tulip #takes place before deep drive #doesn't matter exactly When before deep drive since as i implied this is something she does somewhat often #i don't know how pikachu's pokeball is there either it just seemed like the kind of tiny miracle that Pokemon Anime Bullshit could pull off #if tulip seems out of character that's because she's in a horrible situation with a severely scrambled brain #and fighting off a panic attack #you'd be out of character too #that thing about the memes potentially getting left to die when the smg universes get stolen->#->but getting saved by (presumably) visiting avatars has to do with a scene i want to write when we ACTUALLY start the arc itself

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foggyfanfic · 7 months

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Mirabel's Super Secret Adventure

Movie AU

Chapter Preview: How many secrets were Tío Bruno and Tía Leandra keeping? First the cracks, then Isabela, now this.

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7. Things Bruno Doesn't Talk About

Mirabel’s epiphany made her re-examine her wish to keep the cracks to herself. On the one hand, she really kind of wanted to be the person who fixed all this; on the other, if somebody in her family was really in that much pain…

Shouldn’t Mirabel focus on fixing it fast rather than by herself?

Reluctantly, Mirabel decided she would share what she’d learned with Tío Bruno. He, at the very least, would still allow her to help. If she told Abuela she would be thanked for bringing it to her attention, then told to go rest and let somebody else handle it.

After she finished helping her Pá teach Antonio, she headed over to Tío Bruno’s room and knocked on the door. This time, when she didn’t get an answer, she walked in. Tío Bruno had a tent hidden somewhere in the cave system that ran throughout his canyon, so if he wanted privacy he would just hide in his tent. As such, the kids in the family were always allowed to enter his room and hang out in his storytelling tent in the middle of his canyon’s oasis.

Mirabel ducked under his sand curtain and paused on the landing to shake the sand out of her hair. Octavia was down at the bottom of the canyon, using the sand to practice different gazebo designs. She paused halfway through making an octagon shaped gazebo to wave at Mirabel, then got back to work.

“What do you think?” Octavia asked, holding the sand in the shape that she wanted.

“I like the trellis siding,” Mirabel answered.

“Yeah, I don’t know, feels pretty basic,” Octavia frowned, then she grinned and with a few twitches of her fingers, the diamond shaped holes became hearts.

Mirabel frowned at the hearts.

“What? Too much?”

“No uh, it’s just,” she thought about biting her tongue, but she’d already told Amada, so she might as well keep flapping her mouth, “Isabela doesn’t want to marry him. She’s doing it for the family. Your Pá has a plan to fix things though.”

“Oh,” Octavia paused, then adjusted the hearts so they were in two parts with a jagged line in between them, “so, that better?”

Mirabel couldn’t help a dry chuckle, “Abuela would blow a gasket.”

Octavia giggled, “Yeah.”

Mirabel watched for a while as her cousin made gazebo after gazebo, each one slowly becoming more extravagant. Eventually Octavia was making entire gazebo palaces. It was a far cry from the sloppy houses she’d made in front of the town’s architect.

Most of the time, she wouldn’t have thought twice about it. A gazebo is a whole lot simpler than a house, after all. But with her mind still buzzing away, looking for problems large enough to cause all those cracks, she found herself eyeing the ease with which Octavia molded the sand.

Now that Mirabel was really thinking about it, Octavia seemed to be ten times better at using her gift whenever Abuela wasn’t watching.

“Octavia?” Mirabel asked, slowly.

“Yep?” Octavia chirped, adding another open air turret to the top of the gazebo's right wing.

“Do you… pretend to be worse at your gift when Abuela is around?”

The gazebo palace collapsed in on itself, Octavia slowly turned towards Mirabel, wide eyed. It was all the confirmation Mirabel needed.

She whispered, “Please don’t tell.”

“I won’t, I won’t, but… why?”

“Because I don’t want to end up like Luisa.”

“Like Luisa-? Oh.”

Octavia jerked her shoulders in a shrug, “By the time she was my age, she was already working eight hours a day. Now she doesn’t even get to finish breakfast half the time.”

Mirabel slowly nodded, to show that she’d heard her, then drifted over to the story telling tent. She entered the dimly lit haven and sat down on one of the many floor cushions. The tent flap opened, letting unfiltered light in, then closed and Octavia sat next to her, fiddling with a rock.

There was a long period of contemplative silence.

“Are you happy?” Mirabel eventually asked. Was anyone in their family truly happy?

“I am,” Octavia said, smiling a little, “although, sometimes I feel a bit guilty for hiding what I can do from everybody.”

“So everyday, when you practice with Tía Leandra?”

“We mostly just play around, experiment with my gift and stuff,” Octavia shrugged, “I am actually learning about architecture, I do want to make houses, but I want to be a kid first. You know?”

“When did you start pretending?”

“Pretty much immediately,” Octavia floated the rock in the palm of her hand and began running it through different shapes, “Má has always been-. The first thing I learned was all the ways to make a house poorly, right? Long run it means when I want to make a house well, I just don’t do any of the things I’d do to make it bad. Short term, I know exactly how to make it look like I don’t know what I’m doing.”

“And Tía Leandra has been helping you lie? This whole time?”

“It was my parents’ idea,” Octavia admitted, “well, I think it was Pá’s, but he’s not great at the whole, sneaky subterfuge thing, so Má has been handling it. Oh! Since you know now, you wanna see the Eiffel Tower?”

“Sure,” Mirabel said, faintly, mind still reeling. How many secrets were Tío Bruno and Tía Leandra keeping? First the cracks, then Isabela, now this.

Tío Bruno had said his gift meant he knew a bunch of stuff that wasn’t technically his business, even Amada had learned things through her limited sight that weren’t hers to tell. Dolores was the same way, she knew everything about everyone, and barely ever said a word. As Mirabel followed Octavia back out to the dessert portion of the canyon bottom, she wondered what her life would have been like if she had gotten a gift. Specifically a gift that made her privy to information she wasn’t meant to know.

Would she keep so many secrets too?

“Ok, so! The trick is to lift all the sand up then shape it as it falls,” Octavia said brightly, lifting what must have been a ton or two of sand, she tilted her head, “hold on, that’s a little too much.”

She separated out some of the sand and dumped it, then examined her giant sand cloud. She grinned and nodded and began releasing the sand a little at a time.

“I have to be careful to remember all the big clumps at the top, there’s rooms and stuff up there you know,” Octavia continued to narrate, glancing excitedly at Mirabel every few minutes to make sure she was paying attention, “and then I gotta make all the cross beams. On all four sides, too. See! Then I used to put this part that all the people can stand on half way down, but it’s more like a quarter of the way up. Riiiiiiiiight there! Now the legs are nice and thick, but if I make them too thick it looks really cartoony, so it’s got to be just the right level of thick. And ta-da! The Eiffel Tower!”

She held the tower steady with one raised hand and put the other one on her hip, grinning broadly at Mirabel.

“It’s amazing,” she told her, honestly. Because it was. The tower was about as tall as Tío Bruno’s canyon, and molded with such precision that Mirabel could make out all the little rivets, bolts, and screws holding it together.

“Yeah, I’m really good at this,” Octavia allowed the sand to fall in a controlled implosion, then turned back to Mirabel, “Sometimes I wish I could show off, you know? But I know the second I do I’ll pretty much just be Luisa the Sequel. Má and Pá always do a good job of acting impressed with me, and so do Amada and Gabe.”

“Wait, Gabe knows? And he hasn’t-?”

“Tattled? Of course not, you think he wants the townspeople treating one of his precious baby sisters the way they treat Luisa? Hell, if he could figure out how to get people to back off Luisa, he would.”

“Hold on, am I literally the last to know how overworked Luisa is?”

“Nah, pretty sure that’ll be Luisa herself,” Octavia lifted more sand and started making a statue of the family instead, “and your Má doesn’t know because she’s always working too, and Isabela doesn’t know because she’s always practicing being perfect, and Camilo doesn’t know because he’s always babysitting or entertaining the villagers, and I don’t think Tío Agustín or Tío Félix know because they got so many chores to do around the house.”

“But your parents know,” Mirabel filled in, “and they told you three?”

“Not really, Gabe noticed it by himself, and Má might have noticed it and told Pá. Or Pá told Má when he had that vision. I don’t know. But that’s how Amada and I found out, we saw Pá’s vision-. Wait… I maybe shouldn’t tell you about that.”

“What vision?”

“Um, nothing, no vision. Pá doesn’t have visions, he can’t even see!”

“Octavia, what vision?!”

She waved her hand and suddenly the sand gathered around her in a windowless dome. Mirabel tried digging into the sand, but it actively resisted her hands.

“Octavia!”

The dome didn’t budge.

Eventually, Mirabel put her hands on her hips and looked up towards Tío Bruno’s vision cave. She could barely see it from her place on the ground. Tío Bruno said that it got taller and taller every year, but had slowed down ever since he had started giving weekly story time to the kids.

Climbing up there was still the worst.

Which was exactly why Mirabel suspected that was where he stored any visions he didn’t want anyone to see. Nobody climbed up those stairs unless they had to. Tío Bruno had a secret passageway up there, but, well it was a secret passageway, not a well known passageway.

So, leaving the dome behind, Mirabel made her way to the stairs. She took a few deep breaths, then started the long journey up to the vision cave.

About halfway up, Mirabel wondered if she really needed to see this vision. It was about Luisa after all, not her. It probably wasn’t any of her business.

However, it might be connected to the cracks.

Or, it might give Mirabel some way to help her older sister.

Granted, if the vision could help Luisa in any way, Tío Bruno had probably already tried. But Mirabel would bet good money that the vision was about whatever warning Luisa had been ignoring. Maybe if she knew what was coming, she could give Luisa an extra push.

Three quarters of the way up, Mirabel paused to take a few more deep breaths, hands on her hips.

Almost there, she told herself, almost.

Steeling herself, she kept going.

She had to stop for another breather before crossing the bridge. If telling stories to kids had made the stairs slow in their growth, they needed to start making him tell stories once a day, then the stairs might actually shrink.

The bridge was thin, and felt pretty rickety. It was two lines of wooden planks side by side, suspended by some rough rope. Mirabel was just grateful there was a safety line on either side.

Carefully, Mirabel crossed the bridge, gritting her teeth as it swayed beneath her. She didn’t want to go too fast, but she definitely didn’t linger.

Mirabel could count on one hand all the times she’d been up here. And most of them were before the bridge had slimmed down to its current state. Usually when Tío Bruno gave personal visions, only he and Tía Leandra would come up. If he was giving one of his showy visions about fun stuff, he generally did it in the old river bed, so he could make the sand whirlwind as big as it needs to be to hold everybody in attendance.

As she entered the corridor to the actual cave, her eyes roved over the carvings on the wall. There were shelves full of incense and herbs, and a few vision tablets she recognized as being some of his favorite visions.

None of them featured Luisa.

Next, Mirabel eyed the big circular door. It looked heavy, but when she got her hands on the door knob, it swung open easily enough.

The cave beyond was about as dark as she expected, and, unsurprisingly, filled with sand. The only thing in the room other than sand and stone was a locked trunk. Mirabel propped the door open and walked over to the trunk, kneeling in front of it. The lock was a simple padlock, an old thing with a keyhole.

Mirabel glanced over her shoulder, then reached into her bag. She pulled out two of her thickest embroidery needles and began working at the lock.

Not that Mirabel had any experience with lock picking, of course. She had never ever, for random example, broken into a cupboard Abuela had hidden the good scissors in, or anything like that. It was purely beginner's luck that allowed Mirabel to open the padlock within minutes.

She placed the lock aside and opened the trunk. Sitting inside were three visions, stacked on top of eachother. The first was clearly very old and showed a much younger Tía Leandra wearing very little clothing; Mirabel wrinkled her nose and put that one aside. Underneath it was a vision showing Luisa standing by her pool, easily hefting Mariano over the water with one hand, and Dolores with the other. They were all laughing.

Mirabel cocked her head, she couldn’t think of a single reason why this vision would be hidden. Carefully, she picked it up, but when she held it up and changed the angle, the vision shifted to a much less cheerful image.

Instead, Luisa was now standing among rubble, clearly struggling to lift a section of wall off a crate.

Mirabel gasped as she started shifting the tablet back and forth, watching the happy scene appear and disappear.

Was Luisa going to lose her gift? Why?

Tío Bruno had apparently been telling Luisa she needed to relax, but how could her not relaxing lead to her gift going away?

And what was with the rubble?

Mirabel dropped the vision into her lap, staring into the middle distance. For a few seconds, all she could do was blink dumbly into nothing, trying to figure out what this vision meant. Then something caught her eye.

Was that her?

Slowly, heart beating in her ears, Mirabel reached into the trunk and pulled out the last vision. It was like the one of Luisa, if she held it one way, Mirabel was standing in front of a perfectly intact Casita, if she tilted it the other, Casita was falling to pieces behind her.

This must be how Tío Bruno found out about the cracks. This must be the vision he had that told them Mirabel had miracle magic for emergencies. Mirabel had always assumed the vision showed her fixing whatever was broken, that it ended with a happy image. This vision didn’t look happy, it didn’t even look certain.

She hadn’t even considered the thought that she might not succeed. That she might not fix the cracks. Of course she would, this was Encanto, and she was a Madrigal. Mirabel couldn’t let her familia or the village down.

Suddenly she remembered Dolores’ words of warning, “If you can’t live up to the village’s expectations” she had trailed off but the implication had been that you would end up like Tío Bruno. Hated by many, and blamed for things beyond your control.

After a few seconds of thought, she put the other two visions back, but kept the one about her.

Mirabel re-locked the trunk and hurried out of the cave, closing it behind her. She walked across the bridge as quickly as she dared, and had to struggle to keep herself from running down the stairs. When she was halfway down, she noticed that there were two more people standing at the bottom of the canyon.

Tío Bruno and Tía Leandra.

When they looked up and saw her they both smiled, Tío Bruno raising his hand to wave at her. Then they must have noticed the vision in her hand because Tía Leandra visibly grimaced and Tío Bruno’s hand stopped mid-wave.

To their credit, when she got to them, neither of them bothered to lecture her about snooping.

“I hope that’s not the one of me,” Tía Leandra said, Tío Bruno sent her a look, but she just flashed her cheekiest grin at him and he melted.

“I am honestly trying to forget I saw that, thanks,” Mirabel said.

“I uh I’m guessing that one is-,” Bruno rubbed nervously at his arm.

In answer, Mirabel held up the vision so they could see, “How do I fix things?”

The two adults exchanged a look, but didn’t respond. Octavia leaned as far forward as she could without losing her balance to see the tablet, then frowned, brows wrinkled.

“Do I, I don’t know, pray at the candle? Hug everybody in the family? What? How do I heal the cracks?”

“What cracks?” Octavia cut in. She must have been standing at an angle from which Casita was intact.

“The cracks in the walls,” Mirabel answered, eyes fixed on her Tío, “he’s been patching them for years but they keep growing.”

“You saw the cracks?” Tía Leandra looked a little more surprised then Mirabel would have expected.

“How’d you get past the hole?” Tío Bruno cocked his head.

“I used a ladder to climb down, walked across, then climbed back up.”

“A ladder…? We have a ladder that long?”

“Yeah, it’s not even ten feet deep.”

“Oh.”

They both stared at her in silence for a second.

“Bruno, darling?”

“Sí mi amor?”

“We might be stupid.”

“Sí mi amor.”

Mirabel lifted the tablet again, opening her mouth to insist Tío Bruno tell her more about his vision, but was cut off when Bruno’s door opened and Camilo’s voice bounced off the canyon walls, “Time for dinner!”

#Mirabel Madrigal #bruno madrigal #Encanto #Encanto AU #I have been waiting for 'We might be stupid' 'Si mi amor' for forever #the second I thought of Leandra and Bruno saying that I knew I needed to put it in somewhere #The goal was always for Leandra to make Bruno a better version of himself #but not perfect #so sometimes she's the same brand of ridiculous as him #if Leandra was there when Bruno said 'How do you save a family miracle? You hug a sister'#she would have been nodding sagely as if it was the wisest thing ever said #she may have even said out loud 'That's a good point'#Leandra has watched Bruno build a stage for his rats and her only complaint was that the curtains weren't real velvet

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vampkomori · 2 months

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aventurine has in fact personally blessed my pulls thank you

(the trick is to only have ratio in your team and go to the love hotel room)

#hsr #ive had completely average luck. but after getting his e1 he just kept coming #not to mention the amount of times ive won 50/50 IN A ROW?#7 TIMES ! SEVEN. its also my lucky number. thanks king #anyway i only planned to get his e2. bu then i had his e3. and i was like.........i can see how far this goes. for pookie #got his lightcone in one ten pull too you see. gacha is simply SO easy #he did bless me i think. that and my aventurine gem necklace. yes i have one. yes i bought it bc of him. we are not the same #i am not proud to say ive spent money but i AM proud to say that it was a lot less thank you think. i already had 300 pulls saved up #just for funsies.#now i do have to say i no longer have any pulls so what stands between me and getting topaz for friendship team shenanigans #is but a miracle and a dream #cough. anyway. if anyone wants to use e6s1 aven im on eu #his ult just nukes the enemy sometimes its really fuckign funny

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franeridan · 8 months

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focusing on that one panel of apoo being downright shocked and offended about the fact that law would help luffy since law's known for being ruthless and luffy's gonna be trouble for all supernovas in the future anyway to avoid thinking about the horrors

#listen to me #this is based on absolutely nothing but delusions but listen to me #law saw luffy do what he did and he knew luffy was gonna spearhead a new age #he was gonna be the instigator the main event #he saw him and saw someone who could turn the tides #you know how mihawk says luffy's got the most dangerous power #which is the power to make everyone he meets want to be on his side?#that's what happened with law #he saw luffy punch a celestial dragon for a friend and fight the world government for a brother and he Knew #luffy is his hope #i know i always say the same things but law doesn't care about being pirate king his interests don't conflict with luffy #his arc started the moment he met luffy on sabaody he saw luffy and he thought he might just be the one #to save me to help me to make my dream come true #he says so in dressrosa law sees luffy as a miracle worker he trusts in him the way the crew does #out of all supernovas law is the only one that decides to wait before entering the new world and he KNEW luffy was waiting too #he was waiting for him!!! Of Course he couldn't just let him die!!!!!#oh I'm insane about them i really am

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cornertheculprit · 1 year

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something i think is equal parts funny and sad is that in the bad ending of 2-4 phoenix says that he never sees maya again, and then goes on to say that a few days later is when he hears the results of adrian andrews' trial. like if you look at the phrasing it seems to imply that he hit the streets the minute he left the courthouse and didn't see maya for 0.2 seconds and then was like "i'll never see her again" because she didn't magically show up in front of him and then started avoiding him to obviously deal with the fallout of an innocent person getting convicted for her sake. it's mostly sad though.

#maybe it's my own brain talking but i don't think maya would have stayed away forever. she knows what being left behind is like too well #for that. and besides when godot ended up killing her own mother (who was Also innocent) for her sake she still said she believed in him #yes they're two different situations and should be viewed as such i'll acknowledge that. however.#for better or for worse. i think maya would come back eventually.#of course the state she would find phoenix in depends on how literal he meant his whole 'chooses death' thing #because again. while there is evidence in canon suggested that edgeworth never meant it That Way and that #phoenix and franziska on some level Knew That... there is no such evidence concerning phoenix. and he is in such a bad place #in the bad ending of 2-4. he's wandering the streets alone. he's given up on 'miracles' and most importantly of all #Maya Is Gone. he saved her life but lost HER. and everything combined is enough for him to do something drastic i think #but that's just me musing. who knows!!!!

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homophyte · 7 months

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can i be so honest. every critique ive read of nope so far has been very lacking

#myposts #genuinely it seems like the only way people feel comfortable with interacting w this film is through the lens of 'spectacle bad'#without ever really defining what 'spectacle' means for the record!#it often takes of these contradictory meanings even in the same sentences which makes the whole thing feel worse bc like #i dont think YOU know what YOURE talking about #and the same w how the movie talks about race #earnestly if the only thing u think it has to say about race is like. people of color are either excluded from or tokenized in hollywood #then ur going to have to square that w ur critique that spectacle is bad end of sentence #is it the characters saving grace that they are exempted from an exploitative industry or should that industry be exploiting them??#bc if ur saying hollywood is bad bc excluding ppl of color + spectacle exploitation u seem to be implying that we should want #people of color to be spectacized and tokenized. and i dont think most people making those statements would agree w that #i genuinely think its the fault of this overreliance on the word spectacle as the thing that holds it together #which sucks actually bc i havent even seen people super digging into the word itself and how fascinating its usage as the bad miracle is #idk. i think theres more to the movie--way more--than just the sin of looking #witnessing and understanding through the look is so significant and so good in it. it is OJ looking at emerald him Seeing her #that gives jean jacket its name. its recognization #we learn to be less afraid of the monster when we understand it--when we see it--and know it doesnt want to be looked at #do you see what i mean?#and thats aside from how it complicates the black horror narrative itself--how it highlights desperation induced by poverty #induced by racism and racially justified disregard as legitimate problems that cant be solved by galacybraining 'nopeing' out #they try to leave--and try to Not Look to abandon the spectacle as spectacle based critique says is the main concept of the movie #and thats not possible. it doesnt work. they go back and going back necessitates looking and engaging w spectacle #like literally the answer is not as simple as 'to spectacalize is Wrong' bc the victorious endstate of the movie #is for these characters to reclaim the history of spectacle theyre denied by disenfranchisement. she takes the frame by frame pictures #their names are attached to it forever and cant be forgotten as the jockey is. how can you square that?? honestly #idk. just watching this yt video where some white woman is talking about how nope is about and only about the entertainment industry #its just not the whole picture

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timegears-moved · 1 year

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guess who's really fucking stupid (<-this guy)

#bwark #i. may or may not have accidentally deleted my user folder from my computer like a goddamn idiot #fortunately after a bit of working on it ive recovered a lot and i can still work stuff #im not a tech wiz so this is a fucking miracle for me #unfortunately. i lost my reborn save files. including my 100% file. right after completing it #guys. guys. you know how im severely mentally ill? well im considering doing another 100% file #i feel like ill die if i don't #im unfortunately hyperfixated atm so i dont actually mind #i prommy i wont talk about it as much this time unless im thinking about taka

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mariiposas · 1 year

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tags - general

#fantastical and magical ~ in character #a glowing constellation ~ promo #answer roundup ~ asks #how do i save a miracle ~ starter call #let's go let's go ~ plotting call #un ceptional ~ ooc #i can hear them now ~ dash commentary #arepas ~ memes #behind the walls ~ lore #just as special ~ headcanons

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the-angel-of-the-bottomless-pit · 1 year

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best part about working at the achievements and playing postal so much though is seeing all the weird glitches and shit that happened. Like when i left grenades outside the gimp vault and it fucking killed dude in the cutscene so he never actually kicked open the vault and his sad limp corpse was just. LAYING THERE i was SO mad because i was EXHAUSTED of playing and dying at that point but honestly that stupid shit happening made it fun. (and yeah did it take me until my 3rd-to-last time playing the game I NOW HAVE OVER 300 HOURS ON to figure out you could just drop grenades for enemies to step on until throwing them? YES. YES I DID.)

and also like. figuring out what landscape stuff you can glitch through like that rock outside winter wonderland like i could stand IN IT and hide from all the hostile postal difficulty shitheads

THE AXE IS YOUR BEST FRIEND DOING POSTAL DIFFICULTY TOO I STG. THE AXE CARRIED. i got through a lot of enemy-heavy spots by hiding on the other side of a doorway so i could smack them with the axe without getting shot because they had to follow me in and i could get them before they could turn around and hit ME and once they got a limb hacked off and dropped their weapon i was no longer taking 2 million damage a second because holy SHIT you lose health fast as FUCK on that difficulty

also the first aid kits in that one dumpster by the stairs load zone saved my fucking LIFE a multitude of times AND i could also hide in there crouching until either a; the enemies fucked off or b; ENOUGH fucked off i could come out frantically swinging, lose some health and get some loot/ barely escape with my life into another loadzone if it was REALLY going bad

one of the hardest parts was in 2 when you get crammed in the gimp suit and loose all your shit because the rednecks would hostile on you as soon as you got out of the box and all you have is a shovel which takes like 3 hits to get them to STOP PELTING YOU TO DEATH with bullets (and it didn't help i. may have not gone in with full health which i would say is a big big no no bad because you need. every. bit. of health. you have.) so you'd get one and then the other would just kill you. sometimes you just get fucked left and right until luck favors you and you get a good health drop that really saves your ass like a health pipe. like on the weekend after the pigeon task i had two military guys just pelting me the second i loaded into the next bit and i'd be dead before i could even jump or turn. i didn't have a save anywhere even CLOSE to that day and would have to redo a bunch of shit so instead of doing that my stubborn ass just kept at it frantically trying to jump and get away AND EVENTUALLY, IT HAPPENED.

And then there was one time i stepped out of winter wonderland and one just getting one-shot killed by something every time i loaded and i just kept at it reloading and frantically mashing buttons and eventually SOMEHOW got away

#barking and foaming at the mouth #speaking of figuring out things; playing on that difficulty did make me EXTREMELY aware of where every catnip spot is lmaoo i needed it #ALL of it #and you know in the regular 2 there's no vending machines to buy that stuff from so it was just SCROUNGE SCROUNGE SCROUNGE #QUICKLY DART INTO ANOTHER AREA SO IT AUTOSAVES #scrounge scrounge scrounge (get slaughtered and sent back to last save) SCROUNGE SCROUNGE SCROUNGE; AH FUCK IT IM NOT DOING THAT ALL OVER #shit ass guide nobody asked for LMAOO and i did learn most of the tips from studying steam discussions about the game #frantic jumping and thrashing until miracles occur is all me though baybe it's the freak the fuck out until it fixes itself strat #that's how i have to play most games anyway even games that don't have glitches i will play SO fast and WILD i'll make my own glitches

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albonium · 1 year

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i have the second adhd assessment appointment tomorrow i'm scared lol

#what if i do have it? then what #what do i do #it's not like i can just flick a switch or work on it #and idk how i feel about maybe taking a treatment #last time i had to take a treatment for mental health reasons it did help (and probably saved me lol) but i was feeling very weird #and i can't take a treatment in a consistant enough manner i always forget #it's a miracle my thyroid is doing better

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comradecowplant · 2 years

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Lmao so I used MCCC to turn autonomous proposals/marriages on because it's so sad how none of the townies ever ever get together unless I futz with them one by one, and I am currently so fucking tickled because in the new save I started, Katrina Caliente IMMEDIATELY got married.... to Kristopher Volkov, and abandoned Dina & Nina for Moonwood Mill 🤣

#maybe there is a way to influence longterm relationships more without mods that i just dont know about bc I'm still pretty new to the game #but its so sad how unless a townie is born from cas with a partner they just stay single forever :(#they stay single and then dopt 4 toddlers in their 1 bedroom trailer I'M LOOKING @ YOU JOHNNY ZEST #by some miracle bella goth isnt being a baby factory in this save wow its been 3 in game weeks and she's only just had one #🥺 i just think my little guys who live in the computer and make the silliest and/or out of character decisions are neat okay 🥺#world makes sad sims make happy #except when they infuriate me they do also do that quite often lol but at least its usually for funny reasons #like father winter ruining my main fam's winterfest by RUNNING ACROSS THE NEIGHBORHOOD TO GRILL INSTEAD OF GIVING MY GOOD BOIS PRESENTS 😡😡#anyway the point is sims make odd choices that often nspire new storytelling twists and now i cant wait to turn katrina into a werewolf :)#OH I FORGOT THE OTHER FUNNY THING ABOUT KATRISTOPHER so i made the same changes in my other save file and kris also IMMEDIATELY got hitched #to a rangen sim ALSO named catrina and she also had red hair??? damn kris got a type i guess....#sims 4

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star-ocean-peahen · 9 months

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After watching Cinderella (the original animated movie, which was my favorite as a child), it strikes me how it solves many common problems people have with this fairy tale. Like:

Why did they try to identify the mystery girl using her shoe size? Because the bullheaded king's only clue to her identity was the shoe the Grand Duke picked up off the steps.

Why didn't the prince recognize her by her face? Because his father wouldn't involve him in the process at all, and wasn't the one going around trying to find her.

Why did the prince want to marry a lady he only met that night? Because his father was going to force him to marry someone, and he genuinely liked this woman.

Why did Cinderella want to marry a man she only met that night? Because marriage was her best and most secure way to freedom. Fucked up, but you can't say it's unrealistic for the setting of a fairy tale. She also genuinely liked him.

If they're using the slipper to find her, wouldn't it be more sensible to search for the person with the other slipper? Yes. The King is purposefully nonsensical and the Duke is purposefully terrified enough of him to carry out his orders to the letter. Furthermore, they end up doing that in the end anyway, because the Duke's glass slipper is shattered, and Cinderella brings out the one she has to prove her identity.

Why didn't the stepmother and stepsisters recognize Cinderella at the ball? Because they were dancing too far away, and then left the party to dance in private, which was possible because the King wanted very badly for his son to hit it off with someone and tried to arrange the best conditions for that to happen.

Why didn't Cinderella save herself? Because in real life, abuse victims should not have to shoulder that responsibility, and usually can't. In real life, you need and deserve an external support system. Asking for help, in this kind of situation, is very important. She is saved by others because she is loved. Because she is not alone. Because she has friends who love her, and want her to be happy and safe and free. Because in real life, people who want to help someone who is suffering are like the mice. We can't pull out miracle solutions, but we can provide companionship and if we're in the right place at the right time, we can help the person find a better life.

Why didn't the fairy godmother save Cinderella from her abusive household, or try to help her sooner? Because she's magic, and magic can't solve your problems. Quote: "Like all dreams, well, I'm afraid it can't last forever." This (and Cinderella's dream of going to the ball) is a metaphor for pleasurable things in bad circumstances. An ice cream won't get rid of your depression, but it will provide you with momentary happiness to bolster you, as well as the reminder that happiness in general is still possible for you. Cinderella doesn't want to go to the ball so she can get away from her stepmother and stepsisters, or so she can meet someone to marry and leave with. She wants to go to the ball to remind herself that she can still have things she wants. That her desires matter. This is important because the movie does a very good job of illustrating Lady Tremaine's subtle abuse tactics, all of which invisibly press the message that Cinderella doesn't matter. While going to the ball and fulfilling her dreams may not be a victory in the material sense, it is still a victory against Lady Tremaine's efforts.

Why is Cinderella's choice to be kind and obedient framed as a good thing, when you are not obligated to be kind to your abuser? This one walks a very fine line, but I think the movie still makes it make sense. Lady Tremaine never acknowledges her cruelty. She always frames her punishments of Cinderella as Cinderella's fault. Cinderella is interrupting, Cinderella is shirking her duties, Cinderella is playing vicious practical jokes. Cinderella is still a member of the family, of course she can go to the ball, provided she meet these impossible conditions. Lady Tremaine's tactics are designed to make Cinderella feel like she must always be in the wrong and her stepmother must always be in the right. If Cinderella calls her stepmother out on her cruelty, or attempts to fight back, Lady Tremaine can frame that as Cinderella being ungrateful, cruel, broken, evil, etc. If Cinderella responds to her stepmother's cruelty defiantly (in the way she's justified to), she's not taking control out of Lady Tremaine's hands. Disobedience can be spun back into her stepmother's control. She wants Cinderella to be angry and sad and show how much she's hurting. So since Cinderella is adapting to her situation, she chooses to be kind. Not only because she naturally wants to be and it's part of her personality, but because it is a form of defiance in its own way, and it allows her to keep a reminder of her agency and value. Her choice to be kind is her chance to keep her own narrative alive: she is not obeying because her stepmother wants her to and she has to do what her stepmother does, but because she wants to. It's a small distinction, but one that makes all the difference in terms of keeping her hope and identity. (Fuck, I wrote a whole paragraph about how this doesn't mean you can't be angry at people who hurt you or that you need to be kind to deserve help, and then deleted it by accident. Uh. Try again.) Expressing anger and pain is an important part of regaining autonomy and healing. Although it is commendable to be kind while you are suffering, it is NOT required for you to get help or be worthy of help. If Cinderella's recovery was explored beyond "happily ever after" she would need to let herself be angry and sad to heal. Cinderella is not only kind because it comes naturally to her, but because it's her defense against the abuse she's suffering. Everyone's story and experiences are different, and one does not invalidate the other.

Bonus round for answers that aren't part of the movie:

Why didn't Cinderella run away? Where would she go? Genuinely, in hundreds-of-years-ago France, where would she go if she snuck out of the window with a change of clothes? With her step-family, she's miserable and abused, but she's fed, clothed, and in no danger of dying or being taken advantage of by anyone other than her stepmother and stepsisters. Even if she escapes and manages to find financial security, her stepmother might be able to find her and get her back.

Why didn't Cinderella burn the house down with them inside it/slit their throats in the night/poison their food/etc.? Because that's a revenge fantasy, and this story is a fantasy about being saved. There's nothing wrong with making Cinderella into a revenge fantasy. That's perfectly fine, as long as you acknowledge that the other type of fantasy is also a valid interpretation. (I mean, the original fairy tale features the stepsisters getting their feet mutilated and all three of them getting their eyes pecked out, so go for it.)

Why isn't Cinderella more proactive in general? Because she's a child who has been abused for the back half of her life, who has had to be focused on survival because. you know. she's an abused kid.

How did she dance in glass slippers? Gotta agree with you there man, that's weird.

#cinderella #cinderella (1950)#fairy tales

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