#interest. like i have put genuine TIME and THOUGHT into analyzing this.. and its kind of become my HEARTT and SOULL!!!!!!

[scaryfilm]

Hi. good lord.

#Hi do u ever have a dynamic in something that means so much to u. like it means so much to u in ur heart #and it is just SOO important to u. ok yes this is MEE this is me rn #but like.. i get RLY nervous talking abt it because it IS something i care abt very deeply and it definitely goes BEYOND just a general #interest. like i have put genuine TIME and THOUGHT into analyzing this.. and its kind of become my HEARTT and SOULL!!!!!! #and like i want to talk abt it with friends but i feel kind of IDK vulnerable doing that?idk my brains weird #like.. id love to talk abt but the thought of the person im talking to NOT rly understanding why i feel the way i do abt it..ERM like. #turns me off abt it I GUESS... #so often times i wont talk abt this thing. because i am very passionate abt it and if the other person isnt as passionate abt it as i am #i get like. weird.....Idk im a freak #idk this is a vent but not rly a neg one? #just me spilling my thoughts

[mamadarama]

I was going through some posts I missed and came across the “tatsumi is mature but still does 19 year old things” and I just wanna say I’ve never been able to put it into words when my friends ask but like. That’s exactly what I love about this game.

We’ve got scandals and drama and weird crypto currencies and convoluted backstories of implied murder or identity theft or military shit or relations to underground gang activity or so SO much more and yet the writers still succeed in reminding you that this is a game full of high schoolers.

Natume was one of the five oddballs and suffered through so much during the war where it affects him to this day, but he also refers to his tech savvy and love of the occult as magic and loves the junior he “adopted” to death. Despite Aira struggling against every odd to become a real idol he still buys merch and looks on the internet to look for content of the ones he likes. Rinne was destined to become the monarch of his homeland but ran away in an attempt to find happiness and acceptance and is an amazing strategist who uses it to take down corruption, but his sense of humor is entirely made up of sex jokes and romantic teasing like Aira being “hiiro’s little girlfriend”. The amount of characters that assign themselves the mom friend role just because. Trickstar. I don’t think I need to explain Trickstar-

Like this game has made me cry so many times and it has its ridiculous moments but it also has its genuine ones while also being the most teenage shit I’ve seen in my life and I feel like so few media can balance those and still have a decent story like that. Sorry for the long ass post I just have so many feelings about this kind of stuff 😭

YEAH this is exactly what i was talking about in a previous ask when i said i have nothing meaningful to add to the enstars cast that isnt a headcanon . its all very well thought out and the interpersonal relationships are nuanced enough to feel realistic but outlandish enough to be interesting .

worldbuilding and character design is one of my special interests and i say this any chance i can get: the most important part of building a character (and a story in general) is realizing the importance of comedic irony and comedy as a whole regardless of genre or tone. it makes characters feel more 3 dimensional and relatable because people arent stagnant and theres multiple facets to any individuals personality (this is also why some of the most popular animes of all time have filler episodes or funny bits that show the characters personalities, every event hits with 3x emotional impact the more you know about the characters as people but that's a different discussion) enstars does a really good job of this . like for example if wataru were to have had a realistic reaction to eichi starting the war it wouldnt be nearly as good of a story. the fact that eichis ridiculous ass backwards plan to get wataru to fall in love with him actually worked is a perfect example of comedy used to make a story more interesting. another thing similar to this is how sometimes its better to not detail something and let characters do things for a mundane reason or even no reason at all . for example subaru hating chiaki just because he annoys him, or shinobu being on the broadcasting team despite his character not being associated with technology otherwise and therefore having no real backstory on why he likes radio stuff. its all really well planned worldbuilding with an insane amount of subtle details , which is why enstars is one of my favorite stories to analyze . the only thing i could possibly want more out of it is hardcore tragedy but thats entirely a personal preference rather than a critique because im a slut for catharsis and i love sad endings , especially ones where characters die . (don't worry im in therapy)

#ask #anon

[capcavan]

okay anon from that one ask you reblogged i think i might have worded that a little wrong. its less about prettying him up or making fun content of him and more of a lot of people with few select exceptions either ignoring riko as a character because hes a bad person (majority) or ignoring rikos actions (which i have seen, though not often at all). i personally love your riko content, youre like one of the only people in the aftg fandom not afraid to do anything with him and explore his character. and this is not an attack on you or how you see riko but i wish more people took the time to analyze him. i have so many thoughts about riko that i’m afraid to say in case of backlash, but i really wish there was more content only how other people see him too. i mean i get it hes a bad person and people dont like him but hes also a character. he isnt real riko moriyama will not jump you if you talk about him. sorry if that doesnt make sense when i sent that ask it was not about you at all

hi! please do not take my messages as some attempt at discourse i just believe that topics like this should not be left vague because different people put different amount of attachment to details [me for example due to my history in this fandom i do get pretty sensitive when vague things are said this way so i might have taken the general conversation personally but hey i am defensive of my little menace! someone has to! ] I'm glad you enjoy my stuff! > i have so many thoughts about riko that i’m afraid to say in case of backlash Feel free to spam my inbox or i can add you on discord dm? i love talking about the lil bitch!!!! >or ignoring riko's actions (which i have seen, though not often at all) see this is the thing i am interested in because i OBSESSIVELY follow riko content , i spend DAYS brushing riko moriyama tag and digging up bunch of old abandoned blogs and i just never saw someone make claims like this! (id know i woudl def try to make friend with them lmao) I'm sorry if my approach to this case is dismissive maybe i really missed it but it kind of just feels like generalization of people saying ,, he did nothing wrong" as a meme , nobody who can read would actually genuinely believe this But please let me just say up front - i like talking about things and having discussion its not argument drama or discourse okay? no hard feelings anywhere , i really really am happy to be proved wrong (bc this means there is riko content somewhere out there i had not found yet GIVE ME )

#riko moriyama

[ace-robot-has-matcha]

Okay I’m gonna talk about the Samurai Rabbit show

So first of all I read a lot of the old comics before I started watching the show. Putting that out there because some people think it’s not valid to analyze an adaptation when they don’t have context of the source material. This is incorrect, but not the point.

I was excited to have an animated series (as we all were). And I'll admit, when I first turned it on, I was kind of turned off. It took me a little while to really get into it. As such, I'll totally understand people who just didn't find it for them. I'm just here to talk about my experience watching (most) of the show. Because I hardly hear anything about this show online; I either see Rise of TMNT crossovers (a much more popular fandom) or see a lot of people really hating this show. Whenever I see that kind of attitude for a reboot/adaptation, I always wonder how much of the backlash is that phenomenon of people hating it on principle and not appreciating its merits. So I'm going to say this:

Did I want a show that captured the epic scale and action of the original? Absolutely.

However, did I still like the show outside of that context? I'd honestly say yes. I enjoyed a lot of aspects of the show, and I'd like to discuss them.

The world was pretty fun. I'm a sucker for traditional old timey x cyberpunk aesthetics. It was an interesting direction for Usagi, so it kept my attention. This was also true for the way it reimagined some of the characters. I mourn the loss of Tomoe, but I think the characters they chose for the "main team" made for a diverse group. The same goes for some of the new characters, too. The sentient car and the bird yokai were some standouts. While everyone knows the animation is not stellar, I thought a lot of the character designs were quite nice. If it had been 2d animated with the same designs, it would have looked a lot better. Sometimes the writing was kind of funny, beyond typical "kid show" stuff. It was also surprisingly brutal sometimes, too. Like, they really went with "They'll be cleaning you off the walls when I'm done with you." The lore and story was so wild. I mean "evil aliens from another dimension and we have to fight it with the magic sentient rock" is absolutely crazy. But that's what was fun about it!

So generally, I had a really fun time with this show. Everything about it was so wild and insane (even outside of the context of the comics) that I couldn't not have fun with it. While it wasn't always executed that well, I liked a lot of what they were trying to do and generally enjoyed watching the show. I even thought aspects of the show were genuinely good. It really did remind me of ROTMNT in that way. I can see why they're often compared.

#tbh i'm just kind of tired of only seeing rise crossovers #i like rise a lot but can i just see content about the regular show? #usagi yojimbo #usagi yuichi #usagi chronicles #samurai rabbit #rotmnt #tv review

[aemiron-main]

hiiii I just want to say sorry about all these people jumping down your throat about your edward creel posts. Regardless of whether you're right or not (i think you are lol), your theories and posts are VERY well researched and well written, and also soo entertaining. how can people be upset that you've been consistently creating content during a hiatus? would they rather everyone just shut up and let the fandom fall to the shadows? truly unfathomable to me. yours and henrysglock's posts have been the only thing keeping my interest in stranger things all these months. anyway sorry I sort of rambled I just wanted you to know I appreciate the thought put into your posts and I'm really thankful to have people in this fandom who are still creating new ideas and theories even after more than a year of no new content. have a great day 🩷🧡

AHHHHHHHHHHH HELLO THANK YOU THIS IS SUCH A SWEET MESSAGE OMG 😭💗💗 YOUVE MADE MY DAY!!! First of all, HELLO FELLOW EDWARD TRUTHER 🤝🤝🤝🤝 a d second of all THANK YOU AGAIN HEHEHDH IM KICKING MY FEET AND GIGGLING!!! I really appreciate that because I do try really hard to keep my analysis (not the fanon stuff which ppl seem go somehow conflate with analysis sometimes) evidence-based and well-researched but also relatively easily/fun to read, so I really really love hearing that!!

And right?? I genuinely don’t understand why people are so upset about others delving into things!!!! I really think many of them would rather that people just shut up & let things fall to the shadows & take everything at surface value. Like even if I’m 100% wrong about every single thing, at least I made an effort to look deeper, yknow? That’s the thing for me, it’s not even about right vs wrong or dumb vs smart, it’s about being willing to take the time to even try to dig a little deeper into things before committing to surface level judgements. IM GLAD YOU AGREE BC ITS TRILY UNFATHOMABLE TO ME TOO LIKE I LOVE SEEING ALL THE THEORIES AND THOUGHTS FROM PEOPLE!!!!! Like I’ve said before, I don’t mind a super long delay for S5 because it means i get to keep having fun making theories and seeing other peoples’ theories!!!

IM SO GLAD THAT ME AND JAMES HAVING BEEN KEEPING YOU INTERESTED IN ST OMG <<<333 I have SO many more analyses in the drafts (seriously, like, content drought WHO??? i could analyze this show for the rest of my life) and so there will be lots more to come!! And James really does have such great posts, I am 4ever grateful for his brilliant analysis and friendship, seriously, i probably wouldve just stayed in my hole not posting very much analysis after the initial backlash if i didnt have james and stav to rant to!!! (and on that note I also recommend the beloved and iconic stav @heroesbyler for some more wonderful posts!!! stav is very much Onto the duffers/a fellow edward enthusiast)

Omg no worries at all about rambling/no need to apologize!! This is such a kind message to send and I really appreciate you taking the time to send it to me!!! Just!! THANK YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! <<333 I’m also so thankful for the fellow theorists who keep putting out their thoughts & for people like you who are so thoughtful, kind, and supportive!!! Stranger Things is so rich with subtext and things to analyze and it’s really a shame that some folks are so opposed to digging into it. Like i said, even if I’m wrong, I still had a blast digging through the show and trying to piece things together!!!

Thank you!!! I hope you have a great day too!! <<<3333

#stranger things #st anons

[dyketubbo]

Transfem CWilbur hcs. Now.

why anon i am so glad you would honor me with this request

i think that cwilbur would probably keep her name because she looked up like name meanings and shit and was like hoooolllyyy shit my name is cool as fuck actually. i do also like the idea of her having a name based off of one of wilburs songs though. i admittedly misremembered vienna as sienna but i think both are cute so either of those also work as names for her

cwilbur to me is very like. obviously she knows about trans people her son is trans (i also like to see cclingy as trans but ctommy would have not transitioned yet and ctubbo just doesnt think to tell anyone if they dont think its necessary) and shes very proud of him! but shes also like. well at least fundy enjoys being a man because i sure dont this is miserable and everyone within a 5 mile radius immediately raises an eyebrow. i think being in pogtopia fucked her up about it because she started seeing people as being Afraid of her and for a reason she couldnt place being a Big Scary Crazy Man hurt in more ways than one but she was spiralling too hard to really analyze those feelings

and then in limbo all she Has is her own thoughts. and she comes back and shes manic and she considers telling everyone but but but but. tommy is looking at her with a shocked expression and tubbo isnt even talking and the new kid is trying to shield tubbo from her and suddenly all the feelings from pogtopia start rushing back and shes like oh. not enough to stop the mania but enough to sting hard enough, like a pin that she puts in the thought itself for another time

i thought the utah reveal was very funny. i also wish wilbur got to talk to more people, and i think that itd be interesting for him to talk to ghostboo whos like god i was SO scared for people to know this "real me", the me that everyone would be scared of, but now that i dont care about any of that anymore im free!! and wilbur would also talk to like. idk various others including more genuine convos with eret and with all of it eventually shes able to get to a calm resolution of. i need to be somewhere else when things are good enough that i can leave

and cdream dies (<-fully talking in terms of my rewrite now) and wilbur makes sure tommy is okay and everything and Then something similar to the utah reveal but like. slightly less mentally ill happens. wilbur is still sorta vague and tommy gets panicked and pissed thinking wilburs about to commit suicide again and wilburs like oh god no i just. i need to be somewhere else to change without everyones eyes on me. i dont like this me i think theres something deep inside me thats broken and im trying to repair it but i cant repair it if im This me. and tommy talks about how its all just One wilbur, just going through changes like everyone else but tommy and the people who matter love wilbur, no matter what kind of wilbur hes being, because hes still himself and thats the person they love, no general or president or ghost from the past, just wilbur. whoever he wants that person to be yada yada

and it sort of Clicks for wilbur in a sense. oh, this is all just one me, and im in charge. and people stick by me because im me no matter how much i change. and i think i know what changes i need to make (around this point is like. i think this would trigger the acceptance of ghostbur in a sense. i have complicated feelings about the ghosts but just know he and wilbur would truly be the same person through and through now). but i still need to go away for a bit. just a little. and tommy trusts her and she leaves for a bit and takes hrt and takes a while just to know that she likes the changes and when she does know she likes the changes she decides ok. this is who i want to be. this is Me. and comes back eventually to heal with everyone else too

misc hcs: i think she would actually prefer relying on hrt and breast forms to full top surgery. also dont think hed care about bottom surgery. she would still like her big coats and sweaters but she'd also wear skirts more often. maybe not dresses though unless its a formal event. also think she would grow out her hair a bit but not that much. in general like.. she doesnt change That much. shes still wilbur soot. but shes happier now and she looks more comfortable, like this is the self that she wants to be. i think she would feel like whatever broke inside her was slowly being patched back together

(and eventually, she realizes there was never anything broken about her in the first place. and she sits on a balcony and she still gets an intrusive thought about jumping but she knows she doesnt want to, not anymore. shes alive, and shes herself, and shes making the most of it.)

#angel answers #wilbur #dsmp #transfem c!wilbur #ig i may as well make a lil tag for her huh #vienna soot #<-just for tagging purposes if i talk about her in the future #jubilee is also a cute one but that would be very mentally ill to get her name from the song directly about suicide #even if itd be interesting as a 'death of the old self' type metaphor #but i think wilburs story works best as an acceptance of the self. no more suicide. no more death. just learning how to enjoy life again. #or maybe even for the first time

[thetaekookcloset]

I noticed some people say that Jimin looked uncomfortable with TKs closeness during the vlive but I don’t see it. I don’t know if you have any thoughts on that or if it’s just shippers over analyzing things like we sometimes do. You’ve also talked about it a few times of how close Jimin and JK are with each other and don’t see it romantically like others do, and I agree. It seems more like a big brother, little brother kind of relationship to me where they poke fun at each other relentlessly. If anything Jimin seems more close to Hobi out of any of the other members. I don’t know if you’d agree, but I think even Yoongi said something about Jimin and Hobi’s closeness during their festa dinner and it definitely seems that way to me. I’ve also been looking more into jkk to see what the hype is about but I just don’t get it or see anything remotely looking like a relationship, not in the way I see TK. Sorry for the random, jumbled ask, just wanted to put my thoughts out there lol.

No worries, anon, I love it when people reach out to share their random thoughts!

I didn’t notice Jimin looking uncomfortable in that live either.  I’ll pay closer attention when I watch it again once subs are up, but personally, I’m inclined to think he was probably fine.  Like you said, I believe Jungkook and Jimin are close but just that they don’t have a romantic relationship.

I don’t know that they necessarily seem like brothers to me (I’ve said before that the two who seem to embody that the most in the group are Jungkook and Jin) but they do sort of seem like bro-y best friends.

There are some elements, between them, of the softness that I see between Jimin and Taehyung, but I think part of their particular friendship is that teasing and shared sense of humor that they lean into when they’re together.  They have this dynamic where they push each other a bit, and that adds tension to their interactions, which is what I think their shippers are picking up on.

Plus obviously they’ve had some suspicious moments over the years, but when I look at those in the larger context of their relationship, they’re all ambiguous enough, in one way or another (or they seem unambiguously non-romantic to me) that they don’t change my reading of their overall relationship.

And yes, I agree, I do think Jimin is particularly close with Hobi.  In general, I wouldn’t really rank degree of closeness between members because each relationship is unique and has its own dynamic, but I think Jimin and Hobi were roommates for the longest, and you can really see the deep bond that they have from spending so much time in such close quarters.

Thanks for this ask, anon!  Obviously I have a special fondness for Taekook, but I genuinely love all the members and enjoy getting to talk about their different dynamics.  If anyone else has specific relationships within the group that they find interesting and want to chat about, feel free!

#ask #taekook and members

[kaeyazuha]

alright, eula story spoilers time

shes kind of got that cryo thing going on, where shes a self-fufilling prophecy. so basically, from what i can interpret, she seems like more of a defensive person? theres a lot of stuff in her story about how, as she tried to stray from her family and become more of a normal citizen, she was never able to shake off her family name, and how it was hard for her to even do normal tasks like buying groceries and shed have to go eat in the woods until amber became her friend. so i think she has a lot of hold overs from that.

she also seems to play into peoples assumptions about her. i suppose because she thinks their thoughts are set in stone, so its an easier way to deal with it? along with this, theres also a detail in her story whch i found very interesting- it says she started using her classic "i will get my revenge" on people because its her way of deescalating the situation, ironically. its described in her story as a "magic word" because shed say it and shed finally get to be left alone, so she started using it liberally.

breaking down her general demeanor a bit more, i think shes meant to be a mix of the haughty aristocrat ("how dare you?!") but is also genuinely a defnsive/highly guarded person who isnt use to kindness enough to put up any kind of other front. her family is described as "borderline abusive" with how they try to hammer it into kids about bringing back glory to their aristocracy. moreover, i think she still has a tendency to take things personally, since a big point was made of not letting yourself be disgraced, id assume, another reason hence why she probably goes to "revenge" so much. i honestly think she just gets embarrassed easily as well.

ahh, i love analyzing characters. now im inspired.



I-- oh...okay damn I kinda relate then, being defensive over nothing is a major flaw of mine and it's derived from people attacking me left and right as a child, I got used to that and now everything feels like a fight- wow this fits. Maybe I disliked Eula bc she reminds me of me /j

That's actually really cool though, I love how Hoyo showcases different coping mechanisms with each character! I did know about her family and I hate them all, poor girl deserved better.

I do as well, thank you for sending this to me!

#genshin spoilers #eula spoilers #kycasual #kyplaysgenshin

[trektism]

The rise of anti intellectualism is so fucking PALPABLE these days and excuse my misandry but men are the prime carriers of this disease.

A quick rant on the subject:

I remember when we were interpreting Kafka's metamorphosis in my higher level lit class back in 2021, the teacher decided to start off our work with an open discussion. People raised their hands and shared their interpretations of the work. The teacher was providing some subtle guidance as to what common tracks were usually taken for interpreting metamorphosis (absurdism, symbolism, autobiographical, metaphorical, stuff like that). Without fail, men of the class would opt in for the absurdist option. Not to invalidate that view of the text, it's undeniable that the work has absurdist themes, but it is also quite convenient to say, "It has no meaning!" and call it a day (which i might add, is not really a good interpretation for even the most absurd of absurdist texts). The men of the class wrote less on their essays, were more likely to call a text "stupid" or "boring" or just insult the author in some way. Simply put, they are more likely to look for a reason not to analyze the text, to not look into it, and to search for meaning in it. It's easier to shrug and say, "It's stupid and not worth my time" than it is to give a genuine and careful look at a piece of art and extrapolate is meaning.

My father, whenever I share with him my thoughts on art, movies, books, and shows, he often rolls his eyes at me or tells me to save it. "You're a little philosopher, but I don’t think it's supposed to mean anything. I don't think the authors intended for it to mean anything." Yes, maybe they didn't, maybe they did and maybe their meaning is different than mine. How is any of that a good reason not to interpret the work? Interpretation embedds meaning and allows you to see the depth of a piece of art, without it, your experience is shallow, and almost inhumanly mindless. Just like with the boys in the literature class, this is all just an excuse not to think. A choice to opt out of nuance, out of complexity, and exist only in the simplicity of literal representation. No subtext, no symbolism, no metaphors, no hidden emotion. It's sad, it's dull, it's empty, and its even facist!

Ah, another non-trek rambling essay on my page NO actually this ties into trek perfectly. Star Trek, the original series is FULL of subtext and of philosophical messaging. The relationship of Kirk and Spock (as you should fucking know by now) can very easily be argued as a deep love relationship, the kind that makes the trek bros scream and cry due to their phobia of homo's. I know this is gonna sound scary but go to reddit dot com and see what the old trek bros have say about the blatant gay subtext of amok time, or the parallels and subtext of the motion picture. 💀💀💀by the nine these bitches have never passed 8th grade lit and it shows. They hate TMP because they're moosh brained and take it far too literally and have no idea whats actually going on in the story, and they dont see amok time as gay because its not like they made out and had gay sex or anything. This is just idiotic. Rejecting or out-right ridiculing any interpretation beyond the literal one is definitely anti intellectualism.

TNG falls back on the gay subtext but still tries to be more meat than sauce when it comes to food for the mind. Plenty of episodes delve into difficult moral dilemmas that I end up chewing on for days and months at a time. Mind you, this is exactly why people find star trek boring. Too much thinking, not enough pew pew. My evidence for this is only anecdotal, from whenever I asked people for their thoughts on the series. How it usually goes is; "I'm more of a starwars fan, it's just more interesting." Really? How so? "I don't really know it's just better." They typically don't even analyze what they like about their favorite properties. EMBARRASSING!! Although this evidence is anecdotal, I'm sure you could find many substantial support to this theory via angry threads on old forums.

This entire subject enrages me completely, and im sure the more discerning trektism reader took notice to my unraveling over the course of this rant. I will not extend it any longer, its already been too long. Facism is a disease, kill it with fire, peace and love peace and love.

#rant

[kyonoc]

G and KK's obsessive habits.

possibly trigger warning for KK being an absolutely delusional, a walking talking menace of the society, mention of stalking; psychics ghost stories and very superstitious thing (or whatever english word call it) that you may not buy. proceed at your own risk

whew, never thought that I needed to put that in one of my shitpost but ah, well, also maybe bad formatting bc this is my first time posting with PC tumblr and wall of text bc i got lost in my thoughts-. not properly proofread

Does the G I mentioned every now and then use tumblr? Yes, he does. Does he know about my tumblr account? No, he doesnt (perhaps). But do I know his tumblr account? Yes, I do, and please dont even try to ask why I know it without him revealing it- I noticed I tend to have a tendency to suddenly be obsessive about someone/something and, uh, kind of proceed to cyberstalk them-. Intrigue me and I'll be more than motivated to find out about your likes, dislikes, your other social media, your birthday, what kind of person are you, your favourite rock band member, the user name you used five years ago, some post you posted in the 2010s and is deleted but still is archived somewhere on the internet because digital footprints sucks.

disclaimers: by all mean i do not condone this type of behavior. I do it is not the same as it being a right thing to do folks

It doesnt help that most people dont care/dont know about online privacy and security; and i have a knack for analyzing stuff, along with an observant personality. Doesnt take a rocket scientist to piece things together.

And Im interested in human and their business too. I cant help but keep sticking my nose in everything (the details about it is sitting in one of my shitpost drafts but, uhm, in short I'm just curious about human in general). What are they thinking? Can I find their thought patterns? Can I predict their reactions and possibly actions base on this information that I have collected about them? Why do they like this? Why do they write things like this, talk about this topic, have this speaking manner, phrase thing like this? Why do they express themselves like this? What do they mean they have something with something about something? Is this related to their background/childhood? Where do they come from? How did they come to develop such a personality? Alhaitham is absolutely right, everything is connected. You only need to take time to sit back and think. If you cant piece things together, then you can just use elimination to find your answer.

While I'm not insanely good at this detective game and can correctly deduct everything everytime (bc im no genius), I can still have a pretty good guess about the matter and an overall idea about said person.

(oh btw I dont like G romantically or something. Like i said in another post, i think the haitham verse one, I struggle to find myself loving someone genuinely in a romantically manner. G to me is an older sibling figure in which I happen to be obsessive about.) (nevermind that phrasing make it even more weird. what am I talking about I am weird)

(Also, just a feeling without any based logic, but I believe G may or may not know about this already)

I also tend to have a tendency to be super protective/possesive about what I see as mine. Mainly about objects and more abstract, non-physical stuff rather than people, which Im grateful for. Because I'll be most likely to k-ll that person (or track them down first before doing so), and then k- myself. Other mean of keeping them alive is possible, but it's too tedious and require too much effort anyway. Wont it be easier if we all rejoice in the afterlife, if it even exists?

Luckily that it wont happen anytime now lol. But for an explanation..

My good guess is its because I'm usually the one to give away too much without ever receiving in return, including willing to ignore my needs, preferences, feelings and gave up on my comfort for others. Which led me to be very very territorial/protective with what I decided that I wont share, or sacrifice.

While Im good with picking apart other people's stories, I dont even know why Im so... abnormal like this. I have vague guesses but nothing solid (and yet im supposed to be a therapist in the near future). Is this concerning? Yes, very, if you experience these tendencies and feelings/thoughts like me, please go visit a counselor/therapist asap. I'm just very well aware of my limits and my possibilities, and I dont see myself actually committing something that can be classify as "an actual menace to the society" anytime soon, so Im just chilling around. But if you are unsure, seek help. This is not something to be normalized nor is it fine.

Im not a goofy ah person i swore Im veri sirius!! G pls keep looking at me being scholarly pls? i even brought back the "an interesting fact about our world a day" series for u.. Im capable of talking in a more nerdy and science-y way if thats what u want? ill go far n beyond for u G u deserve better so pls be happi why do i sound like a lovesick yandere ew this would have been the tag ramblings but I dont want to accidentally tag sth people do search about bc this will not be a secret hideout anymore by then oh uh i just realize an unstable therapist sound SUPER concerning... d-dont worry?? I have really good self control, I promise

KK.

Post script KK here because I realized I forgot to add the superstitious part. Maybe it's because I'm so unstable that my suitor from the afterlife is also unstable lol. I couldn't really find an English word for it aside from paranomal romances made by the wattpad users, but basically a ghost decided he would like to have a crush on me. Or what would the term in my native language literally translate to, "afterlife lover/fate". I had suspicions before, but it wasn't confirmed until I told G about this and he said it is 🙈

So the story is: There was a period of time that I dreamt of this man who kept taking me out on dates and hangout/lingering in my dreams. I don't remember my opinion about him back then, but I do vaguely remember being interested in him. I mean, if a mysterious figure suddenly appeared in your dream several times, take you on date, and treat you nice, won't you be curious at least?

Well until he actually invited me back to his home and meet his parents (his mother to be specific).

That was one of the wildest dream I have ever had. It bewildered me so much I still remember it as clear as day till now. His family seems to like me, and decided we should have a marriage on the spot or something. I remember protesting (of course??), but ended up getting trapped in his house, and uh I kinda forgot/woke up after that. But after that day, all I ever dream about is I'm being chased by someone (I'm assuming him or his servants-), always on the run. There were so many failed escape attempts, but I remember the last time uh, I dream of such, I ran away with 3 children that god forbid is mine. After that I stopped the habit of writing/recording my dreams, and don't really remember much anyway.

Well, I assume the mysterious guy gave up or something. But turn out he is still very much here 🙈 I did a tarot reading with Mei (not the OC, my tarot deck. She's 7 this year, yay!!). She also confirmed that, yes, I have a ghost that love me. I asked G for more information after that, but he only gave me the description of the guy's appearance and didn't elaborate further (which lowkey checks out with my dream btw, I don't exactly remember his face). Mei did gave me some descriptions about his personality tho, with them being "possessive" (which will explain the second mark this time in between my thighs that looks awfully similar to a hickey), and a guy of science and/or art. Mhmm, it's not like Mei is not reliable, I'm just not a good tarot reader nor I am a good psychics. Mei did tell me more, but I'm sucks so.

[queer-for-science]

Hello! I don't know you or follow you but you made a post in March about how one of your aroace friends started backing off when you started dating someone new, and how you realized how many times people have put your friend on the backbunker once they found a romantic relationship, for backing off to be their immediate reaction. As someone who does identify a lot as aroace, I just wanna say thank you for writing that. It put into words a lot of thoughts I had, as well as made me feel seen and not insane about feeling the way I do. It was also really nice to see how you want to make sure your friend knows they are loved.

Also, I read through the notes to see the stories of others and then read some interesting responses and OP I AM SO SORRY PEOPLE ARE ANALYZING YOUR GENUINE POST LIKE ITS SOME KIND OF SPEECH TO THE NATION. I just thought I'd send this ask because I really appreciate you sharing those thoughts and I am so sorry you got so many responses that were like, genuinely so terrible. Your post made me feel seen and I thank you for that.

(Also sorry if this was weird! I just really felt so terrible about all the replies in your post and I wanted you to know at least one person out there really appreciated what you shared. That is all.)

I appreciate this ask and I'm very happy my post is making so many people feel validated 💜 yeah there's a few people that definitely made huge assumptions or took the post in bad faith, but that's just tumblr for ya lol. Most commonly among those is people assuming that previous behavior from me was the reason my friend reacted that way, but the thing is he's never known me while single until that breakup last year bc I met him through my ex. Most of the notes on the post have been similar to this ask or venting about personal experiences though, which are both good. I wanted to open up a space to talk about those experiences and validate people going through them and that seems to have worked ^_^

#lgbtcommunity #queer pride #aroace #aromantic #asexual #allyship

[teamfreewill56-blog]

Mugen Train Audio Drama CD Part 1 Analysis: Devoted Big Brother

*Spoilers

I will be analyzing the audio CD in parts, the way that its uploaded on YouTube. I’m trying to prevent having too long of posts.

I love how the CD is basically Senjuro focused. From beginning to end. It really puts into perspective just how much Senjuro means to Kyojuro. He specifically goes into town to get souvenirs for Senjuro. And at first it is kinda treated like Kyojuro doesn't know what to get Senjuro but that’s not true. Senjuro is smart, he is good in school and he reads a lot and he likes books so Kyojuro gets him books. Mitsuri picks up an illustrated book trying to get a feel for what Senjuro likes and Kyojuro goes, “It looks good! How about the rest?” Because he values Mitsuri’s input and is also doing this to spend time with her. He wants her to be involved in getting this gift for Senjuro. And it is so sweet how Kyojuro is willing to buy anything and everything for Senjuro. “It doesn’t matter how many books there are!” A.k.a “if there is a possibility Senjuro will like it I want him to have it.” I’m sure some people could see this as like buying gifts as guilt/to make up for his absence but I don’t feel that’s what Kyojuro’s doing. For me it’s “I want Senjuro to have all the things he will enjoy.” Senjuro enjoys books, so buy him all the books. Plus, I don’t believe Kyojuro actually bought all the books, there’s a reason he and Mitsuri were looking through them and that’s because they both wanted to make sure it was something Senjuro would like, which makes me believe that Kyojuro does take an active interest in the things that Senjuro is good at and talks with him about them. They picked out books he knew Senjuro would like or be interested in.

I found the fact that Mitsuri was questioning what kind of person Senjuro is to be a bit bizarre. Based off Gaiden I am highly skeptical that Mitsuri came over to the Rengoku Estate to train and then just went straight home. I mean, Senjuro mentions that she showed him a recipe. Although I’m wondering if this was something that got changed later in canon and just never addressed properly. Even so, I love how Mitsuri is like “since he’s Rengoku-san’s brother, he must be a wonderful kid.” That is so incredibly sweet and I love that she says it to Kyojuro and not as a thought. Mitsuri wanted to share her thoughts with Kyojuro and not just keep them to herself.

And Kyojuro just immediately starts gushing over Senjuro. He does a genuine laugh and happily expresses that he’s been told that before. “I’m told that often! Wherever I go he always follows behind me!” Kyojuro is such a doting big brother that he has no issue at all with Senjuro wanting to be with him all the time when he’s home. It’s also interesting because since Kyojuro has been told that assumption before it would make sense that he’s always doing his absolute best to be his best self at all times. People make assumptions about Senjuro based off him, so he puts additional pressure and weight on himself to make sure that people only see the good so they can only assume good about Senjuro and his family.

I love how Mitsuri shows genuine interest in their relationship, and how honest Kyojuro is with her about Senjuro. He is especially proud of how smart Senjuro is, something that I wonder if Senjuro doesn’t acknowledge himself or see as worthwhile since it’s not swordsmanship related.

And then we jump right into demon slaying conversation. And Kyojuro is actually emotionally honest with Mitsuri here.

“He doesn’t practice with the sword?”

“He does but it seems like it’s hard to see results. He immediately blames himself for that, so it worries me.”

This is such a simple and yet powerful way for Kyojuro to be showing Senjuro respect and love. He says absolutely nothing negative about Senjuro or his struggle with swordsmanship in this statement, at all. “It’s hard to see results”. Not “Senjuro is not making results”. Now you could still say “Senjuro is not making results” and have it not be mean/antagonistic. But Kyojuro doesn’t say that. Because Senjuro is making results. Not in the expected way, a.k.a being ready to join the Corp, but Kyojuro can’t say that Senjuro is getting nothing out of it because there’s something to be said for his effort, determination and his hopefulness to eventually succeed. And just like Kyojuro he’s put a lot of time into it so all of effort isn’t for “nothing”. And Kyojuro knows that.

Also, the straight up fact that what Kyojuro is concerned about regarding this is not Senjuro’s sword skills at all. It’s Senjuro’s emotional well-being. For Kyojuro that is always his first concern regarding his little brother. His concern is that Senjuro is attacking himself for not being a better swordsman. He is more worried about his little brother’s feelings and self-worth and of course he is. Because Kyojuro is a big brother first. He is always big brother first. We see it with Senjuro, with Mitsuri and with the Kamboko squad. And yes Kyojuro managed to become a swordsman in spite of Shinjuro’s negative commentary towards him and his skills, and he managed to bear that, but he doesn’t want his little brother to deal with those same comments and internal struggle. He doesn’t want Senjuro to carry around the same emotional weight and negativity that he does. He also knows that Senjuro is different from him which also makes this something to be really concerned about from Kyojuro’s perspective. He doesn’t ignore this problem, he just doesn’t know what to do with it yet, and he worries about this and thinks about it often to the point that he even dreams about it.

#kyojuro rengoku #Senjuro rengoku #brotherly love #mugen train audio cd #spoilers #meta #analysis #Mitsuri kanroji #mugen train #flame pillar #flame hashira #rengoku family #true love #unconditional love

[wheelsup]

coffee is the sixth love language | part two

Summary: Over three cups of coffee, Spencer realized his feelings for you. And over three cups of coffee, he acts on them. gn!Reader.

A/N: the italicized this time indicates Spencer’s thoughts, not reader’s. part of this story is inspired directly from these comments made by @doctorthreephds on the reblog! thanks for letting me incorporate them :)

category: fluff, sfw

warnings: technically none, but the “profiling” part is kind of a reach.

word count: 3k

     Once Spencer was firmly resolute on asking you out, he knew he wanted it to be special in a way that only the two of you could appreciate. He realized that he had yet to be the one bringing you coffee, and so it felt only right that it should be how he makes his first move. He woke up extra early on a weekday morning to stop by your favorite coffee shop on his way to work because he knew you loved their banana nut muffins and double-brewed coffee. It was an extra twenty-five minutes out of the way for work each way, so you only got to go there on the rare occasion that you had a day off and were not out of town on a case. It might have been ridiculous to drive fifty minutes for a single damn muffin, but Spencer wanted to make this perfect for you by any means necessary. This was one of the special times that Spencer drove his car, needing the extra speed in order to complete his mission.

     He picked up your regular drink order and the muffin and was anxiously on his way back to Quantico. As per his plan he arrived at the office before you did, though not too much earlier because he wanted to make sure your coffee was still hot by the time you got it. If Spencer’s calculations were correct - which they almost always were - you would arrive within a two to four and a half minute window from when he did. Spencer took out a sharpie from his desk drawer and delicately scrawled a message onto the top corner of the pastry bag holding your muffin. He thought it felt like something out of a cheesy romance novel, the kind of novels that you could find in the fifty cent clearance bins, but dammit if Spencer didn’t deserve a little cheesy romance in his life. The other benefit of this was that he thought he would almost certainly choke on his words if he had to ask you himself. He set the two items on your desk and returned to his own to sit and observe. Spencer hoped it would be the first of many coffees he could buy you.

It wasn’t until you had already walked into the bullpen and were halfway to your desk that Spencer realized he had forgotten to sign his name to the bag. How were you supposed to react to him asking you out if you didn’t actually know it was him? And oh God, he left unsealed food on the desk of an FBI agent, with no indication of who had put it there. That is infinitely more suspicious than it is romantic. He wouldn’t be surprised if she took it straight to the trash can. So long for cheesy romance, Dr. Reid.

     But Spencer was absolutely elated when your first reaction was to peek into the bag and gasp out of joy at what was inside. He watched you break off a piece of your beloved banana nut muffin and chew it gleefully, and all he could think of was how cute you looked when you were happy. Shortly followed by concern that a federal agent would so readily eat unmarked food that could have been tampered with. That’s something I should bring up to her on the date. 

     Spencer’s stomach was in knots not knowing if you would pick up on the message. You swallowed that chunk of the muffin and turned the bag over to find an almost illegible black script that you had nearly missed: Would you like to have coffee with me? It just felt like all of the air had been knocked out of your body. 

     It didn’t even take you half a second to know who this was from; there were so many tells it was Spencer. Before you even noticed the note, you knew it was from him when you saw what was inside the bag. The whole team knew what your favorite coffee shop was because you had talked about it enough times. Hell, you even owned a oversized tee with their name on it that you kept in your go bag as a sleep shirt. But nobody knew what your favorite muffin was because you never mentioned it. In fact, if you thought about it there were maybe only a handful of times over the six months you’d been at the BAU that you even elected to eat this pastry in lieu of a real breakfast. But if anyone was going to detect a pattern, it would have been Dr. Reid. Of course he would pick up on the fact that you only picked those out at cafes when you felt like having a sweet treat, or that when Penelope brought in baked goods for the office you would only indulge if you saw your favorite item in the lineup. 

     You already knew it, but in case you had any doubt, the note itself confirmed your theory twice. One indicator was the phrasing choice would you as opposed to will you. Use of would posits a hypothetical, as in hypothetically, would you have an interest in drinking coffee together, rather than a hard, come with me to get coffee. The hesitance in the tone came off as if the sender were testing the waters, wanting to put the idea out there without coming off as too strong. Because it was reserved, it gave you room to think if you would genuinely enjoy doing so as opposed to making you feel like you should oblige. That level of respect screamed Spencer to you. And though it was so glaringly obvious, if you needed some concrete evidence it was the fact that nobody else had such endearingly atrocious handwriting like Dr. Reid. It was something you always found hilariously ironic for a man who often analyzes other people’s writing styles for work. You wondered what his way of scribbling said about him, and hoped he could tell you on that date of yours. 

     You looked straight at him, finding that his eyes were already fixed on you.

     “Yes.” 

     One word was all you had to say to make the lump in Spencer’s throat disappear, replaced by the sensation that his heart was leaping out of his chest. He was going to keep that memory stored in his brain forever, just to replay the moment when the future of your relationship changed with a simple word. Little did he know that when you finished that muffin, you neatly folded the pastry bag and tucked it into your desk drawer, saving it for the exact same purpose. 

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     Spencer had gotten to see your favorite coffee spot already, so for your date you requested that he take you to his to make it even. It was small, but incredibly cozy under the soft ambiance provided by string lights and charm of their mismatched furniture. There was one exposed brick wall adjacent to another that was a floor-to-ceiling bookshelf; it housed copies that loyal patrons left behind for others to pick up. All of those books had different colors of post-its peeking out from the pages. It was almost too eclectic and disorganized for what you would expect Dr. Reid to be into, but at the same time it made perfect sense to you.

     “You know, I think I just learned something about you.” You leaned gently into his side to tell him, both hands wrapped around your coffee cup because you were too nervous to know what else to do with them. Spencer was the kind of guy to sit adjacent to you at a table, rather than across, and you loved that about him. You loved having him as close to you as possible. 

     Spencer’s lips pulled at the edges to form a perfect, lazy smile. “What did you learn about me?” The team had an agreement not to profile each other, but under your gaze, Spencer never felt the kind of scrutiny that came with picking people apart. He trusted that whatever you had to say was going to be kind.

     “I think this place says so much about you. Something about how all those books are donations passed on from locals, and that people feel comfortable taking a book off the shelf and opening it up to read what others recommend. The fact that they leave little notes in it for the next reader to share what those stories meant to each of them. Nobody asked those people to do that, but they all chose to take part in these small actions that ended up creating an entire community.” It was one of the most beautifully human things you’d ever witnessed. A group of people engaging in understated and innocent gestures of love between perfect strangers, completely unprompted. “I think you value simple acts, the kind that can take on profound meaning without even intending to. Like when silence feels so comfortable when you’re with the right person.” You paused to take in his reaction as a gauge for how right or wrong you may be. He gave no objection to what you had posited, eyes simply glued to you in intense focus. Spencer was hanging on everything you said, wordlessly encouraging you to divulge more theories you’d developed on him.

     “And, visually, this furniture reminds me of a family home. The kind where some items were handed down for generations, some bought new, and others gifted by a distant relative who has no idea what the family likes.” Spencer’s soft laughter mirrored your own at your very accurate description of the shop’s decor. The room truly could not be more disjointed in its aesthetic, but that was entirely its charm. “It probably reflects that there are some aspects of your life that just don’t make sense to you, that almost seem to conflict with each other. For a guy so smart, I’m sure it’s scary to feel like you don’t understand something, and there are probably dark spots in that brain of yours that you try to hide from the world. But in this room, these things that don’t seem like they work together actually amount to something so lovely. And just like the charmingly hideous suede couch and the oddly fur-covered armchairs, every facet of you deserves appreciation because without them you wouldn’t make up to be the beautiful person you are overall.” 

     Neither of you could pinpoint the moment which your hands had drifted together, fingers loosely intertwined in gentle embrace. There was too much to unpack in what you had said for Spencer to know where to begin. The only thing he could say for sure was that he was astounded by how deeply you understood him without him ever saying any of those things. He considered that maybe you understood him better than he did himself and wished that he could spend his whole life observing the world through the same rose-tinted lenses with which you viewed him. At a loss for words, Spencer chose not to say any right then. The silence I have with you is the most comfortable I’ve ever had. 

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     After each of you consumed one too many caffeinated beverages, you still were not prepared to let the date end. You were willing to sit there and have as many espresso drinks as you could to keep talking to Spencer. 

     The universe must have been in support of your romance as the overcast skies broke and began to rain just minutes after the two of you had left the shop. Spencer was walking you back to your apartment, clearly forcing his long legs to slow down their naturally fast stride so to extend how long it took to get there. He could get an extra thirteen minutes with you this way. Spencer was given his perfect excuse to keep the date going in the form of heavy downpour; his apartment was far closer than yours, and he proposed you two should seek shelter together until it stopped. I hope it never stops. 

     Spencer held tightly onto your hand as he ran with you through the rain, giggling all the way to his apartment. He may not like wet, cold climates, but he sure did like holding your hand. Being next to you made him feel incredibly warm somehow when the temperature outside was very much not. And you felt completely at peace sitting on Spencer’s couch wearing one of his sweaters that he lent you. Truthfully, your own clothes weren’t so wet from the rain that it was necessary, but you both pretended it absolutely was just to be able to experience this. 

     It was clear that the rain would be going for a while and all you wanted to do to pass the time was continue listening to Spencer talk. You discovered that when he’s not interrupted, he loves to go on runaway tangents, often bouncing between different trains of thought as one idea sparked him to remember another. It was almost a sport to keep up with him, but it was perhaps the only one you’ve ever enjoyed. It was so easy when everything he said interested you. You loved that Spencer taught you something new every day, but no matter how niche a piece of trivia or shocking an unknown fact was, it could not beat the things that he taught you about himself. He was letting you in on so many unseen dimensions of himself whether he knew it or not, the explicit ones revealing implicit ones. 

     You had happily stayed in his home for hours, absorbing every word he spoke. What entertained you the most was the ability of your conversation to jump from deep, serious places to lighthearted stories filled with jokes and teasing and back again in a way that felt completely natural. Your favorite anecdote of his was the story of how he got addicted to coffee. It was the BAU’s favorite inside-joke that Spencer liked his coffee sickeningly sweet and you always wondered how he could tolerate it. Just looking at it made your teeth ache. When he told you why, you thought that the backstory was even sweeter than the coffee.

     As a twelve year old college student, Spencer found himself experiencing sleep deprivation for the first time in his life. The course load was more rigorous than he had in high school and even the boy genius needed to readjust to the new expectations of college. More importantly, he needed to cope with pulling late nights at the library if he wanted his first degree by the time he was eligible for a driver’s license. The Red Bulls that the other kids seem to gravitate to seemed far too aggressive for Spencer, their potent smell of chemicals a huge turn off. They were definitely not for him. 

     He remembered how often his mom used to drink coffee, always in the morning while Spencer got ready for school. Being at CalTech and away from his mother, who remained in Las Vegas most of the time due to her condition, made him so homesick that he took up a coffee habit as a reminder of her. He loved the way it smelled like every comfort he had ever known. 

     Though he appreciated its smell, Spencer, of course, was not ready back then to love the way it tasted. He was still after all a twelve year old boy who had a sweet tooth like any other kid. The bitter drink was almost offensive to him, so he always made his coffee with extra, extra sugar. He was a menace to the baristas at the campus coffee cart because they would have to refill the shaker every time he stopped by. As it turned out, Spencer was actually a little troublemaker in his youth. 

     You utterly adored this story and the way it humanized Spencer in a way that other people did not consider often enough. Yes, he was the genius in incredibly advanced classes for his age, but he was also a little kid who behaved as all little kids did. He also experienced struggle and had to cope with it just like everyone else. He was not, as some chose to believe, a complete anomaly beyond understanding. Those many misunderstood idiosyncrasies Spencer had started to feel grounded as you learned more about him and could appreciate how and why they came to be.  

     But the night was dwindling down and two of you had gone through many stories since the start of your day together. Hitting a caffeine crash, you found yourself unable to keep some rogue yawns at bay. It was only eight o’clock in the evening, not an unreasonable time for you to ask Spencer to drive you back home. The rain was letting up to a mellow drizzle. Spencer was running out of excuses to keep you here.

     But you thought about how still hadn’t heard about his first pet lizard, which he caught in his backyard, and you didn’t yet know what kind of music he listened to when he was fourteen. And you no longer thought you needed to make excuses to stay with him longer, so you told him honestly that all you really wanted was to stay the night with him and keep hearing his stories. So you asked him if he would set on a fresh pot of coffee, just so you both could sip at it, staying awake all night together.

     He happily did so, and while he set the large coffee pot on and took out two cups from his cabinet, he thought, this is the first of many wishes of yours that I’d like to make come true.

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PART THREE

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[make-a-little-mischief]

PART ONE

Flashback to July 2021: Mary watches The Nutty Professor for the first time - the catalyst for her ongoing love affair with Jerry Lewis.

Flashforward to now: Mary has sufficiently re-watched, analyzed, and absorbed The Nutty Professor and now has an irrepressible need to talk about how great it is, and with that, she says in her best Rafiki voice, "IT IS TIME....”

So let’s take a wild, wonderful venture into the kooky, colorful, complex world that Jerry Lewis created and put on screen back in 1963. Let me be your tour guide as we forage the frames, scour the scenes, and traverse the triumph of comedic cinema that is The Nutty Professor. There are so many treasures, both big and small, and the landscape is simply starry with the kind of rare brilliance that only Jerry Lewis can impart.

As with the majority of Jerry’s movies, despite some preconceived notions and expectations, this will be far more than just a superficial exploration of a silly sixties comedy. It will be a genuine, in depth tribute to one of the defining movies of the past, present, and dare I say incalculable future. While I would not be considered ranking among the likes of the Eberts and the Roepers - hi, Mary - not a professional movie critic, how do you do - I feel that I can offer an engaging and insightful perspective - and will do so with a bit more appreciation and a lot more kindness.

This journey I want to take you on over the upcoming series of posts is meant to be informative and thought-provoking - full of “ooh”s “aah”s and “mmhmm”s - and we will definitely also have some fun along the way. I love this movie and I want to celebrate it all - from the technical to the artistic to the “I really love that” moments. My aim is to cover every interesting element, every pertinent particle that makes up the very CELLuloide of the movie. I am charged up and ready to get a (hopefully positive) reaction. So without further ado let’s light the fires, get the liquids flowing, set the test tubes spinning, and fill our beakers up to the brim with a hearty serving of Jerry Lewis’ The Nutty Professor - it’s gonna be a real gas.

I say, that was sort of a corker.

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***Mary would also like to take a moment to recognize her sister Lauren for introducing her to Jerry and to The Nutty Professor, and her dear mum Lisa for holding the record (at least in our house) for "most repeated viewings of The Nutty Professor to the point that she probably can tell you how many times Dr. Warfield's face twitches in the first scene with Professor Kelp" - both of whom contributed some marvelous ideas and observations for this series. Brava to you both.

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Now-

*dramatic music plays*

IN THE BEGINNING….

*dramatic music intensifies*

DUM DUM DUUUUUMMMM………………….

*crescendo and silence*

There are opening credits, so let’s talk about them.

Starting with the title of the movie because it’s simple, it’s genius, it’s perfect.

And it’s also a “hidden in plain sight” easter egg.

The word “nutty” carries two meanings here -

Zany, bonkers, goofy, a little “out there”, maybe a little overexcitable, basically everything describing Professor Julius Kelp as a character; it’s his energy

The 60’s slang for cool, hip, awesome, a word “one of the in-crowd” might say, someone like Buddy Love; it’s also his energy

Gasp! The call is coming from inside the house! Or in this case, the twist of the movie is covertly implanted into the title! Jerry, you smart cookie, I see what you did there. I love it so much that I even used it as inspiration for the title of this series of posts - “Crazy Chemistry”. “Crazy”, as in: “outrageous”, “wild”, “impressive”, or the ‘60’s slang for “cool”; then of course “chemistry” pointing to the appeal and charm of the movie and how effectively all of its components work together, or you know, “chemistry” as in, chemistry, the thing Professor Kelp does and teaches.

Ok now that I’ve thoroughly explained the joke, let’s move on and get into the opening title sequence.

There are a few things happening throughout that serve the purpose of setting up character and plot. Jerry provides the viewer with some simple but effective visual storytelling aids that plant important seeds for entering the world of the movie. One is a repeated focus on the character Stella who eagerly watches Professor Kelp perform experiments for the class.

We don’t know who she is yet but from the shots of her that single her out from the other students it is hinted to the viewer that she is someone of importance. We also get a sense of her as a character - she seems invested in learning, she is fascinated by Professor Kelp and what he is doing, and she is very attentive to him. The shots of Stella imply that there is either presently or that there is the potential for a connection between her and Professor Kelp. Stella is immediately framed as not only someone of importance in general but also as my mum suggested, “it hints that it’s ‘about her’ in the sense that this is a love story and she is central to that playing out”. All of this is inferred in just a few short clips with nothing but facial expressions and simple blocking.

Speaking of Professor Kelp, we also learn a bit about our main character during the title sequence. First, he’s a little bit clumsy.

Second, he is very knowledgeable about chemistry and he’s a bit of a performer for his students.

He is also hidden from sight of the audience in every shot; we don’t see all of Professor Kelp until about three and a half minutes into the movie. There’s an air of mystery and anticipation around the character - What does he look like? What are we going to see when his face is revealed?

Little do we the audience realize that this is all foreshadowing the Jekyll and Hyde twist later on in the movie. There are certain specific crossover traits in both characters that we first see in Professor Kelp. Additionally, as pointed out by my sister Lauren: “the same technique of shrouding a character in mystery, hiding them from view of the audience, building anticipation, and then finally revealing them is used later on with Buddy Love”. When you rewatch the movie you see all of the ways in which Jerry sets up the twist and the character of Buddy, starting from the opening credits. More on that in a later post…

Continued in part two

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[well-its-not-human-anymore]

Hi! Could I get HC from the guys? 👀 How they would always react to catching the reader seeing them "badly", in addition to the fact that he usually avoids them, but with his brothers it is incredible and they feel bad because they think they do not like him.  But she actually likes them and she looks at them like that because she "studies" them to draw them and she is too clumsy and shy to talk to them, that's why she ends up avoiding them. Until finally he catches her drawing them with lots of hearts or maybe they'll find her notebook with lots of portraits of them.

It's kind of funny because when I study people to draw them, they think that I look at them with hatred xd maybe I should increase my glasses prescription

God, glasses are such a pain in the ass but I have to wear them. If I don't anyone within my near vicinity doesn't have a face. But why they gotta get dirty so easily???? Makes me wanna explode or something

TMNT Headcanons

The boys w/ a quiet reader who is fine with his brothers but acts cold around him and stares a lot

Michaelangelo

mikey couldn't describe his disappointment upon realizing that you didn't want to be friends with him

well, you never actually said that to him

but he was pretty sure it was the case

you'd never made an effort to be friends with him

stared at him an awful lot though, but there was always something off about your gaze when you looked at him

like you were sizing him up, scrutinizing him, like he was an opponent

it kinda worried him

to add to that, you didn't even attempt to look embarrassed when he caught you staring

you'd just stare harder

on your end it was quite the opposite

you always found the brothers fascinating and you LOVED studying their anatomy, you'd confessed this to Donnie early on and he happily indulged in your questions

and you loved how easily you got along with the boys

well, except for Mikey

but it wasn't for a lack of trying

whenever the orange sporting turtle came around your normally flamboyant personality crept back into its little corner and hid

any words of excitement that had previously been with you died in your throat

for the longest time you didn't understand it

and you hated not understanding things, so you turned to your only outlet

that's how you ended up with an entire sketchbook full of the youngest brother in vastly different styles and poses

you had a separate book for the others, none of them as detailed as this

and when you stared to analyze you'd fallen into a habit of not looking away when caught

by your logic, if you stared back hard enough he'd look away first or just assume you'd zoned out

he didn't

and on one hectic day you'd left your sketchbook open on the kitchen table in your rush to get to work

you hadn't even noticed the slip up until Leo texted you to let you know during your shift

instant panic

in truth, Mikey was the one who discovered the book upon waking up from his nap and he'd spent the next three hours analyzing every drawing

when you finally dropped in after work to grab your book the turtle was waiting for you with it in hand

he'd asked you if you hated him

you told him no and accepted your sketchbook from him

he was relieved and screaming excitedly, just in his head

"Do you maybe wanna hang out sometime?"

You sighed in relief and nodded

"If you're cool with it- you don't think I'm weird do you?"

"I mean- you are talking to a turtle..."

you lightly shoved his chest and smiled, although it faded within a second

"Oh hush, 10 o'clock tomorrow? I'll bring snacks."

he was so stunned he could only shoot you finger guns in approval

Donatello

Donnie genuinely couldn't understand your unease around him

he'd followed all the proper expectations of holding a conversation

he was polite and engaging

so why wouldn't you talk to him?

this boy has read so many social blogs to try and figure out what he was doing wrong and he just couldn't put his finger on it

you were fine with the rest of his brothers, you'd stay up for hours laughing and gaming with them

you'd even sat still long enough to listen to Leo explain some old Japanese myth that he'd read about in a book

but with him it was always a quick, cordial greetings and farewells with bland small talk in between

Donnie had picked up pretty quickly that you weren't interested in any sort of interaction with him

and he convinced himself that that was okay

but that didn't explain the staring

he'd caught you in the act several times, eyes narrowed and locked on him

especially when you were alone with him in a room or just in the lair

the poor turtle just couldn't put his finger on it

then he caught you drawing, he noticed early on that you always carried a small sketchbook on your person but he didn't think much of it

and it wasn't so much that he caught you drawing, in fact, he wouldn't have noticed if you hadn't snapped at him while he was trying to do a sudoku puzzle

"Damn it Donnie! Stop moving! If I fuck this arm up one more time I'm gonna decompose!"

he'd quickly moved back into the position he was in prior

"sorry?"

but you'd gone silent again, occasionally glancing up from your work and running your eyes along his frame before looking down again

nearly twenty minutes later Donnie had finished the puzzle and it seemed as though you had finished your drawing

"Uh- can I ask what are you-"

"I'm drawing you but you kept moving your arm and making me mess up. You always do that when I draw you so every damn picture I have of you stays a sketch because you always come out looking like a fucking octopus."

He just stared

"Sorry, I uh- I didn't mean to explode on you like that. I'm just- I'm really bad at talking to you okay? It's so easy with everyone else but you've just gotta be so damn smart all the time and I worry that you'll think I'm boring so I just... don't talk to you?"

Donnie is stunned™

You refuse to show him the drawing until you can complete the line art and color it

But at least he knows that you don't hate him

Leonardo

To be completely honest Leo didn't mind that you were distant from him

You created an aura of calm when you were around and you always managed to distract his brothers while you were present

And he enjoyed the alone time

But after a few months that calm acceptance turned into jealousy

Not that he would ever admit it

He would just push it off and ignore it, that usually seemed to work

So why wasn't it?

And your obvious staring problem didn't help at all

Leo didn't spend much time considering his appearance but something about your gaze made him self conscious

And he hated that with a passion

Why was it that you could hold entire debates with his siblings? Even his dad for gods sake. You'd have hour long conversations on almost everything but whenever he tried to say hello you'd make up some lame ass excuse and scamper away

He just wanted an explanation

It appeared that the answer resided in your sketchbook

You'd left it open on the couch when Raph had called you away to spar with him

Leo very delicately flipped through the pages, careful not to disturb some of the polaroid pictures of his brothers

He was admittedly surprised to find pictures of himself among the pages

One of him in a handstand, another of him meditating, there was even one of him mid sneeze that you'd recreated with pencil and paper

The image of his eyes was the most startling, but the book held no polaroid of his eyes

You drew them from memory

And he was shocked when you returned to the room and didn't immediately panic

But that might have been because he didn't try to withhold your book from you

"It took me three months to color them, your eyes. I could never get the shade of blue just right."

"I'm gonna be honest with you y/n, I really thought you didn't like me."

You had the nerve to roll your eyes and follow it with a laugh

"I don't. I mean- I do but no, you just remind me a lot of myself and I haven't exactly figured out why yet. I thought that maybe if I drew you it'd be easier to figure you out..."

"Well did it help?"

You grinned

"I'm talking to you, aren't I?"

Raphael

If there was one thing Raph hated it was not understanding something that was right in front of him

which is ironic, as a much younger version of himself probably couldn't care less

and a part of him wishes he didn't care about it so much

he wishes that your blatant avoidance of him didn't upset him

but shit, it got under his skin better than any needle ever could

was it too much to ask for you to just tell him what he said or did wrong?

was he asking too much of you?

but on the same scale you'd never shown obvious dislike towards him, you were never rude and you sure as hell didn't talk shit about him to his brothers

you got along great with them

in fact it was getting more difficult to remember a time before you became a part of his family

he'd become so used to your presence that it no longer put him off when he found you hanging around the lair

but in another sense he was certain that you hadn't spoken more than three sentences to him in your time knowing him or his family

so what was the reason

several months in he finally caught onto the staring, your narrow, glassy gaze locked onto his body and refusing to look away

he stared right back at you

this annoyed you for several reasons

because within five seconds your very peaceful drawing session had turned into a staring contest and your eyes were getting VERY dry

then you exhaled in a half-sigh and looked back down at your paper

"Huh, I guess your head is more of an oblong shape..."

he took offense to this

"What tha' hell is that supposed t'mean?"

now your eyes held more of an amused silent judgement, you begrudgingly held up your sketchbook

"I'm drawing you, you fucking walnut."

"Oh..."

now you rolled you eyes and tossed the book to him, he nearly dropped it and fumbled with the pages

your annoyance was quickly growing

"Careful with that."

He flipped through the pages at a snails pace, assumingly because he couldn't quite believe what he was seeing

you had some real talent

when he looked back up at you he was wearing that crooked smile

"and here I was thinkin' that my eyes were just green."

Hope I was able to get this down pretty well! I really enjoyed writing this one! Thanks for the patience!

-Mars 🌠

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[eartht137]

FOR THE BETTER

Hello and greetings to anyone that gets to read this. It is my first story. I wanted to try and see how this was received before continuing so please feel free to let me know how you like it. Please be easy on me it is my first one I am new to this, but I hope you like it. Its a bit slow right now but I swear the chapters will get going as we go along on this ride together. Okay *curvies* love ya! Enjoy!

Dark Clark Kent x (Black)!Plus Size Reader

SUMMARY: (I suck at them but here goes) After working miserable unfulfilling jobs, you decide to go back to school to pursue your dream in writing. You get the very handsome, very smart Mr. Kent as your English/Literature Professor. You've always stayed to yourself preferring to have your alone time and focus on your writing. Mr. Kent comes in to shake that way of thinking up and its all with your best interest at heart (well his best interest at heart){Cheesy, am I right?}

"For the weekend's assignment. Something very simple, almost high school level. Don't complicate it." Mr. Kent said dragging his feet to tell you all what the stupid assignment was.

"Get to the point." You thought out loud as you rested your head in your hand. He glared at you for moment before continuing. You felt your face flush, because-'no way he heard me' you thought.

"I want you all to write me a paper on...one thing you like about yourself and why." He rushed out. "I want you all to be as genuine as possible, if you're going to be journalists you have to capture your audience. If you can sell yourself, then you can sell a story. If you're a snooze fest......I honestly don't know what to tell you" He chuckled

Everyone groaned because why???

"Due next Monday on the dot. NO EXCEPTIONS!" He belted. "If you don't have your paper on Monday, you will stand up and give a 5 minute speech on said topic."

'What kind of teenage topic is this?' You thought.

"Don't give me lip guys, you signed up for this. I didn't make you do anything." He said pointing at all of you. "No complaining. Monday! Class dismissed." He announced causing everyone to scatter. You were just about out the door when he stopped you.

"Y/n, can you stay back for bit?"

"Yeah sure." You immediately got nervous. You weren't used to being singled out, you always managed to stay below the radar. You'd figured out ways to stay out of sight out of mind after always being criticized by your family, so getting asked to stay back wasn't a normal thing. You braced yourself for the "you can do better speech" and hoped it wouldn't take too long. You watched as the room emptied and he gathered his stuff.

"Come on, lets step into my office." He said leading the way with his hands full. "Have a seat." he said motioning to the chair in front of his desk. you sat feeling butterflies in the pit of your stomach. Literally everyone would've given anything to be where you were. Mr. Kent was almost mythical. You didn't know a day where you didn't think 'DAMN that man know he fine!' And you knew he knew it.

"Bet you think I'm gonna talk about your grades." he chuckled. "While I do require your improvement,"

'Require?' you thought hoping your face didn't covey your attitude.

"I wanted to talk about something else."

"O-kay?"

"I've notice, you're very um...to yourself, is everything-"

'Oh there it is.'

"Mr. Kent, please don't analyze me. I am a whole different breed of human. I don't do people."

"I'm sorry?" he asked tilting his head.

"I just value my alone time. You can't have that with people."

"You can still have space with other people in your life." he said shaking his head at you.

"I didn't say space, I said alone time, and that's not the same. That's still with people. Like, no." you said crossing you arms.

He stared at your for a second, the he began to laugh, and rub his eyes. "You really are something."

"Mm-hmm its true."

"I'm just saying its healthy to get out and socialize every once and awhile, not all the time, I mean-don't you get lonely sometimes?

"No, not really. I mean don't give me wrong I'm human. I get the urge to hang out, then I do, then I remember why I didn't want to do it in the first place." you said realizing you were almost ranting. He eyed you as if he didn't believe you.

"I tell you what, I know you say you're fine, but for my sanity, can we be friends? You know just someone to check on you, make sure you're okay? If-if you hate it by the end of the week then I'll let it go."

"Mr. Kent, no offense, but why do you care? I mean, you have your own life, I'm sure you got a nice family you should be there for, so like....I'm gonna need a it all to make sense."

"Its mean, don't get me wrong I enjoy solitude too, and its not because I don't like people," he chuckled, "but I know what its like to sometimes need someone I could just talk to when I really needed it most and not having it. I wouldn't wish that on my worst enemy. Its funny because it would always lead me home."

"Well that's the difference between you and me, there is no going back." you sighed. You contemplated it 'It couldn't hurt could it?' "Okay."

"Okay?"

"We can be friends." you resigned.

"Great!" he said clapping his hands together.

"Only til the end of the week." You said standing stretching. "So we good? Can I go?"

"Actually, what are you doing tonight? I mean, my ma is cooking dinner and-"

"Okay anything food related, I'm down." You cut him off.

"Good, well I'll pick you up at 6?"

"Yeah sure." You said trying to get away.

"Uh, Y/n?"

"Yes?" You asked sweetly.

"I'm going to need your address." He said knowing you knew he needed it.

You gave you your information and booked it out of there. You immediately went home and took a nap. The whole ordeal was a bit draining for you.

It was your phones constant vibrating that woke you out of a deep sleep. You let it ring a few more times before picking it up.

"What?" You groaned into the phone.

"Y/n are ready? I'm like 15 minutes away." Mr. Kent asked.

"Ready for what?"

"Food?"

"Food? Food! Oh shit!" You said jumping up remembering dinner plans. "I'll be ready when you get here." You said quickly hanging up and rushing to get ready. By the time you felt you looked decent enough, he called and told he was there. When you walked out to meet him, you saw his girlfriend was with him and you put on a small smile. 'Of course he has a girlfriend, why wouldn't he. Still a bummer though, oh well.' you thought to yourself as you walked toward them.

"Y/n this is Lois, Lois this is Y/n. Lois is one of the top editors at the Daily Planet." He bragged, and you immediately got nervous. You'd read her work and you'd give to be as good, even better at writing.

"It really is nice to meet you, Clark speaks very highly of you and your writing." she said smiling.

"Really? I mean writing is my passion, I'm aspiring to get at least in the door. I'm not an editor or professor, but I think I'm okay." You said realizing you were babbling on because of your anxiety.

"Be confident in your work. It shows when you really mean what you're writing about. It also shows when you're doubting yourself." She said smiling at you. You immediately liked her and hoped to get to know her for advice sometime. You all got in and they fell into easy chatter along the way. Every now and again they'd touch on a topic you'd find interesting or be excited about, and you'd really get into it, smiling and being expressive. You'd catch Clark staring at you, a bit shocked at how much you had to say after months of being so quiet, and you'd retreat like a turtle back into your shell. You tried to not enjoy being around them, but every now and again, you liked talking to people on your level. Every now and again, you'd get lost in the breeze of the night air. You'd look out and get lost looking at the stars and the moon out of the open window of the moving car. You get so lost you forgot the other two people in the car and you'd miss the glances Clark took at you through the rearview mirror. When you all arrived at his moms farm you practically gawked at all the land around. You driven by open field and corn fields, you'd never actually gotten to see it up close.

As you all got out, his mom stepped out and waved at you.

"Well, looks like we got extra family tonight." she said smiling. You immediately felt a bit awkward. "Oh dear don't be shy, any friend of Clark is family." She said pulling you into a big hug.

"Thank you for having me Mrs. Kent." You said smiling.

"No go on now you just call me Martha." she said smiling and leading you inside. "You two come along, you know the routine." She said waving Lois and Clark inside. Dinner was great, you even found yourself laughing out loud. It exhilarated you and scared you to have such a good time around other people. You almost, ALMOST, didn't want the night to end, but you missed your bed. As if reading your mind, Clark announced it was time to leave.

"Looks like someone is ready for bed." He chuckled.

"Yep, I miss my solitude." You said stretching. Clark shook his head at you.

"What?" You asked innocently.

You said your final farewells and got in the car heading home. The ride home was peaceful, there was a calm silence between you three and you smiled watching the love exchanges between the two. You could see how much he loved her and you could understand why, Lois was beautiful woman. Your mind jumped from reasons you weren't in a relationship, to the assignment Clark had given you for the weekend. One thing you like about yourself? That topic was always hard for you and you couldn't even begin to find the words to start. Over the years you'd tried hard to accept yourself, love yourself, and be who you were unapologetically, but the moment you got to the threshold of truly giving yourself a chance, all of the criticism, judgment, and years of being invalidated filled you with fear and dread and you'd go back to your shell and do what you did best. Stay in your own bubble. Tears stung your eyes as you tried to stomp down the voices of doubt and resentment, 'It's okay, I'm good, I do what I have to and I'm happy with it. I'm at peace.' you thought to yourself over and over.

"You okay?" Clarks deep voice full of concerned pulled you from your thoughts and you shook you head to bring yourself back to reality.

"Yeah, just trying to stay awake." you said avoiding his gaze. The ride continued in silence and you couldn't help but drift off. One moment you were letting the ride soothe you to sleep and the next you heard a voice cooing you to sleep.

"Shh shh shh it's okay" Clark whispered. You couldn't help but cover your eyes. You were in Clark's arms as he carried you to the apartment.

"Woah," you said trying to get out of his arms. He gently placed you on your feet like a flower.

"Hey, its okay, calm down." He said gently rubbing your arms.

"S-sorry, I've just never-"

"Had anyone carry you before." He said finishing your sentence. You shifted feeling a bit awkward.

"Well, thanks for dinner. Thanks Lois!" You waved at her before going to your door. "Goodnight." you said one last time as you got inside. During the weekend you were extremely restless and was finding it hard to concentrate long enough to work on your assignment. Even when you sat waiting for words to form in your mind you eventually got busy doing something different. The night before class, you had an idea pop in your head, and you decided to go for it. You just hoped it would all make sense, it was the only think your mind focused on.

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