Total drama g4 cast as dog breeds
Axel: Rottweiler
Bowie: Bohemian Shepherd
Caleb: Estrela Mountain Dog
Chase: Nederlandse Kooikerhondje
Damien: Gordon Setter
Emma: Coton De Tulear
Julia: Yorkshire Terrier
Millie: Irish Water Spaniel
Mk: Affenpinscher
Nichelle: Field Spaniel
Priya: Cairn terrier
Raj: Portuguese Water Dog
Wayne: Nova Scotia Duck Tolling Retriever
Ripper: Cardigan Welsh Corgi
Scary Girl: Russian Toy Terrier
Zee: Segugio Italiano
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if 𝕻𝖔𝖔𝖗 𝕿𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘 doesn't win best picture the Oscars will lose all credibility. that movie is insane from start to finish, actually im thinking on writing a whole essay about the movie.
my love for films resurrected from the ashes with this movie (and Past Lives ngl)
there's many controversial opinions about the movie which is normal and acceptable but no one can deny this movie (i know is a book) talks about a common feeling in a disturbing and haunting way that leaves you mind blown which is the whole point of art; art is subjetive and that's why this movie is not for everyone. you either love or hate this movie, there's not in-between.
if a piece of art doesn't leave a sensation, realization, feeling or thought on you, then is not for you. this movie is not light, to the point that i think i could never watch it again, but is just so good. i could talk for HOURS about this movie and what it made me feel. God i love art so much.
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This story has five chapters
Note: this is based on only some thoughts of mine about Damon Baker's photos of Kris. They are entirely subjective and this is just a try by my side to analyze the photos in a story-like way.
I don't do that often and just scream in posts or in the tags but ✨emotions✨ are strong because of this story Damon is illustrating with the guys so I felt like giving this a try
Chapter 1: Kris
What a beautiful boy. He is young, only 24, and his features are still so delicate, almost as if puberty didn't hit him yet. He's not young only on the outside, he's young on the inside too. So young and so innocent...
But this world he lives in is putting pressure on him. He has to be a man. But he doesn't feel like a man, at least not yet.
However, he's trying to act like one. He's just a breath away from his middle twenties and his body is fully grown by now. It should be easy to be a man, right? He doesn't know the answer. Because society's pressure and norms are taking their toll on him. His body posture seems neutral at first glance, but his eyes are full of curiousness about something. Something that he has yet to discover and is dying to discover.
Then he looks at you straight in the eye and you finally see it. Sadness. Defeat. He doesn't want to be society's man. He want's to simply be young. A young boy that has yet to find out things about the world. And most importantly, has yet to find out things about himself.
So for a moment, there, at the corner of the room, he goes limb. He lets himself fall to the floor, he needs to do this. And he's sitting there, on his white loose shirt and his briefs, half top indicating his manly nature and half bottom showing his innocent side. The curious child inside him who doesn't bother to go pantless because that's harmless when you're so, so young.
A flower is there. He doesn't know what kind of flower that is, but it's beautiful and fresh. Fresh just like him. He picks it up, plays with it, let's himself feel it with his hands, talks to it, makes it his friend. The flower is pure, and so is he. So pure that he ends up putting it behind his ear.
And then he realises it. He's neither a man nor a boy now. "That's a girl!", that's what everyone would say. And he has learned that this is bad for someone born a male. This isn't good. It's sad. And the sadness is in his eyes, just like before. He pulls his knees close to his chest and loosely wraps his arms around them. He's trying to protect himself from the world's venom in a childlike way. However, he's not completely closed to himself. The curiosity is still there and he's making some room for it.
The flower and the shirt are gone. He's more bare now, yet still not completely. A cloth is wrapped around his head and glitter is surrounding his bright eyes, a step further into his experimentation. Now he's neither a man nor a boy, not even a girl. "He is like a woman!" that's what everyone would say. He knows it by now and he's used to it. His features were the first indication, his curiosity the second. He's used to this now.
But he's also tired of it because he's slowly realising who he is. And he wants a way out of the toxicity surrounding him. He wants to get rid of all these labels that are put on him with mean intentions. This is pressuring him and he's done with this pressure. He wants out.
He's breaking down. The anger, the frustration, all the tension that was building up inside him is getting out. He's silent, but his eyes speak volumes. If looks could kill, his would. If you dare get too close to him now, or open your mouth with vile intentions, he will snap at you. He's done with the bullshit. All he ever wanted was to just be himself in a way that made him feel good.
And then, in the middle of his breakdown, the water cascading over him and drenching him from head to toe... He finally finds his catharsis.
He lets the water wash away the angony and the negativity, all those things that have been clouding his mind for so long and were preventing him from being his true self. No one knows if water is the only thing that's covering his cheeks or if some of those dropplets are tears. But it doesn't matter. Right there, under the water, he's safe and he's getting freed. And the glitter around his eyes is still there and is shining.
He is shining. Shining so bright.
He opens his eyes, looks up to everywhere and nowhere. He knows.
This is not a man. Not a boy. Not a girl. Not a woman.
This is just a male with feminine feautures. This is a person who's been afraid to explore their identity, but not anymore.
This is a person.
This is Kris.
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Somewhere prior to the events of 2038, younger Emma made Daniel play dolls with her, but got frustrated when his voice didn't change enough to convincingly reflect the character he's playing. It's a known character from Emma's favourite (and Daniel's second favourite) cartoon.
"Andy doesn't speak like that!" Emma looked at Daniel accusingly.
"How does he speak?"
"Like that," Emma changed the pitch of her voice and imitated the accent, "And like that."
"Okay, I'll try."
Daniel took a moment to reflect on Emma's impression and tried his best to replicate it.
"How about now?"
From the way Emma's face turned red, Daniel realised his mistake even before she said, "Never mind."
He didn't mean to mock her. She started to stand up.
"Wait! I can do better."
"Do you?" Emma asked sarcastically – a new addition to her usual behaviour. She must've picked it up from her mother, Daniel thought, because she definitely didn't pick it up from him.
"I promise. But," he gestured her to get closer, one eyebrow rised in a promise to share something interesting and special. A secret. He found it to be one of the most effective ways to instantly switch Emma's sour demeanour to one of morbid curiosity. "You shouldn't tell anyone."
Her eyes sparkled with interest, and she sat back.
"You may not believe it, but I'm world's best impressionist."
Emma laughed. Like he said, she didn't believe him. Daniel smiled.
"It should stay between you and me. Ok?" He switched his voice at the question to the one of Andy.
Emma gasped, then jumped from excitement and laughed again. Amused, this time.
"Do it again! Do it again!"
"Shhh, Emma. It's a secret."
The girl jumped on the place trying to contain her excitement, pressing her hands against her mouth. She took a few deep breaths to calm herself down and whispered.
"What will happen if I tell someone?"
"I'll never do it again." Daniel whispered back in Andy's voice.
It wasn't actually something that he had to hide – It was a knowledge that was easy to access if only someone dared to ask. And yet, Emma liked secrets, and he couldn't miss the opportunity to give one to her.
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