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I'm not saying you have to be unhealthily obsessed with art and media and films or whatever, you don't have to live and breath for that artist you love, you don't have to sell your soul to the fictional world of your choice but—

Why not love it? What's not to love?

Why not be enthralled and amazed by the art of cinema?

Why not go wild for a hot minute over that one song that makes you feel electric inside?

Why not watch a good animation and cry your eyes out because it's just so beautiful to look at?

Why not go to a museum and stare in awe at a painting for 40 minutes because you allowed it to speak to you and now the colors somehow make perfect sense?

Why pretend that you're not moved by it at all? Why keep this wall up? Why deny that there's something in this music or movie or sculpture that just moves you? Why would you insist to be so mundane, uninterested and passionless?

Is it fun to be... dull? How do you have fun? Do you have fun?

So you're telling me that this work of art does absolutely nothing to you? There is not one song that you love? Not one book that is your absolute favorite? No artist that you admire and would love to meet? No movie that has changed the way you look at life?

You watch things and listen to things and you just like them? No teary eyes, no goosebumps, no racing heartbeat, no excitement, no passion?

You're not a fan of anything?

How sad

the accolade ( the...the cat-olade...)

once again thinking about jason as duke’s robin. he’s ~4 years younger than jason, and that’s puts him at 8-12 during Jason’s time as robin. that’s prime time to get attached to your local kid vigilante before your own life goes downhill.

and if we try to keep duke’s meeting with bruce in zero year + duke’s age (so he can remember the meeting and hold that conversation with bruce), he has to be around 8. if he starts following batman through the news at that time because of the mess that just happened, the robin he sees is probably jason. I’ve literally connected the dots

thinking about how Humans Are Space Orcs stories always talk about how indestructible humans are, our endurance, our ability to withstand common poisons, etc. and thats all well and good, its really fun to read, but it gets repetitive after a while because we aren't all like that.

And that got me thinking about why this trope is so common in the first place, and the conclusion I came to is actually kind of obvious if you think about it. Not everyone is allowed to go into space. This is true now, with the number of physical restrictions placed on astronauts (including height limits), but I imagine it's just as strict in some imaginary future where humans are first coming into contact with alien species. Because in that case there will definitely be military personnel alongside any possible diplomatic parties.

And I imagine that all interactions aliens have ever had up until this point have been with trained personnel. Even basic military troops conform to this standard, to some degree. So aliens meet us and they're shocked and horrified to discover that we have no obvious weaknesses, we're all either crazy smart or crazy strong (still always a little crazy, academia and war will do that to you), and not only that but we like, literally all the same height so there's no way to tell any of us apart.

And Humans Are Death Worlders stories spread throughout the galaxy. Years or decades or centuries of interspecies suspicion and hostilities preventing any alien from setting foot/claw/limb/appendage/etc. on Earth until slowly more beings are allowed to come through. And not just diplomats who keep to government buildings, but tourists. Exchange students. Temporary visitors granted permission to go wherever they please, so they go out in search of 'real terran culture' and what do they find?

Humans with innate heart defects that prevent them from drinking caffeine. Humans with chronic pain and chronic fatigue who lack the boundless endurance humans are supposedly famous for. Humans too tall or too short or too fat to be allowed into space. Humans who are so scared of the world they need to take pills just to function. Humans with IBS who can't stand spicy foods, capsaicin really is poison to them. Lactose intolerance and celiac disease, my god all the autoimmune disorders out there, humans who struggle to function because their own bodies fight them. Humans who bruise easily and take too long to heal. Humans who sustained one too many concussions and now struggle to talk and read and write. Humans who've had strokes. Humans who were born unable to talk or hear or speak, and humans who through some accident lost that ability later.

Aliens visit Earth, and do you know what they find? Humanity, in all its wholeness.

It’s always funny when anglo writers looking to express a specific idea casually pluck a cool ready-made monosyllabic phrase from their language’s unlimited supply and Romance language translators just curl up in the fœtal position and cry. I'm reading a text in which the American author talks about ‘Haves’ vs ‘Have-Nots’ vs ‘Have-Mosts’ —the poor French translator translated this as ‘ceux-qui-ont’ (the French language: don’t worry I’m just getting warmed up), ‘ceux-qui-n’ont-pas’ (nice we’ve doubled the syllable count but we mustn’t falter), and the beautiful ‘ceux-qui-ont-plus-que-tous-les-autres’ (300% expansion ratio let’s gooo! we did it great work everybody.) From 2 to 8 syllables—the minute I saw that bulky thing I knew it had to be Have-Mosts in the original and I was giggling. The anglo author happily proceeds to use the phrase ‘Have-Mosts’ 5 times per paragraph because why not! it’s so quick and wieldy :) we don’t actually need the word wieldy 'cause it’s just the normal state of our language <3 meanwhile you can feel the French translator’s desperation grow as she is reduced to juggling with “those” and “the latter” to avoid summoning her creature. Eventually she reaches the acceptance stage and uses ceux-qui-ont-plus-que-tous-les-autres again like, it’s my monster. I shouldn’t reject it

variations of slimecicle (Happy birthday to the gunky man himself!)

Unprofessional yuri save me.. save me unprofessional yuri.. (image description in alt text)

Hey I'm Panic, and it's time to Gay!

Biblically accurate gay people jumpscare

hey im curious

feel free to rb & explain your answer in the tags!

its nice to feel wanted

zuko alone pt 2

lovingly inspired by this [ids in alt]

left on read...?

meanwhile:

xiao has fainted the moment he read Venti's texts

in the tomb of saint gabriel

(may your woes be many)

i think a lot about hot sauce and jeannemary. two young girls so ready to kill and to die. a comparison made all the worse when you recall that hot sauce lost all her family to the cohort, that she can specifically recall fourth style necromancy (using corpses as bombs). a fourteen and thirteen year old that could easily have been on opposite sides of the same front line. 

no it's fine this mind flayer is totally my friend and 100% honest with me all the time it's ok it likes me everything's so normal

unmmmmm outfit concept or something