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show-runners do not owe audiences the ending that they wanted or even the one people with media literacy anticipated. unless it’s supernatural in which case the show-runners still owe their audiences $100 million each in emotional damages
atla just so happened to write one of the most insane and complex brother sister relationships in all of television, and yet for some reason everyone focused on zuko and azula instead, even though they are basically just normal siblings, and as such not even that interesting ..
their dynamic is more fraught and tragic than you could ever comprehend……
this☝️ is just a typical sibling interaction
katara and sokka are what happens when you are your brother’s mother and your brother also tries to be your father. you love them, you hate them, you’re half of them, you can’t stand them, you look after them, they keep you safe.
azula and zuko are both just gifted kid burnouts with a dad that only loves the winner.
This is a reminder for those who handmake Christmas presents that now is not too early to start. It may in fact be a good time to start if you have a lot to make/your craft takes a long time. You should maybe start it now, whether that's brainstorming or actually doing the crafts!
Translating this into tumblr's preferred public service announcement format for this kind of alert:
someone on twitter is trying to claim that use of an em-dash is an indication of AI-generated writing because it’s “relatively rare” for actual humans to use it. skill issue
I can admit this is a little out of hand, but I promise AI didn't write my 150k fic 😂
Reblog if you're a human that uses em-dashes
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I have been here
I have not been here
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Happy Birthday, Count Von Count!
You guys are never gonna fucking believe what it’s actually called
They can try, and spend absurd amounts of money, and they might even make absurd amounts of money back, but we all know the real metric of cultural relevance.
Common Ground, Pt. 13
Next, we see Kolya's henchmen dump Sheppard unceremoniously back into the cell and we find that he now resembles a brittle old man who had probably not been able to walk on his own power back after the feeding. The guards throw him in with no regard to his well-being, leaving him prone on the floor. Previously, when Sheppard had first discovered that his cellmate was a wraith, we had seen Sheppard try to get as far away from it in his cell as was possible, seating himself on the opposite wall from the wraith. But now we see him actually crawl toward the wraith, leaning himself against the wall between their cells as though he were looking for comfort or protection from the other occupant. It is unclear whether Sheppard does this because he is simply unable to move further, not having the strength to make a statement, or if he is actually starting to warm up to the wraith following the glance they had exchanged before the wraith had been compelled to feed on him again. It is possible that Sheppard is starting to see both who the real monster in this scenario is and that the wraith is as helpless here as he is -- coming to see that common ground between them.
no but "He's on a work trip with Jesus to afford your blueberry budget" is so fucking bad
work trip -> she's gonna think he's coming back
YOUR blueberry budget -> puts the blame on her even if that isn't what you intended
your BLUEBERRY budget -> what if she just stops eating because she thinks that will being her dad back? bc girls growing up in the usa don't already have enough of a complex around food i guess
your blueberry BUDGET -> teach your kid early to minimize herself and her needs by associating her favorite healthy food with her dad dying and leaving forever
congrats that's the worst anyone's ever done it
great question! its what Charlie Kirk's widow told their 3yo daughter
#Ok so grief is weird and makes people do fucked up shit#But like. Bestie.#What the fuck are you doing#Can't believe that his widow is just as cartoonishly evil#smdh
Why wouldn't she be as evil? Sometimes people get tricked into marrying arseholes and/or get stuck in awful situations, but the vast majority of people agree with and support their partners' actions. If she didn't agree with him she would've divorced him a long time ago. It's not guaranteed that the partner of an arsehole will also be an arsehole (some situations are difficult or dangerous to leave and some people, especially victims of abuse, might find it more emotionally difficult or personally immoral to leave even when they physically have the option to do so safely), but it's absolutely not surprising.
I just love The Mummy (1999) so much like I've always felt it was a masterpiece, I was never able to pinpoint the exact reason but I think I got it in my last rewatch: every single character is extremely competent in a very concrete, punctual and once-in-a-lifetime helpful skillset, and then they're ABSOLUTE DISASTERS on literally EVERY OTHER ASPECT of their lives. Evy can read and Sherlock her way through literally any egyptian riddle like she was born for it, but PLEASE, DO NOT, UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCE, leave ANY sharp objects, unstable structures or even-remotely inflamable objects ANYWHERE near her she WILL find a way to unleash HELL IN HER SLEEP. Rick can smash-parkour-swordfight his way out of any scenario but he has to have ALL neurons completely focused on the ONE (1) task at hand and if he gets out-DudeBroed he loses all his hit points his health meter goes red and he surprise-resets like a forced Windows update (see following scene for reference)
And don't even get me STARTED on Jonathan. This absolute gem of a man really is willing to let his sister drag him to hell and back with only mild complaining and will stop her human sacrifice ritual while the priest is mid-swing with an "hey Evy look we found the book!" with the same energy as if he was proudly announcing he found his long-lost car keys behind the couch but we DON'T blame him because he correctly spent his one braincell on THIS scene that changed the history of cinema forever:
In conclusion everyone is so very capable and so very pathetic at the same time and thus we have no choice but to stan
Progeny, Pt. 14
The replicator that looks like a woman leads them into the same meeting room where Niam had taken them through to the balcony to watch the city jump into hyperspace earlier. Niam and another replicator with the visage of a woman are waiting for them there, and the woman come to fetch them takes her place on Niam's other side. Sheppard and the team file into the room with Weir at the head of the group, as she had been the one that the woman had addressed in their room, she had been whom she had told to follow her. They have no idea why they have been brought in here, the three of them standing before them like a review board. The way the team arrange themselves in front of the table is otherwise the same as they had been standing before the High Council earlier with the exception that McKay takes up position on the other side of Ronon, even further away from Sheppard. It is not entirely clear what is going on between them, whether this is caused by McKay not quite knowing how to reconcile his experience of what he had endured during the mind probe or whether Sheppard simply needs to keep this distance to him when they are under the watchful eyes of hostiles.
Okay, I’m gonna ask that nobody try and track this person down and harass them because sometimes we gotta be wrong in public before we can learn something important.
First off, I’m gonna explain this in terms that emphasize qualities valued by white culture in order to communicate a point to you specifically, but things don’t have to be valued by white culture in order to have value. The idea that things that don’t have worth to white people are worthless contributes to all manner of racial injustices, including attitudes towards Black music as you’ve expressed above. So maybe that’s something you can chew on for a bit, figure out if that’s something colouring your opinion.
Second off, I have to ask what kind of rap you’re describing. Gangsta Rap? Boom-Bap? Jazz Rap? ‘Mumble’ Rap? What about Crunk? Emo Rap? Drill? How about UK Drill? Metal Rap? Horrorcore? Can you tell the difference, or is this all the same to you? Are all these genres nothing but slightly different beats and imagery to “sing swear words fast” to? That’s weird, since Country and Bubblegum Pop and Opera aren’t all just about wanting to fuck. Which I COULD say, if I was feeling uncharitable. Do you see the parallels?
Thirdly, I’m not convinced you’ve spend any time at all actually listening to rap. Kind of hard to form an educated and meaningful opinion on something you haven’t actually spend any time studying, isn’t it? I’ve never read The Great Gatsby, but I’m pretty sure it’s just about some dumb rich kid and his girlfriend, so it’s probably just some shallow faffy crap anyways. Fuck off if you’re the kind of person to waste your time on that.
Fourthly, and hopefully lastly- this one is just between you and me. You can keep it a secret if you like, nobody has to know. You don’t even have to do it if you don’t like, I’ll never find out anyways, but I think it’d be interesting for you: why don’t you write a few bars?
It shouldn’t be that difficult for you. I’m not even asking you to compose music, or a beat, or anything at all. Just a few lines. Maybe for a diss track. I happen to enjoy rap, so why not “sing swear words fast” at me? I’m a 5’3” single dork in a polyester polo shirt, I don’t fuck and I’ve got daddy issues from here to Poland. I’m a bad dancer, I don’t pull hoes, and I get really sweaty when I’m nervous. Can you work with that? I also have a really bad haircut right now, and my new glasses look like Clark Kent had no cool alter-ego to fall back on.
Rap is poetry. It’s wordplay. It incorporates simile and metaphor and figurative language, rhythm and beat and double entendre and onomatopoeia and idiom, connotation and denotation and implied meaning, symbolism and rhyme and the basic mouth-sounds within the syllables of individual words in a way that communicates with an audience, in a way that no other art form I know of does.
And good rap- like, REALLY good rap, the stuff you either haven’t heard or didn’t understand because if you had then you wouldn’t be writing it off like this- makes you play it on repeat, listen to it over and over again, look up the lyrics and study them the way you study classic lit in school because the layers and nuance and craftsmanship need to be disassembled to be appreciated fully- like notes in a fine wine, or individual instruments in an orchestra.
And frankly, that kind of skill- even if it WAS all just people shooting insults back and forth for the hell of it- it’d still be impressive.
You ever look at a Caravaggio or a Matisse and go “fuck that boring shit, it’s just dudes and flowers”? Or do you study the history, the symbolism, the craftsmanship? Do you admire the technique? The artist’s unique style, the texture, the way it elicits an emotional response?
Are you the kind of person who walks into the Louvre and see nothing but worthless smears, meaningless portraits and a hundred different ways of drawing fruit?
Or do you take it all in as a meaningful, cultural experience, a product of history and human emotion and passion?
If you do, why can’t you do that for Rap? What’s stopping you? What’s the difference?
And if you don’t, perhaps it’s not the art that lacks depth.
Progeny, Pt. 13
Niam takes Weir on a mental stroll and regales her with the tale of the betrayal of the replicators by their creators, and because he is such a sympathetic narrator, the Ancients sure do come across as real pieces of work in his retelling of the events, skewed though it may be. One thing we might note with regards the sexuality of the Ancients, as it comes to their assortative mating strategy and their plausible bisexuality, is that there is a man who joins one of their scientists by his workstation that gets way too close to him for the purposes of checking up on his work, as close as Sheppard likes to be when he is checking up on what McKay is doing most of the time, hinting at intimacy between the two men.
Through the mind walk we discover that the Ancients had created the replicators as a weapon against the wraith but as such mad scientist schemes often tend to go, they had found that their creation was getting out of their control and they had attempted to remedy their mistake by killing it with fire -- by bombarding the entire planet on which they had done their experiment from space not unlike what Sheppard and McKay had done in Misbegotten (S03E02). Once Weir is done with her mindmeld, we find her sitting on a bed with Teyla while Sheppard is seated on the other bed in the room. And we need only to look at Sheppard's body language to know exactly where McKay is in the room before we can even see him because he is, as always, oriented toward him.
Sheppard: Obviously the Ancients didn't do a thorough enough job wiping them out. Weir: No. A few of the nanites managed to survive. McKay: Which is all they needed to begin replicating again. Teyla: Replicating?
Progeny, Pt. 12
Niam leads them through what looks like the smaller meeting room on Atlantis -- the one where Weir had conducted her interviews of the Athosians in Suspicion (S01E05) with Sgt. Bates and where they had negotiated with Chaya in Sanctuary (S01E14), but which has not been used by them in recent times for much of anything. The room seems to have an adjoining balcony which opens up for Niam as he strides right through to the outside, and they are able to see the darkness of space outside. The city ship appears to have left Asuras and is quickly leaving their solar system, although we cannot be sure if the planet seen in the distance is Asuras or some other planet. The Ancients had settled their city on a planet with a vast ocean but it does not seem like the replicators would require water for their purposes -- or much of anything beyond metal ores. Regardless, they are all both impressed and freaked out by this unexpected sight unfolding before them.
Weir: We're in space. McKay: The stardrive! Of course. The rumbling sound we heard. With all the ZPMs, you're able to actually fly the city. Niam: Yes, Doctor McKay.
Progeny, Pt. 11
The scenario that the replicators had played out for Sheppard comes to an end as he experiences his own death through blowing up with Atlantis, and he comes to in the real world to what seems like excruciating pain. Oberoth withdraws his hand from Sheppard's brain, this seeming to be the interface through which they have both harvested information out of him and played out this scenario in order to study his responses to certain stimulus. Although Sheppard probably would like to scream from the pain, he seems to be in too much pain to actually do that, growling instead. While Sheppard is lower than Oberoth, we do not see whether he had Sheppard on his knees or whether he was in a seated position. The first thing that Sheppard seems to do as he drops to the floor is to find McKay with his eyes, which is only natural since McKay had been his last thought before dying. But for a moment Sheppard probably had time to think that he had actually woken up in hell.