Daniel

22, fander, crave angst, especially roman angst. Fandom brainrot and politics. Love y'all

[apricops]

*trying to pitch public transportation to Americans* it’s like a legal form of texting while driving

[sabertoothwalrus]

hello instagram artist. your challenge is to do a portrait study of a woman but you’re not allowed to stylize them so their eyes are really big and more cat eyed than the reference photo. You’re also not allowed to make their noses more of a button nose or their lips full and pouty or their faces heart shaped with no double chin. Also you have to draw a fat woman. one thats actually fat and not just slightly curvier than the kpop demon hunters body type. good luck

[kyri45]

Guards! Put the blond man in spandex in situations!

Ahah you thought it was gonna be a silly introduction? Well me and @sam-i-am-27 have been coocking some more loree. (PREV)

[faerieinthehumanworld]

So this is BRILLIANT

[homunculus-argument]

It's a pity that the petrichor scent didn't work out (I hadn't considered that it smells different depending on the region and there's no way I could find the nordic after-rain scent anywhere), but I have now come to the conclusion that I want to smell like amber and cardamom at all times.

[forgetfulalice]

how do you smell like amber it is a rock

[homunculus-argument]

It's actually a resin!

[mothmanfucker2]

I got that dog in me *curls up on the ground and starts whimpering*

[amthsts-remade-deactivated20191]

follow me for more great posts other people made

[ctrl-shift-alt-9]

Hi! I love your blog and how good you explain things <3

I have a question, what's that thing Simon touches for comfort on his right shoulder at the beginning of the movie? He does it again before tying the strap onto the black box. I just can't figure it out.

Thanks in advance ☺️

This is Simon's knife holster (sheath), gifted to him by his mother when he was a small child. It is a sentimental item and acts as a psychological soother for him. Simon uses the strap to this item to bind the black box to the life jacket, of which I've spoken about here. He prays over it during his last moments, begging her to keep it safe for him.

In technical practice, this is an Ottoza Leather Knife Sheath, and you can find it here.

It is a symbol of many things: grief of loss, love surviving loss, but also violence born of the will to survive, and death as a result. To survive is to inherit a loop: love grants the will to fight, fighting forces us into violence, and violence inevitably returns us to death.

The sharpest blade is always held by the hand that refuses to die, driven by the memory of a love that refuses to fade.

In this movie, the loop closes exactly where it began: with a prayer born of hope, begging for protection, whispered over an instrument of violence. It's truly some moving stuff.

I hope this helps you understand the knife and its place in the movie a bit better!

[jack-is-trash]

@markiplier i hope the fandom didn’t scare you with all those “Weird” posts that you might find or we already did it. We probably did it. Hands down we’re sorry.

[markiplier]

bc I am fragilé cinnomomo roll 2 preshus 4 dis werld cant handle da weird

I’ve seen myself getting ass-blasted by springtrap, I think I’m ok.

[pmdunbar]

that’s so iconic i want to leave it here for me to come back and laugh from time to time

[susiephone]

underrated fantasy thing is when authors want to avoid giving an actual earth year their story takes place so the characters say shit like "back in the Year Of The Skateboarding Dragon" and all the other characters are like ah yes how could we forget the crops were so plentiful the year that dragon did those sweet sweet kickflips

[didsomebodysay-kat-aesthetic]

[susiephone]

how dare you be funnier than me on my own post

[willgrahamscock]

some of you need to internalize this concept

[sinkinginthepee]

some day ill be able to post this on thursday

[adulthoodisokay]

it’s out of touch thursday

[dynastylnoire]

Okayyyy FootWork!

[partywithponies]

Strange racists and homophobes on the internet seem to have access to an alternate way cooler version of TV than me. "every white character on TV is in an interracial relationship" "every show has a gay couple in it" "main characters keep having to secretly be bisexual and nonbinary" "every show has gratuitous full frontal nudity" like damn promise?? What channel???

[urlocalpyshcopan]

as a black gay person real like where y'all be finding this stuff pass the name

[brainsforbabyjesus]

for real though, those DO NOT WATCH OR YOU'LL CORRUPT YOUR CHILDREN lists put out by conservative christian family groups is where I find all the stellar tv shows. Like, shit I didn't know half of those existed, thanks for finding them for me, gonna go watch 30 hours of gay tv now!

[infamousbrad]

I think I know how this works.

For personal context, before I went to the '98 Burning Man festival, one of the things I'd read from a couple different journalists was that "everybody" runs around naked. Which, fine by me, I'd already spent a lot of time in clothing-optional spaces, I'm not fanatic about it but it's nice.

So I got there early and set up a public shade structure on one of Black Rock City's main roads and spent most of each afternoon just watching the crowds go by. I don't remember seeing more than one actually naked person the whole week. I think a topless woman passed by my intersection maybe every half an hour, sometimes once an hour. So why in the hell were people, normally pretty smart and observant writers, coming away with the impression that everybody was naked?

Then I remembered an unrelated passage from Joel Garreau's great book about the history of the outer-ring suburbs, Edge City. Mall developers told him flat-out that they tried to keep the crowds in their malls less than 5% black. Not because they themselves were racist, but because they had determined, experimentally, that if more than 5% of the people in the mall are black, the median white shopper will wrongly describe the mall as at least half black, as mostly black. And not a few of them would describe it, at 6% black, as a mall where "only black people go." Why?

Because, emotionally, they were still upset over the last one when the next one came into view.

Same as the journalists describing Black Rock City as all naked. Same as the right-wing religious culture warriors describing television as entirely mixed-race and gender non-conforming. Not because it's even vaguely true, we know that, but because they haven't gotten over their discomfort over the last one by the time the next one comes along. The anger, not the stimulus, is the part that's continuous, so their mind lies to them that it's "all" the thing they can't get over.

[kagedtiger]

Similar effect for the presence/proportion of women in things, by the way: https://health.howstuffworks.com/mental-health/human-nature/perception/how-17-equals-496-the-amazing-multiplying-women.htm

[ctrl-shift-alt-9]

Oh. The blood turned the light on. Oh. The god spat on the light.

Things were going to be OK. It was coming for him. It had met him and knew him and it would take him into its domain and there was hope of continued existence. The god interacted with the hope symbol after crushing all the other ones.

Guys. We were watching two character arcs: one about Simon, and the other about the God. It was learning to be more human by witnessing Simon, and Simon was becoming more like it, like a monster, by witnessing it in return. The god learned what hope was by looking at Simon and then emulated it, something impossibly unknowable emulated human kindness. And all because it saw into Simon and saw something worthy.

This was a messed-up cosmic love story. I'm fucking ill.

[ctrl-shift-alt-9]

There is a specific kind of grief in Iron Lung that I can't stop thinking about.

You think because the stars died out, people lost their sparkle? That the void took our need to be heard? Did the Quiet Rapture steal humanity's soul, really? Or did it just force it to become more resourceful?

Do musicians scrape together two-string boxes and vent their woes to the void?

Do you think they are painting little white dots on every cold surface of their station? Makeshift stars reminding them of a sky they will die yearning for?

Do you think mothers are still trying to recreate the dishes of their cultures for their children with what little they have? Do you think they spend hours painstakingly making toys for them? Do they speak of Earth like a fond friend?

I'm thinking about the mechanics staring out into the abyss, still planning what they were going to do with their little "baby projects" they left in garages on planets that have vanished.

The people of Eden singing stories of Mars to the Tree, as if it would carry their message back through time. It's the only hope they have that God is listening. The only ear.

The biologists with notebooks full of plants they sketched by memory, over, and over, and over again, lest they forget something so precious.

Children growing up in adult clothes, knowing they will still be wearing them come middle age. A treasured family heirloom is something warm enough.

Do you think about it?

Do you?

[willowwyrd]

Sorry i've been holding back the demons but some of y'all need to watch the fucking movie I just saw someone say "Simon probably never learned to read :("

Brother there is a Whole Scene and joke. Dedicated to the fact that Simon can, in fact, read.

[ctrl-shift-alt-9]

You are NOT being a hater. I've seen multiple fics do this, too. I've also been holding back the demons, but this is also my Opinion Blog, and I can do what I want.

Sorry, I just- hold on a minute. I gotta put on my Big Boy Media Literacy Degree Voice for this.

You know how all of America sort of stereotypes the South to be full of hillbilly illiterate red-pilled gun owners?

That's what the COI is doing to Eden. The COI believe themselves to be intellectually superior and speaking to a sub-human. They treat Simon like an actual animal on multiple occasions. It's a bunch of self-proclaimed scientists talking down to an agrarian religious man. There's a lot of prejudice happening, and it's not just because of who Simon is, or what he did, although, that does play a part in it.

There's a great prose by @antilocaprine on this exact topic here, which I recommend everybody read before they write for Simon.

Tossing around characterization ideas that reinforce the discrimination Simon faced in the movie is some bullshit, in my opinion. I think this is one of the writing topics I cannot be flexible about.

And before you ask me, "what discrimination?" I mean, look:

It's not about Simon being a convict. These people have enslaved their incarcerated populace. They know well enough that their convicts are capable and useful in job settings under the right pressure, and they abuse the fuck out of that.

No. These guys think Simon can't tell his own ass from a rocket launcher because he's from Eden, specifically. They very explicitly use the word Eden in a derogatory manner in the film.

So, when I see people write him struggling to read, it's an instant click-away. I can't stand it. Let our lad intellectually flourish. He's SO bright and resourceful.

[currentlylivingonaprayer]

Big fucking fan of ' Stratt watching Grace's video logs and Simon walking by in the background and her going "wait a fucking second" '

Sadly, there isn't enough of this 😞

[thatboleyngirl77]

I imagine that Raine didn't drink alcohol after being possessed by both the Collector and Belos simultaneously.

They probably have nightmares about losing control of their body again. They feel terrible for allowing Belos to use their voice to lie to the Collector. They are terrified that they might let something bad happen again, like Belos taking over the Titan, while they were dragged away by that awful green sludge.

They can still feel Belos under their skin sometimes. As though the goo was still pulsing through their veins. No shower is long enough to scrub that feeling away, some days. Some days they feel like Belos is still there, clawing, clutching just below the surface, not enough to break tissue, just enough to create that itch that haunts them. They remember how powerless they felt.

So they avoid drinks, they wouldn't even dare, just in case they lost their hard earned control over their own body. In case this time they lost someone they cared about.