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Other Pokemon Protagonists: Weh I have to be careful, there might be a rat or a small bird in the tall grass!!!
Pokemon Colosseum Protagonist:
the year is 1888
me, the first palaeontologist to dig up a triceratops skull, whispering softly: what the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuckkkk
fun fact: modern paleontologists and archaeologists have pointed to some greek vase art of mythological monsters as being evidence that the greeks dug up dinosaur skulls and were like “what the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuckkkk”
and then they did the Greek Thing and painted naked men fighting the monster
or, well, a deeply flawed representation of what they imagined the fossil had looked like while alive, an early form of paleoart.
but sometimes they also just. drew the skull and slapped a black blob monster onto it? anyway i love the greeks.
The vase is a Late Corinthian column krater in the mfa!
And the theory abt the fossils is in Adrienne Mayor’s book The First Fossil Hunters.
Not to mention when they found cave bear skeletons in caves, they thought that they had found the bones of demigods. So of course they gave those cavebears a proper warrior’s burial, complete with armor and coins for passage. So then when archeologists are exploring caves, they find these bears that have been decorated to look like really big humans, and buried ceremonially.
I’m Gonna Be (500 miles) is honestly just such a pure, solid good song. The lyrics are cute af and actually resemble a long-term committed and happy relationship and to top it all off you can scream ‘DAHDADADA’ and the top of your lungs in a pub and someone will scream it back to you.
men reviewing a male filmmaker’s movie: if you can’t understand the poeticism of this movie’s slow pacing, then maybe you are not ready to understand cinema!
men reviewing a female filmmaker’s movie: not a lot happened. 0/10 wack
Men reviewing men: “A deeply moving, personal journey.”
Men reviewing women: “Too personal.”
Listen up y'all. I’m a young, lesbian woman midway through a masters of fine art in Screenwriting as I prepare for a career in film and television. And this is the fucking truth.
About a month ago I met with a (young straight white male) professor about a script I was working on. The protagonist is an LGBT female struggling with a depression severe enough to have ended her last relationship. She is medicated for her depression and the medication itself plays a role in the script. This isn’t the plot of the film, just an aspect of the protagonist’s character.
The entire duration of the meeting with this professor was marked by his extreme disinterest in my script. Which, fine- you can’t please everyone, and honestly there were some major problems with the script that I’ll have to tackle during the rewrite. But the real highlight of the meeting was when, after being asked what he felt the biggest issue with my protagonist was, my professor responded: “Well nobody’s that sad. It’s just unrealistic.”
Three other scripts in my class feature protagonists struggling severely with depression. Two of those three are written by men. When I checked in with them afterwards, I was told by the other female writer that she’d received a similar comment from our professor. Both male writers, however, had been praised for their “sensitive and thoroughly human characters.”
Of the faculty in my program, only two professors (of close to 20) are female. The majority of the program is taught, run and managed by white, straight, cis males.
My point is this;; it’s not just Hollywood. As far down the career step totem pole in Screenwriting as formal education, men genuinely don’t believe that women are allowed to be emotive, expressive beings. If you say too little, you’re a bitch- if you say too much, you’re melodramatic and pathetic to boot.
Men don’t want women, men want female bodies on camera, and that is the single biggest crock of horse shit in this entire garbage industry.
Men don’t want women, men want female bodies on camera, and that is the single biggest crock of horse shit in this entire garbage industry.
i’m assuming by now you’ve all read about the christian missionary who was killed while trying to convert the uncontacted indigenous north sentinelese tribe in india – which is, in fact, illegal, because the tribe has had absolutely no contact with the outside world and is therefore incredibly vulnerable to foreign contagions and diseases – but what a lot of stories are leaving out is that the guy actually spent several hours on the island, long enough to speak with the members of the tribe and “sing worship songs to them,” before members of the tribe killed him. and he brought along a backpack with some personal possessions, which remained on the island and were handled by members of the tribe. which is to say he fully could have unwittingly infected the tribe with some lethal disease that could wipe all of them out. what kind of narcissistic sociopath.
“Police said Chau had previously visited North Sentinel island about four or five times with the help of local fishermen,” journalist Subir Bhaumik, who has been covering the islands for years, told BBC Hindi.
oh sorry it’s actually worse than i thought, he went to the island multiple times with multiple other outsiders, each time increasing the possibility of exposing the tribe to foreign contagions
A source with access to handwritten notes that Chau gave to the fishermen to pass on to a friend said that Chau described taking scissors, safety pins and a football as gifts to the tribe.
In his notes, the source said, Chau wrote that some members of the tribe were good to him while others were very aggressive.
“I have been so nice to them, why are they so angry and so aggressive?” the source quoted Chau as saying.
HE BROUGHT SCISSORS??? SAFETY PINS??? ITEMS THAT COULD INJURE THE MEMBERS OF THE TRIBE???
#not to be controversial but this just comes to show that christian colonizers #do not think of these tribes as thinking feeling autonomous people on the same level as them #or on any level at all: #they see these tribes as savages or animals #this could not be more clearly a matter of reaching some kind of ultimate christian trophy #it’s dehumanizing and evil #like the audacity of this colonizer is cartoonish – he loves them and jesus loves them? #give me a break. #no offense but these people have made their laws and it was within their right to kill this fool
Kenneth Branagh as professor Gilderoy Lockhart in a never-before-seen before photoshoot from Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets - Entertainment Weekly.
i took a pic of me watching the pickle rick episode to piss people off but like somehow i managed to take the pic so that the frame on the tv was…. a different frame to the reflection on the desk?
cursed image
this is the most fucked up scenario that accurately depicts that movement of photons through space and time
Einstein would be so upset that you proved his theory in one moment, cause in his day it took fuckin months to setup an eclipse pic to prove relativity n you did it by accident, in ur living room. congrats.
sir that’s my emotional support gardener
Post Malone’s father was Malone and his grandfather was Pre Malone
what is Post Malone’s son’s name going to be?
Post Malone infertile due to raw sewage consumption
Yall know what Post Malone’s street name is?
Honestly the mere fact that some people refer to Daddy Long Legs as “harvestmen” is creepier than 90% of all deliberately created horror but like the worst part is that the alternative is calling them Daddy Long Legs
#WHAT ARE THEY HARVESTING #I AM HAUNTED AND VEXED
They are harvesting our sorrows
True harvestmen, and not cellar spiders which are the other Daddy Long Legs, are truly omnivorous- known to eat everything from spiders, to fecal matter, to leaves and fungus… But one of the singularly most interesting habits of a particular European species is their almost symbiotic relationship with beehives– particularly man-made beehives. When a bee dies inside the hives, workers will remove the the corpse to just outside the hive just before dark. And the harvestmen? Well, they live up to their name.
So what you’re saying is that they are the grim reaper for bees.
The grim beeper
Me: Wow tom hardy’s eddie brock is so relateable
Critics: wHAT DO YOU MEAN he’s a hungry, stressed, bisexual, monster-fucking, unemployed, auditory-overstimulated, disillusioned, anti-capitalist in a shitty apartment with a drinking problem!!!
Me: yeah
So, in Frozen, the deep freeze Elsa put everyone under is actually a good visual metaphor for autistic burnout. Let me explain.
Elsa had been taught to hide who she was because her parents feared the outcome should the citizens find out she was a witch. She never learned control beyond snow and ice sculptures. So when it came down to it, she couldnt forsee nor prevent what happened. Not until the end of the movie.
Why is this a good visual metaphor? Too often, autistics are the ones who have to adapt to neurotypical behavior, instead of the other way around. This leads to a lack of appropriate coping skills. Often, we will reach a peak tolerance and just burn out. This leads to more meltdowns, loss of abilities, and other stuff. Why? We were never taught to cope with and work around our disability. We instead had to hide who we are out of fear. That is never a good idea. When we are taught to hide instead of cope, we cannot control what happens when the pressure becomes too much. We never learned how.
I hope this makes as much sense on paper as it did in my head.
Trust me, I understand what you’re getting at. I wrote a post back in 2016, about how I related so heavily with Elsa. I was going through autistic burnout when Frozen was released.
why the fuck are princess doll toys and pet shop shit commercials always putting these weird theme songs in like they cant even rhyme them theyre always like “sparkles and glitter right before your eyes!!! she talks and dances and!!!!!!!!!!! spins and flies!!! Magic Surprise!! Horse”
hey ya’ll lets pretend the bad things never happened, shall we
When a customer says some Weird Shit in the middle of check-out,
Okay, so very recently, I was cashiering for Publix, and it was late at night, and I actually didn’t wanna be there, go figure. So this woman walks up, buying about 15-20 items, which is a pretty clean run for me, so I’m scanning her groceries, and we carry a small conversation.
During this conversation, she asks me if I’m in school, and I say yes. I tell her about how exams went, as they were near that period, and told her I had a Biology exam that was over genetics. And she looks me straight in the eyes, with seriousness of a heart attack being read in every wrinkle of her white soccer mom face, and says: “Oh, I’m a Christian, I don’t believe in genetics.”
Flabbergasted. My eyes do that spinny rainbow thing that Apple computers do when theyre buffering. A second goes by. I’ve gone through all stages of grief at this point, but haven’t reached acceptance. I have to say something, I have to say SOMETHING. If I just stare at her through this, she’ll know I think she’s fucking dumb and she might get angry, and I don’t need that. Two seconds have gone by. I have stopped scanning groceries at this point, and am just being violently shot back and forth between two sections of the galaxy. I can feel my body taking leave of my soul. Three seconds. I have to say something.
“Anyway, I did well on my accounting exam, so that’s something. Do you have any coupons?”