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Pooh thought for a little. "How old shall I be then?"
"Ninety-Nine."
Pooh nodded. "I promise," he said.
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"Pooh, promise you won't forget about me, ever. Not even when I'm a hundred."
Pooh thought for a little. "How old shall I be then?"
"Ninety-Nine."
Pooh nodded. "I promise," he said.
I was watching Alice in Wonderland and had to ruin it for myself. Because I am unable to enjoy a piece of media like a normal person, have this beautiful madness of an AU.
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As long as there is at least one person who is contributing, Fandom will Not die.
I recently came across a post that I disagree with. I'm not going to argue on their post, because they are entitled to their opinion. But I am entitled to my own, even if it is the less "popular" one.
They believe that if you only read completed Fanfiction then Fanfiction (and fandom) will die.
I believe they are wrong.
I believe that as long as there is at least one person who is contributing, Fandom will Not die.
There's a Prophecy that proclaims a child will defeat the Great Evil ...
A band of warriors come together, almost all of them are long-lived / immortal type beings. Elves, Dwarves, a Dragon type being, you know the sort. And in the group is one human, a capable fighter.
They face villains, and challenges and all the usual fantasy difficulties. They bond, and become chosen family. Then they get to the place where the prophecy says the Chosen Child will defeat the Great Evil.
All the long-lived beings turn to the Lone Human.
"Time to fulfill the prophecy friend"
"Me? Mate, I'm 35 - I know I'm not old for a human, but I'm definitely not a child."
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Turns out the prophecy was made by an Elf, and anyone under a 100 is a child in their eyes.
In the group the next youngest being is like 300 years old. And maybe they all weren't certain about making a child fulfill the prophecy, maybe they would have preferred someone who was at least 50 years old. But the human has proved capable. All are horrified at learning humans are considered adults at about 20.
Maybe the human is the Chosen One. Maybe it's luck and actually a group effort, (but the legends refuse to believe it). But the Evil defeated, and the human is quite glad it wasn't an actual child having to save the day.
Okay, let's talk about kids and needles.
Because under the post about giving minors the right to medically consent, people are spreading a ton of misinformation on this - largely because they just do not question the stuff they just assume are "normal". Which here is: "kids are all afraid of needles and therefore if we let them consent or not to medical proceedures, they would just not consent and not get vaccinations, because needles hurt".
And, look. Here is the thing: no, needles do not actually hurt a whole lot. And while, yes, certain procedures that involve being stabbed by a needle hurt more if you are younger for a bunch of reasons... that is actually not the main reason children fear needles. Because, again: the pain is not that bad. And most kids, especially young kids, whose motor skills are still developing, usually will have a bunch more hurting scratches, bruises and the like at any given moment than there will be pain from the needle.
No, from what research can tell, the main reason kids are afraid of needles, is more that for many of them needle procedures are very traumatizing. And that is largely because of the consent issue.
Imagine you are a person who is still pretty darn new to that whole human thing. So for one, yes, your brain is actually not that great in understanding what pain is dangerous and what pain is a safe limit of pain. So yes, someone intentionally hurting you (like with a needle) is really kinda scary. But then there is also the thing where this person hurting you is not telling you why they are doing. The people who you normally trust with keeping you safe (your family) is betraying you, by just holding you down and scolding you for crying over it. Or maybe it is not your family, but some strange nurse who is holding you. And while you are scared, because someone is intentionally hurting you, while someone else is restricting you, the adults around you are telling you, that your emotional reaction to this is actually bad and you are wrong for reacting that way. They might in fact lie to you and tell you that something that is insanely scary to you is "not that bad", instead of just understanding that it is super scary to you. And that is then what you start to expect whenever you see a doctor prepare a needle: people holding you down, hurting you without reason, and telling you that you are wrong for being upset, actively gaslighting you.
We have research on this. And this research is pretty clear: most kids are actually somewhat okay with needles, if you inform them why you are doing it, allow for them to have their emotions, talk to them about their emotions, and allow for them to set at least some conditions.
And frankly, I hate how many people just accept the framing of "kids are naturally afraid of this because it hurts". Like, folks, I know y'all are fucking Americans and that in your culture it is kinda normalized to like put kids into like some sort of fortified hamsterball to stop them from like doing typical kids stuff. But... let me tell you: if you do not do that, kids will actually very regularly engage in dangerous play that they know will often end up in injuries that are going to hurt. And, no, they are not to dumb to understand that. The kids know that this is what might happen because of their play. They actually just take the risk. Yes, they will cry if they get hurt, because - again - their nervous system is still calibrating how it relates to pain. But they will likely do that thing again and again. I can tell you: I fell down a tree so often during my childhood, and I still climbed it. Again and again. So did most kids I knew. Like, fuck, we lived next to a forest. We played "Tarzan", and tried to go along paths without touching the ground. And we fell. A lot. And we still did it.
It is not the fear of pain that makes kids afraid of doctors. It is the fear of the associated force, and gaslighting.
Allow me to highlight a quote from OP here:
"most kids are actually somewhat okay with needles, if you inform them why you are doing it"
If children understand the WHY they are generally okay with whatever the thing is.
Treat children with respect, and realise they are their own individual selves!
Do you hear the Artists sing?
Singing a Song against ai
It is the Music of the People who will NOT use ai slop!
When the beating of your heart
Echoes the beating of the drums
There is a life about to start
In each Artists' Heart!
That's all I have. But I hope all my fellow creative people will join the crusade against ai.
Feck Off ai
Go Away ai
Go Away ai
Go Away ai
Go Away ai
Go Away ai
Go Away ai
i say this truly so affectionately but straight men in my life are so funny to me bc what do you mean you were haunted by david bowieās bulge when you watched labyrinth as a kid? multiple straight men have said this to me just in the past week and why is that the go-to reaction to that movie hm? thatās how youāre proving your sexuality, youāre gonna tell me you cannot stop thinking about the goblin kingās cock? it made a lasting impression on you huh?
I've come to the conclusion that this is a great way of guessing your sexuality.
Were you horrified by the bulge? Probably not attracted to men.
Were you distracted/intrigued by the bulge? Potentially attracted to men.
More distracted by Sarah? Possibly attracted to women.
Completely unaware of 'the bulge', focused entirely on the plot. Only becoming aware of people having such thoughts when you're an adult on Tumblr, and it makes you go "what on earth are any of you people talking about?" (Me, an AroAce who has loved the Labyrinth all my life, raises my hand). Almost certainly Asexual.
apparently youre supposed to perform. they love it when you perform. but it has to be authentic. they hate it when it's not authentic. but you have to perform.
As an almost certainly Autistic person, I feel like, based on context clues, like this is about Autism.
However, as an Actor, allow me to take you at your literal words and convey my thoughts on the manner.
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Performing Authentically is about being true to the character you are playing, the scene you are in, and the type of story that you are telling. And supporting the rest of the performers.
If you're performing in a tragedy, and your character is super serious an in a very sombre moment. Don't suddenly burst out laughing.
If you're the egotistical evil villain, don't suddenly appear uncertain of yourself and apologise for losing your place in the script.
If you're playing the sweet heroine, don't suddenly scoff, roll your eyes and swear about something.
Of course there are exceptions, but those all have to be authentic to the type of story being told, to the character you are playing.
As someone who prefers a script, I understand the desire to wish for a performance to run smoothly with everyone remembering their lines, cues and choreography. But there are two major problems with this.
The Real World doesn't work like that. Things go wrong. Lines get forgotten (and this can happen for any number of reasons, from something external causing a distraction, to just your mind going blank). Props and Costumes don't always behave, Tech Fails, and very rarely even tech people may make a mistake (it can happen, they are human too). Things go wrong, and you have to react as your character.
Wanting a script dismisses Improv Theatre. Which is a challenging, and highly impressive theatre type. And in many ways the most 'Authentic' of the styles.
Personally I've always said that an actor should know at one of two things (both is preferable). Either the whole script really well, so that if someone else forgets or skips a line; you can get the scene back on track. Or, your character really well, so when things go wrong you can perform authentically as your character in the moment.
And honestly, if you can only manage one of those things, it's probably better to know your character. You can always look through your script backstage, you cannot change how your character dealt with in the moment issues.
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Performing Authentically is about being true to the character you are playing, in the current scene, and in the type of show you are in. It is o you can support your fellow cast and the crew, and being supported by them in turn. It is about doing the best you can do in the moment.
How can we relate this to the 'Neurodivergent experience of interacting with other people'? No idea, I'm not good at interacting with people. All I do is try to be True to Myself. If I were a Character, How would I react?
And hope everyone else is also Performing Authentically.
A Stobotnik Dream
This morning I had a short Stobotnik dream.
Set in either an AU of the films, or in a world where it was a TV show. Done in the live action style, but gave off more 'Sonic Boom' type vibes.
Previously (this was known by both, flashbacks, and the way you just know things in a dream); Eggman had made a team of villains ... from people who worked in a department store?
'Last episode' Eggman had been blasted away by Sonic, but now he was back (I think a time stream spat him out), but with Superpowers. Sort of Chaos Eggman, but not as powerful. He had a sort of teleportation and ability to electrocute people.
There were about 5 people on the team (7 with Stone and Robotnik), but the dream only introduced me to two of them.
One - a 20 ish year old girl with short blonde hair who, I think wanted to be Robotnik's protƩgƩ. She had also gained electricity powers, but was struggling to control them. He popped up gave her some advice and then left her practicing her evil laugh.
Two - a tweedy little man with thick glasses. He was an artist or more art seller, whom we met dsbbing his eyes with a handkerchief as he missed Robotnik because:
"He made his staues look so realistic"
"He turned people into stone!"
This line was shouted by the viewers, myself included. Or maybe there was an offscreen character who said it. Either way, apparently Robotnik previously had powers or had made a machine that turned people into statues (think Medusa), and this fellow didn't care about that he just wanted to sell realistic looking art.
There were flashbacks of the 'team', Stone always with Robotnik of course.
My dream couldn't seem to decide if Stobotnik were an established Romantic couple, or a yearning to be together couple.
Robotnik showed up to Stone, he couldn't decide between saying 'Daddy's/Papa's back' or a genuine heartfelt and sweet 'Sycophant'
One of the other 'henchmen' tried to make Robotnik a coffee. He was blasted away because that's Stone's job. Though my waking self is sad it was Robotnik not Stone who did the blasting away.
I believe my mind made the decision that it would be an established couple. Here are the last two scenes that happened:
Eggman and his team were planning a tour. Two weeks of selling stuff (?), and Stone was sad he wasn't allowed to come. To which Robotnik replied "Why would I bring the man I love with me on a casual tour"
Waking logic: If any loved one wabts, and is able to join someone they care about on a journey to show their support, they should. (And considering Stone's job is with the Doctor, it would be required).
Dream logic: Apparently if Stone went with him Robotnik, Team Sonic would definitely know that Robotnik was back to being Evil and not reformed.
Then flashback, soft warm muted colours. Robotnik (third movie appearance, and wearing an ugly, but comfortable jersey) and Stone walking lovibgly hand in hand through an airplane.
That's when my alarm went and I woke up.
I want to try to kickstart something. How about some fic chain? Reblog the chain by adding 1-3 sentences to continue to story.
Rules: only reblogs, replies won't work like intended. In case of multiple chains appearing - more chains = more plots! No restrictions, have fun and go wild!
And so I'll start:
Stan opened his eyes and immediately tensed up. Something was wrong.
It wasn't the rope chafing his wrists that tipped him off, nor was it the chair that he was tied to. It was the whispering coming from the dark corners of the room.
"Who's there?" Stanley tried to call out, wincing as his raspy throat convulsed, refusing to let any sound pass through.
Yet the shadows in the farthest corner moved as if they heard him loud and clear. No, not moved - they thickened.
"Who's there?" His own voice answered back, but it was pitchy and wrong
"Who's there?" The darkness tittered and laughed, thick and swimming in Stan's fright.
"WhO's ThErE?" The whispered glee pushed at him, setting his nerves alight with dread.
He tugged against the ropes that had bound him to the chair, the knots crude but effective. He'd been in messes like this before, sure, but never one where his captors were faceless shadows, with voices that felt like high pitched radio static, itching at his skin.
It was probably a bad idea, but he spoke again, straining his ears to figure if it was one voice or three responding in the tainted caricatures of his own.
āQuit it, I aināt-ā
āScaredā A voice mocked once more, brushing right by his ear, barely tickling the hairs beside it. Stan whipped his head around, snarling, but found nothing in the darkness.
āListen pal, I donāt know what game youāre playing but itās not funnyā Stan spat, shrinking back into the seat to test the rope, finding his fingers catching around the knot.
āA game, ooh that sounds funā Another whispered, too far and close all at once, like an echo without a source.
The first thing that wasn't something plucked out of his mind. It was a gamble, a stupid one, but he was used to that by now.
"Yeah, sure, fine, a game - but you know, probably would be more fun if i wasn't tied to this chair."
"it's no fun if I play for you," hissed one shadow.
"Run, run, you better run," laughed another and suddenly he was assaulted by the echos of a hundred voices screaming.
"Who's there?" Just as he had done, but there was one voice in all those echoes that struck his heart to a near stop.
āFordā Stan couldnāt help but mumble, but quickly clamped his jaw shut to avoid saying anything more. He didnāt know how this⦠thing worked, but, as with all the dangers in his life, he didnāt want it catching on that he had a brother.
Stan hoped the voices hadn't heard his mumble, hand't heard his plea for his twins safety-
The giggling intensified, Stan held his breath hoping and praying that-
"Ford!" Came his own voice, chirping in an almost taunting imitation of Stan's voice, echoing round and round and round and damnit those footsteps better not be his brother's-
It was ... and wasn't Ford.
It had his apparence, but was so obviously actually some sort of Fey Being, and Stan tried not to roll his eyes, he hated dealing with creatures that could capture images from someone's mind - although it did make conning them a fun challenge.
"You want to play a game, Pal? Alright let's play-"
"-How about a game of riddles?" the not-quite-Ford tilted his head in what was the actually adequate mimic of said twin. "But you'll have to promise me something that you will give me when I win."
Typical. That creature already was thinking of getting something. Yet then again, not like Stan had other choices, had he?
Stanford struggled not to wriggle and squirm within the darkness holding him captured. He hated having to just watch, hated being unable to help Stan win this game against this creature.
But ... but he trusted Stan completely, and he knew Stan would win this game, win the prize.
not to talk about certain morally hideous authors, in contrast,but I keep thinking about how well Terry Pratchett does witch hunts in a world that has actual witches.
You have Tiffany Aching being aware of marginalised or outcast women being pushed further and further away from a community and then being accused of being a witch. The actual witch in the area either helps the women or lets the community feel her wrath at having harmed some poor old woman who needed help. You have actual witches furious at the treatment of non witches, and that treatment reflects what real world marginalisation of the outsiders and accused was like. nobody is brave enough to go fully against a "real" witch but it doesn't matter. someone was hurt or pushed away and that's something a witch can't stand for, even if she's in no danger herself. There's no "oh haha how silly, a real witch can't be hurt by witch hunting methods". it's "you caused harm or death to an innocent, how dare you think it's righteous"
I've actually been thinking about this over the past few months.
How Sir Terry described the drums of hate with the Mob Mentality that goes into these 'witch hunts'.
He has many scenes, indeed actual books, that cover this. As OP states "You have actual witches furious at the treatment of non witches, and that treatment reflects what real world marginalisation of the outsiders and accused was like."
And i keep thinking how there seems, in this world, to always be an amount of hate that exists, and apparently needs to be directed at whatever "minority* group" the drums decide to direct the hate towards.
Like the concept of belief in The Hogfather, but on a more negative concept.
(*'minority' I say, even though Women in general are on the list that includes 'the hated'.
A list that also includes Jewish People, People of Colour, Gay People, Trans People, as well as many others).
I just (literally) saw The Amazing Digital Circus Film.
I won't share any Spoilers. I do want to talk about the experience itself, it was incredible.
The Theatre was almost full (a few seats free, but not many). More children than I was expecting (though maybe they were more teenagers).
And almost everyone was dressed up. It was truly wonderful.
I was dressed up, in a blue and red outfit, with fabulous makeup. But so many others were in actual costumes! So many different Circus characters, all seemed to be homemade/handcrafted, and to such high quality. And as we all stood in line waiting to show our tickets, there were compliments being heard everywhere about outfits.
It was the most enthusiastic film audience I have been part of. And I've been to my fair share of midnight premieres for huge fandoms before.
There was a theatre wide countdown to the Pre-Show Ads!
Actually there were two, as the first one started 12 seconds too early. But the second one got the timing bang on.
My biggest prediction (not a spoiler) for the showing came true. We all sang along to Caine's song.
It was really a remarkable experience to be part of
I personally think that the debate on Rock Paper Scissors is so confusing because people play it differently in different regions
Iām Singaporean, so we typically say āScissors, Paper, Stone,ā going right on āStoneā, meaning we go right on the three, and our chant is different from anyone who says āRock Paper Scissorsā I have yet to find a single SG person who starts out with Rock paper scissors.
from what Iāve seen from American friends, since, they typically go āRock, Paper, Scissors, SHOOTā where they would go on āShootā āmeaning they go AFTER three. (WOW weāre really shooting from the hip hereā)
so given AJ grew up at France at one point Iām not surprised that he might have learnt a different version
but IDK just thought about it because I JUST played a game with my sister and I came to the sudden realisation the only time Iāve ever heard Rock Paper Scissors was with American friends and on Western TV
in Chinese I believe itās āē³å¤“ćåŖåćåø!ā (Shi tou, Jian Dao, Bu!) going on the last word, BU! Also doing it right on three, from what Iāve observed with my Singaporean Chinese friends (I find this interesting because the order this time is ārock, scissors, paperā)
And in Korean (Iām not an expert in the language) itās like āGawi Bawi Bo!ā Going on āBoā, also going on three, where I believe the order is āscissors, rock, paperā
so yeah just imagine these two poor guys who made up the game spreading it to other countries and it becoming so diluted that the order, the timing, and the way itās played (with Korean having a little chant at the beginning that means something like āyouāll lose if you donāt put your hand outā) gets so mixed up they also themselves forget what theyāre supposed to do when playing because they somehow know all forms of the game and now canāt reconcile on which is a better one
(my apologies for any inaccuracies, Iām only going on my broad knowledge with my studies in Chinese and my experience in SG)
Reblog with your countryās form of Scissors Paper Stone!
NZ.
When I was young it was always 'Paper Scissors Rock', and mostly on the count of 3.
EG: 1 "Paper" - 2 "Scissors" - 3 "Rock" and make your choice at the same time.
Although people were always willing to play on the 4th beat: '1-2-3' Go. If someone brought up that that that was their 'preference'
For some reason in the past 10 years or so, I've found more people using 'Rock - Paper - Scissors'
Oh good Ranger, pray tell, what is the difference between shoot and roll from the hip? Are their hips ok
Oh, Dear Anonymous Creature!! Welcome to my ranger cabin, I see you come bearing questions!!!! You must be weary from your travels, here..have some tea, if that is to your liking.
Ah, you ask an excellent set of questions! Shoot from the Hip are a wonderful, rowdy, cheerful and close knit band of Players and Bards who travel around the grey little island of the British Kingdom and perform many a good jest and improvisational play to the masses. There are four principal members of this Improvisational Player Group ,or SFTH as their many Pigeon Followers call them. These four Players are bound together by the bonds of fellowship, friendship, the welcoming arms of their art form, and of each other. Some would say that they are brothers not of blood but of choice. And we cannot neglect to remember their wives and partners and Sam's dear child too, who form part of their merry band!
There is the one they call the Gangle King Thomas Son of Mayo, kind and soft spoken it is said he is, wise and yet playful akin to a golden retriever with a streak of Mischief. He is skilled with the pen and creates monologues akin to those of the great Bard himself, except with no prior preparation. Indeed, he is most welcoming of all creeds and kinds of folk as they all are. He is, I am told, a shapeshifter too and can bend and contort his body into all manner of shapes.
Then there is Sam (Samuel) Son of the Russel-Holmes, he is strong beyond human reckoning, with the heart of the bravest of Hobbits and the courage of many a knight. Some say he is the gremlin of mischief and chaos and channels the energy too chaotic for us mere mortals to bare. His beard is the envy of them all.
Next we have Luke Son of Manning, he is, much to his own chargrin, known as the short one. However, amongst his fine companions, he is acclaimed to be the finest of the Players amongst them. And perhaps the most well read. He is known to be the most charming of the four, hair like sunshine, a bard of great renown and is kind and caring almost like a father to them.
And lastly, but not least, we have the brave, Sir Alexander Son of Jeremy. Standing near the height of Sir Thomas Mayo and built like a fortress that withstands battering from the sea, with artistic and directorial vision second to none. His appearance makes him seem looming and fearsome, but he is perhaps the most soft-spoken, thoughtful and pensive member of the group. When he is not loud and boisterous and, let it be said in kindness, confused upon the stage, he is there to catch his fellow friends when they need it.
Together they create plays and scenes and characters and narratives that only exist for a short time on stage and, yes, are recorded, but will never happen again. They are writers and players and directors and sound effects persons and characters of fair variety upon the stage. And they are most hilarious indeed to watch.
Now. Roll from the Hip is where they recruit the infamous, mysterious and yet hearty and kind of heart, but mean of narrative devices, the mage, the immortal, shapeshifting and ever smug Thomas Midgley. I am of the opinion, that he is released from his writing and game master room every so often at the request of his friends, Shoot from the Hip, to play the powerful game known as Dungeons and Dragons.
Together, Midgely, Mayo, Sam , Luke and Aj, along with a team of powerful camera persons and subtitlers go forth and create worlds of wild imagination where they go on various adventures such as, Lock Stock and Two Smoking Fireballs where you may run across the City of Donlon with a ragtag group of misfit criminals in search of justice, or The Plagueground where you're transported back to school except curses abound and there are four brave boys to assist on their journey, and other adventures which i have not yet watched such as Escape from the Vault and Wild Magical Warriors.
It is said that one must proceed with great caution when entering this arena of gaming, for it is easy to become fully enamored by Midgleys story -telling and the acting of all Five. It is worth every minute, but it may cost you your sanity. They are beautifully crafted adventures indeed.
As for whether their hips fair well and do not give them trouble. They are all in their mid-thirties so it truly is a question of the millenial body. However, I reckon that their hips do not lie and they can move and climb( mostly Sam) and jump into each other's arms and fight wildly on stage well enough.
I hope that my answers have enlightened you and have perhaps spurred you onto watching some of their Plays.
...Anonymous, I have no idea what came over me... sorry I blanked out for like...20 minutes there...
Shoot from the Hip/SFTH is a British improv comedy group and their channel on youtube is basically all their improvised plays and scenes and games.
And Roll from the Hip /RFTH is the name of their dungeons and dragons sister channel. With the addition of Tom Midgley as their game master!
I highly recommend giving them a watch on youtube if you like... unless you already have š¤š¶āš«ļø
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"It is worth every minute, but it may cost you your sanity."
Thou spake well.
Maybe it is time I find courage to share one of my personal projects? Or, at least, share some very early sketches. Anyway, may I introduce you all to the possibility of an Art-book based on the novel āDraculaā? A story that I find more and more shares many similarities with Lord of the Rings⦠a Victorian equivalent that is š And having set myself a very tasking goal of creating a whole book with backgrounds, set pieces, landscapes and characters, it makes sense to start first with some characters.Ā
Mina, a etiquette teacher, is the in-universe āauthorā of the manuscript that we read, it is she who binds and connects all the separate storylines into a solid narrative, helping with it to stop the Count.
Jonathan, a young solicitor and Minaā fiancĆ©/husband, experiences a very-not-so-good business trip, finally escaping imprisonment and bringing much valuable information to England.
Lucy, Minaās best friend, is a young woman ready to embrace life, a bundle of sunshine and joy- only to have her light extinguished by the Count.
Count Dracula, a noble man from ages past, has long waited and planed, now ready to expand his reign to countries far away, his eyes first set on England. But he has not anticipated the strength and courage of those who embrace the Light.Ā
More hopefully to follow soon.
Fabulous artwork
I love that we can see the characters personalities. And the difference between Lucy, being full of innocence and joy compared to having her "light extinguished by the Count", is perfect.
saw Coyote vs ACME trailer, blacked out, drew this (truly living up to my blog name lol, old cartoon nostalgia indeed)
but honestly the main reason i got so excited about the movie is solely because i discovered a lovely Loonatics Unleashed fic Rejects by @techbilt
Fabulous Artwork
I am so looking forward to this film