Mar 15
“daniel was the real bully” “daniel deserved it” “daniel is the villain” “daniel’s not the real karate kid” SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP HOLY FUCK
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“daniel was the real bully” “daniel deserved it” “daniel is the villain” “daniel’s not the real karate kid” SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP HOLY FUCK
I think it’s really tiring when people refer to things like “sibling-coded” characters and characters who are siblings as if they’re the same. Like responding to people shipping two characters you view as “sibling-coded” as if it’s incest is… interesting to me. And that goes for more dynamics than just that btw. Found family is not the same as a family related by blood. Just because you see a group of fictional characters and want to assign them all specific familial titles and roles, doesn’t actually mean that’s what they are or that other people can’t view them differently or ship them. Even if you think it’s weird and creepy.
sometimes I get so confused and genuinely a little bit frustrated by things like tiktok trends that don’t make sense to me and I don’t understand why more people aren’t bothered by it and then I’m like “oh yeah no I’m overthinking it because of autism got it got it”
the week my grandma was dying, I thought about what clothes to put on every day. I caught myself before listening to any music I really loved, and I didn’t watch anything either. I was so hyperaware of the association I might create with any of those things. we didn’t know what day it would happen so every morning when I got dressed I was thinking “is this shirt going to become the shirt I wore the day she died?”
what’s funny is now, roughly a year and a half later, I have no idea what I wore any day that week, let alone the one when it happened. I know I did listen to music sometimes but I don’t know what any of it was. there are things about that time that are so strong in my memory, but most of the things I expected to recall slipped away the fastest.
sometimes I remember something my director in my previous job said or did and I get this rush of bad feelings and then I have to pause. remind myself I do not work there anymore. I moved. she’s not a part of my life in any way now. so who really gives a fuck?
that thing where a character is nervous to sing in front of people and then immediately starts doing all kinds of riffs and opt ups and ad libs
I think a lot of the time the shows I love best are ensemble shows full of characters and dynamics I truly adore, but that also come with a lot of unfulfilled promise, unrealized potential, and inconsistencies if not outright plot holes. They’ve got their flaws, but I sort of thrive there. It’s like a big, beautiful sandbox, perfect for fanfiction and analysis and new ideas. I want a show my neurodivergent brain can really latch onto and play with.
Mostly as I’m writing this I’m thinking of cobra kai, teen wolf, and boy meets world. But I think if I think about it some more, more of my favorite shows also fit in here. But man, those three? Years and years and years. I can always go back and rewatch them, no matter how many times or how long it’s been, and they just fill this specific want. I can talk about them for hours on end and never run out of topics and ideas and opinions and feelings.
I just think that sam and tory should have gotten to kiss each other on the mouth at least once