| 24 | they/them | bisexual | I think the longer I leave this handle as it is the funnier it gets - for real though eventually I'm gonna be rebooting my tumblr presence, this blog will be an archive until I shut it down :) if u remember me from my httyd days, hi! still obsessed with that movie, just online a bit less nowadays✌️ see ya later
I really think that Project Hail Mary is truly an important movie to come out at this exact time with all that it going on in the world. Take AI for instance and all the growing dependence on it and its presence in creative works. Then, look at this movie that refused to even use CGI or green screen. They made an intricate puppet and hired five puppeteers. They even had one of them do the voice for the puppet despite not being "famous." They took the time to make a whole space ship to bring authenticity to the movie. So much of this was done out of pure love of film, love of storytelling, and love of art. We need that now more than ever, and to have it in such an instantly popular movie is even better. That's not even to talk about how important the story itself is right now. It shows people coming together in the face of hardship. It shows the power of empathy and hope. It shows people helping each other despite differences and working to save people who haven't done anything for them personally. Ryland Grace has been given no reason to want to help Stratt's mission go through from the way he has been treated, but he does it anyway because humanity at its core is good. Rocky is trying to save his own world, but he doesn't hesitate to help Grace save his own too. They find each other in the face of solitude and are able to connect through their shared mission. They repeatedly choose to help each other even when it isn't in their own best interest, and they both choose not only to save their own world but each other's. It's so hopeful. It's so full of love and sacrifice, and it shows that sacrifice doesn't always have to mean you don't get to live. It's about empathy and helping others, and I think the world needs to hear about that right now. This movie is so important especially in the context of now. It gives me hope. This is a movie that shows that there is hope for humanity and that humanity can be good, and it shows that humanity is necessary in art and film to get a result like this.
Hey guys, just a heads up! I've been mulling it over for a while and I've decided that I will be changing my url or deleting this blog entirely and starting fresh. I don't really see myself getting back into the httyd fandom again and ik that's mostly what my url and art is known for. Don't get me wrong, the first and second HTTYD movie will always be important to me! But I look back at my time in the fandom and cringe bc I'm not the same person anymore and I don't really want to associate my art or my online presence with that period of my life. I realise I was letting a lot of things slide irl bc I was so focused on having a steady output of art -> cue my self worth going down the toilet and my anxiety levels spiking immensely. + the gender dysphoria I experience from just looking at my old url isn't really all that fun so yeah! (edit) It's honestly more a personal life thing that's lead me to feel this way, I don't regret bieng able to share a love of httyd with yall - and I hope it doesn't appear that way! I genuinely treasure all of the reblogs and written messages on my older stuff, the only thing I regret is not allowing myself space to breathe. I'm just gonna take it easy now, and put this blog to the side or restart it from fresh so I can move on :] I'll stick a link to my new blog on here before I shelf this one, incase you wanna see what comes next!
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
summary:
"What this lair needs," Leo began feverishly, "is a little TLC. Think about it, Raph! Slap on some posh print, a little cool blues, silver trim..." Leo sighed as Raph returned to tug their softest blanket over his lap. “I deserve good things, don’t I?”
“You do,” Mikey replied without a hitch. If Raph saw the minute flinch that crossed Leo’s face, he didn’t speak of it.
On the news, New York was rebuilding. Why couldn't they do the same?
(Or: The turtles cope with the post-Kraangpocalypse via home improvement. It doesn't bode well.)
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1. Think about the changes you want. Be honest!
In hindsight, Raph thought it made sense that Leo started it—he started most things—the first domino to set off the chain reaction for their little home improvement project, even banged up and freshly un-concussed. Nothing in the world would squash that dramatic spirit, Raph knew that now, not even the Kraang.
For the nth time this evening, Leo sighed. From the quiet of sickbay, he might have as well screamed.
"What, Leo?” Raph said, from his seat by the bed. “And no, we are not pushing your wheelchair down the half pipe again. That was a bad idea."
"It's gray," Leo griped.
Leo waved the arm not wrapped in a sling towards the drapes, which fringed the cot he'd been sequestered in for the past few slow, mind-numbing, spirit-crushing, bone-mending, ninpo-draining weeks. Leo's words, not Raph's.
"What kind of sicko chooses gray curtains? How are patients supposed to regain their fighting spirit in these awful conditions, man? Are we heathens?"
Raph rose, schooling his face into the mature, gentle sibling he wanted to be, and began peeling the blanket from Leo's lap. Already it was soaked with sick-sweat. Seated on the other side of the bed, Mikey carefully lifted Leo's elbow.
"Huh, well," Mikey said, and was he seriously considering the question? People were dying. Had died. This wasn't the train of thought Raph wanted to follow. "We do live in a sewer. Does the lack of color really bother you, Leo?"
"Oh, come on. Leave the curtains alone, guys—"
"Face it, hermanos. The vibes are off, and they've been off for a while. A room should reflect the personality of its patient, doncha think?" Leo's eyes were starry as they followed Raph to the corner of the room. "We need more accents. How about a nice warm ruby tone for the walls? It's all about the vigor, the passion! When you close your eyes, you'll feel all cozy like you did in the womb."
“And how would you know? Ya came from an egg," Raph said, at the same time Mikey chirped, “Oooh, with mood lighting too?"
"Yes, you see the vision! What this lair needs," Leo began feverishly, a new mad kind of light entering his eyes, "is a little TLC. Think about it, Raph! Slap on some posh print, a little cool blues, silver trim... Big Mama's executive suites will have nothing on 'em! Just think about it.” Leo sighed as Raph returned to tug their softest blanket over his lap. “I deserve good things, don’t I?”
“You do,” Mikey replied without a hitch. If Raph saw the minute flinch that crossed Leo’s face, he didn’t speak of it. The neck brace obscured the way his throat bobbed. “Anyway, scoot. I want a taste o’ that luxurious softness on my skin.”
“Careful,” Leo said as Mikey clambered into his cot. It was too small for two teenagers, but Mikey managed to wriggle under the blanket, holding both arms gingerly in front of him like the week Donnie fried his carpal tunnel nerves. He winced only slightly as his elbow banged against the bed frame.
Raph hissed, “Dude, careful!”
“I’m good, mother-bros.” Mikey rubbed his cheek against the fabric. "Oh, this is exquisite." Then, without fanfare, he fell asleep.
Leo couldn't crane his neck to watch him, but Raph tracked how his hand groped around to hold Mikey close against his shoulder. "Got any towels?" Leo asked. "He's gonna drool on me in five....four...three..."
"I got it." With a smirk, Raph stuck a folded-up napkin under Mikey's cheek.
"Like—ow!—like equivalent exchange, dude, just like in Fullmetal Alchemer! That's me!" Mikey had told Raph, brain soupy from the painkillers while they bandaged the worst of his arms; Donnie in the back scouring messaging boards about fifteen-year-old accidentally opening space-time portal what do????? to no avail. "Alchemist, Michael," Donnie had hissed back, blinking back furious tears. "Fullmetal Alchemist, you fake weeb."
"Think he can get a Guinness record for that?" Leo had slurred from the other cot. "First mutant to open a portal in—"
pls allow me to show off this GORGEOUS ART commission from @funneylizzie that i've been staring at for several hours now. absolutely my fave thing ever, thank you SO MUCH 💙💙💙
def made what i saw in my mind one THOUSAND percent better. i will treasure this forever thank you. 🥹
