some more Rebel!Savage sketches! I actually remembered his robotic arm, its a miracle.
Essentially, thanks to some residual nightsister magic, Savage survives the fight with Sidious and goes on to join the rebellion after the clone wars. Eleven years after his revival, he meets Maul again.
Guys, ants are incapable of perceiving our presence, despite sharing the third dimension. If I were to stomp on an anthill, it’d be the equivalent of a natural disaster. To them, we are akin to mountains, earthquakes, and storms.
In the first episode the paladins went through a wormhole, even though allura was still asleep which means that either blue created it or one of the paladins. If the lions could create wormholes don't you think that the team would use it? (1/2)
It’s known that creating wormholes tires allura, they would use the lions if the lions were able to do so. Which means IT WAS SOMEONE INSIDE BLUE which mean one of the paladins can do ‘magic’ like allura,it may be Keith but we never saw a galra (2/3)
Saw a galra use powers like that. We know coran cant do it either which can mean that it’s only altean royalty who have those kind of powers. Conclusion: ALTEAN ROYALTY! PALADIN could be a thing!!! (I put my money on Lance) (3/3)
see, i think the altean paladin (typically Shiro or Lance)theory is really interesting, i think the reason the Blue lion was able to make a wormhole jump was because there was enough leftover altean energy stored in her system to make one.
it’s happened before on the show
so maybe, if its true, it’s very possible that an altean piloted the Blue lion… which means that… there could actually be altean (maybe even royal) decedents on Earth after all ;)
(the show also chose to inform us that Alteans are shapeshifters and adjust their appearance to blend in with the local population, so i wouldn’t be surprised if one of the paladins did actually turn out to have Altean DNA in them)
CAN YOU THROW SOME LIGHT ON THE FEELING OF NOSTALGIA?
The whole of humanity suffers from nostalgia. Yes, I call it a suffering - it is a disease. It happens only because we are not able to live in the present totally, passionately, intensely. Then the mind starts making substitutes for the present, and then there are two possibilities: either you move towards the past or you move towards the future. Neither the past exists nor the future: the past is no more, the future not yet. All that exists is this moment, only this moment. Now is the only real time and here the only real space.
But whenever you become obsessed with the past or the future it simply shows one thing: an escape from the present, an escape from the existential And why should one want to escape from the existential? Why should one want to escape into memories or into fantasies? There can be only one reason: you don’t know how to live now, you don’t know the art of getting in tune with reality.
Because your present is so empty, so meaningless, you have to compensate for it with something.
The easier way is to compensate for it with the past because the past once existed; it has left its footprints in the sands of your memory, so it is easier to fall back. The past seems more substantial than the future, hence ninety-nine percent of people fall towards the past. Only one percent - the poets, the visionaries, the artists - look towards the future, they compensate for their present with the future. But basically both are doing the same; more or less everybody is doing it in his own way.
Nostalgia means non-meditativeness, unawareness, unconsciousness, and it is an utterly futile exercise, an absolutely futile exercise. You cannot be nourished by the past, there is no way to live it again, but you can live in memories. Living in memories is an empty gesture.
So the first thing, Ronald, is to remember that it is not only you who is suffering from nostalgia, everybody is although there may be relative differences.
And the people who live in the future are also projecting their past, because where else can they get the material to make future dreams? They will get it from the memories. They will modify their past, decorate their past, make new combinations of the past and create a future - a future heaven. And this is true about individuals and about societies too.
The old societies, for example, India, live in the past. India’s golden age has passed. In the future there is only darkness and nothing else; the future holds no hope. So India falls back towards the past.
It happens to every individual in his old age - it is an indication of old age - because the old man cannot look ahead, there is nothing there but death. If he looks into the future he can hear the footsteps of death coming closer and closer and closer. It is frightening. He closes that door completely, he looks back. It is more beautiful - all those memories of youth and childhood…
The child lives in the future because he has no past. He is always hoping to grow up as soon as possible, as quickly as possible. The same is true about young societies, for example, America: its whole history is only three hundred years old. India has existed for at least ten thousand years; more is possible but not less. Ten thousand years certainly create a deep hankering for the past - the society is so old, so collapsing.
But America can hope for the future - it is so young; it has no past. If the American tries to go to the past, where can he go? Abraham Lincoln, Washington… and then comes the end. There is not much in it - three hundred years is nothing. India can go on and on as far back as one can conceive.
So it is true about individuals, it is true about societies, races, collectivities - that if you are very young you look towards the future, if you are getting old you start looking towards the past.
So one thing, Ronald: you must be getting old, if not physically then psychologically. But deep down you know that the peak of life has passed and the future looks dark and dismal. But I don’t differentiate much between future and the past because both are escapes.
The king had very small reproductive machinery. One day, while bathing with other nobles, a friend remarked, “My dear King, you have a really small thing there!”
And the king replied, “Yes. If it was another inch smaller I"d be a queen!”
Relatively speaking… This is the whole theory of Albert Einstein, The Theory of Relativity.
So, Ronald, you may be too obsessed by nostalgia and others may be a little less obsessed, or more, but it is only a question of quantity.
Only an enlightened person has no nostalgia because he need not escape from the present. The awakened person lives herenow, he knows no other life.
The first thing about nostalgia: it can be understood only if you understand the nature of the mind.
The mind functions like the pendulum of an old dock: it moves from one extreme to another, it never stays in the middle. If the pendulum stays in the middle, the dock stops. That’s exactly true about the mind: if it remains in the middle, the mind stops, and that is the beginning of meditation. To be in the present is the beginning of an immense journey into eternity.
Eternity is vertical, time is horizontal. In time you move from A to B, from B to C, from C to D; it is linear, a line, a horizontal line. The moment you stop in the middle, you don’t move from A to B, your whole dimension changes - it becomes vertical. You dive deep into A: from Al to A2, from A2 to A3, from A3 to A4, and you go on diving deeper and deeper into A - not to B, not to C. The horizontal is no longer there; it is vertical. And the heights of life and the depths of life belong to the vertical dimension. The horizontal means the shallow, the superficial.
The mind is equivalent to time, hence it is not only a metaphor when I use the clock and the pendulum as symbols for the mind, it is literally true. The moment you are out of the mind - that is, you are moving in the vertical dimension - you are also out of time.
A Sufi saying attributed to Jesus is that when a disciple asked Jesus, “What will be very special in your kingdom of God?” he said, “There shall be time no longer.” The disciple may not have ever thought that this was going to be the answer: “There shall be time no longer.” It is not reported in the New Testament - the New Testament has missed many important things about Jesus - but other secret traditions have carried those messages. “There shall be time no longer.” He defines his kingdom of God by that statement - that will be the most special thing about it - no time, timelessness.
The mind is time; the moment there is no mind there is no time. And when there is no time there is no past, no future. Remember, time consists only of past and future: nostalgia for the past and dreams of the future. The present is not part of the time at all.
So when you hold the pendulum of the clock in the middle, the clock stops; when you hold your attention, your awareness, exactly in the middle, in the present, mind disappears, time disappears.
If you don’t know the art of meditation then the pendulum goes on moving from one extreme to another: from the past to the future, from the future back to the past. That’s how it keeps itself going, that’s how it keeps its momentum.
A beggar knocks at the gate of a Bavarian convent and asks the sister on duty, “Please, do you have any old robes for me?”
A bit ruffled, the sister replies, “But this is a nunnery! We don’t have any men in this house and no men’s clothing, of course! ”
The beggar apologizes and leaves.
The Mother Superior, who has overheard the conversation, says, “You shouldn’t have told him that we are without any male protection. Now that he knows he might come one night and molest us.” After a brief moment of thought, the sister on duty opens her little window and shouts after the beggar, “Hey, you, listen! At night the house is full of men!” That’s the way of the mind - from one extreme to another; it never stops in the middle. It is extremist, either rightist or leftist; it knows nothing of the golden mean.
You ask me, Ronald: FREUD CALLED IT REGRESSIVE AND A SEEKING OF THE WOMB. THIS DOES NOT SATISFY ME.
You have not understood poor Sigmund Freud; he is one of the most misunderstood men of this century. He had many insights of tremendous value and they gain more value because of the fact that he was not an awakened man. He was a blind man groping for the door and many times he came very close to the door. But obviously, not being enlightened himself, whatsoever he says about the door, his experience of being close to it, does not have that clarity which only a Buddha or a Lao Tzu or a Jesus can have. He uses words which can be very easily misunderstood. His words are ordinary, his insights very extraordinary. It is almost a miracle that a man who knows nothing of meditation, who knows nothing of his own consciousness, has many times come so close to the truth. One step more and he may have stepped out of darkness, out of blindness.
For example, Sigmund Freud calls it regressive. It is true, but the word “regressive” hurts. Nostalgia is regressive. Of course, it does not satisfy because it does not give you any nourishment for the ego. Regressive? And you always thought it was some great poetic quality, that you had a great understanding of the past, that your memory was magical, that you could recreate the past, you could relive it as if it were there again. You may have thought of it as something of very great creative value - and Sigmund Freud comes and he calls it “regressive”. It is certainly regressive.
You think of yesterdays only because you are not grown-up yet; you are still living somewhere farther back. The average psychological age of human beings is twelve years. And that is the average, Ronald - one may be ten, eight, seven, six, five, because there are people who are sixteen, twenty, twenty-five… So don’t take the average for granted.
Just look into your nostalgia, where you are lingering in past. There must be a few special spots, a few special memories which come again and again. That’s an indication that something has remained there, something has not grown since then. A part of you is still six years of age if that is the time which gives you sad and sweet memories. If you remember some other time then another part is still clinging there. Man is spread out almost all over the way.
There is a story in India:
Shiva’s wife died and he loved the woman so much, so madly, that he in his madness thought that there must be a physician somewhere in the country who could still bring her back to life. So he carried the dead body of his wife Parvati on his shoulders and roamed around the country looking for some miracle worker, some physician who knew the secret of the nectar which could revive the woman.
Of course, the body started deteriorating: it became rotten, parts of the body started falling. But he was so mad he went on and on. The hands fell in one place, the legs fell in another, the head fell somewhere else… That’s how the Indian sacred places were born - this is the story. One part fell in Varanasi, another fell in Puri, another fell in Ujjain, and so on and so forth. The body fell in twelve parts all over the country. By the time his tour was over nothing was left; the woman had disappeared. But wherever one part of the woman fell a sacred spot arose; it became a teertha, a place for pilgrimage.
This is somehow very significant for each of you. A part of you fell when you were four years of age and that part has remained there, another part fell somewhere else… you are spread out all over the way. You are not one piece, you are a multiplicity - multi-psychic many minds. And one part of may be very grown-up and another may be very childish.
A scientist may be a very grown-up man as far as his science is concerned. When he goes into his lab he is a very skilful, intelligent person, he works with great acumen, talent, genius, but another part of his life may be very childish, almost stupid. When he is out of his lab he is a totally different person.
It is said about Karl Marx that one day he brought many boxes of cigarettes to his home. The wife was a little puzzled. Women are more together than men; they are more earth-bound, more earthly and live more closely to the present.
The wife asked, “What made you bring so many cigarettes? And we are out of money!” He said, “Don’t be worried at all! I have found a secret way of earning money, that’s why I have purchased so many cigarettes. I will tell you the secret. Just along the way while coming back home I thought about an economic law: that if you smoke twelve cigarettes per day and you can find cheaper cigarettes, then with each cigarette you will be saving money, so the more you smoke the more money is saved! So now there is no need to worry about money. I will simply smoke and money will be saved! And I have found the cheapest brand. So much money will be saved that now you need not worry!”
The woman thought he had gone mad! He closed his doors and started smoking, two cigarettes at a time, because he was in such a hurry to earn money! And the woman rushed to one of his friends, Friedrich Engels, and told him the whole thing: “He has gone mad! He is continuously smoking, and two cigarettes at a time, because he thinks that the quicker the better!”
Engels came and tried to convince him, but he argued. It was very difficult to bring him down to earth.
And this happens to many people: in one part they may be grown-up, in another part very childish.
Nostalgia is regressive. You may not like the word, but the truth is there. Sigmund Freud is very dose to the right point. And he is also right about the womb; again he is using a word which seems offensive. Who wants the womb? Who wants to go back into the womb? The very idea is sickening!
What can you get in the womb of a mother? Just the very idea will make you vomit!
Just the other day Ajit Saraswati sterilized my tailor, Veena, and my librarian Gayan went to see the operation. Before Ajit started the operation, Gayan fainted. The very idea of looking into the womb was enough! And if this is so about a woman, what about a man?
Just think: looking back into the womb - if there were a window and you could look inside - would you like to go there? You will escape as far away as possible from any womb because a few wombs are very dangerous - they can suck you in!
I have heard:
A woman was lying on the street dead and naked. A rabbi was passing by. Seeing the naked woman he removed his hat and covered her, particularly her private parts.
Then a drunkard came by. He looked at the naked woman and, being completely drunk, he thought there was a man there also. So he asked the rabbi, “What are you going to do?”
The rabbi said, “I am going to contact the hospital people.”
But the drunkard said, “First we should take this guy out. Just his hat is showing, the rest of the guy has gone. By the time you bring the hospital people the guy may have disappeared! First let us take this guy out and then you can go anywhere you want. I am concerned about this poor man.”
Who wants to go into the womb? So it offended you, Ronald, but what he means really is that those nine months in the mother’s womb - of course you are not conscious of them anymore, you were not conscious of them even when you were in the womb - were the most pleasant time. Unless you can find a more blissful space the desire to go back into the womb remains; it is an unconscious longing.
Those nine months were of tremendous silence, rest, warmth There was no worry, no problem. You were fed, you were taken care of, and everything was absolutely automatic. You were surrounded by warm water and the womb was keeping you in a very cosy space, protected, safe, secure. Those nine months are still there in your unconscious, hence there is a desire to go back to the womb. That is part of nostalgia; in fact, that is part of what you call love.
The man trying to penetrate the woman is nothing but a search for the womb - very much changed but deep down still the same search. Every man is looking for the mother and unless your woman fulfils the role of your mother you will not be happy with her.
Now you are asking something impossible, hence so much unhappiness in the world. You are asking your woman to be your mother and yet be your woman - young, very alive, beautiful and yet at the same time motherly. Now, she cannot do both things. If she has to be very beautiful according to your criterion of beauty, if she has to be very young, then she cannot be your mother. If she tries to be your mother then she will no longer be beautiful; then she will not be a Sophia Loren. Then she will be like my Sushila - she is a perfect mother! You can find the mother, but if you are asking for Sophia Loren in Sushila then there is going to be trouble! What can she do? She cannot do both things. And Sophia Loren will look good in the films, but she cannot be a mother to you. She cannot give you that warmth - she does not have that much fat. How to give you warmth? She is bony!
Don’t ask a woman to be both a model and a mother. But that’s what everybody is asking. And every woman is asking the same from the man: to be a dad and to be a lover. No man can fulfill both roles together; it is almost impossible. Hence you will be frustrated this way or that; frustration is bound to be there.
The search is for the womb. You may not like the word “womb”, but that’s your misunderstanding.
Nothing is wrong with Freud using the word, but you have misunderstood it.
Punya has sent me a joke. She says, “This is a real joke. I heard it on the main street of the ashram between the boutique and the bag check.”
One sannyasin said to another sannyasin, “What I can’t stand about this ashram is: wherever you look, there are queues.”
The other said, “What? Jews?”
This is your misunderstanding, Ronald.
Mr. Gold had been married for many years when he had to go to Paris for a business trip.
In that city of love, he easily fell victim to the amorous advances of the pretty mademoiselle. But somehow Mrs. Gold found out about it. She wired her husband at his hotel, “Come home! Why spend money there for what you can get here for free?”
The next day she received a cable in reply: “I know you and your bargains!”
Just a misunderstanding on your part…
An English vicar checked into a large hotel. As he was walking up the main stairway he met a tiny old lady half-way up, panting for breath and carrying an enormous suitcase.
He eagerly took the case from the speechless old lady and carried it to the top of the stairs.
When he returned to help her up, she kicked him viciously in the shins. “It took me ten minutes to carry my case that far down!” she shouted.
Ella: “I’m homesick!”
Bella: “But this is your home.”
Ella: “I know, and I’m sick of it!”
The newly-arrived ambassador to a Far Eastern country called on the Emperor to present his credentials. Although he was disturbed by the presence of so many comely, half-nude maidens in the palace, he was determined not to show it. Trying to restrict the conversation to affairs of state, he asked, “Your Highness, when was the last time you had an election?”
“Ah,” said the Emperor, with a smile and a sly wink, “Just befo” blekfast!“
Ronald, the problem is not with poor Sigmund Freud, the problem is with you! What can he do if it does not satisfy you? It is not a question of satisfying you - the truth is truth.
You say: SOMETIMES THE PERFUME OF A FLOWER, SOUNDS, A PLACE OR AN INCIDENT FROM CHILDHOOD, CAN EVOKE A FEW SECONDS OF FEELING AND YEARNING THAT ARE SO SAD AND SO SWEET, IT CAN CHOKE ME WITH ITS INTENSITY.
It is possible only if this moment is not intense enough to grip you totally, only if something is left out of this moment if you are holding back.
For twenty-five years I have never thought of my past, of my childhood - no nostalgia. And I have never thought about the future either. This moment is so much - in fact, too much - so overwhelming, who bothers about past and future?
You say: MY CHILDHOOD WAS NOT SO HAPPY, NOR IS THE WOMB SO APPEALING THAT MERE SENTIMENTALITY FOR "THE OLD DAYS” CAN EXPLAIN IT.
Nobody’s childhood can be happy, it cannot be happy for the simple reason that the child is so dependent, so helpless. He is continuously being manipulated by the parents, by the teachers, he is continuously repressed by everybody, ordered, commanded. No child can be ever happy, but everybody, later on, thinks that the childhood was the most beautiful thing that happened to him.
The reason is again relative: the childhood was miserable, but now you are in far more misery! Now the childhood looks beautiful: seeing all the worries of life and the responsibilities and the troubles and the anxieties, it looks beautiful. But that is the only relative - the older you become, the more beautiful it will look.
That’s why it is both sad and sweet. The sadness is its truth and the sweetness is your invention.
And when the childhood was not happy - you say it was not happy - that simply shows you must be living a really miserable life today. If even an unhappy childhood attracts you, that shows only one thing and shows it definitely: that today is just dark, meaningless, hence the past pulls you backwards.
I can say only one thing to you: learn the art of meditation - meditation simply means the art of being herenow totally, absolutely - and then all this nonsense about nostalgia will disappear. Otherwise, it is going to remain with you to the very end.
From the cradle to the grave people go on living somewhere where they cannot live and go on escaping from the only place where it is possible to live.
The disappearance of this guy saddened me when I cracked open the 5e monster manual. It’s a terrifying high-CR encounter for your players to fight and is a perfect top-tier minion for your run-of-the-mill evil overlord.
image credit: Sam Wood
Nightwalkers are powerful undead compositions of evil and darkness said to be born from a powerful fiend wasting away in either the Negative Energy Plane or the Plane of Shadow. They use the Plane of Shadow as a halfway point between the Material Plane and the Negative Energy Plane to keep enslaved mortals and undead for its twisted purposes.
Sunlight Weakness: While in sunlight, the Nightwalker has disadvantage on attack rolls, ability checks, and saving throws.
Shadow Stealth: While in dim light or darkness, the Nightwalker can take the Hide action as a bonus action and its Stealth bonus is increased to +9.
Darkvision: The Nightwalker has darkvision out to 120 ft.
Telepathy: The Nightwalker can communicate telepathically up to 100 ft.
Multiattack: The Nightwalker makes two slam attacks.
Slam: Melee Weapon Attack: +9 to hit, reach 15 ft., one target. Hit: 25 (3d12+6) bludgeoning damage.
Crush Item: A Nightwalker can destroy a weapon or item large size or smaller including magic items, but not artifacts. It does so by simply crushing the item between its hands. If the item is held by a creature, the Nightwalker must win a STR check opposed by the creature’s STR or DEX check to grab the item from the creature, using an action. On a success, the Nightwalker can crush the item as normal on another round.
Evil Gaze: When a creature that can see the Nightwalker’s eyes starts its turn within 30 ft. of the Nightwalker, the Nightwalker can use its reaction to force the creature to make a DC 18 WIS saving throw if the Nightcrawler can see the creature. On a failed saving throw, the creature is paralyzed with fear for 1 minute. The creature can repeat the saving throw each round to free itself of the effect. Whether or not the save is successful, the creature cannot be affected again by the Nightwalker’s Evil Gaze for 24 hours.
Summon Undead: The Nightwalker can summon undead to serve it for 1 hour. It can use this ability once per night. It can choose to summon 3d4 Shadows or 1d4 Wraiths. The undead arrive in 1d10 rounds after it uses this ability.
Unholy Blight: As a bonus action, the Nightwalker can call up a cold, cloying miasma of greasy darkness to damage and sicken creatures in a 20 ft. radius area up to 60 ft. away. Nonevil creatures within the area must make a DC 16 CHA saving throw or take 6d6 necrotic damage and become poisoned for 1d4 rounds. A successful saving throw halves the damage and negates the poisoned condition. Evil creatures are unaffected by this ability.
At Will: Darkness, Detect Magic, Dispel Magic, See Invisibility, Contagion.
2/day: Confusion, Invisibility, Hold Monster
1/day: Finger of Death, Cone of Cold, Plane Shift
I tried to keep the creature as true to the original as possible. I kept its hit points rather high (only 50 less than it should be at that level) only because I assume that most players will have access to magic weapons at that point. It actually has pretty much the same spells and abilities as well. Consider omitting the Summon Undead if your players are going at this creature underleveled. It can use its Evil Gaze as a reaction, and Unholy Blight (a 3.5e spell turned into an ability) as a bonus action, plus its two slam attacks each round, which is a lot of rolls being made each round. I kept the Unholy Blight because in the older edition, it could use it at-will and quickened, so it would have been a hallmark of the Nightwalker’s kit. I adjusted its damage to be that of a custom area-of-effect 3rd level spell. Also note that while it has very similar abilities of shadows and wraiths and can summon them, it is not an incorporeal creature.
The old edition’s “recommended tactics” hold up a bit as well, but the crowd control effects are often worsened by the Concentration requirement in 5e:
Prior to combat: cast See Invisibility and either Invisibility or Darkness (both require concentration) to gain surprise.
Round 1: Cast either Confusion or Hold Monster (both require concentration and will break invisibility), then use Unholy Blight and an Evil Gaze reaction.
Round 2: Hit a spellcaster with Finger of Death and then use Unholy Blight again.
Round 3: Engage a fighter and attempt to disarm their weapon.
Round 4: Crush the disarmed weapon or use Contagion to weaken the fighter if the attempt to disarm failed before.
Round 5: Focus attacks on the unarmed/weakened fighter or else on a nearby spellcaster if both the Crush Item and Contagion didn’t work.
I have not made a list of movies I’ve seen/enjoyed in a while, so here are some good bloody films you animals (like you @havanapitbull). I’ve been on a J-Horror kick:
JIGOKU / HELL / THE SINNERS OF HELL
A cast of terrible people meet on the border of hell itself and talk about how their horrible lives are all related in horrible ways. The psychedelic cinematography, goofy gore and actual lake of blood make this worth seeing.
NOBI / FIRES ON THE PLAIN
A Japanese soldier tries to survive the war at the cost of his own humanity. Fun!
FUDOH: THE NEXT GENERATION
First of a trilogy of Young Yakuza films by Takashi Miike, you have the extreme gore and weird sex hangups in his later films but this one was filmed in the 90′s, so nostalgia I guess. There’s a tattoo made of human blood on our main character and also a vaginal blow-dart! Miike!
GUINEA PIG: MERMAID IN A MANHOLE
Unlike the previous few Guinea Pig movies that are just hyper-realistic gore effects for an hour, you instead have a weird pseudo-romance directed and written by horror mangaka Hideshi Hino. And it shows! You have a pervert artist falling in love with a mermaid he finds exploring the sewer. As she slowly rots to death outside of her native habitat of filth, he paints her portrait using her rotting body as paint.
AI NO BOREI / EMPIRE OF PASSION
A torrid love affair ends in a murder and a dead husband thrown down a well. The rest of the movie has the wife and her lover enjoying their new life of passion and slowly worrying more and more about neighborhood gossip and a ghost showing up. This one is a slow burn, probably one of the best movies I’ve seen all month.
People losing control of their bodies in a fetishistic cyberpunk hell. Thats really it mostly, lots of pretty pictures of flesh.
is easily one of the five best directors in the world in my book, and Gemini is one of the reasons why. You have the standard tale of twin brothers torn apart at birth and one coming home for revenge against the other, but Tsukamoto delivers such a raw alien sensuality to every scene that makes you feel like a creepy voyeur into these wounded and insane lives. Its damn great.
LUCKY SKY DIAMOND
A girl wakes up in a hospital that probably isn’t a hospital. I’m not saying anymore beyond this point, its better to go in as blind as possible here. The true epitome of the inherent creepiness of VHS-quality video.
FUAN NO TANE / PET PEEVE
is one of the best horror mangakas who has ever lived, his work is always revolving around the subject of how horror is best shown when its barely shown at all; Little glimpses of something behind you, a monster in a story you barely remember, that guy on the road acting odd, its all here and it will make you feel uncomfortable. How can you capture such subtle horror? They come damn close in the adaptation of his short stories here. The special effects range from incredibly real to awful, all done on purpose to unnerve in a way I havent been unnerved in a long time.
Hey I was wondering if you have any thoughts on Harley's dolphin tattoo. Do you think it was from when she was Harleen? It just seems so out of place compared to her other tattoos. Thanks!
That’s the tattoo of hers that I hate more than any other. It’s so incredibly OOC. “Lucky you” Who is that supposed to be aimed toward? Harley isn’t a prostitute or something. Her dedication to Joker has been mentioned by Margot MULTIPLE times and we were never given any implication that she’s breaking that dedication.
The tattoo is actually based on a tattoo from a real p0rn star which I can only assume was the result of someone seeing it and thinking it would be “sexy” to add to Harley’s design.
Overall, it’s incredibly trashy, has nothing to do with anything that defines Harley Quinn, and it also makes zero sense for Harley’s character since it contradicts her dedication to J.