this movie is so yellow and blue

  • tumblr: the lack of diversity in blockbuster movies infuriates me!!!!!!
  • me: hey man there is this movie called Power Rangers that you let fail at the box office whose protagonists are well written people of color and the blue and yellow rangers are also canonically autistic and lgbt respectively
  • tumblr: anyway, marvel is so white

vanessa and sonny are very close and have a lot of fun together,, okay that is all

Rainbow 🌈 Ask!
  • Red: Are you in a relationship? If so, tell a little bit about them, if you're okay with it.
  • Orange: What kind of shows/movies do you like to watch?
  • Yellow: What are you asking for for your birthday/Christmas this year?
  • Green: Describe a place you've never been to but have always wanted to visit.
  • Blue: What helps you cope/relax?
  • Purple: List all the stuff you believe in. (Ghosts, magick, good/bad luck, etc.)
  • Pink: What's your favorite season and why?
  • Black: What's one of your favorite songs and what does it make you think of?
  • White: Describe one of the little things in life that mean the most to you. How does it make you feel?
  • Brown: Describe your physical appearance.

anonymous asked:

idk if i already asked this, but how do you only use 5-6 adjustment layers? it's my greatest struggle in making gifs. I can NEVER do that. I use like 10 layers max to get the look I want. although the gif makers' tips I look at always say to keep it 5-6 layers :/

Hey there! I’ve received a similar ask, and I had yet to reply to it cause I’m so behind with replying to everyone due to lack of time, so if it was you, I’m so sorry!

Before I get into anything though, I’d like to say that…. you really shouldn’t let what all the other giffers say condition what you do. What works for others may not work for you, and if you’re happy with how your colouring turns out, what does it matter if it takes you a few more layers than other people? We all colour in different ways, and obviously tutorials and advices are super useful and they can teach you some stuff you had yet to discover and it’s always great to improve, but at the end of the day what’s important is the result and if you’re happy with yours, don’t pay too much attention to what other people say or do.

The thing I always stress about is making tiny adjustments, cause if you go super crazy with those, you just end up reducing the quality of the gif, by bringing out pixels.

How the hell do I only use 5/6 layers when I’m making tiny adjustments? Well, it depends on the layers you use and how you use them.

I end up using a couple more layers if I’m making a colour porn gifset, cause I abuse of selective colour, but generally I just use curves, brightness/contrast, exposure, selective colour, colour balance and photo filter. 

Out of all them, curves is the one that will impact your gif the most, and will make you lose less layers after, if you use it correctly. And by using it correctly I mean if you use the eyedrop tool with the white tip:

What this tool does is it turns whatever colour you click on with it into the whitest point of your gif, brightening everything accordingly. This is very useful especially if you’re giffing a dark scene! I’ve talked a bit about this tool here.

Everything is going to make more sense once you start using it, cause the more you practice with it, the more you get the hang of it! 

What you want to do once you click on it is to click on the lightest point of your scene. Keep in mind that it’s going to turn that point into white, so if you choose a dark colour your entire gif is going to look like crap. You want to choose as close to white as you can, but if you choose actually white, it’s not going to do much of anything at all. 

Now, you also need to keep in mind that this tool is going to affect the tone of your gif, based on which colour you pick, so if you pick a yellowish colour, it’s going to change the tone of the gif into blue, if you pick yellow it’s gonna make everything blue-ish and so on, going in the opposite way (so it’s very useful for those movies/tv shows that have a terrible yellow filter and such). 


if I were to pick that light green/blue colour behind harley (the red dot)

my gif would turn like this:

see? that colour turned into white, the gif was brightened accordingly, but since I chose a blue/green-ish colour, now the tone is reddish!

If I were to pick harley’s hair where it’s lighter instead:

I’d get this:

much better, right? 

A lot of this is trial by error. You’re going to need to click on a lot of stuff and undo it until you find a combo that works for your scene, but the more you use this tool, the more you understand how it works and the easier it gets!

Now you see why I would only need a couple more layers to be happy with my gif! And that’s by only using one tool, curves! Notice also how despite the fact that it’s a dark scene with shitty lighting, it got brightened straight away without bringing out pixels/lowering the quality!

You can achieve great results with a few layers, you just have to use the right ones ;)

Power Rangers Road Trip Headcanon

- “I’ll drive”

“No, i’ll drive”

“The last time you drove you handed the wheel to me.”

“The last time you drove we got hit by a fucking train.”

“That was one time!!!”

“Trini and Kim are driving hand the keys over”

- The boys are all crammed in the back while Trini and Kim have the front.

- They made the mistake of sticking the food next to Jason and Zack. All the food is gone an hour in.


“ Zack, can you please sing the song that’s actually playing”

“No can do Cap”

- Kim holds Trinis hand when she drives. The boys tease the two until Kim Break checks them.

- They stop by an old city that Trini used to live in and she shows them a round for a bit

-“I have to pee”

“Jesus Kim, we just stopped. You’re gonna have to wait”

“If you don’t stop the car I will break up with you”

“Pulling over now”

-Trini chucks a drink at a car that cuts them off 3 times within 5 miles

- “Great now we are about get RUNDOWN by a fucking HUMMER cause you thought chucking a drink at them was a good idea.”

“We got hit by a fucking train, a hummer isn’t gonna do shit.”


- They  get a keychain for every state they cross through

- Billy usually  stays awake with the girls during the night drives. Thats when they roll down the windows and let him play his country music

- They get joining rooms at the motels they stop at. Jason accidentally breaks a waffle maker one morning and they all make a run for it.

- Jason has them Morph and take pictures in every state. He posts the pictures on all the official power rangers social media accounts.

- When the Roadtrip is over Kim is so tired from driving that instead of waking them up, She  falls asleep and they all spend the night in the driveway

Trini getting so excited whenever Billy talks about something he likes and inputing questions, genuinely curious to learn more. Sometimes, when he doesn’t tell her what a certain device does, she just decides to toy with it and see if she can figure it out herself. (She rarely does before Billy is yelling at her to not touch a certain button or move a certain wire)

It stresses Billy out sometimes, but it makes working on his inventions so much more fun, especially on the days when Trini is there when he starts a new project and inputs her own ideas.

“Wait, so what does this button do?”


“What? Why not? Billy, c'mon just tell me what it does!”

“Trini if you touch that button, the whole place is gonna go boom. Tri- nO STEP AWAY TRINI!”

“The whole place?”

“The whole place.”

That just sums up how Trini and Billy ended up with grass stains all over themselves and Candace Cranston running out into the backyard in nothing but a robe, staring blankly at the 10 foot diameter circle Billy’s latest invention had put in her ground.

Also he starts to teach her breadboarding and code, but finds out Trini knows almost eight coding languages fluently. She’s never seen any of the codes he’s written for his inventions, so she’s left in awe trying to figure what they do. She knows breadboards like they’re the back of her hand, so one day he leaves one hooked up to his computer with a code waiting to be run. 

Trini gets super excited because she’s never seen the coding behind all of Billy’s amazing work and decided to run it. What she doesn’t know is that Billy has over a dozen of Breadboards laying around, and when she runs the code, more than half of them start letting out this whistling sound. She stops running the code, which doesn’t work because Billy did something that only allows the circuits to stop running if they’re disabled manually.

Trini’s left bewildered trying to figure out which ones are going off and which ones aren’t, disabling them herself as fast as she can. Billy thinks it’s hilarious (he apologizes of course) and then let’s Trini play around with all of his different coding programs as he finishes up one of his prototypes.

Okay but the new Power Rangers movie was actually amazing?? I did not go into it expecting it to get me so emotionally invested, thought it’d just be nostalgia and goofy, but that shit had plot and cute scenes and was campy and just?? so?? good?? Also can we talk about how amazing the Blue Ranger is?! My boy is the heart of the film and he’s not only a leading black character but he is also an autistic superhero which is huge. And Trini!!! Oh boy, don’t even get me started on my little yellow sunshine ranger. I’m so stoked on her character. Yes she is queer, that’s made clear with a tender exchange around the fire with Zack and the others, but the thing I loved about the movie is that it’s not her ~defining~ characteristic. She is caring and brave and incredibly fierce- that girl is a little spitfire let me tell you, first one to straight up jump up a mountain and fling herself across a canyon like gottdamn- and an amazing, loyal friend and she just so happens to be LGBT (it’s not clear yet if she identifies as exclusively lesbian, bisexual, pansexual etc or forgoes labels all together but fuck yeah). It’s refreshing to see that we can be represented like that… you don’t have to be in a relationship to be gay, you don’t have to have it be something that is tortuous and portrayed as a burden and source of constant conflict to the character. There’s something so nice about normalizing queerness. Yes we exist in all arenas of society, we are everyday people doing everyday things, sometimes we’re single, and sometimes we’re superheroes with a kick ass group of friends. Go go POWER RANGERS!!!!!

okay but like

During training one day Trini is wearing these sweatpants that Kim thinks she looks amazingly hot in them and she just can’t help herself from hooking her finger in the band, pulling it back and letting is snap.

Trini’s reaction is the most hilarious and cutest thing Kimberly has ever seen. Trini gets all flustered and lets out the smallest gasp and just goes, “Kim!!” And looks at her in complete shock and when Billy just asks Trini what’s wrong Trini’s face gets even redder if that’s possible.

Zack watched from a distance and can’t stop laughing and Kim tries to get him to shut up because only she can laugh at her girlfriend. Later that night Kim does it again because Trini is just so cute and she loves seeing her girlfriend get all flustered because of her. (Trini is not amused at first but she still accepts Kim’s kiss as an apology)

anonymous asked:

what's so great about power rangers 2017?

maybe because of the #blessed diversity of the power rangers, consisting of:

billy cranston - blue ranger - black - autistic - total genius

trini kwan - yellow ranger - mexican - lgbtqa - lonely rebel

zack taylor - black ranger - chinese - speaks mandarin in the movie - daredevil mama’s boy

kimberly hart - pink ranger - biracial - half indian - mean girl w/heart of gold

jason scott - red ranger - white - has the biggest heart eyes for and would die for billy cranston

tbh they would all die for billy cranston. 

i would die for billy cranston.

i would die for this movie to get a sequel.

it’s a fun movie with real diverse superheroes. different colors. different kids. different colored kids! none of which are stereotyped might i add. and they all get pretty equal screen time and character importance. 

sure it’s a little goofy, but come on it’s power rangers!! at it’s core, it’s literally just about 5 very different people, coming together, and saving the world through the power of friendship.

and y’all let it flop, you let it slip through your fingers, the diversity you wanted was right there! how could you miss??! it wAS 3 FEET IN FRONT OF YOU!!!

Originally posted by bluearrow126

Making videos in 2011

Suddenly remembered how I used to make video in like 2011

It was a mess

Whenever I showed a still image in Movie Maker, the colors came out distorted. Reds became Magenta. Yellow turned dark yellow. Blue became baby Blue.

Which is why early Pan Drawings were blue. Since it was the least distorted.

I recorded with a crummy PS3 USB mic. Often it would make click sounds if I moved my head too much. Often I had to record and rerecord 1 sentence at a time.

Windows Movie Maker could only have 1 audio track to edit at a time. So I had to render the video with no background music, import that into Windows Movie Maker, and add music on top.

Eventually got a cheap install CD for Pinacle Studio video editing. It wasn’t very good for my 2006 PC laptop. It would render a minute of video and say “Not enough RAM sorry :/” and just give me part of a video. Used that process until 2013 when I got Premire Pro and a “hand me down” Mac.

I pieced together the parts in Windows Movie Maker

The preview showing what I edited would always lag and I had to often guess what I was looking at.

To get footage of Powerpuff Girls or Ed Edd n Eddy, I would use Netflix snail mail to get 1 disk at time to rip them. Or Screen capture  them off PS3 Netflix streaming and hope the footage didn’t get all blury from my slow internet. Now theres iTunes rips for that stuff

My USB Snowball mic was grabage. Had to constantly manually alter the sound levels so everything was even. XLR mics like my AT2020 and Audiobox don’t need that.

Did all that for like 3 or 4 years

But now thankfully the process is far more streamlined and I know how to handle many of the editing problems far more efficiently.

I actually sat down and shut my mouth and actually just listened and you know, accepted every bit of information with no judgement… I knew that it was my job to show, you know, that people that are on the spectrum are just regular people, literally, just how we talk, how me and Becky [Becky G, Yellow Ranger] talk, they feel the same way, they have the same emotions, they wanna be loved, that want people to love, they want relationships they want, you know, connections, and it’s just like I was really excited to be able to play that ’cause I know it means so much to so many people, ’cause all of us are affected by it… and it’s something I feel like we needed to have in this movie to be honest.
—  RJ Cyler, who plays Billy Cranston (the blue power ranger) in Power Rangers (2017).
Mine Alone ✷ Oh Sehun

Genre: Smut

Warning: graphic sex, overstimulation, stalker/idol


During interviews and shows, your manager had ordered you to answer all date-related questions with «I would date anyone, really, even my fans» yet your real life was padded with instances of him steering male stars away from you. To keep your innocent reputation, to make you desirable and available in the eyes of your fan base. And you’d complied, in the rise of your career, when the path you walked felt narrow and dangerous, vulnerable to paparazzi and other privacy-infringing media workers of that ilk.

So why, now that you knew the finest strings of the industry and had climbed at its top, why in all the heavens, why were you bent over the couch, permitting a stalker to dick you down into the cushions?

Your first stalker shared classes with you and had loved you before you’d starred in a movie. He offered you heart-shaped chocolates and roses all year long, but past graduation he pursued his studies in law and forgot about you. The next few sasaengs jumbled around your mind like spikes, painful yet bearable, gifting you camera-infested teddy bears and their phone numbers for you to call. Then a letter came along in the mailbox before your house, blue ink on yellow paper, a stain of coffee in the corner.

«Thank you for working so hard for us fans. I hope you become Korea’s number 1. Please don’t forget to take care of yourself. Fighting! ᴏsн»

Your fists crinkled the message in shock. Someone knew where you lived, and that someone was a fan — God knows how crazy. The next day, a bouquet of roses and violets rested on the threshold. You examined it for any bug, natural or otherwise, and found another paper attached to a flower’s stem.

«You looked awesome in this episode of Boyfriend For Rent. Your eyes are very tired though, please get some sleep. Fighting! ᴏsн»

That stalker grew on you like ivy. You stopped scrutinising his gifts and displayed them on each surface, wearing the jewellery he sent you and wondering what ᴏsн referred to. He evolved to a daily encounter, as certain as the sunrise in your schedule, something you couldn’t bear to see disappear. The media had a different eye on it. They saw opportunities, scandals in the making, so you’d crash and burn and fill their plates with your shattered fame.

You hauled yourself in your house after a thirty-two-hour day of nonstop working, filming this, attending that, shooting pictures for whatever magazine. The usual flowers weren’t wilting on your doorstep, and for the first time in months you decided to wait for ᴏsн, staring through the peephole for his arrival. You needed a distraction from your job, to break your chains and live a little — meet that fan, talk to him. Make a friend. Who could know?

A young man walked up with unbalanced steps and wary glances, fingers tapping on a bouquet as he put it down. Your door flew open, and he gaped in panic. His cheeks ruddied up with the sudden shame of getting caught red-handed, blabbering out excuses you cut off with a gesture of your hand.

“Calm down and just come in. I’m not calling the cops, little sasaeng.”

You glanced back to admire his features as he observed the interior design someone else had picked out from a catalogue. Cute enough to be a fellow star, you pouted, pity he settled to stanning you. You would’ve killed to shoot a drama with him, his kissably plush lips glistening under the halogen bulbs that hung low from the ceiling. He rested the lilies beside a vase of camellias, a smile at the consideration you gave his presents.

You wiped a script and a modelling contract off from the table spot you wanted to sit on, dangling your legs childishly before beckoning the boy towards you. He blinked, petrified for a second, then gladly obliged, his hands automatically resting on either side of you. He pulled them away as soon as he realised how close he’d gotten, which got a giggle out of you.

“So, O.S.H, are you happy to be here?”

He bit on his lower lip, an offense against your untainted soul, stammering. “Oh, well, uh, yes, of course, I mean — how could I not? I just didn’t think… I assumed… I shouldn’t be here…”

You interrupted his rambling with a wave of your hand, leaving him gazing at you like a puppy in training that didn’t understand what the orders meant. In spite of his godly looks, he lacked the confidence to entertain you after your boring day. A smirk grew on your face with the idea in your mind, worrying the poor boy.

“If you give me answers I like, I’ll do something nice for you. Deal?” Tone sultry and eyes hooded, you hooked your ankles behind his knees, inching him closer, to hint at what your something nice was.

His breath stopped then sped up to shallow intakes, mimicking his racing heart. He nodded tentatively, his arms propping him up around you to keep him from falling. You grinned.

“All right.” Your voice dripped like poison, chilling him. “What does OSH stand for?”

“Oh — Oh Sehun, it’s my name.” He gulped down the lump in his throat, shifting his weight from foot to foot.

You shook your head in consideration, lips pursed, then cupped his face between delicate fingers and kissed the corner of his lips. As you pulled away, he tried to follow your movement and prolong the touch, but your hand on his chest held him back.

“Now, how do you know where I live?”

His cheeks turned a gleaming red as he averted his gaze, fumbling for a sentence before explaining: “I just live a block further and saw you walking home… I didn’t stalk you, I swear.”

He locked his eyes on yours, sincere and anticipating your reaction — whether you would approve of him or kick him out. You almost laughed at his innocence; he had no idea that as of now, there was no chance of you chasing him away before you had released all your pent-up stress.

“Good, good.” Your lips grazed his skin as you said it, trailing down his jaw to his neck with soft tickles, breath quickening when he dug his fingers in the bare flesh of your waist, creases under his forceful nails.

“What, turned on already?” You smacked his hands off, resuming your questions. “Anyway, how old are you?”

“Twenty-three.” He groaned out in frustration, trying to grab you again only to have his effort slapped away. Your lips rose as you let your jacket fall, baring your collar bones and shoulders, Sehun’s tongue darting out at the sight.

“What made you like me?”

He shut his eyes, the urge to touch you evident in his twitching fingers, thinking long enough to make you cock your head in curiosity.

“I’d say… Since your second movie. The first made me want to keep an eye out for you, and the second sealed the deal. Even as a young teen, you were wonderful on screen.”

You smiled, guilty for using him as an outlet for tensions when he genuinely liked you so much. “Thank you, Oh Sehun. It means a lot.”

You kissed him, and he kissed back with a passion you never received from other actors — he pulled you closer and deepened the contact as you gasped at the new sensation, his tongue lapping over yours. You mingled together and sucked on his lower lip as you left it with a pop. The glisten of saliva dripping down his chin taunted you to trap yourself in him again.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist, securing him against you. His skin boiled yours, dark eyes staring into an abyss, touch too much to calm down.

“Sehun… How do you think of me?”

His hands slid under your crop top, thumbing the gaps between your ribs from forced diets to remain attractive, making you moan as he ground against you.

“I want you, Y/N, I want to have you for myself. I want to see you be mine and mine alone.”

You tangled your fingers in his black hair, craning his head to meet your mouth once again.

“Then show me. Show me everything you want to do to me so I’ll be yours and no one else’s.”

And that brought you to the sofa in your living room, a floor-to-ceiling window exposing the luminous city night life, the black TV screen reflecting your bent form and Sehun behind you. Your shorts pooled around your right ankle, your top pushed up by his hands on your breasts.

You moaned out noises you’d never heard from your chest as he kneaded the nervous flesh, sensitive to every push, your body thrashing in pleasure as he pinched your nipples. He ground against your naked ass, and you moved back with him, frustrated by the fabric of his clothes in your way.

“Yah, why don’t you — ah! — take off your clot—” The end of the word drowned in mewls when Sehun trailed a hand from your breast to your core.

He circled your clit, teased it with gentle pushes then rough rubs. Your hips bucked instinctively against his touch, seeking more friction as you groaned disjointed orders to touch you. His hand slid further down, his palm pressing your nerves as his fingers wandered your wet folds. His foot curved around yours to spread your legs wider, dipping into your shape.

He moulded you against him, his touch deepening into your core. You gasped as he thrusted his fingers in and out, forcing your walls to open up under their scissoring pression. The heat twisted in your guts, moans blurting out against your will.

And suddenly his warmth was gone.

You cried out for him to return, answered by the shuffling of fabric and a metallic rattle on the floor. His image in the television offered you the sight of his nude body, hands pinning your hips in place and member throbbing to be in you.

“This might hurt.” He warned, and you nodded, grinding up against him to show agreement.

The first thrust shot pain throughout your being, fists balling on a cushion, a groan seeping between your teeth. He eased your tense muscles with soft squeezes, from your ass to your neck. The blood stopped circulating and for a second you couldn’t feel the pain, just a fleeting bliss as your mouth fell open to free a mewl.

Sehun rammed in and out, in and out, transforming your moans in screams, his name shouted at deafening decibels, mixed in with begs to either spare you or finish you.

Your idol life had never allowed you to indulge in this sort of pleasure, and now it hit you like a meteor, like a divine punishment, paradisiac and ecstatic. You couldn’t let it go anymore. Sehun’s hips clacked against your butt as he kept thrusting harshly, nails scraping your sides. Your manager wouldn’t be happy — but screw your manager, you wanted Sehun to fuck you senseless.

And he did that perfectly.

The flames licking within your core ignited to a incendiary disaster, destroying you from the inside out. It burned tighter as Sehun hit deeper, and soon you found yourself unable to bear it.

“Se — Sehun, I — ah, Sehun, I’m —” you mouthed words you didn’t know, ignorant as to what exactly could be happening now. The pleasure shattered up your mind.

“Shh, sweetie, it’s for you. Enjoy it.”

Your lungs ached from the screaming, yet as Sehun thrusted into you again, you couldn’t help the tear breaking from you. It boomed in the house, maybe even heard by the neighbours, and died as soon as it existed, agonising in whimpers and wails.

Sehun didn’t stop. The wetness rivered down your legs and cheeks, and he didn’t stop. You bit the linen cushions until you bled, hands haphazardly reaching for him. He entwined his fingers with yours, soothing the inside of the wrist, murmuring.

“You deserve more than I can give you, but this is just a start, okay?”

He crammed you to the brim, shoving your comfort away for raw pleasure. You could feel your career falling apart at the same time as your physical satisfaction grew to touch the heavens. Sehun’s thrust picked up into a series of quick lurches, making you gasp out as your high crashed down on you again.

“Oh — fuck, Sehun, ah…”

A brisk gust chilled your boiling body when he pulled away, his half-hard cock settling down. His hands trailed along your spine, aiding you to sit and wrap a quilt over yourself. He cinched his pants back on, a sad glint in his eyes and drooping brows, and headed towards the door. Although dizzy from his grandiose treatment, you extended a grabby hand and called out for him.

“Yah! Oh Sehun, where are you going?”

He barely slowed down, not turning to face you, which made you frown in a mix of worry and disappointment.

“You just wanted a goof fuck, right? I’m going home.” He ruffled his hair like it was before, grumbling. “I shouldn’t have given in so — fuck.”

“Nonsense.” You whined for his presence. “Come back here, I want you with me. I’m convinced, please stay at least until tomorrow. Then we can talk.”

“Really?” His hopeful whisper brought a smile to your face. You stood to face him.

“Yes, really. Now let’s go to my room and sleep properly.”

Do you want to talk about our Lord and Savior Sunset Shimmer?

Of course you do what kind of question is that? Anyway… I’ll be talking about a subject that’s been speculated on the surface by many, but never deeply delved into: Sunset Shimmer’s design change.

Everyone should know by now that between Rainbow Rocks and Friendship Games, Sunset’s hair changed color. Namely, the red slightly desaturated and the yellow paled a lot in comparison. Sure, most people wrote it off as “the character designers wanted to put out color choices that were more pleasing to the eye”, and I believed that for a long while. But then, while rewatching the original Equestria Girls, I noticed something.

Now, being an artist and animator, I’ll pick visual elements apart until they can’t be picked apart anymore, and then I’ll pick them apart again and again. Now, in the first movie, we caught a glimpse of Pony!Sunset Shimmer. However, we didn’t see a single rendition of her in the light, only in darkness. So naturally, I’m sure many people just assumed that in the light, her hair would just be the same color as it is in the human world. But, upon looking closer:

They’re clearly not the same shade of yellow in the dark. Using the color picker, I masked the screenshot of Human!Sunset with the same shade of blue that DHX (presumably) used in the first image. The reds and eyes matched up almost identical, the only main difference being skin vs coat color, but all of the EQG characters have lighter skin tones than their pony counterparts, so it makes sense that the same would apply to Sunset.

However, this means DHX knew what they were doing from the start. Sunset’s hair changing color wasn’t just a design change - it meant something. Even the comics took that into play.

My theory is that when Sunset transferred herself to the Mirror World, the darkness in her heart took a physical effect on her. I mean, it’s been done before - may I remind you of Nightmare Moon? Magic does stuff to ya, it’s canon. It didn’t do much, not nearly as much as NMM, possibly because while she was doing it she knew deep down she was wrong? Or maybe she wasn’t fully consumed because… Underneath all of this she was sort of being protected by the Elements of Harmony - nature knew she’d one day create her own Element, Empathy? I dunno!

But yeah, like many others I believe this song was the turning point to her physical change - would’ve been cool if it changed during the song, imagine how rad that would be. Maybe DHX is still trying to hide something from us. Or, y’know, it’s always possible I’m reading too much into this. But my main point of this was…

This was planned.

They planned this.

It wasn’t just a write-off design change, this is legitimately canon.

You can paint over me, hang portraits in my place, but I still scream in the back of your memory. I know you’ll try to replace me with leggy blonde beauties who laugh a little too loud or maybe you’ll try carbon copies with frizzy brown hair and shy tendencies. Either way, they won’t work. They’ll be too passive or too boisterous. They won’t run their fingers through your hair when you cough or drape their legs across your lap when you watch movies together. You can take pictures, climb mountains, visit parks, see movies, and you’ll wonder why your chest aches so badly when her blue eyes aren’t close enough to mine. You can try to frame a similar picture, and you’ll come damn close I’m sure, but they’ll never be me. So coat the walls with black, with white, yellow, red, blue, but I’m still here. She may be curled up in your bed, but I’m the one etched in your heart.
—  Excerpt from a book I’ll never write