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This, That And The Other Thing

@villain89

There is no way to describe this blog, other than; "HEY, look at this!" 32 they/them/she/her Trans lesbean massively huge nerd that will inflict upon all of you my Fandom whims at any given moment.

hospitals in america are like you farted and it was soooo stank we had to turn on a fan. +$100000000000 to your hospital bill

It's really weird living in another country and seeing posts that are like:

Life Hack! Request an itemized bill! They charged me for the entire ventilation system after my stanky ass blast so I told them to tear the whole thing out and I'll come by and pick it up. Of the three options that left them: Getting sued, shutting down the hospital while they replace the entire ass-befouled ventilation system, or removing the charge from my bill, changing the bill was the least expensive so they did that.

Republicans have made SCOTUS unhealthy. It is a done deal.

Democrats changing SCOTUS is not unhealthy.

Yeah say it louder: Republicans ALREADY BROKE SCOTUS. Now, to fix it, Democrats need to use their power and popular support to UNFUCK IT. For fucks sake why is this so difficult.

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i think as adults it's our responsibility to be nice to kids and treat them with the respect we wish we got at that age and im not kidding or exaggerating in the least

You ever have those "huh, so that was probably neglect" realisations about your childhood halfway through a completely casual day? As we're going through the "having to take two showers a day to not constantly stink up the place" -season, I'm having some hindsight realisations about the way I was raised.

I was a really fucking gross kid. Stinky, constantly sticky with something, with dirt under my nails as a permanent fixture and probably a pinecone stuck somewhere in my hair. I know bullies will always find some reason to pick on this one in particular when someone's weird and not good at making friends, but bad hygiene was definitely their main thing about me. I didn't really care for being clean and didn't notice if I smelled, but even when being bullied for it felt bad, I still wouldn't remember to take that shower once I got home from school.

I was a weird, gross, feral kid whom other kids treat like something infectuous and diseased, and that was just who I was as a person. I don't think I started remembering to actually shower regularly before I was like 14-15.

Being an adult, seeing other peoples' kids, and noticing how other adults your own age handle them makes you do some connections. I was an inherently gross kid, but all kids are inherently gross. They will get themselves sticky, and won't bathe on their own. How many parents carry things like napkins and wet wipes to keep their little goblins at a minimal levels of scrungly. Parents whose kids don't maintain hygeine on their own from the age of seven onward don't just bi-annually shrug and go "well, you should try harder to remember that" any more than they would with homework. Parents are supposed to notice that their kids don't shower - and remind them to do so - before bullies do.

Parents whose kids are incompetent at looking after themselves won't just go "well, that's who they choose to be as a person." They're supposed to look after them.

“For some time, Hollywood has marketed family entertainment according to a two-pronged strategy, with cute stuff and kinetic motion for the kids and sly pop-cultural references and tame double entendres for mom and dad. Miyazaki has no interest in such trickery, or in the alternative method, most successfully deployed in Pixar features like Finding Nemo, Toy Story 3 and Inside/Out, of blending silliness with sentimentality.”

“Most films made for children are flashy adventure-comedies. Structurally and tonally, they feel almost exactly like blockbusters made for adults, scrubbed of any potentially offensive material. They aren’t so much made for children as they’re made to be not not for children. It’s perhaps telling that the genre is generally called “Family,” rather than “Children’s.” The films are designed to be pleasing to a broad, age-diverse audience, but they’re not necessarily specially made for young minds.”

“My Neighbor Totoro, on the other hand, is a genuine children’s film, attuned to child psychology. Satsuki and Mei move and speak like children: they run and romp, giggle and yell. The sibling dynamic is sensitively rendered: Satsuki is eager to impress her parents but sometimes succumbs to silliness, while Mei is Satsuki’s shadow and echo (with an independent streak). But perhaps most uniquely, My Neighbor Totoro follows children’s goals and concerns. Its protagonists aren’t given a mission or a call to adventure - in the absence of a larger drama, they create their own, as children in stable environments do. They play.”

“Consider the sequence just before Mei first encounters Totoro. Satsuki has left for school, and Dad is working from home, so Mei dons a hat and a shoulder bag and tells her father that she’s “off to run some errands” - The film is hers for the next ten minutes, with very little dialogue. She’s seized by ideas, and then abandons them; her goals switch from moment to moment. First she wants to play “flower shop” with her dad, but then she becomes distracted by a pool full of tadpoles. Then, of course, she needs a bucket to catch tadpoles in - but the bucket has a hole in it. And on it goes, but we’re never bored, because Mei is never bored.”

“[…] You can only ride a ride so many times before the thrill wears off. But a child can never exhaust the possibilities of a park or a neighborhood or a forest, and Totoro exists in this mode. The film is made up of travel and transit and exploration, set against lush, evocative landscapes that seem to extend far beyond the frame. We enter the film driving along a dirt road past houses and rice paddies; we follow Mei as she clambers through a thicket and into the forest; we walk home from school with the girls, ducking into a shrine to take shelter from the rain; we run past endless green fields with Satsuki as she searches for Mei. The psychic center of Totoro’s world is an impossibly giant camphor tree covered in moss. The girls climb over it, bow to it as a forest-guardian, and at one point fly high above it, with the help of Totoro. Much like Totoro himself, the tree is enormous and initially intimidating, but ultimately a source of shelter and inspiration.”

“My Neighbor Totoro has a story, but it’s the kind of story that a child might make up, or that a parent might tell as a bedtime story, prodded along by the refrain, “And then what happened?” This kind of whimsicality is actually baked into Miyazaki’s process: he begins animating his films before they’re fully written. Totoro has chase scenes and fantastical creatures, but these are flights of fancy rooted in a familiar world. A big part of being a kid is watching and waiting, and Miyazaki understands this. When Mei catches a glimpse of a small Totoro running under her house, she crouches down and stares into the gap, waiting. Miyazaki holds on this image: we wait with her. Magical things happen, but most of life happens in between those things—and there is a kind of gentle magic, for a child, in seeing those in-betweens brought to life truthfully on screen.”

A.O. Scott and Lauren Wilford onMy Neighbor Totoro”, 2017.  

every time this shows up on my blog, I’m rescheduling it to show up again at a later date so I can keep remembering how important a child’s perspective is.

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I have ANGST! Part 6

(links later. I'm on mobile.)

It started at 9 am on a Tuesday. The Justice League got a call from an agency calling themselves the Ghost Investigation Ward. They reported that their main base was being attacked by ghosts.

This was a great cause for concern as 1) no member of the JL had heard of "the Ghost Investigation Ward", 2) this unknown agency was running a visible, yet unacknowledged, operation in a populated area, and 3) not only are ghosts real, but, according to Zatanna and Constantine, they are actually extra-dimensional beings of unbelievable power.

So why were they attacking a small town in the middle of Nowhere, Illinois? And why was there an entire government agency also hidden in this town?

Information was sparse. The town itself almost seemed to not exist. There was no internet activity to be found. No news broadcasts or publications.

It seemed as though the town was in a bubble. But was the bubble created by the ghosts or the government?

Regardless, the JL had to act.

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Things in Amity Park are strange.

The civilian population is completely unharmed. Public buildings are undamaged. People are going about their daily lives.

But there's an unmistakable tension in the air. It's hard to ignore the way that the civilians stop and stare when they see the Justice League. It's even harder to ignore the outright hatred in the eyes of passersby.

The GIW's base is badly damaged. The windows are shattered. There are several holes in the ground surrounding the building. Some of the plants near the building are still smoldering.

It's clear that a battle has recently been fought here.

As the jet approaches the building, there are several flashes of green light and several colorful figures fly away from the building. A dozen men in white suits flow out of the doors of the building and begin to shoot at the figures flying away. Most of their shots miss. It seems like they can't agree on which target they should be focusing on.

They land and immediately begin to question the agents.

A hostile ghost had broken into their base and released several of their test subjects.

The hostile is known as Phantom.