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I could watch this for hours 🐈🐈

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I will never NOT reblog this.

just binged miraculous ladybug and honestly it’s insane that a show can be like 90% classic children’s media filler and then 10% of it is the most gut wrenching heart breaking shit ever made

anyways that london special amirite

Following the author of The Last Unicorn on Facebook is the only thing that makes being on that site worthwhile.

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#all i know about the last unicorn is that alex hirsch hates this film#because the unicorn is a spoiled little bitch that never thanks the wizard for doing anything to help her

???????????????????????? is this true? because....she very much does thank him at the end of the movie

it’s in the gravity falls directors commentaries, and I trust his take

thank him while he’s busting his ass for you and you sit there complaining goddamnit

You should see it. It isn't worth the risk of not seeing it if it's something that you might even remotely enjoy. Especially based on what one person says, no matter how much you admire or trust them.

He can dislike it, but if the unicorn had been buddy-movie grateful, disney-movie emotional, it would have been a very different, very shallow, MUCH worse movie. Like just, really really bad.

She's not bitchy or catty or cruel, she literally does not understand humans or their drive or their big emotions. She doesn't feel love, she doesn't feel regret. She doesn't have ambition, she doesn't desire or benefit from change. She barely wants anything. She's complete by herself. She is content.

She can't be ungrateful unless you expect what is essentially a...a kind of immortal spirit, a place, a forest in the shape of a creature, to be in any way at all human. She can't be a deity, that's an extremely human concept, but she is not a normal living thing in any regard whatsoever.

The entire point of the movie is change, and truth. Front to back, it is change and truth, and the destruction of illusions, and surviving it, and the toll that takes, and the gifts it can bring. It's full of tremendous and intense, unthinkable, incomprehensible, destructive, renewing, life-altering change. And also truth, and the unraveling of illusions, which are everywhere in the narrative, and are almost always dangerous, or hiding something that is.

The unicorn unravels everything around her by being the catalyst for change, and it is incredibly destructive. Things come apart around her. It leads to good things, usually, but it breaks everything first.

She changes on the road, she learns to care about humans enough to help them, to save their lives, and that is very much an expression of gratitude.

She just doesn't care about the wizard questing for greatness. It is irrelevant. Glory is useless. And she's right.

She doesn't experience a fundamental alteration of her nature until she is forcibly changed against her will to survive, and it is not a positive change. It ruins her. It is a tremendous trauma that leaves her empty and broken, and eventually, partly and unnaturally human. She keeps losing what she was, and it is tragic and painful to watch. Why would she be grateful for that? She wishes she had died.

She finally develops something like love, but only after she has forgotten much of what she was. Then she desperately grasps onto it as something to replace what she lost.

Her encroaching humanity is killing what she was (her first response to being human was absolute visceral terror at having a mortal, and thus actively dying, body) a trauma response that allows her to survive, to hide. An illusion.

Love is an attempt to make peace with it all, and it is beautiful enough, but also empty. You are never meant to cheer for it. Only feel for them both. It's a sticking point for some people that the romance isn't done well. It isn't meant to feel right. They leaned on it a little hard in the movie, the book does it better, but it was a "kids' movie" (it isn't) so that was a little inevitable.

Change destroys everything, and it breaks everything.

At the end, when she changes back, who is it she appears to, to acknowledge what happened? And who is it she visits and touches and loves and says goodbye to? She is grateful.

The movie/book does exactly what it set out to do, and I have to say that I don't necessarily trust the judgment of people who dismiss it out of hand.

Yes, I saw it young, in the theater, so I imprinted, but it has been a radically different movie at different parts of my life. I've identified with every character in different phases of my life, so it has had the depth to stand up to easily over a hundred viewings by a half dozen versions of myself. I know people have their issues with the style of animation which, whatever, I think it's gorgeous and I also don't consider that a reason to dismiss an otherwise good movie or show (I really dislike the animation style of Gravity Falls, actually, it bores the crap out of me, but that isn't the point). But the story itself is not like anything else I've ever seen.

If you get it, you get it. If you don't, you don't. But wanting her to be grateful and kind is...really super duper extremely not the point, and would actually be antithetical to it and ruin the story as it is. And it's missing the ways she expresses those things. If that's what you take away, that she is somehow morally deficient, you literally did not understand it, or you haven't seen it, or you have a take so radically divergent from mine I am probably incapable of understanding it.

It is so, so good.

It's currently a 'free with ads' watch on YouTube*, too!

(in the US, at least, idk if these are region locked)

Ooooo I will be watching it (again) then! Thank you for the heads up!

anyways can we start recognizing adhd as an actual and serious disorder that

ADHD is:

None of this is because people with ADHD as a group are, like, bad or lazy or evil or irresponsible or don’t care. People with ADHD are just people, and exist on the same range of good, bad, and in-between that all people do. However, the parts of our brains that are meant to help us regulate our emotions, plan for the future, remember to do important things, and not act on every impulse that crosses our minds just don’t work properly. A lot of us might lean in to an airhead, spacy artistic type, class clown, or similar persona to mask our deep shame over not being able to “just” do all these basic things that other people seem to do with no trouble at all. 

Additionally, even accessing ADHD treatment can be extremely challenging, because stimulant medications are controlled substances and there are so many false and damaging perceptions about the condition and medications out there. And even when you have a well-established diagnosis and are well controlled on a medication you’ve taken for years, you are never far away from potential disruptions to your treatment. I personally am a white professional with good health insurance and was able to get diagnosed and medication prescribed - which in itself is often really difficult - but even from that position of privilege I have experienced multiple gaps in my treatment for reasons like:

Again, this is a LEGAL medication that I am LEGALLY prescribed by my supportive doctor with consultation from my supportive psychologist, for my actual disabling medical condition, and which all parties involved agree is extremely effective in helping me manage said condition. I’m in about the best situation you can be in short of being a millionaire who doesn’t have to worry about things like preapprovals or copays or taking sick time from work. 

I’ve also heard from others who have had to change doctors due to moving, job or insurance changes, etc., only to get issues like:

ADHD is a treatable and manageable condition, but it isn’t a joke, it isn’t “made up,” we aren’t “all a little ADHD these days anyway”. It’s a complex and wide-ranging condition that can impact nearly every part of your life in serious and possibly very damaging ways.

How I think Nino and Adrien/Claw Noir (from the Re-verse reality) would become friends pt 3/3

Pt 1 , 2

WIP Wednesday

WHEEEEEEEEEE thank you for enabling me @mostmagical!!

At this rate I'll be sharing the whole next chapter of mtl fic before it's posted buuuuut here is the beginning of it... (SORRY IF YOU'VE ALREADY SEEN THIS ON DISCORD)

No pressure tags for @kasienda, @monpetitchattriste, @asukiess,

@rosekasa, @celestialtitania and @lesbitorte.

oh god I have zero points, I am pointless and ancient and gentle 

i hate writing about gay people i just had to use one character's name four times and the other's twice in one sentence for the sentence to make sense

Just make all the characters trans with neo pronouns! Solves the issue! 😁

i draw normal art

if you’re white and wanna write a poc character and feel awkward about it i implore you to ignore any twitblr stuff treating it as a massive ethical burden and instead come in more with the same mindset you’d have if you wanted to write about idk firefighters but didn’t know anything about firefighters so you do... research. Like fuck off with the weird kinda creepy calls for spiritual introspection you’re not writing about god damn space aliens you’re writing about humans and if you think you need more perspective of different life experiences just read?

If I were writing about firefighters I'd also, in addition to just reading about them, take advantage of Our Blessed Internet to ask actual firefighters about how shit works. I'd do the same for a minority I'm not a part of.

I remember when there was this LiveJournal community where you could just ask about anything you needed for your novel - medicine, professions, vehicles, how things function in country X - and people who knew something about that would answer.

We need to bring this back.

And apparently just this summer they DID bring it back - it's called Little Details and it's on Dreamwidth!!!!

Remember, a world where everyone stays in their own boxes and only writes about their own narrow demographic is straight up a goal for racists. If you ever find yourself attempting anti-racism so hard you've looped back to "functionally the same thing racists want", stop, take stock, and ask yourself where things went wrong.

Post-wish AU where the world is re-created so that Emilie never died, Gabriel never became Hawk Moth, there was no Ladybug and Chat Noir, etc... Adrien never ends up going to school, so he and Marinette don't end up meeting until later in life.

They never become close friends, but somehow they keep showing up in each other's lives. They attend the same university, but are in different programs, only briefly crossing paths in the library from time to time. They have apartments next-door to each other for a year but only say brief hellos as they pass in the halls. Their kids end up in the same class. They're seatmates on a plane.

There are a hundred different ways the universe keeps trying to bring them together, but it's either not the right time or they somehow mess things up. They go through their entire lives feeling like something is missing.

In the last scene, Adrien visits the cemetary to lay flowers on his late spouse's grave. Marinette's tombstone is the one right beside it.

---

[Inspired by my morning walk and listening to the song Parallel Lines by DVBBS (ft. CMC$ and Happy Sometimes)]

Marinette stepped through the school doors and tested the rain with her hand. Drawing it back, she sighed, wondering whether it'd be worth it to wait for the rain to stop before heading home.

A limousine eased by with a light-haired boy in the back seat. Marinette opened her mouth, and-

And let it drop closed.

Was she about to say something?

To who?

Weird.

She ran home, doing her best to avoid the rain.

--

Adrien groaned, glaring at his textbook as though it had personally wronged him. Why had he even agreed to this course in the first place?

A giggle came from the other side of the table, and Adrien looked up to find a blue-eyed girl staring back at him with a barely-hidden smile. He stuck out his tongue, and she snorted.

Someone shushed them -probably the librarian- sending Adrien back to work.

Maybe university wasn't so bad.

Thunder rolled outside, and Adrien was glad he'd brought his umbrella.

--

"Um- Sorry to intrude, but is this seat taken?"

"Huh?" Marinette turned from the window to find a tall, blonde man standing in the aisle, carry-on in his hands and wavering smile claiming his face.

"The, uh, seat. Mind if I use it?"

"Oh! Not at all. Need any help with your bag? I'm stronger than I look; I promise."

He chuckled. "Sure, thank you."

They settled in, and the plane took off.

Marinette smiled as they passed through a cloud, tiny droplets clinging to the window.

--

Adrien stared down at the grave, tracing its letters in a silent goodbye. Had it been his to seal away, the ring in his hand would be buried there, too, but it was an heirloom, one that had never really been his. The longest he'd held it before was during their wedding, and it had been worn ever since by someone now long gone.

Still, he couldn't quite shake the feeling that he, at least, belonged to it.

He adjusted the bouquet he'd left, pulled away from the headstone, and rose to his feet. As he turned to leave, he caught a glimpse of the next marker over.

Marinette.

The name seemed familiar, like someone important, but Adrien didn't know any Marinettes. Maybe someone famous?

He plucked a rose from a nearby bush and left it for her. Whoever she was, she deserved something nice, even if the flower's usual meaning wasn't intended.

It just seemed like her color.

Adrien walked back to his car and shook out his umbrella.

Maybe it would be sunny next year.