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That thing about writing when the ideas stop flowing but you need to include a slow paragraph you'll be rewriting until the moment you hit publish on the whole damn thing, and you don't have the faintest what's it going to be and have to just sit there, staring off into space like a cat with no operating system installed and THINKING and experiencing pain like no other, yet you still do it because pacing is your god and honestly, this is how your best stuff has always happened.
Not to start discourse but I will be forever mad that every time I go into the Goncharov tag I see people complaining that they watched the movie expecting a soft queer romcom about pure cinnamon rolls and instead they got a complex and violent film about deeply flawed people where everyone dies.
By all means, engage in fandom however you choose. But don’t blame the source material for not being consistent with some random fanon on tumblr. Kinda wild to get mad that the movie about violent, morally dark grey criminals has violence, crime and moral greyness in it. You know? Also, imho given the time this movie was made, the queer coding was daring; this is NOT an example of queerbaiting.
At the time, the rumour that Andrei's actor was really horribly disfigured in that scene in the slaughterhouse, and that's why he never acted again, was more palatable than the truth that having a gay man play an ambiguously-bi character was enough to get him blacklisted.
(Also, fun trivia: The "pig scalder" was actually an early Jacuzzi hot tub, which was lent to the production for free by Roy Jacuzzi in return for publicity. When he discovered how it was being used in the film he was furious - especially when it was returned stained with the red dye mixture - but was sweetened up when someone "leaked" the now-famous photos of the cast hanging out in the Jacuzzi between takes, which helped to cement the image of the hot tub as a fun, sexy, sociable thing, rather than as a medical device.)
We don’t talk about Leia killing Jabba enough. Her grandmother and father were born into slavery. Her blood was that of the desert sand and the shackles of bondage. Leia was never more a Skywalker than the day she strangled her slave master with the very chains he used to bind her. The daughter of Anakin Skywalker was the one who killed Tatooine’s most notorious slaver, and I find that really beautiful.
The picture in the background of the second one
Tama is boss
THE TRAINS HAVE CARTOON TAMAS ON THEM
Sad update everyone, Tama recently passed away… An estimated 3,000 people, including railway officials, attended Tama the cat’s funeral on Sunday, days after she died of heart failure aged 16. [x]
For those who haven’t read articles about it, the local shrine elevated her to a god. She’s now the Eternal Stationmaster and patron god of the station.
Beautiful.
Now I’m crying thanks
and a new cat was hired right?
yep! her name is Nitama (essentially ”second tama” or “tama II”) and she served under Tama as an apprentice before being appointed her deputy
she works very hard
Everytime this crosses my dash, I reblog. It is the law.
I’m crying at 11pm over train cats
Nitama, already now a mature cat (born 2010), has a protege named Yontama (fourth Tama, b. 2016). There is no information available for either the physical befellment or tragic self-disgrace which has removed Santama from contention.
^Nitama majestic, and below with Yontama
Yontama.
a legacy
okay but actually what happened to santama (or sun-tama-tama, which is her name because it’s a pun on santama) was that she was basically sent to train for the position in okayama and they liked her so much they refused to send her back
“Sun-tama-tama” (a pun off of “Santama”, lit. “third Tama”) was a calico cat sent for training in Okayama. Sun-tama-tama was considered as a candidate for Tama’s successor, but the Okayama Public Relations representative who had been caring for Sun-tama-tama refused to give the cat up writing, “I will not let go of this child, she will stay in Okayama.” [25]
As of September 2018, Sun-tama-tama is working as the stationmaster in Naka-ku, Okayama and appears occasionally on Tama’s Twitter account.
Every time I see this post there’s new info and it gets better
You are only allowed to scroll pass this after you pay tribute to the great Tama Station masters.
The shrine of Tama Daimyōjin (Great gracious deity Tama), next to the Kishi station where she worked.
Nitama presenting her yearly offerings to Tama Daimyōjin on the anniversary of Tama’s Death, June 23 (The offerings are presented by the company president, as Nitama is a cat and thus can’t hold the offerings herself) (Not pictured, but also present, Yontama)
you cannot pass without reblogging guys. i’m sorry, i don’t make the rules.
You can’t not reblog a goddess. It’s just what’s so. :)
So, fun fact- the manga Noragami has an arc where the main character, Yato (a minor kami/God that is down on his luck but trying to make it big time) goes to a council/conference for all the Gods in Japan.
And they are announcing the winner of the “up and coming god” award, and of course, Yato thinks it’s him.
But no-
ITS TAMA!
i am so easily impressed by trees
I'm not ever buying Whedon was clear on what River's deal was before Objects in Space. Bc you really mean to tell me a 17-year old with no medical education, who last went to any type of school at the age of 14, used fucking mind reading to casually spend time sifting through and COMPREHENDING years of her brother's medical expertise to somehow correctly determine a doctor was administering an incorrect combo of meds for his patient's state, and she was pulling this feat of divination while highly traumatized, agitated, and before the fuck up even had any consequences? God, I fucking hate wunderkind writing.
friend across the street yelled back, "No, it's fine!"
Someone else yells, "Maybe it's your 400+ open tabs!"
the average rap battle has nothing on people who are still deeply in love after twenty years
Reading a book about slavery in the middle-ages, and as the author sorts through different source materials from different eras, I am starting to understand why so many completely fantastical accounts of "faraway lands" went without as much as a shrug. The world is such a weird place that you can either refuse to believe any of it or just go "yeah that might as well happen" and carry on with your day.
There was this 10th century arab traveller who wrote into an account that the fine trade furs come from a land where the night only lasts one hour in the summer and the sun doesn't rise at all in the winter, people use dogs to travel, and where children have white hair. I don't think I'd believe something like that either if I didn't live here.
I mean honestly everything that Arab traveler said lines up with the Arctic areas, except the white hair part, I don't know where that originates from, or if it's accurate
If I had to guess, maybe they had albinism? Or maybe it's one of those cases where kids sometimes start out with one hair color and develop a different one when they get older. This is all conjecture, but something to consider.
Still really cool tho
guys, the traveler just wasnt used to blondes
Also, languages develop words for colors over time so they get grouped with the closest one. That's why people with orange hair are called redheads. The word for red is generally the third color that gets a name. There wasn't always a word for the color orange, but there have almost always been people with orange hair.
And the Romans in Rome were fascinated by the Celtic slaves brought back from the British Isles because of their fair hair and skin.
For the sake of "I would not believe it either if I didn't live here" kind of context, this is a perfectly normal hair colour for children where I'm from. It darkens to a dark ash blond/sand brown when they grow up.
So what I learned from this is even in modern times, people don’t know or believe that Scandinavians are just that pale and blond without jumping to “albino” first
You wouldn’t have believed the 10th century Arab guy either.
This one's gonna be quick, dialogue-heavy, I've basically written it already in the outline, 5k words max, wait, what are these heavy lyrical discriptions, why is the word count ballooning, why is this suddenly four parts--
I really think the story would flow better if I added this little thing, shouldn't take long, where did the extra 8k words come from