Screams-into-the-abyss - The Culmination (of My Insanity)

you are supposed to find coriolanus attractive, they want you to sympathise with him, they want you to root for him and then remember who he is, they want you to be confused and shocked when he does something you did not expect him to do because "is he really that bad?", you are supposed to have twisted feelings about him, the whole point is that you struggle with how you easily you are affected with his charisma and his looks and that you question yourself about WHY you feel so twisted about him. suzanne collins is smart as hell for not making it obvious that he is bad. for not giving you the usual villian origin story where the kind guy gets evil because something happened to him, without physically changing him to look a certain evil way, you are supposed to follow his story and remind yourself who he is. they want you to not really understand why he "turned evil". because there are coriolanus snows in our world. at our work place, in politics, everywhere. They might not (all) kill kids in a brutal battle, but they do things you can consider evil. they all had normal lifes and chances to be a good person but chose to be bad. coriolanus hunger games are his hunger for power.

I also like that his nickname for her changes as he learns more about her (because their interest in understanding each other parallels their interest in understanding how storms work) but it’s always in reference to where she’s from. Because she has that whole “running from home -> returning to home” character arc thing going. So we start with “city girl” and we move to “Sepulpa.” And the guy who’s giving her those nicknames is not only demonstrating that he’s learned more about her and they’re getting closer, but also, he’s the one really reminding her where she’s from/where she belongs in this story.

Javi is also doing that, but the thing about Javi is that he is associated with the Big Tragedy. He was part of the thing that makes Kate want to cut herself off from “where she belongs.” So even though he’s reminding her of who she is and where she’s from, too, it’s in the wrong direction. Kate’s character needed somebody new to come into her life, not somebody from the tortured past. And what better “somebody new” than a guy who’s got all the love for weather she used to have, and all the challenging interest in her, with none of the “reference to tragedy?”

I mean they could’ve written Tyler to be a storm-chaser who lost someone, too. At the rodeo, he could’ve gone, “yeah, my parents died in a storm, there wasn’t an early enough warning system, so now I chase what I used to fear to help understand the thing that took my family from me,” yadda yadda, angst angst. But that’s not what they do. Because Tyler’s character doesn’t need to foil the tragedy. He needs to foil the fun. And the hope, and the enjoyment, and the bravery, that Kate’s character has been suppressing.

So what better character to start marking where Kate’s return-to-where-she-belongs journey is, with nicknames, than Tyler—the guy trying to understand her—and then once he gets an understanding, he’s the guy trying to push her to move forward?

Good good good. Good writing, good storytelling, good characters. Nothing fancy. Just plain good.

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ji-hyuk is made for the independent eldest daughters who refuse to ask for help but secretly yearn for devoted love

IMPORTANT HARRY POTTER QUESTION!!!

For all of us that have read HP fics of whatever era we have inevitably come across a common room party.

My question is how do the older kids keep the younger ones out of the parties??? Like what if one comes in late from the library? Ok sure you send that kiddo up to bed but what about the others up in their rooms? How do you keep them from coming down and partaking in something beyond their age range????

If anyone has any thoughts or ideas please let me know I can’t think of anything logical …

toxic trait is loving twisters and blasting ain't no love in oklahoma at all hours of the day

Speaking nothing but the truth. Homie Brown has ALL my respect and love.

Hobie Brown is the best representation of authentic punk culture I’ve personally ever seen in media

I feel like most “punk” characters are just visually alternative, and maybe a little “stick it to the man”, but that’s about it. They ultimately don’t stick the landing when it comes to the values the punk community has

But Hobie does!!! He backs his words up with his actions! He sticks to what he believes in, causes chaos, fights fascists, is an instigator, is anti-establishment (including the spider society), he has blue and yellow coded laces (as always these animators are amazing and did their fucking research), and he literally disrupts every scene he’s in with his art style!!

And most importantly, he CARES about his friends, which is what I think a lot of “punk” characters ultimately are missing. He’s the ultimate hype man for Pavitr and Miles, he helps Miles escape like 2 minutes after meeting him, he watches out for Gwen when she can’t go back home, he talks sweetly to Mayday when no one else is listening

Anyways I sat there in the theatre watching this chaotic SOB thinking

I’m just catching up to learn my dreams came true and crumbled at the same time…

marichat stans rn after 7 years of clowning

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IMPORTANT HARRY POTTER QUESTION!!!

For all of us that have read HP fics of whatever era we have inevitably come across a common room party.

My question is how do the older kids keep the younger ones out of the parties??? Like what if one comes in late from the library? Ok sure you send that kiddo up to bed but what about the others up in their rooms? How do you keep them from coming down and partaking in something beyond their age range????

If anyone has any thoughts or ideas please let me know I can’t think of anything logical …

Maddie and Wally’s relationship being one of the only selfish things either of them had ever done in their lives/afterlives and then Wally saving Maddie from drowning in her codependence in her scar, I’m fine