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just for clarification:

disliking parts of the way rapunzel’s character was handled in the show =/= disliking her.

movie!rapunzel means a lot to me personally, and i absolutely adore some aspects of her character in the show. i think she’s loving, creative, funny, intelligent, and she tries her best to help the people around her.

if i have a critique with her in the show, it’s because i believe that isn’t how she’d behave as someone who went through the events of the movie. or maybe i look at how she acts for one episode of the show, compare it to the foundation they’ve established in an earlier episode, and find that they contrast one another. my criticisms are for the inconsistent or out-of-character writing, not for rapunzel herself. i understand she has flaws; i just wish they were addressed properly and that she didn’t always have to be in the right.

you’re welcome to reblog this if you feel the same way.

disliking parts of the way rapunzel’s character was handled in the show =/= disliking rapunzel.

“actually, despite all their actions that prove who they are, Lying Liar McFalsehoods said this to Gullible von Naïveté, and Gullible von Naïveté believed them, so your take is bad” is a statement i read way too often on here.

me a while ago, seeing fanart of POC varian: that’s a neat concept!

me, getting back into this fandom: …HOLY SHIT WAIT that would add so much to s1. the persecution he faces from the king and his village. the way he’s vilified. even the s3 stuff, like how he has a fawn response around the mains and how hard he has to work for them in order to be treated like he belongs, though he’s apparently only paid for his efforts when he becomes the royal engineer-instead-of-alchemist… people who depict POC varian, you geniuses.

fanartists, i’m curious. did you factor in everything that canonically happens when you reimagined varian in that way, or did you make the drawings first?

(warning for a small essay in the tags)

These are all really good points! My issue isn’t really with this scene in general, but more the fact that it’s a symptom of an underlying problem with the show when it comes to its treatment of Eugene.

We get Painter’s Block, an episode where Rapunzel tries to overcome her mental paralysis after Queen for a Day. We get endless scenes in season 3 of Eugene consoling her over her fears, Eugene encouraging her when she falters, Eugene surrendering his desire to fight Cass in exchange for Rapunzel’s desire to keep reaching out to her.

Not once do we get a Eugene-centric episode that isn’t about Rapunzel in some way. Not once do we see her helping him when it isn’t related to some lesson she has to learn/unlearn. Not once do we see her— or anybody, for that matter— call out the fact that he’s using humor or passive-aggression to mask his feelings.

And before anyone points out that Rapunzel’s the main character, we got an entire episode of her helping Attila and an entire episode of her trying to make friends with some guy who doesn’t like her. Yes, both of those episodes did turn out to be about Rapunzel in some way— like how it attempted to show that she would stick up for a criminal, and how it showed her people-pleasing tendencies after Gothel— but they still primarily featured those characters, and we still learned about them. We never really got that setup and payoff with Eugene.

So I look at this scene, and on its own, I wouldn’t have a problem with it. But I know that, in regards to the entire show, the tough choices Eugene has had to make are never really addressed. His character isn’t explored to its fullest potential— in fact, if you hadn’t seen the movie, it would be easy to forget he isn’t just some freeloader who’s devoted to Rapunzel, the way Cass believes.

Rapunzel tells him “we can chat about difficult choices,” but my problem is the fact that, no matter how valid her feelings are, they only ever talk about hers.

rapunzel. rapunzel, i feel you. i understand that you’re lashing out because of demon magic and stress.

however.

you are talking to the man who chose to die for you.

i think he understands what a tough choice is.

it’s so morbidly funny to me that eugene, the guy varian excitedly rambled at, the guy who knows how much this kid loves science and wants to change the world with it— eugene looks around at varian’s dusty, abandoned lab and goes “hmm. no, nothing seems off here. i’m not sensing any doom. this is surely just him being a messy teenager.”

rapunzel. rapunzel, i feel you. i understand that you’re lashing out because of demon magic and stress.

however.

you are talking to the man who chose to die for you.

i think he understands what a tough choice is.

choosing to believe that rapunzel didn’t check on varian because she got hit by the Bad Writing Curse that left her suspended translucently in the air for the three to five months that passed. she was just ghostly and floating in a comatose state with the words BAD WRITING CURSE printed in times new roman font down the length of her body. and then the three to five months were up and she was suddenly rejuvenated. and nobody else checked on him because they were all so worried about her. and then varian learns of the curse and asks “is that what made me make the ‘sweep you off your feet’ joke?” and everybody says some variation of “no, that was just you being a cringey teenager.” and he goes “dang it” and kicks one of his prison bars.

Arabian scops owl. With the freaky eyes <3

you are now a bird ! go into [this] generator and generate one (1) bird, and that is your new existence. i'd love to see what everyone gets, either by replies or tags if you reblog !

What you need to understand is that young Ford Pines is joyous and whimsical and also fueled by spite and one million cups of coffee

“i want varian to voluntarily disclose his past villainy” “i want varian’s old enemies to come back and forcibly reveal it” i want varian to explain his past crimes while doing really bad impressions of people like in episode 1

“so then rapunzel was all, ‘ooh, i’ve gotta take a PAINTING class, because that’s important’— oh, i forgot to tell you about the armed guards stationed outside my house, lemme back it up—“

just realized that most people will go their entire lives without hearing “nothing left to lose” and that honestly shook me up a bit.

so weird when your brain just switches hyperfixations for a second. one moment you look at blorbo and are incandescent with joy. then you pick up other blorbo and the first doesn’t look so shiny. and then you are a monster.

Already been done. Lil Bits, the kitten from Wander Over Yonder.

A character concept that I'm actually surprised I haven't seen more, now that I think about it:

A character with a tragic past who's beautiful in an unthreatening, pitiful sort of way, who goes "wait hold on, people think I'm cute?" and immediately goes drunk with power. Having a whole villain arc getting corrupted by the power of being just so tragic and pathetic that people can't be mad at them. Someone who's been accustomed to always being the one who's blamed and punished no matter whose fault the problem was suddenly discovering that actually they could get away with murder by being so big-eyed and sad.

And once they figure out that they can just Poor Little Meow Meow their way out of anything, they do. Going from being genuinely skittish and timid into pretending to do so merely as an act, manipulating the shit out of everyone and avoiding all suspicion because Look How Sad And Wet And Pathetic I Am, of course they couldn't do any harm to anyone ever.

And if one person finally does see right through that act and puts puzzle pieces together of how there's been just too many suspicious coincidences and accidents that only one person would actually benefit from, they confront the Tragic Little Act directly, one-to-one, to say "I'm fucking onto you and your shit"

And suddenly they completely snap out of their timid, pathetic presentation to give a big, wide, sickening smile like "no-one's ever going to believe you."

i’m thinking about it. i’ll get back to you.

Does anyone know what to do

heck yeah!! science!!! also “what. why” to the racism. (how do you even mock somebody for sending something to space. i feel like that just. isn’t something you can mock.)

Hey remember when US and Russia was all like “We’re the best!!! We’ve won the space race!!!!” But India sent a kick-ass space probe to Mars and the whole mission was fuel efficient, costed less and a roaring success in the first try and then they were like “…..wait no that can’t be true” and still have the audacity to call us “underdeveloped” or only view us as a ‘third world country’? :)

For anyone who needs more info, the probe was called Mangalyaan (which literally means space probe vehicle) or Mars Orbiter Mission (MOM) and you can also get more information here and here

FUCK YEAH!!

*LOUD THUNDEROUS APPLAUSE*

reverse gatekeeping. I am on my knees begging people to engage with the source material

shoutout to stanford pines for a couple of things, but mainly for writing in flawless cursive while enduring -1 hours of sleep, weeping not for his failed partnership, several injuries, another betrayal, familial issues, and spite.

fully inspired by this post from @sssapplebottomjeans :3

GRAVITY FALLS MY NEVER DEAD HIPERFIXATION AND VARIAN COMBINED? im dead

What they don't know can't hurt them..

I can be shaped by more than the things that hurt me

Farewell online privacy

Tell me a soft memory

someone I follow on the bird app just announced they're starting a very exclusive private fic server because they and a bunch of other people want to talk about how much they love the fics they're reading, and as an author can I just say that a really great place to talk about a fic you love is in the comments for that fic

I understand that people are trying to create safe spaces, but as the number of comments that I get on my fics dwindles with each passing year, knowing these spaces exist where my fics are being discussed, places that I am excluded from, makes me want to write fic LESS

I mean I guess who cares, right, because if I stop writing, there's 10,000 other people that will continue...but if you participate in a fic "book club" server and you say nice things there about a fic you loved, maybe copy and paste that into a comment on AO3?

the only thing fanfic writers are asking for in return for hours of hard work is attention. please don't rob us of the one thing that we hope for when we hit "post"

STANFORD PINES

but also we have to drop some charges. like. a few. and argue about his intentions.

im a blorbo apologist but also they did every bad thing they did and i will get mad if u ignore that. complexities

HIIII ITS ME CYRUS FROM WILDSAGECYRUS🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️ i am now in your tumblr ask box.. crazy stuff…

you’re lying! i can see you’re called “anonymous”, and cyrus has never used that name!

okay jokes aside i’m following you now and here, have an ET that was in a counselor’s office

“Some years ago, I was stuck on a crosstown bus in New York City during rush hour. Traffic was barely moving. The bus was filled with cold, tired people who were deeply irritated—with one another; with the rainy, sleety weather; with the world itself. Two men barked at each other about a shove that might or might not have been intentional. A pregnant woman got on, and nobody offered her a seat. Rage was in the air; no mercy would be found here.

But as the bus approached Seventh Avenue, the driver got on the intercom. “Folks,” he said, “I know you’ve had a rough day and you’re frustrated. I can’t do anything about the weather or traffic, but here’s what I can do. As each one of you gets off the bus, I will reach out my hand to you. As you walk by, drop your troubles into the palm of my hand, okay? Don’t take your problems home to your families tonight—just leave ‘em with me. My route goes right by the Hudson River, and when I drive by there later, I’ll open the window and throw your troubles in the water. Sound good?”

It was as if a spell had lifted. Everyone burst out laughing. Faces gleamed with surprised delight. People who’d been pretending for the past hour not to notice each other’s existence were suddenly grinning at each other like, is this guy serious?

Oh, he was serious.

At the next stop—just as promised—the driver reached out his hand, palm up, and waited. One by one, all the exiting commuters placed their hand just above his and mimed the gesture of dropping something into his palm. Some people laughed as they did this, some teared up—but everyone did it. The driver repeated the same lovely ritual at the next stop, too. And the next. All the way to the river.

We live in a hard world, my friends. Sometimes it’s extra difficult to be a human being. Sometimes you have a bad day. Sometimes you have a bad day that lasts for several years. You struggle and fail. You lose jobs, money, friends, faith, and love. You witness horrible events unfolding in the news, and you become fearful and withdrawn. There are times when everything seems cloaked in darkness. You long for the light but don’t know where to find it.

But what if you are the light? What if you’re the very agent of illumination that a dark situation begs for?

That’s what this bus driver taught me—that anyone can be the light, at any moment. This guy wasn’t some big power player. He wasn’t a spiritual leader. He wasn’t some media-savvy “influencer.” He was a bus driver—one of society’s most invisible workers. But he possessed real power, and he used it beautifully for our benefit.

When life feels especially grim, or when I feel particularly powerless in the face of the world’s troubles, I think of this man and ask myself, What can I do, right now, to be the light? Of course, I can’t personally end all wars, or solve global warming, or transform vexing people into entirely different creatures. I definitely can’t control traffic. But I do have some influence on everyone I brush up against, even if we never speak or learn each other’s name. How we behave matters because within human society everything is contagious—sadness and anger, yes, but also patience and generosity. Which means we all have more influence than we realize.

No matter who you are, or where you are, or how mundane or tough your situation may seem, I believe you can illuminate your world. In fact, I believe this is the only way the world will ever be illuminated—one bright act of grace at a time, all the way to the river.“

–Elizabeth Gilbert

I won’t stand for this nunsense

hey when you make posts, i just want you to know, thou/thee/thy/thine/ye are like he/you(object)/your/yours/you(subject) okay? "thou art wearing shoes," "i will wear shoes for thee," okay?

you say thine if the next word starts with a vowel and thy if the next word starts with a consonant and they both mean "your" so "thine own shoes," "thy shoes," okay?

and ye means you and refers to the subject of a sentence, "ye members of the brotherhood of shoes," okay? you need this information to create better knight yaoi. i'm personally more interested in nun yuri but we are a community

good things will happen 🧿

things that are meant to be will fall into place 🧿