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Ultraman: Rising ━ Identity

ੈ✩‧₊˚ Just feeling sad and crying over the fact that this movie goes into identity and how I was able to understand Ken's character.

"Where's the Japanese version of this guy?"

I remember my sister asking me what this meant, and all I could do was let out a little sigh. I also remembered how Kenji got asked how he would adjust to "Japanese Baseball," with Ken responding with "Baseball is baseball, man." which could have a deeper meaning (I'll explain later) or the little montage when we see Kenji just being so tired and screwing up at Baseball and a fan yelling, "Go back to America." Or how the announcer commented on Kenji saying that "Japanese baseball was just too much for Ken." For/In Japan, he isn't Japanese, but American, all because he spent more than half his life in America, ignoring the fact that he was born (and raised until 6) in Japan.

However, in an interview with Ami, Ken mentioned how he was made fun of for how he looked, talked, and for what he ate. Signaling how he was racially discriminated in America, and all he could do was "give them something else to talk about," which was his success. They wouldn't talk about his looks, nor how he spoke, or what he ate or came from. Instead, they would talk about how great of a Baseball athlete he is, they wouldn't see him as Japanese or American, but as a Baseball Player; Ken Sato.

But not only does this film go into racial identity but also self-discovery/self-identity. Ken tries to balance his life out by trying to mix both his life as a Baseball player and Ultraman. And as we know, it doesn't go well in the beginning. Having built a persona around Ken Sato, the baseball player, and Ultraman (the one his father was) Ken is really struggling trying to find himself. We end up learning that Ken is a man who enjoys his career as a Baseball player, we also learn that, although successful, he had to try and reach that success like any other. We also learn that Kenji is still trapped in the past, a child with unsolved issues.

At the end of the film, Kenji is able to embrace his persona as Ultraman, adding it to his identity. Because at the end of the day, just like Ken said, "Baseball is baseball," and "ken is and will always just be ken."

The tragedy of hazbin hotel is that truly this show desperately wants 20 filler episodes per season that have a contained plot where the characters learn about morality that have like very little bearing on the overarching plot. Anyway death to Amazon

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loud noise warning

“You are responsible for the minors in your fandom!!!”

No, I’m fucking not. I’m not your parent. My past-times do not automatically sign me up to act in loco parentis. If you need someone else to monitor your own content consumption online, go get mommy and/or daddy to set up a content blocker on your computer.

I wasn't consented to ride this feels train damnit

camp swap thing

An idea I had about how Jason would have handled Thalia dying and her tree being poisoned if he’d been Greek. Enjoy!

Jason tucks his knees to his chest, fingers picking at the scab from where he cut his leg racing Annabeth. He scoots backwards, shifting his weight until the bark digs into his back. The press of the roots on either side of him is a gentle weight that let’s him breath. Camp is gone, somewhere on the other side of the hill that he can’t see or hear. Here it’s only him, his thoughts, and his sister.

“Luke said I did a good job today.” Jason’s muttered words break the silence of the hill. “He said I could be the best swordsman in camp soon. I just need to get a little bigger.” He glances at his arms, studying the faint white scars that stand out against the tanned skin. “I think you’d be proud of me. I don’t let Annabeth get into fights but I don’t let anyone be mean to her either.”

He waits, his words drifting off into the rustle of the wind through the branches. He holds his breath, listening for a creak or a groan or anything. He waits until his lungs burn as much as his eyes do before sucking in a shaky breath.

Jason stares at the dirt beneath his shoes, at the scattered needles and pinecones, at the empty hill stretched out before him.

“I miss you Thalia. I- I hate being in that cabin. I hate being alone. Please- I- I don’t want to go back there.” He blinks, pushing back on the pain that ripples up through his chest, bubbling into something that settles over his eyes and in his lungs.

The first soft, broken sob breaks from him and he clamps down on it. Luke’s voice echoes in his head, the voice that says that Thalia is gone, the voice that tells him it’s the god’s fault.

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@forever-valentine14 @jamelacam Pinoy Circe???? This is goated

looking at circe and wanting to

SO BADLYY

BASING AN ISLAND GIRLIE'S CLOTHES OFF OF CLOTHES FROM AN ARCHIPELAGO???

GUYSSSSS

plus fil clothing has a lot of sun imagery,, i could lean into the whole daughter of helios thing A LOT

MMMMMMMMNGGGGG

I DONT KNOW IF IT LOOKS GOOD OR NOTT

The reckoning has commenced

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Fish mango pie?? 😭😭

Also WHATTTT I'm so confused 😭

Happy day of Spoops everybody!

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