Tiktok marvel fans really will be out here like "movie fan SHOCKED because i'd rather watch superhero movie #54 in blue and not a sensual 1987 french horror film about a man discovering his wife may not exist set in what is gradually revealed to be a space station" as if you're supposed to agree that superhero movie #54 is the clear winner in this comparison

Love the idea of a story about a complex issue that's told from the perspective of something that cannot comprehend or care about the issue. The way the story would be sliced up and moments that a human would consider pointless would be focused on because the pigeon happened to be there would be hype as fuck

Ok FINE I made the movie poster of it

Mališa, otherwise known as Little One, is a pet pigeon owned by a conservative butler of the Austro-Hungarian aristocracy. She is loved, and she is pampered— until her owner is murdered in cold blood, and she is left to fend for herself in Sarajevo.

In the wilds of the city, she feeds from the poor, working nationalist radicals, and the vieux riches alike.

To Mališa, there are no ethical concerns. No politics. No burgeoning nationalism.

There are only hands that feed her, and hands that do not.

This is compelling. Consider me fucking compelled.

Final shot is the bird hearing, but not seeing, the sound of a .32 ACP pistol, and flying away in shock

"From the studio that brought you Goncharov...."

My God guys we can't do this again

Architecture, costume design, models of re-created historical buildings, creative camera angles…. depending on when the movie was made imagine the cultural impact it had on other film projects.

birds eye view shots get a bit more literal.

Haha, no, shut up your crotch goblins or get off the plane.

I am child free. I do not have children. Grow the fuck up, get the fuck over yourself. The world is bigger than you. You are not the main character. I'd rather deal with a million kids than one grown asshole who acts like this on purpose.

A fun way to do this with crying children is this:

Either consider that it is a deeply sincere way of expressing themselves, or remind yourself that, while you are uncomfortable, so is the crying child, that is why they are crying.

Either way, your mood will improve instantly.

"Uncle, make sure you get that glowy light in the picture and send it to my dad to let him know I'm about to capture the Avatar!"

This was so cute I had to draw it

and of course Iroh is doing what-

!!!!!!

Iroh posts it on social media with some caption like "look at my beautiful nephew" and Zhao comments like "is that the Avatar in the background?"

And Iroh responds, "no, it's the northern lights."

This is insanely funny to me and now:

They… they’re on the south pole.

Iroh would do that.

Is this that the Lady of Shalot from the poem?

correct opinion on mackerel.

I so badly want to ask this question at a party or something where I can set parameters and ask follow up questions gfdgsd people saying "I just can't see myself doing it" I genuinely want to know why. There are no material consequences, there could be temporary benefits, so what would hold you back?

Official Time Loop Post

It is really very simple: I’m already stuck in a timeloop of sorts, and have been for years.

Primary school. Every day, the same routine, the same people, the same tasks, the same failures, with only the weekend as a small reprieve, with some holidays and weather changes for variation.

Middle school, higher education, work. Different background, same idea.

What is the difference between being stuck in a timeloop and living life within these structures?

Not a lot, really. I already can do things that are unusual. I could shave my hair. I could learn mayan glyphs. I could call in sick and lay in bed once in a while. I could paint the walls. I could dig up my garden. I could borrow a car and drive for hours. I could paint my dog. Do any of these things have consequences beyond how much I care about them? Not really.

At the end of the day, at the end of thousands of repetitions of effectively the same day, I would still be me. Slightly changed, but not enough that I wouldn’t still essentially be myself.

And then there remains this: I don’t particularly like murder, and I don’t see the point of it. I don’t hate anyone enough to commit it. There is nothing in it for me, not even variation. I already know how to cut meat from cooking. I already know the feel death from loved ones.

I’m already in a timeloop, and murder just seems too boring to bother with.

Here's the thing: even as a child who DID see through the bullshit very young, I still had to play the game. That's part of what was traumatizing. I had to play a constant game of make believe to placate the adults around me. I was a child responsible for the emotions of adults, because if I didn't play pretend well enough, they all got mad. Because I knew it was pretend, but they refused to believe it was anything other than stone cold fact, and denying that fact made you a horrible, stupid, evil person. It was the greatest show of immorality (which yes, I also thought was bullshit, but I was nine and being shamed for who I was).

When you're wholly reliant on someone to meet your basic needs, you're forced to play their twisted game or put yourself at risk. If I made us miss church, most of the day I felt like I was a terrible child because it would be made clear that my mom was mad at me for making us miss church - a place I hated being with every fiber of my being. So I had to decide: was it better to feel unsafe for 2-3hrs in church, or feel unsafe for 2-3hrs at home because mom was mad that we missed church and didn't want to listen to me talk about anything?

It was a no-win situation that I, a nine year old, had to navigate, because the adults in my life cared more about their make believe story than my safety and well being.

So no, even as a kid who knows it's all a pile of shit, you don't kick up and point out the bullshit - because it's not safe. Maybe you won't get beat, maybe you'll still have dinner that night (or maybe not - some parents ARE that abusive), but you'll still face the emotional abuse of being shamed and disliked simply for not playing make-believe with the adults. They'll make you feel like you're a fundamentally bad person for not wholly and completely committing to their made up story the same way they did.

And that is a scary, painful thing to realize when you're nine.

Tbh, thats a scary, painful thing when you're an adult too, cause yeah, you might have the option to leave or openly declare your disbelief, but at what cost?

You stand to lose your entire family and in many cases your entire community, to be shamed by them, to be ridiculed by them, you'll turn into the very thing they fear most and chance are you won't have anyone else in those moments. Its very insular and talking to outsiders is only encouraged if it's for the purpose of bringing them to Jesus, so even as an adult you often have no one to turn to and nowhere to go. It's an impossible situation to be in even for adults, a child is even more trapped and even more at risk. And even as a child you know that. It's not said in so many words, but the consequences of losing your faith and having someone find out is taught from very early on.

As a child it's not just you who has to face them, it's your siblings and parents too, it's your entire family, cause as a child your having faith is seen as your parent's responsibility, and they let you know that, if you fuck up, if you for one second look like you don't want to play their game your parents tell you "how do you think this makes me look?" It very quickly stops being concern for your soul and starts being "if you don't decide to stop making this family look bad you won't have one anymore"

And you know this happens, and that your family will do it too, cause you've seen it happened, you've seen another kid's family sitting in the very back of the curch and not staying for tea, you hear what the adults whisper about them, and you realize you have a choice, either play the game and play it well, or be the monster that puts your own family in that situation, and that's not much of a choice

I went through a phase after deconverting where I dwelt heavily on the question of: could I have gotten out sooner? And how would I have done it? The answer I kept coming up with is probably not, because my world was so insular, because I was financially dependent on family that never would've approved, because I had been indoctrinated since I was a child and had to fight through so many levels of shame and guilt and fear to even feel like my unanswerable questions deserved good answers.

If I had tried to embrace being gay as a child, I wouldve been bullied both by my peers and by my family. If I didn't play along, if I didn't repent and hate my queerness, I probably would've been sent to a conversion camp or some sort of conversion experience and have a whole other array of traumas to deal with. I didn't start really seeing through the bullshit until I was in my mid 20s, but even if I had believed earlier that Christianity was false, I wouldn't have had any other option other than to keep acting like it was true.

So I have to forgive myself for the years I wasted serving a false god.

…. could anyone specify? specifically what flavor/brand/subtype of christianity?

I mean, it seems a bit one of the cultier ones, and pretty specific too, I don’t know a single one where you get baptized as an eight year old instead of just after birth or as an “I’m an adult now and I choose this” kind of thing.

But seriously, when I came out as atheist the only thing was “knowing you, you put a lot of thought into this, and also, as long as you still live under our roof, you will still come to church on sunday (which is like, an hour long, and sometimes I straight up napped during the sermon? I’m guessing that’s very different for the people above) (the preacher was an absolute sweetheart too, I’ve had some lovely discussions)

and of course a dash of "I hope you find your way back to god/I trust Jezus will bring you back one day” sort of thing, but seriously.

wtf?