summer break more like
With silver tongue, I weave the words,
Of death and deconstruction.
You a pilot?
No, not yet. But I wanna be one, more than anything.
#that fucking chin-lift on ‘what’s your simulator score’ #HEY GURL MY NAME’S RALEIGH WANNA HEAR A SECRET? MISS MORI I AM IN TO YOU. #YOU WANNA BE A PILOT #MAAAAN THAT IS COOL #YOU REBUILT MY GIANT ROBOT HEART PROXY AND YOU ALSO WANNA BE A PILOT #I BET YOU’RE REALLY GOOD AT IT #OH WOW 51 KILLS YOU *ARE* REALLY GOOD AT IT #WHAT ARE YOU DOING LATER? #WANNA BE MY CO-PILOT? #OR GET A COFFEE? #OR SEE A MOVIE? #FOR AS LONG AS WE BOTH SHALL LIVE?
His character development was actually one of my favorites even though he only had about 5 minutes of total screen time. For the longest time I thought he was an ass that didn’t really care about her or the baby, and then you see that it’s not true at all.
For the fans who’s time, effort, and passion for the show was ridiculed by Jeff Davis and the cast by reading their fanfics, mocking their hard work and love for the characters they portray, it’s time we say enough.
For the fan who asked the cast the innocent question…
Do you know what fandom has done for me?
Fandom made me feel normal. Fandom taught me about myself, taught me sexuality and gender and taught me that I don’t have to listen to people when they tell me I’m too harsh on men or that my expectations are too high. It gave me people to talk to when I felt alone and it gave me a voice when I thought I didn’t have one.
But more than anything, fandom has given me fanfiction.
I’ve been writing fic since I was twelve. I wasn’t any good in the beginning - none of us are - but fanfiction and the constant feedback helped me to realize the pitfalls of my writing, the tactics I fell back on again and again.
Fanfiction taught me how to develop a world. It taught me how to develop characters as individuals, it taught me about character flaws and character strengths, and about motive and emotion and so many other things.
Fanfiction has given me a expansive vocabulary that surprises most people.
Fanfiction has allowed me to explore sexuality and gender and kinks to my heart’s desire and all without ever having to face the judgmental looks of the real world. Because I am a female and a female shouldn’t have these thoughts or urges, a “proper female” should not know about the things I know about.
You know what else fandom and fanfiction has done? It told me otherwise. It told me that I was beautiful and perfect just the way I am. I don’t need to change and I don’t need to be ashamed and anyone who makes me feel like that is an asshole.
You might not think I’m a good writer and that’s okay. On my worst days, I’d agree with you. But in my bones, I know I was born to do this one thing. I was born to write and fanfiction continues to help me develop this skill into something I can hopefully call my career one day.
Fandom is the breeding ground for the next generation of authors and screenwriters and fanfiction is the tool we use to get better.
So don’t you dare mock fandom and don’t you dare mock fanfiction because it is so much more important than your shitty television show will ever be.
this movie is so fucking creepy jesus fuck
It’s by Tim Burton, what did you honestly expect?
Actually, it’s Henry Selick, who was the director of The Nightmare Before Christmas. The book was written by Neil Gaiman, though, and is far…far….worse.
Sorry, I’m about to geek the hell out.
The movie is captivating, but the book is twenty kinds of terrifying, even now, ten years after I first read it. As disturbing as the movie may have been to some, the things Selick added really serve to cushion just how horrific the story really is.
First of all, the character of Wybie does not exist in the book. Coraline is facing all of this nearly alone, with her only help coming from the sly comments of the cat, a warning from the circus mice, and the stone given to her by her neighbor, presented with no comment but that it “makes the unseen seen.”
Second, the Other Parents are never quite as warm (and, dare I say, normal) as they are in the gifs above. They’re described as having paper-white skin and the Other Mother’s hair is said to move on its own, and her long, red, claw-like nails don’t ease any uncertainty that she is absolutely, positively up to no good. The first time Coraline meets them, they (and the rest of the Others) seem to be playing roles (for whatever reason, Coraline does not seem to pick up on this), like they all know what to say and what to do and are simply waiting for Coraline to make her move in their terrifying play world. This is shown to be partly true when the Other Parents tell her they know she’ll be back soon after she refuses the buttons - this time, to stay.
Third, the Other Mother commits atrocities that really should not have been in a book for anyone not fully grown up. She physically deforms the world around Coraline to slow her progress in their game beyond any mild traps the movie portrays, and, instead of turning the Other Father into the wandering pumpkin-thing seen in the film, she simply ceases to use him and throws his body away in the cellar, leaving him to rot with whatever bit of sentience he has left. She begins to lose her touch, as Coraline gains the upper hand. Her world doesn’t just become a nightmare - it falls apart completely. No creepy but oddly cool bug furniture here, just the house that now appears to be a child’s drawing. Whatever the Other Mother is (a beldame, but something tells me she’s much more ancient and powerful than that), she does not give half a hump about what she has to do to ensnare Coraline. Destroy the supporting characters of her twisted creation? Done. Allow herself to be dismembered to ruin Coraline’s life in the normal world? Not even gonna bat an eyelash.
On a final, personal note, imagine eight year-old me, ignored by my parents, absorbed in the story and identifying with Coraline from the start. Imagine me finishing this bloodcurdling book and immediately thinking of my basement, where there is still a locked door that my grandmother swears up and down is nothing more than a storage room, but has not once in my (or my mother’s) lifetime unlocked.
Can you see why this book still scares me?
"It was a story, I learned when people began to read it, that children experienced as an adventure, but which gave adults nightmares. It’s the strangest book I’ve written"
-Neil Gaiman on Coraline