The thing with telling “cliche” stories, but with representation, is… these stories aren’t cliche for us.
Picture this. The people at the table next to you have been getting chocolate cake as a dessert for YEARS. After every meal, they get a chocolate cake. Now, it’s been years, and the people at that table can barely stand chocolate anymore. They want maybe a cheesecake. Or lemon mousse.
But your table? Has NEVER had chocolate cake. Mousse is also good, but you are SO hungry for that chocolate cake, cause you never had it before, and it’s brand new for you, and you’ve been watching the other table eat it for YEARS.
That’s what’s like getting a “cliche” story that’s representative. Has it been done a million times before? Yes. Has it ever been done for US? Well… no. Maybe it’s the 500th chocolate cake in existence, but all the other chocolate cakes weren’t meant for us (girls/PoC/queer folk/disabled folk/etc)
So it being cliche is not a bad thing. You may not want chocolate cake anymore. But we want our slice too.
Venom’s talk about being considered a loser on his planet, his quick fondness for Eddie, his pleasant surprise when Eddie first called them “we,” and his sudden switching of sides all lead me to conclude that like in the comics, movie!Venom is a big romantic sap that wanted a fairytale symbiosis with a perfect host and all the other reind- Klyntar can’t even deal with his nonsense.
No wonder Riot was so keen on finding him and getting him back on Plan Let’s Get Ready to Invade These Assholes. It’d been six months since he’d seen Venom, and he just knows that without supervision that fucking jackass has gone and fallen in love with the first son of a bitch that didn’t die on him and talked to him halfway decently and now he’s not gonna want to conquer the planet.
And sure enough, he’s not even surprised when Venom turns up all traitorous and married. He gives him one, fleeting chance to get in the fucking rocket, you lunatic, and then he’s just gonna fucking eat him. He’s tired of this, Venom. Absolutely done with this shit.
can you imagine how freaky shark mermaids would be like unlike sharks, shark mermaids would have actual arms/hands and could rely on touching things with their hands to see if they’re prey rather than having to bite like sharks do. like youre just swimming in the ocean and suddenly you feel a strong grip on your leg, you freak the FUCK out because uh what????? the fuck??? youre swimming alone in the ocean??
a head pops out of the water, dorsal fin pointed from its back and it just points at you and says in a low whisper: “i thought you were a seal. please dont swim alone like this, im sorry i scared you i just wanted to see what you are” and then disappears back into the depth. what the fuck.
Commissioner Gordon: If I shine this light into the sky, a man dressed like Dracula shows up.
Internal Affairs Investigator: I’m not sure how that’s a good use of tax doll-
Commissioner Gordon: He brings us lots of inadmissible evidence.
Are you fucking kidding me? You know how this would actually go?
Commissioner Gordon: *slaps roof* You know how much overtime I don’t have to pay on account of this bad boy?
Internal Affairs Investigator: Yeah, but still–
Commissioner Gordon: I just turn it on, and instead of paying a whole precinct time-and-a-half to never see their families, a guy dressed as a bat punches whoever we’re looking for a bunch of times and dumps them in the parking lot.
Internal Affairs Investigator:
That’s not–
Commissioner Gordon:
Sometimes I fire it up just to see who we get. It’s like having a cat that brings you guys with twenty warrants out for their arrest instead of dead birds.
Internal Affairs Investigator:
Okay, but you can’t tell people that. Like, we can’t say it out loud.
Commissioner Gordon:
So I shouldn’t have told the FBI they could borrow it if they ever feel like clearing their most-wanted list?
My mother suffers from migraines that are often triggered by scent. This can range anywhere from cleaning products, scented garbage bags, cologne/perfume and so on. As such, she’s had to ask for accommodations in the facility she works. This has included wearing surgical masks, industrial respirators, and having a perfume/cologne free work environment.
Here’s the thing, since receiving the accommodations, my mother has gone to the hospital more than six times for perfume exposure. Why? Because her co-workers deliberately wear excess amounts of perfume or cologne to trigger her migraines because they believe their right to wear perfume outweighs her right to live. This is not an exaggeration, my mother’s doctors have repeatedly stated that any one of these incidents could actually kill her.
Oh, and let me be clear, these are deliberate incidents. These are documented grievances with witnesses. Witnesses who saw co-workers put on perfume before interacting with my mother or workers deliberately crossing in my mother’s work area despite not even working in the area. Workers who have admitted to exposing her on purpose. Even worse, some of those who’ve exposed her are supervisors.
People don’t believe my mother when she says her migraines are triggered by scent. Because they can’t see it, they don’t think it can possibly be that bad. It has taken her literally being hauled off in ambulance for some people to understand the severity of her condition.
Illnesses or disabilities, whether visible or not, are not jokes. Don’t play with someone else’s health or well being. It’s fucked up.
When I was in training for my current job, there was a girl in my class who was ALWAYS putting on body sprays and scented lotions, despite the fact that there’s a rule against that on the site. Whatever, it wasn’t enough to bother me.
Until one day it was, and I had an asthma attack in the morning (thank the lord for people willing to share their inhaler with a broke kid with no scrip) and felt a second one coming in later and had to leave early despite some pretty strict attendance rules. (In fairness my trainer basically just didn’t report it so I didn’t get penalized for it for which I am eternally grateful.)
She was spoken to privately and the whole class was reminded about the rule and for 2 days she didn’t wear any. Day 3, she’s back at it again. So hey, I thought, maybe she just doesn’t get there are ACTUAL health issues happening. So on a break, after she’d started chatting with me and a couple other people, I asked: “hey, I’m not trying to be a pain but could you maybe not wear your body spray and scented lotion while we’re in the training room? It’s just a really enclosed space and I actually had an asthma attack the other day because the scents were triggering it.”
She rolled her eyes as if I’d asked for her to sit on the fucking moon or something. “Well I only put body spray on before I leave the house” not true “and my hands get dry so I have to use lotion.”
“Okay,” I said. “But like… maybe just not for the rest of the week? And then we’ll be out of training.”
“…but my hands will get dry.”
And then I might’ve given her a disgusted look and said “they make unscented lotion” and walked away.
But yeah. DONT BE THAT PERSON. I had a LITERAL GODDAMN ASTHMA ATTACK and her response was basically “who cares?”
Don’t be that person.
So I don’t exactly have asthma attacks or migraines, but scents trigger a really scratchy throat and (if they’re powerful enough scents) dizziness. I didn’t used to have this sensitivity, it’s only been in the last year or so that it’s happened. Well, two Christmases ago, I was working in a warehouse where several doors were open to the outdoors. You’d think I wouldn’t be having issues with perfumes/scented lotions here.
You would be dead wrong.
I was working on a line with a lady who smelled like she’d BATHED in the entire inventory of a Bath and Body Works shop. At first, I was okay. We were near an open door, I was able to move away from her, I was fine.
Until I started to get dizzy.
Halfway through my four hour shift, I almost passed out from how dizzy I felt. I hadn’t quite clued in to the scent or the source until that moment, I’d just kinda been aware of the vague itching sensation in my throat.
I went to find a supervisor and request to be moved to a different line so I wouldn’t pass out on the job. The look they gave me was so skeptical I wanted to scream. I told the supervisor point blank that I wasn’t going to be able to finish my shift if I stayed on that line, because I’d be dragged to the medical booth unconscious. I also complained about people wearing perfume and stated that it was a danger because other people might have allergies or, worse, asthma or other conditions. It was only after I mentioned this that the supervisor moved me to another line.
To this day, I still haven’t had any tests done to see why I have this sensitivity or if there’s specific smells that do it (lol no insurance). I don’t even know if it’s an allergy or something else. What I DO know is that it sucks when people aren’t considerate of your needs.
if they have to have to say “i love you” to show me they care about each other, or if they have to kiss to show me they are attracted to each other, or if they have to have sex to show me they’re intimate with each other, you aren’t writing romance right
ok so there’s a game me and my friends play called “don’t get me started” and basically someone gives another person a random topic and they have to go on an angry rant about it and it’s the best thing that’s ever happened to us at parties and car rides so I highly recommend playing sometimes with your friends
I love this idea. We used to do things like this in Improv.
Related game: “THINK ABOUT IT.” You’re given a random topic, and your job is to build it into an epic conspiracy theory, the crazier the better. You end your rant with a serious face and the command that your listeners “Think about it.”
Another related game: Illuninati. Similar to Think About It except you are given 2 completely different topics and you have to connect them to each other in a wild conspiracy rant
Beast did not kill Gaston. Beast showed mercy to the man who attacked him unprovoked like a coward.
NOT because Belle arrives and yells “No! Not like this!” or something like that. And it would have been SOOOO easy to put that in the movie because it is expected. But no, Beast decides not to kill him simply because he does not want to. Because it doesn’t feel right. Because he is NOT an animal.
Beast looks at Gaston with hate, consider the option of killing him, something most would really blame him for all things considered…
… And realizes that it is not that kind of person he is.
And THEN Belle arrives. And Beast can look her in the eyes without any shame. He did the right thing simply because it was the right thing to do, not for her which would have made him partly selfish.
Beast did not do the right thing because he was asked to do it, he made the choice by himself. Belle changed Beast for the better, but it matters not if she has to hold his hand and remind him to do right, making his “goodness” hollow.
my fav thing in wildlife research is the concept of animals being “trap happy” meaning the same animal goes into a trap on purpose again and again after it’s caught the first time bc it was like “hey…..there was food in there and Zero (0) predators and then they just let me go in the morning…….”
on one hand it fucks up our data but on the other hand……..I Get It you Funky Little Rodents
if it were pouring rain on my walk home from work at night and I found a big metal box full of pizza and a bed where no one else could bother me and the only condition is that in the cold light of day I’d have to face a bunch of scientists weighing me and then letting me go on the sidewalk I’d probably end up in there a lot.
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