Fiona/22/any pronouns
A Prime Example Of A Dumbass.This is mainly random guff because I am lazy and put all of my shit in one place :/ though I do have an art blog (icon made by suicidetoro go check their blog out!)
we should all be thankful that the loki show didn’t come out during his original time as a tumblr sexyman because we would have had a very real contender for the next onceler on our hands
i want you all to sit down and think about “loki, but there’s canonically an infinite number of variations of him” dropping in 2014 and count your blessings
Pro-writing tip: if your story doesn’t need a number, don’t put a fucking number in it.
Nothing, I mean nothing, activates reader pedantry like a number.
I have seen it a thousand times in writing workshops. People just can’t resist nitpicking a number. For example, “This scifi story takes place 200 years in the future and they have faster than light travel because it’s plot convenient,” will immediately drag every armchair scientist out of the woodwork to say why there’s no way that technology would exist in only 200 years.
Dates, ages, math, spans of time, I don’t know what it is but the second a specific number shows up, your reader is thinking, and they’re thinking critically but it’s about whether that information is correct. They are now doing the math and have gone off drawing conclusions and getting distracted from your story or worse, putting it down entirely because umm, that sword could not have existed in that Medieval year, or this character couldn’t be this old because it means they were an infant when this other story event happened that they’re supposed to know about, or these two events now overlap in the timeline, or… etc etc etc.
Unless you are 1000% certain that a specific number is adding to your narrative, and you know rock-solid, backwards and forwards that the information attached to that number is correct and consistent throughout the entire story, do yourself a favor, and don’t bring that evil down upon your head.
I’d also add that details like numbers and even names ping in the readers’ mind as important. Your brain tries to remember them. But if you’re bogged down with tons of names and dates and numbers, nothing stands out as significant.
So if the messenger is never going to appear again they don’t need a name. If the exact number of jewels is not going to be important, find another way to express scale.
Loki stripping any and all trans elements from its presentation of a female Loki character, yet still finding ways to invoke transphobic media tropes– all while making visual allusions to Agent of Asgard, which is the most explicitly trans Loki text to date
vs
Wanda//Vision whitewashing the main cast and completely changing Wanda’s backstory so as to erase any references to Romani narratives, yet still finding a way to include antiromani media tropes– all while making visual allusions to Scarlet Witch (2016), the first book in years which actively explored Wanda’s Roma identity.
FIGHT
don’t forget the falcon and the winter soldier taking pains to revitalize the violence vs. non-violence debate and martyring a young, female, mixed-race refugee to make the point that the wishes of the state are good, actually, on the heels of a worldwide movement for agents of the state, the police, to stop murdering black people in the streets
“But where’s that light coming from” BITCH IT’S FANTASY WHO CARES
but also I don’t give a fuck if it’s fantasy or Gritty Reality. light your fuckin scenes properly because film is a visual medium and you’re meant to be telling me a story through visual information. I promise you I will not be as irritated by a slightly non-diagetic light source as by being Literally Squinting To Partially Make Out Some Of What’s Happening On Screen
get oil away from bread you fucking psychos!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
i don’t know what to say here. it’s like there’s a conspiracy to show me bad takes on good food this week. first it’s dry cracker pizzas are good and now it’s bread and oil is bad. if you don’t know what it is to lie around ripping bits off a piece of bread and dipping them in oil our human experiences are different enough that we couldn’t realistically live or work together. it’s a bigger barrier than language or culture, the inability to mutually acknowledge that oil and bread combined are greater than the sum of their parts. what do you even do? what events in your life happened to make you think this? do you drink so much soda that you are insensitive to the complex flavor of olive oil? is your image of this someone drizzling fucking bertolli or pompeian on a slice of wonder bread? what is your problem?