me, watching a man named Oden (like the food) make his catchphrase about oden 🍢 (the food) "Oden wouldn't be oden if it wasn't boiled!" And when he's captured by his corrupt government they put him in a pot of boiling oil and the last thing Oden (the man) says before he dies is, "Oden wouldn't be oden..." and then he's shot in the head:
I love that writing feeling where a story starts going in a very different direction than the one you initially intended, but somehow this new direction actually achieves your desired goals way better than the original plan would have done.
I really think everyone needs to truly internalize this:
Fictional characters are objects.
They are not people. You cannot "objectify" them, because they have no personhood to be deprived of. They have no humanity to be erased. You cannot "disrespect" them, because they are not real.
An equal and opposite truth:
The actors, directors, writers, etc that create this characters are people.
They are real. They exist independent of the characters and your opinions. You have no right to them, their opinions, or their relationships. They have no responsibility to you. You cannot force them to follow your fantasy.
THIS is a good addition.
Animetwt: a collection
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BSD fashion au
They had cooped themselves up in Chuuya's living room, trading ideas, looking at magazines Mori had given them, looking for different styles they could try, bickering over dresses, suits, or whatever else caught the other's attention just for the sake of annoying each other.
Time stretched on until morning, the living room having been turned into a battle field with papers, pens, and magazines scattered everywhere.
They seemed to have calmed down halfway through, sitting together in front of the couch.
Doodling rather than actually trying to get a design down on paper while drinking their coffee
(That dazai made Chuuya get, complaining about how bad a host he was being.)
Arguing without any actual heat behind their words
Just in their own little world, behaving like the teenagers they were.
kiss
