TwiLyghtSansSparkles

Mine aren't the only ones who launch into a moralizing lecture about something they see on the news? That's almost comforting, in a really weird way....

Until the execs decided they hated those storyboards and gave Pixar full creative control. I think they made the right choice.

I feel your pain. I've only just recently begun to realize how judgmental my parents are--they'll mock people for a bad haircut behind their backs, or turn a relative's poor choice into an object lesson at the dinner table. Everything they don't like or disagree with is fodder for their criticism, which can be pretty scathing. And if one of their kids does something that makes them look bad, Heaven help them. Just stay strong, stick to your guns, and try not to listen to them if/when they talk about other people in a judgmental way. (My parents do this, and I've fallen in love with my headphones all over again.) Realizing your parents aren't perfect and even have an ugly side sucks.

Yeeeaaahhhhh, they'd probably go mute with terror if they read parts of this RP (notably the hunt, the atrocity contest, and anything Nighthound.) Oh, and don't even get me started on the fury Lightwards' "perversion of the Resurrection" would cause. Never mind that these Epics perverting powers that might otherwise do some good is kind of the entire point.

I'm sorry. And MLP isn't only harmless, in my opinion, but beneficial. It got me through all the stress and panic of college, and the person who introduced me to the show was a guy who sided with Luna on the whole banished- to-the-moon thing. (This was before I realized all the red light in that flashback probably meant Luna was an Epic. ) Don't listen to them. They don't know what they're missing out on.

...and the fact she basically nuked Charn to oblivion before deceiving her way into Narnia. There's even a strong note of evil things being used for good in that book, since it's Uncle Andrew's magic rings that kill guinea pigs and bring Jadis into Narnia...but also send Digory and Polly there and allow him to find the apple that heals his mother.

And he uses magic to resurrect. He uses magic to create Narnia. Heck, there's even a scene in The Magician's Nephew where he tells a young boy named Digory to take an apple from the same garden the White Witch just ate from. The apple the Witch eats grants her cursed immortality, but the one Digory picks protects Narnia for centuries. It's all about how they're used and the motives for using them, yet Harry and Voldemort both use magic and it's construed as moral relativism while the apple thing is construed as intent changing an outcome.

From what I've gathered, their main defense is that Narnia called its villain a witch and was pretty much unequivocal about the notion that witches are bad. Harry Potter, on the other hand, calls heroes and villains alike witches and wizards, which equates to moral relativism in their eyes. Yet they ignore the Deep Magic in Narnia, and the fact that Aslan is resurrected through this Magic, and that magic is pretty much the basis for Narnia as a world. Their argument is basically nothing more than semantics--"Ooooohhhhh, Rowling called her magic witchcraft and the KJV uses that word in a negative context!" Very few HP critics have actually read the books.

One source lamented the fact that he read one chapter in GoF and "was exposed to four murders." All the while I'm thinking about Dumbledore's explanation that "murder splits the soul in two" and going "Yes, and...?"

What adjective would she use, then? "Stealth admirer" seems accurate to me.

On a different note, I've been trying to find that site Autumn references, which is real, to determine whether or not it was serious or written by a troll. Instead, I found a site claiming the Potter books are evil because "Potter" is the name of a Babylonian creator deity.

"Baby wolverines are cute, but that doesn't mean they won't maul your face!" --Autumn to stalker!Shiny

The sparkles don't make the stalking any less terrifying. Or sticks Elsa in a room with Reader so he can explain what's going on.

I once had a dream that I stood in line at the grocery store--a crappy Safeway I remember from my childhood in small-town Wyoming. A radio played beside the cash register. An elderly woman spoke over the airwaves, misinterpreting End Times prophecy after End Times prophecy. I corrected her in my mind as the line inched forward, though admittedly most of those corrections were nothing more than We have no idea what that means, lady, and saying you know for sure the End Times started yesterday because you saw a minivan driven by a man in sunglasses is a bit presumptuous. When my turn came, the woman's voice suddenly deepened. "And I know all of this, dearies," she concluded, "BECAUSE I AM SECRETLY OBLITERATION!" "I knew it!" I cried as Granny Obliteration set fire to the studio. I paid for the whole frozen roast with yams I had selected, and left without incident.

The mention of bad science in movies compels me to post this! Now that I have that out of my system…. I freely admit to being one of the fans sucked in by NuWho, with very little knowledge of Classic Doctors. I've watched a few episodes with Two and Four, and I've read about the basic personalities of the other Doctors, and all the tropes they exhibited and/or pioneered, but I didn't even know Who existed until about three years ago, at which point I wondered why it had taken me that long to discover it.

Every time I think Hollywood has finally learned how to respect the source material and write a decent screenplay….I learn about something like this. And I've heard its awful from many different sources, but every time I hear it again, I learn something new about how badly Hollywood can screw up a great concept. I've made up my mind to avoid the movie, but I still want to see more of McGann. I haven't seen much, but I can definitely say I want to see more.

Autumn's apartment was only a short walk from the command station, but Shiny Sparkle could teleport anywhere. She told herself the Epic had no way of knowing where she lived or when she'd return there. She reminded herself that, for all Shiny knew, she'd be back at the command station, not snagging an armed escort before making her way home. But logic could only go so far, and after the day she'd had, logical arguments were about as convincing as that pre-Calamity web page claiming Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone was written in the glorious name of Satan because Harry's eyes were green. Autumn wished she had a printout of that page. She could've used a good laugh. Once inside, she locked all four of her locks, then placed a chair beneath the knob. It wouldn't keep out a teleporter, but anyone else would have trouble. Not a teleporter enraged over Vondra's "talk…." She doesn't know where you live, and Vondra won't let her find out. Unless she teleported into every house and apartment in the city, vanishing in a cloud of sparkles before the bullets could strike…. Stop that! With a long sigh, Autumn took her hand off the chair and let it fall to her radio. Shiny had no idea where she was. No idea at all. On the off chance she did find her apartment, Autumn had the City Guard at her disposal. Her civilian neighbors would jump to help, armed as they were, even if it was only to protect her TV. Letting the neighbors gather in her living room to watch old movies was not a favor those neighbors took for granted. Autumn didn't bother with most of the lights. Power shortages were rare now, but that didn’t keep Arsenal from loudly complaining about late-night usage sucking up all the energy, and did they want to have a shortage in the dead of winter? She made her way to the hall light mostly by memory, then left it on as she undid her ponytail and ran a brush through her hair. Flying pigs. Mutant pandas. The return of an Epic cultist. Reader with a broken nose. Enough security breaches to render Arsenal permanently catatonic—or send him on a rampage. And Autumn couldn’t stop worrying about Shiny Sparkle. She won’t come after you; Vondra will make sure of it, she told herself firmly, running a small bit of water into the sink and splashing some on her face. You screwed up, but he’ll still make sure you’re safe. By sticking you with another Epic. It wasn’t ideal. In a perfect world, all Epics would have dirt or flowers or sunshine as their weaknesses, with no powers enabling them to avoid those things. There would be no such power as resurrection, or healing, or Deathwish’s damage reflection. No pesky teleportation to take a sparkly flirt where she shouldn’t go. In that world, Epics would always be outmatched, outgunned, overwhelmed by numbers alone. There would be no need for a bodyguard, because— No. In a truly perfect world, that mysterious force overpowering Epics’ better judgment would be absent. Good old-fashioned empathy would take its place. Maybe the odd Epic would launch a bid for power, but like in the old movies her guests never watched, they would lose to the heroes. In a perfect world, Autumn's job would not exist. Autumn drained the sink. Still, Vapor Snake was by far the best option. The man who poured out his struggles to her as often as he could, who had volunteered the key to his defeat should he ever lose control. And now that he had…. She dried her face and went to the bedroom, where she changed into a pair of sweatpants and an old T-shirt. Now that he had lost control—now that his worst nightmare had come true…. She wasn’t sure what to expect, now that his loss of control was a reality. Would he spring on her the moment his guards released him? Would he sit sullenly, the way Scribbler did when in the throes of her darker moods, volunteering nothing? Or would Vondra agree to let him out? Train her with his squad, spend as much time with her as Vondra deemed necessary for her safety? Autumn wasn’t sure which prospect unnerved her more. Turning down the sheets, she suddenly felt exhausted. Ready to drop any second. She was asleep in minutes.

The one Doctor I want to see more of is Eight. I haven't found the movie everyone tells me to avoid, and I know McGann starred in some well-recieved radio dramas, but I've been feeling poor and haven't wanted to pay for them. But his performance in "Night of the Doctor" left me wanting more. Seriously, that is one of the most compelling five-minute shorts I've ever watched, and I would gladly watch a hundred episodes with him.

Kobold, there's only one thing to do. We must ponify Comatose, find a flamingo hat vector image, and use the SSCS6000 to place the amazing piece of headgear on his head. (We really need a "determined" smiley.)

Headcanon accepted. Duly noted. I'll stay away from double posting.

Nah. He was a professor. Now, if a college student happened to become an Epic right when they'd gone to the Bursar's office to complain about the Payment Processing Fee they had to pay on top of their Graduate Candidacy Fee...

Yes. Although it took place at my alma mater, so I would've liked an Epic to Rend right through the Bursar's office.

Two ways, then. Yesssss. And then there was another one where the girls wore little multicolored dresses and flapped their arms like tropical birds....

Until you said that, I thought there was no way that dance could have been any weirder. Especially when they're dancing adorably out of sync in glittery 1920s-style costumes.