Pokemon headcanon: Obviously not every Cubone’s actual mother has died. It makes no sense from a species population standpoint and like, if you have a Marowak and breed a new Cubone the mother does not sacrifice herself so the child has the species-wide angsty backstory. But Cubone have a strong *social* memory, and the murder of the Marowak at Lavender Tower by Team Rocket (and her return as a ghost to continue protecting the Cubone of the place) has passed by word of mouth throughout Cubone populations in the various regions and become ingrained in their culture. The constant crying for their mother that the pokedex speaks of is actually a form of ritual lament for the legendary Mother (a la Greek festivals of Adonis, and possibly with something of a competitive nature). So if you asked a Cubone why they were crying (through the rare interpreter) they would reply, ‘Because Mother has died.’
I really like this gif because Stitch does that little squinty thing that animals do when they’re really happy and relaxed and you can tell that he’s having such a superb time playing that little ukulele
me: 0 interest in dr. strange
trailer: the ancient tibetan monk will be played by tilda swinton, white woman™
me: -500 interest in dr. strange, and also now a vague loathing
disney: hey look mark i know we spent four billion dollars buying your franchise and we can’t actually publicly challenge anything you say or fire you b/c, like, we can’t make star wars movies without luke skywalker, but can you please stop saying that luke skywalker is gay or at the very least stop using your twitter to serially publish your 62-part luke skywalker/wedge antilles coffeeshop au
i don’t think people understand that people can ‘love’ you and not actually love you
like my grandmother ‘loved’ me, but she also was always trying to change me. she tried to take me away from my (catholic bisexual) mother. she made me wear dresses when i was there. she always tried to get me to go to church and was always asking me if i was dating a boy yet
i spent years feeling guilty that i wasn’t what she wanted me to be until my mom told me one day “she never bothered to know the real you”
and it’s true. any time i tried to show her something about myself, even cook for her, it would be dismissed, and a replacement would be offered. even northern food was somehow a sin.
she loved me what she thought i should be, she never loved me.
bc people who love you, they love you for all the stuff that makes you you. they never consider that it makes you inconvenient.
“It was true: the other mother loved her. But she loved Coraline as a miser loves money, or a dragon loves its gold.“
Loving someone like a prized possession is a very different thing from loving someone like a person you care about.
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