Glory To {Insert Name Here}!

HOWEVER: You can pluck Fahrenheit from my cold dead hands. It is inherently superior to celsius and I will not accept criticism of this.

It's good. It's really fucking good.

For context: I love prehistoric life. You get me on the subject of prehistoric life and I'll yap your ear off for hours. I wanted to be a paleontologist growing up

But one of my biggest pet peeves with paleo media is when prehistoric creatures are just shown as being big monsters like Godzilla instead of being actual animals. It's why I struggle to really enjoy film series like Jurassic Park (beyond the first film; which is just good on its own merits)

The Dinosaurs really manages to avoid this. While predation is commonly shown, it's never really feels like a slasher movie where the monster just easily gores its prey. It also does a really great job at telling an overarching narrative about the dinosaurs, their adaptations, their rise and fall, and the changes in the environment that caused them.

The cinematography, too! God the cinematography is so fucking good! Every shot is incredible, and some shots even manage to stand out there. (My favorite is the overhead shot of the mamenchisaurus getting up, with its neck rising higher and higher and higher.)

It also has quite good music, although not on the same level as the Walking With series (although the same could be said for the entire series overall, save for being more scientifically accurate (though that's mostly due to WW's age).)

Originally, I didn't really see much into it. I headcanoned it, but more in the "this would be a pretty fun thing to explore in fanfic."

I joked about it in episode 5 with the maid outfit, but I wasn't *really* sure about it.

I joked about it in episode 6 with the Chicken Fetus in an egg line.

It was episode 8 that actually made me think about it. Two things about it, to be specific:

First was Caine's torture of Jax. The very specific way she covered herself up after the mask was literally peeled away read as being very feminine. Specifically, the way women tended to cover themselves when their bodies were exposed in media.

The second thing was TBskyen's analysis of that episode. I saw it, then I went back and watched the whole series again and I was like... oh. Oh no. Oh my sweet baby girl.

So, when the finale came out, I was fully ready to read into it with this new lens and...

I wasn't disappointed. But more than that, I felt seen

Jax, to me, reminds me of the kind of person I used to be, before I transitioned. This... Miserable, cynical, spiteful little shit. Why didn't I get to be a girl? Why did they get there without even trying? Don't they know how lucky they have it? To be able to wear dresses and be pretty. I didn't express it the same way Jax did, I was quieter. I didn't mask it nearly as well as she did. I was a piece of shit.

I want to hate Jax. I want to hate that person.

But I can't.

Because both of them were suffocating under the crushing weight of unwanted masculinity. Like a thousand pebbles piled onto your back, while more kept piling on.

Sure, leaning into the pebbles could shake them off, but the pebbles never stop coming down, and eventually you'll run out of room for them to fall down, and you'll have nowhere to go.

The only way to stop the weight is to stop the pebbles falling on you. I learned that lesson before it was too late.

I look at Jax, and I see what would have happened if I hadn't, or if I wasn't able to

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