#dear thor

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And then. Then I see people marvel in shocked wonder about how [x] show is raising the bar that, “Whoa, animation CAN have complex storylines and emotions!” Like... of course it can. This shouldn’t need to be proved. This shouldn’t be an epiphany. This shouldn’t be a novel concept. There are lots of different mediums to tell stories, but changing mediums doesn’t automatically throw the concepts of how to write narratives out the window. Complexity in narrative can occur anywhere. Same thing with like... visual arts. I can draw something with a lot of skill, talent, and artistry with pastels... or I can paint with acrylics... but the notions of art and skill and talent and complexity don’t just magically vanish when I switch from pastels to acrylics. Of fucking damned COURSE you can have animation that’s complex. Like what the hell. Animating something doesn’t automatically turn off show writers’ brain cells when they’re coming up with story. Why are you surprised at this concept.

But because we’ve gotten SO INGRAINED into the idea that animation = childish, we limit ourselves in a ridiculous area that shouldn’t need conquering. I’m ALL for more complex, emotional, powerful, meaningful narratives in animation. Animation is my jam. I adore it. I want it to be utilized to full effect as a medium. This is just such a fucking ridiculous thing to overcome that we never should have had to overcome. Because we got this fucking ridiculous idea that animation CAN’T be complex simply because it’s ANIMATION. And that’s so bizarre and ridiculous to me. And we’ve already proven it can be a great storytelling medium... both in this culture and elsewhere... but lots of people just don’t grasp the fact because it’s ANIMATION. Something like ATLA is way beyond the emotional depth, sophistication, and power of maaaaaany live action “adult” shows. And yet the shows and stories that already ARE complex, deep, powerful, and artistic as fuck... are often not recognized as being such with the same level of appreciation for live action. And many other shows and stories are limited unnecessarily simply because we can’t comprehend that when something is drawn, it can still be drawn to a good story.

3, 7, 26.

Astrid’s locker door still wouldn’t open. She kicked it in frustration. Unlike the movies, the locker did not magically open. She gritted her teeth and prayed to the gods before entering her combination one more time.

3, 7, 26.

Nothing happened.

If the locker was a human, it would be crying very loudly by now because of all the kicks it got. The locker could die for all she cared.

“Bruh.” (bRUH I’M SCREAMING WHY OH WHY DID I WRITE THAT)

She closed her eyes. “What do you want, Ruff?”

Ruffnut Thorston’s smirking face was not welcome at all. Her locker would not open, and she was not in the mood to carry out whatever crazy, stupid scheme Ruff, her brother, and his pet chicken had cooked up.

“Locker problems?” her retarded best friend asked. (I’M CRYING I’M SO SORRY GUYS I WAS LIKE THIS AT ONE POINT)

“No, I just like standing around and kicking it for no reason.”

Ruff blinked once, then twice. “Well, that’s weird.”

The girl exploded.

“Yes I have locker problems you dimwit! This stupid thing won’t open! You do it for the love of Thor!” (Past me: “THEY MUST USE THOR AND ODIN IN EVERY SENTENCE THEY USE!”)

“Alright, Ast, whatever you say,” Ruff responded in a sing-song voice. She stepped forwards, leaned down, and in thirty seconds Astrid’s locker was open.

Astrid gaped and her arms fell limply to her sides. “How did - what - how did you do that?”

Her friend leaned in close, as though to tell a secret, and whispered, “Illuminati magic.”

She punched her shoulder. Hard.

“You twit. Tell me what you did.”

Rubbing her arm and scowling, Ruff said, “I entered the combination, genius. I know it, remember? You told me.”

“But that doesn’t make sense,” Astrid argued, as she got her books out, “I must’ve tried a thousand times. And, Odin help me, do not start singing ‘Hello’ because then I will dig your grave a thousand time.” (Back when I thought Astrid was cool and didn’t realize she was a giant dork.)

“Oh yeah?” Ruffnut challenged. “Alright. Enter your combination, Ms. Perfect. If it works, then I will scream ‘Hello’ into your ear. Don’t diss Adele.”

Of course it’s important for us humans to be able to not only react well to criticism, but to understand and think through it, whether or not we ultimately end up agreeing with it. Avoiding information just because it doesn’t jive with our emotions is dangerous of us to do. And we all have a right to post whatever we want on our own blogs. I know all that. But I’m on this fucking website just to have some fucking fun with television shows and animated fictional people. This is my recreation zone and that’s all I want to do with tumblr myself. Have fun. Doesn’t anyone else feel the same? I’m not here to listen to people salt about a show or a movie or a book that came out ten years ago. I just want to chill with blogs that are also posting positive content about good fandom material. I just want blogs where people can be like, “You’re in this fandom? I’m in this fandom too. I like this one part of the fandom. Yay!”