Unpopular Opinion: Vin/Elend Is Actually Really Well Written.

I heard that Ladrien can be called Sunspot and this is the image that came to mind:

This is a fascinating analysis, and it also may have boosted my level of relating to Adrien from a 7/10 up to an 11/10. I'd like to add that I think the fact that Marinette won't press him to take off his mask is actually a good thing, despite the fact that this analysis leans toward it being a problem that needs to be overcome--it allows Adrien to learn to trust her at his own pace (which I believe will happen eventually), instead of being forced into a rather terrifying leap of faith before he's ready. Speaking from experience, a friend who just accepts whatever you show them as the truth tends to be far easier to be honest with than a friend who's constantly questioning your lies. I'd also argue that Adrien's lying isn't deliberate, it's instinctive. It's not that he enjoys lying, it just feels safe and easy for him. Still, this the best ML analysis I've read in a while, and it's absolutely spot-on.

Adrien The Liar

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I personally don't see the appeal of dances, but I gotta admit, dancing has some great potential for cool shots.

I think I can now add 'hard light' to my list of blending modes I can use comfortably. (Before this, the only entries on that list were multiply, color dodge, and luminosity. I'm not good with blending modes, ok?)

carbs > abs

Septimus Heap has the ultimate found family. You start with the core seven-son family, which is already guaranteed to have at least nine members. Not to mention they have a crazy aunt and at least six uncles, as well as a tree or two.

Throw in an adopted daughter, 1.5 ducks and 0.5 of a cat, the youngest son's adoptive mother/mentor/BFF and semi-adoptive father/kidnapper, the adopted daughter's biological dad, the youngest son's best friend who will someday be the adopted daughter's boyfriend, a ghost uncle, the youngest son's first best friend/adoptive brother from his childhood in the army who is probably also the second oldest son's boyfriend, the youngest son's dragon, and the oldest son's wife.

Oh, and don't forget the ghost uncle's ghost girlfriend, the mother, father, and brother of the oldest son's wife, the second youngest son's girlfriend and her transforming panther, maybe a couple witches (or maybe not), the adopted daughter's ghost mom and ghost grandmother, the oldest son's pet tennis ball, the adopted daughter's pet rock(s), and a centuries-old magical grandpa who you can only see by exiting time.

And we haven't even gotten to the sequel series yet!

Why is this how it always goes

Do you ever start writing something that you’re excited about and that seems like it’s turning out well and that you’re getting eager to share, and then you start typing it up or doing an edit pass and it’s just awful it’s awful its premise is fundamentally flawed and it’s out of character and the prose is clunky and the plot is badly paced and ludicrous and the whole thing is embarrassing, how could you have done this, how could you have sunk so much time into this, you can’t even look at it, how is this that shining thing you were so excited about, how could you even have considered finishing it let alone sharing it with anyone, you’re crying, your mother is crying, nuns are spontaneously exploding in the streets,

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where's the ladrien umbrella scene

WHERE'S THE LADRIEN UMBRELLA SCENE

WHERE'S THE—