Thread:Abbykurle/@comment-39615662-20190929050506/@comment-30921738-20191009222208

1: I keep trying to keep up with all the shows leading up to Endgame but it's just not working and I've only seen a few. So I just ask my dad what happens.

2: I especially like animated shows, I recently tried out animating and now I really appreciate them, and I like to observe how they animated it, the different angles, ect.

That doesn't mean that I don't like live action shows, though. I don't watch very live action films that are action themed, because sometimes the gore can bother be and sometimes it gets too intense and triggers my anxiety attacks.

2: I can't just say that I plainly 'like' or 'dislike' anime. Some anime shiws are bad, orhers are good. Most an8me shows bother me because they have jo noses (don't ask) and I haven't seen many anime films that I like.

3: Like Platy said, you can have good and bad animated stuff, and good and bad luve action stuff.

4: I don't know whether to love or hate The Hunger Games. The movies are so brutal that I can only watch a little bit before getting sick. (Only seen rhe first thou) The books were good and intriguing, and didn't gross me out.

But the books slowly deteriorated as the series went on. The first one was amazing, the second one was kind of frustrating, and the third one was just pure frustration (with a few awesome moments in between) with a horrible, nonsensical ending that makes me angry just thinking about it.

5: I went to a yaht club today to meet up with some people and there was a wild monkey there that was trying to get our food at one point. He came up along the fence and was watching us and kept looking like he wanted to jump onto our table. Then he jumped onto the umbrella thing above the tables and was walking along the edge staring at us while I bravely got close to get a picture. But then the monkey jumped onto the trunk of a tree that was literally right next to me, then glared at me and looked like he was gonna spring at me. My dad starting freaking out and telling me to get away so I just looked away and backed up so I wasn't threatening it. My dad practically ran away and claimed that the monkey had bared its teeth at us. It moved back to the fence and we settled down, but then it jumped onto one of the tables and everyone started screaming (except a few select people, including me), which didn't make it feel any less threatened. Then one of guards scared it off and gave it a banana. Aaaaand I also forgot to mention that it had lost a foot on one of it's back legs.

I kinda feel bad for it. But overall, it was exciting and ten times better than going to a zoo.