I have a day off tomorrow which I sorta intend to spend on writing, possibly some short things just to get back in the saddle rather than risk getting overwhelmed by my Big Boys, so...
Anyone have a ficlet prompt?
Fandoms I'm willing to write for include but are not limited to: Discworld, The Untamed, Attack on Titan, Ace Attorney, The Locked Tomb, Doctor Who, Merlin, Black Sails, Sherlock, buffy the vampire slayer, Jonathan Strange and Mr Norrell, Good Omens (strictly the book, not the TV series)
No promises, given that my writing skills have been in hibernation for almost a full year, but yknow. Send me a fandom, pairing or character and prompt and things may happen.
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I actually had more sympathy for Jesse’s parents on this rewatch. Like overall they’re not some abusive monsters who never cared about him. They very obviously DO care about him. Their house felt safe enough to Jesse that he went there when the meth had him feeling paranoid and strung out. When Jesse calls his dad after being questioned by the DEA he mentions getting a job “in data entry, like we talked about”, and Jesse’s mom says “I can’t do this again”, and Jake says Jesse’s all they ever talk about, so they’re obviously in a cycle of trying to help Jesse and seeing him go back to drugs. It’s easy for us to kind of forget the ramifications, because of the scope of the show and because we love Jesse and are seeing his POV and definitely because Aaron Paul’s teeth and skin are nice lol, but Jesse is addicted to crystal meth. And he’s SELLING crystal meth! This is not just weed. It’s a pretty big fucking deal. And his parents talk about getting him help, and they let him come inside and sleep and eat a few meals and wash his clothes. Maybe you could consider that the bare minimum, but it is something. When Hank is talking to Jesse’s mom, she’s not dismissive of Jesse or uncaring. She’s obviously very sad about the state of Jesse’s life, and when she starts to clock that Hank’s investigating Jesse, she gets protective and makes Hank leave. They evicted Jesse from his aunt’s house, but to give them a bit of grace, his mom did find his literal meth lab in the basement lmao. Which they threatened to tell the DEA about but never actually did. They seem to be in that place with an addict where you’re trying to balance giving support without enabling; his dad even says they need to try tough love. (Personally I think it shows they don’t really know Jesse all that well because tough love is not the right method for him, but they probably feel like they’ve tried everything else.) When Jesse’s talking about that perfect box he made in shop, his initial lie is that he gave it to his mom, and when he tells the truth it’s clear he really regrets that he didn’t actually do that. In El Camino, I really think they want him to turn himself in because they think he’ll be safer and maybe they think he’ll get some leeway if he turns himself in rather than getting caught. It doesn’t seem like they call the cops when he calls and asks them to come get him; they rush out right away and all the police are in regular, unmarked cars.
But….
I can never give them grace or forgive them for that car decal that was Mom, Dad, and Jake but no Jesse. Like what the hell is that?? And it seems absolutely outrageous to me that his parents, with everything that happened between them and everything they’re seeing on the news, took the opportunity to talk to him and only said “turn yourself in.” No “I love you.” No “be safe.” His dad saying they hadn’t talked to him in a long time, since “way before all this” really rankled, too. They purposefully distanced themselves from him. They made sure to say on the news that they’re not involved in this because they’re not in his life. I really do think they cared and were scared for him. But at every turn it just seemed like they didn’t care enough to actually understand what he needed or how to get through to him.
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Thinking more on the "was always a woman" trans ideology, which is totally fine, but never fit my view of myself in my personal journey.
My unfortunate truth is that I lived 25 years fully convinced of the idea I was a "man", and I always would be simply because "thats how it is". Perhaps more accurately it never occurred to me i wished to be a woman until it finally did. Looking back with retrospect sure there were plenty of signs and hints I was transgender, but that doesn't change the fact of my history.
I was a boy, and I tried my best to be a "man". When I realized that wasn't what I wanted I then tried my best to distance myself from that entirely, because I was under the impression that thinking too much about the before times was "not doing it right". Since I personally could never feel like I was always a woman.
Once I realized i was trans i tried my best for the first several years to forget my past. Forget everything that he did. Forget everything he was. It didnt feel good or healthy, but I foolishly thought I needed to.
Thankfully I'm in a good place about it now. I am a lovely lady, but I wasn't always. I am a transgender woman. However I can't simply ignore the first quarter century of my human existence anymore. I felt like a boy, and I lived as a man.
He's very special to me now though, very personal. I wouldn't say I'm him anymore, but he is me. We are separate, but still one. He's in my heart. His experiences are mine. We share this body. I love him for everything he did for us. I cannot forget him, and his struggles. He worked far too hard to simply be forgotten. He paved our way for me to become a the woman of both our dreams.
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you have your way of looking at it. with the egg. and it's a great analogy!
thanks.
for me, though, i don't see an egg. i see... a chrysalis.
oh?
yeah... y'know, i wonder if caterpillars know how beautiful they'll become. and i wonder if that'd make metamorphosis any less scary.
hm.
well, at least for me, i know how beautiful i'll become. or... at least i'm told. everybody i've met has told me that i'll go on to live an incredibly happy, fulfilling, successful life. a beautiful life.
there's a reason for that, y'know!
well, golly! but that's not important. the point is that i'm a caterpillar on the verge of metamorphosis and everyone around me is telling me how beautiful i'm gonna be.
isn't that a good thing?
yeah, kinda. it's also really scary!
how?
well... i've done well so far in life. i've been relatively happy and fulfilled and successful. my life has been pretty beautiful so far.
mhm.
but y'know... i'm a four-leaf clover. how do i know that wasn't just... a fluke? a big lucky break? how do i know that once i exit that chrysalis i'll actually be as beautiful as everyone thinks i'll be?
hm...
i can't keep banking on that forever. and now, like everyone our age, i have to start making that chrysalis. i guess i'm just worried that my lucky streak will end and my life will go down the drain. no more beautiful butterfly.
...
what makes you think it's all luck?
well, i... well, you know it has some factor in this.
well, sure. but you've had control over your life too. and so have other people. you shouldn't call yourself "lucky" that i decided to be your friend - it was my decision based on my own thoughts and emotions. and the way you are, how nice you are to be around - that's based on your own thoughts and emotions.
i guess...
...
listen. i'm not going to say that every success you've had is one you've built from scratch. everyone starts with something - heck, you started with a lot! but that alone will never get you the whole way there. to like... genuine, meaningful success.
what about all those super rich people who're only rich because of their super rich parents? they started with a lot and they got the whole way there with just that.
yeah, they're successful, but you can't seriously tell me that their success is meaningful.
i suppose not.
you can't make friends with luck. even if literally every other good thing you've done is because of dumb luck... the fact that so many people love you and love to hang out with you is proof that you're a genuinely good person.
...
hey, i never said i wasn't a genuinely good person.
well it comes with the territory. i should know... and y'know, it is really hard to admit to yourself that you are a good person who deserves all of the success they have. but it's important. i think we all should say it more. so it... so it doesn't have to be something to admit. i don't think it should be a secret.
...
so...?
so what?
so spit it out, then, you goofball! say you're a good person.
well, i... well goodness, now i'm just proving my point.
say it!
only if you do!
fine.
...
i'm... i'm a good person.
...
me too.
hey, that doesn't count, you actually have to say the words.
what words?
"i'm a good person".
ha, you said it again!
...clover.
...
...
clover. i'm not going to force you to say that you're a good person. i'm not going to force you to believe in yourself or anything. but i want you to, because i want you to be happy.
...
...
and i want... i want you to want you to be happy. it shouldn't matter whether or not i want that.
...
...
you don't owe it to anyone else to live a good life... you owe it to yourself. and i know you don't believe me. don't tell me i'm lying because i know, trust me, i might as well be.
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...fan...
and i guess sometimes you just have to tell that lie to yourself over and over and over again. i know it feels wrong to tell the world that you love the person you are because it feels like a lie. but you know everyone else already believes it. you just have to lie to yourself enough that you start to believe it too.
...heh, and just be delusional?
yeah. delusional. but by the time you believe it along with the rest of the world, you'll forget that it was ever a lie to begin with!
i suppose so.
...
...
...
...so, clover, do you think you'll turn into that beautiful butterfly?
no.
no?
i'll be a moth.
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