#and other reasons too but. man we don't understand symbolism

[centi-pedve]

we have the kind of media literacy that makes us a king among men on booktok but a blubbering idiot on tumblr

#we need to watch video essays on medias so we can steal their opinions on themes and shit (feigned intelligence) #we're decent at analyzing quality through a meta lens and whether or not something is glorification offensive etc #but unless we can figure something out by very literal interpretations we're done for #until we were 15 we found the concept of themes stupid because from our perspective nothing except like #those animal stories everyone knows has themes #now we're aware but we still default to the interpretation of thinking the author thought these order of events was cool n shit #ap lit was hell on earth for exactly this reason. we had to have the themes told to us #and other reasons too but. man we don't understand symbolism #people are like 'omg connor you should get into stories with unreliable narrators theyre so good' we should NOT sorry #at least we're self aware

[m1ssunderstanding]

Understanding Lennon McCartney Rewatch Part 1.2

George: We don't have to keep [an image] up, we just remain ourselves. Don't we, Ringo? Ringo: well, we do, I mean, it's the other two we're worried about. It's a joke about John and Paul being bigheads, but a crazy person – definitely not me – could also see it other ways if they wanted to.

Paul talking about their mutual friend when asked how they met and John telling him not to complicate it. They're so married it's ridiculous. 

Always looking at each other with every single joke. 

He looks like he's in a lovely enclosure at the petting zoo. I've always been so confused by this footage. Can anyone tell me what the hell is going on?

I LOVE that we now know Paul was cast as Thisbe and John as Pyramus and then they switched. I'm actually dying to know how and why that happened though. My first instinct was “of course. Paul was scared he'd look too convincing as a woman, so John did it for him.” But no. Paul dressed as a woman at the cavern, wore ladies lingerie in Hamburg, and wanted to do a full drag show on TV in the early seventies. So why not Thisbe?

Why do you as a man randomly bring up the color of your friend's dick while staring lovingly into his eyes?

It must be noted. They had a wonderful time playing star-crossed lovers. 

The bickering pianos are so cute! And then John (prompting Paul): and John and I . . . Paul: oh I hate this. John: will probably carry on . . . Paul: we'll carry on songwriting . . . You just know Paul didn't hear the end of that one interview answer for a long long time. And it's because John just had to hear it over and over again.

Love the editing so that Paul smacks John's ass right as the symbols crash. 10/10 A+

This iconic moment. Poor George tally number 4.

Interviewer brings up marriage and John takes a shot like he wants to forget that the whole concept even exists. Literally poor Cynthia. And not even in an “lol her husband's gay” type of way. Just in a genuine “the way their relationship fell apart actually breaks my heart because she really did love him and in his way he loved her too but they were just so thoroughly incompatible” type of way. 

Paul: makes a stupid dad joke. John: giggles gleefully and kicks his feet

I have never seen someone so disappointed that they didn't need to lend their friend a pen. Paul had his hand in his pocket before John even asked the interviewer for a pen and when the interviewer gives him one, Paul literally hangs his head like he's just been cut from the school play. I just. The obsession is frankly cartoonish. But also, he just needs to be needed, you know? How many songs does he have which conflate being needed and being loved?

The juxtaposition of Paul and John elaborately messing with the interviewer (“yes John Lenard, that's me” and “actually it's done by mirrors.”) vs George's “I don't know” and “yeah.” it's actually kind of mean editing but whatever. It is ULM not UH. Someone should make that though.

Again, John. Calm down. He's not that funny. Just look at Jimmy. That's the normal person's reaction to that joke. John is half the reason Paul has such a big head honestly. 

Paul's answer to a question about the Beatles gaining a lot of adult fans is nice. Sometimes he shocks with a bit of wisdom. Sometimes his words don't get messed up at the point they hit his throat as he says. 

What the fuck? Okay so the interviewer asks Paul what he likes in a girl, right? I've always been too distracted by Paul saying he likes a sense of humor and John doing an obnoxious fake laugh in the background because John. It's embarrassing how obvious you are. Stop.

But I never noticed Paul actually says “people”. The interviewer asks about girls and he says he likes “people - er - girls” to have a sense of humor. Huh. Okay. 

So ULM was actually what made me a serious Beatles fan and this was the first moment where I had to pause it and verify to see if what I'd just read was actually true. It really is a doozy. 

How to flirt. A guide by Paul McCartney. Step one: get your crush’s attention. This should be extremely easy. Just gesture vaguely at something you're holding. He'll be interested. Step two: do something suggestive to a phallic object. Step three: that's it. You've got him. He'll do whatever you want.

The editing in this thing truly is brutal. Just the jump cuts from a question about Cynthia to John and Paul making each other laugh to girls screaming to John and Paul unnecessarily touching to girls passed out on the ground to John and Paul desperate for each other's attention to girls waving signs to John and Paul sharing weird eye contact to girls physically mobbing them to John and Paul beaming at each other to a question about Jane. It really does drive home the immense pressure of compulsory heterosexuality back then. 

Then a question that's obviously meant to poke a nerve and start some bad feelings. “Paul. Is John the leader of the Beatles?” Easily rebuffed with “no I'm not” and “there's no real leader”. I know I'm dramatic but really it's like every aspect of that society was against them you know? And they just kind of said "fuck you, we're crazy about each other."

Question: what do they think about when they're imprisoned in their hotel rooms? John: we don't think about one thing. *Whips head to look at Paul* well, some of us do. Oh and you know that how exactly? What, do you just have a printout of his every thought? Do you keep constant tabs on his dick?

Someone give me the heterosexual explanation of that moment when John very clearly and obviously checks out and appreciates Paul's ass as he and Ringo are pretending to be cowboys. Seriously. I'm at a loss here. 

Poor George tally number six? Seven? They're asked what they'll do if England reinstates the draft. John brings up Southern Ireland. George brings up Germany. Paul and John plan their joint escape to Southern Ireland as if George hadn't even spoken. 

The choice to play “Another Girl” over that quote of John's being like ‘Paul's actually much meaner than i am’ is great. Because that's seriously such a jerk song. I don't much like Jane, honestly, but fuck, she deserved so much better than Paul. He was such a douche.  

Literally all the song choices in this are phenomenal. “Hide Your Love Away” over the montage of 60s homophobia moments? It's so genius. Saying everything without saying anything. Letting the Beatles do the talking. 

The laugh track over the cartoon is honestly so sad. Nobody asked them if they were okay with being mocked like that and they never even made a dime off it. What would that have felt like to know that your being “too close” with your best friend was a running joke on TV?

“It's only love and that is all. Why should I feel the way I do?”

#paul mccartney #the beatles #john lennon #mclennon #ringo starr #george harrison

[otdiaftg]

The King's Men - Chapter Three

Day: Thursday, January 4th Time: 7:20 PM EST

"What did I say yesterday?" Neil asked her. "Why did you react like that?" It didn't take her long to remember. "About the knives, you mean." When Neil nodded, she turned her hands over and considered her palms. "You remember I told you I used to be in a gang? There was a man there who went out of his way to hurt me. He liked knives and kept a half-dozen on him at all times. I couldn't defend myself by normal means, so I learned to fight with knives, too. I practiced for a year before I finally bested him. "'Bested'." Renee contemplated the word choice for a few moments before saying, "He didn't survive the fight. Boss helped stage the body so we could pin it on a rival gang and I was promoted. I kept the knives through my trial and my adoption. I wanted to remember what darkness I'm capable of—and what darkness I'm capable of surviving." "You did what you had to do," Neil said. "If he lived he would have come back for you." "I know," Renee said, soft. "There were other girls before I caught his eye; there would be girls after I left. But I didn't do it for the greater good. I did it because he wronged me personally and I didn't want to be afraid of him anymore. I regret what it did to me more than I regret the necessity of his death. I felt no horror when I watched him die. I was proud of what I'd done to him. "I told Andrew what I did," Renee said. "The next day while I was at class he broke into my room and took my knives. When I asked for them back, he said I was lying to myself. If I wanted to remember, I wouldn't hide the knives in my closet like a shameful secret I couldn't revisit or let go of. They weren't doing me any good, so he said he would carry them until I needed them again. "I let him have them because I trusted him not to use them," Renee said. "I thought he understood what they were supposed to be: not weapons anymore but a symbol of what we've overcome. I didn't ask him for his reasons. I knew he would tell me if he wanted me to know." The obvious answer was Drake, but it didn't add up quite right. Neil turned it over in his head, working his way through it, and thought about the scars on Andrew's forearms. Who had Andrew survived: Drake or himself? Neil wasn't going to share that idea with Renee, so he said, "So those knives he brings everywhere are yours?" "Were mine," Renee said. "He was right; I don't need them anymore. If you need them, he will give them to you, and I will teach you how to use them." She wasn't smiling anymore. Neil studied her calm expression and knew she meant it. She'd put her faith in mankind and her Christian piety on hold and show him how to cut a man open throat to groin if he asked her to. Neil was starting to understand why Andrew liked her. She was crazy enough to be interesting. "Thank you," Neil said, "but no. I don't want to be like—him." He didn't say he'd used knives before; one couldn't grow up a Wesninski without having a blade pushed into his hand. Nathan didn't have the time or patience to teach his son but he'd put two of his people to the task. Luckily Neil left home before he progressed past cutting up hunks of dead animals. "Of course," Renee agreed. She waited a moment to see if anything else was forthcoming, then got to her feet. "I shouldn't keep Allison waiting, but if you want to talk more later you know where to find me." "Okay," Neil said.

Art used with permission by Aymmidumps. Thank you @aymmidumps

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[sciderman]

Reading the first few issues by Lee and Ditko and it's so interesting seeing that Peters main reason for being Spider-Man isn't wanting to be a hero and help people/stop badguys but earning money to support May, so when he gets into a supervillian fight it's either a coincidence that happened while he tried making money from them (taking pictures of them mainly) or getting caught up in their shit and either being nosey (Thinkerer) or being tricked by them (Chameleon) and it suddenly becomes a "vendetta" thing because either he was duped or spited by them. Whitch along with him being a self-isolating and kinda egoistical prick is such an interesting look at this "selfless symbol of heroism and responsibility" and i wish we got more of that in modern version of teen Peter.

honestly!!! really - it was kind of such a realisation when i went back into the spider-man comics to find out that "great power great responsibility" really honestly wasn't actually peter parker's driving motivation when starting, but actually something that he learns over years upon years – and even then, it really still isn't why he does it. he does it because that's how he gets his kicks.

and so now when i see peter kind of reduced to the "great power great responsibility" mindset, i feel like it's kind of a gross simplification of him - which is crazy, because i was kind of guilty of it, too.

i don't think peter even really fully understands "great power great responsibility" to this day. it's something he's still faced with, and something he still questions, every day.

i don't think any writer who reiterates those words even knows what it means. i've seen it written in so many contexts in the comics and other adaptations and audibly whispered under my breath "thhaat's not what it fucking meeeeeans....."

turns out! responsibility means a whole plethora of things, actually - and spider-man is often a way for peter to dodge his responsibilities as peter parker.

not only that, but uncle ben never actually says the words "great power great responsibility" to peter parker. it's just a narrative thing. he never says the words!!!!!! ! !! ! !

peter parker doesn't learn that lesson from uncle ben. and really, peter's entire reckoning with responsibility isn't that he owes the world his gifts as spider-man, but actually he has to take on new responsibilities after uncle ben's death - he has to support aunt may.

he has to support gwen, after captain stacy's death.

peter's whole "great responsibility" thing is about him struggling to keep up with all these very masculine roles and responsibilities being imposed upon him as he grows into a man. it's not actually a question of him owing the world his powers as spider-man - that's just a misunderstanding of the lesson that he's kind of buried himself into. he thinks it means he owes the world everything - and that's kind of what leads him to fail the people that he really should hold responsibility to.

it's so fun. it's so complicated. he throws all his responsibilities into his identity as spider-man, and acts in avoidance of his responsibilities as peter parker. sorry. i think about this a lot. i think about this a lot.

great power and great responsibility is such an interesting set of words that absolutely everyone has a different interpretation of. and some people reiterate it like it's meant to mean something, but it doesn't when they say it. like it's a set of words meant to be paired with spider-man but they kind of fall hollow when the person writing them actually doesn't think about the meaning of it. it's kind of almost lost all of it's meaning at this point.

#sci speaks #i love thinking about him (peter parker) #sci talks comics

[zoeykallus]

OMG! I just had an idea that would be so cute! What if reader found out the day that the Bad Batch were brought out of their growth chambers (or tubes I think) and decides to treat it like a birthday. Like makes a cake and gets presents and everything. Not sure if good for a headcanon or fanfic but thought it would be cute if your interested.

That is indeed a sweet idea!

The Bad Batch x Reader HC's - Happy Birthday

Fluff! Okay, maybe a little suggestive too...

____________

You got your hands on files about Clone Force 99. You are delighted to see the dates they were taken out of their tubes. It's kind of a birthday date, and you know exactly what you'll do with this information.

____________

Hunter

"Where are we going, Cyare?", he asks with a chuckle, as you lead him through the undergrowth on a forested moon.

"You'll see, just a little more patience, we're almost there"

Finally, you arrive at a clearing in the forest. The sun shines through the sun shines through the canopy of leaves above you, onto a picnic blanket. It's a beautiful, remote place, surrounded by blooming trees and bushes.

A large cooler bag stands next to the blanket, containing drinks, snacks and a festive cake. You ask him to sit down and unpack everything.

Hunter looks at everything, amazed. His dark gray eyes widened.

"What's this all about? Are we celebrating something? It's not our anniversary. What did I miss?"

You beam at him and say, "Your birthday, Hunter!"

"What?"

He's pretty puzzled.

"Cyare... I don't have a birthday"

"Yes you do... in a way", you say with a smile and grab something hidden under the cake.

It's a present, a package wrapped in colorful paper. As you hand it to him, he slowly, carefully takes it.

"I don't understand", he says with a sweet but confused little smile.

"I found data about you. About the day when you left the tube. I'd consider it your birthday"

Hunter chuckles, "I didn't even know the date"

"Well, now you do. Open the present, please"

You watch him excitedly as he unwraps the gift and reveals a fine wooden, lengthy case. There is an emblem engraved in the wood.

"No way", he says a little breathless, recognizing the symbol, it's the symbol of a vibro-knife manufacturer, the best one there is.

"Open the case", you say with a wide grin.

Inside is a vibro-knife, probably the finest he's ever seen, it's engraved with his name and the Clone Force 99 emblem.

"Cyare! That must have cost a fortune!"

You laugh softly and say, "It took a while to gather the credits for it, but it's absolutely worth that look on your face"

He feels warm and giddy. It's probably the best gift he ever received and the fact that you made all this for him, even giving him his very first birthday celebration, makes him love you even more.

Hunter smirks at you.

"You know, since it's my birthday, and we are alone for the first time in weeks, I'd have a special birthday wish"

"Oh? Are you even old enough for that?", you chuckle.

"No, but I'm still a grown man"

You beckon him closer with your finger.

"Show me"

Echo

You two sit in a rooftop restaurant on Naboo. You invited Echo and you can see he is nervous the whole time. He knows something is going on, but he's not sure what.

"Relax, love", you say softly, "The reason why we are here is a good thing"

He chuckles and relaxes a little.

The view is stunning, a lake nearby, flora is in its full bloom and the buildings around are so pretty.

After dinner, at desert, he finally asks, "Okay, but why are we here today? Is there something special going on that I missed?"

You can't help but chuckle.

"Echo, my love, would you please relax for a moment?"

"I'm relaxed"

"No, you are not"

"Of course I am"

With a knowing smile, you cock an eyebrow at him.

"I know you good enough to know that you are not"

Echo sighs.

"Okay. Maybe I'm a little nervous. This is a really fancy restaurant, and we haven't had much time for each other lately, so I thought... maybe this is your way of breaking up with me and trying to let me down easy"

You gasp, "What? That's what you thought this is? You were supposed to enjoy this! It's for your birthday!"

"My what now?"

You sigh and wave at the waiter, "Bring me the package please"

As you turn back to Echo, you explain, "I found files about you, with the date of the day when you got out of the tube"

Echo raises his brows then smiles softly.

"Oh, and you thought it's like a birthday?"

"Yeah! Why not?"

Echo's smile widens.

"I like the idea. This is really sweat, Cyare"

The waiter comes with the package and puts it in front of Echo. It's a big box, wrapped in colorful paper.

"A gift? For me?"

You nod.

"Yes. A birthday gift"

He unwrapped it, opened the metal box underneath and looked inside. Echo seems puzzled. You get a bit nervous.

“The color isn’t final yet, but Tech and I thought you’d be happy about it”, you say softly.

Echo blinks, not so sure how he should feel. So far, his arm had never bothered you, or at least that’s what he’d thought.

“That’s very nice but… what am I supposed to do with a dummy?”

You chuckle, “It’s not a dummy, Tech and I would never give you a dummy! Do me a favor, let me install it, and you’ll see what I mean”.

Doubting and a bit reluctant, he finally nods and holds out his artificial arm to you. You unscrew almost all the parts down to the stump that is still there from his real arm. Doing this in the middle of a restaurant earns you strange looks, but you don't give a damn.

“Okay now don’t get nervous this is going to feel weird because I’m connecting the hand to the artificial neurons and nervous system”.

He swallows, but nods.

When you make the connection and attach the arm, his eyes are big. He holds his breath.

“Breathe Echo” you say softly, “Try to move the fingers”.

“I can feel it, I can feel the hand,” he whispers.

You smile at him and kiss his new fingers, make him shudder and give him goosebumps.

"Happy birthday, my love"

Wrecker

You two sit on top of the Marauder. It's evening and the sun is slowly going down at the horizon, painting the sky in beautiful colors. You've prepared a load of snacks and sweets for your man, which he is enjoying with you right now, watching the sky change its colors.

"You prepared all my favorites", he realizes, "Did I miss something? It's not our anniversary, is it?"

You laugh, "No Wrecker. It's just for you. For your birthday."

He cocks an eyebrow at you.

"My what?"

"Your birthday"

"You do know I'm a clone, right?"

You chuckle, "Yes, Wrecker, I'm aware. But I found data on you with the date of the day when you left the tube. I thought we could count it as your birthday"

He grins.

"Oh I get it, nice idea Mesh'la, that's really sweet, thanks!"

He kisses your cheek and bites into another snack you made for him. He's beaming all over, enjoying what you made for him, warmed by the feeling that you think of him in such a loving way.

As the sun is gone and the sky is dark, you light a few candles and say, "The snacks are not all you get"

"Really? What else do I get?", Wrecker asks, excited.

"Tech helped me with it, look up, over there to the mountains"

Wrecker does as you said with wide eyes. Just a second after, the fireworks start. All kinds of colors light up the sky in a beautiful rhythm and composition, Tech had outdone himself.

"Woah!"

Wreckers eyes are so big, and he looks up into the sky like a little boy getting the most amazing gift ever. You breathe a sigh of relief as you see how fascinated and happy he is with this gift.

"Thanks Mesh'la", he says breathlessly, "That's so amazing!"

"Don't forget, Tech did most of the work. I just had the idea and brought the material"

He softly grabs you and pulls you on his lap, wrapping his arms around you, as you keep watching the show.

Wrecker kisses the top of your head and says, "You make me such a happy man, Cyare"

You reply softly, "Happy Birthday, my big guy"

Tech

You wait for him in the engine room. Nervously, you walk up and down the engine room, when he finally arrives.

"There you are!", you say, relieved.

Tech smiles, "Of course. You asked me to come, so why shouldn't I come?"

You chuckle and give him a kiss.

"Now, what's it that you want to show me?", he asks.

You step aside and reveal a new set of tools wrapped in a red bow.

"A gift"

"Oh. Thank you Mesh'la!"

Tech comes over and looks at all the tools.

"These are excellent ones", he says surprised, "High quality. But what's the occasion?"

"Your birthday", you say, smiling.

Tech turns around to look at you, and he sees you holding out a cake to him with burning candles. For a second he wonders where you hid that before, but actually he doesn't care. He gets all warm and smiles brightly at you.

"Cyare, strictly speaking, I don't have a birthday"

"Yes you do. I found a file with the date of the day when you came out of your tube. It's not exactly the same, but I think it counts"

"It is a lovely idea", he admits.

You explain, "Traditionally, you have to blow out the candles and make a wish. But don't say it out loud, or it won't come true"

He laughs softly.

"Such a sweet sentiment. Well, if you insist. But I wouldn't know what to wish for, I'm very happy the way things are, actually", he pauses to give you a little kiss, "I couldn't be any happier"

Your ears and face get warm, and you chuckle, "You are a real charmer, aren't you?"

Tech thinks for a moment, then finally blows out the candles.

He asks, "How about we both eat a piece of this beautiful cake and then, I'll show you how to work with those tools you gifted me?"

"If that's what you want to do on your birthday. It's your day"

He smiles softly, "it would make me happy if you let me teach you a little"

"Okay, I'd do anything for you. I go get plates and forks", you say and kiss his cheek "Happy birthday, my beloved genius"

Crosshair

You thought about it for a while, and you don't really know how to approach it, but you do want to do something for him. He's not the kind for sentimental stuff, but you just hope he'd still be happy.

"What's on your mind?", Crosshair asks, eying you scrutinizing.

Of course, he's on to you. He always senses when something is up with you. Always.

"I got something for you"

His toothpick rolls from one side of his mouth to the other.

"You do?"

"Yes, a gift"

He blinks.

"Why? What did I miss? Is this one of these anniversary things?"

"It's your birthday"

He scoffs with a little smirk, "Kitten, I don't have a birthday"

You shrug and say, "Not in a traditional sense, but I found data about the day when you came out of the tube. It kind of counts as a birthday"

"Hmm", he hums, "If you want to see it like that"

"Yes I do"

He shrugs.

"Fine with me"

You give him a wrapped package. You chose a simple color, a royal blue. You know he wouldn't fancy colorful wrapping.

Crosshair looks at you, questioning.

"You have to unpack it, rip the paper off"

He does as you said and opens the box that's in the wrapping. There is a new silencer of the highest quality for his rifle, as well as high tear cleaning utensils for his rifle.

"That's pretty neat, thanks, Kitten"

He lifts your chin with two finger to steal you a kiss.

"What do you say? How about a celebration? Some drinks, some music, some time alone? Just the two of us".

He uses his seductive voice, and he knows either way, you are not going to say no.

"I thought you'd never ask", you chuckle.

Ko-Fi (If you feel like giving me some coffee)

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[trlvsn]

i’m thinking about mvk right now wtf happened to him? why is he like that? who did this to him? what do you think his tragic backstory is i know he has one and i need to know right now

oh anon you're gonna wish you didn't send this ask.

what i think people often forget when trying to understand certain characters is that characters are a part of a story first and a person second. to understand manfred and some other related things, let's look at this from the beginning, specifically, from the first "evil" major character we get introduced to (and by evil i mean someone the protagonist opposes) - miles edgeworth.

miles edgeworth is introduced to us as the demon prosecutor, the guy who uses dirty tricks in court, is famous for being ruthless and thinks everyone should be punished, a guy who strives for perfection is his job as a prosecutor. that brings us to a point where we think miles edgeworth represents something the justice system overall should not be - biased, devoid of empathy, driven by a perfect record and a desire for a good career instead of the genuine desire to find the truth. the story could as well have made us defeat edgeworth because of that - that approach is not needed in the court, so we expose him for some kind of crime and get him fired, goodbye, who's the next character going to be? however, the writers make the decision to humanize him, make him not just a character that represents a wrong idea but a person who has a backstory and some good in his heart, a person with a pretty good moral code, actually, a nerd, a friend, a man. this is where we start to question what exactly made him like this - this is why miles gets a tragic backstory. he is meant to be explained, he is meant to be human, he is meant to be more.

so manfred von karma becomes the answer. he is the reason, he is the influence, the part of miles's life that made him like this and the part that he starts to oppose. manfred von karma is an asset, a tool we are given to understand edgeworth better and draw some conclusions: "hey, maybe the guy wasn't, like, evil and demonic, he was manipulated as a kid, you know". manfred is like a mirror of edgeworth, which is a tool one can see frequently in ace attorney writing. there are characters that represent one character trait of another character, hyperbolized and extended. damon gant is edgeworth's authority mirror, representing what could happen if miles went from cutting salaries to grabbing more and more power to himself. manfred is miles's perfection mirror (self-explanatory).

what do we get from this, then? manfred von karma is undeniably linked to a more important character, appears for one single case (if we don't count aai) and serves one purpose - get the idea across. "don't get too focused on perfection, kids! this is a job that determines other people's lives, and to manipulate the verdict in order to serve your own selfish purposes is yucky!". manfred is a symbol first, person second, that's why he doesn't get a backstory.

manfred von karma is not just a man - it's what every prosecutor could become. a prosecutor gets a high salary, which the game establishes, and that salary depends on the amount of cases won, or, if i'm wrong, one's reputation depends on that, and the reputation causes bias. in such an objectively terrible system any prosecutor would slowly go from "i'm going to find the truth!" to "i'm going to win", and manfred went there a little too much. manfred's backstory is his habitat, he is the product of the system. with every case won and every close call, every paycheck earned, with all the competition in the field empathy and common sense leaves him - it gets to a point where a penalty causes him to commit murder. he is not a sane person at the moment of the crime - he is quite literally delusional thinking it was some kind of fate that the gun was there. he is what happens when a man loses himself in his career, what happens when the law is about money and success and not fairness, what can happen to anyone and should not happen.

so, to me, manfred does not need a backstory, apart from the one i mentioned above - he on his own is one.

but let's imagine this is the real world for a second and ignore the fictional, ideal aspect of it all. it's quite definitely possible manfred was somehow abused, but do i think it HAS to be so? no. a person does not need to be traumatized or a victim to grow up shitty. he could simply be spoiled, actually, with all of the wealth he clearly has. to prove my point, imagine a scenario where you raise a child with nothing but praise. you give it all the love and care, feed it, cherish it, but a child is curious by nature. eventually, it will do something bad, like pinch you or hit another child. you, the universally loving parent, still give it love and feed it candy after it does the bad thing, and you continue to do so. with nothing but love and care, the child will grow up with a defected sense of right and wrong, selfish, entitled, unempathetic.

point is - i don't find a tragic backstory to be a necessary thing for manfred's character. i don't think he needs a backstory at all.

however, that is not to say i'm somehow trying to prove anon wrong. theorizing and coming up with explanations IS fun and good. i'm just giving my personal view of his character here.

#ace attorney #raysanswers #turnabout goodbyes

[anneangel]

Bilbo's actions with the ring were quite reasonable:

Bilbo almost stopped breathing, and went stiff himself. He was desperate. He must get away, out of this horrible darkness, while he had any strength left. He must fight. He must stab the foul thing, put its eyes out, kill it. It meant to kill him. No, not a fair fight. He was invisible now. Gollum had no sword. Gollum had not actually threatened to kill him, or tried to yet. And he was miserable, alone, lost. A sudden understanding, a pity mixed with horror, welled up in Bilbo’s heart: a glimpse of endless unmarked days without light or hope ofbetterment, hard stone, cold fish, sneaking and whispering. All these thoughts passed in a flash of a second. He trembled. And then quite suddenly in another flash, as if lifted by a new strength and resolve, he leaped. No great leap for a man, but a leap in the dark. Straight over Gollum’s head he jumped, seven feet forward and three in the air; indeed, had he known it, he only just missed cracking his skull on the low arch of the passage. - The Hobbit

Bilbo was able to feel pity for Gollum and put himself in his place.

"Pity? It's 'pity' that stayed Bilbo's hand (...) Pity, and mercy: not to strike without need. (...) And he was well rewarded, Frodo. Notice how he suffered so little from the evil [of the Ring] and escaped in the end, because he began to use the Ring with this. With Pity. (...) and (...) The pity of Bilbo may rule the fate of many.” Gandalf said. - LotR

Yes, after, Bilbo decides to disappear like a joke during the party, as a prank, but it is quite justifiable, the people were talking bad about Bilbo, that he was weird and had weird visitors, and still many coveting and gossiping about his money and the comforts he had at Bag End. They made horrible comments about his adopting Frodo too, and about Frodo himself.

It makes sense that Bilbo would want to disappear in front of them, it's symbolic when we want to disappear in front of people who make us feel uncomfortable, people who have spent years calling him 'Mad Bilbo'. It was an expected joke from Bilbo, it was him being ironic! Just as gifts from him were ironic. An example:

For MILO BURROWS, hoping it will be useful, from B.B., on a gold pen and ink-bottle. Milo never answered letters. - LotR

When Bilbo leaves the Ring, he gets angry with Gandalf for a moment and becomes almost aggressive, but see that in the end it is he who OFFERS the ring to Gandalf:

'Well, if you want my ring yourself, say so!' cried Bilbo. 'But you won't get it. I won't give my precious away, I tell you.' His hand strayed to the hilt of his small sword. (…)

(...) Gandalf answered. 'And I am not one either. I am not trying to rob you, but to help you. I wish you would trust me, as you used.' He turned away, and the shadow passed.

(...) He seemed to dwindle again to an old grey man, bent and troubled. Bilbo drew his hand over his eyes. I am sorry,' he said. 'But I felt só queer. And yet it would be a relief in a way not to be bothered with it any more. It has been so growing on my mind lately. Sometimes I have felt it was like an eye looking at me.

'Then trust mine,' said Gandalf. 'It is quite made up. Go away and leave it behind. Stop possessing it. Give it to Frodo, and I will look after him.'

Bilbo stood for a moment tense and undecided. Presently he sighed. 'All right,' he said with an effort.

(...) 'You have still got the ring in your pocket,' said the wizard.

'Well, so I have!' cried Bilbo. 'And my will and all the other documents too. You had better take it and deliver it for me. That will be safest.

''No, don't give the ring to me,' said Gandalf. 'Put it on the mantelpiece. It will be safe enough there, till Frodo comes.

A spasm of anger passed swiftly over the hobbit's face again. Suddenly it gave way to a look of relief and a laugh. 'Well, that's that,' he said. 'Now I'm off!' - LotR

Bilbo was strong enough to overcome his desire for the ring and turn away for it.

And Bilbo almost attacking Frodo in Rivendell upon seeing the Ring? Yes. Right. But, It's Bilbo who asks Frodo to keep the Item:

Bilbo looked quickly at Frodo’s face and passed his hand across his eyes. ‘I understand now,’ he said. ‘Put it away! I am sorry: sorry you have come in for this burden; sorry about everything. - LotR

He acts pretty decent for someone in possession of an evil object. And if he's one to be ironic with his relatives, they provoked him first!

There was a great commotion, and people of all sorts, respectable and unrespectable, were thick round the door, and many were going in and out—not even wiping their feet on the mat, as Bilbo noticed with annoyance. If he was surprised, they were more surprised still. He had arrived back in the middle of an auction! (…) would sell by auction the effects of the late Bilbo Baggins, of Bag-End, Underhill, Hobbiton. (…) most of the things had already been sold, for various prices from next to nothing to old songs (as is not unusual at auctions). Bilbo’s cousins the Sackville-Bagginses were, in fact, busy measuring his rooms to see if their own furniture would fit. In short Bilbo was “Presumed Dead”, and not everybody that said so was sorry to find the presumption wrong. (…) The legal bother, indeed, lasted for years. It was quite a long time before Mr. Baggins was in fact admitted to be alive again. The people who had got specially good bargains at the Sale took a deal of convincing; and in the end to save time Bilbo had to buy back quite a lot of his own furniture. (…) Many of his silver spoons mysteriously disappeared and were never accounted for. Personally he suspected the Sackville-Bagginses. On their side they never admitted that the returned Baggins was genuine, and they were not on friendly terms with Bilbo ever after. (…) he was no longer quite respectable. He was in fact held by all the hobbits of the neighbourhood to be ‘queer’—except by his nephews and nieces on the Took side, but even they were not encouraged in their friendship by their elders. I am sorry to say he did not mind. (…) many shook their heads and touched their foreheads and said “Poor old Baggins!” and few believed any of his tales. - The Hobbit

He had been really lonely the last few years since he had returned from his adventure, or holiday, as liked to call it. A large part of this was due to the fact that he had been definitively rejected from the respectable community, not that he cared that much about it, but was quite a burden to have faced everything he had been through on his adventure there and back again, to be a hero to other folks and peoples, an Elf-Friend, also a friend of dwarves and humans, who rode Eagles and rode barrels in a river (even without knowing how to swim), who spoke to Smaug the Dragon, and still survived a war, returning home to the Shire to receive the treatment of an pariah.

No one really welcomed him with joy, he came back safe and sound, after disappearing for 14 months, and it seemed like everyone preferred him dead. Imagine Bilbo, especially when he sat alone in his armchair in a house too big for a single Hobbit (one who used to like visitors and had lots of pantries and huge rooms that could fit a lot of people and he had a lot of clothes). beautiful to wear and receive them). Possibly the same respectable Hobbits he received as visitors before were the same ones who were not happy to see him return alive. Because they didn't care about him, nor about his feelings or his safety and well-being, they only cared about his money and possessions, envying his comfort and home. And they gossiped about it for years, making him look like "Mad Bilbo", when they were the ones who were petty.

And yet, remember, Bilbo adopted Frodo of his own free will (because Frodo was his favorite cousin, according to the book, it is the others who gossip and invent ulterior motives in a malicious way and this is also in the book), And Bilbo teaches Sam reads, is kind to Gafer, is generous with the poorest families, throws lively parties with lots of food, welcomes Merry and Pippin to Bag End often and gives them enough freedom to see Bilbo things without him knowing. And Bilbo remained friends with the Elves, the Dwarves, the humans (he was friends with Aragorn, "Not all those who wander are lost" was coined by Bilbo in a poem, and has often been used since then to refer to Aragorn), and Gandalf, no matter what his neighbors thought of it or how often they found him and his visits "strange". Bilbo "was happy to the end of his days, which were extraordinarily long" - The Hobbit and LotR.

So yes, Bilbo is incredibly virtuous, even when tempted by the ring.

#the hobbit #bilbo baggins #lord of the rings #lotr #the one ring #bilbo my beloved #the fellowship of the ring #the return of the king #two towers #lotr elves #Gandalf #frodo baggins #samwise gamgee #aragorn #merry and pippin

[aliennazero]

hi, your yoshiden posts are making me go insane at midnight. thank you so much for the good food! i was wondering if you have any personal thoughts on the reason(s) why yoshida would be romantically interested in denji? (or have the potential to be?) and if you think there's anything in the manga so far that does/could point to that?

Thank you for your question, yoshyoshy! Sorry for my late responses.

About why Yoshida would be romantically interested in Denji... honestly I have no basis for that, it just from VIBES and my feelings alone like- In my eyes, they have this weird gay tension that's only shounen mc and his *completely opposite designed* "rival" could have.

HOWEVER when we talk about CSM style of foreshadowing, I think yes, their relationship progression is already hinted since chapter 103 and 104. We, as the readers, just don't know exactly how it will ends up to be. We have the puzzle pieces, but not knowing the bigger picture. It could be platonic, it could be romantic (either one sided or not).

CHAPTER 103 SYMBOLISM

In chapter 103, there's so many details set up for both of them that I will show one by one. May be a reach, but knowing Fujimoto, we can't really predict or ignore anything tbh.

When the crowd cheered for Chainsaw Man, Yoshida saw and interested in Denji only.

Yoshida seems to be more relaxed (leaning in) and comfortable sitting with Denji than Fami (in chapter 122).

There are metaphor using their drinks to showcase their personality. Yoshida is iced coffee: bitter, dark, tired, and more mature-like. Meanwhile Denji is orange juice: sweet, sour, and more childish-like. Both standing next to each other (with height differences too). Which is very cute in my opinion.

Lastly, the famous background scene full of paintings with each different objects and symbols. Which I might try to debunk later on, but it's for another post.

CHAPTER 104 REVISITED

Now we go to the next "foreshadow" chapter, which is my personal favourite because we get teased by the probability of new trio. But we will focus on yoshiden this time.

"I'll stop you by force if I have to." Yeah, he already did. But what interesting about that is, he never *actually* try to hurt Denji. He always try to minimize the impact of his force method and tries to make Denji understand (the problem is, Yoshida is really just that BAD at giving reasonings and excuses).

Yoshida's memory is hinted to be weirdly strong. He remembers so many details even from small talks months ago, talking about Denji and "10.000¥ is 10.000¥"

"If there's anything I can do, I want you to come to me" has the same energy with "It's save through cloth, right?". It's not just a random empty words. It must be relevance in the future, right? RIGHT???

IN MY CONCLUSION

I think that's it. If you think there's more evidence to foreshadow their relationship, feel free to discuss about it! For me personally, their dynamics is very interesting and it would take much more effort to develop them into nothing than something.

I am VERY positive that their relationship would go deeper beyond what we have now. Honestly let's be real, it would be more interesting if their relationship develops romantically. Not only it would break shounen rules, but it also will be a major character development for both Yoshida and Denji. And apparently it suit the subplot we had right now, conforming your real identity. However I don't hate the idea of them being platonically too.

Also their dynamics goes from "haha funny comedic duo with gay jokes sprinkles" to "I could see you for who *you* are, but our traumas and our limited social abilities has shaped us to threaten each other, we understood everything yet we understand nothing (also let's blame the government)" in exactly 30 chapters after their first meeting in part 2, crazy.

#yoshida #yoshida hirofumi #denji #yoshiden #yoshida x denji #chainsaw man #chainsaw man part 2 #analysis? kinda #more like my ramblings but it will make sense one day TRUST

[writtenjewels]

Dress Uniform

[Happy Veterans Day and thank you to all who served in the military]

Jason only wore his dress uniform one time in his entire military career: the day he officially earned his commission. All those days he spent making his brain nearly leak out of his ears brought him to that moment. He swelled with pride as they pinned the stripes on his uniform.

And now he was pulling it out of the closet again. The thing was wrapped to keep it in good condition despite being shoved in a closet for years. He put it on one piece at a time, remembering how everything was supposed to fit even after all this time. He got a look at himself in the mirror.

Jason was a different person from the guy who wore this uniform the last time. He was so lost before—desperate to get away from his shitty life, not even caring if his military career ended with a folded up American flag sent to his family. He repeated lies that grew into a shield around his real self. He was the overzealous patriot, the guy on the fast track with his career.

On the outside, he hadn't changed that much. He sported a few more lines around the eyes and mouth, but he still had the physique of a soldier. Jason wore his hair in the same style, though that was because he saw no reason to mess with it. And there were his tattoos. Whatever his motivation for getting them, Jason kept them on his skin.

“Jason?” He turned at the voice and smiled at Salim. The older man was in his dress uniform, too. Jason had never seen him in it before.

“We match,” Jason noted with a little smile. The colors were a little different but the style looked pretty similar. He reached out to smooth the collar of Salim's top. His fingers ran along the shoulder to Salim's medals. “Look at you. Pretty decorated.”

“Yours are pretty impressive, too,” Salim answered with a light brush over Jason's chest. “Are you ready to go? Penny has the car running.”

“Yeah, just about. You sure we don't gotta say anything?”

“No, Eric will be the one doing all the talking. All we need to do is stand there and look pretty.”

“Guess I can do that,” Jason nodded, chuckling. His fingers tightened a little on Salim's collar and he pulled the man toward him. “Hey, Salim. Thank you for your service. I know you didn't have a choice, but... you know.” He wet his lip and heaved a sigh. “This is why Eric's doin' talking.”

“It's all right, direi,” Salim assured him gently. “There is a saying that actions speak louder than words, and you are the loudest person I've ever know.”

“Can't really tell if that's a compliment or not,” Jason snorted.

“I understand what you mean to say,” Salim said. His hand cradled Jason's cheek as he leaned in closer. Jason swallowed the lump in his throat. Yeah, Salim always understood him from the first moment they met.

And that was the biggest difference between who he was now and the man he used to be. He hadn't lowered his shield so much as thrown it away, and he stopped telling so many lies.

“Thank you for your service, Jason,” Salim rumbled. The words carried such a wide range of emotions when Jason heard them. Sometimes he was proud, others embarrassed. Hearing them from Salim made him feel humble.

“I love you,” he confessed, and pressed his lips to Salim's. He heard Salim echo the words against his mouth before their lips sealed again. A sudden bang interrupted the moment. Jason extracted himself slowly—he wasn't going to be ashamed of kissing the love of his life.

“Hey!” Jason's sister Penny stood in the doorway with her hands on her hips. “Y'all can do that shit later! We got an honorary ceremony to get to!”

“Yes, ma'am,” Jason replied as Salim chuckled beside him. The two moved to follow but Salim stopped them.

“I almost forgot to give you this,” he mentioned, holding out a hat. Jason's heart jumped a little in surprise recognizing the gray color. But of course it wasn't his old hat; he threw that thing away a long time ago. This one was new, and on the front someone drew in two symbols: a sword and a shield.

“Salim.” Jason swallowed the emotion welling in his throat. “This don't go with the uniform.”

“Maybe not,” Salim allowed, placing the hat on Jason's head, “but you wouldn't be you without it.”

#jason/salim #jalim #jason x salim #salim othman #jason kolchek #jason kolchek x salim othman #house of ashes

[beevean]

This image! God this image! Mrs. Kojima really cooked here. I love and adore prelude to revenge so much! This scene and what happens subsequently there after could have no dialogue and it would still be perfectly understood with how well the emotions are conveyed in her illustrations.

Also Isaac looks phenomenal. Have I mentioned that I love prelude to revenge? What are some of your favorites?

BRO

you come to me and you give me the chance to gush about Prelude to Revenge, the best thing that came out of the Castlevania franchise?????

(i'm going to get assassinated for that lol)

i, ugh. i. i love how Kojima here handled the Hector/Isaac fight! It's from Isaac's POV, not Hector's - we're seeing the events from the POV of the antagonist. We already root for Hector and his will to run away from Dracula's insanity by this point. We are made to at least try to sympathize with the other guy, who so far proudly declared to be a weapon for destruction.

Hector uses a underhanded tactic to win: he slashes Isaac's thighs. He also breaks part of his armor, symbolically being the reason of Isaac's sanity slipping. He's about to deliver the coup de grâce...

"I still… can’t follow you? Have I lost…?"

(Hector's eye! Icy cold! Beautiful!)

... but instead, he humiliates his former friend further: he breaks his sword, and he forces him to live, while he himself crawls away to die far away. Hector refuses to share that moment of weakness with Isaac.

"Is this the arrogance... of the winner?!"

(actually, 優れる means "to surpass, to outstrip, to excel". Hector didn't just win: he's the one who always excels over Isaac. the resentment here <3)

And what's Isaac to do? He, too, limps back home, knowing full well what is going to await him: a disappointed Lord. A Lord who always favored Hector, because he's better than Isaac. And he proved him right. And it eats at him inside.

"You don’t answer even if I call... Ha... Did he even cut off my power?

Take a look at this pathetic sight, my Lord, my broken sword used as a cane My body is the proof of Your expectations for him Please ridicule me, scold me Next time I will do whatever it takes."

PtR doesn't go into detail about Isaac's inferiority complex, unlike the MF manga - but the way it conveys it it's just. argh. this man.

And then he reaches the castle... or what is left of it.

This is a masterpiece of a page. You can almost hear the howling wind. If this was an anime, it would have no music at all. Isaac is drawn at his most detailed and his most handsome as his face is washed in horror. You don't need anything to get hit with the realization that Isaac didn't just lost a fight, he lost his entire life: he has no home that would allow him to live, no Lord to serve, no friend to fight with, and even his magic has been cut out. He has nothing left, through no direct fault of his own.

Isaac wasn't there to protect his Lord. Because of Hector.

"I won't let you say that your rebellion has nothing to do with this! Had you cut off my head as well, I would not have seen this... Hector...!"

And as the real heroes of the story stand in the dawn to admire their hard-earned victory against evil, a broken man vows revenge for being forced to live on.

And man, will he take his revenge.

this is fucking peak man i can't stop eating my own hands it's so good it's so GOOD

I feel bad for Isaac! This simping asshole who will go then to kill an innocent woman and torment his former friend with! This piece of shit who wanted to happily exterminate mankind is genuinely pitiable in these circumstances! But the story doesn't hold your hand to make you feel sorry for him - it respects your intelligence enough to understand the facts and draw your own conclusions

Kojima is not only an artist out of this world, but an excellent writer.

urgh but it would take me too long to talk about my favorite scenes from this short manga! I made a lot of posts about it! It's so packed with scenes, beautiful quotes, poignant character moments, symbolism...

Ah, it sure deserved to be adapted :')

(also yes Isaac can be very good-looking when he wants to. He has honestly one of my favorite designs in the series precisely because his face has unique features. highly underrated <3)

#castlevania #akumajou dracula #curse of darkness #prelude to revenge #isaac laforeze #hector castlevania #please come to me to allow me to gush because it makes me so happy #thank you!

[buckleydiazmp4]

hey, you were saying that you don't think izzy should've died and that you didn't agree with his character arc for reflected upon reasons. is it okay to ask what those reasons are? you just always have interesting opinions about tv and i'd love to know about this one

oh hi! well i'm happy to share my thoughts since you asked so politely lol i just didn't share them earlier bc when there's discourse ppl act so vile sometimes

anyways. izzy hands huh. multi-faceted, complicated, very intense character. let me begin by saying the fact that david jenkins and con o'neill managed to do a total 180 on izzy in terms of how the audience reacted to him between s1 and s2 without fundamentally ruining his character is astounding!! i think the whole point of izzy has always been the fact that he's a man who tends to hold on too tight to the stuff that gives him a semblance of safety (even though that stuff is usually pretty traumatic lol) and across s2 we see him slowly loosening his grip on blackbeard. the fact that it was precisely blackbeard's brutal return that made izzy realize both him and ed were in too deep really just adds to how awesome the writing was this season.

and now, just to clarify: i didn't say i disagreed with his character arc, but with the way it was executed. as in, i think izzy's journey was perfectly well written and acted out by con (please give that man an award), and up until the finale it was actually very well executed!! it's the last plot device that i disagree with.

killing off izzy was a bold choice, and a very common way in which writers both show redemption and pull poignant reactions from the audience, which is ultimately what any show strives for!! for the audience to feel deeply about certain characters or stories. i think ppl have forgotten that and focused so much on wanting everything to be emotionally "clean" and lacking of controversy. guys!! the whole of fiction isn't supposed to cater to everyone!! that's why it's fiction!! it can be manipulated by creators and audience alike and each individual piece is supposed to be different. if you don't like emotional ups and downs in the media you consume that's understandable, but don't condemn the pieces of media that do have it. simply don't watch if you don't like it. i personally like these feelings, the ugly, and the dirty, and the unfair, and the painful, the human!!! it's part of the experience and they did it well this season.

even with that in mind though, i think death was only one of the many options through which they could've symbolized izzy finally letting go of blackbeard and the toxicity that name represented for all of them. i get how 'i wanna go' as a show of the deliberate decision izzy is making to escape from the emotional turmoil of ruthless piracy is trying to make his death seem like a way for him to rest, but. it's a pretty definitive rest and i think it wouldn't have been necessary, considering that one of the main things izzy learns this season is that you can spend years in a terrible environment but it's still never too late to pursue something softer for yourself and for the people you love. he says it, too: 'it's about belonging'.

as much as it is understandable to have wanted to take the way of the tragic and unexpected, for the sake of impact and to heighten the significance of what izzy has become this season, it would've been nice to see him stare at a long, happy future with the new family he's acquired aboard the revenge. ed let go of blackbeard without it meaning he had to renounce to the rest of his life for it, why couldn't izzy? it would've been wonderful to see all those years of life experience as a pirate reconcile with the reality that they're not dependent on isolating yourself from others. for izzy to have become captain, or even frenchie's first mate, would've been an excellent seal to his story, even leaving a future full of possibility to further explore how his character gets acquainted with his new way of looking at the world.

izzy put it that way: it is about letting go of ego for something larger. and his death can mean many things simultaneously, but it can also mean that without his ego he couldn't live. which. i do disagree with, so.

i don't know!!! i just think about it many different ways!! like in this post specifically i chose to see it under a different light than what i'm currently writing, and neither of those opinions cancel each other out; they can coexist!! that's the fun thing about fictional media interpretation!! it's also why we have devices like fanfiction and fanart and meta!! the fact that something played out in a specific way on screen doesn't mean it's set in stone as something good or bad, there are always shades of grey.

#woof this thing turned out SO LONG wtf #anyways i'm flattered you value my tv opinions :) and i hope this answered your question #anon #sara answers #ofmd #ofmd s2 spoilers #izzy hands #blackbeard #david jenkins #con o'neill

[sneezemonster15]

It's hilarious how easy Naruto fans find it to be dismissive or derogatory of Kishimoto. He must have forgotten because I don't see what 'I' want to see, he is a bad writer because shit didn't make sense to 'me', he is misogynistic because Hinata and Sakura are lame female characters, he is fascist because Sasuke didn't get what he wanted, he is a bad storyteller because the end pairings don't have romantic development, he is homophobic because Sasuke and Naruto didn't end up together or worse reasons than that, he is heteronormative because he is Japanese who doesn't know anything about homosexuality.

You have to be on a similar wavelength to understand certain things and some fans obviously aren't. And they blame that on Kishimoto rather than looking into themselves if they got it right. No curiosity whatsoever. Don't wanna find out. Don't wanna think. But right in front of the line when it comes to dissing the creator.

Oh yeah, Kishi must be dumb because you couldn't understand what he wanted to say. Lol. How can you understand love if you don't know what it means? How can you even begin to understand complex feelings and perception when your own are so underexamined?

Don't blame the problems of your lens on the creator. He is a critically well acclaimed creator widely syndicated throughout the world and you on the other hand, are still playing 'She and He sitting in a tree....". Show some damn respect.

I am sure there are many things about the story that trouble you but you haven't spoken it aloud yet because you still wanna keep your bubble intact and keep conforming to whatever social groups you are a part of. Saying it out loud will destroy it. Don't worry, we all do it with something or the other. I am absolutely positive that you know there are things about the story that confirm SNS, I know for a fact that you secretly know it's romantic because you use the same tropes and symbolism for your het romance. You are fooling just like, no one. It's so easy to find inconsistencies and logical fallacies and absolutely avoidable faux pas in your theories, I mean a child can do it. No seriously. And they have lol.

I mean if you wanna argue just for the heck of it, I am sure you will find someone to entertain you. There are many takers of things like that here.

But kindly consider my suggestion. Introspect and be honest. Let your id show. Let it out man, it's high time. We have entered 2023 already and you don't wanna wait longer to stop being so backward and obsolete. It's been much too long.

It doesn't matter what your 'subjective interpretation', is, if it's not the knowledge or perception that it's a love story, it's shit. And wrong. You can 'come at me' for saying that, lol, or not. Can't care less. But that's just it. You will just be wrong.

#naruto fandom #naruto #sasuke #sns #kishimoto #narusasu #sasunaru

[astarab1aze]

Get to Know the Mun !

ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴘɪᴄᴋ ᴜᴘ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴜʀʀᴇɴᴛ ᴍᴜꜱᴇ(ꜱ) ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ?

Well, it started with Kaede when I came back (and it was JJK that coaxed me out of retirement), but I took a three-year hiatus from roleplay et al. I didn't feel like I belonged anymore so, meh, left. Decided to focus on a fic (for Kaede ksjdhfs) during that time, some side projects too, but then the idea for the universe this blog focuses on came into being. At first, I just wanted to share it with the homies, but it was so unrefined yet so perfect for OCs, I had to expand and expand and expand - and then I thought, "Why not take it to tumblr, your natural habitat?" So here we are. All of the muses on this blog are rehashings of many many other muses I've had over the years, updated, changed as needed - I wanted to write the oldies without them being old, y'know? I missed them! So I combined some traits from some of them, new faces, etc. Threw 'em all in the pot and fleshed them out a liiiittle bit more through interactions, which only made me want to write them more and now I suffer endlessly (affectionate).

ɪꜱ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ?

Aside from the obvious (graphic noncon, pedophilia, incest)? Not really, I'll write just about anything, even if I hate it. Like, I hate coffee shop AUs, but I'll write in one, y'know? I hate murder, but I'll write one. I hate angst, but I'll drown myself in it for free. I don't believe in limiting myself when authors like GRRM exist, and in order to be a well-rounded writer, imo, you gotta try things that disgust or terrify you (in writing). Research, getting into the heads of bad people to understand them so you can write a better villain or problematic 'good guy', further flesh out a life-changing experience for x character, etcetc. I'm just here to write and expand on established technique, style, storytelling ability, symbolism, stuff like that

ɪꜱ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ?

It depends on some things, but I like to write stories and about characters who recognize the complications and hardships of life, be they with or without reason. Toxic relationships, smut, family life, monologues, horror when it suits me, dealing with trauma of any kind, romance at all, fantasy fantasy fantasy, etc. Can't think of anything super specific; It's really more about the themes I weave into everything. Growth, healing, wounding, what can make them worse, etc. It honestly goes the fuck on.

ʜᴏᴡ ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴜᴘ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴꜱ?

I get brainworms. Sometimes from single words, a visual, vague inspiration, video game lore - and I think about it forever until it becomes A Thing against my will ksjdhfs On occasion, I'll just have an idea ready to go, but will have to expand on it later

ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ ɪɴ ꜱɪʟᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴏʀ ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴘʟᴀʏ ᴍᴜꜱɪᴄ?

I write with music on. If I don't write with music playing, it's because I have to keep my eyes and ears open for the munchkin and puppies. But I have to have noise playing in the background somehow, somewhere, or I go crazy and get nothing done.

ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴘʟᴀɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʀᴇᴘʟɪᴇꜱ ᴏʀ ᴡɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇᴍ?

I plan almost nothing. I like to have as organic a response as possible for my replies and asks, and developments.

ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ ꜱʜɪᴘᴘɪɴɢ?

Oh yes, all the ships, give them to me. I love to ship, as long as the characters have chemistry and develop. I'll ship just about anything if the vibes are right.

ᴡʜᴀᴛ'ꜱ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴀʟɪᴀꜱ/ɴᴀᴍᴇ?

Taro !

ᴀɢᴇ?

Over 25

ʙɪʀᴛʜᴅᴀʏ?

October 27th

ꜰᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀ(ꜱ)?

Every purple known to man, black, and teal

ꜰᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ ꜱᴏɴɢ(ꜱ)?

You cannot put me on the spot like this. I listen to way, way too much music and have lots of songs I listen to on repeat from trap to metal to dark country to instrumental to r&b, so on and so forth

ʟᴀꜱᴛ ᴍᴏᴠɪᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜᴇᴅ?

Pretty Things, which, uh, was fucking wild.

ʟᴀꜱᴛ ꜱʜᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜᴇᴅ?

The Witcher - literally do not @ me.

ʟᴀꜱᴛ ꜱᴏɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ʟɪꜱᴛᴇɴᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ?

Fight For Me, by AlicebanD

ꜰᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ ꜰᴏᴏᴅ?

Potatoes :)

ꜰᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ ꜱᴇᴀꜱᴏɴ?

Spring and Fall and nothing else (i do not count the 87346823 other seasons in my state >:/)

ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ᴛᴜᴍʙʟʀ ʙᴇꜱᴛ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ?

I have a few tumblr besties! Particularly those I've been writing with for a literal decade, since I first started roleplaying on tumblr ( @elysiumtouched & @melancholymirth , and I love them immensely), but I've made other friends too, and sorta-friends, over the years and enjoy having them around, whether we write all the time and talk or not.

Tagged by: @origami-assassin (and others) ! <3 Tagging: anyone that hasn't done this yet!

#☿ || Mun. #/ if any of this makes sense

[vriskakinnieaynrand]

you understand certain things. why do these guys want everyone not to be trans? you know? because like, from where I'm standing at great remove, it seems like half the reason or more is just to stake out their own identity, you know. we're NOT those liberals, we HATE the trans. like that's how it looks to me. but idk I'm not close to it.

wdym why. why in the sense of 'what reasons have you personally heard', or why in the sense of 'what's a plausible ideological framework for the main current of public statements'? the two are not the same! for a number of reasons.

first, ppl don't straightforwardly air out their brainworms or bare the darkest recesses of their souls in the genre of political oration. it's just a (sensible) constraint of the genre. yr trying to make yrself look authoritative, which requires looking functional, sane, etc., perhaps more so than you actually are

second, these recesses aren't necessarily beliefs. they aren't necessarily things you can just up and state - they can be patterns you've noticed (or hallucinated), deep symbolic vocabularies...

third, i've met some weird people. like, here's something i've actually heard: "i get that we should let people do what they want and all, but one thing i'm worried about is... doesn't it really suck to be a man? so if we let people transition, most men will decide they'd rather be women, and then, as a straight woman, who will i date?"

but this was at the beginning of the current wave of "reminder that transition is an option", when it was still an obscure thing that rationalists and communists did, and when the culture - including, like, 'blue tribe', 'coastal liberal' culture - was really weird about traditional gender roles. i went to a liberal arts college in new england and had a mutual crush that never went anywhere because neither of us had thought to come out as anything, and while it was getting déclassé to call someone a faggot, a man with a scarf or skinny jeans was a 'metrosexual', which meant the same thing.

(also, when word got out that the girl i was seeing had religious objections to sex before marriage - with a narrow enough definition of 'sex' that in practice it wasn't an issue, lol - i was advised, with as far as i could tell a straight face, 'what? just rape her, bro.' at, like, a social event, with other people and everything. things were bad back then!)

anyway... conservatism. american conservatism is generally pro-instrumentalization. you're born into a network of duties - to God, family, country, and so on - and as you mature you carry out those duties and take on others. you 'find a place in society', fit yourself into a vast machine as a set of gears so that society can extract work from you - ideally (if you're in the right class for it) work that is rewarded with money, which is how society tells you what it cares about -

and, like, there's no 'you' anywhere in this process. there are harmless affectations and personality traits, which don't get in the way of yr self-instrumentalization, of discharging yr duties - but anything that does is either selfishness or perversion. if you let your wants get ahead of society's, you're selfish; if you're too deranged to resist your desires, you're a pervert. in some sense, both of these things are Sin

you also aren't supposed to deliberate on the norms and structures of society. because this might lead people into temptation, into selfishness or perversion, or in some other way make everything worse. civilization is hard to build and easy to destroy, and destruction is evil

which is how you get people assuming everyone's secretly gay and heterosexuality is just a prosocial thing people go through the motions of. they don't know!

i think it's not all like that, though, and some ppl actually are worried abt the like medicalization / pathologization of gender variance. what if we let ppl transition the pressures to conform to gender norms intensify and we end up like iran? that would in fact be bad! (it seems like ppl have kinda realized this and stopped posting egg memes about anyone mildly gnc, which is progress, that shit was so annoying lol)

of course, another facet of the conservative thing is Traditional Gender itself. men are agents and have high sex drives; women are patients and have low sex drives. your wife probably isn't that into you, she's just using you as a bundle of resources, which is how things should be since if you give them freedom they'll never marry and your civilization will die out (and men will become degenerates in order to fuck loose women, like drug addicts who make filthy "music" in order to fornicate with groupies, instead of doing something prosocial and making themselves marriageable), so trans women are Perverts and trans men were Groomed. obviously AGP is a thing and AAP isn't, who'd associate fuckability with men? gross! no, a wife, properly speaking, is another currency society uses to reward good behavior. why do women put up with being used as currency? idk, inscrutable woman reasons, but they shouldn't have a choice in the matter anyway, any more than a man should have a choice to marry a man, or to remain a bachelor without good reason such as being a monk. furthermore, no-fault divorce and "dating" are both degenerate and we should bring back arranged marriage. this is all from the darkest fringes of the 2010s blogosphere of course, except now there's matt walsh...

[tired-teacher-blog]

Hello dear, here's my request for All Might smut, thanks for accepting it.

I love angst, so it could be something related to a situation where the SO (female pls) and our number 1 hero had a fight, the reason could be anything, is up to you. Then, in the middle of it, they hurt eachother feelings by saying mean things, the reconciliation comes after days of both avoiding any kind of contact, starting w angry, rough sex and then half way fluffy/cuddling sex. Oh, and please can I get a lot of kissing and... 'down there kissing' too?

Thanks Teach!

Hi babe! You got it 🤩 I'm sorry it took me too long to do it, but I really enjoyed it and I'm sure you'll do too! I love you sweetheart ❤️

Title : It's not over

Characters : All might/ fem reader

Genre : NSFW/ +18/ angst/ fluff

Note : This story occurs when All might was still the number one hero and before passing OFA to baby Izuku.

Please do not read if you're a minor

Masterlist

Aaaah it's time..

You stated excitedly as you plopped down on the couch and turned on the TV.

Your boyfriend, Toshinori Yagi, also known as All might, is having an interview to talk about his latest entanglement with the villains.

You two have been together for almost two years, the happiest of your life.

That being said, a relationship with the number one hero comes with its challenges, it's a rollercoaster ride if you were to be frank.

You two are in love -deeply so- that part is true, but never have you been out on a date like any other couple, never have you exchanged loving words when your friends and coworkers at school are around, and never have you told anyone that you two were dating.

It hurt sometimes, not being able to claim him like you wish you would, especially when you see other girls and women throwing themselves at him like ants on sugar.

But it's worth it, at the end of the day he is yours and you are his.

No matter how many women wish to have him, you're the only one who actually does, and that's enough for you.

_ "Ladies and gentlemen, let's welcome our symbol of peace, number one hero All might!" The TV presenter cheered as she welcomed your man.

_ "Thank you very much miss, I am happy to be here." You smiled instinctively seeing your boyfriend's beaming features.

_ "So tell us All might, how was it like to be in that mission against the league all by yourself? We only saw titbits of the fight as it wasn't easy to get close to the location, but the small footage we were able to obtain showed us just how powerful our number one is." The lady swooned over him and she wasn't even trying to hide it. In fact it was obvious that she wanted him to know.

This was not a new occurrence, and it was something you learned to live with, but it still pissed you off a little.

_ "Yes! I want you as well as everyone else to know that as long as I'm here, you can carry on with your lives as usual and leave the rest in the capable hands of the heroes!" His words always brought peace among the public.

_ "Oh Mr All might you really know how to calm a lady's heart don't you?" She giggled brushing her fingers along his arm and you just tensed up seeing that.

Sure, women as well as men are usually lining up to get a glimpse of him, a word, an autograph or a picture, but never has anyone crossed the line before.

You tapped your foot in an attempt to contain your frustration, but what you couldn't understand was why did he look unbothered.

You didn't expect him to push her away or anything like that. Even you knew that's unreasonable, but he could at least show some annoyance right?

_ "So tell us, because everyone here is interested to know, are you still single?" Her eyes gleamed hopefully and you were overwhelmed with a weird mixture of anger and despair. It's because you already knew the answer he was about to provide.

_ "I'm single of course! I dedicated my heart and my body to the good of the people years ago!" You rolled your eyes as you mouthed the words with him.

_ "Oh my! You're melting this lady's heart." She responded pointing at herself, as if it wasn't obvious. "But tell us something Mr All might, if you were to be in a relationship, what kind of person would you be interested in?" She batted her fake eyelashes as she spoke.

You didn't understand all the personal questions she was throwing his way, wasn't this interview supposed to be about his recent mission?

_ "Ah, well I guess I would say someone like yourself!"

What? Was he serious? Couldn't he just avoid the question like he usually does?

_ "Mr All might I'm so flattered! You are..

You couldn't watch anymore of that bullshit and switched off the TV as the woman was still talking.

It bothered you more than you thought it would. You love him so much, but things like that take a toll on you. And it didn't help that your boyfriend possesses an affectionate and approachable personality.

You paced the room impatiently waiting for his return, and time couldn't have possibly passed any slower.

It was well into the night when he finally returned home. And the first thing he did was greet you with his blinding smile, but you were in no mood to return it and he knew immediately that something was wrong.

_ "Y/n sweetheart is everything okay?"

_ "I don't know, shouldn't I be the one asking that?! Maybe I was wrong! I thought this could work if I was a little patient but you disregarded me entirely!"

He was shocked to see your outburst, and for a second couldn't find the right words. And apparently he kept quiet for longer than he should have, because your screaming resumed.

_ "And what about that tramp who interviewed you? Is that really your type? Flirty forward women?"

_ "Y/n stop yelling please! You know exactly that none of that meant anything. You of all people should know that." He rarely ever scowled, but this time he did, and it made everything seem worse.

_ "Yeah, I'm the one who should know, I'm the one who should understand, I'm the one who should be patient. And what do you have to do?!" You stopped for a moment before continuing in a calmer voice that did not reflect your next words:

_ "I can't do this anymore."

He widened his eyes and shook his head in disapproval:

_ "No, y/n please don't do this. Let's talk about it."

_ "I'm done talking." You responded curtly and immediately left his appartement before he could notice the tears in your eyes.

He couldn't believe what happened, he could've easily stopped you from leaving if he so wished, but would that be right? You clearly didn't want to be there.

For the first time in his life, he felt helpless. Watching the person he cares about the most in pain because of him was torture.

Days have passed, and neither of you tried to contact the other. You were stubborn and mad, but he was honestly scared.

He wanted to give you some time to cool down before trying anything. He feared that if he pushed you when you're still furious, he'd lose you for good. He wasn't about to risk it.

Even at school, you avoided him, apart from the polite head bow and the quiet "good morning's", you exchanged no words.

You kept an eye on him through his TV appearances. It wasn't enough, obviously, but there was nothing you could do about it. You were still not ready to talk after all.

You've noticed that his smile wasn't genuine anymore, it felt forced and fake and you hated it as well as yourself. But what could you do?

Days turned into weeks, but nothing had changed.

Was that it for you? Were you supposed to finally move on?

_ "Damnit I hate this.." You muttered under your breath as you downed your fifth drink that evening.

You were at the annual heroes gala, and you were practically forced to attend. The country's top heroes all there in one hall, so obviously Toshinori was too.

You sat at the bar drowning in your own misery as you watched from the corner of your eye how every woman at the party surrounded him.

You hated every part of it. You couldn't say or do a thing except watching.

_ "Hey y/n! Why are you sitting here all by yourself? Come join us!" Yamada urged you as he grabbed your arm to help you up, but apparently you were a bit too drunk than you thought. You stumbled over your own feet and fell straight into his chest, bringing both of you to the ground.

The loud thud was enough to turn every head your direction, including the man you had been eyeing the whole evening.

Toshinori's eyes widened as he saw the compromising position you landed on. Legs on each side of your friend's, hands fisting his shirt to keep you balanced, and nose brushing against his.

You two stared at each other for a moment and you instinctively turned your head to where the number one hero was standing, only to find him gritting his teeth and glaring at the both of you.

Wait.. an opportunity just presented itself and you quickly took advantage of it. You wanted him to feel the way you always have, maybe then he'll understand the pain he's been causing you.

You turned around to look at Yamada who started laughing uncontrollably, and joined his fit -still sitting on his lap- before asking between giggles: "Are you okay? I donno what came over me, look at us! If someone manages to take a picture we're screwed."

_ "I don't mind being enveloped in a scandal with you." He answered playfully placing one arm around your waist.

Truthfully, you and Yamada have been close friends ever since you joined UA, and this kind of joke is something you both exchanged frequently without having any meaning behind it. You didn't like each other that way which makes the joking part comfortable.

Toshinori on the other hand didn't look pleased at all, and his reaction was the last thing you expected to see.

He walked right up to you and grabbed your arm, lifting you with ease and pulling you out of the hall.

It was quiet as he did so, everyone was in shock witnessing the scene, and you could've heard a pin drop.

He kept his tight hold on your wrist as he dragged you to his car. Neither of you said a word the whole ride home.. his home, and only when he finally stopped the car did you turn around to speak:

_ "What was that? Aren't you worried what everyone might think after what you just pulled? Surely you don't want anyone to start talking." You stressed the last part mockingly and his fists clenched around the wheel.

_ "Don't test me y/n, I'm not in the mood for your games." His voice dropped lower as he tried his hardest to remain calm.

_ "Take me home, I don't want to be here." Your frustration grew by the second, but so did his.

_ "You're not going anywhere until we talk this over. Get out." It was a first, he has never spoken to you this way before. And you didn't know if it was the alcohol in your system or your longing for him, but a warm feeling started forming between your thighs.

You followed him inside, it was the first time you stepped foot into his appartement since that day.

_ "What do you want to talk about anyway?" You asked crossing your arms, not even taking a seat, you just wanted to get it over with and leave.

_ "Your irresponsible behavior tonight! What was that all about?"

_ "You are the last person to talk to me about proper behavior." You stomped your way to him pointing an accusing finger as you spoke. "I'm supposed to keep quiet and watch as you enjoy those women's advances? Don't make me laugh!"

_ "No that's not what I'm saying. Don't you trust me at all?" His expressions softened as desperation laced his voice. But you weren't about to lose to him.

_ "This has nothing to do with trust! This is about you disregarding my feelings."

_ "You think I don't know that after what happened tonight everyone will start asking questions? Would I have done it if I didn't care about you?"

_ "Oh I'm sorry, that must've ruined it for you, but it's fine you can come up with something like you always do."

Tears started forming in your eyes and you struggled to fight them back. "I'm leaving." But you barely managed to take a few steps before two strong arms hugged you from behind pinning you in place.

_ "No, I'm not letting you leave, I should've stopped you the first time but I'm not making the same mistake again." All thoughts had left your mind and you couldn't say anything after that.

He picked you up and marched to his bedroom.

Your body bounced on top of his mattress and the next thing you knew, his lips were on yours.

It was fast and sloppy and urgent, like he was afraid you'd leave him again.

Little did he know that despite being outraged, you were not about to go anywhere.

You fisted his hair and bit the fat tongue tracing the insides of your mouth, smirking when a deep groan left his throat.

So this is how you want to play it?

He pulled away eyes flaring up with lust and exasperation, before grabbing the neck of your shirt and tearing it apart to leave you only in your bra.

_ "Fuck I missed this." He hissed under his breath and proceeded to do the same with the rest of your clothes.

It all happened in a split second, that when you sat up to quarrel with him about ruining your clothes, a sharp cry left your mouth instead when his head dove in between your legs immediately devouring your already seeping cunt.

You threw your head back, one hand grabbing the sheets while the other pressed his head down further against your pussy.

His tongue fucked its way into your core, licking your gummy walls and kissing your cervix as it went. And all you could do was mewl and writhe underneath him as the intense pleasure engulfed your senses.

From the corner of your eye, you saw one of his hands travel from your thigh to his pants, desperately working on releasing his confined cock. You moaned and twitched into his mouth at the sight of his already fully erected dick thrusting into his half clenched fist.

You wanted more, and you went for it. You planted your feet on the mattress and tightened your fist around his locks before thrusting up into his mouth. You kept fucking his face and he kept fisting his cock until you both neared your release.

Suddenly, Toshinori's hand moved back to your jerking hips, big palms clenching your sides and planting you flush against the bedsheets before resuming his assault on your drooling, winking pussy.

He sucked your clit and grazed his teeth over your lower lips and all you could do was gasp for air.

One of his hands then moved around to your butt cheek giving you a smack and leaving a raging red palm print behind. And that was it for you, you squeezed your thighs around his head, finally climaxing in his mouth.

You slurred his name along with a few profanities as you rode out your orgasm and fell limp underneath him.

But he had other plans for you.

You watched through heavy eyes as he sat up licking his lips and taking off his own clothes.

_ "It's not over yet gorgeous, get ready for me."

_ "But, I.. aaaah!" Your sentence was cut short as a loud scream left your throat when he plunged his dick inside of your overstimulated cunt without any warning.

He immediately started moving at a merciless speed and your eyes were popping out of your head as you dug your nails in his arms and took him all in.

The loud wet shameless sounds your bodies were making added to your arousals, and you soon started moaning and whimpering against his ear when that familiar feeling started forming within you for the second time that night.

_ "Toshi.. I can't.. I'm about to cum!"

_ "I love you y/n.. I fucking love you.. I'm never letting you go." He chanted between each thrust and you tightened around him as his words almost drove you over the edge.

_ "I love you too! I love you damn it!" You cried out tears running down your face, and he suddenly stopped completely.

You felt his fingers stroking your cheeks and you opened your eyes to find a worried look on his face.

_ "I'm sorry I hurt you, I'm a selfish jerk but I promise I'll treat you better from now on. Those couple of weeks we've spent apart were hell, so please don't leave me."

You couldn't find the right words, so instead you captured his lips in a gentle kiss, one that contradicted the previous events of the evening, one that took you both back to when things were still alright.

His hands moved to caress your sides, and you arched your back and tugged on his hair, urging him to start moving again.

His thrusts were shallow at first, barely doing anything for that itch in your core. His lips moved down to your neck, leaving wet kisses on their path.

_ "Toshi.. faster, please honey." The nickname did it, he nuzzled deeper into your neck sucking and nibbling while his hips picked up the pace.

You threw your head back and bit your lower lip allowing him to take you to your blissful ending.

It didn't take much longer until you tightened around him moaning his name. He kept fucking you, chasing his own release that came moments after yours. He pulled out and released all over your tummy before falling on top of you, face buried in the crook of your neck, and you hugged him closer.

_ "So what now? You know we're going to face countless questions about tonight." You stated cautiously, unsure of his upcoming response.

_ "We'll answer them all truthfully, I will not hide our relationship anymore."

_ "Really? You would do that?!" It was unbelievable, and you were eager for further reassuring.

_ "Of course love.. you know what hurts the most? It's that despite being the nember one hero who's job is to protect others, I failed miserably to protect the person I care about the most.. I'm so sorry." He was finally able to lift his head up and look you straight in the eyes.

You smiled brightly and cupped his cheeks, pecking his nose before whispering: "It's not too late Toshi, we can always start over."

You two could finally relax into each other's arms, knowing that whatever happens, you'll be able to face it as long as you're together.

@shxt-txt

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[deathbirby]

Nabatean Slumber

After several shitposts, we have finally returned to the lore/theory posts! Just as the title says, we are going to be looking at Nabatean slumber. How does it work? What even is it? This post will be more of a theory-post.

Let's unpack!

Death

The first time in the game that we see Nabatean slumber, is when Byleth was blasted off a cliff. They slept for 5 years and woke up to a continent at war.

Here is the thing though. Byleth did go into slumber but it was not like the other Nabateans.

You see, unlike regular Nabateans who go into slumber to heal from near-death experiences, Byleth died,

"So you've managed to make it all the way to the end. For once, it seems the stars were wrong. My reading of the stars predicted that, during the war, you would fall to your death. But that was five years ago. Perhaps the prediction was true for you then somehow." - Magic Wielder

The fall killed them. It makes sense, no mortal would survive that. This is further supported by other lines:

"What have you been doing all this time?" - Edelgard

"I was sleeping" and "I was dead" are both equally valid answers. Byleth was dead, in 'eternal slumber', except they're able to wake up from it. Sounds strange, right?

This seems to be a thing related to the Crest of Flames. Sothis was also dead when Nemesis plundered the Holy Tomb, yet we are told she was slumbering.

And Nemesis was dead and brought back to life:

"Nemesis? That Nemesis? Do you really think the ancient King of Liberation has been brought back to life?" - Claude

"An incredible power that we children cannot hope to match dwells within the blood of the progenitor god. Nemesis obtained that blood, so it would not surprise me if that were the case." - Rhea

What about Edelgard? Her case seems to be unique. The Crest of Flames doesn't work the same way when you have another crest already. Crest cancer is too strong.

Near-death

I stated earlier that regular Nabateans go into slumber to recover from near-death experiences. My reasons for this are some lines in game:

Afterward, it broke my heart to see how much you would need to rest just to survive. - Seteth

Flayn, a Nabatean, went into slumber during the war of heroes to survive. It was a near-death experience.

She even has a few lines for Byleth, depending on how they answer:

Under a rock... How similar we are! As it were, I took my rest in a casket made of stone. - Flayn

She slept in a casket made of stone. That does make it sound like she was dead. Why else would you choose to sleep there? It could be symbolic or my theory is wrong and slumber = death for everyone.

But here is another theory: sleeping in a casket is normal for Nabatean slumber. It could be why Rhea did not want to bury Sitri. Not just because of the cold, dark soil, but because her resting in a casket implies she could come back.

Oh. Well, I suppose one's first long slumber is difficult to recall... - Flayn

FIRST long slumber? Huh, sounds like going into slumber is pretty normal for Nabateans. Not that that's a huge shock. Seteth immediately understands when Byleth tells them they slept for 5 years.

But. man, they must really suck at surviving if they keep getting close to death's door!

Who else do we have left?

Relics

Ah, right. The corpses of the slaughtered Nabateans. Is their current state a "slumber"? They're dead, Rhea tells us that quite clearly.

Why do they twitch then? Why do they sap the life-force of their wielders? Why do they glow when activated, similar to Rhea's "truest" form at the end of SS?

Are the relics aware, somehow? Miklan turns into a black beast, and Maurice suffered a similar fate. Was that the relics trying to return to their original state? Why does it happen more frequently to a non-crested person, then? Do they see crested people as fellow Nabateans, and thus don't want to do a take-over? Does it take longer because they need time to come to the realization that this is a human with Nabatean blood? Or was it just an act of revenge?

The game doesn't give us any concrete answers when it comes to the Relics. All of it is left vague and up to interpretation.

So, what are your thoughts on it?

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