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jangmi-latte · 2 years

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This is a defamation. I can't believe that the English company of Disney would even think of this atrocity. Now I'm scared of what they would do about Idia and Ortho in EP 6. They already did alot of death flags here and there I hope they won't censor it this time. Twst is not even targeted for children, so why they would necessarily do this, and isn't Twst a Disney game, it's stupid that they would delete the song for "copyright" purpose.

to clarify this issue in the twst eng server, both neige's yahoo rhythmic, the song itself, and the boys singing it all together was removed completely. leaving a literal question mark on what really happened and why is vil reacting that way — which is one of the biggest contributions to vil's overblot and character development.

it left a very big hole for chapter 5 and it made vil look really petty and rook the bad guy in this chapter when in reality, that is NOT THE CASE. we were supposed to experience that surprise, last song syndrome, and conflict together with the characters between choosing a very addictive and popular nursery rhyme and an originally composed song.

now, is the removal of the song, scenes, and rhythmic copyright purposes between disney eng and disney jp? it is not clear yet. while disney jp and disney eng are stand alone companies of disney itself, they profit entirely on their own accord and not with each other. meaning, they don't entirely rely on each other's management just because they're under one big company name. but that still doesn't mean it's a copyright issue. there is no speculation, no leaks, no proofs, or whatsoever. it's a FAN SPECULATION as of far.

is it a liscencing issue? that could be between disney AND aniplex but again, no proofs and no basis. jp and eng has their own laws in terms of liscencing and copyright. the song may be an original twst song but the basis is from disney usa's heigh-ho song from snow white and the seven dwarves. then why didn't disney usa report disney jp or aniplex about this? really there's no clear answer. it's just GONE in the eng server.

it's a shame for eng players to not experience the literal beauty and peak of chapter 5. that was the highest point of vil's story and character arc. it made people misjudge rook and vil, it's a whole GAP. i agree with the fear of chapter six's outcome. everything is so rushed and not proofread properly by twsten's management. while i do not play in the eng server, the aura and vibes of being in that app just doesn't feel right compared to being in the jp server.

in all honesty, the jp server is the literal HOME of all twst players internationally or nationally. it just feels RIGHT to be in that server compared to eng. this is not a biased review, this is the truth. it just sucks that language barrier is what's halting other players to know twst's true beauty and ability.

#customer service #twisted wonderland #twst #all we can do is wait and see if this will be resolved but i highly doubt it already #after the failure of renewing rook's va in their twitter posts of character reveals #i knew this won't turn the right way but i had hopes #this just...was just the final straw

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libidomechanica · 13 days

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“Tears that for ever human face…such hands, and more”

Sometimes Sun and quiet, to whom my dear I had, and things turn up. Tears that for ever human face … such hands, and more.

Reads verse and his swift foot, go a double the people you see the scent that once fell. Into my own mouth—rather, and

blue-bells them blind half-opening I could after Star, arose the Drinking onto the June for my lot, far-fleeted

by this heigh-ho! Poor Maria’s cold neglect, each green birds and so dropped, and what made a stone. ’ Poor, pale, pitiable falling

birds and myrtles when love, found? I kneel once straight not blow; roses and there so well my hopes to each of Counsels, whose

shadow One upon his due is the peach, as real Flame. I wasn’t sure of solemnly, as one that his title vain the

decoys, their umbrellas a drowsie day? I’m free resort: now will have tarried? Heavens expand, to the shadows low. Boys

will could no more! With me. By a dark as a wave on pranks and feet, feele his asthma: it’s the crag; droops the pleasure

light and soon absolvèd; if to love her, and mists, and country merry comrade walked and that, brauely maskt, there is all I

never flowers, then cried ’Tis ask and bare! If a Hungary fail? Made o’yird and frozen seas? My love me—toll the hand;

but if across your lips shall I go, see sometimes it well benumb us at our tree live; if not, till doth lie, even

if for her than I have our looks love! This youthful loveliness. So youngster hemispheres, with shown, let temple

bodies,—That’s how I plot to be. Is mixed good-bye: no lighter was so; that, then before will call on Locksley Hall,

I am inside the thorn another not, where before the thought, life, to life, God wot, no village, and so the South

comes another conquer’d the Sun. My heart which was Indignation with music. No tasting here reaching love you wrong

that Boy, proue. News I’ve descended me. And bugle-horn. At any others the fishing the world, its separate she punch.

#poetry #automatically generated text #Patrick Mooney #Markov chains #Markov chain length: 6 #201 texts #ballad

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twistedtavern · 2 years

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Okay but hear me out

Reverse chapter 5, (please note I have not seen canon chapter 5) we get 'wholesome' times with Reverse Vil and Neige. I say 'wholesome' with quotation marks because these two are gonna give this hypothetical game an M rating just by interacting and they do be commiting some light crime. But, these two absolutely just adore each other if you could see the brain movie in my head yall would go 👁️👄👁️ I really wanna write them interacting sometime soon because Reverse!Neige has TWO hands everybody

Neither Heigh Ho nor Absolutely Beautiful happen like they do in canon because Reverse!Neige can't sing, his vocal chords are shot from his smoking habits and having to yell at the dwarves every 10 minutes to keep them from committing manslaughter and Reverse!Vil just absolutely refuses to compete. Instead, the music for the rhythmic comes from a boom box Neige brought to play rock music while he and Vil commit vandalism on the VDC stage together. Reverse!Vil had his own plans to sabotage the show, but the both of them agreed to do this one just the two of them (and the dwarves because Neige can't leave them alone anywhere).

Listen, I'm all for guys being allowed to have deep emotional connections and show it without being labelled as gay but the way Vil immediately drops his spray paint and runs to hold Neige when he has a coughing fit from making an attempt to sing hits DIFFERENT

#reverse!vil #reverse!neige #reverse twst au

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lovee-infected · 3 years

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So Merlin the goddamn great, smh but no ROOK LORE I AM FURIOUS! I STILL WANT TO HEAR YOUR THOUGHTS

Warning: Spoiler alert!

Oooooofff the final episodes of chapter 5 did seriously explode the fandom I see, from the overblot Grim to our twst Merlin, everything literally everything about the end of this chapter was a big surprise but... This chapter has also brought up a considerably huge wave of drama along with it, which is basically because of Rook voting for RSA instead of NRC. I, personally, considered it to be just a reason to laugh and make a meme or two about this chapter and all. But looking at the fandom, I can clearly see that it's been causing some serious consequences, some fans/creators are leaving the fandom, there has been a couple of offensively worded Rook hate posts (small memes and jokes aren't counted) and there's ever a #RookIsOverParty on Twitter now.

Okay but, it was all cool and chill until it was just a joke. Can't you see? This happens in many fandoms! And is often a good chance to laugh! But...This is getting serious. A huge majority of this fandom (even Rook/Vil shippers and Rook stans themselves) are hating on Rook/Rook stans and fans are leaving, therefore I believe the situation needs to be clarified before it leads to more dramas.

Many of you had also requested a Rook analysis before sooooo- here we go!

First off, this episode did eventually give us a considerable amount of Rook lore although it wasn't as perfect as we wanted it to be. Most of us wanted to get to know him more, but I'd say focusing on all we've got already would do for now. But before that, let's talk about what exactly happened in chapter 5 and why are fand hating on Rook rn:

after the performances are voted on, it’s revealed that nrc lost to rsa by just a single vote. that vote turned out to be rook, who voted for rsa in favor of their own team as he was moved by their spirit. the whole nrc team is shellshocked (of course) and vil faints

it’s also later revealed that rook is one of neige’s biggest fans, possessing albums full of his bromides, going to each meet and greet, and even writing him anonymous fan letters.

Okay okay I know this was quite unexpected and resulted in NRC's loss, but before you say how much of a shitty character Rook is consider this:

1) He was totally honest with his opinion and thoughts.

One of the interesting facts regarding Rook's character design and presence in chapter 5, is how he played the role of both the huntsman and the mirror.

He was honest with his beliefs and decision, although it was against his friends. Just as how the mirror introduced Snow White as the fairest one of all although Evil Queen didn't want to hear of her.

This is also what Rook did, he judged based on his idealistics towards beauty. NOT because he's a screaming Neige fanboy and NOT because he disliked Vil.

Honestly, if there's one person whose judgement would be strong and on point, that'll be Rook and only him; in parts (2) & (4) we'll explain why.

2) His decision has nothing to do with his personal relationship with Vil!

Yes, he voted for RSA, but to assume that this means he secretly preferred Neige over Vil all this time and call him a betrayer now, that's wrong.

Look, if there one person who could judge NRC's process through the training sessions fairly, that'll be Rook. He's been there all this time, watching each and every second of Vil's coaching and team's progressing, note that he also helped Vil the most, this performance would've been impossible without his help!

But, he was also there when Vil lost it, when Vil's fear of not being the winner took over him and made him even try to poison Neige. At some point Vil was nothing like the perfect coach he was at the very beginning, and if Rook hadn't told Neige to escape who knows how terrible the whole think might've gone.

His decision, on the other hand, was HIS decision. He was asked to choose one performance, and he chose what he liked; that's all, no big deal. Note that the silly thing with the whole issue isn't mainly how Rook voted for RSA, it's also about how half of the audience as well voted for RSA which makes it sound almost stupid, this point will be explained in part (5)!

3) Have you all really forgotten what Rook is like?

I mean, come on this is what he is in general! This is Rook Hunt we're speaking of, one of the rarely known characters of the game and mister of surprises and unpredictable decisions!

Him being a Neige fan is no big deal, and I assure you, he probably stans a lot of other people else than Neige too. Don't forget that this is the same monseiur Rook who gave 100 points! to anyone who participated in NRC's VDC test, so there shouldn't really be a panic taking all over the fandom just because we know he stans Neige, Rook is one to greatly appreciate the concept of beauty in general, and Neige is one of the most famous and beautiful people in the whole twisted wonderland, so other than this being much of a snow white reference, it was totally expected to see him stanning Neige as well. Keep this in mind that just because he's a fan of Neige, it doesn't mean that he hates or he has betrayed Vil.

In Rook's point of view, there is no such thing as rivals in beauty, he just appreciates both Vil and Neige's beauty regardless of what's going on between them.

4) This chapter proved that Rook is indeed a perfect friend for Vil.

While there hasn't ever been a mention of a canon relationship between Vil and Rook, shipper may be happy to know that this episode didn't sink the ship at all. And if you judge and see through what happened in the right eye, you'll see it even shows how strong their friendship is.

Note that this wasn't the first time Rook criticizes Vil either, back in Vil's SR lab coat story he openly criticized Vil and said he's gonna get fat if he continued to eat like this. See? Rook never the once lied to Vil, he openly judges him, and his judgements are logical and on point.

Vil on the other hand is always working his hardest to improve, to become better and completer by each and every day that passes. He needs such a friend by his side to judge him nonetheless, a friend to judge him just like the mirror judged the Queen. But there's a difference, Vil accepts and appreciates criticism BECAUSE, he wants to improve.

A friend like Rook is seriously what he needs, Rook supported and helped him all the way as RSA was getting prepared for VDC, he could've just made them lose and by ruining their training sessions if he wanted to! Can't you see? He helped Vil more than anyone else, but didn't lie to him when it was the time to judge. Vil still has a long way to go, and Rook is aware. He wants Vil to see that he isn't yet complete so that he can become better than he already is.

That's it, that's what a real friend would do.

5) Twst needs to be more considerative toward story line and sudden reveals.

On the one hand, it's mainly fans who are exaggerating the whole issue and starting drama over a simple voting and all, but twst itself as well is partly guilty. This is such a huge and active fandom, each and every detail about the story can be super effective (ex: Sebek being half human, Malleus being an orphan, etc). After making RSA's Yahoo performance look super silly they worst thing they could do was to make NRC lose like this, meaningless, silly and helpless. Why?

Twst seriously needs to take details more seriously as they could've AT LEAST made this comparison sound reasonable by choosing a better and stronger song than a twisted version of Heigh-Ho.

There's absolutely nothing wrong with Rook voting for Neige, but seriously? Rook voting for Neige had to be a symbol of honesty and Rook's loyalty toward the concept of beauty itself and not Vil, not an stupid decision to make Rook prefer a childish song over NRC's wonderful performance and look like a helpless Neige fan boy.

-Sigh- Well, I guess that's all I had for now, hope I didn't miss anything. But anyway, the Rook drama is slowly getting overwhelming. There's nothing wrong with memes and jokes AS LONG AS THEY'RE JUST A JOKE- offending characters with clear intention and causing drama because of it is not okay. I know that was unexpected please remember not to exaggerate the story too much either!

#answered #starshiningsirius #twst #twisted wonderland #rook hunt #Vil Schoenheit #Pomefiore #neige leblanche #character analysis #spoilers #epel felmier

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redpanda-fan · 3 years

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Where did that come from? Pommefiore Edition

Sorry for taking so long on this! I lt took me a while but with chapter 6 breathing down my neck, I have finally got around to finish this chapter. As I said in my Scarabia one, Twisted has been coming more and more into its own with each chapter and relies less and less on the tropes of the movies it derives from as it goes on. However, there are still Easter eggs and I will find them! Here is part 5 of "Where did that come from?" With Snow White and the 7 Dwarfs (1937) and the Beautiful Oppressor.

Heartslabuyl pt2 Savanaclaw Octavinelle Scarabia

Overall

The character parallels are Vil as the Evil Queen, Rook as the huntsman, Epel as the apple, Neige as Snow white. Mc doesn't have a clear parallel and seems to be unique to the twist version of events.

"Heigh-Ho" Neige's VDC song shares a melody with the song the Dwarfs sing on their way home from the mine. It's said Neige based it off of a nursery rhyme, so would that make "Heigh-Ho" similar to the clean up song for Pyroxene?

The Dwarfs are often called kindergarteners, which relates to how Snow White thought their home belonged to orphans.

The Dwarf's hut and the surrounding forest seems like a 1:1 comparison to the one on the mountains surrounding the school. Leading me to think something happened to the original Dwarfs involving the mine, leading to the Overblot monsters that seem to inhabit the mine.

Another point to the Overblot monsters is the bubble formed in the original movie. It just makes me think of the faces of the monsters.

Character specific

👑 Vil Schoenheit 👑

Vil's AI assistant for his phone acts as his Magic Mirror, where he asks who is the most beautiful with the same level of obsession as the Evil Queen.

When Vil curses the apple juice, it had a green colour when it hit the ground. Green was the same colour of the Evil Queen's poison Apple before it went to bright red.

When Vil is threatening to use his unique magic, he says he will cause your blood to congeal and your breath will still, the same description the Evil Queen said the apple would do.

When Vil approaches Neige at his dressing room to poison him, he asks if he's alone and if the Dwarfs are gone, the same thing the Evil Queen asked while in her disguise.

Before the performance for VDC after the Overblot Vil is weak, leading to the members asking if he'll be okay to perform. Vil explains he's fine and even added that if a boulder was rolling down the hill, he wouldn't leave the stage. A boulder rolling down a hill is the way the Evil Queen died. Vil really didn't want to leave that stage, huh?

🏹 Rook Hunt 🏹

Rook as our huntsman betrayed Vil by voting in favour of RSA, leading to NRC losing by 1 vote. This ripped Vil's dream out of his hands.

Rook also chased away Neige to save him from being poisoned like the huntsman did to Snow White.

🍎 Epel Felmier 🍎

When we first meet Epel he is practising his singing by the well mirrored Snow White singing by the well when we first meet her.

I've got to say I like the direction that twisted has been going in recently with making itself stand out more. It's been really fun seeing where the story is going and based off of the stuff I've hearing is in chapter 6 I can't wait for more.

#where did this come from #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland #vil schoenheit #rook hunt #epel felmier #twst vil #twst rook #twst epel #pommefiore #neige leblanche #twst neige

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finleycannotdraw · 4 years

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Guess what? I’m re-binge-reading Good Omens. And here are some Obervations that I forgot about and some things I might put in fics. Also things I found funny. Basically my dumb commentary on the book.

Crowley actually flees Sister Mary. He doesn’t saunter vaguely away. He flees.

Ligur is rather more thoughtful than he’s portrayed in the show

Anathema likes to read about herself, and her teachers are confused because she spells words like Agnes Nutter

Crowley apologizes

By page 41, it is mentioned at least twice that Aziraphale and Crowley Do Not choose each other’s company for any reason other than that they are constants, that they have an Arrangement, and that they are Friends because being Enemies got boring.

Aziraphale blushes!!!!!!

The Drunk Scene is fuckin hilarious and it’s actually a lot longer than it is in the show, and really you ought to read it. (Book pages 47-50)

My mom (who has a PhD in human development) would probably like to talk to Crowley about upbringing because they seem to agree on how important it is

War has always looked 25, and had a vulture that died of fatty degeneration

Pollution is very cleverly compared to actual pollution

Warlock has Kermit the frog overalls, and Nanny Ashtoreth is described as someone who “advertises unspecified but strangely explicit services in certain magazines”. The tutors are present for about four paragraphs. Warlock is good at math and likes banana flavored bubblegum.

Crowley has a slice of angel cake. Aziraphale eats it. Aziraphale also eats deviled eggs. Hm.

Crowley calls Aziraphale angel casually enough to suggest he’s been doing it for a long time

Some girl at Warlock’s party calls Aziraphale a f*ggot

Crowley glares suspiciously at a gerbil. It is suggested that Hell has, in the past, sent hell-gerbils in place of hellhounds.

“Oh dear,” muttered Aziraphale, not swearing with the practiced ease of one who has spent six thousand years not swearing, and who wasn’t going to start now.

Adam and his friends play in a place called The Pit, where shopping carts go to die, apparently

Crowley is the first one to mention sides in the book!??!? Also Crowley goes on about how humans are more evil than Hell (but he calls himself evil—is he calling himself human already?)

Aziraphale yells “get off the road, you clown!”

“What’s a velvet underground?” *love confession???* “you wouldn’t like it”

Aziraphale is a bit rude to Crowley in the “flashes of love” scene and Crowley is less panicked about it

Crowley glares at the Bentley and it fixes itself

Anathema’s bike is called Phaeton

COULD THEY ACT ANY MORE MARRIED OH MY GOD

Aziraphale speaks like. Like ugh. “FlOUndeR on tHe rOcKS of inEquiTY”

“Thirty seconds later someone shot both of them. With incredible accuracy.” *cuts to a random pleasant story about Mary Hodges* *cuts back to where Aziraphale has fallen into a rhododendron and Crowley licks the paint before he knows it’s paint* dumbasses

Crowley does not slam Aziraphale into the wall

Crowley is actually pretty impatient and doesn’t argue with Aziraphale when he’s worried

“Nothing but dust and fundamentalists” “that was nasty” “sorry, couldn’t help it”

When the radio sings “Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me,” Crowley sings “for me” and then screams

Crowley asks Aziraphale if he’ll keep in touch, and Aziraphale doesn’t say tickety-boo, and then Crowley says “right” and feels very alone

the international express man is small and has glasses, and wears green woolen socks

The sword, which turns out to be Aziraphale’s, is described as having an aura of hatred and menace, which makes me think of how it could’ve gotten that aura from Heaven or from humanity or from War...

In the book Pepper has red hair and freckles, which makes it a cool comparison to War’s appearance and the defeat of War

Adam is excellent at slouching, apparently

Occasionally, as Aziraphale reads the book, he would very nearly swear

“He wouldn’t have said ‘that’s weird’ if a flock of sheep had cycled past playing violins.”

“If you had told him there were children starving in Africa he would’ve been flattered that you’d noticed.”

“...that he was English, that he was intelligent, and that he was gayer than a tree full of monkeys on nitrous oxide.” (151)

Wensleydale watches David Attenborough programs

Shadwell’s voice is described as “the color of an old raincoat” and seems to fake smoking cigarettes

Aziraphales cocoa is moldy and solidified by the time he calls Arthur Young, and has a thin layer of dust on himself too

Newt says that the walls look like nicotine and the floor looks like cigarette ash, and he suspects both are, actually, coated with these substances

Newt looks a bit like Clark Kent, and people seem to like Shadwell for some reason, much to his annoyance.

Aziraphale calls Shadwell “dear boy” on the phone

Agnes Nutter called God a daft old fool #goals

Adam is wayyyy too good at video games

Smelling Anathema’s perfume makes Newt uncomfortable

Adam suggests that Pepper ought to have Russia cause of her red hair (huh)

Anathema and Newt actually have decent conversations?? Like?? Show??? C’mon, man. The show kinda butchered their relationship.

Trees, apparently, make a ‘vvrooooommm’ sound when they grow very fast

“He suspected that Crowley was from the Mafia, or the underworld, although he would have been surprised how right he nearly was.” Shadwell also thought Aziraphale was a Russian spy. Wow, Shadwell.

Aziraphale calls Crowley and actually says “shut up” to him, and then when the answering machine beeps, he tells Crowley to “stop making noises” and then he swears for the first time ever.

The fuckin’ footnote on page 227

“A sleek computer was the sort of thing Crowley felt that the sort of human he tried to be would have.” I like the word choice here. He’s not pretending to be a human, he’s trying to be one. That’s a really important distinction.

It never actually says what Crowley does to his plants.

Crowley’s flat is very white. Wow, Crowley. It just looks dark because of the lighting. Heaven imagery and symbolism out my ears, goddammit.

Why does Hell say Crowley’s name so much when talking to him?? Honestly, I think that’s an intentional dig at his chosen name, using it in their speech to scare him. Wow, Hell. (And wow, Finn, excellent sentence)

Whenever the book says something is shaped like something, it definitely isn’t that thing. “man-shaped” “dog-shaped” “car-shaped”... makes it pretty obvious they aren’t men, dogs, or cars, huh.

The code to Crowley’s safe is 4004. The year he “slithered onto this stupid, marvelous planet”... and the year he met Aziraphale, of course. Denial ain’t just a river in Egypt, Crowley, my dude.

Crowley consideres sticking Hastur into his car until he turns into Freddie Mercury but then decides even he isn’t that cruel

Actual text that I feel like nobody really agrees with: “Madame Tracy was by many yardsticks quite stupid”

“Do I look like I run a bookshop?” “...imagine me out of uniform, sir, and what kind of man would you see before you? Honestly?” “A prat.”

I’m crying. The fucking bookshop fire scene made me fucking cry. I’m literally crying.

“...on all fours in the blazing bookshop, Crowley cursed Aziraphale, and the ineffable plan, and Above, and Below.” “The police and firemen looked at him, saw the expression on his face, and stayed exactly where they were.” “...a crack of thunder so loud it hurt....” *the sound of Finley sobbing into their cat*

The shortest biker in the cafe thing is 6′2, what the fuck

War, Famine, Pollution, and Pop Trivia 1962-1979

“Pollution removed his helmet and shook out his long white hair. He had taken over when Pestilence, muttering about penicillin, had retired in 1936. If only the old boy had known what opportunities the future had held.” HMMMMMMMMMMM

“There were no bitches in Hell either.” I know it’s talking about female dogs, but I rather thought Hell was full of bitches.

“Why are you talking like a poofter?” “Ah. Australia.”

“gOsh, aM i on teLEviSiON?” (Basically Aziraphale gets passionate about stuff and likes to talk).

Crowley is actually an optimist and doesn’t dwell too much on how sucky the world is. He doesn’t go get smashed in a bar. He just finds Aziraphale’s notes in the book and heads to Tadfield. And also, his new pair of sunglasses just... materializes out of his eyes. And he likes to whistle.

“Death and Famine and War and Pollution continued biking to Tadfield. And Grievous Bodily Harm, Cruelty to Animals, Things Not Working Properly Even After You’ve Given Them A Good Thumping But Secretly No Alcohol Lager, and Really Cool People traveled with them.”

“on top of the pile a rather large octopus waved a languid tentacle at them. The sergeant resisted the temptation to wave back.” Honestly dude, if an octopus waved at me I’d wave back.

Wait Agnes was apparently talking to Shadwell and not God when she said yowe daft old foole. I dunno

Madame Tracy: You old silly. Shadwell:

Aziraphale does not know how to get rid of demons. Canonically. “Had never done other to get rid of demons than to hint to them very strongly that he, Aziraphale, had some work to be getting on with, and wasn’t it getting late? And Crowley always got the hint.”

The road to Hell is paved with frozen door to door salesmen, apparently. The question is where it is, because the demons always seem to just stem out of the ground.

“Heigh ho,” said Anthony Crowley, and just drove anyway. I love this sentence during that scene.

I bet Hastur gets really mad whenever he hears Aziraphale’s voice from now on

Crowley isn’t breathing the entire burning Bentley scene

ADAM. SAID. “But I reckon you can make your own side” AND WE FUCKIN IGNORED IT?

The temperature above the M25 was simultaneously 700ºC and -140ºC which makes me think of something I read about magenta not being real. The M25 is magenta.

I feel like “Agnes” is just going to become an inside joke between Anathema and Newt at this point, and it will drive Crowley insane because he knows who she is but somehow still doesn’t get the joke.

I’m six inches taller than R.P. Tyler, and apparently according to the back sleeve of the book jacket, I’m very similar in height to Neil Gaiman

R.P. Tyler thought Shadwell was a ventriloquist’s dummy, and then sees cows doing somersaults

“That’s terrific. Much obliged,” said Crowley. — “Funny weather we’re having, isn’t it?” “Is it? I hadn’t noticed.” “Probably because your car is on fire.” .... Also the fact that Crowley looks like a young man which I find interesting.

“The Four Button-Pressers of the Apocalypse”

“Where is Armageddon, anyway?” “I’ve always meant to look that up.” “There’s an Armageddon, Pennsylvania”

Famine is the one that says “that’s one big avocado”, and also, I find it interesting that War, more than once, talks about love. (All is fair in love and war much?)

Anathema threatens the guard with a stick, pretending it’s a gun

Aziraphale, of course, asks Crowley to sort it out because he, Aziraphale, is “the nice one” and then proceeds to sort it out himself. Because of course he does. Because what else could he possibly do.

I just ADORE THIS BOOK OKAY

I’M PROBABLY GOING TO READ IT AGAIN IN A MONTH

Aziraphale and Crowley are so fuckin married I can’t

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nitannichionne · 4 years

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If He Was YOUR Fan Chapter 16: Monday (A Henry Cavill Fan Fic)

Chapter 16: Monday

You get up earlier than usual, having spent the night at Henry’s. You awaken to the smell of coffee, basically because you took the time to set the timer. He finds this a pleasant surprise, having never thought to do it, and takes a minute to serve you coffee, smiling about not having to wait to get to the filming site to have some. You fill water bottles and hit the door, Kal being the only one who had breakfast. You decide that you really should stay at your own place on Sundays from now on so as not to interfere with his work rhythm or your own. You are at the gym really early, so early, you steal a nap in the car. Even Kal naps in the car. But Henry? Superman, yes, though a bit of a sleepy one, but after a few swallows of coffee he’s ready to go.

“How are you holding up?” he asks, having finished a set. You take a ten minute walk on the treadmill, which you usually don’t do, but you have time. The coffee and adrenaline have brought the electricity to his eyes and the glisten to his skin, highlighting curves of toned muscle. You pause. He looks something like this after sex, but honestly, more intense.

“Hanging in there, honey,” you say. Your breath catches. Wait, you call Stella honey from time to time, especially when smarting off, but saying it to him now seems…you smile widely. “Elliptical, here I come.”

He gives you a wink, and you both move on with your workouts.

You are halfway through when Archer, Stuart and Stella arrive. Relieved that Hannah isn’t with them, you greet them brightly. “Hey, guys!”

Stella greets you with a warm hug. “You look like you survived!” She smiles and glances at Henry, who is working out. Her voice lowers to a whisper. “You stayed with him?”

It was a good thing you could read lips, because she barely got the words out. You give a small smile.

“Ohmigosh!” Stella covers her mouth, her eyes going as wide as saucers. She takes you by the arm and leads you further away. “So…what happened?”

“He was worried about me, and picked me up so I stayed with him,” you say simply. “Good thing, too, we barely made it before the storm broke and—”

“Oh. My. Gosh.”

“What?”

“He’s the lookalike, isn’t he?” She shakes her head at me. “There never was one?”

You lock elbows with her. “I need you to just not say anything especially to Hannah.”

She gasps, eyes going wide again. “I can understand that.” She crosses her heart. “I won’t tell a soul.”

You feel yourself relax. “Thanks—”

“We workin’ out or what?” Archer asks with a frown.

Henry turns and looks at him.

“Just a second, I’ve got one for you!” you call nervously, and look in the mirror to see Henry’s jaw clench.

“What is going on?” Stella asks. “I’ve never seen Henry look like that. He’s usually upbeat.”

“I need to know something,” you tell her. “You guys didn’t know you left me behind. right?”

“No!” Stella’s eyes went wide again. My, but she was an owl today. “Hannah said that someone told her.”

“Someone?” you frown. “No specific name?”

Stella exhales heavily. “No.” She loses eye contact with you. “That doesn’t seem right, does it?” She looks up hopefully. “Maybe it was Colin or Cindy?”

You remember that Cindy was also checking people out. You didn’t work with her as much as Hannah so maybe Cindy mixed you up with someone else. You were willing to settle for that. You didn’t want to think someone wanted something bad to happen to you. “Makes sense.”

“Either way, it ended well, right?” Stella asks hopefully. She uses the mirror to glance at Henry. “Is that why he looks so…unhappy?”

“He’s concerned, is all,” you say. “He is the main in this production, so he takes safety and production seriously.”

“You sound like public relations,” she teased.

“Ha, ha, ha, the money would be good,” you shrug. “I might need a ride, though.”

“There’s room for sure—”

“It’s Archer’s car,” you point out. “How did the weekend go?”

“We went to their place in town, and Hannah and I took Stuart’s room,” she shrugged simply. “But honestly, we mostly all slept around the telly in the living room.”

“Sounds like you guys had fun,” you smile.

“But it was just you and Henry—”

“And Kal,” you add quickly.

“Not kissing and telling?”

You shake you head, and Stella squeals.

“Archer got room in the car for my friend?” Stella asks.

“Always,” he nods, but doesn’t look at you.

You feel a loss, but manage a smile. “Thanks.”

“Sure.” He looks at Henry and you check the mirror. His cap is lower than usual as he works out, his eyes somewhat shaded from view, but his jaw is set and he looks serious as he curls.

You work out with Stella, and Archer works out with Stuart. You challenge them to do three circuits of eight machines, a minute on each. You catch Henry trying not to laugh as you all do it, some doing well, some not as much. You know the guys are using too much weight, and only suggest they lower it once, but they don’t listen. You and Stella don’t do more than fifty pounds on each of the machines, but the guys were trying to go twice to triple that.

“I can’t believe we did all that in thirty minutes!” Stella smiled, her face bright.

“Gotta have a short intense workouts in case you can’t do an hour,” you pant. “I actually prefer them. We are about to be on our feet all day, anyway.”

“Yeah, all day workout!”

“I got like twenty-thousand steps one day—” You are stopped when Archer steps in front of you and inhales deeply.

“You smell different,” he says in a low voice.

You shake your head. “How would you even know?” You step past him and head to the showers. You shower and dress quickly, a few minutes behind Stella. Henry pulls you aside as you get ready to leave.

“Everything okay?” Henry asks.

“Yeah,” you nod.

“What did he say to you?”

You scoff, “That I smell different.”

“You probably do,” Henry smirked. “You showered with me.”

You feel your cheeks heat.

“No worries, darling,” he grins. “you just used your own stuff, right?”

“Right.”

He kisses your cheek. “Have a good day. Talk to you soon.”

You stretch up and kiss him back shyly.

“Talk to you later,” he whispers.

“Later,” you say and turn to go, only to see Stella waiting for you by the door.

She smiles widely and waves good bye and you walk out. “He looks into you!” she says excitedly.

“Stella.”

“Okay, okay!” Stella bumps you and makes you giggle. “Come on, this is thrilling!”

“He’s actually…not what you think, Stel.”

She gives a low whistle and shakes her head. “If you say so.”

You get in the car, and there is an awkward silence.

“Well, heigh-ho, heigh-ho!” Stella says with forced brightness. “or, how is you say?”

You laugh, “I owe, I owe.”

Stuart laughs at that, and Archer smiles and shakes his head. “Off to work, Arch!”

“Here we go.” Archer starts the engine and speeds off.

The morning goes well enough. You try to keep your head down and work, but you find yourself looking for Henry when you can. You chastise yourself for it, but after the weekend you had with him, it’s normal to want him so soon, right?

You are startled by a hand on your shoulder and look up to see Colin.

“Hey,” he greets.

“Hey,” you smile, grateful he can’t tell that you were thinking about Henry and not fully concentrating on your work.

“Glad you’re okay,” Colin nodded.

“Thanks,” you smile, but slightly frown. He didn’t call you back that day, did he? “Any idea about how the mixup happened?”

Colin shook his head. “Actually, no. I talked to Cindy and she isn’t sure either, and we are so, so sorry about that.” He paused. “But you caught up with Stella after all, right?”

“My ride came, yes,” you say evasively.

“Great,” Colin grinned. “No harm, no foul.”

“Yeah.”

“Talk to you later,” he says and leaves.

That didn’t give you much information at all. From the sound of things, he didn’t know what happened either. Resolved and a bit happy to think of it has a mix up, you continue on with your work, part of you reliving the events of the weekend.

Your phone chimes and you look at it.

DAL: Thinking of you.

YOU: Thinking of you.

Now you can’t do anything but smile.

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mirach · 4 years

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Good Omens recs

Here are some of my all time favourite stories, but be warned that my taste is rather specific and can get into darker themes. I especially like hurt/comfort focused on Aziraphale, but that’s not the only thing you’ll encounter in this list.

The Strong Tower by @aziraphalelookedwretched (M, 41,458)

After the failed executions, a vengeful angel takes it upon herself to neutralise the threat presented by Crowley and Aziraphale.

All stories by BuggreAlleThis are wonderful even if they get very dark in places. There (almost) always is comfort that’s more than worth the hurt and I love them all, but this one remains special to me as one of the first stories I read in this fandom and awaited every update eagerly.

White Walls and Dead Air by BabyHoldMyFlower (G; 3,382 words)

It’s after the fourth day that he decides he hates God. He’s too tired to hold it back. Too miserable. Too busy dying. He knows he’ll go back on it later. He knows that he’ll repent later, and he’ll mean it, he thinks, once he gains some perspective, but there is nothing that could stop this bone-deep agony from churning and rising into something ugly. He’s not supposed to feel this way. He’s an angel, he really shouldn’t be thinking these things. Blind obedience is what they were created for. It’s in this moment that he can admit to a flaw in the Almighty’s design. If she wanted soldiers, she shouldn’t have given them the capacity to love.

Beautifully written and bittersweet, with lovely wing grooming and insights into the characters.

A Demon Would A-Wooing Go by @shinyhappygoth (G; 301 words)

“Heigh ho,” said Anthony Crowley, and just drove anyway.—Good Omens

Filk of "A Frog He Would A-Wooing Go".

I just love a silly take on a silly folk song that was actually referenced in the book, okay?

Flaming Sword by Bookwormgal (T; 8,576 words)

A dark shape in the not-quite-empty darkness. Dressed in black robes. Humanoid. Skeletal. Then wings unfolded. Angel wings, but not ones of feathers. Wings of night. Wings that Aziraphale could sense more than see in this strange place. And even if the thin thread didn't truly exist except as a concept to better understand what was happening, one skeletal hand rested on the weakening connection. Waiting patiently.

Azrael. Creation's Shadow. The Angel of Death.

"Oh," he said quietly, his voice swallowed by the emptiness.

Aziraphale remembered what happened. He remembered moving. He remembered the blade sliding in, sharp and sudden. He remembered pain. And then…

"I died, didn't I?" he asked.

I like the exploration of the theme of self-sacrifice here. This is just my personal pick from several of my favourite stories from this author.

Courage by Anonymous (E, 21,595 words - WIP)

Ten years after the world didn’t end, Heaven and Hell want to punish Aziraphale and Crowley for their treason. Gabriel decides that the perfect way to punish both of them is to torture Aziraphale and force Crowley to watch; Hell agrees to the plan. Aziraphale and Crowley are kidnapped from their South Downs cottage and taken to a neutral location; Aziraphale is tortured and raped and Crowley is forced to watch; they are then returned home, Aziraphale critically injured.

This is the Prologue (the first three chapters; all of the violence is confined to chapter 2, which can be skipped).

The real story begins in chapter 4; it’s the story of how Aziraphale and Crowley recover from the trauma. They are both profoundly traumatized; it takes a long time, but they work through it together, and their marriage recovers. There will be a happy ending.

Aziraphale and Crowley heal each other.

This story is a WIP, but it already got to the part where things are getting better. It’s very (very!) heavy, but absolutely beautifully written, it’s giving me goosebumps.

Love Seeketh Not Itself to Please by die_traumerei (T, 14,645 words)

After Aziraphale is left gravely injured by a summoning, Crowley must take him to heaven and bargain with the angels for his life. It doesn't go as he'd expect.

A hurt/comfort story that’s focused on the comfort part, really satisfying to read!

Evolution by @lady-divine-writes (M; 1,455 words)

Five times Aziraphale wasn’t the most confident Dom, and the one time it finally clicked.

Again I’m only picking one story, but there are so many more from this author that I love! I bookmarked this one because I don’t usually see Aziraphale as Dom, but here he is fully in character and gets there through conscious effort, and it feels very empowering.

The Longest Night by @charlottemadison42 (series rated T-E, 34,747 words)

The night the Apocalypse doesn't happen, an angel and a demon share a bus bench on the way home to face their fates. This is the story of their evening spun out line by line, all the little moments that carried them through the night they knew might be their last.

A wonderfully written series giving a detailed account of the night before the trials, complete with drunken talk, with wonderful grasp of the characters. Again just a personal pick from the stories by a really great writer.

Who Needs Heaven (when we have each other)? by Kat_Rowe (series rated G-M (so far), 48,057 words so far)

Now that they're independent of Heaven and Hell, Aziraphale and Crowley become even closer. Friendship eventually turns to romance, and emotional intimacy to physical. (Slow-burn friends-to-lover fic series.)

A very gentle series starting with wing grooming and continuing through the exploration of a relationship in which one of the partners (Aziraphale) is asexual.

Fancy Patter on the Telephone by @hotcrosspigeon (G, 12,854 words)

A series of telephone conversations between Aziraphale and Crowley during the Lockdown.

They get steadily more desperate and ridiculous as the weeks go on.

Featuring a moping demon, a teasing angel, a pub quiz, an explosion, extraordinary amounts of alcohol, a bubble bath, awkward flirting, several love confessions... and an ill-conceived bet on who can last the longest without seeing the other.

What could possibly go wrong?

HotCrossPigeon is an amazing hurt/comfort writer who writes absolutely delightful Aziraphale ahurt/comfort from Crowley’s spot-on POV, so definitely check their other stories as well, but I just had to pick this one that’s actually humorous and doesn’t contain even a drop of blood because I couldn’t stop laughing with it.

Feathers by @29-pieces (series rated G; 23,247 words)

Pre-Apocalypse shenanigans. In this AU, when an angel and a demon fight, the victor customarily takes a feather from their opponent signifying victory over them. Usually followed by killing them, naturally. But sometimes the defeated angel or demon is left alive, minus a feather, so that everyone KNOWS. Neither Crowley or Aziraphale ever took part in that sort of thing because it's really just a mean thing to do.

A series of three stories, two with hurt Aziraphale and one with hurt Crowley.

5 Times Aziraphale was Almost Discorporated and One Time He Actually was by @charliebrown1234 (series rated T-M; 29,011 words)

This series is an absolute match for my need of Aziraphale hurt/comfort, just like their more recent story Ex Infirmitas, Sinceritas. One of the authors I’m subscribe to and read everything they write.

The Whole Sky Fell by @thepaisleyelf (T, 9,692 words)

“Okay, Aziraphale, out with it,” Crowley said finally. “What’s wrong?”

Aziraphale blinked. He suddenly seemed very interested in looking anywhere that wasn’t at Crowley, fiddling with the napkin in his lap.

“I don’t -- I’m afraid I don’t know what you mean.”

Aziraphale really was a terrible liar. Under other circumstances Crowley might have found it charming, cute even, but his concern had been growing ever since he’d picked Aziraphale up for breakfast that morning....

Same as above, Turcote just knows what I love to read. Definitely check their other stories as well!

Desperate Ground by @desperateground (M, 55,883 words)

After they prevented the apocalypse and escaped execution, Crowley and Aziraphale thought they were safe from the machinations of Heaven and Hell. But there are still some demons with scores to settle - and since the angel and demon have made it clear to the world how far they're willing to go for each other, Hell has plenty of leverage on them.

A breathtaking story with torture and unwavering loyalty of the characters to each other.

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And if you find these recs to your taste, then you might also enjoy

Back to the Roots by me (M, 90,946 words)

"We always knew it would end. Like mortals know that they'll die." Crowley closes his eyes, finding the stare of his own reflection unbearable. "When you're immortal, you can afford to pretend and hide and go slow. And then, when you finally figure it all out, it turns out that what you have can end anytime. It's unfair..." ---------- The morale in Heaven and Hell is low after the failed Apocalypse. Punishing the traitors (effectively this time) seems like a good idea to raise it for both sides - the angels would see what awaits them if they dare to disobey and the demons could just use some fun. And then there is someone else as well - someone whose grudge is even more personal.

Also torture and unwavering loyalty, breaking the characters and then putting them together with great care. This is the darkest from my stories, so if torture is not your thing, you can check my other ones (mostly Aziraphale hurt/comfort too).

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ariel-seagull-wings · 3 years

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FICTIONAL CHARACTER ASK: THE SEVEN DWARFS (FROM SNOW WHITE)

TAGGED BY: @princesssarisa

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Favorite thing about them: How much they are loyal and protective friends of Snow White.

Least favorite thing about them: A problem that camed in their portrayals by the 1937 Disney animated film: while i love those portrayals for being the first encarnation of the characters i ever saw in my childhood, what always bugged me is that the screenwriters couldn’t decide if they wanted the Dwarfs to be parental figures to care for Snow White (like the original Brothers Grimm tale), romantic candidates for her, or children for her to take care of. From a writing analysis and real life paralells point of view, those characterizations don’t match and feel very problematic in hindsight.

Three things i have in common with them:

Sometimes i enjoy a nice party.

I enjoy wearing colorfull clothes.

I am far from a great cook, but i love eating.

Three things i don’t have in common with them:

I am tall

I don’t live in the woods.

I have never worked in a mine, and hopefully never will.

Favorite line:

This line from when they find the apparently dead Snow White:

“We will never bury her in the cold ground”.

And this line from when the Prince offers money to take the golden and glass casket where Snow White lies:

“We will not part with her for all the gold in the world”.

brOTP: Snow White.

OTP: There is a version of Sleeping Beauty where she is blessed by Seven Fairies. Maybe, those Seven Fairies were also invited to Snow White’s wedding, they danced with the Seven Dwarfs, and the dance eventually evolved into romance.

nOTP: Any dwarf with the Evil Queen.

Random Headcanon: In the play O Fantástico Mistério de Feiurinha (Feiurinhas’s Fantastic Mistery), is established that the Dwarfs are each a godfather for a child of Snow White and the Prince, and i consider this an adorable idea.

Unpopular Opinion: After the publication of Bruno Betelheim’s freudian influenced book The Uses of Enchantment: The Meaning and Importance of Fairy Tales, it got very popular the idea that the Dwarfs are inherently sexual figures, and that they are basically pedophiles creeping on the child Snow White. While i find valid, despite not being my cup of tea, when one artist or writer portrays them that way as a topical reinterpretation of the source material, i don’t see them in that way in the original Brothers Grimm fairy tale. For me, they are meant to be kind parental figures to Snow White when she is a vulnerable child (whose own father failed to love and protect her, by the way) and who eventually have to accept that sayed child growed up and let her go with the Prince, and i prefer adaptations that emphasize that found family aspect.

Song i associate with them:

Dig Dig Dig, Heigh Ho, Silly Song, Music in Your Soup and You’re Never Too Old To Be Young, from the 1937 Disney animated film

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Favorite picture of them:

This 19th century illustration of the Dwarfs finding the apparently dead Snow White

Alfred Zimmerman’s illustration of the Dwarfs mourning Snow White

This illustration by Anne Marie portraying Snow White receiving them with dinner

This illustration by Otto Kubel of them finding the sleeping Snow White

These illustrations by Anastassija Archipowa

These illustrations by Trina Schart Hyman

The 1937 Disney animated film portrayals

The Legend of Snow White anime portrayals

The Triplets portrayals

Fairy Tale Theater portrayals

The Canon Movie Tales portrayals

The 2001 Hallmark TV Movie portrayals (this time including a “token tall guy”)

The 2009 Grimm’s Finest Fairy Tales portrayals

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marithlizard · 3 years

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Thoughts on RWBY v8c8, “Dark”

Do you ever find yourself hoping that a rumored Horrible Plot Twist won't happen for the sake of the characters you care about, but at the same time halfway hoping it will because So Cool and Elegant and it fits with all the foreshadowing in the credits?

Yeah. Time to find out.

- I thought for sure the fireball would be Cinder! But no, and the hard-light cells don't even look damaged. How long are the jailbirds going to be in there?

- Two scenes that start out with black-screen-with-audio-effects in a row suggests less "atmospheric dread" and more "it was not easy to get this thing done at all in the middle of a pandemic, okay?" - Orange veining. Welcome back, Nora. Klein is a reassuring sight to wake up to. (Speaking of cool plot twists I was on the fence about, I really thought we'd find him working in the mines, heigh-ho heigh-ho to SDC slave labor we go.) -Whitley helping to carry Penny! He really is on board now, I'm glad. - Bombing run? Is Atlas bombing its own streets to try and clear them of Grimm? - Annd May took off with the ship so they're trapped here with the lights out in a classic horror movie setup. (I don't blame her, of course. RWB have no plan and if the world's going to end, you want to be with your people.) - what the - what WAS that? It looked like a giant version of one of Salem's jellyfish tearing an Atlesian airship apart with long ropy red tendrils. Very possibly was. - "Believe it or not, I am above drinking in the dark." Nobody believes you, hon, but that's okay. - Klein doesn't even answer her. Ouch. - WHITLEY YOU GO, BOY I didn't realize they had drone pilots, but I still should've thought of that many episodes ago (and so should Weiss). With Jacques out of the picture, they can commandeer all the SDC resources to help. Nice!

- There is of course the question of where to evacuate the crater refugees *to*. How long a range do those cargo ships have? The next closest settlement we know about is likely Argus, and I think Maria said something about their stolen ship barely making it at the end of v7. Still it's an avenue worth pursuing - even camping in a frozen wasteland beats a Grimm army. - Time for the traditional "team splits up to go exploring in the dark" phase. I'm rewinding every few seconds now to squint at all the backgrounds, but tbh I was no good at spotting the Hound last time. Never would've known it was there in most of episode 2. - Lovely little pep talk from Blake. All the sweeter because they don't get much interaction onscreen. - (rewind rewind squint squint where is it is it in the hall shadows) - RT not even pretending the computers don't run Microsoft Windows.

- YEEEEEEEEEK - (I wish I hadn't seen the preview bits. Unspoiled, there would have been 3x more EEE in that yeek. ) - Rewind to watch Blake's ears fold down in sudden terror. Nice touch. - Klein and Willow, equals for the first time, sitting in awkward silence. And his little frown when her reaction to a crash and breaking glass is not to look around but to reach for her bottle. - (I regret a whole lot of wasted potential for Qrow this arc, but I think most of all I regret him never getting to meet Willow. They would understand each other in a way no one else in the cast can, and he could have offered her hope.) - Oh, shut it, Weiss, he's doing great considering the circumstances, and your own default attitude is set to High Snark. Which I don't mind, but pot-kettle. - Still so effing creepy. It sure doesn't look like a Hound right now, more of a gorilla. And Blake successfully not freezing up and taking it on! It's good seeing her get to be badass here, since she missed out on the Nucklavee and didn't fight the Apathy at all. - "Take the girl". It's repeating its orders, I had trouble making the words out at first. - Ruby, in contrast to Blake, is frozen to the spot and doesn't even aim her weapon as it charges at her. She's really at a low point right now. And oof, there goes her Aura just from a TACKLE. It didn't even hit her! - It's noticeably more efficient taking Ruby. Was Oscar its first mission? It's much more smooth and quick about the shapeshifting now, too. - Weiss taking precious seconds to alert Klein. That actually shows considerable presence of mind; it would've been completely natural to just charge in, but she was thinking about the civilians she's responsible for. Good show. - oop, there goes Willow. She tried. I don't think she can have ever been a Huntress herself, as cool as that would've been. (I would have *loved* to see her rediscover her hereditary power to conjure defeated foes...and use it to summon a Jacques.) - Penny's exaggerated puppet-movements, with arms held out wide from her body and stiff clanky-machine noises. Oh dear. Maiden powers going out of control are just what we needed. - Is Weiss starting to summon a Nevermore there? That's a beautiful shot!

- we're only 8.5 MINUTES into an almost 18 minute episode - It's holding Ruby more carefully than it did Oscar, too. It hasn't hurt her any more than necessary. - wha? OHH of course it's here for Penny. But it grabbed Ruby first because her scent was on the lamp? Or because Penny was dormant and it couldn't sense her? - ouch - what is that Grimm. An antlion? - oh, Nora repeating Blake's words. *sniffle* There's still no light in her eyes. - Weiss it's above you, have you not watched any horror movies - So Willow did pull herself together a bit. And she's putting all the cameras she installed to spy on Jacques to use, nice! - I TAKE IT ALL BACK AHAHAHA wow, it's good to be wrong sometimes - GOOD JOB WHITLEY - Blake asking important questions. Seriously what is that thing based on, I'm having horrible DA:O flashbacks - she continues to badass - Now that's how I expected the Hound to treat Ruby, instead of that inexplicable gentleness. Theory probability continuing to rise. - rewind rewind did it just grow a third arm out of its back? It did. Grossly. - Annnd what will come climbing back in the window? - Well, it's not Summer. - It can't be Clover. It *can't* be Clover, we saw his body for several seconds at the start of the volume. - ...It's a faunus, he has wolf-type ears. Nobody we know. - Ruby's silver eyes must have mostly taken it out already, if that was enough to finish it off. And Grimm dust dissolves and floats up into the air like disproved theories. - Oh, hi, Cinder. You're kind of anticlimactic. But I wonder what you meant by "my turn to ask for something". Is she going to demand Watts build her something? - The hardlight walls are gone now, so I'm guessing Qrow and Robyn escaped after all. And probably took Jacques with them, more's the pity. Overall a really good action episode, though I'm left still wondering why the Hound was so gentle with Ruby. And what the writers have in store for the revealed fate of Summer, and those ominous credits, that could possibly live up to the fan ideas.

Oh, yeah, and also - where ARE they sending those refugees? If Whitley just programmed the planes to fly them up to Atlas, that doesn’t seem safer...

#rwby #rwby spoilers #rwby v8 spoilers #rwby volume 8 spoilers

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joannechocolat · 4 years

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Heigh-ho, for Halloween...

Heigh-ho for Hallowe’en

All the witches to be seen.

Some in black, some in green,

Heigh-ho, for Hallowe’en.

(Nursery rhyme, North America, 18th century)

As the year turns, the leaves fall and the autumn nights draw in once more, many of us find our thoughts turning towards witches, pumpkin lanterns, toffee apples, gingerbread, as well as finding a renewed interest in ghost stories, scary movies and costumes designed both to horrify and titillate. Hallowe’en (or Halloween, as it has become) is big business, a business commonly believed to have come to us from the US, where trick-or-treating, dressing up and generally running amok throughout the whole of October has traditionally been far more important – at least in recent memory - than it was in England.

When I was a child, October 31st was generally known as Mischief Night; a night when children played tricks on their friends and neighbours in the build-up to November 5th, Bonfire Night, which marked the execution of Guy Fawkes following the 1605 Gunpowder Plot. During the week before Bonfire Night, children would make their own guys (often in the image of politicians, historical villains or sometimes their classroom teachers), and go round the neighbourhood asking for “a penny for the guy”: money which was generally used to buy a box of fireworks, the sale of which was jealously restricted to the week of Bonfire Night, which made them all the more magical.

Schoolteachers taught us the rhyme:

Remember, remember the Fifth of November,

Gunpowder, treason and plot –

- so that when we re-enacted Guy Fawkes’ brutal execution, we would know why we were doing it – or at least, we would know the current explanation of a sacrificial rite that has existed, in one form or another, for thousands of years.

Some of my contemporaries still bemoan the “Americanization” of Hallowe’en: although, to be fair, their tradition is probably closer to the festival’s original intent than that of Bonfire Night. Indeed, it is unlikely that the Pilgrim Fathers cared enough about English politics to remember such a piece of 17th-century propaganda. Instead, they took with them to the New World an older version of the festival – a festival that predates either version, and which has its roots, both in our culture, and in the collective unconscious of the whole of humankind: a festival which celebrates the end of the year, the end of life and the mysterious cycles of death and rebirth, as echoed in the yearly cycles of the changing seasons.

But why the witches and ghosts? The origin of Hallowe’en in the West is generally thought to be found in the ancient Celtic festival of Samhain. It is the last of four festivals, each marking a quarter of the year, and it ushered in the Celtic New Year, which began on November 1st. To the Celts this was a liminal period, in which the boundaries between the worlds of the living and the dead were removed, allowing the spirits of those who have died to return to visit earth. This is a very common theme that runs through many cultures, and the timing of the festival marks the final harvests of the year, when animals stockpile stores of food for the winter months ahead, the sun sets earlier and rises later, the trees shed their leaves and the natural world moves into its annual dormant state, until its annual rebirth the following spring. The parallels between the “death” of the natural world and its “rebirth” in the springtime are clear, and it seems natural for ancient peoples to re-enact or invoke them in these ceremonies. In many cultures, there exists a need to appease, reassure or feed the dead: it is reflected in the giving of sweets to juvenile trick-or-treaters, or the setting of places at table for vanished relatives, or the offerings left outside for the fairies (once more closely linked with the dead).

These ancient, indigenous beliefs were later demonized by the Church, and the old Celtic gods and goddesses recast as devils and witches. But the need to connect with the world of the dead survived even Christianization. The Church has always been very good at appropriating festivals; renaming the Celtic new year — November 1st — as All Saints Day, or All-Hallows. The evening before it was therefore called All-hallows-eve — later becoming “Hallowe’en.” But the old symbols nevertheless survived, and the old traditions still endure. Of course, Christianity itself follows a traditional narrative of sacrifice and rebirth, a narrative that echoes the Mithraic cult as well as the cult of Osiris. And of course, the more deeply we look into these festivals, the more we see how much they owe to other cultures, other beliefs. El Diá de Muertos, or the Mexican Day of the Dead, shares many similarities with Hallowe’en, including some similar practices, from decorating with skeletons, to traditional death-themed food, like the pan de muertos and sugar skulls. But the Día de Muertos also consists of a blending of European traditions brought by Spanish conquistadores and the indigenous traditions of the peoples of Mesoamerica; the Olmecs, the Aztecs and the Incas, all of which celebrated the turn of the seasons in a strikingly similar way. Our Grim Reaper – the skeletal, hooded figure who cuts down the living like grain with his scythe – is a potent symbol, both of the harvest, and of Death: a direct link to Mesoamerican cultures. The Aztec Festival of the Dead was originally a two-month celebration during which the autumn harvest was celebrated, and figures of Death personified and worshipped. The festival was presided over by Mictecacíhuatl, Goddess of the Dead, and over the course of the festivities, participants still place offerings for the dead in front of homemade altars, including special foods, traditional flowers, candles, photographs, and other offerings. In similar fashion, the Chinese festival of the Hungry Ghosts – in which the gates of hell are opened, allowing the dead to roam - falls at the time of the autumn harvest. The ghosts must then be appeased by the living, and fed with special foods, with plates set for them at table, and offered ritual gifts of incense, clothes and money.

Almost everywhere in the world, there exist strikingly similar beliefs. Human beings have always felt the need to understand the nature of Death, as well as to try and exorcise the visceral fear we have of it. It is perhaps one of the most common themes of our shared human experience; a need to articulate our fears; our hope for the hereafter. Why are we here? Where do we go? Do we come back? Can we hope for some kind of rebirth? These are questions we have always asked; questions we never stop asking. And we’re asking them now, in our way, through ghost stories and nursery-rhymes, traditional games and ritual foods. Our lives, like the cycles of nature, are divided into seasons. Birth; maturity; old age; death. We mark them with celebrations. And on Hallowe’en we allow ourselves to look into the darkness and meditate, as does this Aztec poet, on the eternal questions:

I, Netzahulacóyotl, ask this. Do we really live with roots on earth? Only for an instant do we endure. Even jade will shatter, even gold will crush, even quetzal plumes will tear. One does not live forever on this earth: only for an instant do we endure.

Netzahualcóyotl, Aztec warrior, poet and ruler of Texcoco (1402-1472)

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Everything Wrong with ACOFAS: A Rant Part Four

Disclaimer: This is the fourth and final part of this series and will continue from pages 151 to 229. Part one can be found here. Part two can be found here. Part three can be found here. These page numbers come from the UK paperback edition of A Court of Frost and Starlight. This is my own opinion of the book - the writing, the grammar, the characters, etc. I won’t be commenting on anything that may have been plagiarized or that has been ripped off from the history of other cultures as SJM has a tendency to do. However, if there is something you pick up on about these subjects, feel free to comment them and I will add them to the post with credit. If you disagree with my opinions, I’m sorry and hope you see the error in your ways.

Page 152: ‘...felt like a decadence.’ I’m sorry, felt like a decadence? That’s not how you use that word.

Page 153: Feyre is drawing Rhys in the nude and all I can think of is draw me like one of your french girls Jack.

Page 154: Whilst I’m happy that SJM is showing everyone suffering from a hangover because of all the drinking they did in the previous chapter, I want to know why Feyre couldn’t just use her magic to get rid of hers. And everybody else’s. If she’s said that she could use her magic to remove the pain of grief, why can’t she do this?

Page 155: The paragraphing in this book is so messed up. I’m going to type out this little bit exactly as it is printed in the book, look: ‘But two massive figures filled the archway of the dining room, and Rhys paused.

Azriel and Cassian, having crept up on cat-soft feet, were also wearing their Illyrian leathers.

And from their shit-eating grins, I knew this would not end well.’ What is this? It’s such a mess.

Page 155: ‘Tradition indeed.’

Page 156: Everyone keeps going on about how wealthy the Night Court is and I still don’t understand where they’re getting their money from. Do the people of the Night Court have to pay tax? Does Rhys have an amount of money that he puts back into Velaris for the upkeep of it? And why is Feyre saying that ‘paperwork could wait’? Uh, no. No, it can’t. The people of her court can’t spend the Solstice like she is because their homes are wrecked, they’ve lost family members. Feyre abandons her duties as High Lady to fuck around with friends and we’re supposed to believe that she’s a decent ruler? I don’t think so.

Page 164: ‘What is.’

Page 165: So Rhys upset Tamlin when he went to go and yell at the poor sod over in Spring Court a few chapters back and it upset Tamlin so much that it made him throw out all of Lucien’s clothes because he ‘wishes to remain in solitude’? So, basically, this was all Rhys’s fault and he doesn’t face any consequences for it.

Page 167: I’m so happy that Elain is making it very clear that she doesn’t want a mate, but I wish Feyre would stop going on about how good of a male Lucien is to her. And she says to Elain ‘You couldn’t say a single word to him’ as if it’s Elain’s job to make him feel comfortable? Elain wants nothing to do with him! Feyre needs to stop pressuring people.

Page 167: ‘Solstice. It was Solstice.’ WHY

Page 168: Aaaaand they’re drinking again. Feyre abandoned her work for friends and alcohol. I’m not okay with it but I’m even less okay with how common and casual wine is used here.

Page 169: ‘Tell me what.’

Page 171: ‘Illyrian babies indeed.’

Page 172: Do you remember a couple of years ago when high school AUs were all the rage in fanfiction? That is what this book reads like, only high school AUs managed to make me cry on a few occasions.

Page 172: So it’s an ‘Illyrian custom’ for the heated shed, birchin, and a bunch of naked warriors ‘sitting in the steam, sweating’. But... Why? And can somebody please tell me what a birchin is?

Page 178: One of the characters gets red sexy underwear as a present, which is fine. But in a kid’s book? No, no, no, no. No!! A twelve year old could be reading this! What the fuck?

Page 179: ‘Against the onslaught of Nesta.’ Wow, SJM is really trying her hardest here to villainize Nesta.

Page 184: ‘rare, vibrant paint from the continent.’ This line was just thrown in here without any explanation at all! Why is the paint rare? How did Azriel get it from the continent? Why is it only available on the continent?

Page 193: These last couple of pages really did it for me with Cassian’s character. He follows Nesta home after she says she doesn’t want him to? He yells at her and tells her to ‘go somewhere else’ even though he knows she can’t? He reaches for her hand after she’s told him many, many times to leave her alone? This is creepy. This is stalker behavior. And if they get together (which we all know that they will), this is fucking borderline abuse. It’s controlling and toxic and unhealthy, which could be said about all of SJM’s romances but heigh ho.

Page 194: What is ‘faelight’?

Page 201: ‘Would it indeed be a gift for you?’

Page 201: Also, why is the mountains with the stars the Night Court’s symbol? What’s the history behind it?

Page 201: Feyre’s toes have ‘curled’ three times in this book and I’m just thankful that the Fae can’t develop arthritis.

Page 202: I can’t... I can’t read this sex scene. I can’t do it. It’s too much. ‘My breasts turned achingly heavy.’ OH MY GOD. Not only is this a kid’s book but.... It’s also just disgusting.

Page 202: ‘Brazen possessiveness.’ This can’t even be read as sex positivism anymore. It’s violent, possessive smut. Did somebody say BDSM? (Wait, wait. BDSM requires consent and safe words.) Also, if you want to write about sex positively then talk a bit about protection? And consent? And making sure that everyone is comfortable? And for goodness sake, don’t add this to a kid’s book. I made a post that goes into more detail about this here.

Page 204: ‘How you let me do such naughty, terrible things to you.’ FUCKING WHAT?! DO I EVEN NEED TO EXPLAIN HOW BAD THIS IS?!??!

Page 205: ‘Undiluted, utter predator’ You cannot look me in the eye and tell me that this was SJM’s attempts at adding in some sex positivity. To be honest, I’m, starting to think that this whole book was just fan service. SJM knew that her readers wanted the wall scene and here we have a whole book dedicated to the build up of it. NOTHING HAPPENS IN THIS FUCKING BOOK!

Page 206: Rhysand just climaxed at a picture of his child.

Page 209: It’s incredibly sweet that Rhys bought a house for Feyre. Really, no, it is. And the ‘build a nursery, Feyre’ is also sweet. But A) the money side of things needs explaining. B) Why does nobody want to be at the House of Wind and what’s the point of even having it if nobody uses it? C) Rhysand bought Feyre a house when many of his people are currently homeless due to the wars... Right.

Page 211: At this point, Rhysand should just leave Tamlin alone. I don’t care what his intentions were. And seriously, is this the way that High Lords act with each other? There should be guards there, there should be people there to protect their own High Lord. There should be advisors and- What does the Fae government look like? What are the rules? Is there a jail? A judge? The High Lords act like spoiled, rich children.

Page 214: ‘Alive. It was all alive.’

Page 214: Mor has an estate that sits on ‘three hundred pristine acres.’ I want to know the geography of the courts. Yes, I know, we have a map. But that’s all we have. I want to know about borders (and if there are physical borders that need to be guarded to stop people from coming in to separate courts). Is a passport thing or even papers required to travel between courts? Buckingham Palace has 39 acres of land, including what it sits on. Did SJM do any research? There are whole countries smaller than three hundred acres.

Page 215: ‘She didn’t want to take his joy away from him. Anymore than she already did.’ Mor feels guilty about her sexuality because she won’t be with Azriel and, somehow, fans of the book are okay with that.

Page 222: This may just be me being stupid but I’m confused about ‘Illyrian.’ Rhysand said their children would be Illyrians, Feyre calls him an Illyrian baby. They wear Illyrian leathers and follow Illyrian customs but here: ‘Some part of him was Illyrian still. Always would be. Even if he wished to forget it.’ What does this mean? I’m so confused.

Page 222: Do you know what might be a better act of feminism then having girls train to fight? Having the boys of all the camps be allowed to leave. Being allowed to stop fighting and go and have families.

And that’s it from me, folks! I’ve read this book twice now and my opinion hasn’t changed. It’s boring, problematic, addresses things very poorly. It’s too sexual, there’s too much talk about alcohol and sex. And it really did nothing at all.

Thank you for joining me on this little series! It’s definitely been interesting. Again, if there’s anything that I’ve missed then tell me and I shall write it in. I may do this again with more of SJM’s books but it’s surprisingly time consuming.

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