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queerbting · 4 months

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rewatching nuwho and i'm rlly.... why is human nature / family of blood just racist hit after racist hit after racist hit against martha . followed by a heavy dose of classist (+ misogynistic!!!!) behavior directed against her afterwards where the humans of 1913 england treat her like a weird alien from another world (the doctor in human form included!!!).

also, why do they have the doctor a) be actively bigoted and b) fall in love with a racist nurse who specifically speaks down to martha (someone who the doctor cares for). they create this "unassuming" white woman character and then have her be awful to martha but we're supposed to believe that she is kind and sympathetic worthy of being the human doctor's love interest, more than martha being treated as a human being. (and then that we should cry over her lost love/future in the end)

like why. genuinely why. what is the point .

also objectively what function does the nurse serve that martha jones could not have. she's even a medical student like !!!!!! going undercover as a nurse would not be that far off!! and plus, i'm not even a tenmartha shipper but it would fit more for the emotional arc of martha's character to get what she wanted all season in human nature / family of blood (the doctor falling in love with her!!! wish fulfillment !!!!!! ) only to realize the cruelty of what this would be like in reality if she were never to open the watch (despite her finally having what she "wants"), and finally understanding and having to give john smith up. it could've been a really tragic, but human moment (like a lot of other things in dw!).

then 10 and martha's relationship could actually be on some sort of equal footing. bc martha had a taste of what it would be liked to be loved by him (or someone similar to him, at least), and chose in the end to let it go. it would give her emotional closure, etc. and would show her choosing the /actual/ doctor (not human) and the friendship she has with him, rather than a lifetime with a human that she fell in love with who happens to look like him.

could've been a really cool moment of both character development and then bonding between the doctor and martha afterwards in their newfound partnership, so half of martha's character is no longer swallowed up by her pining for him.

but no. instead they go and hide in racistville and martha is a servant who experiences racism/misogyny/classism and microaggressions from white people + aliens over two episodes for nearly no reason .

#like it's crazy #i think a lot of this went over my head as a kid because i did not know much about british history or nuwho's environmental contexts #so i didn't understand a lot of the unspoken dialogue and class-race implications coming from MULTIPLE CHARACTERS in these episodes.......#but coming back to martha's arc and hn / fob especially as an adult is just..... genuinely so awful #there's no narrative reason it's just racist #so so weird and uncomfortable to watch #it can't be too much to ask to treat her like a human being #martha jones #dw s3 #dw criticism #doctor who #dewpost #also her being written half the time this season as a love sick puppy who doesn't get it depends on the doctor for almost everything #instead of a resourceful and emotionally intelligent young black woman who is studying to be a medical professional !!!! drives me insane #sometimes they write her well but it feels few and fare between sometimes bc they want martha to be in love with 10 sooooo badly #rather than them being a kickass medical student (a doctor) plus The Doctor duo !!!! could've been so much fun #and instead we are left with this #human racist john smith with no narrative repercussions for viewing/treating a companion of his in a derogatory fashion #super cool bbc thank you very much #human nature #family of blood

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beautifulscreaminglady · 6 months

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Okay but the reason why the day is saved is because Donna and The Doctor and Rose share the responsibility of solving the problem. They each have their own contributions that none of the others can provide. The Doctor cannot work alone, with Donna's help the problem is reduced, but Donna literally works herself to death carrying the responsibility of saving the world.

A problem shared is a problem halved, but the greater the network of shared responsibility, the lesser the burden on the individual person. That is why Rose can save her mother.

Earlier in the episode, Donna tells The Doctor that she had to give away her lottery winnings because the money gave her the power to help other people. Rose clearly models Donna's kindness and generosity. Compare Rose's interactions with Beep the Meep to Donna's interactions with The Ood. I assumed at first that Rose's plushies were just her little side business she has to earn some pocket money but she says that she started making them to help her parents after Donna lost her job. She's the embodiment of Donna (and The Doctor)'s kindness and generosity.

#I also wonder if the scene where they release the pent up knowledge will have later repercussions - people being kinder and more helpful #and sharing the responsibility of protecting humanity #doctor who #doctor who meta #doctor who spoilers #rose noble #donna noble

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chaoticgremlinbrainspace · 1 year

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fuck man

finding out new things about nightwing makes me go insane, rotating him in my mind at high speeds, centrifuge his ass, I want to pull him apart, see his every facet, study him like a bug. hes just so interesting to me. there's so many interesting things to his character that could be explored and delved into. things that would be cool to see. like, hes just got so many parts that could and have interacted in ways that just captivate me.

#dick grayson #nightwing #grem screams #pondering him #like this guy is on my mind for real #some things I can relate too others out of my depth but could be absolutely written well in the right hands #its probably a bit of the hyper fixation on him he just has so much to him to me ghisdfnj #he gets the "my ass hyperfixated then projected the fuck out of him #like #I am a rabid dog and I am chewing on him like a squeaky toy #there's so much intersectionality to him I want to see all of his parts impacting him in ways #I guess what intrigues me is the human parts to the super hero #like yeah yeah powers and abilities are cool but what are you as a person #how do you live #what are you struggles how have you as a person been impacted by the superheroing #like shit like that is interesting not to say I do like the super hero part I just think the two sides coming into conflict or working #together #I love action I just think seeing the impacts is neat too #idk I just feel like its cool because hers often seem so like other its kinda fun to see them combust bghisdfnj idk how to explain it weel #I dont mean slice of life either like...I guess I want repercussions and cause and effect to mean something ghirsnjef #again its weird #long ass tags btw

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prototypelq · 3 months

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....while I haven't played the ubisoft avatar game myself, or more accurately, I have obsessively played the x360 one, I doubt it could be better than the Ancient Forest of Monster Hunter World.

I have. Never seen a jungle location be this layered, vertical and complex, while also remaining extremely readable. Like, there'a and easy route around the map and insides of a giant tree in the center of it, to act as a crossing or shortcut. However, the actual map is... so much more detailed than just this.

There are vine swing-jumping sections which open up new pathways for you, there are less noticeable vines to climb, which reveal new arboreal pathways ahead. There is an entire 'jungle-catwalk' section right near the dragon nest at the top of the giant tree. You cannot navigate these additional paths with map, it is much more simple and natural just to remember them and trust your memory on this.

It's just I have spawned in a rainy weather for the first time, and started exploring these vines, and this has been THE Avatar experience. Honestly no other game has ever made a more natural and interesting forest to explore than this one.

I genuinely did not anticipate this level of detail, beauty and meticulous attention to everything from a game about exterminating dinodragons. I picked it up for the Monster Hunter part of it the title, but let me tell you the World part is the actual gem of the game for me, I am in love with this.

#the joy i felt when getting through the jungle vine-swinging and exploring all while it was raining is hard to properly convey #i am super glad this is the time i stumbled into this game cause i needed exactly that #weapon upgrade tree is still stupid tho #but yeah otherwise im loving this game very very much #i want to spend an entire day petting jagras i love them #pukei the trashchild i despise and love hunting you #also that one riverbed near barroth with the flowers? i want to spend my vacation there it is so peaceful and gorgeous #thankfully the mudmonsters didn't trample the flowers #i succesfully stole a dragon egg yay i have no idea why i did it #this is very much a conquistador simulator you get to enjoy the unconwuered lands while simultaneously extracting them dry and bringing #extinction to everything living in there thankfully this is a game and it is fun but sometimes it still rubs me wrong #well learn the real monsters were humans all along #(ive heard that the lore suggests the mh organisations are actually very aware of ecological repercussions however this is not felt in game #monster hunter world #mh world #mhw #btw my cat squire is very stupid he always turns away from the camera literally always #guess thats what i get for naming him rootbeer i still love my little gremlin son he helps out a lot #unrelated - I would rather uninstall then game than ever change that skull helmet #i do really dislike that some elemental damage requires iron weapons because of that #i dont mind iron weapons but cmon insect glaive has my buddy on it he would be much more comfortable on a bone handle

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chaoticvictorianspirit · 3 months

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I'm so for real right now, I'd absolutely nail being stuck in a time loop. it's my desired state of being actually.

#my supernatural spiritual guardian or whatnot would show up around day 100 of the loop like “are you okay?? you were supposed to learn a #valuable life lesson and figure out the way to break the loop months ago“ and I'd probably just be sitting there reading book n73 from my #ever growing Unread Pile Of Shame or watching a video on how to pick up leatherwork or learning a new language like Nah Man Thanks #But I'm Good Actually. I'm rested for the first time in years. the world is predictable and every new day doesn't bring with it a new #set of fresh atrocities and problems. contrary to what you'd expect I haven't yet unlocked all the possible npc dialogue options (I can #finally be as weird as possible in human interactions and see how people respond without fearing the social repercussions). like I'm not #staying in there forever but a nice two year vacation sounds bloody amazing...#what even is this post? idk I'm Tired and Grumpy I should not be expected to Make Sense

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stardustinthesky · 1 year

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The Sleepwatching Ritual (Vit’wa Fal) │ Night 3

It matters to me a great deal that we finish this, John.

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ehlnofay · 1 year

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19 for the worldbuilding prompts + Torr?

the profound quiet of a small settlement at night

North Eastmarch is freezing cold all over, but it wears different outside the city than within.

Torr would never call Windhelm warm – not even in summer months, no matter how used to it they are – but what little heat it has it clings to with great determination. The walls huddle together, trapping the air so that it’s either still and muggy or a howling wind, like each close-knit house is breathing in tandem. The heat of the people run up and down its streets, blood through its knotted stone veins. The city is alive, an ecosystem unto itself; its snow, dark with footprints, runs sludgy down the roads; a fireplace is always burning somewhere.

Outside of the walls, surrounded by nothing but empty air and snow-laden trees, a slow-moving stream running with barely a burble – it feels dead, in contrast. Silent. Branches reach needle-sharp across the blue-black sky, the ground is gleaming white and undisturbed by anyone else’s footprints, and the nearest fire is the barely visible gleam of the Kynesgrove mining camp, up the hill and through the sporadic spindles of the trees. The breeze ghosts past Torr’s neck and whips the mud-stained snow into a flurry.

In the city, Torr’s comfortable sleeping almost anywhere – as comfortable as they ever get, anyway. Some of the buildings have great gaps under the porch where the snow can’t reach and no-one ever finds them; there’s places in the nooks of the walls, and sheds built into the side of the house that people don’t lock, and Torr knows a few people besides who don’t mind him kipping on their floor every now and again, as long as he doesn’t ask too often. The outside isn’t like that. There’s not many places to go. He’s lurking around Kynesgrove tonight – on his way back from a quick venture out to get some things done that pay better than running errands around the markets – and there aren’t many options. The inn, which he can’t afford – the mine, which would be warm but is very guarded – the miner’s encampment or someone’s house, both of which would most likely result in being chased off. Besides, there’s a performative element to meeting people, especially adults, in strange places, and Torr’s not in the mood to play to strangers. So much of his being is caught up in Windhelm’s grimy alleys, tangled in the hair and fingers of its discarded children; he doesn’t know how to be himself away from it all.

But they don’t have to, seeing as there’s the rickety old sawmill on the edge of a stream feeding into the harbour. It’s not bad, as shelter goes; no walls, so the wind rubs its fingers wraithlike down Torr’s cheeks and tangles them in his hair, but at least there’s a roof. It looks newly thatched, too, the floorboards free of rot, the water-wheel still chugging creakily along. There’s no wood to cut here, all the nearby surrounding trees too scraggy to be worth the bother. The only big ones are part of the grove up on the hill. There’s no point in keeping the mill running, but Torr is glad it is; he watches the distant firelight flickering through the scrub, and listens to the splashing of the wheel. It’s proof that people and the things they make do still exist – if not necessarily here.

It really feels dead, out in the cold, with the leafless trees and the wind that doesn’t even whisper. It always does. It’s a bit discomfiting, which is maybe why Torr doesn’t go on out-of-city endeavours as often as perhaps he could; but really, there’s not work out here enough to make it worth it. There’s always problems with bandits on the road, but Torr’s not a good enough fighter for bounty work; there’s collecting plants and things to sell Nurelion, but that’s easy enough to do on a day trip. (And, really, it’s more for Torr’s own enjoyment, besides. They never even venture far south enough to get to the sulphur pools, which is where the more interesting things grow.)

This trip, though, is an outlier. Unusually efficient. Just a quick job for Niranye, scouting a merchant’s cart on the road – almost definitely for something shady, but that’s not Torr’s business, and it was too much money too easy to turn down. And then – just earlier today, foraging out in the wilderness as best as Torr (a distinctly urban animal) knows how – they’d come across a giant’s corpse, stiff and white as the snow it lay in. Torr’s no master alchemist but they know the value of a cadaver when it comes to brewing alloys and admixtures, so they set to with their blunt-edged dagger and now they’ve got a sack full of what may as well be gold. (Long as it doesn’t start to rot before they can get Nurelion to preserve it, anyway.)

Torr’s going to be rolling in it when they get back to Windhelm. They could use that money for nearly anything – pay off a few things they borrowed, new warm things now that winter’s coming back strong, bedrolls, waterskins. Endless options – which, strangely, is more exciting than it is burdensome.

It’s all the sort of decision that would ordinarily feel life-or-death urgent but right now feels – not small. Not insignificant, not at all, but distant. A choice to be made at another time, by another person.

(Torr’s whole being belongs to Windhelm’s back streets. They’re someone else, away from it all.)

That’s the other thing about leaving the city, spending time in the discomfiting slow-paced ghost-world outside. It’s quiet. Torr sits surrounded by the wind in the trees, the lazy murmur of the stream, the creak of the water-wheel, and nothing else.

He’s been called a worrywart (mostly by Griss in a strop) but to tell the truth he doesn’t think that’s true. Torr doesn’t fuss for the sake of fussing, he just doesn’t like to leave things undone; can’t stop until he finds a solution. Out here, alone, in the empty cold, there are no solutions to find – same old problems back home, he knows, but no steps he can take at this time to right them. That’s never true while he’s in the city, so he can never stop thinking about it, every choice and action accompanied by a buzzing background chorus of everything else he really should be doing – that really should have been done by now – that should never have been left undone this long, what was he thinking? Everything is urgent when it’s doable. But here and now, there’s nothing to do.

So Torr sits hunched on the board floor of the ramshackle watermill, huddled among their heaps of bags and blankets, and thinks of nothing at all.

Not strictly true. They think of supper – haven’t eaten since an apple this morning, except for some snowberries they found around noon, and it’s been a long day. They nabbed some turnips from the garden of the Kynesgrove inn on their way to the mill. They’re fresh, if nothing else – also covered in dirt, so Torr rises reluctantly from their pile of stuff to crouch on the banks of the stream and dip the vegetables in to clean them off. It aches like hell, the frozen water turning their joints to ice – they almost drop the turnip they’re washing, so they scrub it as best they can with the frigid pad of their thumb and whip their hands out of the water soon as they’re able. They stick their fingers in their mouth to warm them back up.

Even after all that time spent warming up their hands, arraying all their belongings back around themself to conserve body heat, the turnips are still cold enough to hurt Torr’s teeth when he bites in. He eats them anyway, relishing a little in the unearthly silence and the aching of his lips and palms. They taste delicious.

With nothing else to do after, the gnawing of his stomach sated, he wraps himself in his shawl and stares up the hill at the camp’s fire until it goes out. The stars wink into brighter being. The wind whistles through the whip-thin branches of the trees. The water-wheel creaks.

Torr sleeps, but he feels like he hears it all – a silent observer, an echo, a beginning – until morning.

#I considered doing something with post-questline torr for this #but it would have been so fucking sad #and I didn't want to write something that was so fucking sad!#I'll post about torr after the horrors eventually but Not Today.#this was also initially supposed to be an exercise in writing something short that focused more on a distinctive atmosphere #than a scene or character study as most of my pieces are.#oops.#snowballed into an absolute monster of a ramble.#maybe sometime I'll use these prompts to write Actually Short pieces with more of a focus on the worldbuilding aspect...#would be good practice. everything I've written lately has been a thousand words minimum.#I could write about my minor characters or npcs with it too... yeah I think I'll do that at some stage #but. anyway. I quite like this piece as a sort of study #I fucking love writing characters who are having a nice time. with just a hint. just a whisper. of the problems #I enjoyed putting in the reference to the alchemical giant's toes especially because that is an allusion no-one but me understands #to a line in one of my very bad very early pieces on torr #it's not well written but I loved that bit because it's such a wonderful microcosm of the way torr is even before the murder cult thing #Yes he's the busiest most hardworking caretaking boy in the world taking trips into the wilderness (comparatively) to feed his family #and Yes his first instinct on seeing a corpse is to cut it up and sell it for parts #(he's done this to human bodies too but only in extremely specific circumstances. the risk of legal repercussions is too great otherwise)#I'll make a post rambling sometime about torr's ethical system because I'm so obsessed with them and their unhinged point of view #Anyway #done rambling #my writing #fay writes #oc tag #torr #the elder srolls #tes #skyrim #tesblr

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paldogangsaan · 2 years

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it’s about consequences. it’s about a god’s role in the suffering of humanity and the cycle they are stuck in. it’s about two gods seeing that father’s ties to earth come from a soul call, a ritual that can only be performed by humans as they are the only ones who can call a soul from the underworld. it’s about two gods realizing that the only way to completely prevent father from reincarnating is to sever the ties of those who remember him (which we don’t know if they can do, as yato’s the only god in canon shown to cut ties, which brings us to the second option) without their consent, or kill every human who knows father’s true name. they can harm a defenseless family whose only sin is to worship a monk who saved their village in the past. a family whose only sin is to believe in father so much that they’ve basically turned him into a god. but it’s a god they trust, right? because he was once human like them, and he doesn’t ask for relentless offerings or trust or belief without offering anything in return. it’s a give and exchange; they do a soul call twice a day and father strikes down their enemies. he is a god but he understands them and stands with them and that’s why no matter what happens, they’ll believe in him. it’s about two gods realizing they can perpetuate the cycle of god-inflicted violence upon humanity with little regard and basically no consequence because, once again, they’re powerful and eternal and don’t answer to anyone other than themselves and other gods. whatever they do, they’ll play a part in the cycle, they’ll play a part in justifying father’s hatred for heaven and the gods

#i’m losing my mind it’s about CONSEQUENCES and THE PEOPLE IN POWER FUCKING YOU OVER AND YOU NOT BEING ABLE TO DO ANYTHING ABOUT IT!!!!#it’s about knowing you have the power in the situation and you can do as you wish but questioning if just because you CAN do something #it means you SHOULD #ITS ABOUT KNOWING YOU WONT FACE ANY REAL REPERCUSSIONS FOR YOUR ACTIONS BUT STILL HESITATING BC ITLL WEIGH ON THE CONSCIENCE #ITS ABOUT GODS SEEING FIRST HAND THE VIOLENCE THE INFLICT OR /COULD/ INFLICT ON HUMANITY #ITS ABOUT QUESTIONING IF YOUR NEEDS (killing father) ARE WORTH TAKING A CHOICE (without consent) AWAY FROM SOMEONE ELSE #ITS ABOUT THE PERSON NOT REALIZING THAT THE CHOICE BEING TAKEN HAS BEEN TAKEN IN THE FIRST PLACE #ALMOST LIKE THEY NEVER HAD THAT CHOICE BECAUSE THE MORE POWERFUL TAKE IT WITHOUT THEM NOTICING #i’m losing my mind it’s about METAPHORS and MORALITY #adachitoka will be the death of me istg #noragami #meta #sort of

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