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tazwren · 3 years

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My two cents on the devolution of fandom spaces...

As a former mod of a fandom space and a woman of colour, I do not feel safe.

Seeing what has been done to so many in this fandom, by a particular group of white American women, in the name of moral policing is both abhorrent and demoralising. As it also is to repeatedly see the same narrative being shoved at everyone as the gospel truth.

A narrative that very conveniently either becomes about fic or has nothing to do with fic, depending on how people want to swing things. A narrative that will accuse a person of Jewish heritage of anti-Semitism, a person of colour of racism, a practising Muslim of being an Islamaphobe. A narrative that will define for you and me and all of us comprising this myriad of multitudes in the world what generational or personal trauma includes and what induces the same.

Those of you who know me, know what I’ve been dealing with the past few days & why I haven’t spoken up before now. Before I logged out a couple days ago, I saw what looked like more of the usual nonsense by the same group of people I’ve kept my distance from once their true colours were revealed. What I didn’t expect is that they would think themselves so above the norms of human decency and accountability that they would go after not one but two women of colour this time around in their rabidity. And many others who spoke up, as it turns out.

It hurts to see what these women, that I know of, have had to endure and to see the passivity of the community, save for a few voices, in sitting back and letting the circus rampage through town. It hurt when I was at the receiving end of it and it hurts now.

Why? Because it shows me a microcosm of the world that I don’t really relate to, that makes no sense to me with the values I was brought up with, and which reduces basic human decency to a commodity to be trampled upon and for you to be seen as weak for having. Because people who willingly laud you for your art / writing / wit, meet you with effusive claims of love and affection and friendship, who have no qualms in taking your help when it suits them, will throw you under the bus and let the wolves ravage you when it doesn't.

Before I get into that, let me talk a little bit about what has transpired over the past few days to a week, and what has been systemically taking place over perhaps the past year in this fandom.

One thing is that everyone who makes a statement about anything suddenly has people in their mentions demanding they show what gives them the right to hold that particular opinion. A critical thing people forget about fandom is that it is a place where people hide their identity for a variety of reasons, all valid, and this approach to fiction and conversations where everyone has to reveal every part of their past and identity as a means of establishing their "credentials" in order to present their views comes in direct contradiction with how fandoms operate. It violates people's rights to privacy.

The other is that there has been an increase in the voices that purportedly stand up to “speak for” the marginalised, the abused, those discriminated against and those who belong to minorities who “need to be protected / kept safe”. An admirable sentiment, to be sure. If it weren’t for the fact that none of these groups of people needed saving, speaking for or the protection of this particular group of voices.

Voices who only want to define and use these people as "model victims" to hurt other white women and establish their supremacy over both them and other POC. Voices that will present their "truth" as they see fit and sans context or present you with screenshots of snippets of conversations held in supposedly secure spaces that they have no qualms in violating in the interest of the "greater good" and claim offense / silencing if the misdemeanour is pointed out or action is taken against them, Voices that will conveniently categorize you as a "token POC" or "white adjacent" when you do not support or align with their narrative. Voices that belong to a predominantly white American group of women, whose real agenda, as is evidenced by their modus operandi, has nothing to do with real altruism or a drive for justice or indeed to right wrongs.

No, their agenda is purely power.

To hold sway over groups of followers, to shepherd them as though they are sheep who cannot think for themselves, and to set themselves up as white saviours who call out those who step out of line, or are deemed to be problematic and toxic and unsafe. To be the owners of the only "safe spaces" in fandom and to drive other groups and spaces to be boycotted or worse.

Now, I've long wondered, who indeed are these women to decide that for anyone? In a world comprising multiple cultures, religions, groups, subgroups, genders and which contains multitudes, who are these women and what gives them the right to foist their puritanical standards on everyone, very conveniently disguised as concern for the moral well being of everyone and the consumption, of all things, of fiction?

Certainly, there are many things in this world that people regard with justifiably equal dislike / horror / sadness. At the same time, there is much that is not shared, that is particular to a culture and to a person’s background. There is a multitude of perspectives that make the whole. And the white women of the United States of America have not cornered the market on what those are, or indeed even own any curatorship or censorship of the same. They cannot, because each person’s culture and background and joy and trauma is their own, as are their ways of dealing with it all.

That being said, let’s talk about their pack behaviour and the devolution I’ve witnessed on social media as basic human decency is bartered for clout.

I’m all for standing up for someone who doesn’t have a voice or a platform, or maybe afraid of repercussions to voice dissent. I’m all for being there for our fellow human beings as they face struggles of often unconscionable and unfathomable proportions. I’m all for holding people accountable for their negative behaviours as they impact the larger community.

What I am unequivocally NOT for is treating such situations as an opportunity to preach, to virtue-signal, to shame and to put on blast the alleged wrong-doers. I say alleged because that’s what most accusations are on these platforms—allegations to do with things that disturb our sense of balance or make us wrinkle our noses or that we deem bad, and therefore make the accused deserving of the full force of the community’s misbehaviour and censure.

I ask you if you were found guilty of a crime in real life—you know, the one away from your phones and keyboards—would you not have an opportunity to retain a lawyer, to plead your case in a court of law, to acquit yourself? Or, if found guilty, would you not have the opportunity for correction and rehabilitation? Yes, you say? (If you say no, then that explains the spate of state-perpetuated injustices across the USA, but that is a different matter).

Why then are people treated so abhorrently in this court of public opinion? What gives you, me, any one of us the right to judge people so vilely and with a metaphorical gun to their heads? What gives anyone the right to say you better agree with everything I say, retract everything you said and grovel for it or we will eviscerate you in public, shame you, force you to change or delete the content that offends us and still ostracise you and in some cases even threaten you with bodily harm or death, or doxx you?

Why is there no grace in how people are approached or dealt with? Whatever happened to allowing people to learn from their mistakes, where applicable, or hearing them out and giving them a chance to explain their side of something we may not fully understand?

Why is there no accountability for such behaviour on the part of the accusers?

What makes the rest of you sit back and allow this to happen? What makes you think this is in any shape or form okay to watch? Today, it is a virtual stranger at the receiving end, one you can distance yourself from quite conveniently saying Oh, she just mods a group I am in, or I only read their fics a couple times or I only followed them for their art or jokes or whatever flavour of excuse you choose. Tomorrow, it will be one of your own - or it may very well be you. And you'd better hope there's someone left to speak up for you.

The irony is you will have allowed it to happen by letting the wolf in the fold. By letting these white women manipulate you, and the community you claim to be a part of, so unapologetically, so maliciously and so unashamedly that before you can do anything about it the cancer has taken hold.

If this was happening in the world outside of social media, they would have to follow due process, to present real evidence based on facts (not based on emotions, rumours or perceptions) and would have to allow the person they are accusing to present a counter-argument, to defend themselves or be defended. Failure to do so is a miscarriage of justice and, depending on whether this is a professional or legal proceeding, they would either seriously risk their jobs or have the case thrown out of court. If not face action themselves for attempting to derail the process of justice.

Why then are they permitted to range so freely through the landscape of fandom, snarling and biting at who they please, or who displeases them?

I have no shame in saying I was at the receiving end of their behaviour for defending a friend they put on blast and I will tell you right here and now, I am a woman of colour who feels unsafe and attacked by these so-called self-appointed white saviours of your social media experience, these so-called upholders of the common morality—whatever that means—who will fight for you the evils of problematic and toxic writers who dare to have an opinion not aligned with theirs and who do not bow to their clout. Not that they care, so long as they can ignore this fact since it doesn’t fit their narrative. So long as they can ignore what has just been done to so many people in the name of cleansing the fandom.

If any one of these women were truly interested in alleviating the troubles and pains of the discriminated, the marginalized, the trauma-affected, I invite them to please come roll their sleeves up and help in the multitudes of troubles that wrack this world, not just in the backyards of their minds. My country is amidst a struggle for the basics of human life in this horrific pandemic and, prior to that, for basic constitutional rights for religious minorities. Do not patronize me and lecture me on trauma and racism and discrimination. Do not marginalise me in your attempt to pontificate and set your pearl-clutching puritanical selves above the rest, or assuage your white guilt.

A largely American audience or fanbase in this fandom is purely a function of access and interest—other cultures have vast followings for things you couldn't begin to fathom—and it doesn't mean you are entitled in any shape or form to be spokespeople for the rest of the world. We have no interest in being colonized again by white oppressors.

If you disagree with what I have said, I congratulate you on being a part of their coterie and wish you much joy in being the sheep in their fold. Kindly unfollow or block me on the way off of this post.

#fandom #fandom culture #bullying #gaslighting #gatekeeping #minorities #people of colour #real talk #toxic people #problematic behaviour #problematic authors #problematic fiction #fanfic #reylo #reylo fanfic book club #reylo fic recs #trauma #safety #accountability

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astral-notebook · 3 years

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namek

pairing: nilla x vegeta

word count: 3002

tags: dubcon/noncon, fingering, creampie, outdoor, hair-pulling, absolutely no aftercare

summary: being on namek has been stressful, to say the least. you think nilla would be glad that she temporarily defeated vegeta, but he refuses to stay down for long. he deserved to win their fight.

warnings: dubcon/noncon, blood, mentions of fighting and wounds

notes: cringe culture is dead. get railed by vegeta.

Nilla couldn’t believe that she was in this position- face down in the blue grass, her muscles practically screaming after going head-to-head against the Saiyan prince. Despite having supposedly won, she couldn’t help but feel sick as she wondered if her friends were safe. She’d seen Gohan and Krillin turn to run, but everything after that was a painful blur. Her biggest fear, however, was what would she do if Vegeta got back up? Surely it would be her demise. With a painful grimace, Nilla shook the thoughts from her head and wiped a few strands of hair from her face, smearing blood across her cheek.

“God…” she whined to herself, every nerve in her body on fire as she sat up. After taking a few seconds to pull herself together, her gentle hands reached forward to grab her trusty katana before returning it to her sheath. With the one thing she needed, she glanced across the battle-worn field towards the downed Saiyan. He stirred ever-so slightly, his hands flexing into the grass below him while grumbles escaped his mouth. Nilla scowled at the prospect of having to listen to him anymore. “Stay down and stay quiet or I’ll make sure you never walk again!” she barked, her usually soft voice now hoarse from all the shouting she’d been doing. Once he’d settled down, Nilla rose to her feet; legs shaking as she swayed in the wind and the world blurred around her. It took some time for her dizziness to pass, but once it did she quickly decided that she didn’t want to be in the area once Vegeta awoke and headed towards a green river she’d noticed before the fight. She quickly made her way to the water and fell to her knees, cupping her hands together and began to rinse the blood off her face, arms and legs. She was lucky that these cuts and scrapes weren’t too invasive; rather, she had to worry about the burn on her ribcage created from a ki blast that she’d just barely dodged. Not only that, but her only outfit she’d been wearing was nearly destroyed by the blast.

Although she was afraid to touch it, Nilla made the decision to clean the burnt skin. Unfortunately, that was a mistake. As soon as the green water made contact with the wound, the woman’s vision went white, then black, then white again as it burned beyond belief.

“Shit...” she whined through gritted teeth, ripping up handfuls of grass as she tried to steady herself. Tears rolling down her cheeks were blinding her, only adding to her discomfort. Everything had gotten so bad so quickly that she hadn’t noticed the footsteps approaching her.

“What’s wrong?” a menacing voice teased. “A little burn keeping you down?” Nilla’s head snapped up to see Vegeta standing over her, a dangerous smirk on his lips. She froze as the Saiyan squatted down and came face-to-face with her before roughly grabbing her arm. “I’d never imagined that a human could be so defiant.” He confessed, inching closer and closer. The blonde said nothing in return, too overcome by fear to even fathom words. Vegeta stared at her expectantly, only to laugh in her face as she remained silent. “Not so confident anymore, are you? You didn’t really think you’d be able to defeat the Saiyan Prince, did you?” He pushed her onto her back and advanced until he was on top of her; that evil smirk of his never faltering. Nilla felt one of his rough hands grab her wrists, but made no attempt to struggle. “You’re not making any effort to fight back, hm? What happened to never walking again?” he laughed harshly, pinning her arms above her head. The woman could only stare up at him, horrified to be so up close and personal with Vegeta. While she was thankful that her pain had passed by this point, she was utterly defenseless.

“I-i…” she stuttered weakly as all the color drained from her face. Another chilling laugh erupted from Vegeta, his gaze never leaving her’s.

“What’s got you so choked up?” he growled, moving closer and closer until there was barely an inch between them. “Maybe you’re the one who never wants to walk again?” Was that an innuendo? She asked herself. Nilla tried to shake her head, but a hand creeping down her body to grab her thigh distracted her. Almost immediately, panic overwhelmed her as she tried to yank free herself, his grasp on her wrists stopping her. All at once, Vegeta dove forward, his lips crashing against her neck with a trail of hickies following his movements. She was trapped. Strong hands moved to her shoulders, making more room for him to mark her and allowing Nilla to begin pushing him away. The man hissed at her sorry attempt to escape and stood back up before ripping her shirt over her head. To stop her annoying squirming, he brought some of his weight down on her hips before examining the burn on her stomach. He laughed to himself as he took the sight of her injury in, yet he avoided touching it. “Hm.” Vegeta hummed to himself, tracing his gloved hand over her cuts and hickies. “We both know I won that fight.” he growled. “So I’ll be collecting my prize.”

“Why?” Nilla whispered, pale arms moving to cover herself up. The Saiyan chuckled before forcing her arms away from her chest and yanking her bra over her head.

“We Saiyans tend to like strong-willed women.” he smirked, his large hands moving to massage her breasts. “So you’ll need to finish what you started.” Soon enough, he brought his full weight down on her and Nilla could feel his erection as it grinded against her core. She struggled helplessly to get out from underneath him, but he was too heavy for her. She was trapped Ignoring her weak attempt to escape, Vegeta leaned forward and helped himself to her chest. His huge hand engulfed her left breast as he began to suck and nip and the other; rolling it under his tongue. She didn’t want to, but Nilla let out a soft moan as he continued- catching Vegeta’s attention. “More.” he growled into her chest, massaging and sucking harder. Arched her back, complying with his demands as she involuntarily grinded against him.

“You can’t do this…” she whined, reaching down to run a hand through his hair. The Saiyan glared up at her.

“I can do whatever I want.” he barked back before harshly pressing his lips to hers. Nilla squeaked in response, her grip on his hair tightening as he forced his tongue in her mouth. Both of their tongues circled each other feverishly as the man reached into her shorts and swiped a finger over her slit. When he managed to pull out, he moved away from her to examine it and grinned when he saw the cum glistening on his gloves. “You seem to want it too.” he teased, sitting up further to unbutton her shorts and slide them down her long legs. Without thinking, Nilla sat up and allowed them to be taken off of her before she shyly kissed her captor. Soft hands desperately grabbed at his shoulder and cheek to deepen the kiss; taking the Saiyan off-guard. When she pulled herself off of him, there was an innocent yet sultry look on her face.

She couldn’t bring herself to reply to him- she was far too embarrassed. Instead, she let her horniness take over her judgement as she spread her legs. Vegeta could barely hold back as he pushed her back to the ground, his clothed cock pulsing as it grinded against her slit. He wanted to take her then and there- to hear how loud she’d be once he sunk into her- but he wanted one more thing. He quickly threw his gloves onto the ground, tore her panties off, and threw them elsewhere- finally revealing what he’d been waiting for. Her pussy was already soaking for him after a bit of grinding and kissing as her lips were swollen and pink. Her skin was also abnormally soft as he ran his thumb over her mound before landing on her clit. Her obedience was oddly cute, but he had no desire to take in the view before him. Instead, the Saiyan Prince dove forward and began to lick up and down her slit as if he hadn’t eaten in months.

“Vegeta!” Nilla breathed out, her hand entangling itself within his hair. She desperately spread her legs wider for him, trying to ignore the fact that she was whoring herself out to the most evil man she’d met.

“Mmph.” Vegeta grunted in response before suckling on her clit. His hands slid underneath her thighs and pushed them further apart, giving him the room to slip a finger inside her. More and more moans quickly escaped her lips as he began pumping it in and out of her. Nilla could feel herself grinding against his hand as a knot began to grow in the pit of her stomach. Each harsh suck caused the human to grow louder and louder until Vegeta withdrew his finger and tongue without a word. Nilla looked up at him, concerned yet upset that her orgasm had been denied.

“What’s wrong?” she asked quietly, watching him as he began to take off his pants.

“It’s my turn.” he hissed, revealing a pair of briefs. Nilla nodded in return, but moved cautiously. Her gentle hands hooked under the elastics of his underwear and slid them down his legs, allowing his impressive cock to spring free. Immediately, she was horrified at how large it was and how much it was sure to stretch her. Vegeta laughed harshly at her expression. “Human men must be a disappointment.” he smirked, proud of his size. Carefully, he leaned back into the grass and propped himself up on his elbows before looking at her expectantly. “Well?” he barked. Nilla’s face grew bright pink at his proposal, but found herself unable to say no. She crawled closer to him and tentatively held his cock in her hand before slipping just the tip into her mouth.

“Mmph!” she gagged as Vegeta thrusted upwards into her mouth. The man rolled his eyes and pushed her away, commanding her to turn around before lifting her up so that her warmth was directly above his face and that his dick was in front of her’s. She touched it again and it throbbed in response, desperate for friction. The Saiyan behind grunted impatiently, but resumed hungrily eating her out without a complaint. She hesitantly began to suck him off at her own pace, her tongue running up the length of the shaft. However, as Vegeta sucked on her clit harder and harder, Nilla felt her head grow cloudy. She couldn’t think straight enough to continue with a set pace and ended up feverishly deepthroating the man, trying to pleasure him even if it made her gag. Seeing as Nilla was being far more compliant than he’d imagined, the Saiyan decided to reward her by slipping two fingers into her entrance and beginning to finger fuck her. Nilla almost screamed in response. As soon as it began, Vegeta’s dick slipped out of the female’s mouth with a loud pop and she gripped onto his thighs to keep upright. Within no time at all, her walls were clamped around his fingers, pulsing rapidly as she came with a long whimper. Finally, he thought while sitting up, it was time for the main course.

“You humans certainly don’t last as long as Saiyans,” he stated, dusting himself off, “but now it’ll surely fit.” he smirked, gesturing towards his cock. Nilla breathed heavily, trying to pay attention to his words but seemingly shocked. He looked at her questioningly, but she didn’t return the glance; she merely sat with her legs curled into her chest. “Chickening out now?” he scoffed. The blonde shook her head nervously.

“I’ve never done that before…” she whispered, flustered and embarrassed that the man who killed most of her friends made her cum.

“Human men really are disappointing, then.” he replied, pushing her onto her back. Nilla blushed as he advanced towards her and submissively spread her legs for him. Vegeta felt a sense of power flow through him as he settled between her thighs before leaning over her- a hand next to her head for stability. The woman raised her hips up, watching as the man pumped his cock in his hand, then slapped it against her clit. Nilla could only cry out in response before he guided the head to her entrance and pushed in rather roughly. He took a deep breath in and smirked. He was right where he had wanted to be during their fight.

Once he’d bottomed out, Nilla wiggled her hips against his, trying to create any friction she could. Vegeta took this as an invitation to begin thrusting into her- his pace slow yet forceful. His hips snapped against hers hard enough to redden the skin, earning small moans and whines as the woman below him squeezed her eyes shut.

“God…” she whimpered, gripping onto his shoulders as he pumped quicker and quicker. Vegeta growled in return before resting her thighs on both of his shoulders.

“Say my name.” the Saiyan demanded in between grunts and over the sound of skin slapping against skin. Nilla moaned once again, but otherwise remained silent. While it was no big deal to the human, Vegeta would not let the act of defiance go unnoticed. His fingers dug harshly into her hips, bruising the skin below it and he fucked her mercilessly.

“A-ah!” the human cried out as the friction and sound of Vegeta’s groans turned her on further. The man growled.

“Say my name!” he barked, grabbing a handful of her hair as he pounded her so hard she saw stars.

“Vegeta!” Nilla nearly screamed, moaning ever louder now. “Please please please-” she chanted drunkenly, her small hands grabbing at his shoulder blades desperately. “-Don’t stop.” The Saiyan groaned into the crook of her neck as he continued thrusting into her cunt.

“I don’t intend to.” he whispered, revelling in the feeling of her walls convulsing wildly around his cock.

“‘Geta..!” she called out again as the knot in her stomach snapped once again, her cum leaking out around his cock. He merely grunted in response as her pussy desperately tried to milk him. Trying to force himself deeper, he released her hair and arched his back further before placing a hand on her cheek. He was nearly concerned he’d crush her as his cock furiously slipped in and out of her- her pussy making lewd noises as he did so. Nilla couldn’t help but reach up and hold the hand caressing her face as her plush thighs shook and squeezed the man’s head. Once her orgasm had finally settled back down, the woman looked up at the Saiyan with heavy-lidded eyes; Her brain so clouded from the sex that she could barely focus on who was pleasuring her.

“My turn.” Vegeta growled in her ear before sitting up, grabbing her hips, and fucking her as quickly as he could. Nilla screamed from the surge of pleasure, whining loudly as his nails dug into her skin.

"Vegeta!" she whimpered, tears forming in her eyes. "Fuck, fuck, fuck… Vegeta-!" she continued to moan as she let out a stream of squeaks, cries, and whines. The Saiyan huffed and growled as he grew closer and closer to his finish- ready to fill up the noisy bitch below him.

“Hah… ah…" he grunted loudly before lurching forward to crash his lips into hers. Nilla moaned into the kiss, her hands flying up to caress his face. With one final thrust, he buried himself as deep inside as he could before releasing. He huffed rather loudly once he broke the kiss, feeling his cock pulse inside of her. It was only until he felt his cum spilling out of her abused cunt that he pulled out and nearly collapsed on top of her. “I…” he started, catching his breath. “I didn’t expect you to keep up.” his raspy voice confessed. Nilla opened her mouth to respond, but no sound came out. She’d destroyed her voice moaning and screaming.

After a few minutes of silence, Vegeta sat up and began to dress the female next to him. Although she was dazed, they managed to yank her torn, bloody tank top and bra over her head and slipped her shorts back on. The only thing he didn’t bother to return was her underwear. Instead, he slipped them into his pocket and shoved his hands back into his gloves.

“Go back to your friends.” he demanded abruptly, starling the human. “Tell them you defeated me, but not for long.” She merely raised her eyebrow at him, unsure if she was hearing him right, and sat up. Vegeta scoffed at her. “Go now, and maybe I won’t kill you.” he spat, turning away from her and flying towards the horizon. With a groan, Nilla sat up. But, despite being in more pain than ever, She managed to weakly fly in the opposite direction to try and find Krillin and Gohan. Once she spotted them, the woman nearly collapsed onto the ground next to them.

“Nilla!” Gohan cried out, rushing to her side as she kneeled on the ground. “Are you okay? I thought you died!” he whined. Krillin approached her softly and placed a hand on her shoulder.

“What happened?” he questioned gently.

“O-oh.. you know” she rasped out, still trying to process everything. “Nothing much… but.. he’s gone for now.” the woman choked out. Gohan’s eyes welled up.

“Thank you for protecting us.” he said, giving her a hug as tears streamed down his cheeks. Nilla smiled to herself.

“I’d do it again in a heartbeat.”

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ato-matsuri · 3 years

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On Agartha

Been a while since I’ve written a long text post, most of all one about Fate. It honestly inspires a lot of rambling in me, after all. But I don’t think, this time, it’s due to its good writing, the emotions it makes me feel, or anything good. This, my friend, is about Agartha. I should probably prelude that this contains a metric shit ton of Agartha spoilers. If you haven’t seen Agartha, and you’re actually wanting to see the story -- scroll past. But, having played through Agartha completely and rested on the story for a bit, I think I want to repeat what everyone else has for ages lol.

Agartha, on paper, is incredible. A subterranean world built off fantastical story off fantastical story, made by a woman known for her ability to weave story after story, within stories, on the fly, and from a database of every possible Arabian Nights tale. Where the fear Scheherazade has due to Shahryar's endless abuse and fearmongering has stretched even to men as a whole due to literal years of having to survive Shahryar. Where the only leaders were queens, where the only rebellion force was a man so horrifically corrupt that he'd easily fall for the tricks she played. Her intent -- to reveal magecraft forever, removing any power magecraft has, saving her from ever having to fight and face kings -- and die -- ever again. That... sounds pretty good when I describe it that way, huh? Now if only it were executed with any modicum of sense.

From the beginning, Agartha's writing struck me as remarkably odd. It was like I was watching someone desperately try to emulate Nasu's writing style -- but had absolutely no idea what made Nasu's writing so good. Its exposition dumps, rather than being interesting, ended up being thoroughly boring -- as they focused on the mundane, like the fact that moss glows to light up the landscape -- instead of the magical implications of a world like Agartha even existing to begin with. Albeit, with the mystery of Agartha at that time, we can safely assume that there wasn't much to focus on, but then why spend so damned long talking about this stuff?

The worldbuilding, while passable, feels fairly flawed in execution. The idea of a world made the way Agartha was could've made for some interesting commentary about the way men treated (and still do treat) women in modern society, but Agartha not only misses the point, but tumbles head-over-ass into the uncanny valley and makes the whole thing sound like a continent-wide BDSM session. There's barely any actual subtle or well-done symbolism to showcase misogyny in this way -- and while hyperbole can serve a good point at times, the hyperbole combined with the strangely sexual writing of these segments makes it feel less like commentary and more like a badly-done doujin.

For example -- El Dorado was as simple as it gets. Men are slaves/breeding machines/whatever. The whole 'breeding machine' thing is played off extensively, even with Penth -- a minor at this stage, mind you -- comments on using the protagonists as such breeding machines. I'll come back to this later, because this serves as another point.

Ys was a fucking cool concept -- a world ruled entirely by rampant consumerism and chaos. Men, in this world, are still second-class citizens, pretty much the playthings of the women around them. I say that Ys is the best kingdom comparatively, as it was at least more bearable than its other kingdoms, but it still felt weirdly sexual in its writing tone. Of course, following tone, Dahut (who I'll get back to later) smashes men constantly, and is very keen on fucking Guda as well, following a trend. It's played for comedy, mostly, but it's still uncomfortable as all hell. Even so, I note it's more bearable because it's a very slightly more subtle take on the whole 'misogyny' allegory -- these people are using men for basically whatever they want, and tossing them away after. I'd compare it to a few true crime cases of people who murdered, or assaulted women for no good reason at all, purely out of a want that was either denied (for good reason), or that the want itself was to inflict harm. While the allegory still does feel unintentional here, it's at least slightly less unintentional. It was probably mostly just by accident due to Agartha's generally uncomfortable writing style, but the allegory here feels a little more potent when it's not so blatantly a BDSM fic.

I hate the Nightless City, despite it again being a cool concept. A 'utopia' where speaking out at all means death -- where men are in concept free citizens, but in practice fall victim to the law if they look at someone funny. Again, in concept, great allegory. The law does not treat men and women the same -- and while it differs depending on the case which is preferred, the vast majority of the time, women are pretty much shafted by the legal system (see Brock Turner), especially in very conservative areas. Cases can be made for both genders being shafted, of course -- but for the purpose of this allegory, picking out the prejudices of the legal system against gender is a fair critique. But, like everything else Agartha does, these neat ideas fall flat in practice.

They barely touch at all on the allegory, and nobody seems to even realize it in the cast, making me further believe the allegories aren't intentional at all. In due fact, it's as if the writer didn't even realize that this could be read as an allegory. The men's plights make some sense, as they were yoinked out of nowhere into a world that hates them. But the Servants and Guda don't think about it at all past the 'wow men are slaves that sucks' -- barely even considering that this could be an allegory the world's creator made due to their own horrific circumstances. They do point this out, but to my knowledge, it's very late -- when Scheherazade's called on her bluff, only then is it ever mentioned, and only in passing at that. If anything, the fact they point this out so close to the ending makes the ending itself that much more insulting. But before I get to the ending, I think there's something else about Agartha that sets the scene for just how awful it is -- and that's the way the characters are written, and the dialogue that comes of it. For this, I'll split it up into the characters who portray this the most. I'll even describe their personalities in Agartha's context.

Guda: Crouching pervert, hidden Mash stan. A few non-sequiturs of Guda complimenting Mash despite the mood being completely broken by it. Guda's incapable of taking a situation seriously in Agartha, even when the world's basically due to be changed forever. They keep cracking jokes, creeping on Astolfo/d'Eon, and other such things even when people are literally dying all around him. For that matter, I clearly recall the scene where -- for no real reason -- Guda just changes gears with Mash in tow, and starts trying to decipher d'Eon's gender. There's absolutely no real context to this, nor any reason for Guda to do this. Further noted is the fact Guda has worked with d'Eon before, and should've probably realized d'Eon's situation by this point. The Nasuverse has always been a bit, er, behind on gender norms and such, but it's so prevalent in any scene with d'Eon it hurts -- especially in that particular scene.

Astolfo: Oddly enough, the most tolerable person here (sans one other person). Agartha's refusal to take itself seriously works remarkably well for Astolfo. And while Astolfo isn't exactly written well here either, the fact that Astolfo's always been a bit loopy makes them seem, well, more in character. They're responsible for some of the funnier moments in Agartha, with their input composing approximately 3/4 of the, like, seven or eight funny moments in Agartha proper. Even so, Astolfo's appearance sometimes hurts Agartha as much as they help it, probably since Astolfo is a bit of the reason Agartha won't take itself seriously.

d'Eon: Deserved fucking better. The previously mentioned scene was the worst offender by far in my eyes, with it coming out of fucking nowhere. d'Eon's paired with Astolfo as a buddy and fighting partner, which itself could've made for good material -- instead, d'Eon is constantly dragged into Astolfo's fanservice-y gimmicks, and d'Eon themselves are pretty often creeped on by Guda. I'd go out on a limb to say that d'Eon's implied dislike of gendered clothing (see the maid outfit) made their scenes wearing such outfits far more uncomfortable, especially with how distinctly sexual the Agartha humour is. I just hated it.

Columbus: I can't fucking believe I'm saying this, but Columbus was the funniest character in Agartha. And I don't even think that was intentional. Something about how unabashedly horrible he was caught me completely off guard -- I thought he'd end up sort of like Napoleon at a glance, someone whose Spirit Origin was completely changed due to Europe's collective worship of the dude -- but holy FUCK was I wrong. Something about the hilariously cursed faces Columbus pulls, combined with his loud-and-proud irredeemable evilness, made him a blast to watch -- and an even bigger blast to beat the shit out of. His, uh, toothy grin still cracks me up even a few weeks after playing it.

Penthesilea: One of a very large amount of people who really deserved better. She barely ever shows up -- and when she does, she voices her desire to turn Guda and co. into a breeding machine/slave (recall she's like. 16?), and pretty much throws the whole 'reasonable-ish zerk' thing out the window instantly, because Agartha decided to forego decent writing in favour of 'funny berserker hates achilles haha brrrrrr,' therefore losing pretty much all the characterization they could've given her. The lack of 'alternate views' that show her in greater detail make this far worse, which I'll go into later.

Dahut: God, wasted potential out the asshole! A woman who made an entire world that fucked around and needlessly consumed stuff, she's the epitome of such a belief. But that's all she is. I'd be able to forgive this awful writing if Scheherazade, who 'implanted' Drake onto Dahut, was a bad writer -- but she's fucking Scheherazade! Dahut's a completely flat character, who constantly tries to bed (and kill) Guda, and generally likes the idea of needless consumption. That's literally it. Again, could be explained if Dahut had difficulty keeping control of Drake's body and conscience -- but this isn't explored either! She's just a walking, talking missed opportunity.

Wu: God, look at her design. Do I even need to say more?! She falls under the same problem that the other rulers do -- shallow characterization, no opportunities to flesh them out, etc.

Scheherazade: She could've been so fucking amazing. Scheherazade's story is one ripe with interpretations the Fate series so loves to utilize -- and on paper, her character is amazing. It'd only be natural for someone like Schez to be this deeply traumatized after so many days on death's door -- not many could really get through that okay. The incredible storyteller who fears death, kings, and unconsciously, men as a whole -- creating Agartha as a subtle way of ensuring none of them harm her while she prepares her ultimate plan of revealing magecraft to the entire world. However, as with the other Agartha characters, she becomes cripplingly one-note. Bringing her fear of death above all else, she comes off as an unreasonable asshole, constantly freaking out about death and preserving exclusively herself to a fault. While one could argue it's partially due to a Pillar's influence, Phenex doesn't seem to have a hold on her at all -- it's a basic alliance, and nothing more, as the ending shows us. It just leaves her as a one-note death avoider, with no other character traits at all. I'd go into further detail, but I'm saving that for later.

Fergus: God fucking damnit, man. A literal child version of Fergus, who the entire cast constantly expects to sexually harass every woman in sight. He's a one-note flanderization of Fergus, just without the one character trait Agartha gave Fergus. It just makes him... boring, a character whose only character trait is his refusal to hit a woman. Like... Come on. The fact the entire team is so sure this literal child will start trying to hit on women is just uncomfortable to witness, and the fact he slowly starts gaining these traits feels less like him 'meeting his fate' as Fergus, and more like Agartha wants an excuse to sexually harass more of the cast.

The Fucking Ending I'm giving this its own category, because of just how much of a punch to the face it was. In short -- the plan to reveal magecraft is revealed, more jokes are made, bla bla bla. Agartha can't keep a serious mood at all. ...But the final few scenes take it to a whole other extreme.

Wu Zetian comes out of nowhere despite being squashed by Megalos earlier, stuffing Phenex into a pit of her weird water shit, placing Phenex in a state of 'life and death.' Child Fergus then sac's his own Spirit Origin to summon Fergus inside himself(???), thus gaining the power of Caladbolg to weaken Phenex enough for the player to destroy. ...However, Child Fergus just summoned Fergus inside his own body. So, what happens when you put Agartha!Fergus, a one-note sexual harasser, into the body of a child? You get the final scene of Agartha. For some reason, I guess you need more help from others to take out Phenex. To this end, Fergus decides to convince Schez to join their side. I'd like you to recall that FGO!Scheherazade is implied to have the trauma of Shahryar's abuse, sexual and physical, burned into her memory -- not just the whole death thing. In every form of the story, Shahryar abuses her in such a fashion almost nightly. It's to the point where Schez' first line of defence, and much of her skills, are as much oriented around storytelling as they are charm and seduction (moreso the former than the latter, albeit), because her defence mechanism was that as much as it was storytelling, to keep her abuser happy. This is a part of why Agartha is the way it is -- to keep such men away from her. Hell, there's not a single King in sight, save technically Fergus, and Chaldea's d'Eon and Astolfo. Fergus knows this. Hell, he heard this being called out. He's well aware how terrified she is. So, what does he do?

SEXUALLY HARASS HER. He claims she has to live to have kids. That men and women have to live to have kids. He claims that she should live, because he'd smash her. ...Now, that's insulting enough -- moreso, that it's played dead serious. Nobody even as much as calls him on such a shitty persuasion tactic, and nobody even mentions how awful it is to sexually harass a woman who'd been sexually assaulted at best for the better part of almost three straight years. AND IT. FUCKING. WORKS.

SCHEHERAZADE. IS IMPLIED. TO BE INTO IT.

And because of this, she's swayed to join the heroes and seal Phenex away for good -- giggling about how Fergus' worldview was partially correct even as she fades away. The epilogue features Fergus, sexually harassing Scheherazade ON SIGHT -- calling out 'tits on my 12:00' or whatever, as Scheherazade darts off. However, Schez isn't avoiding him due to trauma. She's avoiding it because, while she's into it, she doesn't want to 'die' so fast. This fucking ending highlights among the biggest issues with this damned Singularity. Even Blavatsky coming out of fucking nowhere to Deus Ex Machina a grail and help into Guda's hands -- despite seemingly being slaughtered by Columbus in a (admittedly a bit funny) way to get the base of the Resistance -- means nothing to me compared to the blatant slaughter of two characters at once. Fergus is a total horndog even outside of Agartha's reach, but he even notes he respects his partners' consent, and doesn't overstep his bounds if he makes them uncomfortable. Scheherazade isn't exactly trusting in the slightest, least of all in Agartha - she barely even begins trusting Guda due to Guda treating her with actual respect. Even then, she isn't actively prostrating herself for Guda in that sense, very likely due to the fact that's more of a defence mechanism to her rather than something she'd enjoy, due to extreme trauma. Albeit, Fate writing does leave the possibility in the air for Guda specifically, but that's very likely just due to Guda being Guda and being careful to treat her properly and help her than anything else (and also the whole 'self insert harem' thing, I guess, but that's a hell of a lot easier to ignore esp in contrast to Agartha) And yet, we see that epilogue, that butchers both of them in one fell swoop so badly that I almost ended up hating both of them. Agartha's biggest problem is that it tried to be deep and intriguing, while having the writing quality of the goddamned Valentine's events. It picked all the right characters to have an incredibly intriguing storyline, and fell flat because the author decided that playing sexual harassment, d'Eon's everything, and even the most serious scenes for comedy was more important than telling a story even half as meaningful as the chapters before it. Lo and behold -- to my knowledge, Minase wrote it. Of course he did. He chose the best, the most interesting characters he could find, and made them so fucking one-note that the story lost all its charm in moments. He chose to emulate Nasu without understanding what made Nasu's writing so good. He chose to make Agartha a laugh fest despite simultaneously trying to make it 'deep.' He chose to fall head-over-ass over a possibly interesting allegory into misogyny and fall right into sexualizing it to the point of feeling like a femdom BDSM fic. And go figure the only character he did decently was Christopher fucking Columbus. I have a hatred for Agartha I can't reasonably place anywhere else. Prillya was just as shitty, but I ignored it, because Prillya itself wasn't great, so of course the crossover sucks too. Valentine's events written by him weren't great, but whatever, it's a Valentine's event. Septem, written by someone else, was similarly not great. But it wasn't insulting. It simply wasn't great, and had a lot of wasted potential. But its ending wasn't out of character to the point of being insulting. Its story didn't make incredible mythological and historical figures too infuriating to like anymore. It didn't almost ruin entire Fate characters for me. Not the way Agartha did. I should probably contextualize that Scheherazade is among my favourite mythological figures. I introduced myself to her through Magi (lmao) due to further research into the base stories -- as well as a favourite Magic: The Gathering card, Shahrazad, which forced you to play a game within your game, like how Arabian Nights featured stories within stories.

Even in Fate outside of Agartha, I liked her. Her design didn't make much sense to me considering her character, but whatever, I didn't need to think too hard of it. It's just a design, and despite my hatred of Penth's design, I still love Penth as a character, so I can handle Schez. But Agartha painted her in such a way that all the subtlety and interesting parts of Schez went completely out the window. No longer was there any hidden references to the aftereffects of her life beyond 'i dun wan die,' and there was hardly an ounce of sympathy or kindness in her bones at all. While her being an anti-hero made some sense, especially as she was only a normal person with far above-average storytelling prowess, there was a point when she stopped being a 'good, but terrified person' and started being a complete asshole. And Agartha was that time. If it weren't for her Interlude, which redeemed her considerably, and Ooku, which did wonders for her character despite being written by Minase (as I believe Nasu was overseeing him at that point), I very likely would've never gone for her at all, despite my love of the myth. In Conclusion This rant is just to say that Agartha is bad. Horrific. Insulting, even. At every step where it could've been good, it tumbled head-over-ass into the most insulting, uncomfortable shit you could imagine. It failed to take itself seriously, and paced itself like a comedy event, but simultaneously acted as if it expected its audience to take it seriously. Like a clown brigade deciding to take on Les Mis, it loses all of its punch when every few lines is interrupted by a jab at Fergus, sexual harassment, or something that comes close to being cool before suddenly turning into a badly-timed joke, or suddenly becoming laden with dialogue so sexual it feels straight out of a porno. It's aggravating, awful, and with only brief reprieves of bareable comedy in between long, long lengths of hellish text and awful characterization. The only good part was the gameplay -- which, laden with interesting mechanics not seen elsewhere, was legitimately fun. My take? Avoid all Agartha cutscenes and plot, and just play the gameplay. The gameplay's fun, and if enjoyed on its own, would probably make for a far better experience than observing the story surrounding it. But good gameplay doesn't make up for a horrible story, especially in a game where plot is as important as it is in F/GO. Agartha's a pile of shit in my eyes, but that's ultimately only my opinion, and nothing more. If others have an opinion counter to mine, that's completely fine -- and don't let this analysis ruin your fun with Agartha if you enjoyed its plot. To be frank, I'd be happy if you enjoyed it where I could not. And if you think my takes are misinformed, or if I missed a spot (or overreacted to a spot), that's what the reblogs and comments are for! I'm definitely not the kind of dude who has the final say in matters like this -- this is only what I picked up. Thank you for reading!

#fate grand order #fate #f/go #fate/grand order #mash kyrielight #agartha #agartha fgo #tldr i hated it lol #agartha spoilers #rape tw #rape cw

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feels like most people on here just don't want any confrontation on their blog or don't want to blast out any remotely controversial takes or any "negative" content that would invite discourse on their blog. which is fine even when it comes to discussion about mary's actions, or paul, or barbara etc. on TUMBLR. because you and a few other blogs fill that gap on queen tumblr. (and i do understand why you guys do what you do, because every other space and the official narrative are so overwhelmingly homophobic.) but it is a bit sad when it happens on other platforms because due to homophobic fans, harmful narratives and misinformation getting basically championed and endorsed by the official queen productions, any online space revolving around queen that's not primarily full of millenial-gen z is full of whitewashed, false history and anti-Jim sentiments. that's especially true for mary and barbara because they are the straight white women in freddie's life, which is perfect for straight women to latch onto and insert themselves as freddie's love interests vicariously, and for homophobes to ignore freddie's sexuality. paul's a different case maybe, since he's often demonized as the "bad gay cocaine addict" in the queen fandom. for him, maybe people just hesitate to full-on criticize him on tumblr for fear of looking homophobic and adding to the existent homophobia when it comes to discussing the guy. most discussion about him on tumblr nowadays seems to be padded with 10 disclaimers of "I'm not saying he's a completely bad person/yeah the movie simplified things and demonized him/although we don't know the full story/let's remember he also had hiv and aids and maybe needed the money" etc before getting to the point

The entire post got pretty long, so I am putting this under the cut for anyone who wishes to skip it.

Look, people are free to do whatever the hell they want on their blog. Like I don’t get angry when people vague blog about me, I just feel that it’s futile (and yes, I have the urge to vague blog too sometimes, so I am also guilty of it as well).

But I have interacted with several people in more private spaces, where it was more… difficult to understand their opinions. There have been conversations which frustrated me so much that I was almost on the verge of tears, there have been other conversations which have had a more serious impact on the people I know. All of this in private.

And I mean, I don’t think I will ever understand people excusing Mary’s actions, for example. No matter whatever excuse they give, I will never understand it. Just like they won’t understand my views or my position - accepting that a problematic statement is problematic does not imply that the person is evil. I have been accused by an anon of making Mary out to be a disney villain, that I think of her as someone who isn’t human. And my point then, and my point even today is… welcome to the real world. You don’t have to be a disney villain in order to do bad things. You can be human, and still be an arsehole.

I have been made to feel bad about judging her, for essentially having an unsavoury opinion of her because “we don’t know enough about her”. Well, we don’t know enough about anyone. I don’t even know enough about myself lmao. Does that mean that I cannot form an opinion of her or any person who has done some clearly shitty things, said highly insensitive things, been an arsehole to so many people who have condemned her, whose own neighbours hate her? Maybe some people can’t but I can. And I will not be made to feel immature about that. I have been judged for not thinking of Mary as a human being, but to me, it’s pretty obvious that I do. I do think of her as a person, and a shitty one. Because again, shitty people do exist in this world. And it’s okay to call them out or condemn them on the shitty things they have done, without necessarily hating on them.

The other fandom spaces are hell. I am active on Instagram and no, you cannot say all of this without engaging with brainless Mary stans, or getting doxxed by the hater lady. This makes tumblr the only space where I can say all of this. I see so much of shit everyday, so much homophobia, not only on Instagram but in documentaries, news articles etc, that I need to have an outlet for all of it, otherwise I’d go crazy. And tumblr is my outlet. If anyone has an issue with that, if people think that I complain too much, rant too much, hate too much, they are free to walk away from this blog.

Look, I will never talk shit about Paul dying from AIDS or say that he deserved it. For all the shit that he did in his life, I wouldn’t wish death upon him or anyone. But him being gay doesn’t excuse his actions, or him betraying Freddie in such a brutal way.

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Day 14: The Ultimate Reward

https://homestuck.com/story/2404

Movies are one of the main vectors that culture uses to transmit itself in the modern day, and if it sounds like I’m describing this form of cultural reproduction like a virus, you’re not wrong. The concept of the viral video has been around for about 15 years, if memory serves, and Homestuck’s self-referential format closely recalls the snowclone and advice animal type memes of the late thousands. Meme itself is a word coined by Richard Dawkins to describe the basic unit of cultural reproduction and transmission. While the lines related to memes from Metal Gear Solid have become memes themselves,

John and Karkat’s lives are both shaped by memes, transmitted to them through movies. John’s ideas about romance and family are shaped by his movies, Karkat and his ideas about romance and family are shaped by his movies.

https://homestuck.com/story/2406

The narration insists that Feferi and Eridan are made for each other, but their romance almost immediately disintegrates. The narrative is training us to be skeptical of the Troll’s preoccupation with Romantic Destiny. The idea that you have one soulmate, a person you were just destined for who it’ll work out with, is bogus.

https://homestuck.com/story/2435

Something about this sequence has inspired me to talk about Society with a capital S. Both Hobbes’ Leviathan and Ginsberg’s Howl talk about Society with a capital S - the indistinct entity, the system which arises seemingly unbidden from the gestalt of myriad human interactions, parables about social systems.

Leviathan is a founding myth for the social contract and liberalism in general. As one of the petite bourgeoisie who benefits from Liberalism, it is of course in Hobbes’ interest to defend its existence and provide justification for the material conditions he benefits from, but Howl is considerably less charitable. Referring to the same entity as Moloch, Ginsberg describes it as an incommensurable monster, consuming the lives of the men and women who make it up to further its own agenda.

Authoritarians have always used the threat of cultural extinction in order to justify unjust material conditions and social hierarchies. Fail to fall in line, and Western Civilization is doomed. Glub Glub (who I refuse to call anything else, Feferi’s Lusus, you know who I mean) is the physical manifestation of this threat, an unbearable burden foisted upon troll society by their overlord, Lord English, to force them to participate in a system that guarantees their inability to produce ethical behavior. Their choice has always been a choice between murder and extinction.

https://homestuck.com/story/2439

Eridan is fascinating to me. I don’t know if he predicted the Incel movement, or was merely an agglomeration of school shooter, neo-fascist stereotypes, but boy is he absolutely spot-on - the fascination with military history, the emotional theatrics, the possessive and entitled attitude toward the women in his life.

https://homestuck.com/story/2441

Feferi’s a sweet girl, but she’s still one of the people who benefits from Alternian Society. The problem has never been that the Condesce is a brutal evil woman, the problem is the way that Alternian Society is structured in the first place. I’ll have more to say about this whenever we get to Openbound, since Feferi’s rule is discussed more there, and I’ll definitely have more to say about it when I eventually write the companion piece that I intend to about Hierarchy, Patriarchy, and so on and so forth. That one might be a long time coming though, because a lot of Homestuck is devoted to examining it, and I think it might end up being my longest essay. It’s the theme I think is the most directly applicable to real life, hence the import.

Feferi’s caretaking attitude and controlling predilections are also juxtaposed with Jade’s in the same way that Kanaya’s maternal instinct and green thumb are juxtaposed with Jade’s. Could it be that as the Witch of Space, Jade Harley is the ultimate mom?

https://homestuck.com/story/2448

Man, as long as I’m comparing Eridan to neo-fascists and Feferi to the political establishment, this relationship between the two of them - the way that Feferi views her enabling of Eridan as actually curtailing his worst excesses - really smacks of the kind of unity and compromise rhetoric that liberals always seem to spout in order to justify their decision to adopt moderate right-wing policy instead of actual left-wing policy.

I’m probably reaching here, but the thought popped into my head unbidden, and I’m trying to keep this liveblog as stream of consciousness as possible.

https://homestuck.com/story/2458

People think about us way less than we think about ourselves.

https://homestuck.com/story/2467

Just as I’m not here to defend Eridan (he’s a piece of shit who knows what he did), I’m not here to attack Feferi, or to excuse her. Characters in Homestuck are frequently both abusers and victims.

Feferi’s relationship with Eridan is complicated. For starters, she isn’t really curtailing the worst of his excesses, not the way that she thinks he is. Feferi has authority, one way or the other, and by being emotionally available to Eridan, she has enabled him more than she has prevented him from doing wrong. Cutting him out of her life earlier could have sent a clear message to Eridan that his genocidal ideation is not okay, but instead, she has afforded the luxury of her presence.

The aforementioned preoccupation with Romantic Destiny probably made it so much easier for her to wait, too. As the Heiress, Feferi enjoys all the benefits of being in troll society while having to put up with almost none of the downsides. The suffering of other people - the extra pointless emotional turmoil she puts Eridan through by stringing him along, the suffering of the trolls whose lusii she has employed him to murder - their suffering is all theoretical to her. It’s not something she’s ever had to encounter herself (something she shares in common with Jane - if I remember correctly, Andrew’s commentary suggests that he picked up some of the ideas he was originally exploring with Feferi to explore with Jane).

(Some of these ideas are from a conversation with @bladekindeyewear with whom I was having a conversation on Discord while I was writing this).

https://homestuck.com/story/2475

Instead of indulging Eridan’s emotional theatrics (he continues to make other people’s suffering about himself, via his pretension of nobility) I want to call attention to the fact that, as a chemical coping mechanism, Homestuck compares Trolls’ use of Soda to humans’ use of alcohol.

I don’t know if sugary beverages have a similarly potent physiological effect on trolls as alcohol has on humans, and it doesn’t matter if it does - the parallel is being drawn nevertheless. I’m only making this point, because later on it will become important: Terezi and Rose’s respective addictions (Rose’s alcoholism and Terezi’s... sodaholism?) directly mirror each other.

https://homestuck.com/story/2516

The fact that Vriska’s narration here describes these sidequests as pointless is, I think, another clue into Vriska’s overall character. By all accounts, she and Tavros actually seem to be having a blast together. She’s not going for the gold, she’s not skipping right to the end, the two of them are just screwing around in her magical land, going on adventures. Okay, she is literally going for the gold in the sense of treasure hunting, but in a more figurative sense, the Vriska we’re more familiar with would probably be a taskmaster, using the scourge of her overbearing personality to drive the team forward to victory over the main final boss. Instead, she’s most in her element here when she’s not doing anything remotely important at all, just hanging out with someone she likes(hates? Troll friendships are complicated.)

Abusive relationships are rarely as obvious or simple as one person harassing and berating the other all the time. Tavros is clearly having a blast here too, and throughout this whole sequence.

https://homestuck.com/story/2521

The problem is that there are two Vriskas (at least), the Vriska who lives inside of her, who she’s only comfortable bringing out around people who have no expectations for her, and the Vriska that Scratch, and Spidermom, and Sn0wman are egging her on to be, the Ideal Troll who cuts through the bullshit, cuts to the chase, and becomes the most important person in the universe. Later on, they will be literally bifurcated by John’s retcon shenanigans.

Homestuck uses the language of alternate selves and ultimate selves to discuss a question that is applicable to real life as well. “Who is the definitive version of a character for whom different choices and versions of themselves are possible?” And when applied to real life, the question becomes something more like, “Could I have chosen to do something else instead of the thing that I did? Are my intentions important, or only my actions?” I don’t think it answers clearly, but just getting us to think about it might be sufficient.

https://homestuck.com/story/2531

The Black Queen is just one of the many malign influences in Terezi and Vriska’s lives, and while she’s not literally an abusive parent to both of them, by egging them on to indulge their worst excesses (Egging Terezi on to persecute people pre-emptively or overzealously, egging Vriska on to take away other people’s agencies), it’s safe to say that her voice is just one of many doing the same thing for the two of them.

https://homestuck.com/story/2543

Oh man. The memoes are some of my favorite conversations in all of Homestuck. They’re funny, but with the exception of one or two of them, I’m not sure how much useful info we’ll get out of them.

https://homestuck.com/story/2567

https://homestuck.com/story/2575

Karkat and Terezi may not have literally had sex, but whatever their secret encounter was is effectively symbolic of a consummation of their relationship. She knows what color Karkat’s blood is. They have been in a pail together.

The two of them can hardly be more intimate with each other.

Too bad it doesn’t work out.

But then, it’s probably for the best - the fact that it doesn’t work out for the two of them is the retrospect we need to be able to say it was never going to work out for the two of them.

https://homestuck.com/story/2576

Something different does it for everyone.

https://homestuck.com/story/2578

What does it for Vriska is having the shit beaten out of her by Aradia.

What is Vriska’s big takeaway from this beatdown?

Maybe if we continue to read Aradia as being Vriska’s doppelganger, being savagely beaten by one of her own victims, and one who is so like her in terms of her feelings of helplessness, her feelings of being at the whim of a cosmos that is out to get her, Vriska realizes that the thing she lashes out to attack in other people - the weakness loathed by troll society - is what she hates and fears the most in herself.

https://homestuck.com/story/2587

Aradia is starting to lose her tolerance for scenarios that involve being manipulated by those very same actors that are making her feel helpless.

https://homestuck.com/story/2593

Aradia interprets Sburb as being a challenge to come between any prospective gods and the ultimate reward. Perhaps that is the case. Assigning intent to Sburb to me seems possibly flawed, since it is, after all, only the reproductive organ of a universe. But perhaps it does have some intentions of its own. Are those intentions uniquely Sburb’s? Perhaps specifically Skaia’s. Maybe they are even, more generally, the intentions of Paradox Space itself. But Sburb itself seems more ambivalent to its players than anything. The vast majority of sessions, it seems, kill their players outright, or at least produce null sessions that never give rise to universal reproduction.

https://homestuck.com/story/2625

And that is where we shall conclude for this evening.

Cam signing off, Alive and Not Alone.

#liveblogging #commentary #politics #hierarchy

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Who Could Love a Monster -Envy x Reader-

Envy's never felt.. Well anything, for anyone before. At least, that's how it was before a certain someone rescued this damsel in distress.

-AN: So I've only watched FMA Brotherhood, and this fic starts near the end of the show. Also, I know in the manga envy is kinda genderless, but I don't really wanna keep typing "they" all the time (even though I do view envy as genderless) so I'm going with the Brotherhood adaptation that refers to envy as a he. I also think male pronouns feel a bit more fluid to read in text.

{Rescue}

Chapter 1:

I huffed in annoyance as my colleagues ran around, pure chaos erupting from them all as they tried to figure out what was happening. Mustang and his men were supposedly fighting off Briggs soldiers from taking control of the main gate, though I knew that was a lie. Just a few minutes before, I'd seen General Armstrong and a few of centrals soldiers working together to fight off a giant.. Beast, if you will. They called it a homunculus a few times, but I didn't really believe that. I mean.. They're supposed to be impossible creatures, and yet there it was, supposedly. I was close to yelling at the soldier next to me to calm down, but something caught my eye from the doorway. It was General Armstrong, along with a few Briggs and central men following her. I hesitantly slipped into their group, blending right in with my central uniform. "You mean to say they're under central?!" The General said, whipping around to a thin woman with dark brown dreads. "Yes. The Elric brothers told me to warn you." she said, and I was a bit taken aback by the gleam in her eyes. So ferocious. "I see." The General responded, looking back ahead. We started to descend a large staircase, leading down further than the eye could see. I peeked over the railing a bit, eyes narrowing when all I could see was blackness. "What are we waiting for, let's go!" spoke General Armstrong, her voice protruding and echoing loudly in the emptiness. "I'm sorry, but this is as far as I go. Good luck." The dark haired lady spoke, slamming her hands on the ground and creating a doorway into the wall. So she was an alchemist.. That makes sense, and is probably why she's not wearing a military uniform. Just a second later a gleaming light formed from below her. Everyone's eyes locked on the floor as, out of nowhere, a giant eye opened under her. Suddenly, she disappeared. "IZUMI!!" A man screamed, trying to grab at her disintegrating form. We all stood in shock as she vanished from existence, our eyes wide. "She was labeled a sacrifice, was she not?" The General spoke up from the silence. The man slowly nodded, eyes still wide from what just happened. "Then something like this was bound to happen. The Elric brothers said how, when they transmuted their mother, a similar thing happened to them, and they were transported to a gate of some sorts. That's probably what happened, which means she'll most likely end up in "the father's" lair." she calmly and clearly explained. Everyone nodded, and we continued down the seemingly endless stairs. As we walked, I couldn't help but theorize about what these people were talking about. They sounded so crazy but.. Somehow I knew they weren't lying. I'd seen crazier things after all. Yet, somehow.. [The gate..] I thought to myself, wondering if they could be talking about.. No, no way. Finally, we made it to the bottom, and started our journey down the twists and turns of these dank brick tunnels. Eventually, it seemed like we were going nowhere, so I decided to split off from the group and find my own way. I trailed behind a bit, until I was sure they didn't notice I was gone, then started fast walking down another tunnel after a sharp right turn. A few minutes passed of silence, nothing but the chatter of my mind to keep me occupied. Just then, a scream rang out through the tunnels. Whoever was screaming sounded like they were in so much pain.. Without a second thought, I booked it in the direction of the screams, mind blurring with only the thought of helping this person. I skid to a stop when I saw a central officers uniform. I quickly ducked behind some fallen rubble and peeked over the top. I saw two people, one was most obviously a state alchemist, given the marks on his gloves and the stars of his uniform. "What the hell are you doing to my lieutenant." The Alchemist spoke, his words more like a statement than a question. I glanced to where his furious gaze was locked on, frowning when I saw a person with a strange black outfit on. I noticed that their skin had the same marking as that "Homunculus" from earlier, an Oroboros tattoo. Although this person was much smaller, yet still had remarkable muscles, and even more impressive hair.

"Don't interfere lieutenant, I told you I would take care of him myself." The man spoke, his voice dripping with rage. The homunculus and the alchemist stayed, locked in a battle of glares, until finally he spoke up. "You damn human! Don't you underestimate-AHHHHH!!!!" He was cut off as the alchemist snapped his fingers, letting loose an explosion of fire onto the poor creature. My eyes widened as his skin burned, leaving nothing but charred remains as the flames subsided. I was so shocked, my brain seemed to be having a hard time processing what the fuck was happening. I thought he was dead, but his lifeless body twitched, red flashes of light sparking around him. It seemed to be healing him.. Before he could regenerate though, the ruthless alchemist snapped again, another explosion finding its mark on the homunculus's already charred body. He screamed again. And again, and again. He wouldn't stop, his evil gaze unwavering as he unleashed his furious power upon this creature. I stared in shock and horror at this display of power, juxtaposed perfectly by the creatures agonizing screams. I couldn't take it anymore.. Surely this was enough punishment for whatever he'd done. My eyes began to well up as the creatures crumbled form sat, in an almost praying like stance, his wails piercing through whatever force was stopping me from taking action. The Alchemist stopped, but only for a second, to take a breath. Seeing an opening, I immediately took my chance, jumping in between them, out stretching my arms to protect whatever life this poor thing had left. "STOP IT!" I growled, my voice booming and echoing through the halls. The alchemist stared at me, his angered expression halting for just a second, eyes widening only slightly. But less than a second later, his expression returned to that of fury. "Get out of the way soldier." he spoke, his voice cold and his eyes staring daggers at me. I quickly shook my head, gaze firm on him. "I can't do that sir." I said in equal firmness to my gaze. A silence swam around us for a few seconds, and my heart ached as I heard the heavy, labored breathing of the creature behind me, no doubt still recovering from the alchemists blasts. I hated seeing anyone in pain, regardless of who they were. It was awful, just dreadful, seeing the life drain from someone, their eyes locked in terror. Even though I was in the military, I made it my sworn duty to never kill a soul, I was a negotiator after all, I never had to pull the trigger. I just wish no one had to die at all.. "Move, now. That's an order." The man spoke up, his hands wavering in a ready to snap position. Even though I felt fear racing through me, I stood my ground. If I didn't stand up for this creature, who would? I had to save them, I was the only one who could. "I won't. I don't care what he's done, no one deserves to die!" I yelled, eyes narrowing as his did the same. It seemed like minutes passed as we glared at each other, even though it was most likely a few seconds only. "If you don't move, I'll burn you up with him." He resolved after a while, raising his hands to use his alchemy. My breathing hitched, but I ground my teeth, determined to fight this out till the end. I clenched my hands into fists as his fingers moved, closing my eyes tight, ready to accept whatever was coming. However, not more than a second later, the click of a gun could be heard, echoing from a little ways down the hallway. My eyes shot open to see a blonde haired women a few feet away from the man, gun raised to his head, her gaze steady and serious. "Stop." she said simply, the man's eyes still locked on me. It was about that time that I stopped hearing the labored breathing from behind me, and instead heard nothing. I took the chance, and glanced behind me, eyes locking with the homunculi's. His eyes were wide, a mixture of terror and confusion, body shaking in a half sitting half standing motion, ready to run if needed. His skin was riddled with cuts and bruises, apparently having used the last of his power to heal from the blasts. [What is this human doing?!] Thought Envy, his mind buzzing with panicked thoughts. But the main one that arose from the rest was, [Why?] Why was this human.. This soldier, protecting him? Why was she risking her life for a monster?

"Lieutenant, what are you doing." The Alchemist spoke, and again his voice rang as a warning rather than a question. The woman's stance didn't falter, gun still cocked and ready to shoot. "You can't kill this innocent girl, sir. I'm stopping you from doing something you'll regret." she spoke, and the man's eyes finally drifted from me to her. My eyes narrowed, and I took this opportunity, quickly slapping my hands together and slamming them down on the stone floor. They both jumped away and yelled as I brought up a wall between us and them. It was a strong barrier, but given the Alchemists strength, it would crumble after one or two of his explosions. I quickly whipped around, staring into the homunculi's eyes, determined to save him. "RUN!" I yelled, and he immediately scrambled up, booking it down the corridor, away from the alchemist. I sighed in relief, wanting to follow him, but knowing I needed to hold the alchemist off so he could get away. I couldn't relax for long, as the next thing I knew, a loud explosion rang down the hallway. I turned back around, frowning as I saw that my wall had a giant hole in it. I couldn't see given the smoke, but within a second, a hand grabbed my arm. I screamed, eyes widening as his fingers burned the skin of my wrist as he gripped me, not letting go even as I cried. The pain was unreal.. This was it. This was what saving that creature had cost me. I was going to die, I just knew I was.

But I didn't regret a thing.

Envy's POV-

I ran as fast as my legs could carry me, breath heavy and fast, huffing and panting every time my feet hit the ground. This body wouldn't last me long if I had to fight again. I'd used all my regenerative power, and now even bruises wouldn't heal. [Pretty pathetic Envy.. That alchemist brought me down just like he did Lust. One more hit and I would've died.] I frowned, gritting my teeth at the thought of a mere human saving me. But then.. The way she looked at me. Her eyes, so full of determination, and passion. Here words beaming with worry. [Worry for me..] I almost laughed, "How pathetic is that?! A human, so overpowered with empathy that they'd risk their own life for me." I grinned in malice as an unfamiliar feeling throbbed in my chest. It was odd.. Almost warm. I frowned deeper as an involuntary thought hit me. [Isn't that what I want? For someone to feel empathy for me? To be loved?] I quickly shook the thought away, I would never want that. Not in a million years! And especially not from a human. Back there, on the ground and helpless behind that strange girl, my mind was teaming with questions, questions begging for answers. In times like that, I'd often think to my origins.. How I came to be and where I came from. I was the amalgamation of my father's envy, his jealousy all bottled up into one being. But.. What was I jealous of? I refused to answer that question as I ran, teeth grinding against each other as I tried to keep my distance from that retched flame alchemist, yet also my mind. I couldn't have thoughts like these clouding my judgment. Especially at a time like this.

Suddenly, a loud scream rang out thought the hall. I skid to a halt and whipped around, eyes searching for where the cry was originating. It was the girl. Mustang was gripping her arm hard, and my eyes widened as I saw burn marks beginning to spread to her wrist. [Why is he hurting her?! He wants me!] My brain screamed at me to go back, but I turned around to face the empty hall in front of me. My eyes narrowed to slits and I kept moving. I couldn't let her slow me down. But my run quickly faltered to a walk, and finally I stopped all together. A growing sense of pain radiated through my chest. "What is this?!" I growled, staring down at my hands in disbelief. The subject of my thoughts were the girl. Her and only her. Not of my survival, not of father. Simply the need to help her. "Just because she saved me, you expect me to help her?!" I yelled to no one in particular. The thought of helping a pathetic worm like her made my blood boil, and yet the thought of letting her die had the same effect. I growled to to myself, cursing this human for invoking so much emotion in me. Another scream rang out, and I whipped around, not hesitating as I sprinted in her direction as fast as I could. "DAMNIT, STUPID HUMAN!"

#Envy x reader #Who could love a monster #my fanfics #fanfic #envy fanfic #fma fanfic #fma envy x reader #fanfiction

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A View To A Kill - #24WeeksofBond

This week’s feature is 1985′s “A View To A Kill”. This would be Roger Moore’s 7th and final Bond performance, and judging by Moore’s appearance in this film, it really was for the best. Man, am I torn with this one. I know as a self-proclaimed “Bond Expert” I should hate this movie...take a look at any Bond ranking blog out there and you’ll find the usual suspects rounding out the bottom 5, this film included. While it definitely has its faults (no pun intended), there is just something so unique and charming about this Bond adventure. Maybe it’s the horses, maybe it’s the unforgettable May Day character, maybe it’s the Christopher Walken effect, or maybe it’s the way Bond cooks up a killer Quiche...whatever it is, I just can’t help but enjoy myself when I watch this movie.

It all starts with a fun ski chase scene where Bond is out trying to find the body of a missing 003...he finds him and discovers a microchip in his locket. He must have been on the hunt for Zorin before Bond took over. Not sure, I may have missed it, but eventually the ski chase scene boils down and Bond picks up a board from his snow mobile that got shot down. This leads to “California Girls” playing while Bond snow boards his way out of a pickle. Watching this now - it’s utterly ridiculous and doesn’t quite fit the vibe of the rest of the scene, but when I watched this as a teenager, I absolutely LOVED it and it still brings me back to when I was a kid watching these Bond films for the first time.

We are then treated to a bad ass tune by Duran Duran. This song is one of my favorites. When I think of this movie, 2 things pop into my head right away: that California girls scene, and the Duran Duran song. So far this movie is hitting on all cylinders.

But before we go on with the plot...let’s talk about the elephant in the room, shall we? Bond is so uncomfortably old in this movie. It’s a shame really, this movie has a wonderful plot with amazing characters, incredible action, and a killer score, but the only thing a lot of people take away from it is how old Moore is. I don’t blame them, Moore is definitely a week past the sell by date here and he is still managing to get intimate with a few women. Eh, I really hate to say it, but it was a different time I guess. If Roger Moore had been a little younger or if Dalton had taken over this one...I think this movie would be towards the top of Bond lists everywhere.

Onto the plot...

It turns out this microchip is a copy of a Zorin Microchip that are designed to withstand a nuclear blast. So Bond is set to find Max Zorin (Christopher Walken) and see if there is anything suspicious. Well turns out his horses are really good...that’s enough to get a green light from her majesties secret service. Bond goes to meet some weirdo at the Eifel Tower to talk all things Zorin, but the weirdo gets killed by a poison butterfly toy. That’s funny to write. Anyways, now Bond is really on a mission...

The movie continues with Bond going under cover as a super rich and bossy horse buyer with another man from MI6 who is a horse expert. This part of the movie is just light hearted and fun. We see Bond bossing “Tibbit” around and schmoozing other party folk, and getting to know all the evil bad guys along the way. This is where we find out that Zorin inserts these microchips into the horse for an added boost during races.

Not only do we get to admire some beautiful horses, but we also get our first glimpse at Stacy Sutton (Tanya Roberts) who will go on later to be Bond’s helping force in taking Zorin down. She is seemingly getting a big pay off, for what? We don’t know yet. But instead of Bond getting information from her, how Bond usually does, in a steamy hotel on a moonlit night. Bond finds himself in bed with May Day, and the audience finds themselves uncomfortable with seeing old Moore naked in bed with naked Grace Jones.

Yeah....soooo anyways....

Like with most Bond movies, the plot always starts out rather simple but ends up being something bigger. Yes, Zorin is cheating to win these horse races, by steroids and microchip injection...but then we also find out that Zorin is an ex-KGB who is now doing his own thing. And apparently that thing is to destroy Silicon Valley, taking control of the microchip industry. We never really find out why he needs this, other than having a monopoly. But, why do you want a monopoly on the microchip business? Seems rather lame in my opinion, but it’s Zorin, and he’s got his reasons.

We really don’t deserve a Christopher Walken here, but we get him and its wonderful. Here is something I’ve never picked up before...apparently the old evil guy Hans Glaub was a nazi scientist who experimented with steroids in pregnant women in the concentration camps. The women who gave birth, gave birth to kids with extremely high IQ’s but were psycho paths, leading Bond to suspect Zorin was a product of that. NEVER KNEW THAT BACKSTORY UNTIL TONIGHT! CRAZY!

Well that definitely explains Walken’s performance. Christopher Walken does a fantastic job of playing an extremely charming, highly popular public figure, but also a completely sadistic, ruthless killer who finds killing people “neat”.

On top of having Christopher Walken and Grace Jones as the evil tandem, we get to witness some wonderfully absurd action. We have a Horse riding obstacle course that Bond must complete with 10 guys trying to knock him off; we have a Fire truck chase scene with Bond hanging on the ladder as it’s swinging through on coming traffic; and of course, the final boss battle on top of the Golden Gate Bridge. Some pretty awesome stuff here...but man is Roger Moore old.

Not only is this Roger Moore’s last Bond movie, it’s also the swan song for the best Moneypenny ever...Lois Maxwell - who had served as the Bond flirting secretary to M since the very first Bond movie. Lois had a wonderful career in the Bond series, but she too was getting old. It only seemed fitting that she and Moore go out at the same time to bring in some young blood.

Despite Moore’s age, and yes I know I’m beating a dead horse (that was an intended pun), but this movie does all it can to make up for it. There are so many memorable scenes in this film where I simply cannot in good conscious give this movie a bad review. I would definitely put this movie in a solid place in the middle of the pack, but not bottom 5, I mean come on, Christopher Walken alone moves the movie up 6 spots.

This really was fun to watch tonight. What did you all think? Let me know!

Reviews from Friends:

Dan Perch

Bond as St. John Smythe has to be my favorite fake name😂 Walken and Grace Jones were such a cool team to watch!

My Mom

Omg Sam this was the best bond movie and a fantastic write up on your blog. I laughed so hard at your commentary. You have the makings of a professional critic. You just have to fix that “anyways” habit. I can now see how you boys got addicted to Bond. I would put this brisk and boisterous film way up near the top. My gosh you should at the very least give it another half star. I loved it.

Andrew Albertsen

This was always one of my favorites

Jake Benrud

I had some of the same thoughts about this movie! "California Girls"? Really? I also don't think that Bond's knees could take those jumps at his age. It does make it kind of a fun scene though. I have had the "A View to a Kill" song stuck in my head all week. It's one of my favorite Bond songs as well. I also enjoyed the twang of the electric guitar with the 80's version of James Bond Theme song in the action sequences. Grace Jones as May Day was great. It was kind of funny to see the death by the poison butterfly on a fishing pole. I must have missed the connection on how the Nazi scientist who did experiments with steroids in pregnant women ended up being a father-figure to Zorin. Also, how did he become a KGB agent if he was the product of a Nazi experiment? I guess he could have jumped ship to the next "evil empire." Walken played the part well. I liked his laugh just before plummeting to his death.

24 Weeks of Bond will return next Monday with -

Goldeneye

#24WeeksofBond #roger moore #christopher walken #a view to a kill #james bond #grace jones

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My Star Wars Top 10 of 2018

This year I fell massively in love with Star Wars, learned more about a galaxy far, far away that I ever expected and started this blog, first to liveblog Star Wars Rebels, and later to share my thoughts on whatever new (and old!) Star Wars media I came across. In honor of what, in my mind, was a really fun year for Star Wars, I wanted to share my top 10 list of my favorite Star Wars things that came out this year, across different kinds of media. Read more because it’s really long :P

Honorable Mention: Flight of the Falcon multimedia series (by multiple authors and artists)

Okay, if I’m honest, this gets honorable mention spot, mostly because I felt like putting it in top 10 when it’s really a BUNCH of comics and books would be totally cheating :P One of the more fun things to come out of Solo: A Star Wars Story, this series of loosely connected books and comics whose main connecting factor is the Millennium Falcon (and Bazine Netal’s hunt for it!) is an absolute joy. Cavan Scott knocks it out of the park with the ridiculously fun Choose Your Destiny: A Luke and Leia Adventure. IDW Comics does what’s it does best by bringing together some exciting and unexpected pairs of characters for the last couple months of Star Wars Adventures. In Lando’s Luck Justina Ireland gave us the coolest darn Princess in Star Wars since Leia, Rinetta Gan. And they’re not even done yet, with 2 more comics and Pirate’s Price left to go!

10. Star Wars: Scum and Villainy: Case Files on the Galaxy’s Most Notorious by Pablo Hidalgo

What an awesome and fun book! So much great art, and Pablo Hidalgo always gives 100% with his work. It’s such a creative concept, following Tan Divo and and his descendants, as they report on the criminals and rebels of their day. I completely geeked out over how it gave soooo much neat new information about characters and organizations from ALL OVER the Star Wars universe. It’s an absolute blast!

9. Solo: A Star Wars Story: Tales from Vandor by Jason Fry

This book is AMAZING. Even among the “replica journal” style books that Studio Fun puts out, it stands out as super unique, written from the point of view of the Midnight, the bartender at The Lodge on Vandor (where Han meets Lando), as if he is telling the story to a guest. It’s such a fun outsider’s point of view of Han and the other characters of Solo. The best part though, is the parts of the book that are just a shameless love letter to Star Wars Legends, with nods to stuff like The Wookiee Storybook, LEGO Star Wars: The Padawan Menace and several novels. Jason Fry’s love for the franchise really shines through.

8. Star Wars: Poe Dameron by Charles Soule and penciller Angel Unzueta

This year we said a bittersweet goodbye to Marvel’s monthly Star Wars: Poe Dameron and goodness gracious it was good. Between the Legend Found arc that was to be the original ending and the final The Awakening arc, where Black Squadron is reunited after The Last Jedi, this comic really touched my heart. The last couple pages of issues 25 and 31 still make me cry. :’)

7. Solo: A Star Wars Story directed by Ron Howard and screenplay by Lawrence and Jon Kasdan

THIS MOVIE IS CRIMINALLY UNDERRATED AND I’M MAD AT EVERYONE WHO LET IT FLOP. I’ll admit I wasn’t exactly desperate for a Han Solo Backstory Movie, but Solo was just AWESOME. Just some good, raw, Star Wars-y fun that you can’t help but smile the whole way through. It might not be groundbreaking, but it introduced some super cool characters in L3-37, Qi’ra and Enfys Nest, gave us Maul’s grand triumphant return to the public at large and has INCREDIBLY charming performances by Alden Ehrenreich and Donald Glover as the Han and Lando we all come to love.

6. The Mighty Chewbacca in the Forest of Fear! by Tom Angleberger

If Solo, is good, this kid’s book written to accompany it is even better. I mean, Chewbacca meets K-2SO meets Tooka cats meets teenage bounty hunter/librarian?? On a planet with scary monsters and a spooky evil Force user? Also Cassian is there?? And the daughter of This Funny Hat Dude from Return of the Jedi? Hell yeah!!!!!

The book is hysterical, ridiculously fun and I can’t recommend it enough. I just have to say if you do get it, try and grab the audiobook it’s got a full cast of voices for the main characters including Marc Thompson giving his best Shyriiwook as Chewbacca. I laughed so hard I cried at the narration and a K-2SO’s lines done out loud. You won’t regret it!

5. Star Wars: Women of the Galaxy by Amy Ratcliffe and eighteen awesome artists!

THIS is one of the coolest Star Wars books out there and a celebration of all the women we know and love (and sometimes hate) in a galaxy far, far away. It’s such a wonderful collaboration, created by all women (& non-binary) artists and author. I love that it’s got characters from practically everything—movies, books, comics, video games, you name it! We even got to see characters like Jas Emari for the first time which makes me SO HAPPY. it’s one of the books I come back to all the time just to flip through it and enjoy the illustrations.

4. Star Wars Resistance created by Dave Filoni and executive produced by Athena Yvette Portillo, Justin Ridge, and Brandon Auman

I LOVE RESISTANCE SO MUCH!! I didn’t quiiite know what to expect with the new animated series, but was super excited and it hasn’t disappointed one bit. It’s such a fun show and really enjoyable to have a Star Wars show that is almost just ‘slice of life’ compared to the others. The animation is so cool to me and the characters really cute. I’m ridiculously charmed by all of them, especially our main man Kazuda Xiono and really hyped to see where these characters go. It’s more happy and fun than anything, but I know it will break my heart to pieces soon enough (KAZUDA XIONO. HOME PLANET: HOSNIAN PRIME). I hope more people give it a chance because it really is awesome!

3. Star Wars Adventures: Tales from Vader's Castle by Cavan Scott and various artists

LET THIS BE MY LOVE LETTER TO CAVAN SCOTT AND ALL THE COOL AND AWESOME STUFF HE’S DONE WITH THE STAR WARS UNIVERSE!! I was soooo excited when these came out because it’s such an AWESOME idea, I mean? Star Wars Horror story one-shots connected by a wider plot??? YES PLEASE AND THANK YOU. Doubly so when they star Lina Graf, of the Adventures in Wild Space series by Cavan Scott and Tom Huddleston. I was soooo excited to see her again and it’s amazing to see how she’s grown from a young kid to a brave and capable pilot and Commander in the Rebellion.

Then the individual stories are just awesome. It was a joy to see Kanan and Hera back together again after Rebels (or, well, pre-Rebels). The Dooku story was just amazing and such an enthusiastic tribute to Christopher Lee as Dracula. The Frozen inspired Han and Chewie story was also pretty great and I LOVE that it referenced the events of The Mighty Chewbacca in the Forest of Fear! And, my personal favorite story, the spooky ewok story featuring a young Chief Chirpa and Logray was brilliant and I enjoyed getting a closer first-hand look at ewoks (something we don’t have much of, at least in canon!). All in all just an absolute masterpiece in my book and a great reminder of why IDW Comics’ Star Wars stuff has been so freaking awesome.

2. Join the Resistance: Attack on Starkiller Base by Ben Blacker and Ben Acker and illustrated by Annie Wu

I’M BACK AT IT YELLING ABOUT WHY MORE PEOPLE NEED TO CARE ABOUT THESE WONDERFUL, CHARMING LITTLE KIDS’ BOOKS!! This was such a perfect end to the J-Squadron kids’ story. To me, this series is such a hidden gem and I really hope more people give it a chance. It was wonderful how all the characters’ stories closed out. I loved seeing Jo finally openly defy his parents, Mattis putting his faith in the Force and his friends, the return of Klimo, AG-90 and Dec fighting as brothers but growing stronger for it, and Lorica becoming the hero everybody thought she was. There’s so many fun cameos, from Rey, to Hux to Poe and Black Squadron, with the backdrop of the actual climactic battle in The Force Awakens.

And, one thing I really want to talk about that I love, is how the book (in tandem with the first two) give us the first gay character in a Star Wars kids book, with Dec Hansen. I wish they could’ve said it a bit more explicitly, but we actually got the kid and his friends talking about it in the books? And, with most of the LGBT characters falling more on the “scum and villainy” circles of the galaxy, it’s so refreshing to see a brave and unambiguously heroic gay teenage starfighter pilot trainee. Like, holy shit that actually happened!!!! ANYWAYS READ THIS SERIES I LOVE THEM AND YOU SHOULD TOO.

Oh, also, Annie Wu’s illustrations are AWESOME and I hope she does more Star Wars stuff (Pirate’s Price, out in a week!)

1. Star Wars Rebels created by Dave Filoni, Simon Kinberg and Carrie Beck

I don’t think there’s way I could place anything but Rebels at #1. This show changed my life in so many ways and I’m just. ridiculously thankful it exists. without Rebels, I wouldn’t have this blog, I wouldn’t be up to my ears obsessed with Star Wars and I there’s so many friends I wouldn’t have either. It’s touched my heart in a way that.... gosh I don’t know if I can even think about anything that resonates with me quite in the way Star Wars Rebels has. Pretty sure most if not all of my followers have seen Rebels, haha, but if you haven’t. You won’t regret it. Well, you might. It hurts. I hate to say, but it does. But even if the end destination leaves you heartbroken and uh prone to randomly bursting into tears about it, you will never regret the journey. Everything I learned and experienced with Ezra, Kanan, Hera, Sabine, Zeb and Chopper is beyond precious to me and I’m thankful it exists because it made my year in so many ways.

#star wars rebels #star wars resistance #solo a star wars story #the mighty chewbacca in the forest of fear #join the resistance #tales from vader's castle #star wars: women of the galaxy #star wars poe dameron #tales from vandor #star wars: scum and villainy #flight of the falcon #star wars

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hearteyes-for-killmonger · 6 years

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House Rules

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5

Warning: Language, Dom!Erik, Sub!Reader, Light Smut. The scene began in Part 5 just in case you’re confused coming into this part. Also, I leave out some physical details about the reader on purpose so that the reader can insert themselves, so that’s why the details on Y/N are minimal. Don’t get mad at me if this scene isn’t what you wanted, I’m trying! Plus I lost a chunk of story and had to make up for it, but it’s okay!!..lol. Thank you ALL for rocking with me through this and for all the positive feedback.

Part 6: Revisit

"Then strip."

It's still daytime and Evil Erik has unmasked himself. You see it in his eyes and hear it in his tone. Halo Erik is the one you chose to submit to. This one, however, only seemed to be interested in stepping all over your emotions. You don't like Evil Erik, but it seems you have to go through him to get to Halo Erik. You pull your t-shirt over your head, tossing it aside, and remove your slides and leggings. His eyes dance over your thick and curvy figure from your tight curls down to the polish on your toes.

"I didn't say stop," he says eyes focused on the cups of your black bra. You reach behind your back to unhook it, pulling it off shoulder by shoulder and he stands from his position on the couch, overlooking you. His hands seize and knead your boobs and his fingers sweep over your hard nipples. Bending, his pink tongue meets your nipple, flicking at it, then as his tongue wraps under your nipple it pulls against it with a light suction. It's a sensation you feel down in your clit and he repeats it with the other nipple. He takes a step back, eyes going down to your panties and you hitch your fingers in the elastic pulling them down and stepping out. Your frank talk with Shay helped your confidence a lot. Shay was an objective third party and she knew what she was talking about. It was the ideal situation for exploration, you thought, until Erik got territorial. You hadn't expected that to happen considering the amount of women he juggles. He circles you like a vulture and his lips end up at your ear, brushing against your neck. It's not cold in the least, but you still shiver from the light contact. His hands grip your hips and roam your sides, gliding over your belly and gripping at your boobs again. Then his right hand slips down between your already slick folds and drags your wetness to your clit, rubbing gently, somehow finding the angle that you often go to yourself when masturbating. Then, to your disappointment, he stops.

"Go lay down. I'll be there in a bit," he murmurs in your ear. For the first time, you want him to finish, but you obey. You go to your room to lay down across your bed as daylight streams through your window giving the room natural light. It’s a comfortable wait, but anticipation has you antsy and you turn on your side, squeezing your thighs together.

Time seems to go on forever and you sit up, feet hitting the floor. You walk back into the living room to find it empty. No Erik. You check the kitchen and he's really gone. What the fuck? Woooow.

You find your phone and start to send him a text asking what happened, but change your mind. You were getting really tired of these stupid little games. You were tired of being manipulated. He said he wouldn’t take advantage of your vulnerabilities and yet here he was. With an exasperated sigh, you go to the front door locking all three locks and head back to your room pulling out your trusty bullet vibrator. You didn't need Erik to do what you were used to doing yourself. As a matter of fact, you trade up for your rabbit to enjoy yourself fully. Maybe you’d treat yourself to an ice coffee after. Maybe do some laundry and some online reading. You still had time to do whatever you wanted.

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Erik drove back up the road with the windows down, Future blasting, but when he turned onto the neighborhood street, he turned the music down. When he reached his destination, he parked in the driveway. He wouldn't bother knocking. Shay wouldn't open the door because she knew she'd fucked up and she knew exactly what was coming. Cierra and Jaliyah knew their places and stayed there, but Shay. Shay liked to test him.

Shay was the newest sub before Y/N and she a handful. She contacted him on FetLife and they’d met to talk about what they were looking to experience. She was honest about being typically dominant, but she lied like shit about her intentions. The first time they’d fucked, it was exactly what she’d described in the fantasy she’d shared. She’d left the front door unlocked and he’d pretended to break in, creeping upstairs where he found her in bed, red lingerie complimenting her smooth skin. His rough hand clamped tightly over her mouth, “Just give me what I came for and I won’t have to hurt you,” he’d muttered in her ear, already ripping at the fabric to expose her fully. She begged for him to leave, to unhand her, to spare her and he gripped her throat tightly cutting off her air supply. When she couldn’t speak, he slammed into her mercilessly, bottoming out. He didn’t stop until real tears flooded her eyes and by that time, she was begging him to let her cum and she did.. all over her comforter. This was the type of shit she’d signed up for.

The second time, however, she’d called when he was with a different sub demanding his time. Each of his subs knew they weren’t the only one and there was no deception. The only one who had an issue was Shay. He knew she wanted more than he was willing to give. She was beautiful, but she was possessive. He’d almost cut her loose when he realized, knowing the deviousness of her type, but he didn’t. She showed her true colors after that, emboldened, and she tried unsuccessfully to run his schedule. She gradually tried to switch roles on him, challenging him for dominance, and after a month he sat her down to discuss her true motives and her needs. He reminded her of his limits and advised her to explore her dominance on an actual sub. She insisted that a dom was what she was missing, not a sub.

The first time she truly, truly pissed him off, she tried to stick her finger in his ass. She didn’t realize then just how close he was to breaking her damn neck, but instead of doing that, he pulled out her paddle. It was an impression paddle she used on her submissive partners with three hearts meant to leave heart shaped marks. Likely, she’d never had it used on her. That night he figured if she could do shit to him she knew he didn’t like, he could beat her ass with her own paddle. She flew straight for a while after that, only needing a paddling one other time. He knew she still had that damn paddle because she still had subs. When she fucked up today, it was a wrap. He’d seen the jealousy on her face when Y/N called him daddy and it set her off. She was challenging his role as a dom under the facade of being submissive while simultaneously trying to steal his sub in a power move and that just wouldn’t do.

The lock on her door was a tumbler lock, the most common type. The door might as well be wide open. He pulled out his tension wrench pressing it into the bottom of the keyhole and inserted his bogota rake into the top, wriggling it and then the door was open. She wasn't downstairs. He crept soundlessly up the stairs and she wasn't in the hall. He saw the bathroom door was closed and he heard the shower. Opening the door, he entered the bathroom and there she was through the transparent shower curtain. He propped himself against the sink and watched her move as she washed herself, soapy and oblivious. Finally she startled at his presence and stilled, her hand moving to calm the fast-beating heart in her chest.

"How did you get in here?" Her inflection exposed her nervousness as she caught the humored glint in his eye. She hadn’t left the door unlocked this time. She returned to washing herself and he pulled back the curtain for an unobstructed view.

"I told you... I'd deal with you," his eyes wandered over her tight, wet body and he turned off the water. He saw in her eyes that she was going to run and the second she moved, he grabbed her, lifting her thrashing body effortlessly over his shoulder.

"You said give her a show. I was only doing what you wanted," she tried to reason, but he didn’t care. She was devious and jealous and he recognized that in her from the start.

He toted her to her room and with her securely over his shoulder, shifted through her drawers pulling out two sets of handcuffs. Tossing her roughly to her bed, she fell and bounced on her back and he flipped her over onto her front. Pulling on her wrists, he cuffed each one to a bar on her wooden headboard.

“I didn’t break any of your rules! I did what you said!” She absolutely hated getting paddled and he knew it. That’s why it was the perfect punishment. He found the impression paddle.

"Count," he said and the paddle hit her left cheek with a loud smack. It felt so good to finally do that again.

"One!" She knew this was what would happen yet she still acted up. He hit her other cheek with equal strength and she jolted. When the paddle returned to the first cheek, he hissed. She was getting sore already and there were hearts although you could barely see them because she wasn’t white.

"F-Four," she breathed as the paddle struck again. After six she was done, but he needed to drive the message home.

“E-Eight, please, please” she breathed trying to dodge the hit with no way to succeed. She was at her limit, sniveling. How did she dish it out, he wondered. He dropped the paddle and pulled a condom from her drawer, making quick work of it.

“Arch that shit. You know the position.” She was still crying from the sting of her asscheeks when he entered her, no thought of taking it easy. He pushed her head which was turned to the side into the bed, thrusting in hard, deep strokes. This was 100% for his pleasure. He lost himself in measured strokes, masturbating with her body and then when she was on the edge of cumming, he stopped, pulling out. She groaned in frustration and he picked up the paddle to threaten her.

“Nono! I’m sorry,” she begged and he gave her one hard smack to the thigh.

“Watchu sorry for?”

“Acting up..,” she whined thinking it would get her off the hook. It didn’t. He delivered another two hard smacks to the same thigh.

“FOR TESTING YOU. I’M SORRY,” she yelped and he dropped the paddle.

“It’s too late for all that. We done. Take a bath in some epson salt, wear loose clothing, and.. Don’t ever call me,” he said walking to the door.

“ERIK! How can.. Can you at least unlock the cuffs?! How am I supposed to get up?! What if I have to pee?”

“What’s the password to your phone?” he said looking toward the cell phone on her dresser. She hesitated, but when she saw him turn to leave again she told him. He scrolled and found a contact in her messages. A sub. He called the number and the man picked up on the first ring.

“Your mistress requires your presence right now. The door is unlocked.” With that, he hung up, stole an extra pair of cuffs, and exited to the sound of complete silence. No doubt, she didn’t want him to come back with that paddle.

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You felt refreshed after two orgasms, a nap, and a shower so you redressed and took a quick drive to the Coffee Bean. You kept telling yourself you’d go back, and now after an eternity, you had. You order an ice blended chai mate, not even knowing what it is. Maybe you’ll love it. Taking a window seat, you gaze out at the parking lot and people watch. You look at the sky and you look at the trees. It’s so hot outside, but the air inside is cool. There’s a woman outside, a mom struggling with her son. He’s wild you can tell and she’s trying to keep him by her side. She enters the coffee shop and he’s jumping up and down, needing absolutely no coffee. But she definitely deserves it. If you could do it without being weird and awkward, you’d pay for it. You put your head back to your cup and pull out your phone to click back and forth through apps. Times like these you needed friends to hang with. You end up on Tinder again and just for kicks, you start clicking yes on anyone black nearby. Everyone. The matches start rolling in. You pick out a black guy who’s two years younger than you but super cute and the app says he’s close. Gathering your guts, you send him a message.

Y/N: Hey

You take a sip of your drink and wait. After a few minutes he responds.

Flu: 😍😍

Y/N: 😀 Do they call you Flu because you’re so ill? (Lame I know)

Flu: They call me Flu because my name Falucious but if I had a nickel for every time I heard that, I’d have two nickels. What are you doing?

Y/N: Drinking coffee at the Coffee Bean. Do you wanna hang out?

Flu: Yeah, what coffee bean?

You sent him the address of the place and fifteen minutes later, a man came through the door. He was tall, thin, and slightly muscular and he had rich deep brown skin. He spotted you and came right over taking a seat across from you.

“You look the same in person, I’m shocked. A lot of people don’t look like their pictures,” he said making himself comfortable. You smile. He looks exactly the same as his photo. Dark brown eyes, attractive stubbled beard, close cut hair, and a strong jawline.

“Catfish. If you don’t videochat, you’ll never know what you’re getting,” you offer and he smiles back.

"What's that you're drinking?"

"Oh, Ice blended chai. It's actually pretty decent, I usually get Mocha or hazelnut."

"I'm a get one, see what it's hittin on," he says and then he goes to order. He sips it as soon as he gets it and you wait for his reaction as he comes back.

"Sooo?" Your expression is eager and he takes another sip, deliberating.

"It's good. Not as good as chocolate or mocha, but not bad. 7 out of 10."

"You actually rated it, wow. You're cool. "

You sat there with Flu for the next hour and had clean, light-hearted conversation. It made you feel good to talk to someone about things that made you laugh and smile. Then he had to go. You traded numbers and decided if he contacted you, you'd definitely see him again.

Back at your apartment you get your laundry done and put it away while watching the new Deadpool movie. When you finally check, there's a notification from Flu, a text.

Flu: Good meeting you, beautiful. Hope to go out again.

Well that was sweet. You type up a short response about how nice it is to meet someone chill from Tinder.

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Erik was on his way back to Y/N’s when his second phone rang. Rell. He immediately turned the car around knowing exactly what the call was.

“Where you at? I’m a scoop you,” Rell said and Erik gave him the address of a nearby supermarket. It had a large parking lot and he changed into a navy shirt and shorts he kept in his car for this very occasion. When Rell pulled up, Erik pulled his duffle bag from the trunk and hopped in.

“He at his mistress house, just cap him and I’ll get the rest,” Rell assured and Erik’s lip quirked at the mention of a mistress. The man they were after was great at disappearing, but he’d always pop back up when his dick got hard and in need of special attention. In the end, it would be his dick that did him in. Erik thought it was funny until they went all the way back in the direction he’d just come from. They turned down the familiar road and into the neighborhood and then he knew. Shay. Fuck. It made sense, because as long as you were paying, she was entertaining, but still..

When they pulled up, he knew what he had to do. He screwed his silencer onto the end of his gun and walked through the unlocked door like any other day. No one was downstairs, but he could hear distressed groans. No doubt, it was the nigga he was there for. He crept up the stairs soundlessly for the second time that day thinking he probably didn’t need to be that sneaky. Where was the nigga finna go butt ass naked? The deep grunts made his nose turn up and he turned the corner into Shay’s room, aiming the gun at the pale man on the floor. He was lying there on his back mumbling in Russian, balls crushed under Shay’s heel. Shay glanced up, alarmed, and the man tried to get up, but Erik shot him in the head. An easy, clean shot. Horror spread fast through Shay’s face and she jumped back, away from the body and Erik.

“Shay. Breathe. It’s okay. You’re okay,” he pointed the gun away and approached her to calm her down before she could slip too far into shock. Turning her head away from the body and to him instead, he walked her through breathing exercises until she was able to breathe on her own. Then he messaged Rell, who came in to clean the mess.

“I guess we know why you never like to talk about what you do for a living,” Shay murmured watching Rell as he worked. Erik nodded slowly.

“Don’t judge me just yet.. You should be more careful of the men you let in your bed.” Rell snapped a picture of the body and sent it to the contractor before collecting the body to take out. The place was clean. Erik stopped to take one final look at Shay before he walked out permanently. Her eyes were still wide.

“I know this is your first time experiencing some shit like this and hopefully it’ll be the last time, but you’re okay. Really. No one’s after you and ain’t no one gone hurt you. So when we leave, just breathe. Go back to normal and NEVER speak of this. You got that?” She nodded, eyes finally going back to a normal size.

“She was fine as shit,” Rell said once they pulled off and the corner of Erik’s lips pulled up slightly. She really was, but like all people, she had her issues. Issues he’d only made worse. That’s what happened whenever anyone tried to get too close to him, he’d ruin it somehow or bring some shit into their life they ain’t sign up for. No one ever stayed in his life for long. He was even fuckin up with Y/N and she was nothing but patient with him. He knew he needed to stay away from her before he turned her entire life upside down and hurt her in a way that he couldn’t take back, but he couldn’t stay away. Afterall, he still knew what Y/N was in search of and he was confident that he could be that for her. He’d seen deep into her and he liked what was there. He could fix things if he was persistent.

Yeah.. that was it. He just needed to be persistent.

When he got back to his car, he decided to drop by Y/N’s place. He’d left for a lot of reasons that he didn’t want to revisit. Some of it was his own fault and some of it was hers. He just wanted to move past all of that and kick it with her like he was used to. He’d never spent this much time or energy thinking about Cierra or Jaliyah. He didn’t really care what they were doing right now, but he hoped Y/N was home sitting on her couch watching a predictable caucasian movie.

Her car was in the lot, he noted, heading to the elevator and then to her door. He sent a text that she ignored. Then he sent another and another and another because he knew she’d read it.

Y/N open the door

I’m not leaving

I’ll stay out here all night I’m as stubborn as you

I’m a start knocking and disturb your white neighbors

Stop ignoring me or at least don’t open the first message then I won’t know

He started knocking nonstop. She’d have to open the door or let him make a scene. It seemed she was choosing the latter. It was fine by him.

“Angelcakes. Open the door! Open this door baby. How you gone lock Daddy out like this?” He kept knocking and finally the door cracked open, but his time the top chain was still across it.

“Take the chain off before it break,” he said knowing he was going to break it if she didn’t. She knew it too because she closed the door and when she opened it the chain was gone. He walked in noting Y/N’s pissed face. The whole scene was very familiar.

“Look, I know you mad I left you earlier and I don’t have an excuse, but right now I just need to be around you. I don’t care what we do, but I’m not leaving.”

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uhhhhhhokay · 5 years

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My Unpopular Opinions of 2018

This is messy, a bit mean, and full of my mad/irritated feelings. You’ve been warned. No slipping into my asks as an anon to fight with me because I’ve posted this on my account. These are my opinions and I’ve already said that they aren’t that nice to some shows

1) Charmed and Black Lightning are the only good CW shows and it has the best lesbian rep of 2018 (and Rosa from b99 would be the best bisexual rep)

2) Melanie Scrofano/Wynonna Earp is the best part of Wynonna Earp. Honestly lately the rest of the characters for me have either awful or boring or funny but given nothing to do

3) Also even though she’s the main actress, Melanie is somehow the most underrated actress/character in the show. She’s disregarded by so many fans, either in favor of Wayhaught or Doc, and the show treats her like shit by constantly putting her with Doc

4) Descendants fans who pit Dove Cameron and China Anne McClain against each other in the hopes of making the other seem superior are doing absolutely nothing for their careers and are contributing to the unnecessary comparison between successful women

5) Also I don’t care if you don’t like Dove Cameron, but hating her for that Mal/Harry comment she made months ago is so fucking ridiculous. She’s a girl in love who also loves her character, god forbid she make her own headcanons for it, and it wasn’t like she was asking for it to happen (and no she wasn’t disregarding Mal’s current relationship Ben because she was talking about Mal and Harry being exes god damnit)

6) I can’t believe i have to say this in 2018 BUT STOP WITH THE INCEST STORYLINES! IT AIN’T CREATIVE OR SURPRISING BITCHES JUST GROSS

7) ALSO STOP SHIPPING INCEST GOD PLEASE STOP

8) Timothee Chamalet or whatever his name is, isn’t that great. Like he’s fine I guess but like....Have you seen other actors? I mean, there’s Fady Elsayed, Jack Black, Jordan Renzo, Greg Austin (rip Class), and so many more actors that are, in my opinon, significantly more talented

9) Letterkenny and Galavant are the best comedies out there

10) Riverdale is shit for erasing Jughead’s asexuality and queerbaiting fans at the beginning with Beronica

11) I’ve said this before, but people disliking Cole Sprouse because of the abuse allegation against him is incredibly valid.

12) Mike Flanagan, Jordan Peele, and Kate Siegel are the only people I trust to write some bone chilling horror stories

13) The Haunting of Hill House is better than American Horror Story and The Chilling Adventures of Sabrine combined

Now it’s time to get serious.....

14) I have no respect and cannot get along with people who talk about how ugly people are

15) The hellsite is shit for so many reasons but some of its worst qualities are when people take a situation and make it black and white, have zero sympathy or empathy for other people, and twist peoples words and put in meanings that were never there

16) I also hate how how people only care about mental illness when it doesn’t come to their jokes or memes. For example, mental health has been talked about a lot in regards to Ariana Grande, which is good, but once her engagement with Pete Davidson ended, no one hesitated to attack him in almost every way possible even though the man has been very outspoken about his depression. I don’t know shit about Pete Davidson but I’ve seen him relentlessly be attacked and have his depression and suicidal thoughts be joked about.

17) Stanning is a fucked up culture that we need to leave behind in 2018. There are some celebrities who have a lot of projects that I love and I admire their talent, but the concept of stanning either includes an unhealthy amount of devotion to a celebrity or it erases them as a human being and reduces them down to objects. In some cases, both of these are true. It’s a sick thing for both fans and the celebrities. If a celebrity does something wrong, call them out, and if they don’t listen, well forget it or move on. Cancelling them as if they can be thrown in the garbage and disposed of promotes negativity and hatred, which is doesn’t solve anything, and it can inhibit any growth from that celebrity. They are human and will inevitably fuck up. It’s the only way to learn and grow.

18) This is about Wynonna Earp but it’s a serious post. I’ve made my thoughts about this show abundantly clear but there is one thing I haven’t talked about at all and that’s the racism in the show and in the fanbase. Disclaimer: I am white. This show hasn’t treated any of their poc or black characters well. The latest example would be the treatment of Dolls and Kate. The last two seasons Doc has had two women of color as his love interests, and both of these characters have been treated as objects to make Wynonna jealous. There is also the lack of story and villainization of these women. There is also the major lack of story with Dolls, which most likely led to Shamier Anderson’s decision to leave. I won’t get into anymore, this is how I’ve always viewed these poor storylines, but I will say this: white fans of Wynonna Earp, we do not get a say on how black viewers should feel about any of these storylines. White lesbians, you would be livid is Waverly or Nicole were killed, and rightfully so. Black people or people of color probably felt the rage you would’ve felt if you lost one of those characters when Dolls was killed off. Telling people to get over it is cruel. If people want to stop watching, that is their right. We have no place in telling them how they should feel about the treatment of their representation.

19) I made this post a while ago but it holds true: https://uhhhhhhokay.tumblr.com/post/179314393735/shows-with-good-lgbt-rep

20) Everyone needs a break from social media. I know that for some people, it really helps because we have friends on here that we can talk to, but it also has so many negative effects. The real world is nothing like this toxic website. You should take breaks from it every once in a while. You need to get hobbies. You need some other past time than this website. The majority of people on this site aren’t good and everyone should take a breather from it. I take breaks from this site on a regular basis and when I do it feels so fucking good.

21) Random but The Lodgers is the worst movie ever and it’s an even worse horror movie. Would not recommend. Unless you feel like roasting something for an hour and a half. The only good part about watching that movie was that I watched it with my roommate who I am good friends with and we laughed our asses off and made fun of it so much. It is truly awful. Even though I had a blast roasting it, I will never get that time of my life back.

22) The Last Jedi does not deserve that 91% on rotten tomatoes. Just like how The Lodgers deserves far less than 56%.

23) Time to get serious again. I get that a lot of us wished that the shows we loved were real, but they aren’t. That’s a fact that everyone needs to realize and accept. To me, hating an actor for their character’s actions is just as fucked up as stanning. They aren’t their character. They are not responsible for the shit their characters pull. They are carrying out the story written for them. As for writers, sometimes the writers do not support their characters actions either. Just because the character is evil or mean or whatever does not always mean that the people who work behind the curtain support that.

24) Shipping real people and harassing them is sooo inappropriate and messed up. I shouldn’t really have to explain this one but too many people on this site don’t seem to grasp it. I mean, didn’t Harry Styles say a while ago that all the smutty fanfics, tweets, and fanarts about him and his bandmates effect his friendships with him? Him reacting that way is not homophobic, btw. It is him reacting naturally to people fetishizing and sexualizing him and his friends. These are real people. Their relationship, sexuality, and god just so much of their lives is none of our business. They don’t owe us any information about their personal lives. We don’t own them. They are their own people, which also means that they make their own mistakes.

25) Random again, but original Charmed fans put their show too high of a pedestal. I never got really into show. I tried it, think I watched half of the first season, and I did a little research on it and I was in the fanbase for a hot sec but it was very short. From my research, it seems to me, that for a feminist show, the cast (except Shannon Doherty) was the opposite behind the scenes. I know you can’t help who you don’t like but you can control how you talk about someone, especially to the public, and from what I’ve seen there’s been more negative comments from them about their castmates than positive. I don’t think anyone will know the whole story but to me the feud between the og’s leading ladies has always very catty to me, and it’s gotten even worse with the remake. You can be protective of your show without being rude. You don’t have to support the remake, and you can do that without being rude either. By the way, this is more directed towards Holly Marie Combs, who I believe has been the most outspoken about being against it. Three young actresses are doing the job they love and they were given a chance to be the new charmed ones for a new generation. There is no reason to be so negative about it. It looks even more immature when you see the cast of the original Sabrina who gleefully gave their support to the new cast.

26) Adults please stop thinking every show is for you. it’s not. Some shows are for kids, some shows are for teenagers, and some shows are for you. If you enjoy the show that’s directed towards a younger audience then that’s great. If you don’t enjoy it, then that’s fine too. What is not fine is you acting like that show was meant for you and tearing it apart and bullying people of that directed age group online. I can’t believe the amount of times I’ve seen some 19-40 year old dipshit on the internet go and bully a 15 year old only because they said they loved a show. That is not only sick and immature but it’s uncalled for.

27) Also 15 year olds or younger, do not use your age as an excuse to be mean either. You might be young and you will definitely make huge mistakes, but there’s is nothing to justify you telling someone to kill themselves or insulting them just because they don’t like your favorite character or something. You might not be as experienced as some adults, but you’re old enough to know what the fuck you’re doing and how wrong it is. Don’t be cruel and blame it on you being young and stupid. You maybe young and all of us will always be a bit stupid, but that does not excuse your behavior. And @ older people who do that shit too, your older age and power does not excuse your cruelty either. Nothing excuses telling someone to kill themselves. Ever. Especially if it’s over a goddamn tv show.

28) Can Ryan Murphy please just make one tv show and stick with it until it ends? He has so many great concepts but because he wants to do all of them at once they all go downhill after one season.

29) On the same but different note, fuck Ryan Murphy for having Violet and Tate get back together. My girl deserves better than a serial killer/rapist that also got her mom killed because he impregnated her with the anti christ. Fuck that.

I never intended this to be so long lol no one will read this

30) The Hormone Monster is literally a metaphor for hormones. Stop twisting it into pedophilia. That show is so sex positive and is so much better than most of the sex ed that we got.

31) Let’s leave monster fucking behind please

32) Puzzles are a treat to do

33) Funko pops are cute but they make a lot of dumbass decisions regarding which ones to make (like I saw pops of that new nutcracker movie a while before it was released like maybe wait and see how it does first????)

34) Also lets stop thinking of ships/shows as a way to up yourself as more progressive or whatever. We all have our trash shows and ships, stop acting like a saint. Just because someone has a trash ship, does not mean they are lesser than you.

35) Fanbases are usually always trash. This didn’t change at all in 2018.

36) Class’s first season was significantly better than Torchwoods first season. You guys are just mean.

37) While I adore Class, Patrick Ness’s dialogue was really YIKES sometimes (the Charlie April deleted scene nearly killed me). Overall it was good though because it was the closest depiction of how teens speak.

38) Also any teen drama show that has a teen speak seriously in a hashtag should burn in hell (if a hashtag is used in dialogue as joke then it’s fine because it’s funny)

39) An actor being on a show you don’t like does not warrant hate

40) It’s been two years since Class but still, fuck the dw fans who were/are so mean to the class actors, especially Vivian Oparah and Sophie Hopkins.

I think that’s it.

#40 points long #bbc class

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closetofanxiety · 5 years

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Impact Homecoming thoughts

Hey, I ordered this on the Fite TV app! Where the hell is my calendar??

Anyway, here we go:

I enjoyed this show! I watched it along with @ioplokon via the magic of the Internet, and it was a lot of fun. I see the usual Impact naysayers online are saying the relative lack of Twitter chatter about this show indicates the Company That Wouldn’t Die is in great peril, but I spent years predicting the demise of TNA only to be proven wrong every single time. I will say that the timing of this PPV was not spectacular: mere days after Wrestle Kingdom, and following two weeks of clip shows on TV. Oh, and it cost $40. The old PPV model is dead dead dead, and even ROH has adjusted its plans accordingly. I am a lunatic with a reasonably generous disposable income, so I bought it, but how many people like me are there?

I am glad that they announced their weekly show, which is moving to the TV wilderness (literally, it’s a wilderness channel) of Pursuit, will also be simulcast for free on Twitch. I don’t know what that means about the current financial viability of the company, but it does mean, in the short term, I can actually watch Impact in real time. And Impact’s been really good for a solid year!

Thoughts on the show:

* Fun opener! Putting Ethan Page in the X Division championship scramble thing was a great idea, because he brings a different feel to a match that otherwise would likely feel like a cruiserweight showdown. Page probably should have won, honestly. Having Swann win is ... uh, whatever. Swann’s a good wrestler, but even without the Baggage, he’s never really been the guy to be the face of a division. He was a solid midcard dude in PWG, and there’s nothing wrong with that, but I think that’s probably his top dollar best.

* What a trip it is seeing Jordynne Grace on a pay-per-view, even in an era when that model is pretty much dead! Ironically, I think this is the most money I’ve ever paid to see Jordynne Grace wrestle, and I’ve seen her in person like a billion times. She’s terrific. She’s a star in the making. This match also featured Su Yung, who I obviously adore. Her work doesn’t always translate in a TV match - she’s best as a brawler, and her greatest skill is absorbing inhuman amounts of punishment - and it was a little shaky here, but in general this was a fun match. I don’t 100 percent buy Allie as an Evil Creature of the Night, but she’s definitely thrown herself into the role. Rosemary returned at the end, kind of predictably, but it was still welcome.

* Willie Mack is great. Just so agile and nimble for a big man, and with gallons of natural charisma. I love watching him wrestle. I have never seen a Willie Mack match that is not, at least, a hoot. Sami Callihan is ... I don’t know. It feels like he’s kind of spinning his wheels. When he left NXT, there was a period like a year when he was on an absolutely ferocious tear, and that momentum has really just translated into a midcard villain job and a kevlar vest. Maybe he’s distracted by doing a million different things in wrestling, but it feels like a long time since he’s been a realistic choice as The Dude. On commentary, Josh Matthews says “Sami Callihan is treated like a god in Dayton, Ohio,” which, even if it is untrue (it is), tells us everything we need to know about Dayton.

* Eddie Edwards vs. Moose was a blast! So fun. Just a crazy, all-out war. Ioplokon aptly said it was like watching ROH in 2010. There were some genuinely bonkers spots in this match, moments where I thought, Gentlemen, ease up. I think Eddie’s never really gotten his due, but matches like this show he totally deserves to be considered part of the top rank of non-WWE wrestlers. Did it have kind of a goofy setup? Sure, it involved Raven in a mental institution. But I *like* goofiness. I watch professional wrestling. The name of this blog is taken from a thing Kevin Sullivan used to say while pretending to be a devil worshiper who conjured Mark Lewin out of the Atlantic Ocean. There should be more goofiness in wrestling. Also, Alisha Edwards showed up at the end of this match and nearly broke a dang kendo stick over Moose’s head.

* I just can’t get into Eli Drake. He seems like a character you have to face in a preliminary match on a wrestling video game. Just not my kind of wrestler. He beat Abyss in a Monster’s Ball match which was certainly a match that happened.

* The tag match between LAX and the Lucha Bros lived up to expectations as a completely crazy spot-filled sprint of total mayhem. I saw this matchup at Americanrana ‘17, and it was the only time I’ve seen people throw money into the ring. These guys are so well suited as opponents, and the crowd was absolutely cooking throughout the whole thing. A lot of fun. Watch it if you get the chance. LAX deserve to be huge stars.

* The women’s title match between Tessa Blanchard and Taya, with Gail Kim as referee, should have been the main event. There was a good story here, with the expected tension between Kim and Blanchard, and overall it just felt like more was at stake. I did NAWT agree with the finish, because Tessa should have lost clean, but it at least raises the tantalizing prospect of a Gail Kim feud with Tessa. I know Gail is “retired,” but wrestlers never retire.

* The main event happened! Tape Machines said on Twitter it looked like the kind of match where one wrestler is working through a case of the flu, and that’s about right. Everything felt weirdly disjointed and disconnected, not even a spotfest so much as a hastily assembled spot collection. They should have put the belt on Brian Cage, but for some reason they didn’t. Killer Kross came out after and beat up Johnny and Taya. I guess we’re getting a Killer Kross feud with Johnny Impact, which, uh ... listen, Impact is better than it’s been in a long time but it’s still a work in progress, OK?

#Impact #TNA #show reviews #Impact Wrestling

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V: If you could write the sequel (or prequel) to any fic out there not written by yourself, which would you choose? T: Any fandom tropes you can’t stand? F: Share a snippet from one of your favorite dialogue scenes you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.

V) The only fics I can think of that I've ever read and thought "damn I wish I could write a sequel for this" were a few badly-written Hetalia fics I read waaaaay back in like 2013 😂 I won't name any names since A) I've forgotten the names anyway and B) I mostly wanted to spite-write a sequel so it seems unfair to bash it here, but I usually only ever want to fix "bad" fics so to speak (There are also a few Pokémon Ranger I'd gladly write sequels to too tbh)T) OHHHH Okay so idk if this question means fandom-specific tropes or just overall fandom tropes but hm...1) I generally dislike AUs since I feel quite often they're just an excuse for the author to write an original story but they throw canon, popular characters in there to get views. Like I came here to read a story about a French orphan from the 1880s if I wanted to read about her being a highschool student I'd go to a library and find a book about highschool students ya feel me2) I have WAAAAAAAY more fandom specific tropes or hc that I dislike like really I could fill a book with them so I'll try to keep this short: Pokémon Ranger: Bucketloads of edge and angst, gratuitous gore or violence, Gordor being unnecessarily evil or cruel, Spenser being a dipshit, protagonist who can speak directly to Pokémon OriginShipping (God now there's a blast from the past): Steven being autistic (because only autistic people can have a passion for something amirite lads) one of them being trans/nb/genderfluid/whatever (since half the time it's terribly written) overblowing Steven's love of geology, making Steven a confused dumbass who has no idea how to be in loveBallerina: CALLING RÉGINE UGLY HOW DARE, Odette always wanting children but being barren (because God help if women don't want children) Félicie and Camille just... suddenly being BFFs after the film with no underlying tension or anything Coco (FUCK ME THIS IS WHY I RARELY READ COCO FANFIC): Imelda being from a wealthy background who turned their back on her because she married ""below herself"", Imelda disliking Ernesto for no reason in pre-movie fics, Héctor being described as a puppy/being likened to a puppy/behaving like a puppy BASICALLY JUST HÉCTOR BEING SOME OVEREXCITABLE DIPSHIT, Héctor (or Ernesto) being an incompetent manchildI kinda dislike Imelda anyway so eh F) “What’s done is done. You gave that other child the role. Don’t strip it from her just because Félicie is my student.”“I never said I would.”“You were thinking it though.”(From "A Curtain Call" chapter 21.)I was actually congratulated on this line, which is why it immediately sprang to mind, and I'm pretty glad it turned out as I intended. I just wanted it to be a quick stab at the movie and how it implies that Mérante only helps Félicie because of his relationship with Odette 😂 Or that was always my impression anyway

#Ellie talks #air mail #damn i haven't written fanfic in forever have i

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Kept this from a game I did a while back where people send in story ideas they wished I would write and I really liked @neutrallibrarian‘s idea. I was going for a sort of children’s simplified legend sort of feel.

Pairing: MadaraTobirama / HashiramaMito Word count: 3546 Summary: Jealous of the power held by the Heavenly Bodies, the human Kaguya traps one of them in an attempt to steal that power for herself. She should have known better than to challenge those she views as gods.

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The Witching Moon

Hashirama’s feet touched down lightly on a patch of dry earth, careful to control his own warmth in this already desolate place. He paid little attention to exactly where on the earth he had arrived other than to note the massive waves of sand all around him; it didn’t matter where he was, Mito would always be able to feel him upon her surface.

As he expected, his wife appeared in a rush of brown and green within the space of a human heartbeat. Lush red leaves from her waning season cascaded from atop the crown on her head in place of hair, evergreen vines and petals from her growing season covering her modesty in place of clothing. She was as beautiful as she had ever been in his eyes but for once Hashirama did not take the time to stop and admire the Body of Earth.

“Something has happened,” he said in place of a greeting. Mito inclined her head.

“I’ve felt the stirring in the spirits as well. Do you have any idea what it is?”

“No.” Hashirama’s mouth twisting with worry. “The stars are gossiping, as they always do, but none of them can give me any solid answers. Typical.”

Mito allowed a smile to flash across her lips like wildfire. “You know better than to listen to the stars.”

“Well there’s little else to listen to up there except the Darkness and you know all he does is sleep, the tired old thing. Ah, my wife, one of these days I shall fall from the sky and spend the rest of eternity resting in your embrace.” Hashirama reached out to caress the skin of her cheek, brown like the loam of her forests. His own skin was an even darker brown, the fire which made up his true form contained underneath as brilliant flickers of red and gold.

“Have you heard from the Moon?”

“Not in years. They’re still sulking about that eclipse. I really didn’t mean to be so close! I can only apologize so many times.”

“I see.” Mito shook her head. “Well I’m sure they felt this stirring as well; very likely we’ll see them soon enough.”

Hashirama tilted his head back to look up in to the vast expanse above them. As the Body of Sun it was his duty to help all life grow but there was something on the wind that told him there were cold and dark times upon them. A shiver passed down his spine in remembrance. The last time he had felt this cold one of his stars had gone supernova.

Although time did not pass quite the same for the celestial Bodies as it did for all the other beings of the universe, it still wasn’t very long even by earth standards before a familiar presence made itself known. Madara had never been very good at being quiet or dim despite his coloring. The Body of New Moon was robed in black, both by his clothing and his endless hair crafted from shadows, with only his face exposed to shine brilliantly with the silver-white of his true form.

Dark eyes hard with anger glared out from beneath the fall of his hair as Madara touched down in a massive spray of sand and both Hashirama and Mito were stunned by his disheveled state.

“He’s gone!” his harsh voice growled. “Taken! Gone and taken – taken from me – he is mine!” Acidic rage poured from his aura in concussive blasts, his words halting and repetitive in his all-consuming anger. Earth and Sun blinked in astonishment for his spectacular entrance.

“Who is gone?” Hashirama asked. Madara turned to snarl at him as though something were his fault.

“Tobirama! He was stolen from me!”

“HE WHAT!?”

Spouts of fire erupted from fissures in Hashirama’s skin, heat boiling over in his anguished surprise. Madara clenched both fists as his hair whipped and lashed, barely visible against the dark night surrounding them.

“He was tricked by some filthy human with powers that could only have been stolen from another Body. Vile, evil witch. I will rend her atom from atom. I will carve out her heart and feed it to the core of a dying star!”

“Who is this human?” Mito asked, poison gathering at the tips of her nails and dripping down in to the sands.

“Kaguya.” Madara spit her name as though it tasted disgusting on his tongue.

Both the Earth and the Sun narrowed their eyes in understanding. All had heard the prayers of the human Kaguya, forever jealous of their power and seeking to gain their favor, but none of them had bothered to spare her a response in decades; not since it became obvious that she wanted their power for nothing more than selfish gain.

“How could someone like her trick our brother?”

“She disrupted the tides. I know not how but when Tobirama investigated she used a power that should not be hers to bind him and hide him away from me. He is mine! And I will have him back if I must boil the oceans to do so!”

“Now, now. There will be no messing with my oceans. Just because they listen to you two more than me does not make them yours. We will help return Tobirama to where he belongs, of course.” When Mito smiled her mouth was full of thick green thorns, sharp and ready to prick and sting. Hashirama spared a moment to swoon at the sight before shaking his head and pressing a fist in to the opposite palm.

“Yes,” he agreed. “Whoever touched my brother will feel my flames.”

Soothed a bit by how similar their reactions were to his own, Madara nodded in satisfaction before lifting both hands to carefully remove one of his dark gloves. Pale white skin, so rarely seen by any but his other half, lit up the night as he held it higher. Small glittering fragments of light lifted from his palm to dance together and form the shape of a women with long hair and a flowing robe. The figure hovered there for a moment before turning and moving as though cackling to herself.

The three of them watched as the imitation Kaguya broke apart only for the glittering splinters to reshape themselves in to an ocean-side cavern, all the trees of the forest surrounding it reduced to little more than stumps. Mito hissed at the sight.

“I know that place,” she growled. “My beautiful forest, burned! And all because that ridiculous Body of Comet sought to stand above his station.” When both of her companions gave her a questioning look, Mito scowled and her autumnal hair rustled in a hot wind. The roots of her feet rumbled beneath the sands. “He may be a lesser Body but Orochimaru has been picking fights with me for millennia. When he could not find a place among you in the Darkness he sought to steal my power instead. Well I am no easy prey and it is time that dying ember was put in his place once and for all.”

A snarl of satisfaction left Madara teeth as he extinguished the light, closed his palm and re-assimilating his own essence. He pulled his glove back on and stated for the other two to follow. Then it was a simple thought to expand and shift, one form flowing naturally in to another until all that was visible of him was a soft moonbeam racing across the surface of the earth.

Sunlight and wind followed after him as he streaked towards the east, drawn by the pull of his other half. Without Tobirama the night sky would never again see more than the light of the stars and his life would be nothing, broken and lonely and forever empty. What was the New Moon without his counterpart, the Full Moon?

More terrible than the thought of his other half kidnapped and being held somewhere out of his reach was the knowledge that the longer they spent apart the weaker they each would grow. Beautiful shining Tobirama, all alone in whatever prison he was trapped within, growing weaker by the hour. And Madara, equally as prone to the pain of their separation, would share that weakness until soon he might lose the strength needed to rescue his own other self. The very idea of it rankled. It encouraged him to travel faster and faster until at last he wove moonbeams into a solid form once again.

The three Bodies gazed upon the cavern containing the witch Kaguya and her new patron, the lesser Body of Comet. Dim light shone from within.

“What are we waiting for?” Madara demanded. Hashirama grinned, the flames underneath his skin swirling faster as excitement mounted within him.

“Nothing!” he declared.

Generally Mito considered herself the voice of reason when it came to their kind but today she did nothing to discourage them as the Sun and the New Moon shared a vicious look before setting off towards the cavern at an implacable pace. Not a single thought was spared for caution or quiet; it simply wasn’t their way. The Bodies were not beings who were meant to suppress themselves, even in battle, and the idea of waiting to make a plan was foreign to those who were unused to any creature challenging their strength.

Within the cavern they found a sight which only intensified the rage inside them all.

Tobirama’s light waned, dim beneath the chains of ice which held him fast to the stone floor. His eyes were closed and his body folded, breathing light, and it was unclear whether he was sleeping or unconscious. It was enough that he was not his usual brilliant self. The bars of his cage showed themselves to be one of the sources of the dim glow, crafted from a familiar cold flame. Atop them lounged the main source: Orochimaru himself.

Skin as white as the burning ice that made up his natural form, Orochimaru eyed them with a hint of a smirk on his strangely serpentine lips. Unlike the rest of the lesser Bodies he had never been content with his place in the universe, forever seeking to gain power above his station, but none of them had ever thought he would go so far as to involve himself in such a direct attack on one of them.

Beside him stood Kaguya. Human-born, her eyes were wide and icy white, an unnatural shade which spoke of an equally unnatural power coursing through her. She too was smirking with much more confidence than any human should feel when faced with the wrath of the Heavenly Bodies.

“And so you have come, as I knew you would. Beg, oh ye gods, and perhaps I will grant mercy to your kin.” Kaguya lifted one hand towards the cage and with a simple gesture the chains tightened around Tobirama’s still form. Madara’s hair bristled, growing and reaching until the ends merged with the shadows of the cavern.

“We do not kneel for your kind,” he said. “Give him back and perhaps I will grant you a swift death.”

“His power belongs to me now but you may have his husk when I am finished with it. The moon shall be mine and I shall rise above the rest of humanity!” Kaguya’s eyes shone with a fervent light that only seemed to amuse the figure behind her more. Orochimaru lounged even more comfortably atop the cage containing his prize, the sickly glow of his skin flickering as he tried to force it brighter.

Snarling like an enraged beast, Hashirama pointed a finger at their lesser cousin. “If you want the light of the Sun so badly, Orochimaru, then you shall have it. Burn!”

The lesser Body of Comet shrieked in pain and hid his eyes as Hashirama allowed the skin of his human form to split open, spilling his rays inside the cavern. With both hands over his eyes he tumbled down from his perch atop the cage and staggered farther within the caves. Hashirama followed him with murder in his gaze, molten light from the Sun’s core gathering in his palms with which to smite his enemy.

Left suddenly alone, Kaguya peeked out from between her fingers to check that the light was no longer so blinding. Upon discovering that her benefactor had abandoned her she scoffed and set her jaw stubbornly, long hair tossed over one shoulder while she narrowed her eyes at the two remaining Bodies. She seemed far from intimidated by their obvious ire. It seemed that in the rush of her temporary success she had forgotten the fragility of her own mortality. Humans never did seem very aware of how squishy they were.

“You do not fear us,” Mito noted curiously.

“No.”

“You should.” Madara bared his teeth and tilted his head to crack his neck. Kaguya laughed.

“Why should I be afraid when I, too, have the power of a god?” she asked through broken, mocking cackles. “After this cage has done its work then I shall be a god.”

Until then neither Mito nor Madara had realized the coldfire prison had any purpose other than containment. The very idea that that even as they spoke it was sapping Tobirama of his power was galling, infuriating, an insult that could not be borne. No words were needed between them to decide that Kaguya had reached her life expectancy. As one they stepped away from each other and moved to hem the witch in from opposite sides of the large stone room.

“The term ‘gods’ is a human misconception,” Mito lectured calmly in a direct contrast to the deep abiding hatred taking root inside her heart. “We are not gods but eternal Bodies who care little for the transient lives of the lesser forms. You mean nothing to us, petty human, and we will take pleasure in showing you the folly of lusting for a power you cannot fathom.”

“I am not lesser! You will bow to me as an equal! As your better!”

Drunk with the might gifted to her from another, ignorant of how much weaker that might was, Kaguya brought her hands together and held them out in front of her as though to create a shield. Cold flames and chunks of ice formed beneath her feet and grew outwards as she made a pushing motion.

Mito and Madara shared a look across the room, exasperated by her efforts. After a moment of silent communication Mito deferred with an indulgent bowing of her head. Madara cast his eyes back upon his prey and his senses out to the world beyond the cavern, feeling for that which answered his call yet belonged to another, then he gave a feral grin. Kaguya seemed disturbed by his expression, especially since he hadn’t seemed to do anything as far as she could tell. She found out what he had done only a moment later.

Waves of icy water came crashing in through the entrance, the tides that answered when the Moon beckoned. As they rushed towards her Kaguya shrieked and raised one hand frantically. The chunks of ice beneath her feet rose up to form a short wall against which the water broke, spraying and tumbling, but it wasn’t enough. Despite her efforts Kaguya was not powerful enough to raise her wall any higher and thus remnants of the wave came rushing over the top to cascade down upon her head. Being only the equivalent of a few bucketsful, it wasn’t really enough to do anything more than annoy her – and yet even that was a result satisfactory enough to have Madara smiling in delight. It was obvious that Kaguya did not appreciate getting wet and he was more than happy to inconvenience her in any way possible.

Especially since she had fallen hopelessly within his trap without even realizing it.

Once more the waters responded to a mere thought from Madara, the puddles beyond the wall of ice gathering and rushing back to press Kaguya up against it. No matter how she struggled there was little she could do to fight the water pressure, unable to even bring her hands together to gather her borrowed abilities, and the two Bodies watched panic enter her eyes with a great deal of vicious satisfaction as it slowly rose towards her face.

“No!” she screamed. “You can’t do this! I was going to be a god!” Mito calmly rumbled the stones beneath them, breaking a path for herself through the ice without disturbing the trap her companion had set.

“You are what you have always been. Nothing.”

With that she turned away in a blatant dismissal. Kaguya’s final screams trailed off in to a gurgle as Madara bid the water rise, holding it there to allow himself the satisfaction of watching her body’s thrashing gradually go still. As soon as the light had faded from her eyes he gave a derisive snort and released the water, allowing them to gently flow back to the seas where they belonged.

Already forgotten the moment her life was extinguished, Kaguya’s body slumped to the floor like so much garbage as Madara and Mito hurried forward to the cage containing their loved one. Tobirama remained in the same position as he had been before, not having moved an inch, his silver hair glowing only faintly. His moon-white skin, normally almost blinding, was dulled to a light sheen. Just the sight of him would have torn at Madara’s heart even if he hadn’t felt their mutual weakening. He could have drowned Kaguya and this entire cave with barely a thought if they hadn’t been separated for hours already.

Mito bared her teeth and willed the earth around them to reach up from below and down from above at the same time, crushing the cage with expert precision before returning to their natural formations. Immediately Madara reached within and gathering Tobirama in to his arms.

Smiling to himself and whistling a cheery tune, Hashirama reappeared with the casual air of someone who had just performed nothing more momentous that some mundane human task. He glanced around to take stock of the room, his gaze pausing on Kaguya’s sodden body for but a moment, then nodded in approval. Mito gracefully stepped over to plant a soft kiss upon his cheek.

“The Comet?” she asked with only a bit of curiosity. Hashirama shrugged.

“I told him to burn. He did.”

“How polite of him.”

The Body of Sun chuckled before kneeling down to pass a hand over his brother’s hair. Madara only just barely resisted the urge to hiss at him to go away, arms tightening protectively around his other half.

“How is he?”

“So much of his brightness is gone.” Madara’s voice was quiet, a burning anger wrapped in darkness. “We need to return to our home. Thank you both.”

“No thanks are needed,” Mito spoke for both of them. Hashirama agreed with a nod that Madara didn’t see, already focused on leaving this wretched place.

The shadows of his hair wrapped around them both until they had faded in to nothingness and a moment later they were gone, returned to their place deep within the core of the moon which they embodied. Madara laid his other half out on the bed they shared and traced the skin which should have matched his own. Then he settled down to wait.

Days which normally passed like seconds seemed to instead take eons yet still he waited without moving. His beloved’s skin slowly regained its shine and the sense of his presence grew stronger by the hour but it would not be enough until Madara could see him fully recovered. Finally, when nearly an entire earth week had passed, Tobirama stirred at long last. Eyes red like the blood moon blinked open to stare hazily above himself before he turned at a gentle touch against his cheek.

Madara was kissing him before he could speak, wild and uncoordinated as he ever was.

“I had feared that your light would go out forever,” the New Moon whispered. Tobirama smiled.

“Never. What part of ‘eternal’ did you forget?”

“Don’t be sassy with me; I just spent seven days waiting at your side for you to wake.”

“Ah, my hero,” Tobirama teased him with a smirk.

Madara huffed but didn’t bother to fight the hand that was pulling him down for another kiss. “Damn right I’m your hero. You’re the one who had to go and get himself kidnapped. By a mere human! Honestly, with how large our natural form is I wouldn’t think it was so difficult to keep track of you.”

The very next moment he regretted being catty about it so soon. Immediately the Full Moon was flaring brightly with temper, irritated at the implication that he was weak in any way. As they were wont to do, the two partnered Bodies began to bicker and snarl at each other, shouting back and forth as they worked through the events still so fresh in their memories, and although Madara was disappointed to have their loving reunion cut short he couldn’t say that he was entirely unhappy.

Everything was as it should be.

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Part 41-a: the first battle/smith

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Smith flew the craft into the smoke blocking the view of the battle. The Shadowfall passed through the haze and he saw what was taking place. And he grinned. Part of humanity was revolting. He stalled the ship, hovering over the battle. The struggle was intense. But it’s about to be even more so.

He opened up the comms. “Thane, I don’t care what you said. I’m going to engage. Some of our people are here, fighting the Az’krani armies. Gonna give em a hand.”

“Do it. Hold them off for as long as you can. I’m going to try to get a fleet there as soon as possible. Might be a few hours.”

Smith grinned wider, and stepped into the common area.

“SUIT UP! I’m going to drop you into the middle of the battle. Kill the lobsters.”

“Hey Smith… can we make a grand entrance of it?”

“What do you have in mind?”

“Drop us in on the outskirts of the battle, behind the Az’krani. Fire a flare, unveil, and play this mix I’ve made just for this. Trust me, it’ll be badass.” Hades handed him a flash drive. “Oh. But first open up the hatch.” He gestured with a black duffel bag, “these are interconnected sonic drones. Club quality too.”

“You brought a speaker system just so we can have a grand entrance?” Hades nodded giddily. Smith laughed. “Alright whatever you say Hades. But prepare yourselves, I want you out there in 5 minutes.” He hit the hatch control, walked back to the command chair and sat in it, slowly piloting the craft to the edge of the battle. I need to make sure the Az’krani don’t hear me.

He stopped the Shadowfall over near the outskirts of the battle and looked back at his team. Everyone was suited up and ready to drop. Hydra with her energized plasma swords (she liked calling them lightsabers, but really they’re just swords sheathed in intensely hot plasma), Golem with his massive war hammer and flamethrower, Hades with his return-knives, and Shiva with the plasma pistols and rifles she was infamous for using.

He hit the button releasing them in their drop tubes to the ground below, along with a smokescreen to blind the Az’krani, and releasing a concussion flare into the air, sending a blast wave throughout the massive battle.

All on the ground heard the commotion and turned around, confused. All of the fighting stopped for a second.

Then. The song. A song that put fear into the hearts of the Az’krani and joy into the hearts of the men and women. A song that inspired over a century of warriors to demolish the competition. A song that melted beyond race, country, or even language. A song everyone knew. The roar from the humans was so loud, it deafened the front line of the Az’krani.

Boom boom clap. Boom boom clap.

Then, a phrase placed over the music, obviously not from the song itself.

“HELLLOOOO HUUUUUUMANNNITYYY!”

Then, the drones Hades released dropped small plasma pistols among the humans, along with a laser light show (including a massive hologram of Michael Jackson) that dazzled the Az’krani.

Then the chorus began.

Every human on this planet, every man, woman, and child, began singing and slaying in the tune.

“WE WILL WE WILL ROCK YOU!!”

Smith smiled, unveiling his ship and raining death upon the aliens. His Gatling guns taking out thousands of them in a burst, the rail cannon shots killing thousands per round, shaking the earth with each impact. The humanity beneath him cheered as he passed over.

This is what fighting is.

He looked down towards where he dropped his team. They were cutting through hundreds, no, thousands of the Az’krani like a knife.

Then an orbital laser hit a portion of the human fighters, narrowly missing the Shadowfall.

He looked closer and was horrified. Not just men and women were fighting here, children too. Now that was wrong on every level. Fury coursed through him.

“Mind if I leave you and take out that fleet above me?” He said into the mic.

“Go for it. We’ve got this.” Hydra laughed in her reply.

Smith grinned as he exited the atmosphere, charging up his rail cannons to maximum capacity. At maximum, the cannons could fire a single 1kg projectile per cannon once every minute, at a speed of 1% the speed of light. 2 megatons TNT of force would give anyone a really bad day.

He hailed the fleet. “Withdraw all your troops and leave this planet immediately or your fleet will be destroyed.”

God I hope the translator works…

There was silence.

A minute passed.

Then another.

“What species are you? Who is threatening us?”

“Humanity. Oh, and release all of us, and we might let your species live.”

He looked down at a screen. A message was scrawled across. He smiled at it. Fleet incoming eta 5 minutes.

The opposition laughed.

“There is absolutely no way your tiny ship could even scratch our fleet.”

And they began firing upon him. His shields held, and he began firing back with his rail cannons. He checked the ammo, 36 rounds left. He had used 12 on the planets surface. He’d have to be careful with his ammo. He watched as a ship, easily fifty times the size of his ship, rippled with the shock wave and force of being hit and was shredded apart, each half colliding with the ships next to it. Damn.

Then they sent fighters. Too small and fast for his rail cannons. Fucking hell. He hit the accelerator, dodging them, firing his Gatling lasers at them. One of them began smoking and caused a few of them to crash. He ducked under one of the battleships, firing another rail cannon round at another ship. This time, it exploded, sending shrapnel everywhere, cutting through the majority of the fleet.

The fleet fired more orbital lasers. I’ve gotta take those out.

He ducked around a massive ship, firing as he went, taking out communication arrays, weapons systems, and sensor arrays.

Then an idea popped into his head. A crazy idea. An evil little smile took over his face.

He raced through space, and rocketed straight towards an undamaged carrier.

Right through the swarm of enemy fighters.

You see, when a ship that is armored against impact meets a swarm of light fighters that was never designed for any impact whatsoever, destruction occurs. The Shadowfall cut through the swarm like a knife through butter.

Then he arrived at the carrier, and dived into the hangar. Streaking through the hangar bay, he fired his Gatling guns, cutting through the unsheilded innards, decimating the ship. He exited the hangar bay, and it detonated. Must have hit the core. A ring like that of a supernova tore through the ships surrounding it, shredding them.

Then, the fire stopped. The lasers stopped. The eerie silence of space took over. He saw the three undamaged ships warp away. What… why are they leaving?

He turned his ship around and cheered.

The First Human Fleet had arrived.

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[Disclaimer: The following is sarcasm targeted at social trends and contrarians the world-over. If it offends you, buck it up and have a fucking sense of humor.]

A Completely Serious Breakdown OfStar Wars: The Last Jedi

by Anita Sarkeesian & Rachel Maddow

To begin, let’s just say the best format in which to write anything on the internets is by breaking it down into a comprehensive list for no goddamn reason, other than maybe the idea that lots of people like to read lists or something because it feels a lot less like reading, and lots of people dislike reading. Right? Right.Thus, the following is a list of reasons why Star Wars: The Last Jedi is an atrocity bordering on Nagasaki levels of horror.WARNING: The following will contain spoilers and angsty disappointment.

1. Not enough transgender charactersThis one is clearly a no-brainer. Every respectable sell-out of a Hollywood screenwriter ought to know by now that their movie should contain at least one transgender, one gender-fluid, one gender neutral, and one tri-sexual character, if not more. And this is especially true in bombastic, overblown blockbusters. It disgusts me to see them disregard such a large percentage of their viewership. I know they tried to placate us with the pink-haired drag queen admiral who takes command after Leia is incapacitated, and the Asian kid who is running around with Finn the entire movie, but these characters seemed more like afterthoughts than anything else. To see them be so cavalier and conservative with their dramatis personae is just shameless.

2. It supports animal murderRight off the bat, we’re treated to a horrific scene in which Luke Skywalker, previously a shining beautiful example of a peaceful pacifist Zen master, is shown violently murdering an innocent fish with a barbed spear, then casually carrying the poor slaughtered animal back to his hut like a caveman. If that’s not enough, we later see Chewbacca, previously the most non-violent and docile character in the entire franchise, roasting a poor decapitated penguin on a spit over an open fire like some uncivilized neanderthal. Did he skin the creature while it was still alive? Perhaps we’ll never know, but it was clearly murdered with an intent to eat, and the Wookie carelessly roasts the creature’s remains in full view of its mournful cousins who must be wondering which of them will be next for bloody execution. This blatant disregard for the lives of the magical, peaceful animals of nature is truly horrifying. I can’t imagine how the filmmakers could be this vulgar. For achieving such advanced levels of technology, the people of this galaxy sure behave like feral savages.

3. Not enough wacky comedyI know there was a scene in which a confused elderly woman plays the general of an army, a riff on Karate Kid, an awkward reference to deep throating, a robot doing its best Solid Snake impression, a little kid getting mercilessly whipped by a character from a Pixar movie, Yoda acting like a weirdo again, furry anime creatures making cute noises, a guy getting unexpectedly electrocuted, enough bad dialogue to fill a Star Destroyer’s cargo hold, a fucking prank phone call scene in a Star Wars movie, and Benicio Del Toro’s face; but still. This movie could’ve used more comedy. This is made by Disney, after all, the same studio who gave us Guardians of the Fallacy, I mean every gag in that movie is just such a fucking knee-slapper, you know? Goddamn.

4. Too much explicit sexualityI was very glad to see that in Star Wars Episode VII: The Force Awakens Disney decided to completely sever all of the vulgar and explicit sexuality depicted in every previous Star Wars film, particularly making certain this new portrayal of the galaxy was as sterile and sexless as a Dominican cloister. However, they’ve decided to flush that newfound dignity down the fucking toilet with this film. You all know what I’m talking about. There is a single scene in this movie where one character kisses another character on the lips. I know it’s just a little peck, but that’s just too much. This movie is vulgar, kids should not see it. Don’t even get me started on Kylo Ren’s sexy shirtlessness, Snoke’s pervy sex offender vibes, and all of Rey’s wet t-shirt scenes.

5. Not enough Han SoloHan Solo isn’t in this movie. ‘Nuff said.

6. Female heroine needs a manRemember Rey? That amazing, strong feminist icon from Episode VII who could do anything, fix a ship, fly a ship, shoot a gun, wield a laser sword, speak any language, and conquer anyone who stood in her path? Yeah, that girl decided to take a nap in this movie. You guessed it, she’s all fire and energy, yet the moment she sees Kylo Ren’s sweaty shirtless abs this new Rey can’t resist and falls head-over-heels for a guy who tried to slice her in half the first time they met. I mean, nothing comes of it, thank god! But seriously Disney? This is just lazy writing, and feminists everywhere should boycott this movie and fire-bomb any theater still showing it, along with all the homes of those who buy tickets to support it.

7. Too much talkingAgain, this movie was made by Disney, right? So why the hell is all the talking filled with so much boring character-driven dialogue, and not a goofy joke or lyrics in a sing-a-long? I cannot imagine how they expected to tap their drooling Marvel MCU fanbase with this many narrative-relevant scenes of people talking which don’t include funny gags or nerdy references from a Tony Stark-esque character. What a disappointment.

8. Not enough racial diversityI know there’s a Spanish-Puerto Rican man, a black man, a Guatemalan man, two Vietnamese women, a few white people, another black guy, a Wookie, the previously mentioned drag queen, a Mon Calamari, some other aliens visible when they go to Monte Carlo, and whatever alien that one dude was; but still. That’s only representing a few out of, like, hundreds of thousands of other ethnic groups all over the planet, not to mention the millions if not billions of alien species throughout the galaxy whose children have no characters to look up to in this movie. The distinct lack of Jews was most jarring for me, and I wouldn’t hazard to call this film anti-Semitic exactly, but it does make you pause for contemplation.

9. Glorification of violenceDo I really need to say this out loud? Holy shit. There is so much violence in this movie it makes me nauseous. People blowing people up, decapitation and dismemberment, savagely beating each other to death with clubs, animals being whipped, children being whipped (even if it’s funny, it’s still violent), casino patrons being violently trampled to death by stampeding anime creatures, bodies being engulfed by fiery explosions, explosions engulfing explosions, and at least two cases of fanatically intentional suicide which result in the violent death of hundreds if not thousands of others. All told, it’s one of the most violent movies released this year, with a body count that likely surpasses Man of Steel and the first Avengers film combined. How can audiences be this bloodthirsty? It’s just, I don’t know, sickening. You fandom kids should renounce yourselves and practice self-flagellation, as far as I’m concerned.

10. It supports child slave soldiersIn the very first scene, the character Poe Dameron supports a group of Resistance bombers who are trying to destroy a First Order dreadnought. We see the flight leader protecting the bombers is a young girl who couldn’t be older than twelve piloting an A-wing fighter and mercilessly blasting TIE fighters out of the sky. Forgetting the fact that war is already traumatic for fully grown adults, how is the Resistance okay with putting a child in harm’s way like that? I’m astounded. This is so controversial, I can’t believe it isn’t being hotly debated by mouthbreathers all over the internets.

11. Not enough lightsabersLikely the film’s biggest transgression of all. It’s a well-known fact that the mindless drooling fans who attend the cult gatherings known as Star Wars Celebrations and sew their own costumes to wear to premieres (only to turn around and hatefully review the film later on YouTube) only really want to see one thing: lots and lots of lightsaber battles. That’s the only thing Star Wars has going for it these days, after all. And this time nobody bangs a lightsaber against another lightsaber even once. Not once in the entire movie! Jesus, Joseph, and doggy-style Mary! What pointless drivel. I’m considering petitioning the studio for a bid to get my money back after seeing this farce. Don’t they know anything about what makes Star Wars great?

Parthian shotsDespite all of these many, many flaws, Star Wars Episode VIII: The Last Jedi is not entirely without merit. There are some cool CGI effects in almost every scene, for one thing. Throughout the film we also learn some very valuable life lessons, such as:- Anime creatures have invulnerable faces that can smash through anything without the slightest injury.- Shields work best when gunfire is coming from very far away.- Any man in a position of power is either irredeemably evil or an impulsive and weak-willed incompetent fool.- All roads lead to failure.- The best way to be good at something is by sucking at it.- It’s okay for bystanders to be violently trampled to death so long as they’re rich.- All law enforcement officers are evil corrupt bastards.- Freeing captive animals is more important than freeing the slave children who tend to them.- And the only way to win a war is through the magical power of love, even if the enemy is in the process of blowing up your friends while you’re deliriously saying so.

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