Bob in female fight club au. Thoughts
Probably named Marge
Rather than doing a direct inversion (ie making the character the exact opposite, much tits -> no tits, etc) I think sort of an analogue would work better riffing off the motherly role Bob has, in combination with the group being for uterine cancer/ovarian cancer
The women come together, and they cry, cry, cry, over lost husbands, who left them because they got cancer, because overwhelmingly, men leave if their wife gets cancer, over lost relationships with children, who stayed but resent them, over lost Motherhood, that thing you were told was your worth but now you are told you're shit. Remaining Women Together. Despite. Despite despite despite.
What is it, about purposes. Want to see misery, see women fed their own physical oppression as lost salvation.
Marge, whatever her name is, her husband divorced her, left her with the kids and medical bills stacked as high as she is tall. She is thankful she still has her kids, it makes her feel like she's still worth something. She's had to try and get back into the workforce. No one wants to hire dear former stay at home mother Marge. She shows you her kids in her wallet in her purse and there are no pictures of her. There's a picture of her old husband, which she keeps to show her kids if they ask. They're old enough to go to school now, which is good, because it gives her more time to work. Life is hard, but she's doing her best.
Marge, who is on hormone therapy so she doesn't get those "side effects" she's heard about from other total hysterectomy patients, the future of early dementia and degeneration and horror. Who does pelvic floor exercises in hopes it will minimise the fallout of the surgery. Who carefully rips every hair out of her upper lip and chin because even if it would be normal for a woman, a woman whose gone through menopause, a woman at all — she knows, it's probably the estrogen tipping back over into testosterone, and she can't handle any more losses. She compensates. They all do.
The support group is her Me Time. It is the single hour plus half hour commute she can afford once a week for herself. So she gets here, and she cries, cries, cries, and the others cry with her, all over how their lives have fallen apart since they got ovarian cancer, got breast cancer, and their lives derailed because they can't be proper women anymore.
They cry in their waterproof makeup. Another product to promise womanhood. Identify yourself via consumption. Identify yourself by covering yourself up.
And when she finds fight club. When she finds something that says, jesus fuck. You are more than your children. You are more than your ability to have kids. You aren't a failed woman, that's a sack of shit you've been sold wholesale. When she finds something that promises her she will grow, achieve personhood, not because she was the ultimate martyr mother, not because she played the game of human or woman, but because it promises a freedom from all that, identification and repulsion of such sickening chains. When she stops worrying about her slightly deepened voice, and works to keep her dose even keel for her health, to avoid the toxic highs of accidentally juicing, rather than the lesser effects of a black lip hair or two. When she has a photo, not of herself in her wallet, but of the things she makes with other women from fight club, of the one view of the sunset from that one parking lot that she always thought was wonderful, when she has things in her wallet for her and her enjoyment. When she has corded muscle and a built up spine, when she sits her kids down and explains why they only see dad one weekend every other month, all the fun holidays, because dad decided staying with her through cancer was too hard even when she stayed with him through four lost jobs pissed away in alcohol and lottery tickets.
And Marge, who gets shot by the police on a regulation chill-and-drill assignment for Project Mayhem. Whose obituary in the newspaper talks about the children she left behind, how she battled cancer and kept caring for them, how she was such a strong mother, whose kids would now be shipped off to their grieving father who is so, so brave and stunning for standing up and taking care of the kids he made and dropped as soon as his live-in servant had a few issues. Her name is Marge Paulson, and she was forty-eight years old. She was a person. She will be remembered in the annals of Project Mayhem, lest what little there was of her be stolen from the world. She was killed by Project Mayhem, but they're the only ones who will remember Marge Paulson.
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Okay, so. Something that's bothered me since learning about Ryoko is the eye color difference. Ryoko's eyes are red; Junko's eyes are blue.
One of them is clearly wearing contacts. But who?
The automatic assumption is Junko. Because let's be real, Ryoko would forget to wear whatever contacts Matsuda gave her - and then forget that she WAS wearing them, which wouldn't be great.
Wearing contacts is also an aspect of being a gyaru, so it would make sense for Junko to be wearing them.
But! What's more fun is this!
I debated whether Junko's true eye color should at all be related to Mukuro's. Mukuro's eye color, depending on image, is either gray or the same blue-grey as Junko's, even without contacts. As twins, I thought it would be cool if their eye colors matched. Even if they are fraternal twins.
However.
Mukuro and Junko both fall into the Red Oni, Blue Oni trope, Junko as red and Mukuro as blue. So it would make sense for Junko's natural eye color to reflect that in the same way that Mukuro's does.
So Junko is wearing contacts. The assumption holds. Why does this matter?
Because of all the colors she could choose for the eyes of her Junko Enoshima persona, she stole her sister's.
That's what matters.
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(since it’s apparently the week of tenlark i feel like this is also a fun time to mention i once plotted out a huge chunk of the final battle in the third film, including such exciting scenes as Tenar leading a mid-battle pursuit of The Bad Guy who tries to escape through the castle gates, Lark appearing out of nowhere in the distance and shooting the ropes of the portcullis to cut him off so Tenar can defeat him, an enemy sorcerer seeing this and sending a fireball or something to where Lark is posted hundreds of feet away, and Tenar having to choke down the fear that Lark might have just died for her so that she can focus and actually win this war)
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need xiao and kujou sara to meet asap btw.
- golden winged peng vs winged tengu (whose wings, incidentally, were damaged when she received her vision...)
- both dedicate their lives to their archons
- separated from the society (mortals, Inazuman troops/Tengou Commission) they were brought up in because of certain factors (karma, status as adopted child and tengu)
perhaps they’d understand each other. maybe they’d know what it’s like—an existence as a god’s right hand, and everything it entails. their eyes meet, gold on gold; they know: this person might only understand half of me but that's half more than anyone else. what’s it like to serve a god so deeply—what do you sacrifice and how does it remake you? sara believes that her vision was granted by the raiden shogun, saving her, and thus dedicates herself to carrying out the will of thunder across the land. xiao receives his new name from morax, and in return, agrees to protect liyue for however long it will need. sara’s wings, injured, as she falls off the mountain—alatus, lacking his golden wings, the bloodhound of that unknown god.
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not to be a homosexual on main but the early seasons supernatural could have been improved 110% by switching John and Mary's roles within the narrative. let's fridge the loving husband and father for once and let the wife and mother spiral down a character devolvement that makes her hellbent on nothing but revenging her lost love, estranging & fucking up her young sons in the process. that would have been soooo hot and sexy. also consider a weathered middle aged woman carrying so many weapons. I would let her stake my heart no questions asked. no my mommy issues do not play into this in any way
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