I think the most amazing thing about Alhaitham's ironic question "How has realizing your ideals gone for you?" is that yes, on the surface, it pierced through the heart of Kaveh's feelings at the time and forced him to reflect on whether he still had enough belief to keep going, but--BUT--
This is also Alhaitham subtly asking: "Was your life better without me?"
Kaveh left their friendship because of his ideals.
Kaveh's attempts to realize his beliefs began in earnest during his argument with Alhaitham, who challenged him back then by suggesting that Kaveh didn't honestly believe in his ideals and was just pursuing them out of guilt and a desire to punish himself for his father's death.
Kaveh's attempt to "realize his ideals," therefore, spans the exact amount of time he and Alhaitham have been separated. When Alhaitham asks about Kaveh's attempts, he's asking very specifically about the course Kaveh's life took when he was no longer in it.
How did it go for you? Were you happier? Was it worth it?
I truly believe that Kaveh will be able resolve his conflict with Alhaitham--and come to understand Alhaitham's actual feelings--when he realizes that, in that exact moment, he should have turned the question around:
How did realizing your ideals go for you, Alhaitham?
Was your life better off without me?
No.
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I finally finished reading the fourth volume of svsss in full, and thing is--the first time through I only read the bingqiu content because I was ravenous for more of their happy ending.
Turns out that was a perilous mistake.
Because I started reading the airplane extras. And I swear to god. MXTX is trying to kill me
What do you MEAN demon lord Binghe was sitting on his big fucking throne. All stoic and forbidding. Surrounded by his demon generals who don't know shit about human courtship. Asking them what he should do, fully demoralized by constant rejections from sqq, only to have airplane tell him to act more pathetic and needy. Which is already hysterically funny and insane, UNTIL LBH'S RESPONSE IS THIS, KILLING ME INSTANTLY:
LUO BINGHE. WHY DOES HE SAY IT LIKE: "I already tried that, didn't work--nothing works :/ not mean, not maidenly, not housewife, not spicy, not capable disciple. Is doubling down on clingy really all it will take? What's a born hater with only one love in his life to do????"
The dichotomy of him sitting there like 'how can I reach the unfathomable depths of shizun's heart?' A HEART HE'S ALREADY WON OVER, MIND and then in the Holy Mausoleum solving the puzzle without blinking and being like 'oh yeah you just have to hit the acupoints, no sweat.' Literally the comedy writes itself I'm so--
How am I supposed to be normal about this. MXTX understands the juicy quintessential queer joy of a person with the world's power at their fingertips wishing only for love. Willing to do anything to earn that love, when unbeknownst to them it's already been freely given. Totally not screaming and yelling and clawing at the walls
And that's not even touching airplane's uproarious account of events. The way he's like 'lol what's next, lbh and sqq are best friends now? smfh' only to see lbh TACKLE SQQ LOVINGLY. FOR SQQ TO BE BASHFUL ABOUT IT BUT SO SO FOND OF THE LITTLE SCAMP. This when we've been experiencing sqq's constant inner monologue of 'I'm so cool and so dignified about my role, truly the epitome of propriety and poser-level fortitude.' Meanwhile, in their universe:
Airplane constantly flaming???? Sqq and lbh in his observations????? His absolute bewilderment and confusion????? Legendary. No notes every single second of this shit was hilarious.
Airplane's comment that sqq + older adolescent lbh traveling together was just watching a couple in their honeymoon phase. OR the fact that lbh is exceedingly petty and refuses to share their food in the wake of airplane's interruption of their time together, until sqq relents sheepishly and insists airplane eat what's left (ONLY AFTER PLACATING LBH WITH MORE FOOD FROM HIS PLATE, SOBBING)
Watching airplane salivate over Mobei-Jun and acting like that's totally normal behavior. Finding out mbj and airplane got together first. Finding out sqq encouraged airplane. LIKE THIS. WHILE HE IS STILL IN DENIAL ABOUT HIS OWN FEELINGS:
Mobei-jun clearly thinking their arrangement is a forever thing, heartbroken his human abandoned him with all the hapless fury of a scorned wife swept away by false promises of fidelity. Airplane writing demons to be the type to beat up their crush lovingly and still unable to connect the dots about mbj's feelings. Mbj letting him go and respecting his wishes, only relenting when there's indication airplane was poorly processing his own feelings and didn't actually want to leave. Mbj caring for him and listening to him as soon as airplane voices what he needs directly and with clarity. None of these gays are functional and it's everything to me
Unrelated, but I physically can't hold this information in anymore:
I'm still reeling from younger lbh having his sexual awakening from the image of sqq wrapped in the immortal binding cables. Condemn me as you like he was so, so real for that.
And no I will not be taking any comments about how luo bingge couldn't bear to see luo binghe cherished in ways he never got to have and all the haunting implications of that. I will also not be taking any comments about luo binghe's instinct to look for sqq in that alternate universe, only to be shaken to the very core to be unable to find his shizun anywhere. The unspeakable and latent horror of his relentless mind likely piecing together what happened, but unable to say it; to suspect what is true, and live with the harrowing confusion of his double's actions. To blame himself, to assume that he had let his anger get the better of him in that world and result in unspeakable folly...
I also refuse to talk about how heartrending it is to hear Tianlang-jun weakly say "In the end, I really can't bring myself to hate humans." The implication that the foolishness of that hope and bright-eyed fondness--the very thing that put him through such unspeakable agony--couldn't be beaten out of him entirely. To discover that his faith in Su Xiyan hadn't been misplaced, to the contrary: his beloved hadn't scorned him at all, but rather fought to the miserable end to protect the fruition of their genuine feelings of love when she couldn't protect tlj or herself.
How MXTX has sqq deliberately draw parallels between their situation and that of ygy+sj and tlj+sx; desperately wishing it might not be too late for them. The concept of breaking cycles of abuse and harm pervasive throughout the newly devised story, how it evolves for the better only when love takes the place of power, pride, and domination. How the moment sqq chooses vulnerability instead of saving face, the genre shifts to the so-called "cringe" girly genre where most if not every character is more fulfilled, more true to themselves. How the "male-oriented" former genre was aimlessly sensationalized and sexualized, how it was a sustained performance of aspirational toxic masculinity. How men objectify other men without end. All of the unspoken gendered implications that come with that.
Anyways. Going to go put my head in a sandbox and try to process everything I just witnessed because even a second reading is not enough to find a modicum of closure.
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36. Undeserved
Angst, self loathing, low self worth, comfort, gunshot wound, bandage change, stabbing mention, referenced past torture and captivity, referenced character death, referenced scars
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The Wolf forgot how much flesh wounds burned. Smith still cut and electrocuted and whipped the Wolf from time to time, but his usual method was his favorite and most effective. The Wolf hadn’t had a flesh wound this deep since there was glass in his feet or a knife in his leg.
(Smith never stabbed him. That would be too dangerous, too easy to fuck up and kill him. The Wolf didn’t remember when he got that scar in his thigh, he just remembered the burn of air kissing flesh that wasn’t meant to know light.)
“I’d kill to get you in a fucking hospital.” Dan’s grumble wasn’t wholly directed at the Wolf. His hands worked with the steady, telegraphed precision the Wolf had come to expect. He still wasn’t comfortable with it, but flinching away would only hurt worse. “I know this is rough for you, son, but I just want to make sure this is good for your trip north. You really ought to get some proper attention up there. The both of you.”
“Yessir.” The Wolf replied automatically, studying the bloodied bandages Dan set aside. “Can I ask you a question?” Dan stopped his work, looking up with surprise in his eyes.
“Sure. What’s on your mind, son?”
“Why did you help us?” Why did Thomas help them? Why did Merrill? “You didn’t know if - if we were criminals. If we would hurt you - I did hurt you - ”
“Imma stop you there, son.” Dan had him fixed with a harsh stare, hands still gentle on his arm. “I helped you folks because you needed help.” He huffed in amusement, stretching his jaw to emphasize the still fresh bruises left by the Wolf. “Plenty of folk fight back when they’re hurt - it’s only natural. Besides, Tommy and Merrill and I could handle a few troublemakers if you two turned out to be bad apples.”
The Wolf bit his lip. His breathing shook, but he swallowed the anxiety.
“What Alice said - about, she said - she was right. You don’t know what we’ve done. What - what I’ve done. And I’m - I’m not - I should still be - be down there. Should have stayed down there. I’m not a good person - I, I deserved everything - ”
“No one deserves what happened to you, Wolf. No one.” His name sounded…safe, on Dan’s tongue. No insult curling in condescending superiority. “No matter what you done - what was done to you in turn…it wasn’t right. You don’t earn that kinda treatment, however godawful you are. You’re still a person. Still have rights. And that includes the right to bein’ safe.”
“But - ”
“What happened to you, would Harrison deserve it? If he’d done what you’ve done?”
The Wolf opened and closed his mouth, teeth clacking together. He could still hear Harrison’s wails, the grief echoing throughout the bunker. A friend dead by his hand. That was different - that was mercy, that was selflessness.
“Of course not - he’s, that’s different he wouldn’t - he’d only do it if he - he was scared and he, he didn’t have a choice.”
“Did you have a choice?” The Wolf flinched at the hands cradling his face, calloused but so so gentle, open to letting him break away if he wanted to. He didn’t want to. The Wolf closed his eyes, letting gentle hands hold his face. They didn’t drop him, even as hot tears rolled down his cheeks.
“I - it’s different. I’m - I was a - I deserved - ”
“Never,” the hands holding his face tensed, “never think that you deserved that hell. You didn’t, you hear me?”
Something inside him shattered. The Wolf sobbed, collapsing through the hands and against Dan’s chest. The arms that wrapped around him were hesitant at first, but held him tightly when he didn’t resist. Steady. Safe.
“You didn’t deserve it son. None of it. Not a single second. You didn’t deserve any of it.”
For the first time in a long time, the Wolf cried - not out of fear, or pain, or anger; he simply wept. And the arms that held him didn’t falter or retreat or evaporate as a phantom of his imagination.
He cried. And he was held in safe arms through it all.
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(An AU of my Freelancers series)
Taglist: @i-eat-worlds @whumpy-daydreams
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