#But she doesn't care about the technicalities.

[multi-fandom-imagines8]

A Song of Ice & Shadow

Part 3 

You can read part one & two here.

Summary: Y/n is adjusting to her new life in the Night Court, where she finds herself interacting with the Illyrians much longer than before, whether by chance or by force. An unexpected encounter with Azriel ignites something between them.

Warnings: slight self-harm, struggle with identity.

Word count: 2.55K

Waking up to the gentle hum of birdsong, Y/n resolved that today marked the day she would get out of bed, despite the lingering ache of her wounds. Steadily placing both feet on the floor, she managed to stand up and make her way to the bathing room. Confronted by her reflection in the mirror, it dawned on her that this was the first time she had beheld herself since her transformation. Staring at the unfamiliar figure before her, tears welled in her eyes as grappled with the stark reality of her altered appearance. Determined to confront her unease, she left her room for the first time, in search of a sharp implement, be it scissors, a knife, or a blade. 

Rhys was lounging in an armchair, when he noticed Y/n’s troubled demeanor. He greeted her but was met with silence, unsure if she’d intentionally ignored him or simply could not hear him. Perceiving her distress, he inquired “can I help you with something?”.

“No- wait. Actually, can I borrow one of your blades?” Y/n asked.

Confused by the sudden interest in blades, he asked “what for?”.

“I don’t have time to explain. Can I or can I not?” Y/n grew impatient.

“I don’t have one on me, but if you tell me, maybe I can get you one of your own” Rhys offered.

“Never mind, can you tell where the kitchen is?” she sighed in frustration.

“If you’re hungry, the house can make you food. Can you tell me what this is about?” he inquired.

“So if I want something, I can just ask the house?”.

“Technically, yes”.

“House, may I have a knife?” she looked up as she asked.

Rhys chuckled “you don’t have to look up”.

“I thought you said it would give me what I wanted, so where’s the knife?”.

“It appears the house is disinclined”.

“So, what? The house has moods now? I don’t have time for this” Y/n declared, striding out of the room, in search of a sharp object. After ten minutes of searching, she finally found a blade and hurried back to her room. Observing her rushed return, Rhys sensed something was amiss. He knocked on her door, but there was no answer. He knocked twice more, before he forced the door open. He looked around but couldn’t see her, fearing the worst. Rushing to the bathing room, he discovered Y/n poised before the mirror, blade in her hand, blood dripping from her pointed ear, as she attempted to cut it off.

“Stop, stop! What are you doing?” Rhys intervened, clawing the blade out of her hand.

“Give it back” she screamed at him.

“Cutting them won’t change what you are” he reminded gently.

“I don’t care! Give it back. At least I won’t be constantly reminded” she implored, holding back tears as she tried to reach for the blade.

“Wait, wait, there’s another way. I can glamour it, and you won’t have to see it, not until you’re ready” he offered.

“You can do that?” she calmed down slightly.

“Yes, and I can teach you”. After a moment of contemplation, Y/n assented.

“-and just like that, you can glamour things. Don’t get frustrated if it doesn't work immediately; it takes time and practice. If you ever need anything, just please ask me. Don’t rush and try to do things on your own. You can ask for help” he reassured her.

“I don’t need your or anyone's help. I can do things on my own” she declared.

“I know you can, but sometimes it’s easier to ask for help”.

“To you maybe. I prefer relying on myself. Thank you very much”.

“It was just a thought... Are you good now?”.

“I’m fine, you can leave now”

“I meant, how are you feeling after healing? Are you still in pain?”.

“I’m fine. I can manage. Now please leave, you are giving me a headache”.

“Was that a long conversation for you?” Rhys snorted.

“Well, certainly the longest we’ve ever had. I just hope for all our sakes that this will be the longest we’ll ever have” Y/n forced a smile.

“I highly doubt that”. As he reached the door, he halted and turned to face her again “Don’t let him win. I know you hate being Fae, but don’t let the King of Hybern break your spirit” he advised.

The next day, Y/n went to see her sisters. To her shock, Nesta just sat there reading a book, while Elain, well, Elain looked so different from when she was human. Her skin was pale, no colors gracing her face, her body was so fragile. She just sat in the corner of her room, staring lifelessly out of the window. The sight of her broke Y/n's heart. She tried talking to her, getting her what she needed, but she knew this couln’t be fixed.

Having so much spare time, Y/n tried writing to her biological father, but she didn’t know where to start, what to tell him, she herself did not even know what her future looked like now. So every time she tried writing a letter, she’d hesitate, discard the letter and start again. Her daily routine now consisted of waking up, eating, checking on her sister, attempting to write to her father, bathing, and sleeping. She was not used to this kind life, leaving her feeling confined and trapped. Seeking solace, she headed to the roof, where she discovered a large training ring. There, she encountered Azriel, who acknowledged her presence with a nod, before returning to his training.

As she turned to leave, something within her compelled her to halt and speak “You’re healed?” she remarked more as an observation than a question.

“I am. I see you are healed as well” he replied, pausing his training to face her.

“I am” a genuine smile appeared on her face “and the General?” she inquired.

“Still healing, but he’s getting better” he studied her every move, every expression on her face.

“I’m glad” she nodded, turning away and leaving him to his training. He debated saying something further to her but ultimately remained silent, letting her go, as he was unsure of what to say.

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Unable to endure the confines of her room any longer, Y/n decided to have breakfast in the dining room. Seeing as she’d woken up late, she believed the room would be empty. Unfortunately for her, it was not. When she entered, she was met with the three Illyrian males, laughing and eating. She was about to sneak back out, but Rhys caught her “good afternoon, Y/n, or should I say good morning?” he mockingly greeted.

“Shut up” she played it cool and decided to sit at the far end of the table, opposite Rhys, with Cassian sat on his right and Azriel on his left.

Silence fell in the room, as she ate the meal the house provided her with. Feeling the weight of their gazes upon her, she finally spoke “Am I interrupting something? Because I can just go back to my room” her eyes met Rhys’.

“Not at all” Rhys smirked, resting his head on his palm.

“Then why are you all staring at me like some miracle had happened?”.

“You’re eating with us” Cassian clarified.

“Is there a rule against it?”.

“Nope, but I thought you had one”.

“I see your sense of humor hasn’t changed but shouldn't you train more, talk less” Y/n glared at Cassian.

“Are we your prisoners?” she returned her gaze on Rhys.

All three males’ eyes widened in shock “No, why would you think that?” Rhys, taken aback, clearly felt offended.

“The only way out of this house is through the ten thousand steps or flying”.

“I told you, you can always ask for help. Any one of us would take you out” he reminded.

“So, if I were to leave now, you’d let me?”.

“Yes, you’re not a prisoner, Y/n. You’re free to go anywhere you want” Rhys assured her.

“If that were the case, I’d be able to come and go as I please, without asking anyone to take me and bring me back, like some kind of a child” she confronted.

“Ah, so that’s your problem? Not being in total control of everything” Cassian added, earning a kick from Azriel under the table.

“I do not think you want to pick a fight with me now, General. Your wings are still healing” she remarked.

“And you think you can take me?” Cassian raised one brow.

“Cassian, this is not the time” Rhys warned.

“I’d like to leave now!” she stood from her chair, ignoring Cassian’s comment.

“But you’re eating”.

“I lost my appetite and would like some fresh air”.

“Alright”.

From the training ring, Rhys held her and said “hold on tight, you might not like this part” as he lunged into the sky.

“I’m not afraid of heights” she said, as she tightened her grip around him, taking in the new sight of the city and the fresh breeze. They descended near some shops in Velaris, and he asked if she wanted him to stay, to which she of course refused. They agreed on a time for him to pick her up and told her if she desired something, she could just put it in the house’s account, which again, she declined. Strolling through the city, observing the Fae going about their business, looking normal, she thought to herself they’re not so bad after all. One thing she noticed though, was that people here were happier than anywhere else she’d seen. When the agreed time came, she was standing at the spot where Rhys had left her. But instead of him, she was met with Azriel, whose wings were spread as he descended. This was the first time she fully saw the length of them. They were massive, she thought to herself. The way he tucked them in effortlessly as he strode towards her, his chest slightly rising, outlining his muscular features beneath. The heat flushed her cheeks as he got closer “Where’s your High Lord?” she snapped back to reality.

“He’s occupied at the moment. He asked me to come in his stead, so you wouldn’t have to wait” Azriel replied, maintaining his composure, even as the shadows seemed to whisper to him.

“How considerate of him” she sucked in a breath.

“Shall we?” he extended his hand to her. Y/n looked at his extended hand, noticing the scars, she wondered had they always been there? Lately, she’d been noticing a lot of things she never considered before. Gazing up at him, their eyes met for a split second, his face unreadable, before she looked away and took his hand. Despite his cold appearance, his hand was warm, while hers was freezing. At that moment, Azriel became aware that this was the first time they had any physical contact. Glancing at her, he could feel that she just had the same thought. 

His touch sent a jolt of electricity coursing through her veins, igniting a firestorm of unfamiliar emotions deep within her core. Then, in one fluid motion, he gathered her into his arms, lifting her effortlessly off the ground. As he did, she instinctively placed her palm on his chest, her breath coming in short, shallow gasps as she struggled to maintain her composure. He held her close, his arms wrapped securely around her waist, one scarred hand resting gently against the small of her back to support her. Removing her hand from his chest, she encircled her arms around his neck, fingers tangling in the soft strands of his hair as she relaxed, sending shivers down his spine. 

She was not the first woman to touch him like that, hell, he’d been with many women and had done a lot more than that. But she’s the first woman who made him feel like this…He was always able to keep his cool, to maintain his focus on whatever he was doing. But around her, he was losing it, losing control. She was beginning to take hold of him, not that he’d admit it.

They took to the sky, the rush of wind whipping past them, tousling her hair, strands brushing against his cheek. As they did, he caught a whiff of her sweet, tortuous scent. Even his shadows danced around her, stroking her face. She clung around him tightly as they soared higher, the heat of his body seeping through the thin fabric of her clothes. She could feel the hard muscles of his chest tense beneath her, and he could feel her heart racing against his chest. Managing to pull herself together, she tilted her head to the side, trying to get a view of the city.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” noticing where her eyes wandered, he asked.

She murmured “especially at night”.

As he was about to bank, he tightened his grip around her, warning her to brace herself.

As her feet reached the ground, she removed her arms from around him. He lingered for a moment before doing the same.

“Good night” she muttered and quickly went down the stairs to her room. He stood in the training ring in solitude, lost in his thoughts. That night, Y/n could not fall asleep.

In the next couple of days, Y/n rarely left her room. She’d leave once a day to check on her sisters and immediately return to the comfort of these walls she was growing accustomed to. Rhys came to check on her after her return and tried to initiate a conversation with her but was dismissed. During that time, she shifted her focus to the letter she was to write to her father. And for the first time, she managed to finish a letter before throwing it away. On the day she finally left her room, she wrote a letter and was satisfied with the content, but she kept it in her room, hesitant to send it. 

As she entered the dining room, she was greeted by Rhys and Cassian engaged in a discussion. She took to her usual seat and started eating what the house offered her. Somehow, it knew what she liked.

“Look who decided to grace us with her presence” Cassian remarked mockingly, a smirk playing on his lips.

“And look who's yet to regain the ability to fly with a fully healed wing” Y/n countered with a mocking pout.

“Enough you two! Can’t we have one normal day?” Rhys sighed, attempting to diffuse the tension.

“He started it” Y/n quipped

“I was just being nice” Cassian retorted.

“No you weren’t” she glared at him. Minutes later, Azriel entered the room, his expression slightly uneasy as he took his seat beside Rhys.

“What’s with you?” Cassian inquired.

“Nothing” Azriel replied in an icy tone.

“Clearly, there is” Cassian persisted.

“Mind your business, Cassian” Azriel warned and Y/n almost choked on her food, earning her a quick glance from him.

“Any word from my sister?” she shifted her focus to Rhys.

“She’ll be home soon”.

“Home” she scoffed “such a funny word” her eyes flickered.

Cassian was about to say something, but Azriel shot him with a glare that made him back down.

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[koorinohebi]

So. She's like this again. When she's finally all alone in her room at the Storm Border just before heading to Olympus.

I'm gonna do a drabble for that eventually. I'm just thinking if I should do Olympus first or not. But man. Atlantis is just Kiomi's nightmare. As someone who values servants, seeing them die and sacrifice themselves like that-- this is definitely her most exhausting Lostbelt. She's awfully aware as to how weak and powerless she is, but man that first encounter with Wodime just reinforced that a hundred-fold. Like the entire scenario with MC healing servants and over-exerting one's self, trying extra hard to the point of exhaustion? That's plenty Kiomicore. Even relating with Madricardo and Charlotte about possibly being no help at all...

Of course, she can't mourn forever, she'll eventually need to get a grip of herself. But just for a bit, before the next battle begins, she just wants to mourn the loss of the friends that she's made along the way.

#beyond the bounded field || ooc #I noticed that Kiomi doesnt really cry for humans. She gets angry on behalf of human friends... #But she only really cries when it's servant related. #She's usually crying about Nobunaga and Izo. #And she cries about things that she has no control over. #She cries about not being able to save Nobunaga at Honnouji. She cries about not being able to stop Izo's execution. #Girl you weren't even alive then. #But she doesn't care about the technicalities. #She's still gonna cry about it regardless. #Thing is. In the Fate verse. She's never really loved people before. Not genuinely at least. #So her time in Chaldea is lifechanging. Because in Chaldea she's met people who she can't afford to lose. #Humanity as a whole she doesnt really like. But she likes people like Yuuki. Sophie. and Cana. #Oh! Hakuno too~ #We all know she loves her servants. #Bad mouthing her servants in front of her is enough to make her lunge at people. Like what happened with Nagayoshi and Kagetora. #Servant Slander is a nono here.

[nelkcats]

Not The Blood Son

Damian is not Bruce Wayne's biological son. A fact that no one was aware of, not even Talia herself.

This was because Ra found the DNA of a being related to the Lazarus pits, and was willing to make a clone for further study; However, he lost the sample. On the other hand, Talia, who was trying to created a kid of her and her beloved used the wrong sample.

Talia never realized this due to Damian's resemblance to Bruce. When Damian got to the mansion, Bruce take Talia's word for it, of course, she ran some blood tests but the computer started crashing at that point, showing the result to be 'similar'. He decided to do new tests later, but that result was enough at the time.

Everything Damian was proud of: his heritage, his own as the only blood son, his right to be "Batman", was gone as soon as his mother revealed the truth. His father, of course, said that he was still his son regardless of blood but Damian was not happy with that.

He was supposed to be different from his brothers, he was supposed to be Batman, but if he wasn't... who was he? What was his true purpose? what was the right path to choose?

Determined to find a new purpose, Damian decided to search for his biological father. Something in which his family offered him support. The problem was that the only information they had came from Ra and one of his former business associates. A certain "Plasmius", Damian's father had no other description beyond "Related to the Lazarus pits"

Danny Fenton, finally out of the hero life, and living with his "cousin" in Amity (and the Infinite Realms) had no idea how much was about to change his quiet retirement life.

#dpxdc #Danny is Damian's father #Vlad sold his DNA before he destroyed his lab #Since Talia was creating a baby and not a clone the DNA worked #Damian is technically part ghost #maybe he is still too weak or young to manifest ghost powers #maybe he needs ecto #Bruce doesn't care about the blood relation #Damian is his kid by that point #dp x dc #dc x dp #Talia realized about her error until Damian was with Bruce #The computer couldn't read well the blood tests because the ectoplasm corrupted it #Batcomputer is not equipped to read ecto #Maybe the Fentons were related to the Waynes in the past and thats the reason it show similarities #Poor Danny doesn't know he have a kid out there #He lives between Amity and the Realms #His house have the portal now #Dani lives with him when she's not traveling

[sysig]

It’ll all go fine if you’d just don’t worry about it, probably (Patreon)

#Doodles #Handplates #UT #Fellplates #Gaster #Toriel #And technically Sans and Papyrus are offscreen in that last one but they're there! #Starting with a dress because Gaster always needs some pretty clothes! #His cute little angel wings expanded into a shawl :D With a feather-themed dress as well #I was thinking he'd look good in a bleeding-heart pigeon getup - just a little on the nose symbolism hehe - but it'd be very stark as well #But I mean Monsters don't bleed it's fine probably it's just a pop of bright red! Doesn't mean anything! #Thinking about the symbolism of his decorative wings normal-like as well...and of Gerson talking about the Angel of Death.....hmmmm #I'm sure it's nothing haha :) #Thinking again about Toriel taking issue with Gaster's new hole punches but not necessarily of her knowing what they mean #He has to be careful how much he shares of his progress! If she knew what might she make of him? Of them? #Two new little things to be subjugated? Or worse? All the more reason to keep them secret #I like both so much but hmmm he also wouldn't be held as accountable if he kept them secret #It's interesting as well - Gaster had a lot of growing pains with his experiments initially - I wonder how much Fell!Gaster struggled? #He always seems so placid and put together but surely Something breaks him - hard to avoid where and how he is now #Maybe not forever but just for a moment! A moment of weakness is all it takes after all ♪ #All the more reason to have safeguards in place! #Like teaching the boys how to heal! :0 Fellplates!Gaster would be able to heal wouldn't he? But nobody else could haha #Would the boys be able to from the beginning? Or do Fell Monsters have to develop it? :0 Through inaction or through intention? Hm ♪ #It'd be nice proof of concept if they could heal :) No time like the present!

[starrbirrd]

something something ACOSF AU where the first fae-tradition Nesta learns is cutting her hair and sending it to Rhys as a declaration of war

#I'm sure y'all remember that ancient Tumblr post about this #i would love having this be a faerie culture thing #archaic but those who know and remember KNOW #probably that hewn city au with mor's sister i talked about #where she doesn't know what to make of this Made fae woman now technically in her care #she comes to breakfast one day with her hair shorn to her ears and the confusion continues #until she hears about it from keir or someone and she just LAUGHS because that's the most audacious thing she's ever seen someone do #anti rhysand #nesta archeron derserves better #anti inner circle #pro nesta #anti acosf #anti nessian

[s-wordsmith]

Listen. The team went their separate ways at the end of season one in part because Sophie conned them and in part because they felt like it was time, they reached a natural breaking point, they did some good and now they don't need to be together anymore.

They came back together in season two in large part because they realized they wanted to continue the work and that they needed/wanted each other other, but also because Sophie conned them.

She had the whole world and she was in a show specifically in Boston (where she knew Nate--the hardest person to convince--was going to be).

She arranged it so they all arrived at roughly the same time (seems likely she gave them an arrival time, probably saying that's when she'd be able to come out and see them before the show), without anticipating ahead of time that they would be seeing each other and thus having second thoughts (all it would have taken was one mention that she was inviting everybody; instead they all seem to expect they were each the only person invited), and shortly before the beginning of the show so that she has just enough time to make them feel guilty enough to stay without leaving enough time for anyone to politely excuse themselves.

And she set up a situation in which she was sure to have their pity, thus making them both stick around a little longer and want to cheer her up (Sophie knows she gets bad reviews on stage; she doesn't understand yet why people don't like her performance or how to do better, but she's one of the most observant people in the world--she knows. She knows the team knows.).

Sophie put all the dominoes in place and then let them be who they are, because she was right and they do belong together.

#Leverage #Sophie Devereaux #Nate definitely knows the second he sees the others outside the show #Eliot knows pretty early on too #Parker knows that Sophie did something but gets too bogged down in how MUCH of it Sophie controls #and then decides she doesn't care because she got what she wanted out of it and everybody's happy #so she never thinks about it ever again and therefore never technically figures it out even though she could if she wanted #Hardison has no idea; of course Sophie invited everyone :) that's what he would have done :) #Sophie would never con them again :) so the thought genuinely doesn't cross his mind #Nate is the only one that ever brings it up. Exactly once. To let her know - obliquely - that he's into it.

[22degreehalo]

Okay I finished the movie. (Spoilers follow!)

I liked the parts about Barbie as an actual doll. I liked the ending! It was fun and creative and had some real emotion to it!

I didn't... enjoy the portrayal of gender.

The movie just really does not seem to want to face up to the idea that in the Barbie world, women are the privileged class. They hold all positions of power and property. Barbie doesn't even know where the men live?

Yes, it's all deliberately weird and surreal. But it's all just too weird and surreal to relate much to the real world. The climax relies on assuming that the barbies would essentially relate perfectly to a random real-world woman, which... even if it were true that all women IRL can relate to each other, their life experiences are just way too different.

(Yes, the patriarchy got introduced into Barbie land! But... how??? It's very hand-waved. Why would the privileged class suddenly completely turn the system 180 just because a guy came by with some books? It almost feels like a reverse-racism thing...?!)

And then, in the end, the kens still aren't treated equally. The movie jokes that 'someday' they'll have as much power as women IRL. But... we literally just spent the last hour exploring how shitty women have it. So now the kens have it even worse than that. And that's okay?

Again: it's meant to be dumb and silly. But we're also supposed to suspend our disbelief and live in this world for two hours. And the world just doesn't really jive with the tone. The more you think about it, the more you treat it as a real place, the less sense it makes. It only works if you laugh off the kens as just privileged white guys just because they resemble them.

Which, also! The movie in the end tries to be comforting to men and say that they don't need to be defined by their girlfriends or whatever! Which is actually a good message IRL: for too many men, being able to Date A Woman really is treated as the ultimate arbiter of human worth! (It... makes little sense in the world, where it seems like the kens really do need to rely on the barbies? But. see above.)

Except the entire way through, the idea of men having feelings is mocked and laughed off. Like I said, they imply that a gender non-conforming man would have absolutely 0 reason to fear violence at the hands of other men, which is... completely detached from reality?! Everything a stereotypical 'man' might care about is treated as being not really all that good, men's fears of abandonment or failure are eye-rollingly chalked up to 'egotism' (again, despite the status of the kens in this world), and when Ken cries at the end, it's presented as humiliating, as opposed to the dignified crying Barbie does on multiple occasions.

To be clear: I am not accusing the movie of misandry. I'm accusing the movie of being excessively cruel towards men who do not fit the stereotypical image of 'masculine', and then also being kind of pointlessly mean at those who do, as well.

Like, in the climax, one of the ultimate scenes of 'female empowerment' has the barbies pretend to listen while the kens play the guitar at them ('Push' by Matchbox 20, which is a good song IMO??? But it's treated as like. Objectively bad.), only to deliberately check their phone to show they don't care, then get up and talk to another man instead. And all of this is framed as, like 'playing on their petty egos and jealousies.' And not as like... them opening up? To someone they like? And trying to do something nice? And then being hurt when they don't feel the connection they wanted?

(Also men getting angry at other men, or staging a 'war', is treated as entirely petty and silly and kinda funny. Just an 'own goal', so to speak. Which, again, feels very insensitive when men... do in fact violently attack other men over reasons like jealousy.)

(Also also it's treated as super arrogant when a man tries to help out a woman who is literally saying aloud that she doesn't understand and wants help??? Because it's soooo offensive to think a woman can't do something she says she can't do??? even though the end of the movie is all about how women shouldn't have to be perfect and should be allowed to be just normal and not really good at anything???? I'm so confused.)

It's just... such a weird mix of a genuinely fun and creative campy setting, which then mixes in the most weirdly tone-deaf and old-fashioned gender essentialism possible. It tries to be progressive at the end, but the setting is already so stuck in those ideas (that inverting gender power dynamics would be really good actually since women are better in power, that men don't have any real legitimate reason to have emotions so it's weird and dumb if they do) that it doesn't track. It doesn't match the actual events of the movie.

It's not just an empty popcorn movie. Frankly, it'd be a lot better if it was!!!!!!! (At least for me, hahah.) It's best appreciated, honestly, if you do turn your brain off and just enjoy the pretty visuals and the nice moments at the end. Which is sad. Because it clearly does try to do so much more than that! But all those attempts just... make the movie more confused and weird and kind of mean?

Basically, the movie tries to do a whole 'haha what if we switched the power of the genders' but then still wants to treat all of the men like they're privileged white guys, even though there's 0 worldbuilding reason for that to be justified. (Plus also it has the typical 'wacky misandry' problems of being incredibly shitty to GNC and disabled men. but like I just expected that literally always nowadays.)

So yeah uhhh. unfortunately I gotta say that I don't really agree with those 'lollllll men hate this movie even though it literally just says that they're okay by themselves and don't need to base their worth on women!!!!!' like YEAH but it also implies some pretty. questionable stuff about oppression and mental health and how much we should respect men who have ~delicate fragile emotions~ too.

#oh boy I'm not putting this in the tag #. #.. #... #.... #..... #barbie 2023 #im SO disappointed man fuck #little women is like. one of my favourite movies ever. #literally the only movie to actually capture the aroace woman's experience #of what ive seen anyway #and uh technically barbie in this movie is definitely asexual and arguably aro as well #but. she's a wealthy elite who explicitly doesn't care about the feelings or physical safety of her subordinates. #also she slaps ken at one point #yeah this movie's understanding of oppression dynamics doesn't. go beyond 'patriarchy bad' huh

[dootznbootz]

I honestly get a little annoyed that people will act like Penelope wouldn't be in the Fields of Punishment alongside Odysseus :P

Because she'd either go with him or literally be there because of her own things. I mean...She's not that nice either. They're literally "likeminded", all the war crimes he would tell her, she'd be thinking "Oh!!! Good thinking!!!" The only thing is, she just didn't GET to do those war crimes because she wasn't in the war. She would scold him for the stupid things he did acting like she's never done the same or wouldn't do the same.

Also as if she wouldn't also tell Polyphemus her name? Maybe not exactly, but she'd do something JUST as prideful/dumb eventually. BECAUSE THEY'RE SIMILAR. SAME MIND!!!

#this is partially not serious but you know #doesn't help with the whole dante's inferno thing but yeh :P #If you were to JUST go by what she was ALLOWED to do in the time that we see her??? ...yeah. I guess. she wouldn't technically go there #But she's also has very violent wishes in parts of the Odyssey also where she's just straight up rude. #Idk I notice this with Helen too. people acting like none of these women have skeletons in their closets. I love them so so fucking much #But for example Helen still did the voices outside the horse. I have my own interpretation of it. as there's no for certain reason but she #still did it!!! and let her do it!!! if you can't love these women for the somewhat shitty things they do. then do you really care for thei #character??? #like...stop gutting my women!!!!!!! ksdljf #and honestly Idc TOO much about how they're written as long as in character and not JUST “The Wife™” #same with Circe!!! let her be a bitch!!! let her scare AND help odysseus!!!! #save me morally gray circe #Ima make a “bitchy Penelope” compilation as I love them so much #I'm so fucking mad that the 90s Odyssey DOESN'T HAVE HER TRICK HIM!!!!!!!! TRICK HIMMMMM #shot by odysseus #Mad rambles #And honestly. if you hate Odysseus. understand that you also hate her. because she would fucking hate you for that #this is a very dumb rant #Water Wife #essay

[creativeskull95]

Murder Drones role swap au except rather than Worker!N moving out of the Bunker to live with the Murder Drones, Disassembler!Uzi follows him inside like a demented stray dog, and now everyone has to deal with Worker!N and his "pet" Murder Drone that can and will follow him everywhere, shooting everyone around them X3 faces when they annoy her too much.

This continues on until Disassembler!Thad breaks into the Bunker to take her home cause, causing a constant game of breaking into the Bunker by all of the Murder Drones.

#murder drones #role swap au #N's name would be Niko in this #I'm thinking the other disassembler would be Lizzie #who technically doesn't care and she's happy Z is gone but it is affecting their numbers #which she also doesn't care too much about but T does so

[elisedonut]

thinking about Percy/Dennis still (yes i know I'm sorry i promise i do have other thoughts lol)

specifically about Molly wanting them to break up though

because i was thinking about that concept i used to think about alot where Molly just thinks she knows Percy so so well but in reality doesn't know him really at all

so she tries to get them to break up because she hasn't learned her lesson about you know respecting your children's romantic choices.

also fits well with my favorite concept of Percy being the last one of the siblings to get married (That like actually does I mean because Charlie typically doesn't in my head)

So in Molly's eyes Dennis is not only too young for him but also not someone she sees as like a "permanent" partner because of it

Also i made a picrew <3

#percy weasley #dennis creevey #Dennis Creevey/Percy Weasley #technically canonically Molly would not care about age gaps because like she just doesn't #like she heavily supports Tonks/Remus and nothing she says about Fleur is related to the age difference but! #idk why i could see her being hypocritical like that when it comes to m/m or f/f relationships so it tends to enter my brain anyway #just realized i made Dennis's eyes blue oops supposed to be Green also i keep switching on his hair style everytime #ill figure out a style i like for him eventually

[pentacass]

someone implied (indirectly) sol's a good tav and i blacked out

#why the fuck did i spend 2 hours on this #gonna frow up now bye #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #solistre #yzstuff #yzbg3 #ok technically sol's not *evil* #she's just selfish #she turned shart from shar mainly cos she was fucking pissed she was gonna lose another person she cares about to another shitty goddess #and she went about it in a fucked up manner #...and ok she doesn't want shart to be used by shar like she and the drow were used by lolth but THAT'S NOT THE POINT #SHE NOT EVIL. JUST SELFISH AND STOOBID ABOUT IT.

[castelias-cat-queen]

would you still be evil if you engaged in homosexuality

Who says I don't?

(I don't, I experience no form of attraction of any kind.)

#pokeblogging #rotomblr #pokemon irl #pkmn irl #in character #free felines arc #//technically aroace. but she literally doesn't have the emotional capability to care about labels at all. #//tbh the only reason she uses the right pronouns is because its a hassle when people correct her #//not that she thinks theyre otherwise bad either. she thinks of them purely technically. just a grammar shortcut to refer to people. #//if she could get away with it she'd not refer to anyone at all. faster that way. pure efficiency. #//also these little authors notes are fun. very pratchett-esque. imma keep doing them even if they clog up tags

[maddy-ferguson]

season 4 is not a good season to be a steve fan it actually made me like him less

#and okay you'll think i'm lying but i've said this before i'm known as a steve fan like i don't even need to put myself in the shoes of #steve fans i'm talking from personal experience. i mean yeah i said it made me like him less that's about me but just. more context #like yeah he's there a lot that's great but what he's doing on screen...like nancy's character is not the one that's suffering from the #stncy comeback. because she's not the one who likes the other again obviously but omg i was so annoyed the first time i watched it and i #was annoyed with steve #like i can see why they'd do that but it's also like they don't even care about steve that much😭 substantial screentime =/= good screentime #but this actually applies to like the show as a whole the show is not a good show to be a steve fan the way people in fandoms are fans of #characters. which is why i loved him more when i didn't care about him in a fandom way. okay that doesn't make sense. i don't care about #him in a fandom way which is why he isn't that high on my list of favorite characters like two years ago he was higher but i still like #him the same amount. technically. or a little less because season 4 made me. but my point was comparatively i like him less even though i #enjoy him like i've always enjoyed him #does that make sense #and like i say: brf slt

[seaweedstarshine]

Sometimes I think of Amy Pond, who grew up being called mad by those who wielded the word as a tool of exclusion and shame —

Amy Pond, who though forced into the hands of four psychiatrists, still clung to that which they called madness until those systems which elevate psychosocial conformity above humanity stripped it from her —

Amy Pond, whose imaginary friend reappeared for a single hour after twelve years and reignited that faith before disappearing for two more years —

Amy Pond, who spent those those two years under the same implicit threat ingrained in her through psychiatric violence, and thus began to believe the man who stopped the invasion was “just a madman with a box,” only for him to agree, and to also call her “mad, impossible Amy Pond,” reframing madness as non-negative for the first time in her life —

Amy Pond, who ignored the disembodied voice of her imaginary friend even as she ran away with him for real, who still lived each day with the traumatic internalization of deviancy dictated upon her by the psychiatric-industrial complex that shaped her from childhood —

Amy Pond, who wouldn't acknowledge the Doctor's voice, such that it took an Angel in her eye that was literally killing her to ensure she couldn't reality check herself —

Amy Pond, who stood before a room which muttered about “the psychiatrists we brought her to,” and though afraid, escaped their rigid parameters of acceptable existence.

#I like seeing it as indicating she began hearing his voice when he was gone for all those years! why else wouldn't she say anything? #actually psychotic Amy agenda #Amy Pond #eleventh doctor #reclaimed language #oh look its another antipsychiatry themed doctor who post #sumn abt in Fairies At The Bottom Of The Garden audio AND Imaginary Enemies comic we see Amelia bein called slurs against psychotic people #(shes called psycho in both) #like!!! and SO MUCH OF AMYS STORY is about her claiming her agency in ways that previous companions weren't allowed to- #companions whose status as a Wife was a signifier of an to end of their value individually- 'this is no place for a married woman' etc #in some cases Wife-ness forced upon them *as* a denial of agency 'I spent all that time trying to find you I'm not going back now!' etc #whereas Amys story deconstructs that; Amys “Choice” is an illusion- Amy being a Wife doesn't demote her agency as an companion #anyways I love that aspect of reclaimed agency for Amy but ALSO #“madness” as an expression of agency against systems of oppression is SO relevant. the mind defends itself and the alternative isnt better #the oppressive system in this case being ableist structures and the psychiatric system ITSELF which is a whole other layer #the moral being that even if the Doctor WAS a delusion? he'd still be a needed coping mechanism for a child who says “ppl always leave” #and instead of examining her feelings of abandonment they insist 'aLiENs DoNt ExIsT' as seen in the 'sTaRs DoNt ExIsT' psychiatrist in TBB #they don't care that she's in PAIN- why would they?- they just care that she's 'abnormal' and therefore not deserving of humanity #(eleventh) doctor is neurodivergent tag #I mean technically this is about Amy but I once (twice) used that tag on the post about the Master. its the spirit of it! #and Amy Pond + her Raggedy Doctor as “mad” people is very *chefs kiss* #((you know what im putting the tag on my last Amy post :D )) #Mels experienced this very differently and I'll make a post about her at some point- I just wanna make sure my points are got across better #sumn abt Amelia's “crazy” was Mels' “delinquency.” Amy treated as if she doesn't know her own life while Mels treated as threatening #sumn abt adultification of Black girls while Amy is infantilized #Amy Pond who could rewrite reality in a reborn universe because she grew up with a Crack in her wall that no one believed was special — #ableism #saneism #unreality #because I mean Amy's stand against psychiatric dehumanization was to REWRITE THE UNIVERSE with her Crack powers

[ereborne]

Song of the Day: March 26

"Songs About Rain" by Gary Allan

#song of the day #you might think that this is the opposite of 'Groovy Little Summer Song' but nope! closer to same because (drumroll) #they are one of the very best categories of thing: Country Songs About Country Songs #I love them. I adore them #'Songs About Rain' is one of the strongest and best examples of type I have (also 'Cheatin Songs' by Midland. impeccable) #'and it sure ain't easin my pain / all these songs like / Rainy Night in Georgia / Kentucky Rain #Here Comes That Rainy Day Feelin Again / Blues Eyes Cryin in the Early Mornin Rain #they go on and on and there's no two the same / oh it would be easy to blame / all these songs about rain' #what a gift. what a delight. legitimately hard to sing this song in a mournful voice because it makes me so damn happy #anyway as you might glean from how this is posting at 3 pm my time: my sleep schedule is /fucked/ #I did have part of the bad conversation with my boss on Monday (immediately followed by garden times #which so overtook me that I spoke only about the garden and good spring feeling in my song post. what a blessing the garden is) #but mostly what happened is I said 'hey it is technically possible for me to make this but it will not help it will not do anything useful' #and my boss said 'but you can make it' and I said 'yes but we shouldn't. it will be a waste of time' and she said 'make it by Thursday' #and I said 'I absolutely cannot make it by Thursday. if I finish instead this better thing I've already been working on--' #and she said 'no we don't care about that thing. make part of the useless thing. by Thursday morning' #and I said 'if I bring you part of the useless thing and part of the good thing and I directly compare them in front of you--' #and she said 'we'll look at whatever you have Thursday morning but it's the useless thing we care about' #so the meeting is scheduled and I'm going to plead for the life of my better thing and probably the best I'll get is permission to do both #which is. I mean the useless thing is going to be a time-waster for sure but at least it won't be actively detrimental to anything? #it'll be fine I'll make it be fine. the inherent problems of when your boss doesn't actually know what you do for them I guess :/ #(also maybe. maybe if it comes down to it. maybe I'll just make the good thing for myself and use it to make my own life better #and someday maybe they'll ask for a project that works and then I'll be able to dramatically unveil it but either way I'll benefit from it #hmm maybe yeah)

[sweettint]

In the end, Azula's foolishness led to her demise. Her idea of controlling everyone by making them fear you, instead of having them trust you- made her lose everyone including her close friends which made her go crazy by the end. But it hurt seeing her that way, I felt so sorry for her because if you think about this, she was only 14 years old, groomed by her wicked father to be a weapon instead of letting them have their childhood. Zuko at least had Uncle Iroh to save him, she had nobody to save her from Ozai.

#princess azula #yes she's crazy from the beginning but she still could have turned out better #she had no control over her life technically #stop blaming a kid for her actions 😭 imean if anything all blame goes to ozai #she just wanted her father's approval and attention so was ready to do anything to please him #but ofcourse he didn't care for his children just like he doesn't care about anyone but himself #it's actually not surprising her friends left her... good for them tho #azula was a shit friend to them- they deserve better #anyways #azula avatar #avatar last airbender #avatar fandom #fire nation #atla