So I seem to have more evidence for @leabbmao Rollo has self hatred theory. So I was watching the translations on YouTube. And these interesting parts came up.
Rook says this and Rollo does this in response and says these words under his breath.
Someone else mentions something about the festival and this was also his response:
Finally, Yuu thanks him for the clothes
And this was his response:
This last screenshot adds to my Yuu is the role of Esmeralda theory. Notice how when Rollo is talking about the festival his facial features are in a more negative way. Meanwhile when we thank him, his facial features are seemingly neutral(though we can’t tell if he’s smiling or something like that under the handkerchief). His verbal response is also less aggressive when it comes to us thanking him for the clothes or complimenting the clothes in comparison as to when Rook did it.
We were right!!
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I made a joke about wanting to see more orcs and dragonborn characters romancing Astarion instead of all the generically hot elf women that Twitch and TikTok have been making, and now I have people telling me i'm mocking SA survivors.
It's not that fucking serious, you absolute weirdo buffoons.
I was making a joke about wanting to see Astarion get with more unconventional looking bitches.
My original post didn't even specify male or female, I just wanted to see more dragonborns and orcs romancing Astarion. Yeah, I used the term railed because I'm raunchy.
But it's not my fault you have a weird relationship with a fictional man that you can't just keep to yourself.
Can't make a goddamn joke on the Internet anymore.
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My Thoughts on Poor Things
This movie was beautiful, and I was mesmerized by nearly every shot; oddly enough, the wide-angle and fish eye shots were my favorite. The unique landscape and vibrant, contrasted world was incredible to see. In some ways the world reminded me of Beau is Afraid, though with a little more garnish whimsy and less outright terror. The fashion, the cinematography, the settings, the score oh my god; technically, this movie is one of my all time favorites
Mark Ruffalo’s character was incredible and he should receive every accolade for his performance. Though I did find it funny to lean over to my sister and say “Hulk SMASH” every time he got into a fight, his embodiment of the character at play was perfect; he felt truly tangible throughout the story. By far, he was my favorite character in the entire movie (his actions despicable, his moral compass disgusting, his arc so fun and nearly theater-esque—“BELLAAA” was one of my favorite scenes, and one I wish lingered longer)
Similarly, Emma Stone’s performance was indescribable. Her physicality and embodiment of Bella was unlike something I’ve ever seen. She was completely believable at every stage in Bella’s journey, and her movement reflected that. Bella’s growing up was so subtle, yet noticeable all at once; by the end of the movie, it was hard to remember where it began.
I can appreciate the subtextual critique of the Born Sexy Yesterday trope, and the feminist themes for what they are. Overall, it was satisfying to see Bella “win” at the end of the day and take control of her narrative.
However, however.
This trope, this story, is such a unique and powerful metaphor for what women, what girls, go through in their life and in coming to terms with their sexuality, and I was so disappointed by the narrative the movie ended up pushing.
It was so heavy handed at moments when it wanted us to understand what it was trying to tell. When Bella was at the Brothel, after she saw the cruelty in Alexandria, the characters’ practically told us what they wanted us to hear; we nearly had fourth-wall breaks in some of the emotional climaxes of the story.
I wish, I wish, that at any point—towards the end, when Bella learned what she was, towards the beginning, with the proposal of marriage, in the middle, in the climax, during the end credits—that it was a little more directly addressed that these men were in love with a child. Perhaps the absurdity of Mark Ruffalo’s character and his satirical fall to madness, his comedic portrayal and garish nature, was meant as a metaphor to laugh at these men for falling in love with a child. Yet, her true final husband, God’s assistant, is shown in an entirely sympathetic, forgiving and nearly hero-istic light, but he had no qualms with sleeping with her as a child. No, he had issue with sleeping with her out of wedlock. And she is forgiving, understanding, and loving of him (maybe because he doesn’t just love her for her body—but still).
Maybe it is from personal experience, from my own traumatic dealings with sexual assault at a younger age, of my body being treated older than I was in mind, that I find such fault with the message (that I ultimately took away) of “women should be allowed to do what they want with their bodies” and “men should not take advantage of women and treat them as things to be had”. It was a story of one women’s fight for her autonomy; yet at the end, she had no anger, no rage nor hate; she was told by her employer at the brothel that this was the way of things, essentially; she does say at one point that she feels rage—but I don’t think we saw any of that. I think we saw a young woman having a lot of sex in a shitty situation and coming to terms with it, and eventually, making her own way in the world and getting revenge in the ways she could.
But I wanted to see her cut Mark Ruffalo’s dick off. I wanted to see her scream. I wanted to see her cry tears for her body. I wanted to see her feel something—anything—for the way her autonomy had been taken from her in a tangible way once she came to understand it.
Maybe that was Yorgos’s attempt in the third act, but it was so heavy handed it nearly felt absurd (and not in a good way)—her old husband tried to mutilate her, she turned him into a goat. Girl Power.
This story had such a ripe metaphor for grooming and the sexual exploitation of young girls that it was bursting at the seams. It’s essential to her character the moment she first meets Ruffalo. It is part of her journey, part of her growth; rarely is it addressed directly by the film.
This movie could have been radical, could have been bolder and braver in its message; it had all the makings to do so. It could have been such a moving and empathetic story about the exploitation of young women, of how men have oft viewed girls, of the pain and anger and betrayal of being groomed. And yet, in the third act, it fell flat in the name of a feministic tale it feels has been told through movies throughout time—Barbie, this year, or even Emma Stone’s Easy A. And while these stories are not at fault for their message, and their themes should be shown and are valuable as they are, this movie just had so much potential to do more.
Maybe it is my fault for identifying with aspects of Bella’s character that I felt unexplored. Perhaps it is my undoing that I saw my trauma in hers, that I wanted her to feel the pain that I did when I came to terms with my own experiences. It is possible that I have asserted myself onto Bella, in a lack of feeling that these stories have not been shown so brutally and honestly (as they could’ve been here) before.
Yet I feel it is undeniable that women who have been groomed can watch this movie without seeing Bella, in many ways, as a metaphor of themselves. And it is hurtful that her trauma was left with passive acceptance and forgiveness by all who were there to witness it, that only a man in her past life (a life we did not see) faced true consequence, that at no point in the movie, like other messages, was it directly addressed. Had other themes not been outwardly spoken by the characters so obviously, maybe I would be more forgiving that this one was left to be pieced together.
It is a beautiful and wonderful film that should be awarded for what it is. But I am disappointed for what it could’ve been, and for that it feels hollow. It saddens me more that this metaphor now feels as though it has been used up by this story when it could have been explored for so much more. And now I am left with the feeling that it is my bearing to forgive what I have endured; in many ways this is true, but I somehow leave feeling guilty all the same.
In the end, I am grateful to have watched Poor Things. I would recommend it to the occasionally sexist film buff friend. But I would not recommend it to my youngest sister; though for her, I hope she can watch it and never feel the same as I did.
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I want to...
You were laying next to Cloud, a top a meadow's hill. Surround by nature. You didn't dare look at the sky as the anger red meteor threaten the very peace you wished to have at this moment.
The battle was about to begin, you had only a week before the chosen day was upon you. And yet...Cloud asked you for one last hurrah.
"Let's run away for a bit." He whispered softly in your ear the night before. You looked at him, knowing that deep down, he was terrified. You nodded and got off the highwind, taking your PHS with you just in case.
You look over to him and smile. He looked to be sleeping. You wondered what he dreamt about. The battle? Maybe, future? Or maybe he was simply dreaming a simple dream. One filled with sweet nothings. The last thought alone made you feel all warm inside.
"Y/n?"
"Yes?"
"What do you want to do?"
You thought for a moment. Only a moment and finally dared to look up.
"I want to go to Norway to see the flowers, and to Paris to climb the towers. I want to go to Italy to look up in the chapels and maybe go to Vermont to eat their apples. I want to do some many things and more, yet without you with me it be kind of a bore."
Cloud looked at you, smiling.
"Sure."
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