One thing that was very interesting to me in this episode is the way Eddie was just... not joking about Buck's love interests.
That stuck out.
Usually when Eddie talks to Buck about his love interests, it's with an edge of fond exasperation, teasing laced around his gently delivered truths, but there was none of that this episode. Buck told Eddie he went to see Natalia and it was like something switched. Eddie's entire affect changed when Buck started talking about Natalia. He went from being loose and easy (as loose and easy as one can get when standing at a grave) to being... not combative, necessarily, but visibly actively not wanting to engage in conversation about her either, and it's not...
It's not even jealousy!! We joke a lot about Eddie and jealousy, but it wasn't that at all. It was a fatigue that comes with silence, that comes with holding your tongue, that comes with keeping secrets. Especially when Buck said that he feels like Natalia sees him. That look Eddie gave him immediately after? That was pure hurt. That was him saying I see you too, I've always seen you. But he can't say that. He can't say that, because to say that would be to say so many other things about the way he sees Buck, and to say so many other things would mean to have to unstick his tongue from the roof of his mouth about the ONE thing he's been holding onto ever since he was shot.
I don't know. I don't know, but I think Eddie taking Buck on a date and I think about how Eddie left his son—his heart—in Buck's care so they could bake cookies together (which becomes profoundly more significant in an episode where Christopher was talking about baking smores with his mom), and I think about Kenny saying Ryan has been doing some very nuanced work in the back half of this season, I'm like
Oh. Oh. I see it, thank you. Loud and clear.
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wild to me to see posts like "wow everything in the tempest is named after shakespeare...emet you melodramatic bitch you sure loved theater". because the prospero-emet thing gets played up so hard in the english script and you can carry it so far!
like prospero is an asshole magician who, after being deposed by his brother as duke of milan, settles himself and his daughter on a remote island, enslaves the local spirits using his magic, and bitterly plots to reclaim his past glories. he rules through violence and deceit, and only survives and is reconciled when his plots reach their fruition and his brother is taken to his remote island and plots ensue and everyone decides he was totally right all along and they were huge dicks to him and they're sooooo sorry and he gets to go back and be duke again wow! and it's okay because he's like "i was only doing mean magic to get my rightful spot back and now i'm giving it up because magic is evil. :)"
the tempest is what emet wants his life to be. prospero is not a villain in the text of the tempest. he is barely treated as antagonistic by the text and framing of the play itself. all his abuses, his neglect and control of his daughter, his enslavement of caliban and ariel (local spirits/monsters/people of the island), his deception and plots against his brother, his abuse of magical powers (not awesome, from the pov of the contemporary audience), all that ultimately gets swept aside in the rightness of his return to milan and the warm feeling of the world being set to rights. prospero can't undo the years he spent on the island but they are ultimately a blip in his life before he returns to the rightful state of affairs. his abuse and enslavement of caliban, easily the worst thing he does in the play, is totally set aside when caliban goes "wow now i see how truly benevolent my master is. i love him and see the ways of christian good and i'm so, so appreciative he chose not to kill or beat me even though he totally could have and would have been in the right. he's so just and intelligent." everyone loves and forgives him and they all agree both his management of the island and his ultimate return are so good and so wise and so right.
emet comparing himself to the tempest (or being compared to it, depending on how you want to read the diegetic status of the place names) is absolute wishcasting. it is an attempt to manifest the happy ending he will never, ever get because his sins cannot and would not be forgiven in the way he wants. he wants to imagine himself as the righteous returned duke whose crimes, including the enslavement, abuse, and exploitation of those he saw as his rightful inferiors, were totally worth it, i promise. and if emet is prospero, the warrior of light is his caliban.
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ooh hb noritoshi in a grimreaper's outfit ? 🎃
WE'RE SO BACK W THE COSTUMES I HAVENT FORGOTTEN. these are taking a lot longer than anticipated, partly bc I want to draw Noritoshi in these costumes for a bit.. but im still going strong
I love grim reapers!!! I completely forgot abt their existence until you requested this! I felt like it was too plain with just a robe, so I modified the outfit a bit. and yes, that's body paint. and yes, that's supposed to be a harness. that scythe is probably fake...... it just looks real...... probably plastic....... i doubt ppl would feel safe if Noritoshi was seen w a huge sharp weapon considering he looks like he has his eyes closed 24/7
[Doodles under the cut!]
shout out to Miwa and Todo, my other two favorites from Kyoto! I like them all!
bro tbh, if noritoshi were a grim reaper, there'd be so many lost souls out there. me included. YOUR ASS SEES THIS DUDE WHEN YOU DIE, ITS LIKE WAKING UP TO AN ANGEL TF.. guiding you to the afterlife, my ass. why would you wanna leave this fine as hell man?
OH, THE OTHER KYOTO KIDS ARE TEASIN HIM (except miwa) WHEN HE FLOUNDERS AROUND TO GET IN CHARACTER IT'S SO CUTE. F UCK
DOES THE LAST ONE COUNT AS SUGGESTIVE???? DONT LOOK AT IT TOO LONG. YOU JUST SMOOCHED HIM THATS ALL.
heh. Noritoshi's hands aren't as smudged as his face bc he didn't want to ruin the bodypaint himself, but you really think he's strong enough to decline a kissy??? fucking wrong. his ass probably thinks his face is only slightly smudged up.
👏 congrats
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BNHA Fanfic idea that won't leave me alone:
All for one is Midoriya Hizashi, but...
Nobody knows. Like, literally, nobody knows. Inko never figured out his identity, and with him getting busier after Izuku's fifth birthday it looks like he left bc he's quirkless, so she never much cared for trying to find him and neither did Izuku. All pictures of him are banished into a box in her closet and haven't seen the light of day since Izuku was six or so, when they had a fight over the telephone over him wanting to fix Izuku.
AFO himself suffered obviously a lot of head trauma when fighting All Might, and this gave him partial amnesia. He has no or only very few memories of the decade or so prior to the battle, so he has none regarding his family that he meticulously kept from everyone else's awareness, including the Doctor's. He does see the monthly payment to Inko but assumes it's from a bribe or keeping a corrupt official in his pocket. Given that he can't recall whom it's to and immortality made him extremely wealthy, he doesn't cut it off, nor tries to follow it and make the memory loss obvious.
The only one who does know?
The ghost of Yoichi, who suddenly had another person he could haunt and went to see what's going on. Maybe throw in Nana too, if you want Inko to secretly be a Shimura.
Cue Yoichi fretting over his baby nephew the very moment Izuku gets OFA, up to and including giving him in-depth instructions on how to use the quirk and helping him manage it without harm to him while the other vestiges (minus Nana) are busy laughing their asses off.
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Imagine Herbert and Crawford are estranged brothers. Their parents separated Parent Trap style and the boys didn’t know each other existed until the day they crossed paths at Miskatonic University.
Herbert reluctantly, and with no small amount of bitter resentment, lets an eager, shyly grinning Crawford into his life.
The impeccably dressed Herbert doesn’t hide his disdain for Crawford’s lumpy, pilled, shapeless sweater and threadbare corduroy pants. Herbert mentions off hand, to his never-ending regret, that Crawford should put more effort into his appearance.
Now Herbert wrings his hands as Crawford, his brilliant but broke physicist brother, comes by to borrow yet another shirt he’ll never give back.
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“Joel?”
“Upstairs.”
He started to take up wood carving. He spent a week earnestly making this spare room into something he could use for the hobby. It had enough wall space to hang the guitars he made, and he built some shelves for the wooden animals that didn’t make their way to other random shelves around their downstairs. The closet has enough room for any extra supplies, and the windows offered the perfect amount of natural light for his work.
Ellie entered the room, Joel’s back to her as he softly hummed while working on a new little project. “Hi,” she greeted, coming up behind his chair and peering over his shoulder.
“Hey, baby girl,” he smiled, resting his arms on the table and turning to her. “Goin’ out?”
“Yeah, Dina and Jesse want to meet at the Tipsy Bison for some food.”
Joel nodded, a hesitant smile. He trusted those two, but his heart always dropped to his stomach when he couldn’t see Ellie. Nothing would happen to her as she was just walking three minutes away to the establishment, but he still worried. “Good. Good, I’m glad you’re hanging out with them.” He was. She was making friends. She was bonding with other people. She was laughing again. It was good.
“Joel, I’ll be fine,” she reassured, trying to calm his obvious nerves that always surfaced when she left the house. He breathed in, preparing a response, but she spoke again, kneeling beside his chair to be more level with him. “What’re you working on?”
He smiled proudly. Whether she was genuinely interested or not, he loved these moments with her. Getting to talk about wood carving was nice, too. He lifted the creature up, twisting it back and forth. “A lion. Mane is being a pain in the ass though. Can’t quite get it right.”
“You made a fucking detailed elephant, I think you can manage a lion’s mane.”
“Maybe so, kiddo.” He lifted the knife again to start picking at the mane again.
A minute of silence passed as she watched him tentatively carve away at the lion’s mane. He had everything else down, down to the detail of its paws. She sighed. You should stay. “I should go, they’re probably waiting for me,” she said, using the arm of his chair to push herself up.
“Hey-“ he called, his hand finding hers on the arm of his chair. He dropped the knife, turning towards her. Ellie rolled her eyes and squatted back down beside him.
He grabbed the opposite side of her head, bringing her head close and kissing the hair above her ear. A second one, always. “Be safe,” he whispered into her hair.
If there were around anyone, she’d be way too embarrassed over this. But in the comfort of their home? She relished in it.
“Always,” she promised. She squeezed his hand once, letting go as she pushed herself up completely and headed for the door.
Every damn door in the house creaked, and this one was no exception. She pulled the handle towards herself as she backed out of the room, eyes still on Joel.
“Love you, kiddo,” he called, the creaking of the door abruptly stopping as Ellie paused.
I love you so much. She rested her head against the door briefly, smiling to herself. She sighed again, contentment lingering on her breath. “Love you, too.”
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