#and laws keep getting passed that are literally getting us killed and y’all are making up that blk women are mad about kanekalon fuck y’all
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Reading isn’t enough I need to start beating white ppls asses
#they’re literally everywhere and so annoying all the time I’m so sick#and it’s the quiet racism that’s killing me#ignoring dogwhistles pretending u don’t understand things that blk ppl are finding issue with gaslighting gaslighting gaslighting#and I get why ppl turn to the concept of religion and the idea that these people are gonna get what they deserve but what about now#what about the people they’re hurting and indoctrinating now#what about all the white folk who sit back and let it happen and feel comfortable in the fact that at least they’re not saying slurs#and laws keep getting passed that are literally getting us killed and y’all are making up that blk women are mad about kanekalon fuck y’all#And the LEAST you could do is sit and listen and learn but you need to share ur damn opinion on everything u hear and see#even when u know u don’t know shit#and don’t get me started on fandom it’s supposed to be fun here but y’all are so hyper focused on white characters that u genuinely don’t#see ur own racism#and some of you will see posts about it and scroll on and be guilty or think ur excluded#none of u are excluded this about all of u who make one post or reblog a few about fandom racism and go back to taking character traits from#nonwhite characters to make ur white faves look cooler#this is about everyone who thinks they’re some sort of feminist bc they think propping a female character on such a high pedestal nobody can#touch her isn’t falling into racist tropes at all#like sometimes I genuinely hate y’all so much it makes me sick#so tempted to tag every fandom tag I can find here#but y’all will either ignore it or gaslight blk ppl AGAIN like ALWAYS bc that’s what y’all do#dc#dc comics#tim Drake#bc anyone scrolling through this tag needs to see it I promise#Duke Thomas#Cass Caín#bc y’all pretend ur not racist towards her when y’all treat her like a walking dragon lady kys 💀#Damian Wayne#so sorry to Damian stans faced with ppl who can’t read 💔#and thats It.only main nonwhite ppl in batfam.and u still manage to be this racist.except Dick but u only sexualize him Abt it 💀#see how I turned to fandom to cope with the real shit and it still fucking sucks 💀 I hope some of y’all die genuinely
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asking heroes, who are bnha world’s version of law enforcement, to not treat villains as only criminals who deserve to be thrown away or locked up forever, killed or trampled down, but to have empathy, look beyond the villain exterior, and realize they were victims once too and understand why they’re fighting so hard against a society they perceive as against them, is in fact not asking the heroes to excuse everything they’ve done or justify it or say “murder is okay”, but to look at the root causes of crime and actually be a hero who wants to alleviate those causes while keeping villains from hurting more innocent people. you can in fact still make people own up to the consequences of their actions without treating them as inhuman and offering chances to attempt to atone/redeem themselves/get mental and physical healthcare they need. criminals still have human rights. this is not about whether every individual in the LoV “deserves” that treatment or will necessarily be able to get it (or should, narrative wise) but about how heroes treat the criminals of their world. at the very least, it’s evident that hero society has a problem, because lashing out against it has been a running theme in the series and even something criticized by actual Pros, even just in passing. it needs reform at the least and total overhaul most. Heroes are so worshipped that people like Endeavor are able to get away with their crimes (whether you like his redemption arc or not) and making law enforcement a popularity contest is a spectacularly bad idea (we’ve seen heroes be more concerned with their ranking than what their primary motivation is- saving and protecting people.)
it’s basic empathy and how law enforcement needs to still recognize the humanity of criminals. if you do not treat the criminals of your society as people too, it’s a slippery slope into f*scism because that society then gets to mistreat anyone they deem a criminal, and virtually no one is safe. “we save innocents, not criminals” becomes “we save those who deserve it, not those undeserving” and then who decides who is deserving and who isn’t?
I’m not saying how people feel about characters in a manga reflects their real-life views, but some o’y’all really need to realize it’s not about justifying specific villains’ actions. its not about saying “they were hurt in the past, so whatever way they lash out is justified.” it’s about treating every person, no matter what they’ve done, with humanity, because how we treat the worst of our society reflects on all of us and as soon as we treat criminals as less than human it’s basically veering dangerously close to saying police brutality can be justified. bnha itself says multiple times heroes should never cross the like and kill, that it’s not what a hero does, and yet we see heroes dehumanize their opponents and not consider why exactly those opponents are fighting in the first place.
I’m not trying to get too deep about a shonen manga or call it a direct comparison (especially since I doubt bnha will really delve into the problems of its hero society the way it should) but how people view fiction can be a reflection of real life views, or ones they weren’t aware of they had. and I see a lot of ways people talk about the villains that are eerily close to how people talk about actual, real people in our society (from an American perspective, to be clear, since I read a lot from American fans and this experience is not universal but bnha has a giant fan base in the US) who reside in jails and prisons. it’s nearly a statistical fact at this point that just throwing people away in prison is not a system that works but makes things worse. poverty, lack of basic needs, and a variety of other things affect crime levels, and again, we can’t just look at every criminal and say “welp, they’re crazy.” rehabilitation initiatives are not just a fantasy for ‘only the people we think deserve it,’ they are things that actually work more effectively in real life! looking at how’s and why’s of people’s actions and actually doing something to help keeps more crime from being committed in the future. not to get all socialist on y’all but the actual act of fighting criminals / villains is a bandaid solution. a society must look at the causes of its crime. The heroes must look at how they are contributing to it. We are presented at first with an example of a criminal attacking two innocent children- first Midoriya, then Bakugou- so some kind of oversight is needed in a society where over 80% of people have superpowers, but real life rationality can still apply to the narrative. also ima just say it some of y’all really need to get some acab juice once in a while because every hero does contribute to this system and is subject to criticism and scrutiny and heroes being able to get off scot free for crimes is just as much a problem as the villains.
this is also not to say there are no villains in bnha who hold so much malicious intent towards the world they must be dealt with harshly. AfO is a prime example. at every point he’s shown he is only trying to hurt innocent people, manipulate them (Shigaraki), and use vast amounts of power for his own gains. not all criminals will be able to achieve redemption. some people in the world are too malicious. this post is, again, about how heroes fundamentally view villains - about how they cannot look at every villain the same. it’s not about whether all the villains deserve or will get redemption arcs. it’s about how heroes treat them. because if a hero decides to become a hero, they decide to take on every standard that comes with it. it’s about the rights villains still deserve - to care for their health, an environment that will not make them worse, safety from cruel methods such as solitary confinement that will inflict mental trauma.
and if you’re going to hop on here and callously say criminals don’t deserve human rights or defend our fucked up prison system then get the fuck out and go drink some acab juice because I will not take anything you say seriously fuckin class traitor lmao
also, I swear to fuck. Literally no one is saying mental illness is an excuse to murder. No one is justifying murder. Any mention of this I see in the bnha tag is “are people actually trying to say those things? 🥺 this why villains bad” no you walnut we are not saying those things, and at the very least the occasional outlier that does doesn’t speak for anyone who likes or finds a villain interesting. I’ve been skulking around the spoiler tags for days and I’ve seen way more people claiming ‘villain stans’ are excusing murder rather than actual ‘villain stans’ excusing murder. Jesus.
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𝖆𝖓𝖔𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝖘𝖊𝖑𝖊𝖈𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓..? [𝖕𝖆𝖗𝖙 3]
fandom: ATEEZ
characters: prince! park seonghwa
reader: fem! knight
word count: 2.8k+
summary: It was time for another Selection. No- not a Selection for a bride but rather a well-trained knight to keep Prince Seonghwa safe after a failed assassination attempt. You, a blacksmith’s daughter, manage to make it to the elite group of knights worthy and skilled enough to protect the crown prince after months and months of training. This alone catches Seonghwa’s eyes- in more ways than one
a/n: ahhhhh- i’m back after a while! how are all of you? i hope y’all are surviving through these inception stages. this chapter is once again unedited so if there are any errors or anything, i’m sorry ;^; please remember to drink water and rest well! <3
taglist: @iwanttohitmyself
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Your little family was silent on the way back to the smithy. Siyeon had parted ways from you as you all headed back, presumably to her family to talk about what was to happen.
You felt your stomach churn with nervousness as your heart crept up your throat. You wanted to throw up with all the anxiousness you were feeling; it didn’t help that the frown never left your father’s face. You already knew what he was going to say when you arrived home.
You fit the criteria given to become a delegate to train at the palace to hopefully become the prince’s protector. But even if that was so, you knew your father would move mountains to keep you from going and nothing was going to stop him.
You bit your lip as the smithy neared. You kind of regret telling your father that you’d never leave him. That resolution had obviously changed when you learned of the reward that was to be given when you become the prince’s protector. God, sometimes you wished you knew what to say and when to say it.
“No.” Your father says all of a sudden almost as if he read your mind.
“But papa, you heard what the man said..!” You argue without missing a beat and throw your arm out to the side. “If I get to become the prince’s protector you can finally rest and we wouldn’t have to worry about where we’ll get the money for your medicines.”
“That’s an ‘if,’” He argued in return and sat on his work stool. He looks up at you with a stern look on his eyes, hands on top of his cane. “It’s too dangerous..! You could get hurt in training. Or worse: what if the assassin comes back and decides to kill the trainees hm?”
“Papa that's ridiculous-”
“No, ____. I will not allow you to go.”
“The king required all able-bodied folks of my age to go. It’s literally law, papa.”
“What about what you said earlier? Didn’t you say that you’d never leave this place?”
You sigh in exasperation and run a hand through your sweaty hair. “First of all, that was Christopher who said it-”
“Oi, don’t drag me into this,” Chris argues but the both of you ignore him.
“You agreed to it-”
“Second of all- that was for the selection of a princess. This is a selection for a knight. Come on papa, please.” You begged and went up to your father. You got down on your knees and held onto his hand, gripping it with desperation in your eyes. “I promised you I’d give you a good life when I’m older. This is it. This is a chance for me to give you a good life. If you’d just let me-”
“Let you what? Risk your life for some boy with a silver spoon in his mouth?” Your father countered and stood up. You scramble back onto your feet at the sudden outburst; even Christopher seemed surprised by this. “Anything could happen during training. Anything. Becoming a knight isn’t the same as blacksmithing.”
“But papa-”
“____, enough. This will be the end of the discussion. I don’t want to hear any of this nonsense anymore. I’ll think of something to keep you from going.”
“But papa-”
“I SAID ENOUGH.” Your father said, voice booming and echoing off the walls of the smithy.
You flinched at the loudness of his voice. Your father rarely raised his voice like this but when he did, you knew that you’ve crossed the line. It always scared you to see him this furious. Even your brother, who remained silent throughout the whole ordeal, kept his head down at his hands, lip caught between his teeth.
You swallowed back your pride and turned away from your father. You felt your eyes sting with the threat of tears as you trudged back to your workplace, grabbing a hammer in the process. Don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t cry- you tell yourself as you get back to work, allowing the sound of metal clanging against metal to drown out the thoughts in your head.
Your father on the other hand sighed as he slumped back against his workbench and turned back to the sheathe he was working on earlier. He spared another glance at your hunched figure, back towards him. He didn’t need to see your face to know that you were crying- he could tell by the way your strikes against the weapon you were working on turned sloppy. He sighed deeply through his nose and returned to his work- deep in thought.
Your father knew how much you wanted him to retire and rest while you and your brother worked at the smithy. He understood your intentions but after he lost your mother, he couldn’t bear to lose you too. Maybe it was just his paternal instincts going into overdrive but with something like this- he couldn’t just let you go.
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As the sun starts to set, the voices out on the dirt roads lessen as the townsfolk close up shop and return to their homes. The solemn voices of the quarry-workers’ floated down the mountain as they trekked back to the village to rest their sore feet and arms. You hear their voices as you were greeting the last customers' goodbye. Realization suddenly dawns upon you.
The quarry-workers of your age are big competitors to you.
They worked from sunrise to sunset, hammering, and digging away at the quarry to harvest valuable stone such as limestone and marble. From the amount of work they did it was no doubt, they’d develop strong muscles and legs- perfect to carry them through whatever training that they were to go through at the palace. For a moment, you were disheartened. There was no way you’d be able to top that. But then you remember that you work just as hard as them- slaving away all day to craft the perfect weapon or the perfect scabbard to fit your customers’ liking. Besides, your mother would never approve of you putting down your hard work.
They may be physically stronger but there are some things they don’t have that you do. She’d tell you. And the greatest thing about that is that your mother was usually right.
But then these thoughts were practically useless. You didn’t have to worry about this too much; your father wouldn’t even allow you to go.
“Oi, ____,” Your brother calls out to you, making you snap away from your thoughts. He shakes his head at you. “I’ve been calling your name about five times. What’s wrong?”
You wave off his concern. “Nothing just- just thinking.”
For a moment Christopher’s eyes flashed with concern. He blinks it away and gestures to the exit of the smithy. “Anyways, we’re heading home. Are you okay with closing up on your own?”
“Yeah, don’t worry. It’s not too much of a problem for me.” You try to give him a reassuring smile but your brother saw right through.
He puts his hand on your shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze. “Look, I know what you’re thinking... Papa he… he just wants to protect you. You remind him so much of mama it’s just hard for him to let you go.”
“But I’m an adult now Christopher.” You argue but make no move to shrug off his hand. It was what kept you grounded right now. “He has to understand that I’m not that little girl anymore…”
“I know but-” He struggles to find more words to say but sighs, shoulders sagging in defeat when none come to mind. “If I weren’t only a year older than cut-off age for the Selection you know I’d go and do this for both of you in a heartbeat..” He sighs.
A rather sad silence settles over the two of you. It seemed like fate was against them.
“...hey, chin up. Maybe he’d change his mind. It seems far off but it’s not impossible.” Christopher says after a moment and uses his other hand to tap your chin.
A quiet chuckle falls past your lips. You sigh and give a tap to his arm before pulling away. “You better make dinner this time when you get home.”
Christopher laughs and moves to help your father back home, saying something along the lines of “yeah, yeah I will.”
As the two men pass by, you turn away to avoid meeting your father’s gaze. You’ve calmed down from your argument earlier but you were afraid that you may something stupid that could further ruin your chance of ever going to the Selection. You pretend to busy yourself with fixing up your workbench, making your father sigh sadly.
Once the two were out of the smithy, you let out a deep sigh of your own. You tuck away the stray hair that fell to your face as you looked around the place and contemplated the situation at hand. Maybe Christopher was right. Maybe your father could change his mind later, maybe with a little more convincing, he’d let you go.
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Dinner went by quietly that night. The air was still thick from the unresolved argument from earlier now that you and your father were sat across each other on the table and your poor brother was caught between it. You appreciated Christopher’s efforts in producing a laugh from one of you or making conversation about other topics rather than what happened that day but those didn’t last very long.
You poked at the hard, dry meat on your plate as you contemplated about trying to give one last go in convincing your father to allow you to join the Selection. Your tongue darts out to wet your lips as you open your mouth to speak. “So papa… have you thought about any excuse to keep me from going..?” You start. There was silence on his end. “Because if not, I could still go.”
“____…”
“Plus it wouldn’t be fair to the others right..? Isn’t that unjust to the other townsfolk that their children have to go while I stay here?”
Your father doesn’t say anything again which prompts you to look over at your brother. He just stared at you, giving you a look that read “what am I supposed to do?” You frown at him, kicking his foot under the table.
Come on Chris, back me up here.
“Y’know papa, ____ has a point there.” He says. “I don’t think a lot of people would be pleased to learn that you kept here while their kids go off to the Selection.”
“See? Like.. like Magda. What would she say if half of her sons went out to join the Selection but learned that I’m still here?”
Your father sighed for what seemed like the hundredth time that day and threw his fork onto the plate in front of him. He was tired of having this conversation. It was plaguing his thoughts and weighed down on his shoulders. Hell, it almost felt too real with the way his neck and head were aching right now.
The tension grows thicker when no one speaks up. Only the faint sounds of the firewood crackling and popping were heard. It was suffocating.
You took your father’s silence as a no and allowed your resolve to finally crumble. At least you tried.
“...I’m done with dinner.” You say quietly and stand to collect your empty plate to wash for later. You place the dinnerware in the wash bin and head quickly head over to your room to prepare for bed.
“Anything else you’d like to add?” Your father says, resting his chin on his palm as he looked over to your brother.
Christopher straightened up and took a breath to answer. “I think she should go, papa. I doubt any life-threatening harm would come to her. Besides, it’s not like they’ll keep her there forever. If the others outdo her she can come home.” He reached out to hold the older man’s hand and squeezed it. “____ is not a little girl anymore, papa. She just wants the best for you.”
The man, deep down, knew his son was right. He couldn’t keep you under his wing forever. It was just like that old saying- one day the fledgling is going to leave the nest. Suppose it made sense, you wouldn’t really learn much of real-life if he continued to coddle you the way he did.
His weary gaze flickered over to the fire, letting the flames calm him down. He closed his eyes and prayed to whatever god that was out there that he didn’t make the wrong decision; he just hoped he wouldn’t regret it later on.
“I’m done with my dinner. Go clean up, I’ll talk to your sister.” He says and stands with a grunt, cane clicking against the wooden floor as he limped his way over to your room.
Christopher smiled softly when your father left the room. “You better kill it out there, ____.” He whispers under his breath and cleans the table.
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You were sat on your bed, dressed down to your sleeping gown, hair let down from the updo you had put it in earlier. You wince as the course brush you had ran into the tangles of your hair, cursing under your breath as you tried your best to brush it out. You sigh as you set the brush down onto your bedside table. You were still pretty much bummed out from earlier- who wouldn’t be? You’ve tried so many times to convince your father that day but were continually shot down.
A knock on your door pulled you away from your thoughts. You knew it wasn’t Chris since it was his room as well so he wouldn’t need to knock. You stood up and padded over to the door to open it, revealing your father behind it.
“____,” He says quietly and peered inside. “May I come in?”
You say nothing but step aside to let him in. You closed the door behind you and helped him over to your bed. “Is there something you want to tell me, papa?” You asked quietly and sat beside him.
He looked over to you, the faint light from your candle illuminating the room just enough so that he could look over you clearly. He says nothing at first and cups your cheek, thumb running over your cheek. The metal of his wedding ring around his finger was cool against your skin.
“I just wanted to talk to you about what happened earlier,” He finally says. You open your mouth to apologize for your actions but he hushed you gently. “You’re right, ____. It wouldn’t be fair to everyone else in this town if I keep you here… It wouldn’t be fair to you either.”
Your brows furrow together in confusion. Your father only chuckled at your reaction, his hand falling from your cheek over to yours.
“I can’t keep you here forever, my flower,” He continues, looking over to your hand in his. The memory of your much smaller, delicate hands in his feels more like a distant memory now that he realizes how much you’ve grown. “I realize that now…”
“Papa, are you-”
“I’m telling you you can go join the others for the Selection.” He concludes, eyes glassy when he looks back up at you. “Do your best, my flower.” He says with a sad but proud smile.
Your shoulders sag with relief at this, joy filling your chest at the sudden yet pleasant turn of events. You let out a giggle of excitement and moved to hug your father, pulling him close to you. He buried his head into your hair, holding you tight as if you could disappear any moment.
The feeling of something wet against your shoulder makes you pull away and you see your father crying. Your heart breaks at this and in turn, you could feel your tears welling up. “Oh papa, please don’t cry.” You tell him, a wobbly smile on your lips. You move your hands to wipe away his tears. “You’re making me cry.”
He laughs at this and shakes his head. “I’m sorry, ____. I can’t help it; you’re growing up too fast for me.”
“I know I said I’m not a little girl anymore but, you know I’ll always be in your heart.” You say in an effort to try and get him to cheer up. And somehow it worked because he snorted in amusement at that.
Your father leaned up to kiss your forehead, both hands cupping your cheeks this time. He takes in how you look because he knows that this tender moment will end soon- and this will be the last time he’d see your face in a while. “No matter what happens, just remember that I’m always proud of you, my flower.”
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January 12, 2021: Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon (2000) (Part 1)
Hey, uh...
I can’t remember if I’ve seen this movie or not.
OK, HEAR ME OUT HERE. I was 9 years old when this movie came out in the USA, and I vividly remember the buzz around this movie when it came out in theaters. Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, for those of you who don’t know, is the movie that really introduced wuxia to the United States in the modern century. Directed by Ang Lee - y’know, this guy...
...buuuuuuuuuut, also this guy...
AND YET, still this guy...
- this movie has won a HELL of a lot of awards, and was the critical darling of 2000. And again, I know some of you Tumblrites (goddamn Zoomers DO YOU EVEN REMEMBER NICKELODEON ORANGE AS A COLOR??? Kidding, by the way, y’all are cool) may not be old enough to remember that time, but lemme tell you: this movie was a Mandarin-language movie nominated for Best Picture. Not just Best Foreign Language Film (which it WON), but BEST. PICTURE. Trust me. It was a big deal at the time.
The film actually did win Best Original Score, Best Art Direction, and Best Cinematography. And as I watch this, I’m going to be remembering both the time period it came out in, and the film that actually won Best Picture that year. What won Best Picture that year, you ask? Well...
Yeah. But is CTHD better or worse than Gladiator? Well, that’s what I’m gonna try to figure out, as well as whether or not 9-year-old me saw this movie already. I don’t think so, so that’s why I’m watching it now.
So LET’S GO BACK TO THE YEAR 2000, PEOPLE! We just got over that whole Y2K thing (only for the ILOVEYOU virus to pop up), the election was TOTALLY NORMAL (that’s a joke, it...it was not), AOL was the most successful internet company ever (HA! Classic. And Ask Jeeves is gonna last forever, I’m sure), and the below movie would win Best Makeup at the Oscars.
Yeah. Yeah, that’s an Academy Award-winning movie. How the hell does THAT make you feel? Makes me feel conflicted, I tell you what. ANYWAY MOVIE TIME SPOILERS AHEAD!!!
Recap
Li Mu Bai (Chow Yun Fat, the man himself), a member of the Wudang sect of swordsmen, is retiring. He goes to his old friend (and maybe more), and leader of a private security group, Yu Shu Lien (Michelle Yeoh), who asks her to deliver his personal sword, Green Destiny. Shu Lien goes to Beijing to deliver the sword to an ally of theirs, Sir Te (Sihung Lung), while Mu Bai goes to the grave of his master, who was killed by an assassin named Jade Fox.
In Beijing, Sir Te and Shu Lien talk about the whole “more than friends” thing between her and Mu Bai, and they go to store the sword in a study. There, Sir Te’s granddaughter, Jen (Zhang Ziyi), speaks to Shu Lien about the sword, and about the nature of swordsmanship. This serves an introduction into the world of wuxia swordmanship...and I am GODDAMN HOOKED IN
So is Jen, it would seem, as she speaks with admiration about the freedom that comes with the Way of the Sword (which is distinctly different from the Way of Sarah (Blessed Be Her Fall)). See, Jen’s about to get married, in that arranged way, and she’s not a fan of the whole marriage thing. I get the feeling that she’s planning on doing something about that.
But no time for existential crises now! Someone’s trying to steal Green Destiny! A ninja sneaks in and succeeds in stealing it, but Shu Lien attempts to stop them. However, the thief is trained in Wudan, much to Shu Lien’s surprise. A rooftop chase occurs, giving us the first display of the rampant wire work and loose physics characteristic of this genre, and GODDAMN IT FUCK YE-NO
Keep it together, man, you gotta treat this film critically and seriously, not like an excited little kid watch some kickass martial arts shit. Even though this fight scene is AWESOME, holy shit...
The thief succeeds, but only because a second assailant appears with a dart, distracting Shu Lien. In the morning, the night guard says it was someone from Governor Yu’s household. In the street, the attacker is believed to be the mysterious Jade Fox, who would covet the sword of the man she killed so long ago. Ugh, this movie already rules so hard. Anyway, Shu Lien comes to see Jen again, who’s currently writing calligraphy.
Shu Lien comments that calligraphy writing is similar to swordsmanship. Jen quickly notes that she wouldn’t know. She expounds again on her regrets on marriage, and Shu Lien explains that she was engaged to a fellow swordsman who died. And although Shu Lien and Li Mu Bai love each other, they both feel bound to their fallen friend, and do not act on their feelings. Oh my God, I’m digging this fated romance shit SO HARD
NO. Professionalism. Breathe...focus on the year 2000...Napster...Survivor and Fear Factor...Harry Potter...Pokemon the Movie 2000...Pokemon the Movie 2000: The Power of One...
...Whew. OK. Back to CTHD.
Jen rests in her home, while two people spy on the...Yus. Wait, Jen’s name is...Yu Jen. Um...it’s her. The ninja is Jen. You couldn’t see it in the GIFS, but the ninja could easily be a woman, no question. It’s totally Jen, acting on her desire to be a true swordsperson. I mean, look at her stare at that sword earlier in the movie. Calling it now, it’s her. But...who threw the dart from the rooftop?
Looks like it’s Jade Fox, as a man from earlier explains. See, he’s a police chief from another area, looking for Jade Fox. He believes that she’s somehow infiltrated the Yu household, possibly arriving with them to Beijing. Jade Fox killed the policeman’s wife, making this personal. Together, the policeman Tsai (Wang Deming) and the Night Guard Bo (Gao Xi’an) team up to find her.
They aren’t the only ones, as Li Mu Bai just arrived to Beijing to talk with Shu Lien, and finds out that Jade Fox ha returned. Remember, Jade Fox killed his master, so he has some stakes in this. Meanwhile that night, Tsai and Bo (Team Law) meet Jade Fox, AKA...Jen’s governess! NICE.
Jade Fox (Cheng Pei-pei) fights the...wait...wait WHAT DID I JUST TYPE???
CHENG PEI-PEI FROM COME DRINK WITH ME IS THE VILLAIN OF THIS MOVIE???
And now Chow Yun Fat is fighting one of the first wuxia film stars? OH MY GOD
Chow Yun Fat’s about to kill her to avenge his master, and then the mysterious ninja (AKA probably Yu Jen) saves her from him. The two of them fight, and Jade Fox kills Tsai just before they escape using a streamer HOOOOOOOO IT’S REAL HARD STAYING PROFESSIONAL RIGHT NOW
The next morning, though, Yu Jen learns more about Jade’s crimes, and expresses guilt about taking Green Destiny. Additionally, Shu Lien claims to know who the culprit is, and threatens them with punishment unless the sword is returned. Essentially confirming my suspicions, the ninja returns that night to put the sword back, and Mu Bai is waiting there for her.
Yet another physics-defying rooftop chase occurs, although this one is less frought. They actually refer to the gliding technique as “flying,” and as a technique of Wudan. Interesting, engaging, cinematical, movielian, I love it. I need more of it, MORE PLEASE.
Looks like I might get what I want. Mu Bai offers to be Jen’s teacher, as he sees great potential in her. But she shuns the ways of Wudan, allows Mu Bai to take back Green Destiny, and returns to Jade Fox. Jade Fox is trained as a Giang Hu fighter, a more brutal lifestyle.
And yet, Jen isn’t really into that either. Turns out that she’s been studying the Wudan manual on her own, and has EFFORTLESSLY surpassed her illiterate former master. With nothing left to teach her, Jade Fox leaves with a veiled threat.
The next night, a man visits Jen, and they embrace passionately. He’s a bandit from the Gobi Desert named Lo, AKA Dark Cloud (Chang Chen), and the two met when his gang ambushed her caravan travelling through the desert. He stle her comb, and this girl just GETS ON A HORSE, GRABS A BOW AND ARROW, and HUNTS HIM DOWN LIKE A DOG FOR THAT COMB. She faces down the gang of bandits, and Dark Cloud leads her away, gives her water, and she KICKS HIS ASS!! But she asses out from exhaustion, and he takes her back to his Cave of Wonders.
He cares for her, and as soon as she regains her strength, she just knocks him out. Cold-blooded, goddamn. But she gets lost in the desert, and passes out again. Lo brings her BACK to the Cave of Wonders, and cares for her AGAIN. My dude is a PRINCE. I mean, he’s a thief and probably a murderer, and definitely a bad person, BUT NEVER MIND THAT FOR NOW.
As you probably guessed, Stockholm/Lima Syndromes set in, and the two fall in love...like you do?
But Jen’s nobleman father is looing for her, making trouble for Lo and his people. He vows to go legit and make himself worthy for her love in her father’s eyes. He tells a story of a boy who leapt off a mountain to save his parents. A literal leap of faith. In their last night together, she gives him the comb that brought them together, saying to give it back when they’re together again.
But now...Jen’s fated to marry, and it can’t be avoided. Lo gives the comb back to her, as she tells him to leave. And I...I need a break. If I don’t take a five minute break, Imma explode from how much I love this goddamn movie.
PART 2 COMING IN A FEW!!!
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More Than Meets the Eye #9- Cops is Filmed on Location With the Mechs of Law Enforcement
It’s time for some gotdang origin stories, y’all.
Back before the war, when Functionist ideology was really just rocking the scene hardcore, Nightbeat stood outside of Maccadam’s New Oil House and had a chat with Quark.
No, not that Quark, the other one.
Quark’s reading an article at Nightbeat’s request about an attack on something called a relinquishment clinic, by a member of the Decepticons. Quark’s not a huge fan of the Decepticons, because he’s got a good thing going on Functionist Cybertron as a rare proton microscope, and even if things aren’t perfect, they’re pretty okay for him personally. At least he’s aware of his privilege.
Don’t be so quick to judge, Quark. Some Decepticons are into microscopes.
He’s pretty convinced that if the Decepticons get their way, they’re going to murder anyone who’s never handled a shovel. This is the same sort of misconception a lot of people have about the phrase “eat the rich”- it’s more about those who benefit from the social structure by way of oppressing others as opposed to those who flourish within it by their own work ethic and talents.
Granted, we as the reader know that shit is absolutely going to go sideways for everyone once the war kicks off, but Quark as it currently stands shouldn’t be nearly as worried as he is. He thinks Rung of all people is a threat, so you can tell he’s really feeling the paranoia of the times.
Hi Rung! Hope you’re enjoying your you-time. It’s important to have that, good for mental health.
The conspiracy convo gets cut short as Quark’s drink gets dripped in.
I mean, it’s all the same stuff, right? He could probably still drink it. Waste not, want not.
In the present day, we set up our framing device, with all of our friends welcoming Ratchet into the fray, as he shows off the fact that he finally color-matched his hands to the rest of his body.
Here’s a little joke for you: a spiritualist, two doctors, an archivist, a sentient marshmallow, a victim of ritualistic mutilation, and the hottest guy on the ship watch a third doctor walk into a bar.
Gentlemen, please, I haven’t even gotten to the punchline yet.
Anyway, Rewind’s set up this little hang sesh for medicinal purposes, after consulting Chromedome on the nature of the brain.
Rung’s looking a lot better than the last time we saw him, in that he’s got a head again, but he’s not really… functional right now. Hence this little meet up- everyone here has had their paths cross many times in the past, whether they realized it or not.
Except Tailgate, who took a six million year dirt-nap. He’s just here for shits and giggles.
And Swerve, but it’s his bar, and he’s lonely, so of course he’s going to stick around for this.
Anyway, those assembled will be taking turns in telling the story they all played a part in, in an attempt to kick-start Rung’s brain back into letting him do literally anything. Thanks to his obscenely large collection of historical documents and footage, Rewind more or less knows the structure the story will take- as shown by his conspiracy bulletin board that maps out everything that will be covered in the Shadowplay arc. The central pin in all this? Well, it’s Transformers, and it’s been a hot minute since we’ve seen the face of the franchise, so you tell me who it’s going to be.
Rewind sets the scene, giving everyone the skinny on the setting we’ll be in for the next little bit.
Way to see the silver lining, Swerve.
Chromedome starts the story off, because he’s a main character in all this, and also if you think Rewind would pass up the chance to listen to this capital-T-shaped dweeb talk, you’re deluding yourself.
In the past Chromedome worked mechaforensics- y’know, forensics for mecha- under a different name, which we will not be learning at this current time because it’ll muddle the already-convoluted narrative we’re about to get going here. Chromedome had the displeasure of working alongside then-desk jockey, Prowl.
Awful geared up for a desk jockey, ain’t he?
Yep. Chromedome used to be a cop, he partnered up with Prowl, he looked even more like a koala than he does now, and he was on the case of the assassinated Senator Sherma. What they don’t tell you is that if Sherma had turned out to have survived the ordeal of being strung up from a bridge upside-down, he would have been charged with food and health code violations for that little stunt he pulled on Quark’s drink.
Skids breaks the narrative flow to get the low-down on Prowl’s whole deal, because he doesn’t know who that is. Swerve breaks it down real quick, while Rewind provides visual aid.
A for effort.
The boys get a little distracted discussing Prowl’s anger management practices, until Drift asks that they move on, because Rodimus is sending him insulting messages on his tiny and paper thin comm because he can’t handle being ignored by his #1 fan. It’s just as well though, because it’s Drift’s turn to spin the yarn.
So, once upon a time, Drift wasn’t doing so hot. It wasn’t the whole “I’m a murderous Decepticon” thing- that was later on- but rather a horrific drug addiction, sense of self-loathing and being homeless. On the day of Sherma’s assassination, Drift was so out of his gourd on circuit speeders, he didn’t even register the fact that he was approached by a pair of robots and promptly beaten by the two of them for money.
Things looks bad for poor Drift, but not to worry, because the main reason for this arc existing just showed up.
There he is, in all his pin-up art glory.
Orion Pax, the mech who would become Optimus Prime, proceeds to arrest Sonic and Boom- yeah, it’s the two guys from Delphi, we aren’t wasting the brain power on creating two new characters for this one scene, that’s crazy talk- and then calls for a bus to keep Drift from biting it due to drug overdose.
Listen to the professionals, folks. They know more than you about the shit that can kill you. It’s why they get paid the big bucks.
(I have no idea what Ratchet’s salary is like.)
Drift is taken to Ratchet’s super-secret, please-don’t-tell-the-Senate-about-this clinic in the Dead End, where we get a taste of Drift riffing on Ratchet in the present, as he paints a picture of a spiritual young doctor who actively and loudly praises Adaptus as he works on a ODing patient. The Ratchet of the here and now doesn’t appreciate this twisting of the truth, and makes it known by smearing his still-wet hand paint all over Drift’s face.
Shane McCarthy slipped James Roberts a twenty to set up a slowburn between his OC and Ratchet back in issue #4. Here, Roberts tends to the seeds of their shared past that were planted in the Delphi arc.
Drift didn’t take Ratchet’s advice back then, something that is and will continue to be a running issue for the two of them, and the sudden downshift in tone lets Tailgate ask about just what in the sam hill a relinquishment clinic is. Chromedome fills him in, Rewind providing visuals.
A relinquishment clinic was a place where a Transformer could sell their body- not in a sex-work way, but literally, as you let someone else have their spark planted into your vacated frame for a short period of time, just to try out different modes and looks. It was expensive, and only used to get around the fact that only the most elite of cybertronians could alter their bodies, because only they had enough influence to have the Functionist Senate look the other way. Ratchet never approved of the practice, and this is where he takes over the story.
Too bad we don’t get to see what all that’s about just yet, because there are more pressing matters at hand, like the fact that Nominus Prime is dead.
Seems like there’s a conspiracy at hand, and Orion is considering introducing Ratchet to a friend on the inside- and in the present time, Drift leaves to go meet with Rodimus so he’ll stop being a pest. Chromedome picks his story thread back up, bringing us to Prowl’s requested autopsy.
The boys in the lab broke Sherma down to his base parts, labeled each part, and laid them out on the floor in no discernible order. Maybe it’s based on the Cybertronian alphabet. I suppose we’ll never know.
The autopsy revealed that Sherma was shot several times, which we’d already managed to suss out at the scene of the crime, without getting half the forensics team involved, but we did get a little something for our troubles.
More evidence for Rodimus’ Uggs.
No, I’m never letting this go, don’t even bother asking.
The kind of glass that they found is only found in one specific area of Iacon, known as Translucentica Heights, and how about that! Prowl just so happens to have a search warrant for Translucentica Heights. Wow. Way to go, Prowl.
Meanwhile, Ratchet and Orion are hanging out at the monument for the Ark-1, which is the ship that fucked off into space and got eaten by the Dead Universe. Cyclonus remembers. I bet he kind of wishes that he didn’t, but he remembers.
Orion’s very good friend the Senator shows up, and Orion introduces him to Ratchet. The Senator was first introduced in Chaos Theory- he’s convinced that Orion is a very special individual, and had his body altered without permission while he was passed out, so that he might one day carry the Matrix.
Orion is maybe just a touch too trusting of authority figures, unless that figure is god himself.
Ratchet helps create a visage of not-plotting, as Orion and the Senator discuss whether or not Nominus was assassinated by the Senate. Dear Senator says “fuck yeah he was” and it was in no small part due to the fact that the Matrix he was carrying was a fake.
There’s also something that’s going on between Sentinel and the Decepticons, which leads Orion to ask about Megatron and how he’s doing. He’d probably be doing a hell of a lot better if you hadn’t given the Senate that he directly opposes his full name and occupation, Orion, but it’s sweet that you’re worried.
Back with the wonder cops, Chromedome and Prowl are shooting across the sky to the tune of Shooting Star as they make their way over to Translucentica Heights. They discuss the validity of claims that the Institute exists as they make their way over to Sherma’s apartment building, when someone gets thrown out the window from roughly 4000 stories up.
Trailbreaker was right, Fort Max having guns in his legs doesn’t make him special, if these losers are doing it too.
In the present, Drift’s finally caught up with Rodimus in the oil reservoir, where he’s coaxing Grapple like a wounded baby deer through pulling something out of the muck.
It’s Red Alert, and he’s seen better days.
I mean, sure, that seems like the most likely option, seeing as he’s the only non-Autobot aboard this giant stupid ship, and you haven’t done anything to actually gather evidence on what’s happened to our pal here. It makes sense for the knee-jerk reaction to be to blame the dude who blew up Kimia.
We’ll see where that line of thought gets us next issue.
#transformers#jro#mtmte#shadowplay#issue 9#maccadam#Hannzreads#text post#long post#comic script writing
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These are messy, disorganized, and ANGRY thoughts for Holocaust Remembrance Day (Israel) .I don’t get sad about this, I get fucking angry. If there’s anyone I could insult, or blame, that would hurt your feefees, I highly, highly recommend you not click on this. I am not responsible for how you feel. Got it?
Given the preamble I feel I shouldn’t have to say this, but do NOT reblog this, I’m not having this conversation with some 21 year old with an anime icon who’s never met me.
There’s a cloud over every Jewish head, and it’s always the goddamn crematorium.
Today is Holocaust Rememberance Day. I light a yahrzeit candle every year, and I say Kaddish, every year, and I always do it alone, because I think if God wanted me to have minyan to say it with he shouldn’t have let so many of us die.
One third of the Jewish population on earth was murdered. Think of three Jews you know, if you even know of three of us, and imagine that one of us, gone. Imagine your friend’s Jewish family of six, and imagine knowing that soon it will be four. Imagine.
It was worse in some places. In Poland, it was ninety percent of us. A family of ten, with one left, that was the story of the Polish Jews, told over and over again.
But get over it. It’s fine that we’re talking about the collective trauma of an indiscriminate virus, of the idea of losing ten percent of us, but losing one third of your people is something that you shouldn’t be pulling out anymore. Never mind that we were directly targeted, never mind that this was not the first time and will not be the last that the call to arms is against us specifically. Jews just love to complain. The trauma should be long past.
And I think the numbers were inflated anyway, and other people were killed too, it wasn’t just the Jews. Never mind that the numbers probably are inaccurate as some of us were mowed down into ditches in Poland by the side of the road, and who knows how many there were, never mind that in Russia they lacked equipment and hired farmers to drown us by hand, and they happily took the money. Never mind that I sat in a second grade classroom as we passively discussed how people wanted to murder me, and how my teacher reduced it to a few hours where kids with brown eyes weren’t allowed to use the water fountain. Never mind that they burned us, against our laws.
“Jews never stop bringing up the Holocaust” but my great grandmother only ever said of Ukraine, “There is nothing left.” I knew she meant no one, but that to say that was too hard. Better to think of the buildings, of the oxen.
People love dead Jews. Dead Jews can be exactly the pawn you need them to be, proof of whatever it is that you’re saying is right, and it was the way the other guy thinks that killed the Jews. It’s so easy to make someone the big bad, to remember Jews as weak and simpering mice who simply went to their deaths. That’s how people like us, weak, and dead, a cliff note in history. Something to be used.
They accuse us of relying on the Holocaust, but I’ve spent my whole life watching goyim trot it out whenever they fucking feel like being dramatic. Poor Anne Frank is never going to know rest, the spectre of a child who never got to discover who she was and so is the most convenient Jew of all. Her father was criticized for stripping out parts of her diary that contained sexual thoughts, but he knew what I know, that to make Jews worth protecting, we must be stripped of inconvenience, or complication, or difficulty. As long as we keep burning, there will always be something to keep them warm. So long as we can be refined to the pile of ash they can mix with any material they wish to build their argument.
Live Jews are inconvenient. They are a messy and complicated and difficult people. They can still fuck up. They can, and will, disagree with you, with each other, and they won’t be quiet about it. Sometimes, we’re unkind to each other! I more than once have accused another Jew of being judenpolitzei, of siding with those who would let us be destroyed for their own ends. On both side of the aisle. We don’t behave. Supporting us doesn’t give you enough points.
I can hear the crackling, the burning. It’s been in my chest since I was a child,
I’m so angry, all the time. Anger has been my bondage for years and years, and I try to remind myself that anger can itself be a form of idol worship, and that anger can cause us to become something we don’t want to be.
Besides, Jews aren’t allowed to be angry. We’re supposed to be quiet and agreeable and patient, and nod along with however the right or the left wants us to be. We have to have the right opinion on Israel, on the mining of our culture, on Anne Frank, on the Holocaust and its causes, on what is Anti-Semitic, and these are the same for the right or the left. All these topics, a goy will tell you how you should think, and Jews that agree with them are the good Jews to protect, and Jews that disagree with them are the bad Jews. I am fucking tired of only deserving protection when I’m agreeing with someone.
I remember a few years ago, Giles Coren, a Jewish English food writer of Polish extraction, getting into trouble for saying, essentially, “fuck the Poles’. Essentially but also, literally. I remember reading that, and how immediately I thought that he had told one of our secrets, and it was terrifying and gratifying all at once. I’ve been in Jewish groups more than once where someone quietly admitted “I don’t care what happens to Poland,” the names of every family member they would never know unsaid. I remember feeling pride at how hard Coren went, how he got nasty, how he was angry, how he brought up that the Holocaust was so successful in Poland because Poland already hated Jews. It my first time ever seeing that bitterness, that desire to hit back, to be filled with that flame. Not making it a quiet secret. I went and found the direct quote from the whole thing that stuck with me forever, because I knew it was true, and I knew it was what would happen when the whole thing started. "I wrote in passing that the Poles remain in denial about their responsibility for the Holocaust. How gratifying, then, to see so many letters in The Times in the subsequent days from Poles denying their responsibility for the Holocaust." He was so angry. People hated him for it.
I remember being afraid, too. Shut up, Giles. This is going to come back to bite us in the ass. We aren’t allowed to do this. We aren’t allowed to hate the people that murdered us, even though some of them are still alive, even though Poland murdered the survivors who came back. We aren’t allowed to be angry about it. We have to be good Jews. We have to say we forgive them, oh how they fetishize survivors who say they forgive. Please, don’t tell them about that burn inside of us, like whiskey in your chest. Don’t tell them my great grandmother watched Russia’s horrors unfold with a smile on her lips. Don’t tell them she said they got what they deserved. We aren’t allowed.
Don’t get angry about America sending a ship full of refugees back in 1939, don’t get mad about Ireland only letting in refugees who agreed to convert, calm your fury about Jewish children being taken into Catholic homes, never to be returned to Jewish communities. The British government stopping a trade that would have saved a million Jewish lives. Of course it’s tragic. But there’s no need to be angry. There’s no need to yell. There’s not need to shame anyone over their culpability.
We have to cry about what happened to us. We are not allowed to rage about it.
Besides, if it’s everyone against you, you cannot be mad at the whole goddamn world, Holligay.
There’s a part of Indecent, a play tumblr and facebook reduced to “lesbians!!” while completely missing the point of what it was about, about Jewish identity and struggle, the search of legitimacy and the role of stories. Sholem, the writer, goes into a deep depression, and is sitting in a doctor’s office, while all of them are acting like this is so clinical, and he snaps. How can he not be like this, in a world where to be a Jew is to be like this? I felt that same flush, that acknowledgment of fury, of the world never getting it.
Even writing this, I feel I’m letting some secret out. They’ll hate us if they know. They’ll hurt us if they know. Smiling Anne Frank, who believes people are truly good, that’s what we have to be. Shut up, Doc. This is going to come back to bite us in the ass.
I light the yahrzeit candle and realize there’s no match in my hand, that somehow it has been kindled from my own anger, from my own white-hot hate. It burns me, too, and the pain of it pricks my eyes with tears. I do not often generalize, about Jews. This is because I actually know them, and we evade an easy box to be put in. We are an asterisk of a people. But I guarantee damn near every Jew you know has this burn inside them, that they might not even themselves understand. Maybe it’s quieter in Jews who got out early, whose families don’t carry the burden of knowing there’s a burnt patch of earth where your family stops. But I don’t think so.��
I think we all know it could happen to us, at any time. And every goy who thinks they are so brave would do nothing in the face of true danger. They would turn you in without a second thought, because that’s what their families did.
I guarantee some of y’all reading this have your back up right now. Why is she so angry at people who could not have themselves done it? Isn’t she just as bad? Shouldn’t she just let it go?
Exodus tells us that children and their children will be punished, to the third and fourth generation, and if all God can scrape up is my anger as a punishment,
My rage is inconvenient to me, too. I tell myself things of all the Jewish philosophers I’ve read, about how we must love mercy, about how the world is desperate need of our loving attention, about how rejoicing in someone’s pain and failure is to spit in the face of what God has made us for. I tell myself these things all the time. I want to find a place where I can hold the truth of this anger, and not let it burn those who hold the community shame of the past. I want to use this fire to warm, and not to burn.
But I will also be honest with you.
I do not want to hear a single solitary argument against my anger from any Non-Jew.
You set me on fire. Now you have to let me burn.
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Heartland 13x09 - Fight or Flight review
So, the episode starts with a wholesome scene of Amy, Ty, Luke & Lyndy playing in the blow up pool with water guns. It’s so wholesome and looks so ideal, yet I know it’s setting up whatever is to come for Luke in this episode.
Oh and hey, we hear that Ty is still helping out with Scott at the clinic, but do we know if he’s still partner since he cut down his hours? Or did he perhaps pass the torch to Cassandra whose there full time?
Also fun fact, I wrote the word major instead of mayor a billion times in this review. But a mayor of a town is kind of like major of a band or army or something? So, apologies if you see the word major a few times haha.
Amy & Spartan
Spartan is still recovering and showing signs of Arthritis. Georgie wants to play horse matchmaker with Amy since Spartan is getting younger, and i’m just glad that it isn’t human matchmaker. Georgie, with Lisa’s permission wants to bring Atlas to Heartland for Amy, but Lisa wisely remembers how Jack reacted with Paint and cautions Georgie to tread lightly. I think it’d be nice to see Jack help/talk to Amy about how she’s feeling seeing as he went through it himself, or even her father Tim since he may have gone through the same thing with his own horse as well.
Amy eventually gives in and tells Georgie she’s not ready but wants her to continue pushing her to get a new horse, which is partly due to her needing a distracting and partly due to her wanting to help. That is, until she notices the wild animal coming up and bonding with Spartan and decides she doesn’t want the perfect horse - just a horse she has a connection or the feeling with like she did with Spartan. It does not go unnoticed that she might’ve been getting flashbacks of taming Spartan when she saw the wild horse approach her. Amy likes a challenge with her horses as opposed to having the perfect horse.
If the seasons ends with Amy taming this new horse with Spartan watching, ‘passing of the torch’ why don’t you - I won’t be mad.
Oh and hey, we also learn that their house has WALLS and a first photo courtesy of Luke for the wall!! Progress y’all and they still have 2 months to winter!
Georgie
Oh and hey Georgie is surprisingly still not over Quinn and she’s off to BC to meet him! From the promo I saw, it shows her telling Quinn that she loves him so... that’s gonna happen. I’m glad that Lou let her go and trusted her to go on her own, plus if there ever is an emergency, her father, Peter is in Vancouver and seemingly a short drive away if she needs a place to stay. Had Georgie asked to go anywhere else, perhaps she might’ve been more hesitant but knowing that she’s going to a province where her father lives might’ve provided a little comfort. Or perhaps she just has so much on her mind she’s didn’t want to fight her on this and knows she needs to trust her since she’s going away to University next year.
Plus... Western Canada isn’t Ontario. You can drive 10 hours and still be in Ontario, but you can drive 10 hours and drive two provinces in the west. I drove 3 provinces in less than 10 hours on East Coast Canada and did a road trip in the West and there is a lot less driving required to go province to province in those areas since you don’t need go to around Lake Ontario :) And there’s your unasked for geography lesson.
Luke
Amy and Ty have a meeting with Clint, having to do with Andrea being on the mend and making tremendous progress, to the point where she can go back to parenting full time. This is great news for Luke - and great news for Andrea, and even for Katie I suppose who might get her own room back even if she’s finally warming up to him.
Speaking of Clint, he’s one of the few non-main character who has been guest-ing since season 1 eh?! Ever since he brought Ty to Heartland in the early days of the show. He did right with Ty and he always has the best intentions (he has too) when it comes to foster kids.
“I’m totally moving up to the loft when you leave, but i’m going to miss you” - Katie for the win
Gifting him the chess set and everyone telling Luke the kind words (ie. you’ll always have a home, come visit anytime, you’ll always have us in our heart) and they complete the chess set showed how much Luke became apart of the family. I have no doubt that everyone was sad to see Luke go - Amy and Ty especially but it was nice to see everyone in the family support him as he goes back home to his mother full time. I was glad that nobody tried to stop him or delay him going back to his family but rather supported him - this is the storyline I wanted to see.
Did the scene of Amy Ty and Lyndy waving goodbye to Luke as he drove away (how cute was Lyndy patting Luke’s hair?) remind you of when it was just Amy standing there when Ty drove away to Mongolia?
THE ELECTION
JD Worth running for election seems to have an impact on everyone in the Heartland family.
Lisa
Oh ayeee, these “cash flow issues” come back up again. Apparently, Lisa tried to solve the issue from last season by having investors bridge the gap... and one of them is... Worth Investments (or something like that), by the one and only JD Worth, Lou’s opponent and now they want Lisa to repay the entire loan immediately. Yikes. This has nothing to do with the election and that her grand daughter is running against him... right? Yeah, likely false. Lisa manages to pay him out and i’m just glad this doesn’t end badly.
Bob/Ty
Bob (via Ty) has a theory about why there has been so much wildlife in the area. Mountain View resorts, who, oh yeah JD IS BEHIND. Due to development, wildlife have fled which is why residents have had cougars/wolves in their backyards and an increase in animal attacks the last couple of days. Yikes, this is a big no and honestly likely the issue to get everyone riled up since everyone loves their animals.
Lou
First of all, it’s kind of hilarious that Tim is seemingly Lou’s new campaign manager, handling her schedule.
Now, I never liked JD but I also didn’t blame him for wanting to modernize and keep Hudson up with the upcoming changes, but him telling Lou what she probably already knows - being mayor requires sacrifice is running thin and that nothings worse than “children with no mother” and berating him for her divorce and that her children have no mother doesn’t look well. I know some of us were on his side of this debate last week but it’s hard to still be on his side after this week.
It also appears that JD is lightly treading the line of threatening, which hey, its probably the reason why all his opponents dropped out. Coincidence that JD happens to threaten to “recommend” to Garland some new pea feed beef (or something), he “pulled out” of a bad investment (Fairfield) and sent a notice to Tim that he couldn’t live in an RV for more than 6 months even on private property (since when is this a law?!). Something tells me that there is a reason why all his opponents dropped out...
Lou initially coups and drops out but after hearing about the wildlife theory below, Lisa, Tim and the “private residence” was caused a health inspection, with Mitch’s encouragement, encourages her to get back into the race. And with one cleverly timed article about how JD Worth’s mountain development has caused the wildlife (MVP FOR BOB!!) seems to tip the scale in Lou’s direction.
And thank god because JD is seen BRIBING some guy to deal with the wild life problem (by killing Wildlife? because that solves everything) so he’s definitely done it for every other thing that miraculously “got solved.” Lou may not be the ideal mayor but also, she is definitely better than him. With him as mayor, nothing is safe.
Does anyone else have the feeling that bribe guy might tell all to the press based on the look on his face when he saw JD didn’t pay him the full amount? Maybe he’s secretly a wildlife lover and doesn’t want to kill them? I mean, there’s no way the season ends with JD winning (think: poacher) so the question is how they make him lose/reveal the bribing.
Oh and...
Mitch
Mitch is mad that Lou didn’t tell him about running for mayor but Mitch didn’t also run turning their vacation property into a business (and seemingly moving away full time). And hey Mitch? Lou literally didn’t tell anyone she was thinking of running for mayor. Literally no one. She just stood up in the stands and announced it so it’s not just you. Don’t feel left out. No one was part of her decision really, except her.
PLUS, where the heck are Lou’s face all over these posters because so far all I’ve seen are JD’s! Lou, you need to step up your poster game. How is she allowing JD’s face to be across the diner & no posters of her?!
Songs in this Episode @heartlandians
The One I Need - Amy Stroup
Another Lie - Jacob John
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I don’t know if this has been talked about a lot or nah but I can’t stop thinking about this, also I’m very bitter so here we go
Ace’s death at Marineford was unnecessary + the effects of his death could have been achieved differently
What are the effects of his death?
From how I see it, Ace was the catalyst for the timeskip and a reality-check for Luffy. Up until Marineford, Luffy has won all his battles, whether on the first try or the tenth try. All he needed to do was to “be persistent!!” and “never give up!” and it all turned out alright, even when it really should not have gone well, like the battle at Enies Lobby and the breakout at Impel Down. I honestly am not bothered by this, but it sets everything up perfectly for Luffy’s devastating and humiliating defeat at Marineford. Luffy suddenly realizes he can’t protect everyone he loves and their dreams, and uses the timeskip to become stronger for his nakama and family.
This is a side note, but I think it’s important to clarify this; Ace was NOT the cause of the “new era”. Whitebeard was. The death of the proclaimed “Strongest Man in the World” created a power imbalance in the world because Whitebeard’s crew was responsible for maintaining many territories and keeping other dangerous and powerful pirates in check. Without the threat of Whitebeard hanging over their heads, many pirates were emboldened to wreak havoc, attack territories, and make a name for themselves. So, I have to begrudgingly admit that Whitebeard’s death and the crew’s disbandment was necessary for the plot moving forward. (Honestly, I could say more about the parallels between Roger’s and Whitebeard’s death + how selfish Whitebeard’s death was, but that’s something else entirely)
The theme of dreams
I quickly want to talk about the overarching theme of dreams in One Piece before I move on. It’s fairly obvious that dreams play a big part in the One Piece universe. Each and almost every character has a unique dream or aspiration, and the whole story is literally about Luffy’s dream! Similarly, each antagonist is defeated not when they die, but when their dream dies or they can no longer pursue their dream. In this story, if you don’t have a dream, you’re nothing more than a husk of a person.
For example, Kuro of the Black Cat Pirates creates an elaborate, long-term plan to escape from his past as a pirate and live a comfortable life. Of course, we all saw how the Straw Hats completely dismantled that dream; they prevent his crew from attacking Syrup Village, Usopp stops Jango from forcing Kaya to sign the will and killing her, and Luffy defeats Kuro all by himself. All of Kuro’s hard work and planning, over the course of about 3 years, is thrown away when his final plan fails. His dream dies, and Kuro dies alongside it (metaphorically).
On the other hand, Gol D. Roger dies as the Pirate King, which we can safely presume was his dream. He goes down in history and is spoken of often, in high regard among pirates and in infamy among marines and citizens alike, even 20+ years after his death. Compared to Kuro, Roger is more “alive”. Basically, it would be more merciful to kill someone while they still have their dream, rather than take it away and leave them alive, but empty.
How Marineford should have gone down
First things first, there is no way Shanks could have come any earlier than he did in canon; he was dealing with another Yonko and protecting Whitebeard’s territories. In fact, it’s important for him to be away from Marineford for the duration of the fight, because once he shows up, the fight is over. No one should interfere, so no “X shows up” alternatives, either. Otherwise, Luffy will never realize that he isn’t powerful enough to protect his nakama in the New World. They all need that 2-year timeskip to prepare, but Luffy is eagerly going forwards and won’t stop without a concrete reason(or wall). So, sadly, Ace really does have to get seriously hurt. But, he doesn’t need to die.
Here’s how it should go:
All the events stay the same leading up to the Akainu vs. Ace fight in canon. They show how Luffy is completely out of his league. He couldn’t have made it as far as he did, through Impel Down and getting Ace off the execution scaffold, without all his allies and his boundless luck. Even so, it looks like Luffy is going to do the impossible once again! Then, Akainu shows up and it all falls apart. The fight is much the same as canon, but when Akainu goes for Luffy, Ace doesn’t jump in front of the fist.
Instead, Ace pushes Luffy out of the way, but not without taking some of the hit. He’s a Logia type Devil-fruit user, so he has to solidify himself to touch something, and, in this case, to push Luffy. He wouldn’t be able to turn back into fire in time to dodge the fist.
Ace’s right arm is gone up to the elbow, and what remains of his arm suffers from severe burns. Magma burns his back, too; half of the Whitebeard tattoo is burned away. Ace passes out from his injuries. After that, canon resumes as normal (I forgot how complicated the Marineford Arc is holy shit). Ace gets medical attention from Trafalgar Law; he has to get a shoulder amputation due to severe burns, and the burns on his back will scar.
The specifics of why and whatever else can be spun in different ways, but the end result of Marineford + his injuries should be this: Ace can no longer be a pirate. Ace’s dream perishes in his place.
Why?
I think this is more impactful than canon, for Luffy especially. Ace sacrificing his right arm during Marineford parallels with Shanks sacrificing his left arm during Luffy’s childhood. Imagine the guilt he would feel, thinking he was the cause of two of his precious people losing an arm. And, the guilt doubles with the fact that Ace lost his dream. Remember what I said about a person without a dream? Additionally, I think this ending for Marineford fits better with all the themes present in the story. And, Ace still is the catalyst for the timeskip, so nothing is too drastically changed, in that respect.
In conclusion:
(If y’all have any questions, please ask!)
#op meta#opmeta#meta#one piece#marineford#portgas d. ace#is this coherent? probably not#@oda hire me#also please reblog this i used up all my brain cells to write this
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Of All The Things I've Lost, I Miss My Mind The Most. Ft. Joker
November 29, 2019
I recently wrote on my Patreon about Dave, my new disability advocate who seemed like he was going to be helpful for once. Where my previous advocate was good at bleating on endlessly about my alleged “rights” as a disabled person, wasting my time and energy listening to her while not actually helping me gain access to resources, my new advocate put on a seriously impressive show. Because I don’t have a car and am generally too sick to walk or ride my bike more than a couple of blocks, and likely too sick to drive even if I had a car, he arranged to pick me up for our appointments and afterwards took me back home.
Because I no longer possess executive function and cannot consistently or reliably complete tasks that require it (read: the stuff corporate executives pay other people to do for them, particularly female people, namely secretaries, wives and others) this man filled out applications for me, doing some of them online, addressed and mailed the ones going out of town and hand-delivered the rest. This was almost unbelievably (!) helpful and I felt cautiously optimistic that things might finally be on the right track: a track towards getting me the disability and need-based benefits I’m entitled to as a seriously ill person with a disabling incurable, progressive disease.
To wit, Social Security benefits, into which I have paid since I started working when I was 15 and which they will just give to me freely if I live long enough but for which I have to beg in order to receive now, and housing, food and cash assistance that will help me stay in my little apartment, run my small business and somewhat control my environment and my access to climate control/lights/running water/refrigeration/toilet etc. and privacy and relative peace in which to care for my 2 adopted shelter cats and manage the daily pain and indignities of my disabling autoimmune disease.
The online application for SSD was returned to me in hardcopy to review, sign and return. lol. Along with a notice that if I want to also apply for SSI, the “other” form of disability-based benefits that’s basically exactly the same as SSD and as far as I know requires mostly the same information sent to the same place, I had to do a separate application for that. lol. The application for food and cash assistance was “never received” by social services, according to social services, even though Dave hand-delivered it and watched them time/date stamp it himself. lol.
Dave had also assured me that I was a candidate for vocational rehab, which agency would easily and gladly find me a part-time work-from-home job tailored to my new dis/ability and help me do and keep it, as well as offering me various assistance with my small business including accounting and other administrative support, technical assistance and equipment including a new laptop and other things. lol. Most of that seemed unlikely at best but I almost believed it: my hope went from none to about 3.5% — that’s 3-and-a-half percent — because anything higher than that is frankly completely insane and I knew better but I did it anyway. It was mostly involuntary because that’s the thing with humans innit. They (we) seem predisposed to hope, against the odds and against all evidence.
When I spoke with someone at voc rehab, she informed me that she had just that very day had to have a “talk” with Dave who apparently keeps making inappropriate referrals and making promises to sick and disabled people that voc rehab simply does not/cannot keep. They don’t do any of what Dave told wasted an hour of my time and about 3 days worth of spoons telling me about, and what is available is only available to people starting new businesses. People with existing businesses get nothing. lol.
As for getting me a coveted “work from home” light-duty position that myself and everyone else and all their relatives also want, and might actually need, they don’t do that at all. They might be able to help me keep a job I already have but I don’t have one, and there is no realistic way I will ever get one as even the application and interview process is too grueling a task for me now. Not to mention that I’m too sick to consistently show up and produce quality work anyway because even if a sick person can still produce quality work sometimes when they feel relatively well, chronic illness = unpredictable = unreliable = unhireable.
I put myself through law school with absolutely no help of any kind, took the hardest bar exam in the country if not the world and passed it on the first try, but that — meaning, looking for, applying for and getting jobs, something I could do as a 15 year old and did for 25 years of my life — that I can no longer do. lol.
I only saw “Joker” once but from what I recall, a bunch of white men and their white male “disability” system made another white man even more crazy than he was before and he killed some of them. I see absolutely no problem with that.
Today is Thanksgiving in the United States. I don’t know what this means in other places that also celebrate this holiday at different times, but I know what it means here. So Happy Celebration of Indigenous People Being Genocided By White Men Day y’all. Make sure you are sufficiently “grateful” to our male owners/corporate and government overlords for allowing us to just-barely exist (to serve them) until we literally, physically can’t do it anymore or die trying. This world is fucking crazy man. It’s absolutely insane.
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Radioactive Salvation
[Cordelia Goode x Reader]
A/N: Thanks for waiting y’all and the support. This chapter is for all those Michael x Reader stans out there. This is like long haha Hope you enjoy. We’ll get some witch interrogation next chapter so watch out for that
Tagging: @cordeliasflowergirl
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CHAPTER THREE
MICHAEL’S P.O.V
You were running. And running. And running.
Hoping to whatever you believe in to save you. Two men were after you, carrying a knife and a pistol. I followed the commotion yet maintaining my distance.
I was taking comfort in the wilderness, calling for strength and guidance to my father. I am lost. I am alone. The only woman who loved me just joined him, no thanks to that soon to be dead Supreme of the Coven, Cordelia. She will burn, I swear.
Then I heard the rustle of the leaves and pleading cries of woman.
It was you.
The forces in the forest suddenly shifted - as if it's all coming to you. The clouds were getting darker and the winds getting colder. Birds started flying away, feeling the brewing storm.
"You would never get away, witch!" Shouted the guy with a pistol. He fired in your direction but missed. Silly, mortal.
I followed wherever you go, quite enjoying the sight of a witch suffering.
It started to rain, hard. I'm guessing you're the one doing it. There were thunder and lightning every now then. You were powerful enough to conjure a strong storm and I found that interesting. Unfortunately, you tripped due to the slippery grass and the men after you, I'm guessing are witch hunters, caught you.
"You think you're so clever, with your rain and lightning," the man with the knife then sliced open your clothes.
"We've never tried it with a witch," the pistol guy smirked, evilness evident in his eyes.
"There's always a first time for everything," the knife guy continued slicing your clothes.
"Please, don't. I meant no harm," you cried. I can feel that you're scared.
Soon enough you will be on survival mode. I can then know what you're really made of.
Maybe it was the presence of my father or my proximity that heightened their carnal desires. The guy holding a pistol placed himself on top of you. He started humping and grunting, taking advantage of you. Tears keep falling out of your eyes. I was about to step in and stop them when I heard your cries.
"Cordelia, please. Save me, Delia. I need you."
You keep calling her name. I stepped back in the shadows and decided not to meddle.
You witches can fight your own battles.
You kept squirming under them, begging them to stop. Tears and rain glistened in your face with the setting sun. One guy finished and still no sign of your Cordelia.
The guy with the knife started his turn and you saw it as a chance to fight even more but he was having none of your defiance. So he stabbed you in the stomach. To my surprise, you retaliated. You sent them both flying backwards.
This is the main attraction.
You still tried to escape but they fired a shot, and this time it hit you. You fell but stood up once more, drenched in blood and water. I can see the life flowing out of your body, little by little but there was something different in you this time. It's not self-preservation that keeps you standing, not anymore. Its rage.
You stood your ground, unafraid that they are approaching you.
You're a fighter.
You raised your hand and uttered with great conviction what would be your last word.
"Descensum," as you flicked your finger.
Those bastards fell to the ground and I'm sure they're not getting up anytime soon.
You just sent them to hell.
I didn't know you can use that spell to someone else. A small smile spread to my face.
You fell, staying motionless on the ground and the rain stopped falling already. I approached your lifeless body. Your last moments here on earth were tragic, to say the least, and yet there is peace in your face.
I need to know who you are and determine if I can use you against Cordelia. I looked into you and your life flashed before my eyes.
You were in a house and man was leaving
You were banging in a door, hoping for the woman behind to open it.
You were weeping and burying the same woman.
You're in the academy for witches.
You keep meeting Cordelia in the middle of the night.
You kissed her.
You are her lover!
You saw her with Misty Day
You stepped out of the academy.
You saw two men and ran.
You cursed them.
Then you saw nothing.
You are more than just a powerful witch. You own the Supreme's heart.
A heart for a heart.
I can definitely use you and your powers but first, I need to bring you back from the dead.
Few hours have passed and I keep thinking what I would do to you. I can burn you in front of your Supreme, the way she took my Ms. Mead. Maybe I can make you kill her. Or I can dangle you in front of her. A lot of ideas are running in my head but the most important is for you to wake up.
Your loud scream caught my attention. I rushed to your side and asked how you are feeling.
"Everything...ahh...hurts," you cried. "Why does everything hurt?"
"Y/n, I saved you. I brought you back to life."
"Who are..y..you? Where am I? How do you know who I am?" Panic evident in your voice.
"I'm Michael. You're in my Ms. Meade's house and room." I honestly answered. "I saw you in the woods being terrorized by two men."
You paused for a while, trying to take in everything. You looked in to my eyes, as if you're trying to search for something. You're eyes then went wide, as if realizing something. "You're the Antichrist!" You stood up from the bed and tried to get away.
You're leaving. I can't let you get away, not when there's one hell of a future ahead of us.
I grabbed your arm and said sternly, "there's no use in leaving, y/n." You stopped and looked at me, puzzled.
Everyone in my life either wanted me dead or died for me. When I breathed life into you, a part of me became a part of yours and I can’t handle losing a part of me, not anymore. I summoned all the courage inside me and took a deep breath.
"Your life is now meant to be lived by my side."
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And you did just that for 3 years or so.
I built the Cooperative and the Outposts from the ground for my believers, with you by my side. I would wake up in the morning with you smiling in the kitchen, preparing my Ms. Meade's signature french toast, with no trace of ill-feelings in your eyes. Your smile would be sometimes enough to erase the troubles in my mind after a very bad day. You even sometimes assist me in making the protocols to save the believers for the end of the world. A total 180 degree shift of character from the woman who tried to get away from me one night. You do not show fear from the evil inside me. You treat and look at me as an equal. Sometimes I even wonder if what you are showing is real because it's just to good to be true - you're too good to be true. You were like a ray of sunshine amidst the crowd of people with literal dark hearts and souls. Despite the darkness flowing in your body - the rage, the pain, and the disappointments of your previous life - you still manage to be as loving and caring as before.
You were my light.
And I couldn't just let you go.
When Cordelia asked why were you with me, I felt like I had to prove a point - I had to make sure that your very presence hurts her.
“She’s with me, Cordelia.”I paused and looked for her reaction. “She chose to be with me. Not your coven, not with you.” She stopped for a moment, closing her eyes.
"She is a Salem witch, Michael. She belongs to the coven." She tried to reason out. How I hope you can see the desperation in her eyes?
I shook my head and started going down the stairs. "With you, yes, she is a witch who belongs to a coven," I stared intently to her. My intimidation skills have been effective, thanks to you. I stood in front of her. "but with me, she is the coven." The puzzled look of everyone in the room fueled my amusement.
"What are you trying to say?" the former hollywood actress, Madison, inquired.
"I think that could only mean one thing, dear," the old redhead witch chimed in, staring directly to the back of her Cordelia, "he's going to try and make her Supreme." The younger witch I saved from hell huffed as she crossed her arms in front of her chest and clenched her jaw. I can feel a tinge of jealousy in her. "Though that would not be possible because she has been a traitor to the coven. She will be burned at the stake." Cordelia remained silent after her auntie's - or should I say mother figure - comments.
I turned my attention back to the witch who started it all and asked coyly, "Will you let her burn, Cordelia?" I quite enjoy putting emphasis in her name and using it as an insult.
"No witch is above the laws of the coven," she replied, trying to conceal whatever she's feeling.
A small smile formed in my face. "3 years later and you still choose the coven over her," Cordelia clenched her jaw, "no wonder she left you." That seemed to trigger a response greater than words from her. Balls of fire formed from the lit torches inside the common area and started to go in my direction but not before it was extinguished to nothing but vapor. Cordelia looked behind her to see who blocked her magic, only to find you standing with your eyes closed.
You opened your eyes and smiled, not minding that you just intercepted the most powerful witch's magic caused by rage. "Shall we not kill each other before dinner," you glanced at everyone. "I did prepared a sumptuous meal."
The witches looked among themselves, deciding whether they must eat before they attack us . The television personality and voodoo queen, Dinah Stevens, knew well enough not to meddle with these affairs, thus she remained in her dark corner.
"Can we just eat, please? I haven't had anything for dinner." The entitled rich witch, Coco plead. If we were in Limbo, gluttony is her greatest sin. Myrtle gave a resigned look. Madison looked at you with her signature bitch face, "Okay, we'll eat. In one condition." You raised a brow. "We'll have a question and answer portion after."
You looked shocked for a brief moment but returned and plastered smile in your face. "I don't see any problem with that," you replied, ever the gracious hostess. So do I.
Mallory led them to dining area but you remained standing in the middle of the hall. I walked towards you and acknowledged the concerned look in your eye. "No violence, Michael." You reminded me. The smile in your lips turned in to a frown before you said, "We'll have to talk about the death of three witches later, too."
"As far as I know, I'm only responsible for two of them, darling." My reply caused you more confusion than clarity, as evidenced in your face. "Ms. Meade," I called and felt her walk towards us. "Would you mind making a swift sweep of the premises? There might be an intruder." She nod her head and started. "Does that satisfy you?" I asked.
You let out a breath and faced the dining area. "It does," you replied, "and now,-
-let's have our last supper."
#Cordelia Goode#cordelia goode x reader#cordelia goode imagine#AHS#ahs imagine#ahs coven#ahs apocalypse#michael langdon#michael langdon x reader#madison montgomery#myrtle snow#coco st. pierre vanderbilt#dinah stevens#angst#witch#antichrist#cordelia foxx#zoe benson
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You do know that warsaw ghetto was ruled by German nazis and Jewish police? And not poles/poland? And that warsaw was occupied by nazi germany so poles had literally nothing to say during that time? You do know that polish government asked for help numerous times (France, great Britain and others) yet nobody helped (even though they had promised to do so)? And that polish people actually tried to save people from ghetto during warsaw uprising?
If as many Poles actually tried to help the Jews as you’re pretending, why did 90% of Polish Jews die during the Holocaust and the years AFTERWARDS, when they tried to GO HOME?
Why is the Polish government literally STILL trying to pretend like they were the real victims when they were, and actively still are, 100% complicit in the genocidal war crimes committed on their soil, even though yes, technically the German soldiers were of course the men at the top?
(Also, do… you think that there’s a misunderstanding about how war works or something? Like… do you think that war in real life is like Endgame and Hitler was the Big Bad like Thanos and he was literally one dude who snapped his fingers and Holocaust’d all by himself and everyone else was a hapless, guileless, good-guy victim and/or a brainless pawn who had no role other than to get clobbered by the Hulk and had no actual stakes of their own? Because that’s… not… how war works, my guy. The Nazis were the bad guys. And also the Poles were bad guys, when it comes to how they treated, and treat, Jews, despite being victimized by the Nazis on their own level. And also the Italians were bad guys. And the Japanese, especially to South Koreans. And the United States were bad guys to Japanese-Americans and also to European Jews, even though they were good guys to European goyim, except the Germans, to whom the US were bad guys. I know that every single piece of media that comes out anymore is the Monomyth, but like… Hitler wasn’t Palpatine, single-handedly responsible for All Evil. There was no One Ring that ole Adolph found while making a shitty painting that suddenly made him decide that It Was The Jews’ Fault That Art School Didn’t Work Out.
And… like I know it’s a hard concept that you can be victimized by war while also being seen by other victimized peoples as a full-on 100% villain on par with YOUR villain but like… Polish goyim were full-ass reveling in committing a genocide that you’d been hard at work on for literal centuries all on your own and now had additional tools and funding for because of your vanquishers and like you didn’t WANNA thank your conquerors for anything but ALSO now you could burn 90 bodies at a time and that was super useful for getting property that you’d wanted for a long time and had to let gross YIDDEN have, sooooooo… I’m just saying, y’all did not exactly have a great track record with pogroms before 1938, either. Killing off all of Warsaw’s Jewish population was not something that you guys were exactly SAD at the Nazis about, and that makes you pretty fucking shitty. And villainous. Putz.)
Why pass fucking laws in the year fucking 2018 to cover your shitty ass from the truth coming out coincidentally with the discovery of the second volume of the Ghetto archives, and even if it HADN’T been found – because the third probably never will, since it’s under the Chinese Embassy and that’s a whole international incident waiting to happen – why do goyim need SO BADLY to control the narrative and pretend like you weren’t watching a genocide happen in your backyard and, at best, just… letting it? And, at MORE FUCKING LIKELY, turning in your neighbors and classmates and friends to get better treatment FROM THE NAZIS YOU FREELY ADMIT WERE OPPRESSING YOU? YOU THINK I DON’T KNOW THAT THE NAZIS TREATED POLES LIKE SHIT? OF COURSE THEY DID, FUCKING DUMBASS. THAT’S ONE OF THE BEST WAYS TO GET YOUSTUPID ONE-BRAIN-CELLED CONSPIRACY-THEORY-LOVING WHITE MOTHERFUCKERS TO COLLABORATE FASTER AND WITH MORE COMPLIANCE. The worse the Nazis treated the goyim in the countries they had military victories over, the more antisemitic those countries STILL. FUCKING. ARE. Look at y’all. Look at France. Look at England. You STILL seem to think that if you eat the asses of the goose-stepping hordes, they’ll give you a couple more ration stamps, and when it doesn’t work, you can still safely pretend like it was all their fault that you had to take ration stamps in the first place and that you were the one REALLY suffering because you had to stick your tongue up a Nazi’s asshole. :( Poor. Fucking. You.
You know what the Jewish police were doing in the Warsaw Ghetto most of the time? In real life, I mean, not in your Alex Jones frothy-mouth tinfoil-hat “I had psychosis about pizza-fucked dead children and that’s why I’m being sued by GeOrGe SoRoS!” world? Moving the bodies of people who starved to death on the fucking sidewalk out of the way so people could walk. And keeping out goyishe Polish sightseers who saw the Ghetto as a freakshow, like a zoo, to go watch the entertainment of exotic Jews dying. Another fun thing that Polish goyim liked to do in the Ghetto was to raise prices on water and flour to the equivalent of hundreds of today’s dollars, or wait to sell until it was rotten and then take that as proof of antisemitic canards about Jews eating garbage. But I’m sure that it was heartbreaking for the vendors with casks and casks of clean drinking water to watch children die on the sidewalk and still refuse to let them drink. Christian principles, or whatever.
Were there some individual shitty Jews in the Ghetto? Probably. But that doesn’t excuse, like, 30,000,000 shitty Polish goyim. Fuck you.
You know the images that you fucknuts idiots like to point to and say, “Ugh, SEE, those Ghetto Jews, they had no dignity, it was WE REAL POLES who were suffering, those FILTHY JEWS DESERVED IT,” like the wartime postcards made by the Polish government and, oh, idk, the Nazi fucking Party that showed things like Rabbis having their beards combed and shaven as though for lice or shrunken-in, starving Jewish women fighting each other over scraps of bread? THEY’RE FUCKING NAZI AND POLISH PROPAGANDA, YOU FAKAKTA SCHMEKELE MORON. WE WERE NEVER THAT. YOU STAGED US TO BE THAT WAY BECAUSE TO YOU, OUR SUFFERING WAS FUNNY AND YOU KNEW THAT WHEN WE LIVED, IN 50, 75, 100 YEARS, YOU WOULD NEED TO HAVE YOUR VERSION OF THE STORY IN PICTURES TO TRY TO PROVE IT WAS THAT WAY. But it wasn’t. That would be like looking at Trump’s twitter in 70 years and believing that he really was a stable genius. (Of course, you probably think he IS a stable genius, because you’re a very fine person.)
Unfortunately for you, and for all of fucking WWII-era Poland, and fucking now-era Poland, you forgot that Jews remember their history. We’ve been through it before and we kept a history of our own. And two of the three Archives have been unearthed and they are public and they have been translated and your antisemitic, disgusting government (and, like, also the American disgusting government, I’m not pretending like the US government isn’t ALSO disgusting, this just isn’t about that at the moment)
Get fucked on your swastika dildo somewhere else. I know more about life in the Warsaw Ghetto than you ever will, because your government is literally lying to you because of national pride and antisemitism and you’re lapping it up like good white-dick cum. Get. Fucked.
The Polish goyim who STILL refuse to return property they couldn’t wait to steal from their neighbors were far from helpless do-gooders.
If the choice is “collaborate with the Nazis or die,” you choose to die. You always have a choice. That is the moral choice. You choose. To die. Rather than collaborate. Period.
FUCK.
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Bachelorette Party II
This was originally going to be a one shot, then I realized I’m basically incapable of keeping things brief.
A ClydexReader fanfic
Part I Part II Part III
Summary: You’re back in Boone County for the first time in seven years. Your best friend from high school is getting married and you wouldn’t miss it for the world. On her last night of freedom, the bachelorette drags her bridal party to Duck Tape as a final stop on their bar crawl. It’s under the dimmed lights that you see your high school friend/high school crush, Clyde Logan. Is it fate? Or is your friend just trying to set you up?
Word Count: 3,204
Warnings: drinking, cursing
@a-whole-damn-sackler @sadsexvibes @ladygrey03
You spent the next thirty minutes stealing glances at Clyde. You tried to be present at the table and be apart of the bachelorette activities but you were having trouble focusing. Sarah hip-checked you out of one of your space-outs and motioned to the tray of empty shot glasses in front of them.
“Hey can you grab us another round?” she asked.
“Are you making me get it on purpose?” you ask back. You were aware of her intentions now, and were a little more cautious.
“Absolutely,” she said, “You keep lookin’ that way, you might as well go over there,”
You shot her a look, but you knew you’d been caught. She gave you a look back, and you knew she wasn’t gonna let you go on this one. You flipped her off as you walked away, making her and the other girls laugh behind you.
You approached the bar slowly, the deafening music proving no match for the sound of your heart beating in your ears. This was stupid, why were you acting like this? It’s just Clyde. He’s the same kid who had you pull a crawfish off his nose when he held it too close to his face and it pinched him. He’s a dumb boy who you had a dumb crush on. This was fine, you were fine. Just be cool.
You walked to where you stood before, feeling a little more put-together. Jimmy was still sitting on his stool, nursing a new beer. Clyde stood behind the bar chatting with him. They both looked up as you drew near, Jimmy smiled and Clyde’s face was, well, unreadable.
“Back so soon?” Jimmy asked.
“Sarah sent me up for another round, whiskey this time,”
“On it, I’ll be back in a sec,” Clyde said as he went to retrieve a bottle of Jack Daniels.
“He hasn’t been able to stop looking at you all night,” Jimmy leaned over to whisper in your ear. “He’s havin’ a hard time bartendin’, I watched him almost flood the counter with seltzer a minute ago,”
“You’re an awful brother,” you roll your eyes. He just laughed.
“Am I? Would an awful brother tell you he had the biggest damn crush on you in high school?”
Your eyebrows shot up and he took your stunned silence as a signal to keep talking.
“I spent years trying to get him to ask you out. He never did it obviously, he’s too stubborn for his own damn good,”
“You’re crazy,” Jimmy had to be wrong. Clyde never did anything to indicate he liked you.
“He’d kill me if he knew I told you but he has a stack of letters he wanted to send to you when he was serving but never got up the nerve to actually do it. I found them in his pack when he came home,”
This was all too much. This couldn’t be true. But before you had the chance to ask him anything else Clyde was back with a new bottle of whiskey.
“Jimmy what’re you tellin’ her,” his look was dangerous, not that his brother seemed to care.
“Were just catchin’ up, you worry too much Clyde. I gotta head out actually, gotta pick up Sadie in the mornin’,” he said his goodbyes and patted his brothers arm as he got up.
His metal arm.
You can’t believe you didn’t notice until now, it’s kind of hard to miss.
“Clyde, your arm,” you said softly.
“It’s nothin’,” he said, pouring the shots. He worked with his good arm, trying to keep the robotic hand out of view.
“That don’t look like nothin’,” you noted. “Was this overseas? How long ago did it happen?”
“About five years ago now, right as I was gettin’ out of my last tour. They did a trans-radial amputation. This prosthetic is newer. I had a standard plastic one, but was lucky enough to be upgraded to this one. It can grab on to stuff, so it’s closer to havin’ my hand back. I got it probably a year and a few months ago,”
You felt a wave of shame wash over you. How could you not know about this? Sure, you fell out of touch but this was literally life-changing. Your friend lost his arm and you were so busy doing whatever that you didn’t even know. Nothing in college or at work could have trumped this, you felt like you let him down.
“I’m so sorry Clyde, that must have been so painful to go through,” his eyes caught yours as you spoke, flitting away a moment later to focus on the bottle of Jack. “I should have been there for you,”
“It wasn’t your fault. And you were busy with school, I wasn’t gonna bother you. It did hurt but I’m better now. The doctor’s said I healed near perfect and I got this fancy arm,”
“I would have dropped everything to come see you if I knew,”
“I know, that’s why I didn’t tell you. You got out of this town, I wasn’t gonna have you comin’ back on account of me gettin’ hurt,”
You looked at him, at a loss for words. He purposely didn’t tell you because he knew you, and how you’d react. Part of you wanted to be mad, but the other part understood. You were overwhelmed with emotion. You wanted the counter separating the two of you to disappear so you could hold him close. You settled on reaching across the bar to hold his good hand in yours. He looked taken aback at first, but gave you a gentle squeeze when he saw the look in your eye.
“Don’t be worryin’ about me, you’re supposed to be partyin’ tonight,”
“I’d rather talk to you,” the words came out of your mouth before you could stop them.
“Go, we’ll catch up later,” he gave a small smile that made your heart skip a beat.
You took the tray of shots and headed back to your table. Except it was empty now. You looked around for Sarah and the rest of the bridal party, but they were nowhere to be found. Still carrying the tray of shots, you headed outside to call her. It was colder now and you crossed your arms across your body in an attempt to keep warm.
She picked up on the third ring and you immediately heard a chorus of laughter in the background.
“Hey girl!” her voice came.
“Sarah, where did y’all go I can’t find anyone at the bar,”
“Oh sweetheart I’m so sorry! A few of the girls got real sick and we had to take ‘em home right away! And you were talkin’ to Clyde and I didn’t want to disturb you because you looked so happy!” your stomach formed a huge knot. This was the damn country, there weren’t any ubers or taxis around and Sarah’s parent’s house was a few exits down the highway. It was much too far to walk back.
“So whats the plan then?” you tried not to grit your teeth as you spoke.
“Well, my sister and law and I and come back and get you but it might be a bit. One of the girls threw up in the car and we wanna get it out as fast as possible. You could ask Clyde for a ride home, maybe? I don’t think he could say no to you,”
Ah, there it was. This was probably not an accident. Sarah liked to try to set you up. You thought it was just her taking you here but you realized she’d planned a little further than that.
“Oh! And I left my card at the bar, can you close my tab and stuff?”
You stop for a beat and smile to yourself. You had your own plan now. If she was gonna play this game with you, you were gonna change a few of the rules.
“Sure thing babe, I’ll ask if Clyde can help me out, I’ll be home soon hopefully,” your tone dripped like honey, a rare occasion for you. Sarah was too drunk to notice though and just said her goodbyes.
You hung up and let out a loud sigh. It was almost three in the morning now, way too late for this shit. Way too early too. You headed back into the bar and back over to Clyde. Duck Tape was rather empty at this point, the crowded dance floor had cleared out and your friend was closing out the last few tabs for the night.
“Hey, didya find your friends?” he asked.
“They had to run home for an emergency, so I’m kinda stuck here for a bit,” she settled on telling half of the truth.
“Do you need a ride? I’m pretty much done here, I can take you home if you want,”
“Thats sweet of you, I’d appreciate that. But no need to rush, I don’t want to keep you from your job,”
He stepped away from the cash register and put both arms on the bar counter on either side of yours. He towered over you, his long locks threatening to fall in his face as he spoke softly.
“Darlin’, I’m the owner. I can do whatever I want,” he said as he stared into your eyes with a small smile.
You knew he didn’t mean it like that, but fuck you felt heat pool in your stomach with those words. He’d never called you by a pet name before. You didn’t know if that was something he just said when talking to girls, or if it was just for you but you wanted to be the only girl he’d call darlin’ ever again. You mustered a nod in response and sat on a stool to wait.
“Sarah, um, left her card here. She wanted me to close out her tab,” you mentioned.
“Sure thing, I kept the card but I wasn’t gonna charge her for anything,” he passed the plastic your way. Before he could turn around, you tapped his shoulder with it.
“Actually,” you started. “She said I could get myself something for the trouble. Would you wanna stop by the Exxon station and get some junk food? For old times’ sake?”
He smiled for the second time that night, his eyes crinkling at the corners.
“Only if we can get Slushies,”
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The two of you practically bought out the gas station using Sarah’s card. M&Ms, chips, twinkies, cookies, candy bars, and of course, slushies. You don’t remember when it started, but buying gas station junk food was kind of a thing between you and Clyde. When one of you was having a bad day, you’d both go to the Exxon by the high school and buy as much crap as possible. Slushies were always a must, no matter the weather. Red for you and blue for him.
Since there wasn’t anywhere for you to sit at the gas station except the pavement, you’d accepted his invitation of going to his trailer. He’d noticed you were starting to shiver as you walked through the store and he offered you his coat that he kept in the back seat.
You sat in the passenger seat of his car as you drove down the highway. You were the only car on the road, something Clyde told you he was used to. He worked weird hours because of the bar, and was fine staying up with you. You snuggled further into his coat as you listened to him talk. It was much too large for you, but you didn’t mind. It was warm and smelled like him.
His trailer was just off a main road, tucked in the trees. He told you about how he lived with Jimmy for a while after he and Bobbi Jo divorced and after Clyde’s medical discharge. They never really said it out loud, but they needed each other back then. Now, Jimmy moved to be closer to his daughter and he’s been seeing this girl so he’s all set. And Clyde has the bar, and he’s saved up “a lil bit of cash” so he figured he should get his own place. It looked modest enough from the outside, just a standard trailer.
When he took you inside though, it was a far cry from anything she’d seen in Boone County before. It was clearly new, with no wear and tear in sight. It had a decent sized kitchen, with an even bigger living area. A tv was mounted on the wall in between two large built-in bookcases that were filled with books.
He always did like his books, you thought.
You could only imagine what the rest of the place looked like. You were kind of surprised he could afford this, the bar must be doing really well.
“This place is gorgeous,” you tell him, “did you decorate this yourself?”
“Mellie helped a lot, she’s better with that stuff than I am. I chose the bookshelf though, wanted to have a place to put everything,” He stood next to you, watching you look around.
“Well it looks great, I bet girls love coming over here,” your cheeks heated as you realize what you had just said to him, you turned away to focus on drinking your slushie, trying to use the cheery-flavored ice to cool down.
You didn’t notice as a blush spread across his cheeks. He was thankful for the hair covering his ears because he could feel them burning.
“I don’t get too many girls coming here. Or any, really,” he said.
“I find that very hard to believe,” you tease him. Your mouth was clearly on auto pilot and you decided to just roll with it. “A handsome guy like you? You mean picking up women at the bar is harder when you’re the owner?”
“I don’t know about all that,” his face was getting pink.
“About what?”
“Bein’ handsome. That’s not somethin’ people really think,”
“They’re idiots then,” you say, meeting his gaze. He gave a half-smile, cheeks getting a little pinker.
“Come on, lets sit down and eat all this junk,” Clyde said. You knew he was just changing the subject but you didn’t mind much. He’d always been bad at accepting compliments.
You sat down a respectable distance away and poured out the contents of the gas station bag on the table. You grabbed a pack of m&m’s while he grabbed a Twinkie and you sat in silence for a moment, reminiscing.
“So what’re you up to these days?” He finally asked.
“Nothing exciting really, I got a job in my field of study and have been working there for about four years now. I’m up north now, not too far from where I went to college,”
“That’s nice, I’m glad you’re doin’ well,” he paused for a moment, clearing his throat. “Are you seein’ anyone?”
“Not at the moment no. My last relationship was kinda... intense so I’ve been taking it too slow,” you explain.
“Intense?”
“Well, there was talk of marriage and I thought I wanted that at first, but the person I was seeing was pressuring me and I wasn’t really comfortable with it. And then i found out they were cheating on me and it kinda fell apart from there,” you tried to drown the bitter taste in your mouth with more chocolate, it was kinda working.
“You got cheated on?”
“Yeah, it’s shitty, but at least I didn’t marry them. I got out while it was still relatively easy to. It’s harder once there’s a ring and a wedding involved.”
“I suppose so, and I’m glad you aren’t with them. They don’t deserve you,”
“Thanks,” you mumble, cheeks heating. “I think being at Sarah’s wedding is helping me not be so bitter about it all, her and her fiancé really love each other,”
“That’s good to hear. It’s a shame she had to run off like that, I hope those girls are feelin’ better,”
“Actually,” you press your fingers to your temple, in disbelief that you’re actually going to tell him her plan. “I kinda think she did it on purpose,”
“She’d leave you behind on purpose?” he asked, clearly confused.
“I think she’s got bride brain, she’s too obsessed with love right now. It’s embarrassing...” you start, figuring out if you really wanted to tell him this. “...but I had a crush on you in high school. And I think she thought it’d be a good idea to try and set me up with you because of it,”
He was silent, brow furrowed as he studied you. You didn’t know whether to look at him or not, your gaze flicked between your lap and his face. Suddenly you weren’t so sure of what Jimmy had told you. Maybe he’d just been pulling your leg. Maybe he didn’t really feel the same way and this was all a cruel joke.
“I–it’s stupid, I know. That was like ten years ago, it’s not really helpful to tell you now and Sarah’s clearly out of her damn mind and–”
“I had a crush on you too,” he rushed to say.
Your eyes shot to his. He was picking at the slushie cup in his grip.
“I didn’t know you felt the same, I thought you just wanted to be friends so I never brought it up. And then when i went to the army and you kept sending me letters about how much you missed me and I thought maybe I had a chance.
"I was gonna tell you. I wrote letters where I was gonna tell you when I was afraid I might not make it back. But I never got up the nerve to send them. And when you came and visited me between tours, you were seeing someone else. I didn’t want to come between you. So I stopped writing as much,”
You had no idea he felt that way.
“I wanted to be with you,” you said quietly. He almost missed it. So you spoke again, louder. “They didn’t mean anything, i broke up with them as soon as we got back to school. I— thought I was over you but then hanging out with you that week just brought everything back. I wanted to be with you, Clyde,”
“And now?” he asked, his tone almost ghostly.
“Now…” you swallowed, his dark eyes felt like they were going to swallow you whole as he waited for your answer. “I walked into that bar tonight, saw you, and knew nothing had changed for me—”
His lips were on yours in an instant. You were shocked at first, barely registering what happened. This was something you’d only dreamt of, and now here he was, kissing you like you were the only thing that mattered in the world. Your hands tangled tentatively in his dark curls, something you’d been longing to touch all night. He leaned into your touch, deepening the kiss. He broke it when he needed air, chest rising and falling lightly as he looked at you.
“I’ve been wanting to do that since I was 16,” he said.
“I’ve been wanting you to do that since I was 16,” you smiled, pulling him back in.
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seriously big spoilers, don’t read on if you haven’t seen or don’t want to know about endgame
i’m pleased with endgame, i really loved it and i didn’t realise that is apparently an unpopular opinion until i got onto old tungle dot com here. everyone i know who was also at a midnight launch was happy with it, people came out of it extremely satisfied so... idk. but here’s why i loved it:
- it was funny. and i have issues with the comedy and comedic timing of a lot of marvel movies not giving time for dramatic moments to fucking breathe before going into a joke or a wise crack but both infinity war and endgame balanced the comedy and drama well imo
- let’s not lie to ourselves, it was complete fanservice for a good chunk of the movie. but it was the best kind of fanservice. there were so many moments people fucking CHEERED AND CLAPPED in the cinema when i saw it, like cap wielding mjolnir against thanos, when the avengers and the armies of wakanda and so many systems thanos destroyed came to help fuck him up, on your left, pepper in the rescue armour, the mcu ladies gathering for a big showdown while carol is transporting the stones etc.
- tony’s death is utterly heartbreaking, especially in light of him and pepper having a child and tony trying to forge a life with a family in the wake of the snap. but it was a satisfying and fitting end for his time in the mcu. this all began with iron man in 2008, this all began with tony and rdj, it would not have felt right for anyone else to defeat thanos in the end, and i think we all knew defeating thanos would require the sacrifice or a life or two. most expected it to be steve, but tony fits better imo. his decision to use the stones to save the world while knowing his body would not be physically capable of handling it was heroic, and heartbreaking, and he got a beautiful send off. It was a great way of honoring tony and rdj’s contributions to the franchise and i was sobbing.
- i’m actually glad carol was not the big weapon to be used to defeat thanos in the movie like was teased in promo material. the fact that the majority of fighting against thanos was from the big three original tentpoles of the mcu (tony, steve, thor) working together was exhilarating, satisfying, and ultimately how it should have gone. i also like that they’ve established carol as not just a defender of earth - that the snap affected many other planets and she is choosing to help all of them as best she can, not just earth. she only properly comes back to earth when thanos arrives with his army to help with the fight. would i have liked more of her present after enjoying her so much in her solo outing? yeah, but this was the end of 22 movies, a lot of characters deserved and needed time, and she is the newest addition. it’s fair that she didn’t get too much focus when this was essentially a love letter and goodbye to characters who have been around in the mcu (NOT THE COMICS, OK. YOU GOTTA TREAT THE MCU AS OBJECTIVELY SEPARATE BECAUSE A LOT OF PEOPLE ARE WATCHING THESE MOVIES WITH LITTLE TO NO COMIC KNOWLEDGE, THEY’RE ATTACHED TO THE MCU, NOT NECESSARILY MARVEL COMICS). also the new haircut is big sexy and i hope they keep it.
- BIG UNPOPULAR OPINION TIME: i liked steve’s ending, fucking sue me. people saying he abandoned bucky, bucky clearly knew he as at least CONSIDERING remaining in the past, if he had not outright told bucky that was his plan. steve choosing to retire from the fight makes sense for his arc. people hating him for going back and not doing anything with hydra/shield/bucky/etc. did not pay attention to the (admittedly flimsy) laws of time travel established. steve could not go back and change their pasts to directly affect the present, it would simply create an alternate timeline. THIS IS WHY THEY HAD TO DO A SECOND SNAP IN THE FIRST PLACE. STOPPING THANOS FROM DOING THE ORIGINAL SNAP WOULD NOT CHANGE ANYTHING IN THE TIMELINE THEY RETURNED TO, BECAUSE IT WOULD JUST BE A BRANCH FROM THAT MOMENT. the whole reason the stones had to go back in the first place was so those extra timelines weren’t created. it’s not hard to theorise and imagine steve actually did save bucky and stop hydra if you want to, but by the laws established in the movie, it would not directly impact the timeline of the already established movies. feel free to imagine that old steve was from another timeline where he did all that - but he unfortunately can’t save the bucky standing next to sam and bruce there. him going back to live out the rest of his life in peace with the woman he loves does not erase what he has done in all previous movies. it gives him a fucking break and allows him to do one thing for himself and his happiness that largely has little consequence, and means we get to see an end to steve as cap without him dying. i’m ignoring the icky sharon situation simply because it hasn’t been acknowledged anyway since civil war and it wasn’t properly built up to before then anyway so fuck it. and peggy gets to be happy too - whether she would have been happy or not without steve, does it really matter? there’s a timeline where she gets to be happy with him like she did want at least at one point, so fuck it.
- on that note as well the ancient one didn’t say changing the past would doom the alternate timelines, she said taking the time stone from them would doom them in that timeline, because they wouldn’t have the time stone anymore, it would never be given to strange and he would never be able to defeat dormammu. which is WHY. THE AVENGERS WERE GONNA TAKE ALL THE STONES BACK TO THOSE POINTS IN TIME, SO THAT THINGS CONTINUE ON THE COURSE THEY ORIGINALLY DID
- as with anything involving this much time travel PLOTHOLES ABOUND but i can largely ignore them just for the fun the movie had with it, and i don’t care enough to really see them resolved. nebula killed her past self but is still around? the thanos dusted at the end is actually past thanos as are all his lackies and so won’t be around to create infinity war which is required for endgame to happen? fuck it, i guess it’s just another branching timeline. idc, love karen gillan as nebula can’t wait to see her as a permanent gotg. thanos getting dusted was a nice satisfying fu. loki just up and disappeared with the space stone when they failed to get it from the avengers point in time (LITERALLY Y’ALL TWISTING YOUR NICKERS ABOUT STEVE AND IGNORING THAT THIS WOULD ERASE LOKI BEING THERE FOR DARK WORLD BECAUSE HE WOULDN’T BE THERE FOR THOR TO TAKE HIM HOME, AND SUBSEQUENTLY THEN NOT BE THERE FOR RAGNAROK.) but again, this is a movie that is largely serving as fan service/a love letter, so i’m electing to ignore it. this is a superhero movie, for gods sake, i don’t need it to make sense 100% of the time. we don’t question a lot of the other rules this universe has established in the past, and also in this movie (like y’all they just up and survived thanos bombing the avengers compound til it was dust. CLINT SURVIVED THAT. HE’S A HUMAN HE HAS NO SUPERSUIT OR POWERS. HE SHOULD’VE DIED. BUT AGAIN. DO YOU GIVE A FUCK THAT THAT IS IGNORED? NO. BUT YOU WANNA GET PISSED ABOUT STEVE GETTING A HAPPY ENDING).
- clint finally having plot relevance and a good storyline in an avengers movie hell yes. he opens the movie and it’s a great way to frame just how fucked the world was thanks to thanos after infinity war. his decision to go on a killing spree is kinda understandable - thanos’ snap didn’t differentiate between good and bad, he’s bitter that his entire family was wiped out but asshole murderers and drug dealers still exist? it’s an approach to vigilantism that i enjoy unpicking in superhero stuff, it’s why i like heroes like red hood.
- it’s a shame nat had to die, and that her and gamora won’t be coming back from the soul stone sacrifices (unless they pull a “actually they got brought back too” thing later. star lord was running a search for gamora at the end after all). but makes sense narratively that she was the one to go rather than clint. he had his family, it would just be one more depressing thing to have his family come back with him not there and nat the one to break it. seeing her go is sad, for a character that largely unfortunately hasn’t got much focus or (well written) development in the avengers movies, but it was a fitting end to her whole “wanting to wipe the red from her ledger” deal, and her and clint’s friendship was beautiful.
- i love hulk!bruce. i love bruce embracing the hulk, not being afraid of him, or his nature as the hulk anymore. it was a nice way to end his arc too.
- ‘nother unpopular opinion, i don’t hate how thor’s arc went either. i would love him to be the leader of asgard, and maybe that can be his future. i’m disappointed it’s not him now, but i think it’s a reaction to the unexpected popularity ragnarok got, and as a consequence that his mcu character got where previously his solo outings had been considered some of the weaker instalments. there’s not much big superhero action to be had in him ruling new asgard, but the potential for another thor outing, or a stint with the guardians, offers more chance for marvel to rake in some more millions with his popularity. doesn’t mean he can’t become ruler of asgard later, and i hope that will be his fate eventuality. but it also nicely rounds out the core three passing down legacies - steve leaves his legacy as captain america with sam, tony leaves his legacy as iron man with the ironfam and peter, thor leaves his legacy as ruler of asgard with valkyrie. we know peter continues on as spidey in his next movie, rhodey will likely at least have a supporting role in future avengers stuff/other heroes’ movies going forward, sam will likely be captain america in the sam/bucky tv show, and valkyrie was a popular side character with potential for stuff going forward (that rumoured lady sif show could be about new asgard or involve valkyrie in some form?). thor probably got the least out of the core three, but i think it’s because they now want to keep the potential for more thor in the future.
- the final fight was epic, and it put into context the line up for the future of the mcu we have and how exciting it is (spidey, captain marvel, black panther, doctor strange (never thought i’d say that but infinity war and endgame really made me like him and the mystic arts element of the mcu more), potential legacy characters like sam, rhodey/pepper, valkyrie, wanda, because i don’t think her story is done yet, the guardians, scott and hope).
- the final credits with the original 6 avengers getting special sliders with the actors signatures was a real nice touch i got goosebumps.
- it was a good way to wipe the slate semi-clean for a next generation of the mcu, without completely killing off and erasing all that came before. the mcu isn’t like comics where it can just perpetually exist in an undefined era where characters don’t age for years on end, there do need to be definitive ends to some of these characters and their arcs unless you just wanna recast them every 5 years so they can remain ageless.
#endgame spoilers below the cut#just my general thoughts that i wanna just shoot out there#really don't read if you don't want to be spoiled#endgame spoilers#spoilers#avengers spoilers#this is pro endgame btw lol i know y'all gonna hate that but#not all my thoughts because i wanna rewatch it again so my brain can actually retain the info#but i enjoyed it! idc#and this isn't in a 'the last 5 minutes left me on a high at 3am so i forgot about the things i didn't like until later' like with tlj#there was no sinking moment of disappointment for me ONCE during this movie#whereas for like the first 1 and a half hours of tlj that's all i felt
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A Cuppa Joe for 3 January 2019
Regarding Patriotism
Patriotism. What the fuck IS that exactly? I used to think it stemmed from the nation’s actual motto “E Pluribus Unum” meaning “From Many, One” where we all stand together, united, as one people, Americans, and look out for one another. That was a hard delusion to wake up from. While such a thing is possible if we so desire it, it isn’t going to happen evidently. Seriously, think about this for a moment. Who do you see the most out here going on about “patriotism” today? Angry white dudes. I don’t see African Americans out there blowing the “Look at me, asshole! I’m a PATRIOT!” horns loudly, nor anyone from the LGBTQ community or from any minority such as our Islamic/Arabic neighbors who came here to get away from all the radical, violent religious bullshit and just want to pray in peace. Angry. White. Dudes. All pining for a “Christian Nation” while acting exactly the opposite to the teachings of Christ. They clean their guns and play circle-jerk warrior in the woods with their limp-dick friends because they’re too much of a sad sack to actually JOIN the military and SERVE. THAT would be Patriotism.
Then again, is serving in the military really being patriotic anymore? I was proud when I served, but looking back on it, WHO was I really serving? Was I truly protecting the US from some threat? Not really. We’re on the other side of the planet, far away from any direct threat. Two massive oceans divide us from any other military that may want to harm us. Then again, WHY would any other military even WANT to harm us? Could it have something to do with the way this nation invades other nations to topple their elected governments and establish banana republics in order to get what “we” want from them? By “we”, I of course don’t mean that you or I give a shit what the price of bananas is. Oil, on the other hand… We all care about oil prices because we’re constantly being blocked from developing and using green power sources so that the rich twats in Big Fossil Fuels can get even richer. They spend thousands on buying elected officials here who band together and pass a tax break law that gives those rich twats savings in the millions and even billions.
But do Central and South American nations have a mobile force to invade us? Fuck no. What about Persian nations that we and other European nations carved up for oil field access, ignoring the territories if Sunni and Shiite, creating nations that have all sort of in-fighting between the two peoples? That’s on us, kids. Still, they don’t have a military worth a damn that can cross the oceans and get to us. So is being over THERE being “patriotic” and really defending our freedom? Fuck no. So WHO are we serving? Rich. White. Dudes. Period. Are THEY “patriotic”? They bribe the government to use military force in nations that they want something from, like oil, or poppy fields for Big Pharma, and they USE us as cheap mercenaries; cannon fodder to secure their FINANCIAL interests, and the thanks veterans get when they get home is shit wages, their families on some sort of financial assistance, and when they need medical or mental health, we practically ignore them and then wonder why the suicide rate for returning vets is so high. Fewer mouths for Uncle Sam to feed, right? Meanwhile, the rich, white dudes don’t ever have to look at them or deal with them and even though the blood is on their hands from war, they weren’t the ones sent in to do the killing. THEY don’t have to deal with the consequences; they just cash in and get rich. No guilt. No empathy. No PTSD. Nada. Just loads of cash. Meanwhile, we use up our munitions and equipment and keep the War Machine and major contractors super-financed in contracts that aren’t bid for anymore. That doesn’t sound at all patriotic to me, but there’s something you need to understand.
YOU are not a person, you’re a component. You’re something to exploit and rob. When people in government today see “We the People” they automatically see that as “We the Rich Fuckers” and the rest of us are the plebes; the livestock that generates money for them and we don’t matter to them. If we did, we’d have had free healthcare coverage and education decades ago, and it’d also be the best on the planet and there’d be a sense of pride in being an American from the richest down to the poorest because we’d be at our healthiest and our smartest. Instead, we revel in our arrogance, our ignorance, and our stupidity. We roll in a puddle of hubris and it seems that most “patriots” don’t even know what that word means. THAT, dear Joes, is the new definition of “patriotism” among the ‘plebe class’, and just like in days of Olde, when the Constitution was first drafted, “People” meant the wealthy class who owned land and property and were the only ones who voted. They got the good food, the good medicine, and the good education while you got little to none of any of it and you’d have been working since the day you could walk and talk at the same time until the day you dropped dead. That’s what MAGA is all about, only trumplefuckstick’s supporters are poor, stupid fucks who must believe that they’re really millionaires who are temporarily inconvenienced at the moment and that they’ll be rich soon with 45 at the helm.
Their idea of “patriotism” is to literally shit on everyone here that isn’t of their ilk- ignorant-as-fuck white, cist-gendered, white, “Christian” MEN or their brainwashed, sidekick women who dine on hate as well. They’re praying for the End of Days one moment, while hoping that just before that happens they get an opportunity to hunt down and murder Obama or HRC or just go on an all-out “nigger hunt” or a chance to do-in the “towelheads” living here. They’re praying for a chance to slaughter anyone LGBTQ because the bible calls them an abomination to be destroyed. They give me the impression that they watch “The Handmaiden’s Tale” and jerk off to it because using women as breeding stock and enslaving them and killing the “uppity ones” is a dirty, wet dream of theirs, and they call it “patriotic”.
So someone out there, please remind me what it truly means to be a Patriot of the United States of America. As far as I can see, we went from aspirations towards “Ask not what your country can do for you; ask what you can do for your country” to “I got mine; fuck the rest of y’all! Bootstraps, fucker! Pull yourself up or just die ‘cause I’m not going to help you. I had to work hard to get what I’ve got. Get a job!” Instead of looking UP at the rich and powerful shitting on us, too many of us are looking down at those less fortunate than those wielding the “White Privilege” card and blaming the POOR for all their woes as they look down their noses at them and continue to let the shit roll downhill instead of reaching down to help someone up. It’s a disgrace. It’s the OPPOSITE of being patriotic. It’s the COMPLETE OPPOSITE of what I was taught it meant to be an actual Christian and frankly, the level of hypocrisy from the religious people here is sickening, insulting, and fucking INSANE.
I tire of so-called “Christians” showing up here telling me that they’re not ALL bad. Well, they ARE. If you’re watching evil transpire before you and you do NOTHING, you’re guilty of that evil too, and frankly I am still waiting for some sort of allied Christian movement to get together enough to call out the ‘false prophets’ getting rich in this country and getting behind, en masse, to see to it we get Universal Healthcare for ALL, a bolstered safety net program that includes “food stamps”, the promotion of medicines and science because if there is a god, we were blessed with senses that should be trying to study how He/She/It made the universe and how to make the world a healthier, safer place of PEACE, not a nation with a bloated military budget that can’t even pass muster when audited while people here in our own country are going hungry and homeless because “fuck you, you peasant, that’s why”. If your idea of being a “Christian” is ignoring the bible and praying at home, in private and you insist on going to a tax have to pray (yes, church) then you’d better be DOING something to fight against the evils sweeping the nation and against the tenants of Jesus. Evangelicals, or Talibangelists as I call them, are on the move. Where the fuck are YOU? Yeah, hanging around your community trying to do “good deeds” is sweet and all, but wouldn’t it fight hunger and poverty MORE, in line with Christ’s teachings, if you got off your ass and rallied AGAINST the Talibangelists and called them out on their bullshit? Where’s your presence in the REAL clear and present danger here? Where is YOUR voice when it comes to defeating the false prophets we’ve been warned repeatedly about?
>Matthew 7:15 clearly states “Beware of false prophets who come to you in sheep’s clothing but inwardly are raving wolves.” Perhaps you “Christians” should STOP ELECTING THEM! Forwarding and backing known pedophiles and sex offenders doesn’t sound too Christian OR patriotic to me.
>Matthew 24:11 Jesus says “and many false prophets will appear and lead many astray.” Sounds like the brainless twats on FOX and trumplefuckstick lying to the masses who slop back the shit like it is gravy and not the feces that it is.
>Matthew 24:24 says “For false messiahs and false prophets will appear and perform great signs and wonders to deceive, if possible, even the elect.”
>Second Peter 2:1-3 “But false prophets also arose among the people, just as there will be false teachers among you, who will secretly bring in destructive heresies, even denying the Master who bought them, bringing upon themselves swift destruction. And many will follow their sensuality, and because of them the way of truth will be blasphemed. And in their greed they will exploit you with false words. Their condemnation from long ago is not idle, and their destruction is not asleep.”
>First John 4:1 “Dear friends, do not believe every spirit, but test the spirits to see whether they are from God, because many false prophets have gone out into the world.” So forgive my skepticism of all you alleged “Christians”, but I’ll believe in you when you SHOW me that you’re not all talk and no ACTION.
> Jeremiah 23:16 Tell me this one doesn’t apply to suckers who vote GOP and Corporate Democrat as well as those fuckwits who go to mega-churches to throw away their money and their souls: “This is what the LORD Almighty says: “Do not listen to what the prophets are prophesying to you; they fill you with false hopes. They speak visions from their own minds, not from the mouth of the LORD.”
> Ezekiel 13:9 “My hand will be against the prophets who see false visions and who give lying divinations. They shall not be in the council of my people, nor be enrolled in the register of the house of Israel, nor shall they enter the land of Israel. And you shall know that I am the Lord God.” We have truly FAILED as a nation at this one, kids. So quit with all the religious preaching on my page. If you haven’t sold all you own and have given it all to the poor, then I’m not going to take you seriously. (Matthew 19:21 and Luke 18:22).
From what my parents and grandparents taught me, part of being a Patriot was to confront evil and help those in need, and honestly, I’m not seeing it from the “Christian” community, only their hubris and vanity and a defensive sense of pride compounded with an extremist element here that uses the Bible as license to commit all manner of atrocities against their fellow countrymen/women etc. even though we were WARNED about this sort of fuckery- “because they are turning whole families away from the truth by their false teaching. And they do it only for money” (Titus 1:11) AND “Perverse disputings of men of corrupt minds, and destitute of the truth, supposing that gain is godliness: from such withdraw thyself.” (1 Timothy 6:5).
If you haven’t noticed, we are HERE:
> 2nd Tim 4:3-4 “the time is coming when people will not endure sound teaching, but having itching ears they will accumulate for themselves teachers to suit their own passions and will turn away from listening to the truth and wander off into myths.” So let’s just pull this sanctimonious bus off to the side of the pretentiousness highway and cut the shit with your religious ramblings and let’s focus on saving the world and figuring out what it truly means to be “patriotic”, shall we? We SHOULD be looking out for one another REGARDLESS of religious beliefs.
Having said all that, Dear Joes, tell me this- how do YOU define “Patriotism” today?
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