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jacksintention · 11 months

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I'm thinking again on the fact that so often comments, criticism and readings on Jack dwell a lot on how he is barely human/a person/doesn't have a personality at the point of the story and, while I somewhat understand these points, I find them so lacking. I find them... ableist? I'm always doubtful to use the word here because I'm not sure if it's applied in this kind (mental health) of context, but something like that. And I find them extremely simplistic.

However, honestly, a big part of the reason for these readings being so popular is that the manga itself words it that way. But that's one of the problems I find in the manga. When I say P.andora Hear.ts is very good but unfortunately it is very manga-like at times, besides the 2000s homojokes and the like, I'm usually thinking about things like this. I feel like often characters and situations that are (potentially) very intricate instead of getting insightful deep overviews often get screwed by the writing itself, which falls into very manga tropes a lot in a bad way (not that every manga has to fall into them, or that every manga trope has to be bad or written badly).

I don't know... For instance, I'd argue R.askolnikov's capacity for love in Cr.ime and Punishmen.t is debatable, but it's never treated as if it made him less of a person, a human being or made him not have a personality. I'd say not even Svidrigailo.v, who is as much a Bad Guy™ as a character can be, gets that treatment by the writing. I'd say that even him or Mikol.ka are written as fully fleshed human beings with their intricate internal lives and feelings. Svidrig.ailov's last scene with D.unya is fascinating for both characters and spins the whole dynamic and makes you question the entire narrative and veracity of not only those two characters, but brings to mind several other conversations among different characters and throws light (and doubt!) on the main plot between R.askolnikov and Porf.iry.

In similar situations, Jack's humanity, personhood and personality are debated, doubted and even full on accepted as vanished. No one reads Crim.e and Punishmen.t and comes to the same conclusions about Raskolni.kov, Svidrig.ailov, Sony.a or Razu.mikhin. The writing doesn't allow it. The writing doesn't allow you to forget that humanity is diverse and multifaceted, that it can be sad and cruel and loving and monstrous, even all at the same time, or that a person may struggle with feeling at all; and one is still a person.

#This honestly is one of the things if not The Thing that frustrates me the most of P.H #I've seen this kind of 'that's not a person/human/doesn't have a personality anymore' readings with The S.tranger by Camu.s #And they were imo also simplistic (and that's coming from someone who didn't like the book)#They were also made by my Ethics professor in college who was from the O.pus De.i #Anyway this is a post because I imagined I wouldn't be able to fit everything in the tags #I should probably delete this later #but I wanted to get it out of my system first. I've been thinking about this a lot again after reading the guides and I got angry again #I don't think manga as a medium necessarily has to treat characters this way #but there's often a big simplification of characters in general in a particular flavour #And I think Jack (arguably Vincent too) suffers from this. The exact same thing happening with Jack could be written slightly differently #and cease to have that shonen manga for edgy teens flavour it gets in like two pages #that doesn't ruin but definitely stains a 104 chapters characterisation that was so well crafted #(especially given most fans take everything at face value without thinking much about anything like vacuum cleaners of text)#I don't know. Despite how this manga is a lot about humanity being able to exist or take place #beyond the conditions of one's existence being “fake” through our actions and relationships with others‚ ourselves and the world‚#I don't like how characters like Jack are treated in that context #I understand why it's done and what it's trying to say‚ the Jack/O.z foil is super interesting in that regard. I don't even think #the writing fully falls into the mistake of 'thinking' Jack is not human/a person. But I find very unfortunate some of the writing choices #when dwelling on this‚ and even so distasteful at times #And as a consequence many fans just take the slippery slope and make a cardboard mimicry out of some great characters #But the manga/writing concedes a bit with that angsty teen air. And it's frustrating #I talk too much #Trying to pseudocensor words for the first time #to see if this way my 4am soliloquies won't appear in the tags of people just living their lives #Tumblr please let me rant about nothingness that interests only me without disturbing anyone please #I'm already mad I can't tag these at all anymore in my own blog for organisational reasons without them appearing for everyone everywhere

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padfootastic · 2 years

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I’m loving the discourse here about Sirius fanon (mis)characterization, and I just wanted to add, if we take canon situations which point to Sirius’ impulsiveness, they are - going after Peter in 1981, his attempts to break into Gryffindor tower and coming back into the country when Harry’s scar hurt. I did not include going to the DoM because I don’t think this was impulsive, unless Remus, Tonks, Moody, Kingsley and Dumbledore going to the DoM is also called ‘impulsive’. His godson was in danger, he had a far better reason than the others (including the Aurors still on Ministry payroll, pretending to be supporting Fudge) to go to the DoM. If we look at the other examples, we can see that the main reasons behind his actions are usually (in no particular order) grief, love for his godson, and trauma. In fact, we know that despite his grief, he even tried to take Harry in 1981. It was only when he was denied by Hagrid (Dumbledore, really) that he goes after Peter.

I completely agree that the big deal made out of his ‘recklessness’ and ‘impulsivity’ in OOTP were completely out of the blue. What really frustrates me about that is also that neither Molly nor Hermione ever apologize for their comments or behavior. I’d have liked to see Molly acknowledge she was unfair to Sirius, because she was panicking about her family being in danger, or Hermione acknowledging that she was passing judgement on Sirius because she had no idea what she was talking about when it comes to PTSD or trauma. Fans are quick to forget that she’s equally as clueless about how to deal with Harry’s PTSD in OOTP, but somehow all of this disappears in time for HBP, and everyone ‘moves on’.

The only person who truly understands Sirius (as much as he can, when dealing with his own trauma) in OOTP is Harry. Remus’ nonchalance at keeping Sirius imprisoned in a house with his worst childhood memories is also baffling. Actually, Harry’s reactions are most often a parallel to Sirius’ reactions - Harry running after Bellatrix, like Sirius went after Peter, after the death of the only family they had. But, Harry’s actions or reactions are always portrayed in a heroic light, they are always because of his love, or saving-people-thing (an oversimplification from Hermione that also frustrates me). JKR’s bias in her portrayal of Sirius is obvious, and fans seem to have run with the caricature they made of Sirius in the movies and in Hermione and Molly’s OOTP words.

hello anon! 💜 you and me both, tbh. i hadn’t quite realised how many people were disgruntled with sirius’ fanon self so its quite fun for me to see all these interpretations.

re the DoM, i thought this was a wonderful post analysing why it wasn’t reckless of him to go, like u said.

re the other things, definitely—loyalty, love, trauma, and grief make up so much of his core traits/responses. people like attributing selfishness/recklessness/immaturity to his decision to go after Peter but i don’t agree with them tbh. he’s just lost his james, he’s in a haze of grief and anger and guilt, and along comes a person who takes his godson on the orders of someone who’s the leader of their side in the war. why wouldn’t sirius, who’s deferred to the order before (harry’s bday), listen? especially when it gives him a chance to go after the traitor? it’s not a stretch, or arrogance, to think he’d be (the only one) capable of catching peter—no one else knows about the switch *and* the animagus thing, after all. it’s entirely possible for him to think about it in terms of neutralising a threat tbh. and iirc, he didn’t even go after peter to kill him or wtv? i’m pretty sure it was firstly a ‘how could u do this’ endeavour but also he’s morally against that kind of violence, isn’t he?

and yes! it frustrated me sm that the narrative itself justified molly and hermione, even when they’re categorically wrong (atleast imo). i’m pretty sure sirius’ arc (and james, to a lesser extent) is why the ‘show, not tell’ thing has made such an impression on me because jkr told us a whole lot about sirius but showed the exact opposite and that’s led to this clusterfuck of a canon characterisation lol.

remus’ lack of care about sirius being imprisoned in GP makes me think that maybe he didn’t know all that much about his childhood, tbh. it lends even more credence to my hc that only james did. there was a shocking lack of care towards the kind of abuse walburga’s portrait & kreacher were hurling at sirius and the implications it had. and harry definitely showed an amount of care & understanding that others didn’t, imo. that comparison between umbridge and walburga, for one. the sirius-harry parallels are unending, aren’t they? because that’s such a good point about peter/bellatrix. it’s interesting how similar actions, similar motivations can be demonised one way and praised the other.

#sirius black #sbds #i’ve also seen some fics where sirius decides not to fight for harry w hagrid bc of the gentle giant thing #hagrid is super loyal to dumbledore and perhaps doesn’t realise his strength and S didn’t want to risk anything happening to H #with remus—u can make him ignorant or a terrible person for not caring. personally i’m on board with either but i think the first is more li #more likely*#also i’m personally a fan of harry using the cruciatus. i think the boy needed to go feral more often #so i’m not saying he should be demonised for that #just that it’s a diffference in narrative justification that’s interesting #(the way the text is used to make even the most messed up things ok is an important theme tho)#(like snape’s treatment of harry justified by the retconned james bullied him mess) but that’s another rant that i don’t wanna get into lol #the jkr bias against sirius annoys me sm. like i think an author has the right to feel whatever about a character #but the effect it’s had on his characterisation in fandom is what rly gets me #because despite all odds-sirius *is* one of the most competent characters. no matter how much she disliked him #she still make him smart and powerful and badass and hot as fuck #and yet. it’s all stripped away?#because the narrative excuses it?#it’s the weirdest dichotomy #pen’s asks

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azfell-ajcrowley · 1 month

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Something we didn't notice (part 2)

part 1

Overall, the meta is based on close observation of Aziraphale (for the most part) and Crowley. Without speculation or trying to guess what we haven't been shown (well, almost).

The Metatron makes it clear that he is watching Aziraphale delivering the "good news". Aziraphale looks back at him.

The first thing I'd like to explain. The Metatron is talking to Muriel, and then he stares at the window of the bookshop duplicating that gaze toward Crowley. The frame changes and we see Aziraphale looking out the same window, just for a second, but he will do it repeatedly.

As Crowley starts his monologue, Aziraphale tries to stop him by gesturing for him not to say too much, while looking out the window himself. Aziraphale continues to turn to the window with every meaningful attempt to speak.

Let's also note that Aziraphale doesn't usually behave in a similar way in conversations with Crowley. Yes, Aziraphale is characterised by active gesticulation, but the constant pauses, averting his eyes from the interlocutor, nervous and jerky movements - these are messengers that angel is holding something back, hiding or simply doesn't want to tell. Most often we see this Aziraphale in conversations with the leadership - God and Archangels.

https://commonmexicanname.tumblr.com/post/734305363759890432/good-omens-thoughts

Here's a prime example, comparing his interaction with Archangels when he's caught off guard and frantically trying to figure out how to get out of the situation.

I don't think Aziraphale is just lying to Crowley here, no. He just has an audience beyond Crowley. He tries to tell everything, knowing he has more than one viewer.

When Aziraphale mentions the Metatron, he is not just hinting, he points his index fingers - one at the window, another at Heaven, and then in a distinctly active quick motion once more at the WINDOW.

And again - turns his face to the window at the words about Gabriel failing, and then tilts his head towards the transparent panes of the bookshop.

The conversation with the Metatron is important, among other things, to assess Aziraphale's behaviour when Crowley is mentioned by his superiors. At the words about their partnership Aziraphale looks frightened: his facial muscles are tense, his forehead and eyebrows are furrowed, and there is a terror in his eyes.

When the God's spokesman concludes his really suspicious speech, Aziraphale swallows nervously and averts his eyes. He certainly doesn't look like someone who's been offered the fulfilment of his cherished dream. And not like someone who believes it.

Aziraphale looks like someone who has just found out what an enormous amount of incriminating information is in his opponent's possession.

"Tell me you said no. Tell me you said NO." Crowley is definitely shocked and horrified, he thinks the best of his angel. He can't believe what's going on (and he isn't supposed to).

Aziraphale turns his head towards the window again as an answer.

He actually said:

And

We see him right before he walks into the bookshop, he never says yes to the Metatron.

Aziraphale utters his most delusional words while looking out the window. Of course, they're not meant for Crowley. Aziraphale hasn't believed it for a long time, Crowley even more so.

And then Crowley says "Oh, God", without correcting himself afterwards, because this demon can only hope in God here.

For a second Aziraphale has a look of hope on his face that Crowley has realised what he's getting at. Then Aziraphale realises that Crowley is trying to confess. He's waited for so long not to realise. He was about to confess too.

Aziraphale already knows everything Crowley is about to tell him, but more importantly, literally everyone already knows it. It's impossible to stay and start pretending again that there's nothing between them.

Aziraphale has a completely blank stare past Crowley, and then he looks out the window. Again.

And then the most interesting thing happens. Crowley starts his line "And I would like to spend…" But he turns his head and finally looks out the window, where Aziraphale has been pointing so hard since the beginning of their conversation.

Maybe that's the reason Crowley doesn't complete the sentence. And he begins to pick up different words. Maybe not, maybe the sun from the outside is preventing him from seeing the Metatron.

In the final part of their conversation, when they move closer to the bookshop's door, Aziraphale looks towards the window again.

After "no nightingales" line he turns away to hide his feelings and pain.

The cherry on the cake is the kiss, Aziraphale is falling into the abyss. He averts his eyes trying to figure out if the Metatron could have seen what just happened.

When Crowley leaves, Aziraphale thinks he's lost him. But then, even when the Metatron walks in and says devaluing words about Crowley, Aziraphale can't tear himself away from the window, because now he can see Crowley there. Maybe not everything is lost.

Aziraphale retreats back to the clock - to the very spot where Crowley was standing a few minutes ago. He looks out the window at Crowley, as if to say, "I stand where you stood, you stand where the Metatron stood."

#aziraphale #crowley #good omens #good omens meta #ineffable husbands #final fifteen #good ineffable omens #good omens 2 #good omens analysis #good omens parallels #ineffable divorce #ineffable spouses #the final fifteen #the metatron #good omens finale #good omens theories #good omens thoughts #good omens theory #good omens clues

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alicentsgf · 1 year

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nothing is more subtle or more heartbreaking to me than alicent in the wedding feast scene. and half these shots dont even follow her, they follow viserys shes just in the background, (which just perfectly sums up the way alicent and her desires are stifled by viserys/his wants just btw)

so shes just watched whatever it was that was happening between daemon and rhaenyra. salt in a very fresh wound. and as far as i can work out was literally tearing up over it (if we look at the screenshot above). but then people are screaming and pushing and shoving and alicent instinctively gets up before anyone else at the table even does, still looking like shes about to cry the whole time, right up until the moment she realises its not just pushing and shoving - theres a fight happening exactly where rhaenyra was just a moment before, and suddenly her expression changes to this shot of her blatantly worrying about rhaenyra:

"but lydia, how do you know shes worried about rhaenyra? she could just be in shock at seeing the fight and concerned in general."

because its spelled out for us the next time we see her:

this shows us pretty obviously alicents only really interested in where rhaenyra is. this is a tv show, they don't show someone's reaction to something just for the sake of it and alicent is the only person we see react to rhaenyra being safe. she even appears to relax at the end, as if relieved.

this very clearly sets the stage for alicent's refusal to accept any physical harm to rhaenyra - so we can understand why she feels so much guilt and self-loathing over slicing open rhaenyra's arm, and why she is so adamant about protecting rhaenyra in episode 9 even after everything she and rhaenyra have put each other through. just as rhaenyra has a desire to reconcile with alicent she cant shake, reaching out for her even in moments when shes been given no reason to hope (like at the council in episode 6 and dinner in episode 8), alicent has this desperate need to make sure rhaenyra's safe, even at times when she has no intention of reconciling with her. even when shes at her most hostile, harbouring enough resentment to show up to rhaenyras wedding wearing a declaration of war, alicent still cant stomach the thought of rhaenyra being physically harmed. and it doesn't seem to be an aspect of her characterisation thats going anywhere anytime soon.

#the subtext is subtexting !#thats a useless lesbian if i ever saw one #hotd #alicent hightower #rhaenicent #rhaenyra targaryen #hotd meta #hotd thoughts #just look at her face #fuck #i have tried to make this post 10 times. its been gathering dust in my drafts #because i literally cant express how insane alicent in this scene makes me #also i feel this explains why i have such an issue with the post-birth scene. it goes against alicents #characterisation as we've been led to understand it otherwise #for her to be largely unaffected by rhaenyras pain

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sabertoothwalrus · 7 months

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hi !! just curious because i was looking at your adventure time episode guide and i love hearing other peoples adventure time takes !! how come you don't like finn's characterisation in together again?

I've talked about it before here and here!

But also I'm gonna say more and share some art I did in 2021 for a rewrite comic that I never got around to doing

So again to reiterate: Adventure Time is usually VERY good at making it feel like time passes, even when you're not watching. It's something about what they don't show that tells you everything you need to know.

Together Again did not do this.

It really really felt like they were avoiding showing Finn as an adult, as if they wanted to leave his post-show life ambiguous. Which, now that Fionna and Cake has shown us literally that, it makes Together Again feel even more wrong?? Like. imagine you have to pick a moment from your life that represents You™ the most. Together Again said that Finn, after living his whole life and dying as an old man, feels most represented by how he was at 17. I do not buy this. I am 25, and I cannot fathom identifying by my 17 year old self. I was a completely different person then, I was still cooking. I can imagine most people feel the same. And ok, so maybe Finn DOES for some reason feel stuck at 17? Explain to me why!! What needed to happen to him that made him feel that way?

And before you just say "it's because Jake died," there's still too much that was left out. How old was Finn when Jake died? What was Finn like, at that point? What else had they accomplished? What was he doing at the time that was on the forefront of his mind? Where/with who did they spend most of their time? Where were they living after the treehouse got destroyed?

It was like,,, it was like the story Together Again actually wanted to tell was about Finn's grief, and how poorly he copes, and how too much of his identity is tied to Having Jake, and how he struggles to move on. But that's not the story we got. I honestly think-- as interesting as it was-- everything with New Death and Tiffany and Lich just did a disservice to the focus, which was Finn trying to get over Jake.

I think Together Again should have gone like this:

Finn and Jake had always planned that whoever died first would wait in the dead world for the other to die so the two of them could reincarnate. Jake dies first. Jake would be able to "watch over" Finn as he lives the rest of his life, so Jake wouldn't miss Finn as much as vice versa, since he'd feel like he's still there with him. Eventually, Finn dies.

Finn's appearance would change with his emotional state. I thought it'd be interesting to show different phases of his life through the stages of grief.

There'd be a room where they could watch Finn's memories. Finn would walk Jake through the events of his life. We SEE exactly how Finn dealt with grief, with heartbreak, with love, with friends, with community. All the good and all the bad.

By the end of it, Finn is quiet. "Jake... when we reincarnate, will we.. lose all of this?" "Well, do you remember anything from any of your other past lives?" "No.. But that's the point. I don't want to forget you." Finn, despite their promise, despite Jake waiting for him all this time, declines reincarnating. He doesn't want to move on, because that would mean forgetting everything. He wants to say with Jake!! He JUST got Jake back!!

“What if— in the future— what if they forget about us? What if they don’t know about all the stuff we did?” We see Ooo in its current state. It’s changed, but it’s clearly been affected by the two of them. Every person they’ve saved, every civilization they helped build, every hero they’ve inspired. They’ve left their touch everywhere. “They’ll know,” Jake says with certainty. “We’ll know.” We see the future, with Shermy and Beth. We see the Finn Sword, and BMO with all their old belongings. Everything stays, but it still changes. Will happen, happening, happened. These have always been the themes of the show. They reincarnate, together.

#adventure time #together again #my art #finn the human #finn mertens #jake the dog #distant lands

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our-happygirl500-fan · 1 year

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A few years ago, Nickelodeon did a video for World Turtle Day where they talked about some Turtle Facts on the different Turtle Species of the Rise Turtles

Narrator: Leonardo, the wise cracking hotshot, is a red eared slider

And something I found interesting about the video is that it talked about red eared sliders being territorial

Narrator: Red eared slider’s are peaceful & mostly harmless turtles but they can also be very territorial so don’t mess with their home or they might send you home

A lot of turtles are known for being territorial especially soft-shell turtles which are very territorial so I was kind of surprised that when talking about territorial turtles they specifically chose to mention red eared slider’s being territorial over any of the other species of turtles which made me wonder if that particular fact was chosen due to Leo’s characterisation.

Leo: Hey, nobody does that to my brother! Except my brother.

Leo: Back off, he's ours. Apparently.

Throughout Rise Leo has been shown to be extremely protective & defensive of his friends & family jumping to defend or protect them whenever someone tries to hurt them in any way which can be seen when Leo gets protective of Raph in the episode Shell in the Cell or when Leo immediately defends Frankenfoot from the Foot Clan the moment he learns that Raph considers Frankenfoot a friend in the episode Sparring partner.

Leo: Hey, future me would be real proud of you. I’m proud of you

Leo has also been shown to be someone who cares about family more than anything else & the second someone can be seen as a family member he gets attached & would do anything for them (even put his life on the line). Which can be seen by how the second he found out that Karai was a Hamato she became ‘Gram-Gram’ to him & he was willing to fight the Shredder for her or how attached he was to Casey Junior after only a day because he knew that his future self was important to Casey Junior.

Leo: But when I see what’s happening to you, and what’s happening to them... I realised it wasn’t about me.

It has been shown time & time again that Leo’s biggest motivator is arguably his families safety which can be seen in the movie where one of Leo’s biggest motivations when fighting the Krang is arguably his family being in danger & one of the biggest anger responses that Leo has ever really shown has been due to Raph getting hurt.

It could be argued that Leo’s protectiveness over his family could possibly partially stem from the fact that Red Eared Sliders are very territorial making Leo especially protective over what he possibly considers ‘his’. As Red Eared Sliders are traditionally territorial & protective over their homes, Leo might be protective over his friends & family as they are his ‘home’ to him.

Leo being protective & possibly territorial towards his family might also explain why Leo seems to hold grudges against former enemies such as Draxum & be reluctant to trust them as Leo’s instincts may still view the former enemies as threats to what he wants to protect.

Leo: You threw me off a roof!

Mikey: Isn’t this nice? When’s the last time we all got together like this huh?

Leo: The time Draxum dropped me off a building?

It might be possible that Leo’s grudge against Draxum isn’t actually motivated over Draxum’s actions against Leo but rather because there might be part of Leo that struggles not to see Draxum as a threat to the people he cares about.

I’m not sure whether or not a red eared sliders territorial nature was supposed to translate into Leo’s protective nature over his family intentionally but I thought it might be an interesting link to make between Leo & his turtle species.

The fact that Red Eared Sliders are known for being peaceful & mostly harmless except when their home is threatened might also be similar to how Leo seems to prefer to act laid back except for when his family needs protecting.

#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #teenage mutant ninja turtles #leonardo hamato #rottmnt #tmnt

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lurkingteapot · 11 months

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Every now and then I think about how subtitles (or dubs), and thus translation choices, shape our perception of the media we consume. It's so interesting. I'd wager anyone who speaks two (or more) languages knows the feeling of "yeah, that's what it literally translates to, but that's not what it means" or has answered a question like "how do you say _____ in (language)?" with "you don't, it's just … not a thing, we don't say that."

I've had my fair share of "[SHIP] are [married/soulmates/fated/FANCY TERM], it's text!" "[CHARACTER A] calls [CHARACTER B] [ENDEARMENT/NICKNAME], it's text!" and every time. Every time I'm just like. Do they though. Is it though. And a lot of the time, this means seeking out alternative translations, or translation meta from fluent or native speakers, or sometimes from language learners of the language the piece of media is originally in.

Why does it matter? Maybe it doesn't. To lots of people, it doesn't. People have different interests and priorities in fiction and the way they interact with it. It's great. It matters to me because back in the early 2000s, I had dial-up internet. Video or audio media that wasn't available through my local library very much wasn't available, but fanfiction was. So I started to read English language Gundam Wing fanfic before I ever had a chance to watch the show. When I did get around to watching Gundam Wing, it was the original Japanese dub. Some of the characters were almost unrecognisable to me, and first I doubted my Japanese language ability, then, after checking some bits with friends, I wondered why even my favourite writers, writers I knew to be consistent in other things, had made these characters seem so different … until I had the chance to watch the US-English dub a few years later. Going by that adaptation, the characterisation from all those stories suddenly made a lot more sense. And the thing is, that interpretation is also valid! They just took it a direction that was a larger leap for me to make.

Loose adaptations and very free translations have become less frequent since, or maybe my taste just hasn't led me their way, but the issue at the core is still a thing: Supernatural fandom got different nuances of endings for their show depending on the language they watched it in. CQL and MDZS fandom and the never-ending discussions about 知己 vs soulmate vs Other Options. A subset of VLD fans looking at a specific clip in all the different languages to see what was being said/implied in which dub, and how different translators interpreted the same English original line. The list is pretty much endless.

And that's … idk if it's fine, but it's what happens! A lot of the time, concepts -- expressed in language -- don't translate 1:1. The larger the cultural gap, the larger the gaps between the way concepts are expressed or understood also tend to be. Other times, there is a literal translation that works but isn't very idiomatic because there's a register mismatch or worse. And that's even before cultural assumptions come in. It's normal to have those. It's also important to remember that things like "thanks I hate it" as a sentiment of praise/affection, while the words translate literally quite easily, emphatically isn't easy to translate in the sense anglophone internet users the phrase.

Every translation is, at some level, a transformative work. Sometimes expressions or concepts or even single words simply don't have an exact equivalent in the target language and need to be interpreted at the translator's discretion, especially when going from a high-context/listener-responsible source language to a low-context/speaker-responsible target language (where high-context/listener responsible roughly means a large amount of contextual information can be omitted by the speaker because it's the listener's responsibility to infer it and ask for clarification if needed, and low-context/speaker-responsible roughly means a lot of information needs to be codified in speech, i.e. the speaker is responsible for providing sufficiently explicit context and will be blamed if it's lacking).

Is this a mouse or a rat? Guess based on context clues! High-context languages can and frequently do omit entire parts of speech that lower-context/speaker-responsible languages like English regard as essential, such as the grammatical subject of a sentence: the equivalent of "Go?" - "Go." does largely the same amount of heavy lifting as "is he/she/it/are you/they/we going?" - "yes, I am/he/she/it is/we/you/they are" in several listener-responsible languages, but tends to seem clumsy or incomplete in more speaker-responsible ones. This does NOT mean the listener-responsible language is clumsy. It's arguably more efficient! And reversely, saying "Are you going?" - "I am (going)" might seem unnecessarily convoluted and clumsy in a listener-responsible language. All depending on context.

This gets tricky both when the ambiguity of the missing subject of the sentence is clearly important (is speaker A asking "are you going" or "is she going"? wait until next chapter and find out!) AND when it's important that the translator assign an explicit subject in order for the sentence to make sense in the target language. For our example, depending on context, something like "are we all going?" - "yes" or "they going, too?" might work. Context!

As a consequence of this, sometimes, translation adds things – we gain things in translation, so to speak. Sometimes, it's because the target language needs the extra information (like the subject in the examples above), sometimes it's because the target language actually differentiates between mouse and rat even though the source language doesn't. However, because in most cases translators don't have access to the original authors, or even the original authors' agencies to ask for clarification (and in most cases wouldn't get paid for the time to put in this extra work even if they did), this kind of addition is almost always an interpretation. Sometimes made with a lot of certainty, sometimes it's more of a "fuck it, I've got to put something and hope it doesn't get proven wrong next episode/chapter/ten seasons down" (especially fun when you're working on a series that's in progress).

For the vast majority of cases, several translations are valid. Some may be more far-fetched than others, and there'll always be subjectivity to whether something was translated effectively, what "effectively" even means …

ANYWAY. I think my point is … how interesting, how cool is it that engaging with media in multiple languages will always yield multiple, often equally valid but just sliiiiightly different versions of that piece of media? And that I'd love more conversations about how, the second we (as folks who don't speak the material's original language) start picking the subtitle or dub wording apart for meta, we're basically working from a secondary source, and if we're doing due diligence, to which extent do we need to check there's nothing substantial being (literally) lost -- or added! -- in translation?

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zahri-melitor · 2 months

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I think the problem with a lot of the collected Fanon Tim traits (specifically using the ones in this poll) is that not all of them come from the same place.

There’s a set that is basically the ‘incorrect quotes’ version of Tim – random imported traits assigned to ‘the nerdy/computer one’: this is where Coffee addict Tim, Tim always resisting sleep, Shy/anxious Tim come from. The reason they grate is not only because they’re contradicted in the text, but because they’re just stereotypes for ‘the one who is good with computers’ without stopping to look if any of them actually apply to THIS character. Tim instead likes Zesti, can sleep anywhere, and is a gregarious networker, facts that show up with relative frequency in his actual stories. If you’re using any of this set it’s a pretty clear flag to comics readers that you haven’t actually read Tim’s comics.

Then there’s the ‘hung up on a particular plot point’ traits: CEO Tim and Damian seriously hurting Tim apropos of nothing are from very specific points in the text. Tim WAS cited as the CEO in a few issues during the take over, not just chief shareholder, and he does take on a senior role in the company where he’s able to implement programmes he is interested in (see Neon Knights, which started during his Robin run, but got more backing in Red Robin). Damian DOES attack Tim with very little impetus from Tim on several occasions over the first few years of their relationship, and while there is understandable reasons for why it happens on Damian’s end in terms of his upbringing, Tim definitely ended up with the short end of the stick where he couldn’t have known he was setting Damian off. Both of these traits overlook continued growth from the characters, but you know? There are reasons you might want to dig into existing storylines. The issue is more ‘assuming this is a long term standard part of Tim’s default state’ – rather like Police Officer Dick Grayson forever popping up despite being a very specific time in his story.

There’s the ‘canon divergence AU’ set. Abused by his parents Tim, Dick sending Tim to Arkham, Tim the mass murderer, Tim was Jason’s Robin – all of these are taking a point in canon and misreading it/twisting it. All of the list have the potential to create an interesting story…if they were actually treated as a canon divergence AU and the writer considered how such a situation could have occurred and how that would have changed all the characters, rather than being an excuse for whump without changing characterisation/scenarios.

So when people arc up and complain about Fanon Tim, it's always worth looking at what the issue is. Sets 2 and 3 are perfectly able to make compelling stories - if you take ONE of them, and you actually play out the changes you've just introduced. The real issue is people assuming a grab bag of this list IS ordinary canon for Tim.

#tim drake

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William has taken possession of OC's vibrator. It is obvious that she wants it back for obvious reasons. She's horny and mad at William but not enough to be able to resist wanting to take him right now. William knows this, and he is taking advantage of the situation. During All-Star, they made a bet on who could last the longest without sex and the winner gets to choose what they want to do. After all, both of them are competitive and test each others' buttons like trying for their partners to get multiple orgasms and experimenting with new positions. William's teammates notice how pussy depressed he is and tease the hell out of him after his locker room adventure. We gotta love a good powerplay for dominance and edging Kink and getting him all wet. #SlutsforPresidentNylander

Oh, bb! I absolutely loved your idea 🤍 Just imagining Willy being so confident and devilish, oh my, 🙈

Honestly, I had so much fun writing this! While it may not be the best chapter written, it was definitely one of the most enjoyable to write 😍 Also, a big shoutout to the request that sparked it all 🙌🏼 💦

And no, there's still no 34 x 88 sexual action - however, it might not be completely off the table yet, so stay tuned if you're interested - I've got something up my sleeve…

But without further ado, I hope you enjoy it 🤍

Warnings: 18+ smut; play with toy (vibrator), edging, masturbating, voyeurism, more play with toy, penetrative sex (p in v), use of safe word, public fingering, oral sex (m and f receiving), handcuffs, more penetrative sex (p in v); I think that's all 🤍

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「Inexperienced!reader x Willy」

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"Min älskade prinsessa." = My beloved princess

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All good boys go to heaven - But bad boys bring heaven to you pt VIII I William Nylander 🖋️⚡️

William Nylander wasn’t one to often reflect on his relationships. However, as he bid you a good day at work on Monday morning, he found himself unable to do so.

It was the start of the All-Star week, and you had gone out of your way to make time to accompany him to the event. And with it happening in Toronto this year and William being voted onto the roster by fans, both of you were overflowing with excitement. While you both would have relished a week off from the regular season, William naturally desired nothing more than to join his teammates at such an event. It marked his first participation, and to make it even better, you would be there with him.

And as he enjoyed his morning protein shake, he let his thoughts drift, contemplating the time and effort you had invested in his hectic lifestyle and career while maintaining your own.

You were the most incredible girlfriend he could ever hope for. Your relationship was unlike any he had experienced before, characterised by emotional connection, shared senses of humour, and, not to mention, incredible sex. And as this train of thought lingered his mind, it also led him to reflect on the last time he had acted out of jealousy, overly focused on his own desire for dominance. Which prompted an idea, leading him to make a purchase he believed would bring joy to both of you.

And upon your return to the condo from a long day at work, you were greeted by an overly enthusiastic boyfriend in the kitchen.

"What's with the grin, Nylander?" you chuckled, feeling a hint of nervousness as you joined him, sensing mischief afoot.

"I bought you something," he announced, wearing a rather smug expression.

"Alright… should I brace myself?" you inquired, excitement bubbling within you as you observed his demeanour.

"Oh no, trust me, you're going to love it."

Taking your hand gently, he led you to the bedroom, that same smirk still adorning his handsome face. And on the bed, you noticed a wrapped box.

"Open it," William chuckled, reclining on the bed, with his eyes fixed on you.

And naturally, you were eager to discover what mischief your playful boyfriend had concocted this time. As you settled onto the mattress, you carefully untied the ribbon, revealing the contents of the gift. Once you had removed the wrapping paper, you uncovered a rectangular box adorned with the image of what appeared to be an alien-shaped massage tool, labelled 'Magic Wand.'

You studied the box for a few more seconds before turning to face William, who still wore a satisfied smirk.

"Willy… What… is it, exactly?"

William couldn’t contain a light chuckle. "You've never used one before? Babe, it's a vibrator…"

"Oh…" you let out a soft sound of realisation. "Oh, well… I mean, no, I've never tried this kind before, only the small one I have in the drawer…"

"Yeah, I know, but this one is a little different, and I thought we could have a little fun with it," he chuckled, leaning in a little closer to you.

"Like, together?"

"Mmm," he nodded. "Curious?"

Of course, you were unable to suppress a little smirk creeping onto your lips. "Always am…"

And needless to say, it was the most intense experience you'd ever had.

After enjoying a bit of dinner to gather the energy needed – because you did need the energy – William encouraged you to lie down on your back and relax, with your legs slightly bent and spread apart for him.

Kneeling between your legs, he then leaned over your body to connect your lips in a deep and passionate kiss. Then, using his fingers to gently circle and rub your clit over the fabric of your knickers, causing you to part your lips and breathe slowly, as you enjoyed his pleasurable motions.

"Rest your hands beside your head, and let me do the work, baby," he huskily whispered in your ear. "You might need something to grab onto."

And indeed, you did.

As soon as he turned on the vibrator, even on the lowest setting, you could imagine its potential. And he hadn’t even touched you intimately with it yet. Slowly, he traced it up your inner thigh, letting your skin feel the vibrations, the tingling coursing through you as he delicately approached your heat.

You felt your core already pulsating in anticipation, but William took his time. He wanted you to relax so that you could have the best possible experience.

As he came closer to where you needed him the most, his eyes intensely connected with yours, watching as you bit down on your lower lip and squirmed under him. Then gently he let the vibrator make contact with your most sensitive spot.

"Oh, fuck!" you moaned loudly, shutting your eyes and gripping onto the pillows behind your head as the toy sent intense vibrations straight to your clit.

Satisfied with your reaction, William then pulled away the toy, slowly tracing it around your core, intentionally avoiding your clit. "This is only the lowest setting, älskling. You might have to control yourself if I turn it up," he chuckled darkly.

You did honestly try your best to remain controlled, however, as soon as he let the vibrator hit your clit again, you felt as if your body was completely out of your authority, completely surrendering to William and his game of pleasure.

"Shit, Willy!" you cried out, your mind spinning more and more every time he touched you, withdrew, and then touched you again. And all you could hear were his deep chuckles as he relished the way your eyes rolled back in your head, and your fingers and heels dug into the pillows and mattress.

"Do you want to come, baby?" William asked seductively, both knowing it was rhetorical as you had turned into a complete mess from his teasing. And while holding the vibrator steady against your clit, he could see how close you were. But then, being as wicked as he could be, he withdrew once more, causing you to let out a heavy breath. "I asked you a question, baby…"

"Yes, Willy…" you pleaded. "Please, let me come…"

And since you had been such a good girl for him, he gave you what you deserved. Holding the vibrator against your clit again and turning up the intensity a level more, he watched as you screamed out in pleasure, tears falling from your eyes as you arched your back and surrendered to the intense orgasm.

“Oh yes!” It took you several minutes to come down from the incredible high, your legs shaking and your breath completely out of control. You had to blink a few times as you opened your eyes and were met with William's content expression, enjoying the mess he had created. And he hadn't even fucked you.

"Damn, baby, that was hot…" he chuckled lightly as you smiled up at him and let your fingers play with the fine strands of hair hanging from his face.

"Really?"

"Oh yeah, but… you've probably ruined your panties," he chuckled, and you could feel just how soaked they were from your juices. It almost felt as if you'd peed yourself or been sweating during an intense workout.

"Shit," you let out a light laughter as well. "Guess that's just what you can do to me, huh…"

“I know, and I just can’t help but love pleasing you.”

William knew exactly what he was doing. And as you awoke with renewed energy, ready to take on the workday, you couldn’t help but smile. Knowing that you just had to get through two more days of work before the All-Star event, you simply enjoyed the view of your sleepy boyfriend before leaving.

And another thing you had come to enjoy was the new toy William had bought. Your core even tingled a little every time you thought about the intense of an orgasm it had given you.

It was almost too tempting to give it another go when you arrived home and found that William was still out preparing for the weekend. However, you managed to keep your composure.

"No, y/n… you can control yourself…" you mumbled softly. However, as you turned on the TV, and the sports News ran across the screen, showcasing none other than your boyfriend and the other Leafs, you could no longer contain yourself.

And as William came home a little bit later, enjoying the tranquility of your home upon an overwhelming amount of media work, he called out for you.

"Babe, I'm home."

However, there was no response from you. Walking through the living room and kitchen, only spotting the dogs curled up on the sofa, he noticed you were nowhere to be found.

But then he heard it. Soft noises emanating from the bedroom, and a smirk instantly appeared on his face, as he had a feeling of what you were up to. And as he slowly and silently made his way towards the noises, he saw just what he expected.

Gently pushing the door open, leaning against the frame, he observed you, as you used the new toy to pleasure yourself. With closed eyes, lying sprawled on the bed, legs apart in one of his t-shirts, you moved the vibrator up and down your panty-covered core, moaning as you neared climax.

William could feel his cock slowly growing firmer and harder in baggy jeans that provided enough room for it to swell. And as he noticed your hand suddenly stilling, he knew you were on the brink of an orgasm. Holding the wand against your clit, your moans grew louder, your breath erratic, and within moments, you arched your back, reaching the peak of pleasure.

He’d thought about intervening for a second, but watching you was just beyond arousing.

"Enjoying the new toy, are we?" William chuckled darkly, causing you to promptly sit up straight and open your eyes.

"Willy!" you gasped upon seeing your boyfriend standing in the doorway, a giant grin on his face. "How long have you been standing there?"

"Just made it to the finale, baby," he laughed as he approached, sitting on the bed and leaning in to kiss you. "Pretty hot welcome home."

"Yeah?" you asked, a hint of nervousness in your voice.

"Definitely. It really turned me on," he smirked, glancing down at your soaked panties. And you couldn't help but bite your lip when you noticed his hard cock, proudly standing through his loose clothes.

"Well, how about you also get to finish this time?" you suggested seductively, running your fingers through his beard.

"Oh, I have just the idea," William grinned, and before you knew it, he swung you over his shoulder and carried you to the bathroom.

Setting you in front of the counter, facing the mirror, he swiftly removed your t-shirt and thong, placing the wand on the counter before unbuckling his jeans and pulling them down along with his boxers. "I believe there's no need for preparation, huh?" he remarked rhetorically with a grin, pulling his t-shirt over his head, and positioning himself at your entrance.

You gently shook your head as you instinctively leaned onto the bathroom counter, looking at William through the mirror, before he pushed himself inside you. It was almost embarrassing how effortlessly he slid in; how wet you were after climaxing with the vibrator. But you couldn’t care less.

He felt so good as he moved inside you, his hands firmly gripping your hips to steady you as he thrusted a little harder. You couldn’t help but watch him intently through the mirror, your eyes locking as he pounded inside you, the sounds of your wetness mixing with the slapping of skin filling the air.

It was surprisingly arousing; the way William stared you down intensely as he increased his thrusts, causing you to release louder moans and deep breaths. And despite having reached an intense climax just minutes ago, you could already feel another orgasm building as he stimulated your walls.

"Oh, Willy..." you moaned.

"Yeah, you gonna come, baby?" he asked between deep breaths, watching you as your eyes squinted in pleasure and feeling your walls tighten around him.

"Yes..." you managed to reply, as you felt the intensity each time his length hit your sensitive spot.

Yet William wasn't entirely satisfied. Instead, he reached for the wand, turned it on, and placed it on your core, while his other hand gripped the counter and he moaned loudly. "Shit, I can feel it through you."

But you couldn't respond. The intense vibrations overwhelmed you, and you could only scream in pleasure. Your legs shook, as you once more reached climax, bending your head forward and clenching every muscle in your body.

"Fu—" William moaned deeply as he continued fucking you hard through your orgasm. "You're dripping, baby..."

And you could almost feel how your juices were running down your leg as you came again and again. Yet despite being in a euphoric state, you managed to speak between your cries. "Yell... Willy... Yellow."

William understood immediately. Moving the vibrator away, he heard you sigh in relief as you lifted your head, and your swollen eyes slowly opened to meet his once more.

"Baby, I'm so close," he moaned as he continued rocking his hips, slightly slower. And with your gaze locked in the mirror, you nodded, encouraging him to keep going. Though you were nothing but wrecked, you still wanted him to finish as well.

And with a few more thrusts, he let out a loud moan and released himself into you.

It had been another session of messy and intense sex, as the new toy had sent your mind into oblivion, and William had fucked you through every orgasm. Yet as you slowly untangling from the position, William naturally made sure to take good care of you.

Turning on the warm water, he gently guided you to join him under the water, where he delicately rinsed your body from sweat and cum. Sharing light kisses as you too caressed his toned torso, before you both exited with smiles on your lips.

"What's so funny?" you asked, as William chuckled between bites, sitting across from him at the dining table, both dressed comfortably post-sex.

"Oh, I just find it funny how I can't even give you a toy and leave you alone for a few hours," he flashed you an amused smirk, causing you to playfully roll your eyes.

"Well, I'm sorry I was just horny," you defended.

"You could've waited a little, and I would have been home," he chuckled again.

"I didn't know that... besides, you were the one who introduced me to it," you teasingly pointed out.

"Oh, that's right, it's all my fault," William said with heavy sarcasm. "Or maybe, you just couldn't control yourself."

"I CAN control myself... you're the one who can't even go a few days without sex," you retorted.

"Like you could do that!"

"I used to go for weeks without sex, remember," you chuckled, reminiscing about the time before the two of you started sleeping together.

"Alright then," William offered a content smirk, leaning back in his chair with crossed arms. "Prove it! No sex for a week, or until one gives up."

You were surprised by his challenge. Usually, the two of you would play games of who could get the other to climax and how many times. And now he wanted to avoid sex?

"Are you serious... no sex for a week?" you raised an eyebrow, and William simply nodded.

"Yup, the first one to give in loses..."

"And the winner?"

"Gets to decide what we do next... whatever they want."

You pondered his challenge for a brief moment, yet you knew you couldn’t refuse. That would only prove him right already, and you didn’t want to do that.

"Alright, you’re on, Nylander. May the best woman win."

"Oh, that’s cocky," he laughed.

"Well, I need to be in order to be with you."

Initially, you found the idea fun.

You had gone without sex for extended periods before—especially after your breakup with your ex. And then, there were those two disappointing one-night stands that made you realise that no sex was probably better than bad sex.

However, you did have one little helper to get through at the time. And that helper could also be the best way to beat William at his own game.

So, on the following evening, when William again had to be away for a few more hours before the big event, you felt a little naughty and wanted to relax. However, to your surprise, William had taken your vibrators. Both of them.

"That motherfu-," you mumbled as you’d searched everywhere and eventually had to admit that you had no way of cheating.

"You hid them, didn't you?"

You texted William out of slight frustration, and you could almost hear him chuckle from across the city.

"Of course I did! No cheating, babe 😂"

"You're the one who said 'no sex'... 😉"

"No sex. No touching yourself 😉 Let's see how long you'll last without your favourite toys."

"Oh, I don’t need them!"

"We'll see, darling, we'll see 😂"

You had to admit, it was somewhat of a turn-on not being able to be intimate with each other. And you had every intention of breaking William.

But he had plans for you too.

When Thursday arrived, he meticulously planned what he’d wear, when he’d relish the spotlight while you watched from the sidelines.

However, as he looked in the mirror, putting the finishing touches before leaving, he caught your smirk as you leaned against the doorframe.

"What’s so funny?" he asked.

"Oh, I just realised that maybe this challenge won’t be that difficult after all…" you chuckled.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, let’s just say I prefer you with a beard, darling," you teased, giving him a playful wink before returning to the closet to pick out your outfit for the evening. You settled on a casual skirt with tights, a blouse, and boots. Perhaps not the sexiest outfit, but you believed in playing your cards strategically, saving the best for closer to the finish line.

Though William was a bit disappointed by your reaction to his shaved beard, he knew he looked fantastic in his chosen outfit: an oversized beige blazer and baggy trousers, paired with a white tank top that highlighted his muscular torso, something he knew you appreciated.

And he was right. As he confidently walked the carpet, you couldn’t help but smile while watching him. The way he effortlessly mingled with the crowd, signing autographs and taking selfies, was impressive. You almost hated him for it, especially how he flaunted his new haircut and outfit, allowing his chest hair to peek out through the neckline, accentuating the chain he wore. Another detail you always admired.

Shaking your head, you let him enjoy his moment. He had set the bar high, and now you needed to step up your game if you wanted to win. And despite your internal competition, the night turned out to be perfect as Auston and Mo drafted Willy and Mitch for their blue team.

As Friday dawned, and William was already at the rink, busy with various media activities and a bit of training before hitting the ice for the Skills competition, you decided on a different outfit this time.

While you knew you’d be wearing the 88 All-Star jersey all day, you also anticipated that it would have to come off eventually, which gave you an idea. Why not give William a sneak peek of what was hidden underneath?

Standing in the locker room, changing into his hockey gear, William suddenly froze. His eyes were fixed on the lingerie mirror selfie you had sent him, seemingly unable to look away.

He knew you were teasing him, returning the playful banter from the day before. And to make matters worse, he couldn't just give in to his desires until later in the evening; he had to stay composed to maintain his focus on winning.

Furthermore, his unmistakably desirable expression didn’t escape the notice of his teammates.

"What ya staring at?" Auston began, giving William a teasing look as he leaned in close and glanced at the phone. "Holy shit, Willy! Is that y/n?" he exclaimed.

Quickly tapping the side of his phone and pocketing it, William returned to reality. "Yeah... that's her..." he admitted.

"What's with the face?" Mo chimed in with a light chuckle, having noticed William’s quick reflexes and perplexed behaviour.

"Oh, it's nothing," he tried to brush it off, but they knew him better than that.

"Come on, Willy," Mitch joined in. “You can tell us..”

And slightly amused by their curiosity, he confessed about your bet.

"Wait, what the fuck, man? Why would you make such a bet?" Auston erupted in laughter. "You're insane, you're literally pussy depriving yourself."

"I know! But when I win, which I will, I get to call the shots," he smirked. "And I'll have the ultimate rights to gloat."

"Yeah, but what if she doesn’t cave? Then you're just torturing yourself for no reason," Mo chuckled as well.

"She WILL give in!" William said confidently, yet the boys didn’t seem entirely convinced, knowing how much he enjoyed having sex, especially with you.

"Come on, Willy, we all know you can't resist her!" Mitch laughed.

"Yeah, you're obsessed with her pussy, man! Last time you couldn't even wait until you left the locker room before getting frisky. You're going to be so desperate, so why not just give in and get back to it, like you know you want to," Auston teased, wiggling his eyebrows with a smug grin.

And William couldn’t help but join in the laughter. "Maybe, but right now I think I want to win more."

Though it had only been two days, the mere thought of not being able to touch you felt like torture. Yet he also knew he should just focus on the Skills competition, and he’d be fine.

Unlike you, who was being challenged while enjoying the show, where William performed amazingly. The way he worked the crowd was incredibly arousing. And you could just see how much he genuinely enjoyed himself, which made it agonising knowing you couldn’t go home and celebrate with some intimate time together.

And as the day slowly came to a close, you met him by the locker room with the other girls.

"Ready to give up?" he chuckled as he embraced you, greeting you with a kiss.

"Not even close, Nylander," you grinned back at him. It was, of course, a lie, but your competitive mind had taken over for now. Even when William’s hand rested dangerously close to your core during the ride home. Or when he pressed his body against yours in the lift before reaching your floor.

So, naturally, your next move was to simply undress and casually stroll around in that pretty set of lingerie, lacy nightwear you’d chosen for the evening. Was it the most comfortable sleepwear? Perhaps not. But did it make William go completely wild, his eyes fixed on you at all times? Absolutely.

Joining him on the bed, resting on your side and facing away from him with your buttocks completely exposed, you couldn’t help but smirk.

He loved your ass, in more ways than one, and you were well aware of how he was ogling it right now, his cock likely growing evident in his boxers.

"Goodnight, babe," you said in an overly sweet tone.

But William wasn’t going to let you off that easily. Instead, he let his large palm caress your cheek, gently squeezing it before delivering a firm slap, causing you to let out a shriek as a pink hue formed on your skin.

"Goodnight, älskling," he chuckled before turning the other way and switching off the lights.

"Oh, it's so on…" you whispered to yourself, feeling the sting on your cheek as you slowly drifted off to sleep as well.

As your alarm rudely went off the following morning, you were greeted by a sleepy William sporting an impressive morning erection. Normally, you might have taken your time waking him up in the sexiest way possible, but with the competition still ongoing, you decided to resist the temptation.

Instead, you made your way to the kitchen and started preparing breakfast, still dressed in your sensual nightwear. And as William joined you, you both moved around each other, occasionally brushing lightly against one another with small 'oops'. Though it was amusing to see the other person mentally and sexually frustrated, you both also realised how you were torturing yourselves.

But that didn't stop either of you.

You even went as far as picking out a rather tight and short skirt to wear under the hockey jersey, paired with some of your finest knee-high boots. It was the perfect teasing hockey girlfriend outfit, something you wouldn’t normally wear as it felt a bit revealing. Which made it perfect for the day.

After styling your hair and putting on makeup, adding a bit extra for the occasion, you then made your way to the arena to watch the All-Star game on the final day of the event. And to say it was an amazing show would be an understatement. The hockey, the crowd, the overall atmosphere was beyond incredible to be a part of.

Moreover, your boyfriend and the rest of Team Matthews even managed to win.

Amidst loud cheers and clapping, you and the other girlfriends then giggly made your way to congratulate the boys by the locker room, where William's eyes swiftly found your choice of outfit, as it didn’t even look like you were wearing anything underneath the jersey.

Yet, it was Auston who was the first to throw a comment your way.

“Damn, y/n, looking beautiful and sexy as ever,” he flirtatiously remarked as he offered you a greeting hug.

“Well, of course, had to look stunning for your big night, right?” you flashed him a cheeky wink.

“I must admit, you do look incredibly stunning.”

“Well, thanks, Aus,” you smiled, perhaps a little too flirtatiously for William’s liking.

And while Auston was not so subtly trying to make eyes at you, Justin Bieber then joined the conversation, giving the team captain a friendly handshake.

“Oh, who’s this?” he nodded toward you. “New girl, Auston?”

But Auston simply chuckled. “No - she wishes though, but she’s Willy’s girl.”

Everyone turned to look at William, Bieber giving him the wiggly eyes as well, but your boyfriend didn’t seem to be all that amused. Though his facial expression seemed calm, you had a hunch something was boiling under the surface. And hopefully, it was your outfit that had worked just according to plan.

But there was also something else on William’s mind. Though he loved that they all admired how great you looked, he wasn’t so sure how to feel about your little flirty act around his teammates and how some of the other lads around also tossed a compliment your way.

They knew you were his, which was the most important thing, yet a part of him also wanted to remind you that you were taken - which meant, not allowed to be flaunting your sexy body like that, speaking in your sweet voice, and smiling with your sparkling eyes he knew you did when you flirted.

He knew he was on the verge of breaking. Ready to give up, take you home, and fuck the hell out of you till you couldn’t walk. Yet he remained composed, tried to flash his signature confident smile as you all stood there chatting before you and the girls exited the locker room.

But then, amidst boyish jokes and banter, Auston had the audacity to push the limits. “So, Willy, this little bet between you and y/n - does that only apply to the two of you, or?”

William knew it was a joke. Or at least he tried to convince himself.

“It applies to everyone,” he simply replied.

“Alright, just saying that with an ass like that, in that outfit, there’s probably a lot of guys who’ll try something…”

And William knew he was right. Which also turned out to be proven during the following celebrations, where he saw how other men were looking in your direction. And the mere thought of another man’s hands on you, without his permission, could set off his temper. So as the night went on, he tried to keep you as close as possible.

Not that you minded. You enjoyed his arm around your waist, his firm touches, which, of course, only encouraged you to tease him further. Sitting in his lap, you made sure to gently wiggle your ass a little every time you moved, causing his grip to tighten.

“Are you alright, darling?” You chuckled, leaning against his torso.

“Mmm, with you right here, I’m perfectly fine,” he grinned back.

“You’re not tempted to give up?” you pressed on with a little smirk.

“No, I’m good, baby,” he tried to sound sure and confident, yet on the inside, he was just about to give in. “You?”

“Oh, I’m good too,” you giggled lightly, enjoying the moment, though you could also feel your desire for William growing stronger with each passing moment.

It was definitely a close race, yet both of you were too stubborn to give in, even though you craved each other insanely bad. And soon, William turned to his next move. After all, desperate times called for desperate measures. With you still in his lap, he delicately let his fingers brush against your inner thigh under the table, letting them crawl up under the jersey, and slowly make their way to your core.

You couldn’t help but let out a gasp as his fingers began trailing up your skin, yet it was William who let out the deepest breath when his fingers suddenly came in contact with your bare flesh.

“Shit…” he mumbled under his breath, and you had to bite down on your lip to suppress any sounds, hiding it beneath your smirk as you played your ace. You could almost feel William’s cock growing firmer in his trousers as his fingers lightly brushed against your naked folds.

“Alright, we’re going home now,” William whispered huskily in your ear as he adjusted himself.

“Only if you admit I win,” you chuckled, staying still in your position, and William knew you had bested him. Yet he didn’t let you off that easily, gently sliding a finger inside your core, causing you to gasp.

“Alright, you win… but it seems like I’m not the only one who’s turned on, baby… fuck, your pussy is so wet,” his rough voice echoed in your ear.

“Only for you, Willy,” you softly moaned, turning your head slightly to look at him.

“Mmm, baby, I don’t know whether to fuck you for being so sexy or shove my dick down your throat and show you who’s boss,” he chuckled darkly with a smirk, still holding his finger inside you.

“How about we go home and figure it out?”

And you didn’t need to ask twice before William pushed you off his lap, discreetly adjusting his hard cock, as the two of you said your goodbyes, and you eagerly made your way towards the exit. Even the taxi ride home was a blur, as you were completely entangled with each other, your lips almost never parting. Only when you had to exit and make your way up to your floor did you regain some sense of awareness.

But as soon as you were inside the condo, you were completely consumed by each other again. Lips attached, hands roaming, clothes discarded along the way, leaving you naked as you made it to the bedroom.

You probably hadn’t thought through what would happen next, but you had an idea of what you wanted to do.

As you kneeled before him, William couldn’t help but smirk, letting out a deep breath as you pulled down his boxers, freeing his already hard member, throbbing and in desperate need of attention. And fortunately for him, he didn’t have to wait any longer.

With your dominant hand, you took a firm hold of his length, guiding it to your lips where you offered it a gentle lick up the shaft, your eyes looking up at William through your lashes as you seductively wrapped your lips around the tip.

Soft humming sounds escaped him as his fingers found your hair, gently tugging on it, while you guided yourself to take him into your warmth.

“Mmm, yes, baby, just like that…” William moaned, as you coated him with your saliva, letting him slide in and out of your mouth as you focused on your breathing and relaxing the back of your throat.

And you didn’t hold back, enjoying the power of being in control. Using a combination of your mouth and hand, you worked him faster and hungrier. Gagging a little, not even thinking too much about how deep you took him, as you were more concentrated on listening to his increasing sounds of pleasure.

“Hnng… fuck, baby…” he breathed out, almost out of breath as he shut his eyes and began rocking his hips against your motions.

But you had different plans in mind. Sensing his thigh muscles tighten, you released him from your mouth, causing him to let out a deep sigh of disappointment.

“Fuck, baby, I was so close,” he spoke as you rose from your position.

“I know, but I won, so I get to do whatever I want, right?” you chuckled, giving him your best dominant gaze. And naturally, he couldn’t suppress a smirk, slightly enjoying the fact that you were letting your hidden dominance show.

“Alright, what do you want then?”

“You, on the bed, on your back,” you instructed.

“Ja, my princess,” William simply replied, and did as told. He had to admit that although he mostly enjoyed being the one in charge, you suddenly taking control like this was definitely a new turn-on for him.

And as he rested on the bed, his eyes followed you closely, watching you crawl up his body and making your way closer to his face, placing a knee on either side of his head.

“Make me cum,” you smiled seductively, encouraging him to indulge in his late-night snack. And without complaints, William took hold of your thighs and let his mouth explore your heat.

“Oh yes,” you moaned, gripping the headboard of the bed, simply enjoying William’s skilled mouth and tongue. He touched every sensitive part he could reach, flicking your clit and probing your entrance, wanting nothing but to please you. “Mmm, so good, Willy… yes…”

Gently rocking your hips, your breaths were slowly becoming heavy as you felt the pleasure course through your body. An impending orgasm slowly formed as William made sure to use every inch of his tongue between your folds, his nose occasionally nudging your clit. Using one hand to reach down and tuck his newly cut hair, you let yourself sink a little closer to his face as you locked eyes.

“I’m gonna come, baby…” you moaned in between breaths, and it only made William hold onto you tighter as he hungrily increased the work of his mouth. And then sooner rather than later, you had to arch your back, closing your eyes in pleasure, and let yourself surrender to the climax. “Yes, Willy,” you muttered, feeling your legs shaking a little as you reached the peak, before slowly calming from the high, with a satisfied smile on your lips.

Once you regained your breath, you finally managed to free William from your wetness, slowly moving to straddle his lower abdomen instead. And you had to take a few seconds to admire how his lips and chin glistened from your moisture.

“That’s it?” he cheekily asked, but you weren’t quite finished. Reaching over to your nightstand, you figured it was William’s turn to be restrained, so you instructed him to hold his hands above his head where you cuffed him.

“Keep your hands still,” you smiled seductively. Though you knew you weren’t nearly as dominant as he usually was, you both played along. Despite his smug facial expression, you decided to continue your plan, moving down to position yourself over his cock.

Slowly, you moved your hips, letting your folds slide over his length but not allowing him to enter you. You watched him intensely, studying the details of his handsome face as you delicately provided him with a little taste of pleasure.

“Baby, not so much teasing,” he pleaded softly, and that was just what you wanted to hear. Adjusting yourself, you lined his member with your entrance, and slowly sank down on him, letting him fill you up and stretch your walls.

Unable to contain your own moans, you let out sounds of pleasure, harmonising with his. “Mmm, oh, Willy…”

And then you began to rock your hips, riding his cock and letting it stimulate your insides. Placing your hands on his chest to steady yourself, you slowly increased your speed. It was more romantic than the sex you’d had lately, slow and sexy, with you on top. Your fingers toyed with the chain around his neck as he massaged you with his length. And you could tell that William was growing eager to take control, slightly thrusting his hips up against you while he let you have your fun and kept his hands in place.

But it was becoming increasingly difficult for him. Feeling his climax approaching, he was feeling the need to take over and fuck you the way only he could. After all the teasing and holding back, he so desperately wanted to pound you so hard that you couldn’t even spell out your own name.

And as you sensed his signals of frustration and withdrawal, you too felt the temptation to give in to him.

“You can’t take it, baby?” you smirked down at him. “You want more? You want to fuck me hard and good?” Though William didn’t verbally respond, his actions spoke louder than words. “Alright, baby, then let it go.”

In only a matter of seconds, William’s eyes darkened with your permission. He used his strength to tear apart the little chain that held the handcuffs connected, and swiftly rolled you over into missionary position, where he promptly picked up a hard and forceful pace.

You couldn’t help but chuckle, impressed at how quickly he could change the dynamic. And soon, you found yourself surrendering to him completely, locking eyes intensely as you positioned your heels on his lower back, your hand finding the back of his shoulder, while the other took hold of his dangling chain.

Moans grew louder, the air filled with sweat as the sounds of skin colliding echoed. And as William felt your heels digging into his back, your nails leaving marks on his shoulder, he knew you were getting closer to your second orgasm.

You felt your next climax building, the ecstasy clouding your mind, and soon he increased his speed, eager to push you over the edge and reach his own climax.

“Oh yes,” you managed to moan, his cock almost overstimulating your sensitive walls with every thrust. And only with a few more pounds, William sent you into oblivion again, causing you to tilt your head back into the pillow and let another wave of pleasure wash over you.

And as your muscles clenched around his member, William couldn’t hold back either.

“Fuck, yes…”

Deep grunts of arousal escaped him, his arms almost shaking as he let himself follow suit, reaching his own peak and filling you up with every single drop of cum he had in him.

It was the end of an intense game of teasing and edging. A competition that had to end eventually and could only end on a high. A high you both had to slowly calm down from, opening your eyes as you re-filled your lungs with air and let yourselves regain control of your bodies.

“Shit,” you suddenly breathed out, letting go of William’s chain and stroking your fingers through his hair as his eyes met yours, flashing you a content smile. “You seriously broke the handcuffs.”

William couldn’t contain his laughter, noticing the cuffs now in two pieces on each of his wrists. “What can I say, baby, you bring out the beast in me.”

With light chuckles and giggles, he slowly withdrew his member from you, rolling over onto the side, and both of you turned to face each other. “I guess I do,” you offered him a smile. “But I just hope you enjoyed tonight. I know it’s a bit different from what we usually do.”

William furrowed his brows slightly, positioning his head to rest on his arm as he let out another chuckle. “Of course, it was seriously sexy when you took charge. You didn’t like it?”

“Really? I mean, of course, I liked it, I just wanted to make sure you did too.”

“I really did… you were amazing, like always, baby,” he said, resting his hand on your hip and pulling you a little closer into his sweaty, hot body.

“Hmm, maybe, but I think I prefer it when you’re in charge,” you offered a cheeky wink, causing William to let out another laugh.

It was the perfect way to end the competition. And as you savoured the post-sex cuddle, you both agreed that this type of game was fun, but actually a little too challenging for both of you.

“Yeah, I think if you hadn’t given up, I probably would have shortly after,” you admitted. “I mean, the way you looked on the red carpet… don’t you ever do that to me again!”

“Only if you don’t ever wear that outfit again. I mean, you were so sexy, älskling. But I swear it was so hard not to do anything… especially when Auston made comments about you…”

"Wait, what comments?" you inquired, your curiosity piqued.

"Oh, it’s nothing, he just…" William let out a sigh. "He just commented on your outfit, and then joked about if our competition only counted between you and me…"

Taken aback a little, you then sat up, entangled in the bedsheets, and faced William.

"Do you… think he meant anything by it?"

Though William hesitated for a few seconds, he was also almost certain. "No, no baby, he was just joking… knowing that such comments would get to me," he tried to reassure you, as well as himself, with a soft smile.

"Oh, good," you merely replied.

"Älskling… you’re not… I mean, you don’t… do you?" William's smile slowly faded as he mumbled the words, unable to actually ask the question he was slightly dreading the answer to.

"Do I what? Think Auston is attractive?" you cocked an eyebrow, slightly surprised that your boyfriend was asking such a question about his own teammate.

"Well, yeah, I mean I know what he thinks about you…" William bit his own lip, still unsure what your take truly was on one of his closest friends.

"Oh, well… honestly, I’ve never really thought of him that way…" you gently spoke, pondering your thoughts as you recalled the times with Auston before you started dating William. "I mean he’s not bad looking…"

"Not bad looking?" William let out a small chuckle.

"I’m just saying that many people find him attractive, but… he’s kind of got a funny head shape…" you heard yourself speak, not entirely sure what you meant by it, yet it did throw off the whole questioning about whether you found him attractive or not, since William just chuckled and pulled you in for a kiss.

A soft, romantic, yet passionate and heartfelt kiss, before he looked you in the eyes and whispered, "Min älskade prinsessa."

#18+#Inexperienced!reader x Willy #william nylander imagine #nhl smut #wn88 imagine #william nylander smut #nhl hockey imagine #toronto maple leafs imagine #SlutsforPresidentNylander

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So I saw Dune 2 the other day and obviously I loved it but I have so many thoughts on why the look and characterisations of the Harkonnens (and especially Feyd) actually took a lot of the complexity and interest out of the characters and the house in general.

Like I've been saying it since the first film but the decision to make them so bald and monochrome and almost alien looking really undermines the eventual point (which they do stress in the second movie) that the Atreides and the Harkonnens are the same family. There is no house Harkonnen Vs house Atreides really because they're all related and doing essentially exactly the same thing as one another (with an 'honourable' coat of paint on the part of the Atreides.)

Having the harkonnens be so visually distinct and inhuman looking muddies that point a whole lot. Like in the book Jessica, the baron and alia all share the visual tell of that copper hair and that link is so much visually weaker in the movies.

I totally understand why they did it, it's already complicated enough for the viewers to keep track of the houses and characters and the bleak harkonnens aesthetic makes that easier. Don't get me wrong, there are aspects of the look that I really like and I think it would have been great to incorporate some of that dark, brutalist aesthetic without going quite so far to dehumanise them. But yeah.

And that's without even mentioning the changes to Feyd Rauthas character that, for me, really go against the whole point of his being a foil to Paul. In the new movies theyve seemingly gone in for him being the anti-paul in that he is totally amoral and viscerally cruel and ambitious but in the books I always saw it much more as him being very similar to Paul, his fate just being what would have happened to Paul if he was put in the same position. They've both been bred for the same date, but Paul was raised by a loving family while Feyd was taken from his (more on the parents thing being changed in another post) and cared for by a pedophile, a sadist and a brother who hates him and killed his parents. That'll fuck you up for sure, and is a much more interesting point of comparison that just making him a 'sociopath'. I will explain all of this better in another post maybe.

I just feel like it was a missed opportunity to present another side of the 'young person pushed into fucked up role' thing that was flattened a lot by the edgy psychopath angle they went for. And that's without removing the poison angle from his character and making his driving motivation honour which could not be further from the truth.

Gonna have to write some fuckin fic to straighten this out that's for sure.

#feyd rautha #dune #dune 2 #paul atreides #house harkonnen #ramblings

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I think there's a misconception among some fans who mostly get their characterisation from ao3, that the reason Cass and Jason wouldn't get along is that Jason kills people and Cass hates murderers. And like. You're 50% right but the key context being ignored is that Cass would literally fight to defend the right of a serial killer to live and change like she believes desperately in second chances no matter how far gone the killer is. She'll knock a man out and break his hand so that he can never shoot and kill someone again but if she sees someone feel bad about their kill or even like. Hesitate to hurt a child. She is all over that like she will fight the world just to save this one kind of shitty assassin and give them a second chance at life where they can do better.

Whereas Jason believes that sometimes there are bad people that are simply too far gone, too much of a force of evil hurting and draining actual innocents. And the best way to deal with scumbags like that is a bullet. He feels that some people don't deserve to live, and he's comfortable ending their lives. Judge, jury and executioner. Because no one else is going to kill these people and they deserve to die so that they can never hurt any victims again.

Of course all of this is kind of irrelevant in current canon since dc basically skipped over the reconciliation and development and went yeah Jason is a batfam member and he doesn't kill anymore. So currently in canon none of this conflict of ideals is likely to be addressed. But a lot of people are interested in writing fics that actually detail the steps of reconciliation which is great and I love those fics. I've just also noticed a trend of fumbling a little when it comes to Cass.

Because the root cause as to why they wouldn't get along is not just because Jason kills people. If Jason was a random crime lord Cass would probably try to help him get free of Gotham and start over somewhere else. Killing people and having conflicting emotions about it is the easiest way to get Cass willing to be your number one sponsor at murderer rehabilitation anonymous. It's Jason being someone personal to the family, and someone who believes that some deaths need to happen, as long as the person is sufficiently repulsive enough to Jason. Or even just as a means to an end to prove a larger point, if they're pathetic and evil enough. That's what would make Cass see red, because she projects herself on every single killer and Jason dismissing the possibility of redemption for them, writing them off as deserving of death, clashes fundamentally with not just everything Cass believes in, but also her whole sense of self. Of course it's not that deep for Jason like he's not going to believe Cass should die because she killed someone as a child. But for Cass is simply IS that deep and you throw in the fact that they're both Bruce's kids and yeah. They can maybe be civil in a room together with the family right up until one of them actually talks. Because like 99% of what they could say is guaranteed to touch a nerve for the other.

It's like: Damian says something hilarious and rude towards Jason and Jason jokes about that time he shot him and Cass immediately connects that with him not feeling bad about shooting Damian and starts grilling him as to why. Because Damian's Bruce's son? Or because he's a killer? Or just to get to the rest of the family? And Dick, Duke and Tim are so tired like Alfred cooked a nice meal can we all just eat pie for one night without having to listen to you two go at it.

Tim: I've literally shot you before do you think maybe we can cool it on fighting about Jason's personal ethics tonight. Because generally that ends with me in pain even if I do nothing but sit here.

Cass: You shot me with consent. Different.

Jason: How are you even more obnoxious than Bruce? Do you ever get tired of being so exhausting to be around with your bullshit righteousness?

Cass: If you're tired I can knock you out. Nice nap for you and fun for me.

Dick: And that's ten minutes in a room together before any threats of physical harm start flying around! Great job you two, a new personal record.

#dc #cassandra cain #batfam #dc rambles #jason todd #Ironically enough if Jason didn't focus on killing “bad” people #And instead was just a regular murderer with no greater point except Yeah I need this person to die as a means to an end #Cass is way more likely to look at him and go: Oh hell yes personal improvement project right here #Going up to Bruce like trust me dad he feels bad about killing that guy I saw his hand hesitate for 0.5 seconds before pulling the trigger #Whereas if Jason is like I'm killing this guy to prove a Point. The world is better off without him in it #Cass sees red like congratulations you triggered a solid 70 of her trauma buttons. Hope you like broken bones.

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catholic-character-tournament · 11 months

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Round 1 - Side B

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Matt

Matt's faith in the show is really important and well explored; one of the first scenes of the show is Matt going to confession (or, well, talking to his priest since he's not really confessing at that point). Matt struggles a lot with what he's supposed to do; everyone's telling him to kill the villain and he kinda wants to, but he literally says: "I know my soul is damned if I take his life". He struggles with his faith and goes with his doubts to his priest, and it's beautiful—also when he finally gets a costume for his vigilanteing he chooses to dress as the devil, lol. (His priest tells him that nothing makes people run to Church faster than the feeling of having the devil on their heels.)

a lot of the show is about how he justifies his vigilante actions with his faith, and whether he's doing the right thing in trying to help people or just using it as an outlet for his anger. the literal first scene of the show has him in a confession booth talking to his priest (who is a really interesting character too). this is not the scene I was talking about but it's such an excellent scene with matt talking to his priest: https://youtu.be/XHZ3NbEIDdw

canonically catholic but dresses like a demon to be quirky

honestly i dont wanna type too much but i feel that matt is a great example of someone who battles with his faith because he rarely loses his faith but rather fights with why he was made the way he was and put through what he was. He believes himself to have the devil inside him but believes that God put him there

ok in the comics barring the most current run matt has Mostly been a non-practicing Catholic that very rarely actually does any catholic Activities but ends up falling back into the Mindset and very occasionally dramatically taking confession (ex. in that one issue where he takes confession, basically tells the father that he is uniquely terrible and is thinking about violently murdering someone and when the father says "you can be forgiven" hes like "AUGFH-- NO!!!!!!!!!!" and runs out) when he's gone through some shit. and i love that its so relatable

hello its me cct organizer. i have to come clean, i made this tournament because i need matt to win something. i dont think hell win the sadboy and he lost the ginger tournament and >:( hes my favoritest guy ever. Also @ who said he has religious trauma is wrong and i will fight u about it (nicely) on my main @usaigi

This guy so catholic he spends an ungodly amount of time just chilling in the church. And goes there whenever there is a moral conundrum about killing people being Bad even though it would solve a lot of problems and stop said people from killing other people. This happens every other episode. Matt is the Catholic Guilt Guy. There's actually a lot of catholic stuff in the show as a whole. Just a compilation would be like three whole episodes long.

Hes great hes catholic enough to not outrught murder people but not catholic enough to not fuck before marriage hes a bisexual disaster at all times hes besties with a priest might i add hes great hes my special little guy

his catholicism is a huge piece of his characterisation he was raised by nuns in a catholic orphanage, the first scene we ever see him (as an adult and not a flashback) is him going to confession, he is good friend with his priest and has regular debates with him, etc also in s3 he has a huge crisis of faith after he lost A Lot where he stops believing for a while and it's linked to his identity crisis where he actually wants to kill another person (a hard line he previously chose never to cross) and wants to be only daredevil and not matt murdock, when he is both and needs both to exist also when he was a kid his grandmother used to say "watch out for the murdock boys, they've got the devil in them" and it created a surprising lot of his issues

So he's both catholic in the comics and the show but he's More Catholic in the show. Like, raised in a catholic orphanage by nuns (ONE OF WHICH IS HIS *MOTHER*), second scene in the show has him in a confession box kind. Matt Murdock goes out and gets the shit beaten out of him nightly and also beats the shit out of other people and purposefully leaned into devil iconography as his theme. When his nurse friend says, he takes a lot of punishment without one complaint he says "That part's the Catholicism." It is a Core Aspect of his character (at least in the show). He makes me insane. Also the same chemicals that blinded him created the teenage mutant ninja turtles and everyone should know that.

They went to confession to a priest who they had saved as their costumed counterpart and the guy recognized them by the voice, proving that it's possible and everyone else is just dumb

he takes "i wanna fight god" to new and incredibly violent levels, while also being a sweetheart and a goofball

Actually strictly WILL NOT kill criminals. Goes wayyy out of his way to avoid it. Fights with the Punisher about it. Goes to confession booth after nightly vigilante excursions. Feels so much guilt. "How have you been holding up?" "Like a good Caltholic boy" "that bad huh" - actual conversation with his priest

So Daredevil struggles with his mission as a crime fighter because killing criminals goes against his faith. He makes it a point to not kill criminals, believing that even bad people deserve a second chance. This philosophy puts him at odds against The Punisher, who is a relentless killer. As a Catholic myself, while I love the concept of a morally conflicted superhero, I think the worldbuilding around Daredevil is lacking. If he struggles with violence and killing, why doesn't he pray to warrior saints like Saint Michael, Saint Ignatius of Loyola (a former knight), or Saint Joan of Arc? Why isn't there a community of other Catholics he can turn to for guidance, considering New York City has a sizeable population of Catholics? And why are the churches he goes to always empty? Doesn't he know that the Catholic Church supports the just war theory? I think that would have made his burden more bearable.

He goes to church and confesses to punching people and says "imma do it again can i apologize in advance" and the father dude says "no you're meant to stop now" and Matt says "no" and they do this everyday. I'm not remembering it properly but this is a canon interaction i swear

HELLO HI YES I LOVE HIM AND WILL INFOR DUMP ok so. he is a vigalantty and he got named daredevil and he is an orphan and after the age of 12 was raised in an orphanage at a Catholic church and his therapist is his priest via confession abd. also his mother is a nun he has a whole mental breakdown over god and called Job a pussy because he liked god until he got better and liked god again he said "I'm dearedrvil and not even god can stop that now" and he's so cool

matt is a freakish little babygirl who was raised by nuns and definitely has religious trauma. i hate him so much (affectionately)

he’s literally fucking insane about it i don’t know what to say here. he thinks he’s chosen by god to go on some sort of holy quest to save hell’s kitchen. joan of arc ass.

i already know hes in by default j just wanted to give him a personal shout out i love this angsty catholic dweeb

how practicing he is depends on the run, but in my favorite he is quite literally confessing to a member of the last extant order millitant who happens to be a priest at a church in hells kitchen.

i love him for having the funniest version of a trope i usually hate (person gets into confession booth and asks forgiveness not for what they've done, but for what they're about to do). usually this trope just looks silly to me bc like. the priest would just say "i can't do that" and you would have to either awkwardly explain yourself or just Leave. it's funny when matt does it because fr. lantom is probably like "what are you gonna do???" and matt's like "lol. lmao. 😊 hehehe." anyway we love this angry catholic man who dresses up like the devil to beat people up in hell's kitchen

Harrowhark

I'm pretty sure you've already got plenty of submissions for her so I'll just say she was raised in what is basically a cult (technically a nunnery but let's be real) dedicated to keeping the body of the thing that will kill God behind the rock. One of their prayers is actually "I pray the rock is never rolled away". Harrow is extremely devout as penance for her earlier heretical actions in the tomb as a child (spoiler!) so the Catholic guilt really comes through

imagine being a catholic nun and you meet god, but it turns out he’s a twitch streamer from new zealand who became god because everything got a little bit out of hand. and just before you met him you gave yourself a diy grief-fuelled lobotomy with the help of your best frenemy. imagine how insane you’d be. now multiply that insanity by nine. that’s the fictional love of my life right there.

she meets god. she’s not inspired

she’s number one practitioner of space Catholicism. The locked tomb is chock full of Christian (catholic) imagery themes metaphors etc. just look at her she’s got a bone rosary

They're Catholicism with extra bones. Everyone is a nun. They have what is basically a rosary made from knuckle bones. They technically worship the same God as everyone else, but they're waaaay more focused on The Body in the Tomb (Mary) and we get a moment where we find out that while everyone else prays the equivilent of The Lords Prayer, they're doing the equivilent of Hail Mary. And they paint their faces with skulls.

She thinks leaving dry bread in a drawer is taking care of someone. She's in love with a 10,000 year old corpse (the same one they worship). She spent ALL NIGHT digging with her bare hands to make sure a field had bones every 5 feet so she could fight her girlfriend - I mean, greatest enemy. Spoiler territory: She's been puppeting her parents corpses since she was 8 years old. Instead of grieving her dead girlfriend, she gives herself a lobotomy. She makes soup with bone in it so she can use the bone IN THEIR STOMACH to try and kill them.

The author is/was Catholic and the entire series had heavy Catholic overtones. https://www.tor.com/2020/08/19/gideon-the-ninth-young-pope-and-the-new-pope-are-building-a-queer-catholic-speculative-fiction-canon/ A good breakdown of how it's Catholic

#matt murdock #daredevil #marvel #Harrowhark Nonagesimus #The Locked Tomb #cct polls #tumblr tournament #tumblr bracket #tumblr polls

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luna-rainbow · 7 days

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What is wrong with the writers of the new MCU material? Do they just hate Bucky, especially the writer of the Falcon and the Winter Soldier (he's NOT the Winter Soldier anymore!)? Did Bucky kick their cat or something? This hatred and victim blaming is not justified! "Oh Bucky's just a cray-cray psycho killing machine with cool metal arm but probably belongs in a padded cell. Lol he says he had no choice such a lame excuse..."

Soo…I don’t know if people still remember the rumours from back in 2021 and I don’t know how much of it is true, but my guess at it is this: there were supposed to be two main writers on the series. Spellman was supposed to take Sam’s story, while the other guy wrote Bucky’s story. For whatever reason, the other guy quit before he finished, and didn’t give the writing team enough time to put things together.

From a story craft point of view, Bucky’s story in TFATWS reeks of first-draft-ism. It’s a scattered plot of events that don’t quite string together, and a self-contradictory characterisation that hasn’t yet been smoothed over (but was made a little more believable by Sebastian’s efforts). You can tell some central character themes had been planted in the first draft — the PTSD, the guilt, the messy way he’s trying to relearn how to interact with people (Yori, Sam and later the Wakandans), the struggle with breaking free of his past. These were all strong, interesting character beats for Bucky to work through, and it honestly could have been a good story. And I think that’s when the original writer bailed.

When Spellman picked up this draft, he was pressed for time, he hadn’t watched CATWS and he never thought he’d needed to know about Bucky’s story, so he reads TheMovieSpoiler summary of the movie and tries to piece the rest of the story together. But Bucky’s not his priority nor his interest. There’s already beats of the story that were planned and have to be there for IP reasons. So beyond what was already in the first draft as mentioned above, Bucky is made to be the fall guy to make the rest of the plot happen. Zemo’s release — well we can’t make Sam help break out the criminal that killed an African king so we’ll make Bucky do it, who cares if it makes no sense for his character. The counselling session — the show’s few moments of levity, doesn’t matter that it makes no sense but hey, forced homoeroticism is hilarious, isn’t it? The Wakandan three-way fight — I may be remembering this wrong but I think Skogland said it was one of the first scenes that she had planned for. That fight had to happen, and again Bucky was made to provoke the Wakandans to the point Seb had to step in and say, almost literally, “he would not fucking say that” to make them wind back the animosity between Bucky and Ayo. Sam’s suit — oh no we can’t have Sam asking for it himself that would be too egocentric, we also can’t have Wakandans offering because well, not like the plot actually made Sam a strong ally for Wakanda, so we get Bucky asking for Sam’s suit to be made minutes after he fixes his mistake of releasing Zemo. It doesn’t matter if it doesn’t make sense if it’s Bucky doing it, cos I really think by this stage Spellman didn’t give a shit about a character that wasn’t supposed to be his responsibility in the first place. It’s like when you’re doing group project and your teammate bails on you, you’re gonna do just enough to get that pass but you ain’t putting in the effort for a distinction cos just looking at the unfinished work is pissing you off. So then Bucky also becomes the token white male who pushes all the wrong buttons during the few token racism scenes cos we gotta make Walker have some redeemable qualities and he’s already a dick so we can’t make him racist too.

So instead of having a thoughtful story about a veteran trying to grapple with his guilt and PTSD and lack of agency and making some mistakes along the way, you get a weird disjointed plot of some guy…with some bad dreams…who randomly does things for no good personal reason…who gets made the butt of the joke for the stuff he’s experienced cos he’s got a metal arm and super soldier serum how hard could it have been he just needs to go and apologise for killing people while simultaneously having multiple poignant scenes portraying his lack of agency.

Every writer who tells you “a hero is only as interesting as the villain” just secretly wants to write a simpable villain. And when that writer isn’t very skilled, you get the disaster of TFATWS where a lot of effort is spent on making Zemo funny and personable, and Walker nuanced and sympathetic, instead of making either of the titular heroes funny or personable or nuanced or sympathetic. And yeah, I really don’t think Spellman ever cared enough about Bucky to want to make him sympathetic…or a hero. Remember when he said Bucky pulling open the van door was the first time Bucky has ever been a hero? Fuck right off with that.

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