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agro-carnist · 2 years

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Hoo boy. So on top of dealing with COVID, I also had an incredibly stressful day yesterday. I’ve calmed down enough today to make this post addressing what happened. If you haven’t seen yet, @/is-the-owl-video-cute and some of their followers have been saying some horrible things about me

This started because I blocked them some time ago. I did this because I was tired of seeing them always going on tangents. I started being upset with them back when they were having really bad takes on vulture culture, but did not block them then because I wanted to leave it as water under the bridge since they were still an educated figure on raptors. But consistently they kept ranting about things I didn’t agree with or just didn’t want to see as I was only interested in the animal welfare based content. I blocked them silently because I did not want to start any fights with them. Just not be involved with that anymore and continue our lives. When they noticed they were blocked by me, they and their followers began speculating as to why, which ended up with them bringing up a lot irrelevant things and assuming many things about me.

One of the assumptions is that I am a proshipper. I am not. And I do not like being dragged into online shipping discourse. I am not interested in being put into an “us vs them” dichotomy and I am not comfortable being involved in that discourse.

The proship accusation was just the small thing though. Later I was being accused of something that I truly could not take. I have thick skin, not much will really get to me in the online world, but this is one thin that gets me to my core. As you guys know, I’m a therian. I have another tumblr blog where I talk about my therianthropy and general alterhumanity. An anon shared this with owlvid, and because of what they found, I am being called a zoophile.

I am being accused of this because of this post I reblogged. Owlvid has deliberately misinterpreted the message of this thread to accuse me (and others that have been dragged into this) of being a zoophile/apologist (some of their posts call me an apologist and others insinuate I am a zoo myself, or has anons saying that I am a zoo). Some things they are claiming:

That I and others are claiming therians are all zoophiles and that zoophilia is good

That the post did not say raping animals is bad; more claims that it says zoophilia is “good and normal”

MORE asserting that the post claims therian = zoophile, and that it says therians SHOULD identify as zoophiles

That there are zoophiles in the thread

Let’s get this clear: none of these claims are true. The thread does not say that being a zoophile is “good” or “normal” or that therians are all zoophiles or should identify as zoophiles, and there are also no zoos in the thread. Every person in the thread made it clear that bestiality is immoral. The point was to not immediately demonize people with involuntary attractions. People with paraphilic disorders should not be treated as automatically predators. People don’t just decide to become zoophiles. And some people’s alterhumanity relates to their illnesses or disorders. Having a paraphilic disorder is morally neutral. It is having sexual contact with an animal that is morally reprehensible. I and others don’t want to stigmatize people with disorders or treat them like monsters for things they did not choose and can not get rid of. As for owlvid saying that none of the “zoophiles” in the thread said they were getting help - that’s because nobody in the thread is a zoophile. I would also like to point out that this demonization of those suffering with paraphilic disorders keeps them from seeking professional help and drives them to seek people that will enable their urges. There’s also a lot of other reasons why someone does not go to therapy, which I believe many of the people accusing me would agree with, including financial barriers, or being part of a demographic that is often dismissed by psychiatric professionals. People paraphilic disorders need support, not constant demonization. This is why I reblogged that post. People like owlvid insist that these people are inherently predatory, and anything less than full acceptance of their own monstrous nature means they are defending bestiality or trying to normalize zoophilia. Zoophiles, even when they are aware of the immorality of acting on their attractions, need to admit themselves to therapy immediately, no matter the situations, and failure to do so means they are evil, and they should also not try to seek a support group of like minded individuals because then they are promoting their attractions. I don’t see this mindset as anything but reductive and harmful. It will achieve the opposite of what we all want - for animals to be safe from sexual abuse.

There is another thing that owlvid and an anon has said about me:

That I am suspicious for working with animals/I am a danger to the animals I work with

I am appalled by this. Nothing could make me more sick. To insinuate that I chose this line of work so I could abuse animals is unacceptable to me. I work with animals because I want to help them and because I have an interest in medicine. I made this whole blog all about doing good for animals and have been doing this for years. I’ve even talked about how bestiality is immoral and animals cannot consent to sex for years. I have made enemies with big name zoos online. LycanTheory and Toggle the Rat hate me and have attacked me because I am anti bestiality. That all this could be undone because of a single post that has been willfully misread and misinterpreted is incredibly insulting to me.

And another reason why I spend the better part of yesterday feeling faint and nauseous: I suffer from OCD, which includes intrusive thoughts that horrify and disgust me. Owlvid mentioned intrusive thoughts on their blog, so they should know how awful they are. I have zoophilic intrusive thoughts, and on my worst days make me question myself, who I am as a person, and make me want to hurt myself. Accusing someone with intrusive thoughts of actually wanting to do those things is incredibly triggering. Owlvid surely did not mean this, but it hurt me greatly anyways. I am not a zoophile. I do not condone bestiality. I am disgusted by animal sexual abuse. I am just not a reactionary when it comes to discussions about paraphilias.

I cannot stand for this attack on my character. I cannot stress enough how disgusted, appalled, infuriated, demoralized, upset I am by this.

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eurydicees · 2 years

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6, 9, 11 and 12 for the ask game!! :D

hello hello hello !!! here’s the q’s for anyone interested!! under the cut bc boy did this get out of hand

6. Describe what you do and your feelings after posting a chapter. (For example: When do you usually post a fic/chapter update? How do you celebrate a posting? Are you the type to refresh constantly?, etc.)

nervous.

like. so nervous. i get so scared that people who liked prev chps or prev works will hate this one, and so every time i post, i get incredibly anxious that this is gonna be the one. this is gonna be the fic that ruins it and makes everyone hate my writing. which, like, god, that’s so fucking dramatic. but knowing that it’s dramatic has yet to stop me from being nervous every time i post. so yeah… i post and then immediately refresh every half hour to see if anyone has read it. which is not great bc i tend to post at weird times, so people generally don’t read every half hour after posting. rip.

9. What inspired you to write your first fic?

ok we gonna unlock some deep fucking eurydicees lore. *western cowboy voice* fanfic and i go way back.

so the first first first fic i ever wrote was a percy jackson fanfic when i was, like, somewhere around 8-10yrs old. it was absolutely terrible, but that’s irrelevant. i wrote it bc i was so deeply obsessed with pjo that i HAD to get my thoughts out somewhere. this was probably around the time lost hero came out? probably a little earlier bc i was Anticipating it. i had read a lot of ffn.net pjo fics and written a lot of original short stories and novels (also absolutely terrible, but also irrelevant), so i figured i might as well try my hand at it. shoutout to the pjo truth or dare percico/perachel/percabeth fics written in ~2010 for being an inspiration there.

now, fast forward to middle school / freshman yr of high school age-ish. just. like. as i say this, please please please know that i have a lot of shame and have very much grown as a human being. anyways, i started reading certain terrible fics on wattpad and got really annoyed when the little pop up that was like “make an account and keep reading” would come up and stop me from going. so i made an account lol. and then i was like. ok……. these fics are pretty good. i bet i can do that. and then i did. and then i kept doing that for a Long time. yikes. so these were the first fics i published, and it was mostly inspired by other wattpad folks. the first ever wattpad fic i wrote was inspired by this song by troye sivan, though, if we’re gettin’ real specific.

ok and now first fics on ao3… i signed up to do the pjo/hoo big bang back in 2019, and that was what inspired me to make my ao3 account. goddamn it rly does all come full circle to percy jackson. rick riordan how does it feel to run my life. this being said, the first fic i actually published on ao3 was mcu, and it was entirely inspired by endgame, because i thought that movie was prime material for making bucky barnes suffer, and also i hated it.

anyways. this has been your crash course in eurydicees history. i hope you enjoyed. there will be an exam.

11. Who is your favorite character(s) to write about and why?

ok so i’m gonna do a couple bc i have a complete inability to choose favorite anythings:

ohshc: tamaki and kyoya 100%. i’m so obsessed with both of them. i think tamaki is super fun to settle into bc he is, all at once, so stupid and so smart and so loving and so oblivious and so so so so. it’s just so much fun to get into his headspace and rly figure out what makes him work as a person, and how i can make that into a story. kyoya is also really fun to write bc like, i get to wax poetics about tamaki suoh, and this is one of my all time favorite activities. he’s also really different from a lot of other characters i write, so it’s cool to branch out!

haikyuu: kuroo and atsumu! they’re both such subtly complex characters and i love drawing those complexities out and rly making them prominent. they also both have really interesting interpersonal dynamics that are SO fun to look at and really pull apart. i’m a very character-focused writer, so it’s really fun to be able to look at a character and have so much to work with already, but neither are necessarily the leading protags (kuroo arguably is a protag, but not in the way someone like hinata is) so it’s also fun to be able to add on my own little bullshit headcanons without anything to contradict me. bipolar!atsumu and biracial!kuroo my beloveds, no one can tell me u aren’t real. also they’re both just so fun to clown on lmfao

12. What is your favorite theme/subject matter/trope/ship to write about? Why?

ahhhh this one is Hard. ok. again, i’m incapable of doing favorites, so i’m gonna just talk abt a couple things.

1 .i love doing canon compliant character studies, particularly ones that involve taking a tiny aspect of something and making it deeply important 2. i also just love internalized homophobia and coming out fics, which is probably a sign of some internalized shit but i don’t know and i don’t care to! 3. soulmate fics, enough said there. i’ve written six thousand of them (i have a series w three ~40k word long parts coming soon probably, and the tamakyo one also in progress) 4. just in general, i like writing lots of pining and lots of angst w/ a happy ending :)

ty for the ask!!

#ask #these questions are funnnnnn

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thefloatingstone · 3 years

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An small sampling of fucked up shit in PatB

Incomplete because these are just the moments I remembered off the top of my head without actively LOOKING for things in each episode.

I have also not seen many episodes in the last season despite being a big fan. It be like that sometimes.

Also including moments that are not actually fucked up but I wanted to mention them for other reasons.

0: The entire plot of the show is Brain wanting to take over the world. He’s portrayed as a megalomaniac who wants power but the show reinforces time and time again that his motivations are Brain is super angry at humanity fucking up the Earth but politically as well as environmentally and thinks he can do a better job if he just ran the damn thing himself. (And yet often his plans include extreme environmental damage like melting the ice caps and stuff. Go figure.)

1: Brain recounts his childhood days as a lab mouse, his water bottles filled with copyright dodging Snapple (a cooldrink), Chanel No. 5 (a perfume), DDT (a pesticide which has been outlawed since the broadcast of this episode due to its intensely harmful effects on the environment) and ALAR (a plant growth regulator used on apple trees which was outlawd in the 80s due to it being an incredibly high cancer risk in people who eat the apples afterward)

jfc

2: That time Brain lured some of the fieldmice around the lab into the lab specifically so he could test a nightvision serum on them before taking it himself.

(I actually like this episode because it turns out the mice are Brain’s parents (because cartoons) and it turns into a story about having parents who expect you to live up to impossible expectations and if your parents fail to live up to your expectations for how parents to be you need to accept that about them and stop trying to force a relationship with them in a way it cannot exist. It’s weirdly touching seeing Brain listening to Pinky give advice but if I list every moment I like in the show which is like this we’ll be here all day)

3: That time PETA broke into the lab and “freed” Pinky and Brain by dropping them in a jungle where they had no hope of survival and the episode turned into a parody of Heart of Darkness.

Also Pinky kills and eats a whole ass wild boar.

4: The episode where Pinky and Brain find and for a short period raise a baby Clark Kent (Because WB owns the rights to Superman so they could just do shit like this) It ends with the mice agreeing to make a scrapbook

5: That time Pinky and Brain had a son together. Just... this whole episode. From Pinky calling La Leche League International [ La Leche League International is a non-governmental, nonprofit organization that organizes advocacy, educational, and training related to breastfeeding. ] to the rather liberal use of “Oh my Lord” and “For God’s sake” which is pretty far up there in “PG things you’re not allowed to say in kids’ cartoons) to Romy referring to Brain and Pinky as “My two dads” to Pinky ending the episode after the ‘tomorrow we try to take over the world’ line with “Not tonight Brain, I have a headache”

fsdfkjdshfk how did this episode get approved???

6: The neighbour who lives in the dilapidated house next door to Acme labs (because of cartoon reasons) thinks Pinky is”the Missus” of the lab and has a crush on him (and tries to have an affair with Pinky because he thinks Pinky and Brain are married WHICH I MEAN....). Something Pinky finds immensely uncomfortable. For some reason this is a continuity detail they kept throughout the show, with the neighbour coming across as a bit of a stalker and it’s weirdly not played for laughs. It’s just strangely threatening and uncomfortable.

7: the anti smoking episode where the lab got Brain addicted to Nicotine. This episode was made directly to criticise the ‘Joe Camel’ character used by Camel brand cigarettes which was targeted at children trying to get them addicted to cigarettes at an early age. This was a real thing that happened and we don’t talk about it enough.

8: I mentioned the extremely messed up episode where they travel into the future to meet their future selves a whole TWO YEARS INTO THE FUTURE) but I didn’t mention this in the previous post because I wanted the screenshot. But please enjoy Pinky’s surgical scar. You’re welcome I guess.

Oh for fuck’s sake while getting the screenshot I got a line from Pinky making fun of Brain’s floppy left ear and how he “Can’t get it up any more” AAHJSAGJHGFJFGDSJHFPLEASE

9: That time Brain yelled at Pinky that he was completely worthless so Pinky sold his soul to Satan so Brain could take over the world and Brain had to go to hell to get him back. (in case you were curious, Hell is located underneath the DMV)

10: This screenshot which I once posted to facebook and a friend of my replied with “We all see who the big spoon really is” and that’s a phrase burned right into my fucking cortex.

Anyway so that’s just the ones I can remember.

This show is a fucking trip. Try rewatching it sometime. Season 1 is probably what you think the show is like but get past that and HOO BOY.

This was just the “things you probably forgot” post. I could make a whole different post about “they really did that” episodes but honestly... idk I’m not sure anyone really cares about a cartoon from 1995 and it makes me weirdly self conscious. Like I’m one of those internet people whose tastes and interests stagnated in the mid 90s and I really don’t want to come across like that or fall into that trap. As I feel it’s very unhealthy to not explore and look into newer media and content and stagnating in cartoons ONLY from your own early childhood dooms you to irrelevance.

So idk if I’ll really talk about this more. But I wanted to make this post at least.

#Pinky and the Brain #PatB #long post #image heavy #these posts take a while to make so feel free to drop me a ko-fi if you want

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ren-therose · 3 years

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It Was Always You

Dr. John Watson X F!Reader (3.9k words)

Summary: You walk into 221B, knowing full well that Sherlock, a colleague of yours, isn’t there; however, his flatmate John is. In his own jealousy and anger at Sherlock, a misunderstanding occurs, and you attempt to resolve it.

Warnings: angst, fluff, jealousy, smut 18+, thigh riding, oral (m receiving), unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), this mans sexy hands ( dont @ me)

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Mrs. Hudson was kind enough to let me into 221 Baker Street, knowing that no one else would ever answer the door except her. When she opened it, she was taken aback to see me standing there, still in my work clothes with an envelope in hand.

“Oh hello dear! I thought you were Sherlock. That man always seems to lose the keys to the flat. I have had to make so many copies for him. Just the other day, I caught him trying to slip his hand through the mail slot and, oh! Anyway, that’s probably not why you are here- you must be here to see Sherlock! If you’re looking for him, he isn’t here love, but you might be able to find him-”

I cut her off, grabbing her hands and pulling her in to give her a tight hug, landing a peck on her cheek as I pulled away. I loved the boys landlady, but Mrs. Hudson had a way of going on incredibly long and irrelevant tangents. She made the best biscuits in all of London though.

“No Mrs. Hudson, I’m not here to see Sherlock....I...I-I’m actually here to see John,” I said sheepishly, looking down at the envelope in my hands. I shook my head, trying not to get caught up in my own stress, and stretched the envelope out to her. “Mrs. Hudson, before I go up, I have a present for you. Two tickets to the opera, and a handsome man waiting for you there. I know he is the one that has been bringing you those gorgeous roses,” I said, looking behind her to see the vase on the entry table. Her eyes widened as she shifts slightly, stealing a glance at the flowers, as if she was checking to see if they were still there. She turned, taking the envelope and pulled out the tickets to the Royal Opera House, only to immediately shove them back in. She tried to push the envelope into my hands again, but I declined, making a surrendering gesture and backing away. We quarreled for a few moments, pivoting around the tiny entry until I finally made it up a few of the steps, asserting my dominance to show the unwillingness I held.

“Ms. Y/N, you are quite the meddler,” she said with a shake of her head, opening the envelope once more. “...what time does the show start....my goodness! I have to change now!” Mrs. Hudson exclaims. Lucky for her, my plan was already in motion.

“You have 15 minutes until the private car will come to pick you up, ma’am, but you always look lovely,” I reply with a wink.

“Wear red!” I call back to her, as I climb the stairs to the second floor, hearing her coo as she made her way back into her flat.

The door of 221B was unlatched, and I didn’t think John would mind the intrusion. He too would probably just assume it was Sherlock waltzing in. I opened the door to see the doctor, sitting in his usual spot, typing away on a new blog post. He had today's morning paper next to him, as though he needed to cite another source about his own adventure with the famous Mr. Holmes. He didn’t look up, but instead called out, “I thought you weren’t coming back tonight. Something to do with some new case? Or was it perhaps Mycroft? I can’t keep track of you anymore, though I’m sure you care little for my location and/or well-being if it doesn’t affect a case”. He was clearly in a mood, but it was my fault Sherlock was out. He may be a genius, but he didn’t seem to realize that Molly and I had played him. He would be busy playing with cadavers all evening.

I took off my coat and hung it on the rack by the door, as well as my scarf. My work clothes were not usually something I would wear around their flat, but I had come straight from the university where I teach and research human behavior, attitude and persuasion. The button up blouse and navy blue skirt were a staple to my wardrobe of simplistic outfits. The only bits character I would add to my looks were my shoes. Today, I had settled on well-loved, leather loafers with a good sized heel that matched my tweed coat. I kicked off the shoes and walked behind him into the kitchen, looking for something to defrost the chill I had caught from walking across town. Or maybe it was the nerves.

“You better not be placing any more human remains in our fridge Sherlock. I’m tired of the disembodied heads, an-and, and, singular eyeballs! It’s like they are staring into my soul...” his words trailed off. “Y/N?” he asked with a hint of fear, as well as amusement. He knew it was me, but it was hard to tell from the outfit and position I was in. I could very well be a murderer, client, or complete stranger, rummaging through his fridge. But it was me. I was bent over in the fridge, looking for cream, and I hadn’t noticed him stand and turn back towards the kitchen. As my arse stuck out from the behind the door of the fridge, I called back to him. “Do you want a drink? I feel like a tea,” I exclaimed, standing up right to look at him with bottle of creamer in hand. I could see him relax as he looked me over, checking to make sure I wasn’t in any distress. My hair was in a French-twist of sorts, but by this time of day, it usually fell around my face and would lose its form, becoming a messy blob. I brushed the hair out of my face, giving him a smile as I set the creamer down on the meth-lab of a kitchen island. I often acted manic around them, trying to control my own obsessions and addictions, but they both looked out for me. John enjoyed caring for people, especially Sherlock and I.

He shook his head, complete with his mental examination of me. “I didn’t know you were coming over. You know that Sherlock isn’t-”

I pounded my fist on the counter, not hard enough to be angry, but enough to show my irritation. “Why does everyone think I have come to see Sherlock? Even Mrs. Hudson had assumed!” I exclaimed, walking across the kitchen. Huffily, I grabbed the kettle and began to fill it with tap water, leaning over the sink as I lifted my heels, back and forth, shifting my weight.

“Well,” he began, rubbing the back of his neck, looking off to the side. “The two of you work closely together, I just assumed that you would want to pick his brain about some new theory you’re trying to publish,” he murmured.

“Jesus John, you make it sound so salacious,” I laugh, reaching up to get the mugs. “What do you think we are doing at my office, or when we are gone?” I had to go on my tip toes, especially since I had taken off my heels. As I reached, I didn’t notice that John had been looking over my stocking covered legs, taking in the tone of my calves as I struggled to grasp a mug.

“Here, let me help you Y/N,” John said, rushing over to help grab the cups. I had already grabbed them, but his hands wrapped around mine, supporting the mugs and me. He was so close, my chest mere inches from his, the drinkware between us. He looked down between us, then back at me, a look in his eyes that gave my stomach butterflies.

Before I could get ahead of myself, I stepped back to put the mugs on the island next to us. “John, Sherlock is merely a colleague with an annoyingly witty brain that can help me with my publication. I can’t stand the bastard most of the time,” I say, pouring an ungodly amount of sugar into my cup.

“Well, that makes two of us. I just thought you fancied him, especially since you come over and help take care of the place quite a bit.”

It was true. Anytime I came over to ask them about the latest case and the actions of the killer, I found myself tidying up, doing dishes, and even making meals. But it wasn’t for Sherlock.

“No John, that’s not why I help out,” I say tentatively. My body was facing the many bottles and beakers on the counter in the center of the kitchen, while he stood next to me, leaning his side against the counter, still looking down at me. Taking a deep breath, I turn to face him. “John, it’s because I-”

Before I could finish, we hear the familiar owl-like call from Mrs. Hudson to vocalize her entrance. “Hoo Hoo! Y/N, thank you again for these tickets. However will I repay you?” the woman asks as she wraps her arms around me for a hug.

“Oh Mrs. Hudson, consider it an early gift!” I say, squeezing her back.

“There is no holiday coming up,” John says inquisitively.

“Sometimes, there isn’t a reason, John,” I say with a little edge to my voice. “Give my best to your handsome admirer!”

“I will love, I will. See you later tonight!” she chirped as she walked out.

“Or not,” I mumble with a small snicker.

“Heard that!” She calls out behind her. For an older woman, her hearing can be remarkable. I laugh, and John emits a slight chuckle as well. We look to each other once more, smiling with content, though I can see John’s brain trying to solve the question of why I gave her the tickets. But before he could interrogate me, the kettle begins to whistle.

“Tea’s ready. Earl Grey or Black Tea?” I ask, quickly moving past him to the tin.

“I know you know what I like,” he says, arms crossed as he watches me pick out the bags.

“I just thought I’d give you an option,” I say, bringing the bags back and dropping them in the mugs. “But I know not to ask about the sugar,” I say with a wink, a sense of my more relaxed self peeking through. I turn to grab the kettle, but John has already done so. I am standing in front of the mugs, when he comes up behind me, pouring the water from around. He is close to me, but not touching. His other hand is just barely ghosting over mine, hanging by my side.

“I’m so sorry, I could move,” I manage to say, stepping off to the side.

“No, no, you’re no bother,” he softly says. I can smell the aftershave on his skin, a smell I had often found so comforting. This new proximity, however, allowed me to better isolate the smell of pine, a hint of mint, and a spice I couldn’t name.

I stirred our drinks, pulling the teabags out now that they had steeped. Adding a dash of cream to mine, I hold it the cup up, signaling a toast.

“To knowing one another.”

“To knowing one another,” he responds.

We clink our cups, taking a sip, not breaking eye contact. I lower my mug, breaking the stare, as I look down at the light brown color of the tea. John clears his throat, moving slightly closer as he looks down at the contents of his own drink.

“Umm..should we, maybe, er, sit?” I say, sounding as though I hadn’t just barged in there several minutes before like I owned the place.

“Yeah, that sounds like a good idea,” he replies.

I was the first to move, coming around to his chair and sitting in the warm seat.

“Yeah, no, get up that’s my spot,” he says, shaking his head as he comes to stand in front of me.

“Sherlock isn’t here, why can’t you sit in his seat?” I ask, pulling my legs up into the cushion, tucking them under my bum.

“I can, but I was in the middle of writing something,” he says, hesitantly sitting down in his friends leather chair.

“I’ll proof it before you continue,” I say, picking up his laptop to put in my lap. He sighs across from me, clearly annoyed. I toss the paper at him. “Here, do the word puzzle or something. Sherlock can’t bother us “ordinary” people about it if we solve it without him around,” I say, scrolling to the beginning of his post.

He picks up the pencil next to the chair, searching the pages for the crossword. As I begin reading, I can’t help but look up to steal glances at the doctor across from me, a man who is constantly overshadowed by the genius he solves crimes with. Sherlock had once told me that while he solves crimes, Watson saves lives. I wonder if he will need to save that for a speech one day, but for now, it reminds me of what an incredible man John is. He has saved my life on many occasions, probably not even knowing, though if he did, probably never taking the credit.

“John, this might be your best entry yet,” I exclaim. Though I felt he was too humble in his writing, he did a wonderful job of painting a picture for the reader and giving us a map inside the detectives thought process.

“No no, it was all Sherlock. He is always the one who solves it,” he says without looking up.

I set the laptop down beside me, pulling my legs down to be crossed over one another at the ankles.

“John, you don’t think very highly of yourself and...well.... it breaks my heart. Truly. Sherlock can’t do these things without you,” I say, looking at the newspaper that hides his face.

“Well, it isn’t without your help around here that I don’t kill him. You’re my saving grace, Y/N,” he says softly. My breathing hitches in my throat. Now was as good a time as any. He still hasn’t moved the paper, as if afraid to see me reaction. Quietly, I slip from the chair to my knees. I move towards him and my place a hand on the top of his leg. He lowers the paper, looking into my bright eyes. As he sets the paper down beside him, John sits up a bit more, leaning in to me. I straighten up, bringing my face closer to his. My hand goes to his cheek, rubbing it softly with my thumb.

“John, it’s always been you,” I whisper.

I slide my hand to the nape of his neck, drawing him. He leans down with parted lips, grabbing my face with both of his hands and kisses me.

Years of knowing the two men, and all I could think of was this moment, the one I never knew if I could have. Our lips fit like puzzle pieces, one on top of the other, allowing for us to feel the buzz of our connection as it lingered on. My other hand had gone to his sweater and was now gripping it, the only thing left grounding me to the earth. As we pulled away, our eyes met, as they had so many times, and the look that we saw finally had a name: desire.

I pulled him back in again, this time with more passion and the need to truly feel that he was mine. His hands had moved from my face down to my waist, and pulled me up onto his lap. My skirt rode up so that I could straddle him, and I prayed it wouldn’t rip (but if it did, i wouldn’t feel too bad).The feeling of his grip around my torso brought back the butterflies, as we gave sharp, open mouthed kisses, our bodies closer than they had ever been. His mouth started to trail from my mine, down to my jaw, under to my neck, causes little hiccup-like gasps to escape me. My hands were on his neck and in his hair, scratching softly to encourage this. As he came down to my collarbone, he stopped abruptly and pulled back to look at me.

“Is something wrong?” I asked, worry clouding my face. I start to get off of him when his arms pull me back, holding me in his lap.

“No no, it’s just...we are in Sherlock's chair,” he says awkwardly.

“Do you think I care whose chair it is John? Besides it’s a bit better for sitting on you and I don’t think I want to get off you anytime soon,” I say smuggly, dragging my hands down to his chest.

“Oh you like sitting in my lap,” he responds, looking quite proud of himself. In response, I rolled my hips against him, feeling him grow underneath me. I bite my lip as I lean to whisper “feels like you do too”. I lick the shell of his ear, exhaling softly.

A low groan comes from his throat and he places his hands on my waist, giving them a pull that causes my body to roll against him once more. I shiver, dropping my head back as I do so. I don’t think either of us have done something like this since we were quite young, but the friction of it, matched with our tension we had stored for years felt so good.

As he continued to roll my hips against his, I leaned back down to kiss him, this time, allowing for him to search my mouth. My hands went to his sweater as I peeled it off of him. I then started unbuttoning his shirt, dragging my nails as I did so. This caused him to buck up into me and I let out a yelp, grinding down against him.

“Here,” he said, lifting me from his lap to his knee. “I want you to ride it for me, could you love?”

How could I say no? Immediately, I rocked against him, feeling myself grow wetter. My skirt was still up around my waist, but as he undid my blouse, He could see that I had a matching set of lingerie underneath. He smirked with a low growl, wrapping his arm around me again, letting my blouse hang freely as he pulled my chest to his mouth. He left love bites on the tops of my chest, suckling and licking as he pulled my bra away from my nipples. They were already perked up from the way I was still grinding onto his knee, but the moment his mouth latched onto my right nipple, I couldn’t help but pull at his hair. He moaned against my breast, causing a vibration that ripped through my body.

“John, I’m so close, please help me,” I gasp, rocking myself in a rhythm I could barely keep. He removes his mouth from my chest, and I drop my forehead to his, as he moves his hands to take control of my waist once more. He tenses his thigh underneath me, creating a new pressure against my clit. I cry out, wrapping my arms tighter around his neck.

“Right there John, please don’t stop,” I choke, trying to breathe a little deeper for fear I might hyperventilate.

He plants a kiss on my lips, pulling my lip away from between his teeth. My legs begin to shake as my orgasm takes my body, releasing my fluids onto his thigh as he continues to roll my hips through it. I can barely sit up, as he lays me down to rest against his chest, drawing on my back with his finger.

“That was so good, Y/N, you did so good for me,” he whispers. I smile, kissing his neck. His eyes flutter closed as I continue to kiss and suck at his neck. As I swing my leg off of him so that I am once again between his legs, I slowly start kissing down to his chest, licking up, and then continuing to kiss back down.

“Jesus, love, you’re gonna be the death of me he says, a hand on his forehead as he looks down to see me biting at his pelvic bone, while my hands creep up his thighs to his belt. I can feel his hard on against my boner, and I feel bad for neglecting it during my ride, but I know how to make it up to him. Once I undid his pants, I started shimming them down him. Pulling his swollen cock out from his trousers, I can already see the beads of precum seeping from his slit. I involuntarily lick my lips, before I give his cock a slow stroke.

John groans above me, his head rolled back and to the side, looking at me with a smile. I smile back, maintaining eye contact as I lean down to plant a kiss on the tip of his dick. His mouth parts lightly as his breathing becomes more shallow, waiting to see what I will do next. I kiss my way down his shaft, all the way to his balls, holding them in one hand while I continued to slowly pump his member in my other. I sucked at them for a moment, releasing them with a pop, causing him to buck up into my hand. I open my mouth and let my tongue drag all the way up the underside of his cock, until I reach the top. I wrap my lips around him, slowly pushing my head down as far as I could take him. His hand goes for my hair, which at this point had fallen out of my usual work-do, so that he could see my face.

“Oh...you know what you’re doing. Keep going love,” he groans out, desperate for more.

I begin to bob my head up and down, taking the rest of shaft in my hand. I use my tongue as well to swipe of his dick as I messily blow the doctor above me. It was no surprise to learn that he had jerked off to this very thought many times, but to actually have it happen was a dream come true for him. As I continue to work his cock, the wetness of my vagina continues to throb at the thought that he could be inside me. I can feel him getting closer as his moans become more strained and grip on my hair tightens.

“Oh, oh, Y/N, you’re gonna have to stop love, I wanna be inside you when I finish,” he says, looking down on me, signaling our next move. I look up at him as I go down as far as I can, gagging on his dick while little tears prick at the corner of my eyes. He pulls me off of him by my hair, leaning down to kiss me sloppily. I had never seen the army doctor so disheveled before, but I loved this different side of him. I stood up to straddle him once more, and as I sat, he took his fingers and ran them through my slit. I hissed at the action, not wanting his fingers when I was ready for his cock. But he took the cum and slickness from my first orgasm and rubbed it onto his cock, preparing me for it. As I sat up, he held his tip to my entrance, looking into my eyes for the green light. I slid down onto him, my mouth gaping open with a sharp inhale as he filled me.

“Jesus Christ...” was all he could say, as I sat with him inside me, both of us half dressed in his living room.

I rolled my hips as I had when I first sat on him, shivering at the girth of his member. I found a rhythm to pace myself with, causing us to pant and groan in unison. As I bounced on him, he brushed my hair behind my ears, cupping my face while I braced myself with my hands on his chest.

He slid down a little shifting the angle of him inside me, causing him to hit my g-spot.

“Jesus, John, that’s it, right there,” I cry, rolling my hips against him. His hands move to wrap around my waist once more, as he takes control, pounding up into me. I shouted, leaning forward with one hand on the back of the chair, the other supporting his neck. Although my mouth was on his, all I could do was moan into him as he relentless hit spot that needed him most.

“Touch yourself,” he demanded. It was a voice he used when he needed to be taken seriously and I wasn’t about to go against him. I snaked my hand between us and made tight circles are my clit, rolling against him and my hand.

“John, please, I can’t, I’m gonna cu-”

He cut me off by sitting up a bit more and replacing my hand with his. I shouted as I gripped his shoulders, riding his cock as the tension broke. I began to pulse around him as I cried out his name over and over. My orgasm ripped through me, and before I could stop myself, I was squirting on top of Dr. John Watson.

He groaned out, “Y/n, Y/n, oh my god, good girl,” as he bucked up into me, coating my walls with his cum.

We rode out our high, forehead to forehead, trying to catch our breaths as our eyes remained close. After a few moments passed, we opened our eyes, looking to see if what we had done was a mistake. But there was no trace of regret in either of our faces.

“I’m yours, Dr. Watson,” I say, taking his face in my hand. He leans into me, then turning to kiss the inside of my hand. “I was always yours”.

Still inside me, we look around. Nothing had changed, except for maybe our relationship status.

“Do you think he will know?” I ask.

“There is not a doubt in my mind,” John replies.

“But do you think he will know we did it in his chair?” I laugh.

“Not if we clean it well enough,” he says, leaning in to rub his nose against mine.

We get up and begin cleaning, though it was hard to bend over, as my knees buckled nearly every time. By the time we had cleaned the room and ourselves up, it was nearly one in the morning. I moved my clothes into Johns room so that Sherlock wouldn’t notice if I slipped out the next morning. All the dishes had been dried and put away so that there was no trace of a guest.

As John and I lay in bed together, waiting for Sherlock to come home, John leans over and asks cautiously, “is this why you gave Mrs. Hudson those opera tickets?”

I freeze for a moment, knowing that I had been caught.

“I just needed her to not interrupt when I told you how I felt. I didn’t know it would lead to...well, this,” I giggle.

He laughs, pulling me towards him to kiss my forehead. “God, I love you.”

He freezes against my forehead, realizing it was the first time we had ever even said the word love to one another, even as friends.

I pull him down by the chin, to kiss him softly on the lips. “I love you too”.

---

A few hours after we had fallen asleep, we were awoken to the bedroom door being swung open and slammed against the wall.

“On my chair, John?!”

~~~~~~~~~~~

If you can’t tell, Martin Freeman rules my life and I have a deep and passionate love for him. I hope you enjoyed and look out for more of this because I am on a ROLL! xoxo

#dr. watson #dr. watson x reader #dr. watson smut #dr. watson fluff #smut #angst #jealousy #sherlock bbc #thigh riding

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twobitmulder · 3 years

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When did Storm Shadow Become a Villain?

There is a scene in GI Joe Resolute where Snake Eyes and Storm Shadow are having their obligatory Ninja Battle and (Spoilers I Guess) Storm Shadow reveals that he orchestrated his uncle, The Hard Master’s, death and that he fully meant to kill Snake Eyes as well, out of jealousy and because his uncle would not teach him the final secret to killing a man in seven steps, fearing that young Storm Shadow was too volatile and violent. Towards the end of the battle Storm Shadows wrist bands come off, revealing his Arashikage tattoo on one arm and a Cobra Sigil on the other.

This version of Storm Shadow (Voiced by “every Beagle Boy on Ducktales” Eric Bauza) stands out amongst his post-2000 incarnations as an unrepentant psychopath, but still falls in line with the prominent view of Storm Shadow as a villain--one of the main villains with a special hatred for his GI Joe counterpart.

This is the version I grew up with. GI Joe vs Cobra through Sigma 6 were the prominent Joe adaptations when I was the target demographic and all throughout Storm Shadow was a bad guy to varying degrees.

I knew in the classic Hama stuff he eventually defected, but I was not prepared for just how much he’s a heroic character from the start. There’s no big sword dual with Snake Eyes, no Anakin and Obi Wan style “friend turned bitter enemy” dynamic. It’s made clear from jump that Tommy is undercover in Cobra and remains an honorable man in search of justice. He leaves Cobra quickly and is branded as a Joe in all his figures until 2000--when they started packing their characters in two-packs with one Joe and one Cobra. In all appearances, Storm Shadow is more a Joe than a Cobra. So what led to the the modern view of Storm Shadow as a bad guy, who, even when he gets his redemption, still has a mean streak and a cruel manner? How did a character in a toy driven franchise who had more toys as a hero than a villain end up as one of the franchise’s most consistent villains?

*(For simplicity’s sake, this is only going to cover film and television portrayals of the character).

*Spoilers for pretty much every GI Joe adaptation to follow.

The first portrayal of Storm Shadow as Cobra Commander’s loyal and competent hatchet man (one of the few) is not too much older than Hama’s original Marvel version. The Sunbow version of Storm Shadow (voiced by “guy you’ve heard in everything” Keone Young) remained a loyal cobra agent--with none of the Hama version’s depth.

He had what you might call “standard cartoon Ninja honor” where he clearly had some kind of code of ethics, but was primarily an arrogant killer (as much as he could be in a cartoon) who fought primarily with Spirit and Quick Kick (voiced by wonderfully talented “guy you’ve seen in everything” Francois Chau) as Snake Eyes was largely shunted to the side in the cartoon. The echoes of Sunbow Storm Shadow can be seen in pretty much every non-comic adaptation that followed.

Skipping right over the Dic continuation of the Sunbow cartoon because Storm Shadow actually is a Joe in that, as he was in the comics and figures of the time (and because I haven’t seen it) we come to the 2000′s era.

The Spy Troops and Valor vs. Venom DTV movies had a Storm Shadow (voiced by “guy who got his blood ripped out by Magneto in X2: X-Men United” Ty Olsson) who was essentially his Sunbow self with one major change. He actually had a history with Snake Eyes, and a bitter rivalry. The details are not gone into in either film (you get a little more in the figure file cards and mini-comics of the era) but Storm Shadow accuses Snake Eyes of betraying the Arashikage. The implication being that either Storm Shadow blames Snake Eyes for some crime or another or that there was a schism in clan.

The File cards of the time movie go from acknowledging Storm Shadow’s time as a Joe, and claiming he’s working with Cobra again for unknown reasons, to establishing their own canon that Snake Eyes and Storm Shadow were once best friends and “Sword Brothers” before Storm Shadow fell to the dark side and joined Cobra. Though Storm Shadow’s file card does end with the ominous implication that he’s got his own agenda in working with Cobra (just like his Hama incarnation) the DTV films imply that he’s a Cobra loyalist in addition to his feud with Snake Eyes.

Spy Troops and Valor vs. Venom lead in a semi-canonical way to GI Joe Sigma 6 where Storm Shadow (voiced by “guy whose only other role I recognize is pulling double duty as Zeke Stane and Living Laser in the Iron Man 3 videogame” Tom Wayland) more or less continues the previous two iterations’ version of Storm Shadow. He once again accuses Snake Eyes of some great betrayal that broke their friendship. The GI Joe website at the time includes the detail that Storm Shadow was infiltrating Cobra when he was brainwashed into becoming a loyal Cobra agent. It’s another concession, like his 2001 file card, to Hama’s heroic double agent, while still portraying him in line with Sunbow’s villainous henchman.

GI Joe Resolute comes next, where we see a departure from any pretense of Storm Shadow being a good guy. Resolute, in many ways, comes off as a gritty direct continuation of the Sunbow series, and it takes Sunbow’s villainous Storm Shadow and strips him of even the token bits of honor and humanity he had. It also, as near as I can tell, begins the trend of Storm Shadow outright resenting Snake Eyes, rather than being his one time friend.

As an irrelevant aside, I have my problems with Resolute but I do love everyone’s character designs and Eric Bauza does a fantastic job as one fourth of the cast. His Sean Connery impression for Destro is particularly inspired.

This brings us to the big ones. GI Joe: RIse of Cobra and GI Joe: Retaliation where Storm Shadow is brought to the big screen by Lee Byung-Hun (who I don’t have a snarky/informative aside for because shamefully despite how prolific he is I’ve only seen him in these movies and The Magnificent 7 remake) and as a child by Brandon Soo Hoo (he’s also been in a lot of stuff, but I particularly liked his turn as Beast Boy in the animated New 52 DC movies).

Lee’s Storm Shadow in the first film falls in line with his portrayals up to this point, probably skewing most closely towards Sunbow. He has a code of ethics (he doesn’t kill women apparently) but he’s still a bad guy and he seems to quite like it. Lee brings a charm to the character that had not really existed up until that point. He also spends a lot of time maskless (and it’s hard to blame the production team for that one, he’s a very handsome dude) which was a shock for anyone who grew up with the 2001 era storm shadow where the thought of him without a mask was so insane that it was relegated to a mail in figure (As a kid I seriously thought he had some Mandalorian style code of not removing it)

His origin in this version takes bits of Hama and bits of Resolute (or Resolute took from this, Resolute came out first but this might have been in development). It is, as far as I can tell, the first version to have Storm Shadow and Snake Eyes train together as children and it portrays Storm Shadow, even as a child, as an arrogant and jealous person.

Now, at least in my opinion, it’s fairly obvious that the first movie fully intended Storm Shadow to be a baddie, full stop. There’s a little wiggle room given that we never see him stab The Hard Master in the flashback (the Hard Master in this version is Storm Shadow’s father rather than his uncle) but the way he taunts Snake Eyes about it during their final confrontation makes a pretty compelling case for his having committed patricide.

The sequel would bring back elements of the Hama backstory. Zartan killed The Hard Master and Storm Shadow had to infiltrate Cobra to discover that. Given Cobra Commander and Storm Shadow are of roughly the same age (Storm Shadow being a bit older I think) and this event occurred when they were both children it’s unclear on who’s orders Zartan did this but we do know it was done to turn the already volatile young man into the perfect angry ninja assassin (given this canon is pretty much over we’ll probably never know for sure, but my guess based on the IDW movie universe comics is that Zartan either did it at the behest of the Red Ninja Clan or just to have a tiny assassin of his own, probably the former since they seem to regard each other as unpleasant colleagues who sometimes work together).

What I particularly like about this version is that, because the first movie portrayed him as this charmingly sadistic Bond Villain henchman, even after he switches sides in the sequel he’s still kind of a belligerent dick. It’s a fun piece of characterization that even once he’s cleared his name, avenged his father, and made his peace with his family, it doesn’t change the fundamental fact that he’s not a very nice person.

This is something that would persist into the next (and for the moment last, but more on that later) onscreen version of Storm Shadow.

GI Joe Renegades (the best GI Joe Cartoon, fight me) saw Storm Shadow (voiced by “holy crap this guy originated the role of Saw Gerrera in Clone Wars” Andrew Kishino) as the leader of the Arashikage Clan (explicitly a crime syndicate, harkening back to implications in Hama’s version) who operates independent of Cobra except very briefly and only to fulfill his own ends (again bringing him closer to Hama’s version than any of his predecessors). Falling in line with the implications of the movie and Resolute, he and Snake Eyes were uneasy classmates more than friends and trained together as teenagers. An attempt to kill Snake Eyes went awry and resulted in the death of the Hard Master (who again, seemed to favor Snake Eyes over his own nephew). Storm Shadow believes Snake Eyes to have killed The Hard Master(somehow failing to connect the dots given his own murder plan failed the same night Snake Eyes allegedly murdered his uncle--or hell he’s probably just in denial until the truth slaps him in the face).

Also, irrelevant aside number 2, in contrast with Resolute I really don’t like this character design. Renegades had pretty good character design all around, neatly bringing together various versions in a way that felt coherent but I don’t like the little tufts of hair sticking out of the mask or the way it kinda hangs in front of his mouth. Is he hiding his face or not? It seems like he’s not so much wearing a mask as a bandana and an oversized turtleneck.

This version neatly ties together the “Snake Eyes betrayed us” of the early 2000′s, the “arrogant unfavorite” of the mid 2000s and the “out for justice assassin” of Hama’s run. He is, again, an arrogant prick from the start, but his genuine shame and resolve to abandon his quest for vengeance and his extremely short partnership with Cobra make his eventual redemption (or the start of what you assume would have been a longer redemption arc had the series continued) more believable than the live action movies--if a mite less fun.

And that’s where it ends, at least until the much delayed Snake Eyes live action movie is finally released, where Storm Shadow is set to be played by “guy from the best episode of American Gods Season 2″ Andrew Koji. I quite like the look of the cast of this movie, and I’m excited to see what Koji brings to the role. Will Storm Shadow be arrogant, murderous, honorable, charming, brooding, misunderstood, cruel, vengeful...some impossible combination of all of the above? We’ll have to wait and see.

*Including the various alternate comic book versions probably would have painted a more complete picture, but I’ve only read Hama’s run and the IDW reboot (where Storm Shadow is kind of a non-entity), besides this was more about tracing Storm Shadow through the adaptations I watched as a kid.

*None of the adaptations seem to go with Hama’s original detail that Storm Shadow and Jinx were from Northern California. On the one hand I see why you transplant them to Japan with the rest of their family (it’s a globetrotting element and makes the cast more cosmopolitan) but I always liked the idea of that they were children of immigrants.

*Adaptations have been touch and go about casting Japanese actors in the role but I was impressed to find out that Sunbow cast Japanese Americans as both Storm Shadow and Jinx, making them probably the most faithful casting in relation to their original backstories.

*Apologies for my complete inability to get screenshots of roughly the same size or resolution.

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musical-chick-13 · 3 years

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And Theon bc I love him

WHAT A COINCIDENCE I LOVE HIM TOO (this answer is gonna be a combination of books and show)

Send me a character and I’ll tell you the following:

• Did they live up to their potential? / In what ways was their potential unachieved?

-I would say yes. The only negative I have about his general arc is his death (which, see below). But Theon from the very beginning was, though not a particularly nice person, still relatable. Feeling othered, wanting to be accepted by an immediate environment that doesn’t accept you, isolated from and ostracized by your family, and the tension that comes between serving the different types of familial relationships in your life. Theon has no idea who he is, tossed aside by his blood family for not growing up with them and being “soft,” aka sort-of moral and having emotions that aren’t selfish rage or smugness (which, yep, that second part is a mood, see: my entire childhood and how no one wanted to be around an “emotional” “soft” child). And from there, he spirals out of control in a way that, while certainly not admirable by any stretch of the imagination, is still understandable in the context of the narrative and his characterization. And from there, after going through hell and quite literally losing himself (even to the point of straight-up denying rescue), he builds himself back up gradually, to the point where he expressed extreme regret for what he’s done, helps an innocent woman escape a truly horrifying situation, acknowledges that his family is generally garbage, and (in-show b/c again books aren’t finished), helping to restore his sister to power, rescuing her after his PTSD relapses while confronting Euron, and ultimately opting to protect the Starks come hell or high water in order to genuinely atone for what he’s done. He is no longer conflicted because he wants to do the right thing, and that right thing is defending the kingdom from the White Walkers and making sure Sansa and Bran are safe. And it’s no longer about fulfilling a duty or finding a family to fill the void. Because now he has found himself. I will contend that Theon has one of the best, most nuanced, most organic redemption arcs of all time. I will forever be grateful that I got to see that piece of storytelling unfold.

Although, I would love to know what he thought of Dany. A missed opportunity, that.

• How they negatively and positively affected the story.

-Positive: His arc of identity and finding where your loyalties lie ties into the overall theme of “How do you find yourself in a world where goodness, authenticity, and honesty are often punished and increasingly rare?” And it proves that governmental politics aren’t the only defining factors in decisions: familial politics can be just as difficult and dangerous, which adds yet another rich, complicated layer to the overall story. He has a genuine, honest-to-Drowned-God redemption arc, which is...not really present anywhere else in the story (no, Jaime is not on a Redemption Quest, I will die on this hill). But I think the biggest draw of Theon’s presence is that it deconstructs the whole “Character Revenge Fantasy” idea. He does bad things. We want him to be punished. But not like that. No one deserves that. How far is too far? What does retribution really look like? Given how easily that idea can be abused and go off the rails, is retribution even something to strive for? What is the point of using extreme violence/torture/mutilation/breaking someone’s psyche when it doesn’t really accomplish anything? Isn’t atonement and genuine justice a better option? It certainly was for Theon. He could only piece himself back together and do anything meaningful once he was out of his abusive environment. All of these are imporant questions that are posed by his existence in the narrative.

-Negative: Idk if I have much to say here. My biggest problem is his death (see below), but that’s not really a negative story effect so much as...being disappointing and narratively irrelevant. I gotta say, his introduction via his sister was...really weird. I genuinely have no idea why GRRM wrote that. It never came up again or had any kind of narrative ramifications and kind of cast a strange, uncomfortable light on his relationship with Asha/Yara for the remainder of the story. I can ignore and enjoy their later relationship it if I don’t think about it too hard, though, so I guess I’ll chalk it up to GRRM having a Bad Idea.

• What my favorite arc for them is.

-All of it?? Theon’s journey is kind of...one big arc, which is why I think it works so well. He has this overarching redemption plot which spans the entire series and informs every decision he makes (for good or for bad, depending on where in the aforementioned journey he is). The redemption arc isn’t bogged down with side plots or other pieces of narrative clutter, meaning it has time to grow and, thus, be gradual and realistic. If I had to choose a specific point, it’s probably when he tries to reintegrate back into society via supporting Yara. Gaining the Iron Islands’ support for her ruling, spiriting away with Euron’s fleet, and ultimately rescuing his sister after her capture. He can’t just go back into society. He’s scared. He has really bad PTSD. But he recognizes that putting his home in good hands is something bigger than just him because it’s Yara’s home, too. I just...I really love family relationships, y’all.

• What I think of their ending.

-I’m not really sure how I feel about this one. I get that the series is GrimDark™ and that people who make the right choice and fight for good die all the time, but Theon dying just felt...wrong. To me.

And, like...I get it. It makes sense to parallel his original descent into villainy (cemented by executing those two boys and pretending they were Bran and Rickon) with him dying to protect Bran himself. It ties into the whole very common trope of completing a full redemption arc by committing a completely selfless act at great personal cost. It’s kind of like the whole Missy thing in Doctor Who (which...hoo boy, that post is coming, make no mistake), where selfishness is directly opposed by making the ultimate sacrifice with no motivation for personal gain. And the fact that the last words he ever heard were “You’re a good man?” I cannot even begin to describe how much that makes me sob. But...honestly, I’m really tired of this idea that redemption has to end in death in order to be achieved or “complete.” I think it’s much more poignant to have a redeemed character live to help build a better world. Because what’s the point of telling people to be better if the “reward” is death? No one’s going to want to reform themselves if they think that’ll be the result.

I think the thing that Bugs Me™ the most is that Theon never really got to have a moment of peace when he was alive. Sansa gained the North’s love and at least had a secure childhood. Ned and Cat were happily married for years. Arya had parents who loved her and a good relationship with Jon. Jon fell in love with Ygritte and found his Night Watch Bros, and Robb (in show verse) had some very happy moments with Talisa. Davos put great stock in what he considered fulfilling friendships with Stannis and Shireen; Brienne was treated respectfully by Renly, Catelyn, and Sansa; Missandei and Grey Worm had each other and their friendship with Dany, who herself had many personal successes in her quest for the Iron Throne and saw the death of her abusive brother. Cersei even had moments with Jaime (who himself had several notable military victories and at least some time with Myrcella, as well as being gladly and deeply in love, however dysfunctional that love was), times when she successfully fought off enemies (including her dad), and some sweet moments with Tommen, as well as a huge victory via blown-up sept at the end of season 6. Theon was treated as a second-class family member by the Starks his whole life by being “traded” to them as a condition of war resolution AS A BABY, is immediately disparaged and mistreated by his immediate family when he tries to return to them, makes terrible decisions that almost cost him his conscience completely, is brutally tortured by Ramsay, is on the run with his sister from Euron almost immediately after, and has a PTSD attack that ultimatly results in him having to launch a rescue mission. And then he fights ice zombies. And then he dies. He never really...got to be happy at all? There was never any kind of “win” for him. Not even survival. The narrative couldn’t even give him that.

TLDR: Theon’s death seemed less shock-value-y than others (like, for example, Shireen or Missandei or, heck, Melisandre even), and it isn’t the worst thing I’ve ever seen. It’s narratively-informed and it makes sense as an emotional through-line, but, ultimately, Redemption Cemented By Selfless Death is a tired trope, and I honestly thought this story (which...you know...serves as a deconstruction of common fantasy tropes/book tropes in general) was better than that.

• When I wish they had died. / If I think they should’ve died.

-So here’s where we get personal™ kids.

So, it’s no secret that I am...severely mentally ill. I’ve talked about expression/presentation of mental illness in regard to Cersei a lot on this blog, and how that (as paradoxical as it may seem) helped bring a sense of comfort and emotional resonance to me. Theon, post-Ramsay, has, I think, a very clear case of PTSD. Theon is one of the few characters I’ve seen where his mental illness isn’t the cause of the bad, violent, dangerous choices he makes. It only takes root after he has made the decision and conscious effort to better himself, and it, rather than demonizing him, serve to humanize him. His trauma didn’t define him. And although a PTSD attack led to him unintentionally losing Yara to Euron’s capture, he makes every effort to rescue her, a goal he does end up achieving. It is so rare I get to see a character who goes through these things, successfully fight them and come out with positive qualities at the end. Like...switching topics a bit here, Jaime going back to King’s Landing to (try to) escape and ultimately die with Cersei made sense to me because, as Jaime says, he is a hateful man. He never made much of an honest effort to be anything else. And he never truly wanted to be good; he just wanted to be liked. He wanted to adopt some personality that would make him feel less disconnected from the rest of the world. But Theon...genuinely feels remorse for everything he’s done. He makes a concerted effort to do everything in his power to improve the lives of people he believes are good and deserve to be safe. So, just...killing him off in a Completely Selfless Sacrifice (like...you know how a lot of mentally ill people put themselves through suffering-like OCD rituals, bottling feelings, self-harm, even suicide-in a misplaced attempt to “help” or “protect other people”) seemed antithetical to everything we saw of his arc.

Ultimately, with such a humanizing, empathetic portrayal of trauma and mental health struggles, seeing Theon be killed off just...pissed me off. I am so tired of seeing mentally ill characters die. I really want to believe that I can live through and thrive in spite of the things that afflict me, and I get example after example of characters not being allowed to do that. It feels awful, quite frankly. And it makes hope that much harder.

I also just feel like...there was nothing the story gained from his death? I get the thematic parallels as mentioned earlier, but it didn’t really move the story forward in any significant way. It didn’t motivate other characters to do anything, it had no political ramifications, it didn’t serve to contribute to any kind of happy ending or commentary on society, it just...was sad. Again, I thought this story was better than that.

#theon greyjoy #got #my son #mental illness in media #meta #redemption arcs #tw: self harm mention #tw: suicide mention

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saywhatjessie · 4 years

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LET’S BREAK DOWN EVERYTHING I LOVED IN THIS EPISODE, REAL QUICK:

Cas refusing to split up from Dean in purgatory. This puts a nice little period on their first stint in purgatory and most definitely helped heal the wound Dean felt when Cas left him the first time.

All of those lines we were PETRIFIED by in the promo, just Chuck’s future vision fuckery. No one is dead. Dean’s not given up. We can fucking BREATHE.

Cas consoling Dean about Benny even though Cas never liked Benny, Do I believe the leviathan was telling the truth? Irrelevant. Cas and Dean believed it and it opened communication between them in a healing way.

I already said this but Dean letting Cas boss him around A+

Eileen Leahy is my actual and literal wife who has never done anything wrong ever

“I had to bury him.”

Literally from the moment the trap was sprung.... y’all.... I need sub-bullets - Cas immediately telling Dean to leave and save himself which Dean of course doesn’t - Dean getting knocked out and waking up to see Cas is missing from him in purgatory.... again - Dean KNOWING Cas didn’t leave him by choice and immediately, even before he was fully cognizant.... - [softly] “No.” - [loudly] “CAS!” - Dean literally needing to STOP because he’s feeling SO MUCH EMOTION -The prayer...... just..... f uKC - Absolutely no text can convey the emotion in “I forgive you. Of course I forgive you. I should have told you sooner. And Cas, I’m so sorry.” - “You left and I should have stopped you.” - I could do the whole fucking prayer. - Someone else on tumblr said this but it’s important that this wasn’t a “single man tear” moment. He was full out SOBBING. Hitching breath, falling against a tree, having to get on one knee because he wasn’t sTRONG ENOUGH to STAND - And then he says he hopes Cas could hear him. You get the feeling he hopes Cas can hear him because he doesn’t know how he’ll say it again to Cas’s face - BUT THEN HE HAS CAS’S FACE IN FRONT OF HIM AND HE MOVES TO SAY IT AGAIN - Okay that’s enough of the prayer for now. FOR NOW.

The clear delineation of Dean pre- and post- Cas’s death in the future visions. Dean mourning Cas is a special type of Dean we’re all very familiar with but hoo boy

And now we’re back in purgatory because LISTEN OKAY?!?!

Dean’s relief. Palpable. That hug. A truly blessed thing.

Cas’s “It’s a little squashed” about the blossom. Y’all I’m-

And DEAN STEALING HIMSELF SO HE CAN TELL CAS HOW HE FEELS

BUT THEN CAS STOPS HIM

WHY DID CAS STOP HIM!!!!! DEAN WAS SO CLOSE TO AN I LOVE YOU!!!!!!!!! THE I LOVE YOU ALL OF US DESERVE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

But this is a bullet list of things I loved so we’re gonna move on.

Them working together in the bunker I won’t say too much about it but the way they were framed and the way they moved listen okay I’m just a person

I loved that Sam didn’t trap God in the thing because, not gonna lie, I was ready to suffer through another Mark of Cain storyline but I did not want to even a little bit

(Do you think Sam’s gonna tell Dean what would have happened to Cas? Do you think Dean ends up thinking about having to bury Cas in the malek box? Oh God...)

I even loved that Eileen left. “I don’t know what’s real” she said AND THEN THAT BEAUTIFUL KISS

She’s not gone forever, I don’t think anyone believes she is, but this keeps her nice and safely out of the way so she doesn’t end up dead just because the writers want to simplify things.

And this sets up Sam and Eileen to be happy and domestic right away when she does come back after all this is over. Which I am here for.

Dean’s simple acceptance of Sam believing Chuck. He doesn’t get mad. Doesn’t assign blame. I am literally SO HAPPY OH MY GOD THANK GOD THERE’S NOT CONFLICT BETWENE THE THREE OF THEM ANYMORE JESUS FUCK

and lastly but certainly not least because this was the part that made me late for work: JAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK

My boy is coming back and that can only be a good thing thank you God.

Overall: very happy with the events of this episode and very pleased to see where we go from here. Thank you.

#s15 #long post #I'm not gonna put it under a ready more #I have a lot of feelings and that's not something I'm gonna apologize for

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autisticstarseed · 7 years

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i swear im not tryna be cliche and im not bluffing to start drama or w/e but im,,, genuinely thinkin i need to take a step back from tumblr cuz like. god i literally cannot handle all the negativity people spew All the time like i feel like its almost every other day now that i ask for people to tag drama/discourse and unnecessary criticisms and not only does that never get done but...... constantly seeing people make bitterness and pettyness and general lack of kindness towards each other seem Funny and Trendy is so fucking exhausting. and watching everyone go in on completely harmless stuff and make fun of innocent people so freely is starting to really wear me down like. its probably my ocd bc i obsess whenever i see something like that but its also. fear. like im literally so scared of cringe culture bc im autistic and love cartoons and i dont wanna end up on a fuckign cringe blog and im scared of my mental illness bc people still make fun of cryptyping and uwu positivity posts (which may i add literally help my brain so fucking much? please stop adding weird nihilistic memey comments to those posts bc you’re not the only mentally ill people reading them?? its completely derailing and hurts anyone it could have been helping please) and honestly i try my best but im scared to be called out for something someday bc of the mentality people have now where theres no middle ground on anything and apologies arent enough like. this place is just. such a hellhole im sorry i cant do this unless people start recognizing when they reblog something negative and start tagging it as neg for me ik its hard but. pl ea se god i need some he;lp here

#d//on'/t r/e/b//lo/g/#long post #neg #ill probably delete this later its just. hoo #i just hate it like people are #Constantly sharing around Extremely jarring posts without any thought at all about the people who? might not be in a state to see that #like ive almost had a breakdown like 5 times today so no i dont want to see shit like #'i hate [blank] bc [blank] and if you dont you're garbage'#'kill all [blank]'#[someone doing something completely harmless] 'ugh i wanna die ive seen hell someone free me'#and of course at the top of my problems is when #they share hate for things so freely and forget about people who may like it and Literally break down from criticism aka me #like its not a joke it makes me wanna kms idk how many times i have to say that its so real and important please stop #whether its just a negative opinion on something that seems irrelevent or its an in depth analysis of something important #it can fuck people up #just tag it thats all you have to do tag it as [blank] hate and its all good Please no matter What it isjust Do that pLease #its a matter of like #well being #i am not the only person like this #just please when you share a depression meme when you post discourse when you share something violent #tag it #not everoyne has the same sense of humor or can handle the same things as you #hell i love nihilistc humor but i Cannot Handle It All The Time #im sorry im springing this on everyone so suddenly but its just been Bulding and Building and pretty soon like #im gonna start unfollowing people #i wish i could overcome my social anxiety and just msg them to ask them to tag it but idk i #feel like my problems with this place run so much deeper #ik its cliche and babyish to say this but this place really is toxic and the people really are mean #facebooks kinda shitty too and twitter feels too distant so idk what im gonna do but i jus #ghhgughguhggh

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liesonthefloordramatically · 5 years

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(Fanfic Asks) 1, 3, 9, 11

(Post over here!)

1. What made you start writing fanfic?

I was actually pretty late to fanfic–I didn’t start reading it until 2010, and then I wrote one fic in 2012 and didn’t write another until December 2016–but I’d been writing original fiction pretty steadily since about 2007. I wrote my first fanfic because people weren’t writing the character dynamic in the way I wanted to read it written slkajourwrelkjsduoius. I think that’s more or less…stayed a constant…in my motivations for writing fanfic… (although now I also include a lot more Unnecessarily Specific Information on Various Irrelevant Topics)

3. Describe the differences between your first fanfic and your most recent fanfic.

God, numerous. (For anyone who hasn’t had the misfortune of reading my first fic, it’s “Triangulation,” the one and only Sherlock fic I ever wrote.) Probably the biggest is that my writing for a VERY long time was very dialogue-focused, not in that it was dialogue-heavy (although it often was) but in that narration was basically a vehicle to get to the next dialogue as fast as humanly possible. That’s changed because I’ve figured out how to do more interesting things with narration, and I think that’s changed my writing style for the better (although “Object Permanence” is ultimately a really dialogue-heavy fic). The other big thing is that “Triangulation” is very fragmented–a lot of gestures at or snippets of larger scenes–whereas “Object Permanence” is one very long conversation between two people in a single room. Part of that is just a comfort thing–if you’re concerned about your characterization being off (which I was and am since I came to fanfic writing very late), writing fragments feels a lot safer. And, finally, “Object Permanence” contains 6000% more weird infodumping about Japanese religion lksjfouwerlkjdsuoiuewlkj

9. What do your fic bookmarks say about you?

I went into my AO3 bookmarks and some fun stats:

I’ve bookmarked more fics for JJBA than any other fandom by a factor of more than three

mostly M/M but also a lot of Gen (the lack of F/F is mainly because of…a lack of…F/F fic…which I should really work to remedy)

most common additional tags: Fluff (slightly surprising), Post-Canon, Canon Compliant (unsurprising)

I Really Love Fic About Kujo Jotaro

I also really love me a good fic about trauma and/or PTSD

11. What kind of relationships are you most interested in writing?

*RUBS HANDS TOGETHER* HOO BOY. I think I’ve joked about how it’s not a Queenie fic unless it has That Uncomfortable Feel but that’s actually 100% true. I’m super interested in complicated relationships–not necessarily romantic ones (I actually tend to enjoy writing non-romantic relationships, mostly because it means that I can lean heavily into the types of dynamics I like to write but also partially because the way I write romantic relationships tends to be Weird to other people) but definitely ones where something is going Wrong, not because of malice but because human beings are complicated and everyone has baggage. Also, related but probably a specific subset: relationships in which both parties feel genuine affection/love for the other but they don’t mesh well which is causing friction. If you look at…pretty much any of my fic (especially the JJBA stuff) you can immediately see what I’m talking about haha. (linear time is fake is just a long series of strained relationships between people who genuinely care about each other)

#ask Queenie #ask meme #thanks for sending these in!!!!#parallelism palooza: the journey #Queenie actually says something on this blog

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goodbysunball · 6 years

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Best of 2017

Countering the truly embarrassing news cycle of the past year was the deluge of great new music released upon the world, so much so that I’m leaving a good chunk of more than deserving albums hanging. To simplify everything, this is a compendium of what was played most around here, along with a handful of new-to-me reissues/archival releases.

I skipped doing the rap recap this year because my list was so pathetically brief, and doing so seemed both short-sighted and irrelevant. That being said: Quelle Chris’ Being You Is Great, I Wish I Could Be You More Often was my favorite album, followed by Starlito’s Manifest Destiny and Playboi Carti’s vapid, relentlessly fun album. Goldlink’s “Crew” featuring Brent Faiyaz and Shy Glizzy was my favorite song, like everyone else.

Full list of 30 records below. We’ll do better next year.

12. Mount Trout, Screwy (self-released)

This unassuming, digital-only gem crept up on me as the months turned cold. Scraps of paper with notes written on them are held afloat by spare guitar lines; elsewhere winds whip in and chaos overtakes clarity. Lots of the lyrics sound like half-thoughts that forced themselves out after extended periods of solitude, sometimes peaceful, sometimes anguished. Screwy rewards patient attention without dragging you through the mud - but it’s there, should you need to cool off.

11. Group Doueh & Cheveu, Dakhla Sahara Session (Born Bad)

The intriguing pairing on Dakhla Sahara Session turns out to be one of the best surprises of the year, and easily one of the most listenable. Cheveu’s robotic yet effervescent contributions are immediately recognizable, as are Group Doueh’s swirling guitar lines and sweeping vocals; the two fit in and around each other, explosion welded together into a foundation for a colored smoke tower.

10. Leda, Gitarrmusik III-X (Förlag För Fri Musik)

The two people behind Neutral put out a lot of music this year, most of it well worth hunting down despite its highly limited, premium price barrier. I can’t claim to have heard everything, but by my count the two best were Neutral’s När mini-LP and Leda’s limited-to-100 Gitarrmusik III-X LP. Most of this sounds like King Blood collaborating with Robert Turman, looping machinations mixing with heavily distorted shredding, all of it recorded in a metal-walled bunker. Doesn’t sound like much on paper, but when you arrive at “Gitarrmusik VIII” and “IX,” time just about stops. (If you missed out, “Gitarrmusik I” and “II” are available here.)

9. The Body & Full of Hell, Ascending a Mountain of Heavy Light (Thrill Jockey)

The first collaboration between these two heavyweights was a slow grower, both bands clearing the land by seeing how far out they could push their respective versions of extreme metal. Ascending, then, is the sound of the two bands communicating as one. The immediate standout is “Farewell, Man,” exactly what comes to mind when one imagines what kind of song the Body and Full of Hell could write together. But tracks like “Our Love Conducted With Shields Aloft,” all free drumming, violently humming noise and sandblasted vocals, hint at a broader, uglier horizon.

8. Bad Breeding, Divide (Iron Lung/La Vida Es Un Mus)

One of the year’s nastier hardcore records, and a reminder that the shitstorm at home extends across the Atlantic, too. The band’s got enough chops to rip through every track here - check out that stuttering riff on “Anamnesis,” and how it comes roaring back after a quick respite - but the best songs close each side. The screaming of “Now what?” that concludes “Leaving” is chilling, and serves as one of the best summations of this mess of a year.

7. The Terminals, Antiseptic (Ba Da Bing)

I’ve been hankerin’ for more Steven Cogle ever since that self-titled Dark Matter LP, and if that’s one of your favorite records of recent yore like it is mine, you oughta get your mitts on Antiseptic. The long-running band is absent Brian Crook, but he is ably replaced by Nicole Moffat, who also appeared on Dark Matter; her violin seeps into the empty pores, creating a dense, beautiful atmosphere ripe for Cogle’s powerful vocals. The deal’s done by the time “Edge of the Night” hits.

6. Taiwan Housing Project, Veblen Death Mask (Kill Rock Stars)

Wrecking crew led by Kilynn Lunsford and Mark Feehan brings the heat, here as two parts of a six-piece ensemble. The ten tracks on here range from caustic to catchy (”Eat or Be Eat” into “Luminous Oblong Blur” for the former, “Multidimensional Spectrum” for the latter), accentuated by sax blurts and ever-present static grime. If that ain’t enough, lyrics acidic enough to melt bone make Veblen Death Mask a complete meal worth droolin’ over.

5. Sida, s/t (Population)

The Theoreme LP that came out last year turned into one of my favorites this year, syrupy-thick industrial body music from one Maissa D. She fronts Sida, and she turns in the vocal performance of the year on their first LP. She seemed more restrained as Theoreme but that’s all out the window here; "Qu'Est-Ce Qui T'As Pris?” ups the ante and things don’t slow down from there. The band, for their part, turn in a burly and caustic punk/no wave hybrid that does all it can to keep up. An aural steamroller.

4. Omni, Multi-task (Trouble In Mind)

It was a real mistake to not include Omni’s deceptively catchy debut Deluxe on my year-end list last year, so when they came back and made an even better record, credit is due. Not sure how Frankie Broyles doesn’t sprain his wrist or let melodies go off the rails, but his snappy drumming and spindly guitar work are the stars of the show. The lyrics slyly present a general malaise with modern romance, and when it all clicks, like on “Supermoon” into “Date Night,” strap in.

3. Bed Wettin’ Bad Boys, Rot (R.I.P. Society/What’s Your Rupture?)

Ready for Boredom was a great album full of weary-headed anthems, and it looks like growin’ up hasn’t come any easier for these bedwetters on Rot. The Boys left their glam rock tendencies (i.e., “Sally”) behind this time, and they stick to making gruff pop songs for people whose weeks slip by uneventfully more and more frequently. Songs like “Plastic Tears” and “Device” are urgent and unbelievably catchy, and whoever did the vocals on “Work Again” needs more time at the mic. The Replacements are still a good reference point for these guys, but after two rock-solid albums, it’s time they get to shed that flattering-yet-overbearing label and lay claim to this sound that they’ve perfected.

2. Dreamdecay, YÚ (Iron Lung)

Man, Dreamdecay are so good. They’ve softened the edges from N V N V N V but they’re even more potent this time around, figuring out how to include big slow-moving guitar riffs in a nominally punk framework. Songs like “Mirror” just about leave you on the floor with the guitar theatrics, while “IAN” is a one-way ticket to the stratosphere. All of it sounds incredible, and I think Andrew Earles said it best, so I’ll let him do the honors: “YÚ could easily rearrange how someone thinks about music… in that unforgettable way that stays with the experiencer forever.”

1. Aaron Dilloway, The Gag File (Dais)

What more can I say about The Gag File? I have gushed. Not only a complete statement of an album, but one of the only records to force a localized shutdown when it’s on, keeping everything else at arm’s length. A world unto its own. Clear the cobwebs out.

7″/12″

Anxiety, Wild Life 7″ (La Vida Es Un Mus)

There’s a good bit of cornball humor present in Anxiety’s lyrics and credited band member names, the sort of thing that has persisted/pervaded a lot of modern punk and hardcore. But these guys sell it, and more: with better (read: less juvenile) lyrics, sly and self-deprecating; a monster vocal performance (”Dumped” especially); and a blistering intensity that oughta put their peers on notice.

Bent, Mattress Springs 7″ (Emotional Response)

Bent’s been on my radar since their Non Soon tape, and this year they dropped the Snakes & Shapes LP, every bit the shifting, shambling and at times annoyingly silly experience Non Soon prepped me for. The Mattress Springs 7″ came soon after, and compressed all the best parts of the LP (including “Mattress Springs”) into several minutes of leaky roof drums, hypnotic bass lines and smothered, frantic guitar parts.

Crack Cloud, Anchoring Point 7″ (Good Person)

Whereas Bent are happy to let their songs droop and flow, Crack Cloud come across as almost militaristic in their approach. Perfectly rehearsed, not a hair out of place, and yet as urgent as anything released under the banner of post-punk in the past however-many-years. The first three jagged and dense tracks whip in and cut out, just in time but somehow just too soon; “Philosopher’s Calling” is the payoff.

Hothead, Richie Records Summer Singles Series 7″ (Richie)

The Richie Records Summer Singles Series once again distinguished itself in a household where 7″s aren’t really given the time of day. Sure, Writhing Squares Too breathed life into krautrock in 2017, and David Nance’s "Amethyst” is kingdom come on the right day, but Hothead? Their shambling take on two covers (and a quick sketch) netted them the gold.

Mordecai, What Is Art? 7″ (Sophomore Lounge)

Mordecai is one of America’s great treasures, ain’t no way around it. Their Abstract Recipe LP on Richie from this year is great, reclaiming the highs of Neil’s Generator while pushing further from their influences - but the two disparate sides of this 7″ compress everything great about the band into a tidy package. The A-side rambles out of the gate in the same way Abstract Recipe does, whereas the B-side goes all Don Howland: low fidelity, downtrodden but toe-tapping. Buy everything they’ve recorded.

Mutual Jerk, s/t 7″ (State Laughter)

“He’s really a nice guyyy” begins the A-side track “He’s Harmless,” and hoo boy you better sit down for this one, because that bass line is not quitting anytime soon. Feeble excuses pile up, a disinterested defense of a friend presented with a mocking snarl until the constant pummel causes the dam to burst. The flip cynically covers comfortable suburban lifestyles and macho hardcore, two new takes on No Trend's vast influence, but not quite reaching the impossible heights of song-of-the-year “He’s Harmless.”

Neutral, När 12″ (Omlott)

Neutral’s self-titled LP quickly turned into a favorite here in the early months of 2017. The duo kept busy all year, eventually releasing this mini-LP that favors electronics over guitars. The brittle backbone is the perfect support for Sofie Herner’s fragile yet mechanical vocals, a fitting soundtrack for a walk home so cold your eyelashes freeze. Shadow music that lacks a distinct time or place but leaves a flood of sensory overload in its wake.

Scorpion Violente, The Stalker 12″ (Bruit Direct Disques)

“The Wound”’s slow ooze remains one of my favorite musical moments of the year; there’s a reason it’s the only one you can’t stream via Bandcamp. Pay up, because if any modern label deserves your money, it’s Bruit Direct Disques.

The Shifters, “A Believer” b/w “Contrast of Form” (Market Square)

Brilliant little single of downer pop from the Shifters, whose self-titled cassette gained them a lot of Fall comparisons and was previously mined for a 7″ by It Takes Two. But it looks like they’ve got ambitions beyond the record nerd cadre: both songs are immediately satisfying without imparting a sticky sweetness - who can find fault with that?

Straightjacket Nation, s/t 12″ (La Vida Es Un Mus)

This is the punk record of the year for me, one that maybe got lost in the deluge of releases from La Vida Es Un Mus. If you wanna learn about effective vocal delivery in hardcore, please see “2021.” Eight tracks, all meat. Please tour the US.

Reissue/Archival

I don’t really feel too qualified to comment on music largely made before I was born, especially since I am the owner of several 2017 reissues with flowery press kits that I will probably never listen to again. But if you’re gonna be a sucker, let a sucker clue you in to these tried-and-true slabs deserving of any and all accolades. Unrepresented here, somewhat criminally, is the Black Editions, a label doing really amazing work reviving the P.S.F. catalog.

The And Band / Perfect Strangers, Noli Me Tangere split 7″ (Look Plastic/Noisyland)

Noli Me Tangere is two sides of barely-music from early ‘80s Christchurch, with this new edition featuring extensive liner notes from George Henderson, he of the And Band (and perhaps more recognizably, the Spies and the Puddle). Both sides showcase a coupla outcasted NZ bands supporting each others’ avant-scrawl, as inspirational as it is baffling.

Byron Morris & Gerald Wise, Unity LP (Eremite)

Freedom music, full of raw intensity (”Byard Lancaster did push-ups when not playing”) and fiery exchanges. The two sidelong pieces are demanding of your full attention, repaid in kind with chills so deep you’ll swear a spirit passed through ya.

Cosey Fanni Tutti, Time to Tell LP (Conspiracy International)

Gorgeous reissue with a foil-stamped gatefold and a huge booklet full of ephemera from the recording period. Less Throbbing Gristle menace than new age shimmer, especially on the B-side; the gentle ascent is the natural conclusion once you’ve lived through the stunning title track. Cosey, take me away.

Die Tödliche Doris, “ “ LP (États-Unis)

Brutally minimalistic post-punk from early ‘80s Germany, painstakingly restored by the Superior Viaduct sub-label États-Unis. The A-side is full of blistering, manic bursts; the flip smoothes things out, allowing ideas to stick around, proving this approach works in both short- and long-form. Call it ZNR meets DNA.

Harry Pussy, A Real New England Fuck Up LP (Palilalia)

Two live sets, one on each side, both monstrous and in shockingly high fidelity, especially given the circumstances detailed by Tom Lax and Tom Carter on the sleeve. The show from T.T. the Bear’s is the performance I always want (”Harry Pussy took the stage and sandblasted the night into oblivion”) and rarely get.

Khan Jamal Creative Art Ensemble, Drum Dance to the Motherland LP (Eremite)

Capping off a brilliant year for Eremite was a beautiful reissue of Drum Dance to the Motherland’s cosmic transmission. All of the hyperbolic reviews ring true when “Inner Peace” stumbles into a groove, but my favorite part is the almost painfully shrill horns on the title track.

Meat Thump, “Metal Gun” b/w “Left to Rust” 7″ (Coward Punch)

Coward Punch Records kept the memory of Brendon Annesley alive with a couple of archival Meat Thump 7″ers this year. The earlier one was good, but didn’t quite hit home; here, “Metal Gun” could be twice its length, and “Left to Rust” rambles down my spine in the same way that still-great “Box of Wine” 7″ does.

V/A, Oz Waves LP (Efficient Space)

I did not have more fun this year than when I was dancing along to this record like a poorly operated marionette, which was every time “Will I Dream?” started. Efficient Space continues to deliver the goods I didn’t know I needed.

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almasexya · 3 years

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All Turtles Are Good, Even the Ones That Kill People! (Gamera: the Giant Monster, 1965)

So I'm on week two of being unable to make text posts on desktop tumblr, so once again I'm stuck on my phone. One day I'll type this up and then just transfer it over or something but for now I'm doing it like a savage.

And HOO BOY we're finally here - the Gamera series. I've been both looking forward to and dreading this moment; I've seen all these movies before but never really tried to sit down and get my thoughts on them in order, and you had better believe I have some thoughts.

For starters, we have to talk about what Gamera is, what he isn't, and what he represents. See until 1965, Toho was the sole purveyor of movies where guys in rubber suits stomped on cardboard buildings - no one had even tried to touch them, I'm guessing because of the cost and risk involved. These movies represented the cutting edge of special effects at the time, and building the heavy suits and the model sets required no small amount of time and money.

Gamera was set to change all that. The big turtle was the brainchild of Daiei studios, the team behind the Zatoichi series and Whale God, the Moby Dick expy we covered earlier. Gamera came about after a ruinous project called Nezura, involving both a giant rat monster and scores of live rats meant to swarm over model sets, fell through due to the numerous technical difficulties associates with such a project. But Daiei wanted a giant monster movie damnit, and they were going to get it.

They weren't, however, quite ready to pony up for it. The first of the Gamera films was shot in a fairly limited budget, with director Noriaki Yuasa serving as both the director and the special effects director, while Niisan Takahashi penned the script. Yuasa would serve as the special effects director for every sequel until Gamera Super Monster finally put the pin in the whole affair in the 80s, and as Daiei didn't have an effects department, Yuasa more or less taught himself, a feat that really shouldn't be ingored.

Gamera the movie is, in a word then, cheap. It can't be ignored - it seeps into pretty much every corner of the movie, from the set design to the monster itself, especially considering the film is inexplicably in black and white, which I have to assume was a cost-cutting measure.

Anyway, Gamera wastes no time getting going. The movie starts with a group of researchers led by Dr. Hidaka (Eiji Funakoshi) meeting with the Eskimos somewhere in the Arctic to conduct science or something or other, it really doesn't matter, because before anything can get going, American and Soviet pilots get into a dogfight, causing one of the Russians to plummet into the ice and explode in a mushroom cloud.

Seemingly unconcerned by the blast (Dr. Hidaka remarks that they're "well outside of the fallout" in a way that would suggest he's discussing a rainstorm passing through), they quickly change their tune when a giant turtle crawls out of the ice, awakened by the atomic bomb. Not even five minutes in, and our monster is here. I can get behind this.

After some faffing around as the scientists discuss big turtles (as well as some really terrible english from the Japanese actors playing the Eskimos, for a reason I can't begin to fathom) we turn to our real protagonist, a weird little dweeb named Toshio (Yoshiro Uchida) who really, really likes turtles. He thinks they're so great that he barely even discusses anything else, to the point that his teachers are starting to get Worried.

Do you get it? You'd better be starting to get it, because the film is about to start beating you over the head. See, unlike Ishiro Honda and Shinichi Sekizawa at Toho who seemed to be at odds in the kinds of stories they wanted to tell, Yuasa and Takahashi were absolutely aiming to make children's entertainment here, which explains why Toshio pushes his way into the plot no matter how increasingly irrelevant he is. He clamours I to military meetings, scientific discussions, you name it, and Toshio is probably there, letting everyone who has ears to hear him know how great Gamera is and how there's no such thing as a bad turtle, a point the show really likes to harp on.

And to be frank, Toshio (Kenny in the notorious Sandy Frank dub) is special even among the pantheon of annoying child characters in kaiju films. His only real personality trait is his aggressive love of turtles, a fact that he seems to relish telling anyone and everyone about. His big sister and father seem lost as to what to do with him, and their relationship seems strained at the best of times, with almost all of their interactions devoted to lecturing the little twerp, which he honestly deserves.

Toshio quickly meets up with Gamera, who he immediately decides is his pet turtle all grown up, after which he embarks on a one-child quest to tell everyone that Gamera is a good turtle, actually, and that he doesn't actually want to hurt anyone.

This is in sharp contrast to Gamera's actual behavior, which amounts to stomping on buildings, torching civilians, and obliterating power plants. Those of you who know of Gamera as the notorious "friend to all children" he would later become are in for a surprise here, as aside from saving Toshio (which is never explained in any capacity) the big turtle just rampages around doing the usual kaiju tricks. This is at odds with how much Toshio loves and stands up for him, and it really makes the kid even more unlikeable as he tries to convince people how great and nice this walking natural disaster. If Gamera had been lured into attacking or mistreated that would be one thing, but there's no reason given for its rampages, which makes the argument that Gamera is a good guy a pretty hard sell.

And to be fair, the effects are solid, on par with a weaker Toho offering. The Gamera suit is at the very least interesting to look at, and the uncredited suit actors (Teruo Aragaki and Kazuo Yagi) often portray the big turtle crawling around on all fours, which at the time was quite new for the genre. While most of the effects are undeniably cheap, you can tell the team was trying here, and their heart shines through where the budget doesn't.

I haven't even brought up Gamera's ludicrous ability to retract his arms and legs into his shell and spin around with rocket boosters, or the bizarre plan the government finally concocts to get rid of the monster. There's a lot going on here, and at around 80 minutes, it breezes by. There's plenty of way installment weirdness, like Gamera's ability to jam radio transmissions, which as far as I know is never referenced again in the series, or its origins as a resident of Atlantis, a completely out of left field discovery that ends up meaning nothing at all, at least until the Hesei Gamera series decided to actually do something with it.

To finish out, we have to talk about how to watch Gamera. There are a few different ways to go - I got a hold of the Arrow Video set that includes both the original series and the four films made in the 90s and 2000s, but this set really put the "limit" in limited release. Scalpers bought it up at light speed, but if you're really interested, Arrow is putting out two more Gamera sets of these films that is slated for a February 2021 release. Otherwise, Amazon Prime has most of the dubs free for members, and honestly you're not missing much if you skip the Japanese versions, as the dubbers didn't make any cuts.

Is Gamera worth it for you? It really depends on how you feel about the genre and how much you can stomach its cheapness, as well as Toshio. The original Gamera is worth it as a snapshot of its era, and it can be fun to see a new monster going through the kaiju motions. Unlike some of the later imitators, Gamera has an undeniable charm to him, and his ability set is unique and bonkers enough to keep you interested. The ridiculous, breakneck plot is definitely a sign of things to come, as well as Toshio's pushy presence in the story, but all in all, Gamera has a place in the kaiju universe alongside Godzilla, the only competitor to win that distinction.

#monster monday #gamera

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swan2swan · 7 years

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When his old campaign manager was indicted Monday, Mr. Trump called me on the phone, crying like a baby, and begged me to endorse him. I said, "You're already president, Mr. President. You were elected." He said, "I'd still like your endorsement." I have a recording of the phone call. It's so sad. Donald Trump is done. He couldn't get elected dogcatcher in New York, his hometown. I was very very nice about it. Very nice. But New Yorkers love dogs and he does not. There are 14 recorded instances of him kicking small dogs, and I have documentary proof of all but two of them.

Plus many other instances of him running around grabbing women's cats. Knocked on the door, grabbed the cat, walked away. Just to show that a famous rich guy could get away with it. Where is the apology? No, the man couldn't even get a job as a school crossing guard in New York. Look at him leading his grandchildren toward the helicopter — thank God there's a Marine there to keep them from walking into the rotor.

He's very wary of children, afraid they'll pull off the wig. It's from La Bouffant on 8th & 45th, 3rd floor. Horsehair. Palomino filly. I have receipts.

Trump shot a man on Fifth Avenue last year just to see if he could get away with it and he did. His base said, "Well, some people just need to be shot, that's all. As a warning to the others." Why is he so hung up on virility? Because the Army rejected him on account of bone spurs that you get from wearing high heels. Everybody knows that.

Just look at how he salutes the Marine honor guard — TOTAL DISASTER — it's not a salute, it's a little yoo-hoo. Uniforms are a huge turn-on for him. And when he salutes the flag, he doesn't even look at it. Total disrespect for the flag. And the salute is very weak in the wrists. Know why there's ABSOLUTELY NO video of him hitting a golf ball? Because (pardon me for being politically incorrect) he swings like a girl. And when he slices it into the parking lot, he tees up another ball. Mr. Mulligan. Mr. Multi-Mulligan.

He sits at that ridiculous little desk in the Oval Office and signs a presidential proclamation as if he's Kim Jong Un or something and he holds it up like a kid holding up his school project that his mama wrote for him. The man can barely read, that's why he hates TelePrompter. Total lightweight.

He is NOT A NICE PERSON and so the name Trump is as popular as herpes these days. Trumpet players have taken up the cornet. Card players refer to the lead suit as the jump suit. Tramps prefer to be called hoboes, town dumps are now refuse heaps, and girls named Dawn are becoming Cheryls. To residents of his crummy building on Fifth Avenue, it's now known as Chump Tower because it's caused so much grief and tragedy for people. It wasn't constructed — it was fabricated. FABRICATED. Plywood modules shipped down from Canada and installed by minimum-wage temps from Hoboken. I can prove this. I have documentation. The wind whistles through the tower at night, roaches the size of rats. Ask anybody.

People who voted for him are humiliated. So his ratings have tanked. The same people who admire him tend to drive Dodge Darts and wear sweatshirts from schools they didn't attend. Nobody stays in his hotels except foreign CEOs and their tootsies. He is weak. Weak on #s, weak on 1st Amendment, worst president in history. Failed @ real estate and now @ politics. His record = BAD. First president in my lifetime who DOES NOT KNOW the words to "The Star-Spangled Banner." The lips are not even moving.

He quit holding rallies in stadiums because nobody wants to go hear a loser brag about his manliness for an hour, you can hear that in any barroom. Only places he can draw a crowd are rural areas where billboards are riddled with bullet holes, shot by men angry because they can't read. He is so over. Totally irrelevant, exhausted, flamed out. The sleepytime eyes and la-di-da hair and the tweet-tweet-tweet say it all. Real men don't tweet. Ask anybody. We bark, we protest, we thunder, condemn, denounce, we give 'em hell, sometimes we post. Wimps tweet. And now the perps are going to start walking and talking. And the fat lady is waiting in the wings.

Hey, kids, if you were ever a fan of Prairie Home Companion and/or Garrison Keillor in general, and if you were like me and had some sort of doubts about where he fell on the morality spectrum...well...here you are.

If you didn’t know who he was before this, check him out.

#garrison keillor #donald trump #chicago tribune #long post #worth the read #I hope he has an audio version

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simkjrs · 7 years

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msa au asks post

Anonymous said: So in MSA spirits can injure Izuku, right? It would be kind of hilarious if one of the police officer's spirits got annoyed with him mid interrogation and bit or scratched him or something. Izuku's like "Ow, quit it." and whomever is interrogating him is just "Who is he talking to and where did that injury come from?"

this is basically canon already. and by ‘canon’ i mean ‘canon in my heart where my au lives on immortal and forever’

Anonymous said: Suppose the lie detection quirk does work on MSA Izuku, he's just going to provide the least helpful answers ever isn't he. "How did you learn about Erasorhead's quirk?" "The fox told me." "How do you give people their quirks back?" "Shoving mostly."

izuku is already preemptively giving everyone the least helpful answers ever and tsukauchi’s presence is doing absolutely nothing to change the issue. i’m glad you know me so well

Anonymous said: Oh boy oh boy oh boy I just found out you updated MSA and I read it (twice) and it is 1 AM and I am SO HYPED I can't even be mad about that cliffhanger. Way back when I read the first part I immediately went back and read it again, it's so good, I just wanted to let you know and now I will go to bed and scream into my pillow for half an hour because I know the 3rd part won't be coming for a while but just know an outsider POV is absolutely necessary.

thank you!!! im incredibly glad. rest assured the outside pov is happening right at this very moment

@guisendisguise said: I HOPE YOU REALIZE THAT I FOLLOWED YOU TO TUMBLR BECAUSE I AM DYING FOR UPDATES ON "but you gotta get up at least once more" AND THEN GOT SUCKED INTO YOUR my spirit academy AU AND AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! I LOVE YOUR WORK I CAN'T STOP SCREAMING!!! GIMME MORE!!!!!!!! *grabby hands*

THANKS!!! I’LL TRY AND UPDATE SOON. SOON...

Anonymous said: yo I just discovered my spirit academia and two things: 1) it's hella great (I read your quirkless bamf deku fic too and it's hella neat as well) and 2) could you link me to the original text post that started it all pls? asks often reference it and i'm just. ok but where can i read it.

i tagged the original post incorrectly, sorry! it should be in the right tag now, here it is

Anonymous said: OOOOH it's you! I read byggualon (I think? Lmao) a long time ago and loved it. It's probably one of my fave bnha fics. And then I found the msa AU here and loved it, but didn't realize you were the same person until I started reading your blog. So you are a superb writer, and I'd love to read more!!!

thank you so much!! i’m really glad you’re enjoying them both :^)

Anonymous said: I just wanted to let you know i am going on a road trip tomorrow so i loaded all of 'but you gotta' and MSA onto my phone to reread. Thank you.

that is... such a huge compliment. thank you

Anonymous said: So can MSA!Izuku see ghosts?

i tentatively say yes, but i think most souls can’t linger very long so they’re mostly irrelevant to the story. (?)

Anonymous said: important question: in msa does izuku go to the same school as in bygg and if so is mitoki there

mitoki is an exclusive byggualom-only oc, for only $5.99 a month you can buy yourself a premium account and view more mitoki content that cannot be found elsewhere

(izuku goes to a different school & who knows what chaos mitoki is stirring up. he’s off living his own hot blooded shounen jump lifestyle. also i feel like it would be way too self indulgent to put mitoki in all my aus. theres a limit to these kinds of things yanno?)

Anonymous said: When I read the part when Izuku got paralyzed, I literally screamed. Because you just??? Oh my god???

hehehe. hee hee hee. hoo hoo hoo

#im sorry yall i got so many of these im just shoving them all into one post #minimizing the clutter #ask #msa stuff #various speculations on the worldbuilding of the msa universe

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Caleo Makes Me Cringe And Here’s Why

Yet another Heroes of Olympus anti list for your asses so prepare your butts because I’m about to blow ‘em clean off.

Note: Usually things apply. If you like Caleo and don’t care to hear counter opinions and that makes you aggressive and mean then this isn’t something you’re interested in, I’m going to have to ask you to move along :D I’m entitled to my opinions as you are yours. Any aggression targeted at me because I don’t ship what you ship will be treated with demeaning responses

You have been warned

Side Note: I have nothing but love for Rick Riordan, these are solely my opinions, which I’m entitled to have.

If you have anything to include, feel free to add your own thoughts.

I’m putting this under a Read More so people who don’t want to see this doesn’t have to.

1. To the people who say that Caleo is the best ship because “it’s not incest”. You are wrong. Calypso is Atlas’ daughter, Leo is Hephaestus�� son. In Riordan verse, Atlas is Iapetus’ son, Iapetus is Kronos/Cronus’ brother, Kronos/Cronus is Zeus and Hera’s father, Hera is Hephaestus’ mother (and in some myths Zeus is his “biological” dad but we’ll ignore this for the riordan verse). If you’re using the incest card, it’s still incest as all gods and titans are related in some way as they all came from Gaea in some way, shape, or form. So kissing cousins apply here and that makes your argument invalid. Claiming it’s the only “healthy” or not gross ship is a lie or you could go along with Rick and his “genetics are a human thing”. The choice is yours.

2. They started out hating each other but skipped the whole tolerating/friendship stage and basically went straight into romance which doesn’t work for the short amount of time they were together. It was a weak build up and even now Leo looks like a lovestruck little boy while Calypso seems to be rather aloof and disengaged from the relationship. Kind of like now that people are around to see them she doesn’t want to be seen romantically with him? At least, that’s how it looks to me. This is my perception.

3. Calypso seems very angry still and I feel like it would be better for her to work on that solo rather than be in a relationship where she needs to kind of take it a lot slower than she would if she was alone. She has to take another person’s feelings into account so that’s not the best for someone with so much pent up anger. Take it from someone who has had something like that.

4. What would have been a more powerful story line for both of them would have been Leo realizing he doesn’t need to be in a relationship to feel validated and cared for. That being the 7th wheel isn’t a bad thing unless you perceive it that way. It’s a flaw with most books like this and young adult books. All the main characters simply have to be in a relationship. It seems like it’s a must and it’s not. A fair amount of people go through high school without dating. I had two boyfriends, one that lasted for a month (and he gave me fucking panic attacks) and then one that lasted about six months (before a tragedy), but I had friends who had been dating their S.O. since freshman year, some who chewed through boyfriends like no tomorrow, some who didn’t want to date, and some who just never dated. For what seems to be every young adult book ever, there are couples even if feelings don’t bloom until the very end of the book. So imagine my disappointment at how unrealistic these are becoming? It seems literally everyone in PJO/HoO/ToA are in a relationship even background and minor characters. I feel like it’s because people suspect this out of Rick now, and it makes me feel bad that he feels he needs to pair everyone up. I can’t imagine how stressful that must be. He shouldn’t have to do that. There’s this wonderful thing called fan fiction; you can read it, write it, and explore it. You don’t need to make that poor man feels like everyone needs to be in a relationship. It has negative affects/effects on people that age who reads them because then they feel like they need to be in a relationship to feel validated (like Leo) and could possibly end up in a bad relationship or feel like there’s something wrong with them for not being in one.

5. For Calypso because #4 was so long. Calypso’s story would have been a lot more powerful had she learned to love herself and the boat come for her. It would have been a real strong hit like “You don’t need someone to save you” and “You can save yourself” and self love promotion. (Honestly, both of their storylines could have done that but those opportunities were missed unless it gets horrendously retconned). In this day and age, I definitely feel like promoting self love is more powerful than Caleo unless you’re looking at it through rose colored glasses, like most shippers do. I’m guilty of this myself. I love Leo and I love Calypso, I just feel like there was a missed opportunity here.

6. Leo saving Calypso kind of made Percy look bad. This is a no-no. Making one character look bad for a relationship is a no-no. Percy usually keeps his promises. The only one I’ve seen him not keep was Bianca and even then I’m not 100% that was a promise? I don’t know. I just don’t like that Percy just “forgot” and basically made him like the other heroes that landed on Calypso’s island. I’m confident that’s not something that Percy would just “forget” but whatever. There’s a lot with HoO that I don’t like when it comes to Percy but that’s a post for another time.

7. Okay this is just because I seen a post from a pro caleo blog (and I’m not going to tag cause I don’t want to start a fight since this is a personal opinion and they made it clear they’re going to “defend caleo till they die”. I’m not trying to talk anyone out of anything. I’m stating my opinions, but claiming things about other ships without acknowledging your own ships faults is a no-no. (that’s the reasoning for the first reason on here). Here’s my defense (despite the fact I don’t really ship any of the canon ships but unfair attacks are unfair attacks) alright so here we go. a. “ Percabeth = Incest.” See #1 because Caleo is also incest and I explained it above making this a useless excuse to ship Caleo. b. “Tysella = Furry.” Okay, but Ella is a harpy and Tyson is a cyclopes. I don’t understand why furry is being claimed here but okay. You’re entitled to your opinion, but harpies were never considered animals as they are mythical creatures and I, personally, don’t include mythical creatures as furries but aiight. Furries have fur, not feathers. I haven’t seen any furries/fursonas with feathers. If I’m wrong all I ask is that you prove it without being vulgar. c. “Grover/Juniper = Furry” Okay. Grover is a satyr which doesn’t really strike me as Furry since it’s humanoid, same with Ella, so it’s not furry as furry are completely animals? And anyways Juniper is basically a fucking nature spirit? It’s basically similar to how a dog likes rolling around in the grass? Whatever though d. “Jason and Piper = Incest” again so is Caleo. skip Frank and Hazel because nothing was really said on this. e. “Paul and Sally = Sally’s probably traumatized by Gabe beating the shit out of her” Okay, what does that have to do with Paul and Sally? That’s completely irrelevant to Paul and Sally’s relationship especially since there’s no hint at Paul being abusive to Sally? Sure, Sally is probably traumatized, but I would think she’s working through that since she seems to have a functioning relationship. But what does Sally’s trauma have to do with Paul? Weak excuse. f. “Solangelo = Not only is Nico 85 while Will 14 but he’s possessive etc, etc”. Okay, but Nico is technically 14 himself? I mean, yes, he was born way back, but if we’re looking at age here Calypso is thousands of years older than Leo. And with possessive, I’m pretty sure Leo got mad at Percy about Calypso and was even kind of mad/jealous of Jason while he was trapped on the island because of Calypso not being interested in him and basically calling him scrawny or something like that. And Nico is in the body of a fourteen year old, he has the mind of a fourteen year old. He is a fourteen year old. He is in the mental state of a fourteen year old. Do you know how unsettling that would be if he dated someone “his own age”? His growth, mentally and physically, have been stunted thanks to the Lotus Hotel, so Nico di Angelo is a fucking fourteen year old. Let’s be clear that I don’t ship Solangelo, but after the shit that kid has been through he deserves to be happy. He lost all of his family, was forcibly outed by his sexuality by an asshole god, went through Tartarus by himself, and had to deal with feeling lost in a world that he didn’t feel accept him even among his peers/the people who should have understood him the most. If anyone deserves to be happy. It’s him. Fucking drop it. g. “Chris/Clarisse” we’re back at incest and I’m back at Caleo being incest. h. “Charles and Selena” again with incest because their parents are married. Atlas is Hephaestus’ great uncle so that’s seriously your kid dating your cousin. But Caleo isn’t creepy or incest. Okay thanks. Beckendorf and Silena are a ship that I actually enjoyed because they gave a shit about each other and loved each other despite parentage and then they died and it broke my heart. Honestly, if you find this creepy, a mother and daughter dated a police officer and his son in the Scream TV Series. That I found weird especially since that was all biological. Rick already said that genetics and gods aren’t a thing. The fact that I’m saying this more that once is exhausting. Just because your parents are married doesn’t mean it’s incest. To make this less creepy, Hephaestus and Aphrodite never had children and it’s a bullshit marriage anyways so. Whatever.

Honestly, if you’re going to be biased, at least know your facts.

That’s all I got now, feel free to start a discussion.

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