the fact that one of my girlfriend's posts about me and my appearance has like 16k notes on it makes me feel utterly euphoric about the way i look
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Felt I had to draw Kenny being happier/goofy to help balance out the suffering he’s currently experiencing in some of my fics lmao
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Tawni Ames
Tawni Ames has a very interesting design
She’s the governor of Desix but is dressed in a fairly simple, understated style, suggesting that she’s maybe not the sort to lord her status over her people, and might be more of an appointed representative than a controlling overlord.
She also has a cool looking vacuum sealed hat complete with antennas. Maybe the civilian equivalent of a scout trooper helmet? Good for keeping dust and external sounds out, but any radio signals nice and clear inside as well as preventing them being overheard externally. I’d love to know what she did for a day job that required that hat, and I love that we got to appreciate the cool sound effect it made when she put it on.
But it’s unusual that we got such a lingering look at her smoking body. Taun We died but was only shown from a distance, We saw Rampart shoot, but Wilco’s falling body was only seen from a distance, Wrecker popped a trooper in ep 1 but we didn’t see where he hit him, only a body slumped against the equipment.
We had a perfectly good view of Ames lying on the floor before the angle changed, but they chose to give us a really good look at the smoke rising from her chest as Cody looked down at her.
Which is unusually graphic for a show with a 6+ age rating, don’t you think?
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So, given that there's almost zero chance that they'd actually show a relatively close up view of a smoking corpse in a 6+ rated show it means that Tawni Ames isn't really dead, we're just supposed to assume that she is because distraction has been used in all aspects of this show from the very start.
Forewarned of what was coming her way from the privacy of her radio hat, and knowing that the Empire were never going to take no for an answer anyway because she clearly isn’t a complete idiot, Crosshair shot her with a low power bolt from his adjustable output rifle, as arranged. He ‘happened’ to be just offscreen, slighty behind and to the side of Cody, while he adjusted the settings, and the panicking Grotty wasn’t likely to notice anything but the immediate threat to himself and the indignation of his situation. He was too busy wriggling and complaining to notice much. And besides, all of the focus was on Cody because he was doing all of the talking.
The shot fired was strong enough to burn her clothes but not enough to do her any major damage. All she then has to do is play dead until the coast is clear. I’m sure a fake corpse can be arranged for the town square without too much difficulty. It isn’t like Cody or Crosshair are likely to be the ones actually carrying that order out, not when there are plenty of townspeople around to make do the job.
In order for him to fulfil his Kallus-esque proto-Fulcrum role that they’ve been hinting at with all the subtlety of Wrecker body slamming into a group of battle droids, someone has to get word out there that he's not actually an Empire crony but an infiltrator in their midst, and who better than a person he directly helped even while the Empire looked on, and who's supposed to be dead already so no one is going to be watching that they do.
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Remember that he’s supposed to get two ‘really strong’ episodes to himself prior to the finale.
So won’t the next one be thrilling!
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on radical acceptance
okay so I am making a separate post for this because I am Feeling Things today
I was a fat kid. I am now a fat adult. I had a lot of internalized sizeism as a kid, and I still have some residual shit from the way I grew up.
I never saw fat characters on TV as characters who happened to be fat, they were always Fat™ - caricatures rather than characters. This was far beyond the norm - it would've been extraordinary to see a fat character, particularly a fat woman portrayed as just. a person.
I saw every fat person through a distorted lens, including myself. I never was able to see fat people being just people because I was too focused on the fact that they were fat. This again extended to myself.
One particularly painful day, I vowed to myself that I would never be a bully. I was sick and tired of the way I was treated. I knew it was based purely on superficial characteristics - being autistic probably didn't help.
This became especially important when I began to learn about activism. In particular, when I learned about fat activism, I realized that fat was a sort of demographic, too - and as such, deserved the same respectful dismantling of internalized -isms that I'd learned everybody had.
And as I dismantled it, I learned a few vital things:
Being fat is almost always out of one's control.
Even if it isn't, being fat does not deserve hatred.
Even if sizeist people are truly concerned for health, sizeism is not a solution - nor was being fat inherently problematic.
Being fat is not a moral issue - if it is any issue, it is a health issue.
Sizesit people don't actually care about fat people - they just hate having to look at us because their view of us is just as distorted as mine was.
To them, we are caricatures, not people. We are Fat™, not fat.
Many sizeist beliefs are rooted in ableism and aggressively capitalistic ideas.
Fat people are people first, before anything else.
If a thin person deserves something, so does a fat person.
And as I learned these things, I became able to see more clearly the humanity in other fat people, including those that were larger than me. I came to realize that we have not banded together as a community because we've fallen victim to a sort of infighting: we police ourselves and each other, and the system of sizeism continues in its cycle. We pat ourselves on the back for not being Fat™ in much the same way that young girls will pat themselves on the back for not being shallow caricatures of femininity - we have made each other our enemies instead of turning against the system that pitted us against each other in the first place.
I came to realize that we are all human beings, and that to love another human being for exactly who they are is a beautiful thing.
And gradually, the self-hatred that I'd denied and buried before exhuming it, began to decompose.
Now, years later, I realize the gravity of what I've done for myself. As a child, I couldn't imagine looking at this body and smiling. Now, I can look at this body and, despite the dysphoria that comes with being trans, say that this is a person I could love. Whether I perceive my reflection as a man or a woman, I can tell it "I could love you." Hell, I can tell it that it'd be an attractive woman if it was a woman and that it sure is a lovable man.
And to look at my reflection and say, "I could love this"?
It's so close to "I do love this". It's so far beyond where I ever believed I could go in my journey to be kind.
To put it simply, I think that radical acceptance leads to self acceptance, actually, and we all deserve that.
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i had an idea. since the situation with the courts is still... uneasy, and you're an angel, it wouldn't be a good idea to send you straight there, or have them come get you.
we could turn you into a demon too, if you wanted, but i think that would also put you in danger. the courts are still... tense. i dont want to send you there if something big is going to happen.
so, i think we should try to contact jupel for help. shey're a rogue seraph who, if shey agree, could keep you safe and out of the above until the situation with the courts blows over. then, we can figure something else out after that.
JUPE. EL?
WHAT'S THAT?
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staff: our april fools joke this year is a silly feature that doesn't really do anything but give you a button to boop other users! they have to opt-in first though :)
me:
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