yes i'm rooting for m*leven breakup because byler is neat but mostly? i'm rooting for m*leven breakup for the sake of el and mike.
to me, their romance was always a puppy love born out of a combination of social pressures, naïve curiosity, and a lack of true understanding regarding intimacy and romantic love and what it really is. it was real in that they do truly, deeply care about each other and they are close friends, maybe even shared an attraction, but a maturing romance is so much more than that. they've grown up and out of being boyfriend/girlfriend, and that's okay! i think television/film needs to show more often that most of us don't have definite "soulmates" or first childhood loves that we spend our whole lives with. it doesn't mean these relationships meant nothing and didn't impact us, it just means they've run their course and that something else is in the cards, and this is part of life!
i've always felt el was at her best and most confident self when broken up with mike, discovering who she was and what she liked alongside another girl her age instead of just relying on mike for mentorship on how to live in the real world. she deserves more of an opportunity to find herself, her autonomy, and her independence, and to love who she is, and she's made it clear she's felt insecure in the relationship with mike because she isn't being loved and understood the way she wants, needs, and deserves from someone who is her partner.
also, it's okay if mike doesn't love her in "the way he should". he is not obligated to love her romantically and stay in a relationship with her just because she's a girl, because she "needed someone", or because he cares about her a lot. he shouldn't be pressured into a romance if it's not truly coming from his heart. he deserves freedom to find out and honour who he is, too, instead of just staying in his non-functional first relationship — one he got into as a child, essentially — and defining himself that way because it's what's expected when a boy and a girl are close. he loves her in some way, yes, but it's okay if he doesn't feel comfortable or secure being her boyfriend anymore, for whatever reason that is. he's felt insecure too, and that's valid and it matters.
they are their own people and are steadily growing and changing every day. they need time to figure out who those people are, and it's become clear (at least in my opinion) that those people aren't meant to be a couple at this stage.
they deserve freedom. they deserve to grow up and be authentic to themselves and not feel like they need to lie for the sake of a relationship. they deserve to move on from this version of their relationship that isn't making them happy and rekindle the best part of their bond: their strong, beautiful friendship. they don't have to be a couple if it doesn't make them stronger and better and happier people.
i think it would be healthy and wonderful for a show, especially one consumed frequently by young adults, to show a relationship starting, progressing, and ending on good terms in this way. sometimes things don't work out, and that is okay.
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So like, I have been having this weird experience analyzing the Harry Potter books lately, and please indulge me while I talk about J.K. Rowling's weird writing.
My goal was simple: read the Harry Potter books to find which parts were influenced/inspired by actual magic that people do in real life. My theory was that there was a lot more magic in the earlier drafts of the books, and that she took a lot out due to fear of backlash from America's ongoing reenactment of the Satanic Panic. For instance it's quite obvious some of their magic lessons got dumbed down so that very little of what's in the books could actually be tried in real life, and I think she took out a lot of astrology.
I also wanted to do a couple errands along the way, one of which was to check and see if it's explicitly written in the books that Harry is a cis man. I'm a trans man, SO I'D KNOW. (I'm a slow reader so all I can say for now is: the FIRST book does not explicitly state Harry is cis, but if he's trans, there's some implied worldbuilding with items like the Sorting Hat that comes into play. Also I'm fairly sure the Dursleys would have gone along with him being trans because that meant Petunia could reuse Dudley's old clothes instead of having to get girl stuff. I'mma save any other explanations on the topic for a video on it.) The reason I'm doing this read-through is because I think J.K. doesn't know anything about trans people and didn't think to make sure her wizard world was trans exclusionary. AND IT TURNS OUT THAT WE TRANS MAGIC USERS HAVE A WAY OF WIGGLING INTO MOST PLACES UNDETECTED BY NORMAL MEANS.
While I was doing the re-read I encountered two sort of broad revelations:
There's a lot of old stuff in there like Latin and Greek and tradcraft stuff, but also modern magic of the more recent era... but the incorporation of modern magic cuts off somewhere before the 80s. These books read like they were written by a early 70s magician. Like they honestly read like J.K. is a magical practicioner who just didn't read any magic books written after 1972 and never discovered what Chaos Magic is, (and also, never heard of most of what happened in the Cold War). I have never found a writer, in fiction or non-fiction, more dedicated to referencing magical stuff that most magicians alive today just don't care about anymore.
J.K. Rowling's knowledge of child abuse laws and general social mores regarding treatment of children also ceased to update itself by about the 80s. I keep getting distracted by this and having to make more side-notes about corporal punishment and researching stuff like when caning was banned in England. (HInt: it was banned before Harry went to school, so in Book 1 it's fuckin weird that he assumes that Wood is the name of a cane he's about to be whipped with.) Like, this woman raised children in the modern era, she should know when canes stopped being used.
So like, when I mention that I'm doing some research in this area, this is the sort of stuff I'm reading for and the sort of stuff I'm encountering. I haven't been talking much about this journey because it seems like any time anyone brings up anything Harry Potter up whatsoever, we've got to talk about how J.K. is a terf in every other sentence. But like, y'all: I hope you slow down and re-read the books, because J.K. Rowling is a terf who is also a child abuse apologist and normalizer. She is a terf who is also a horrible fat-shamer. She is a terf who is also an ableist with a huge problem writing about mental illness. And she's a terf who's also a sexist who undermines feminism with her actual writing of female characters.
And I honestly think she double and triples down on the terf stuff so that people will only talk about that. I think it's worth talking about the fact that not only is she an awful person in the terf way, but like, every other way imaginable too. I think it's worth talking about the fact that with all the obvious biases she has, the group she CHOOSES to publicly marginaiize is trans women, and I think she makes that choice because she thinks that she'll get more allies that way. That if she wore all of her issues on her sleeve like she wears the terfness, that she'd lose a lot of allies, that a lot of prestigious charities would stop having anything to do with her. That she uses the identity of "terf" as a shield because she knows that certain people will protect a terf, and she does this specifically so people won't notice how much of a sexist, abuse apologist, ableist, fatphobe etc she ALSO is. Opinions that could lose her a lot of money and clout if people remember them enough.
She's trying to pick on who she thinks is the most unpopular kid in the class out of the hopes that the bullies in class will be her friends instead of pile up on her, but if the bullies knew what she really thought of them, THEY wouldn't even be her friends.
Also like... I just want someone else to read the actual words in these books and see what fucked-up choices she made as a writer. I think a LOT of people remembering these books are actually remembering the movies, which are way more different from the books than you might expect.
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what is it you want?
long time no posting of anything i've written. have some more celeste backstory. i'm not avoiding studying, you are.
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"Are you bored?"
Asmodeus looked down at Celeste who was lying down on his back, head resting in his lap, looking up at the devil. He currently wasn't disguised, they were alone in Celeste's back garden having done just about nothing the entire time Asmodeus had been here. Part of him thought he should be irritated by the waste of time. Several hours spent not having any idea what was going on in Baator. But he wasn't particularly concerned. Likely no one would even notice his absence.
"Should I be?" he asked.
"You've been letting me talk about elven ballet for the past half hour," Celeste said. "And you looked like you were falling asleep."
"I don't sleep. Is it so hard to believe I might find what you're saying interesting?"
Celeste squinted at him, smiling. "A little. You are Lord of the Nine Hells," he said.
"Oh, I'm sorry," Asmodeus drawled. "Next time I'll remember to only be interested in what new methods of torture have been devised."
Celeste laughed. "You truly enjoy spending time with me?"
"Rest assured if I didn't want to be here, I wouldn't be."
"Why?" Celeste asked. "I'm no one special."
"I don't precisely know, just yet," Asmodeus said, with rare honesty. He still hadn't quite managed to pin down what he found so intriguing about this particular mortal. "On that note," he sighed, "my patience is near infinite and on one hand I would be curious to see how long you can keep up this charade, but on the other I'd like to cut straight to business. What is it you want?"
Celeste stared at him, uncomprehending. "What do you mean?" he asked. He sat up to look at Asmodeus more easily, seeming genuinely confused.
"Celeste, don't play coy with me," Asmodeus said, shortly. "I invented that game. Every mortal that consorts with a devil wants something. Riches, fame, power, immortality. You must think yourself quite lucky to have caught my eye. So what is it?"
Celeste glanced away and then looked down, frowning, thoughtful.
"Celeste—" Asmodeus began, about to be irritated.
"I'm not trying to lie to you," Celeste said quickly, looking at him. "I'm just trying to think of something. Give me a second. If you want me to want something from you, I'm sure I can think of something."
Asmodeus frowned. "You cannot mean to tell me you want nothing."
"No," Celeste said. "Of course I want things. At the moment, I want lunch. But the things that you said… I have plenty of money, I don't want to be famous or powerful, and… living forever sounds like a nightmare. No offense."
Asmodeus tilted his head slightly, he couldn't entirely argue with that last point. He smiled somewhat patronizingly. He couldn't sense that the aasimar was lying, but he couldn't be telling the truth. He had some ulterior motive for this, even if he didn't realize it. Asmodeus would figure it out eventually.
Celeste caught his expression and smiled. "Is it really so hard to believe I might find your company enjoyable?" he asked.
"A little," Asmodeus admitted. He couldn't immediately remember the last time anyone had found his company enjoyable. Glasya or Mephistopheles perhaps came the closest, but he still wasn't sure he could say they enjoyed his presence at any given moment. It didn't bother him. Companionship was never something he had needed or craved or even spared more than a passing thought about. In the end, they would all die, by his hand or someone else’s. There was no real point in getting particularly attached. In general, he'd rather everyone be afraid of him, even just a little bit. It made them easier to control.
And Celeste just… wasn't.
That did bother Asmodeus. Even the most zealous of his cultists proclaimed their love in ecstatic fear. Mortals, celestials, devils alike all cloaked him in epithets and insults, hesitating to even speak his name for fear it would attract his attention. Even the Archdevils, though they constantly hungered to overthrow him, only ever worked their schemes in the darkest of shadow, knowing and fearing what he would do if they were caught.
And Celeste—cosmically unremarkable Celeste—gazed at him without an ounce of fear in his luminous golden eyes.
"You should," Celeste said. "I don't understand why you keep showing up, but I'm glad. I like spending time with you."
Asmodeus didn't understand why he kept showing up either. The first two times he'd met Celeste had been circumstance. The next several times had been a projected image purposefully seeking him out. This was the first time he had brought his avatar here, specifically to see Celeste. He thought he was trying to solve what was fascinating him so much about this aasimar. Then, once he figured it out, he would stop thinking about it and could move on and forget Celeste.
Celeste smiled, just watching him as he thought, that disorienting topaz gaze mapping his face. He licked his lips lightly, looking like he was on the verge of asking something.
"What?" Asmodeus asked.
"Nothing, just… I thought of something I want."
"Let's hear it."
Celeste hesitated, looking almost nervous. Uncharacteristic for him. He was flushed, slightly, the blood rushing to his cheeks making him look more bronzed than reddened. "I'd like to kiss you, if that's okay?"
Asmodeus blinked. Unexpected. He let the request hang for a few moments, considering it. He lifted a hand, fingers caressing Celeste's jaw, leaning closer, giving his answer in movement rather than word. Celeste tilted his head, eyes fluttering shut as he closed the remaining distance. Their lips barely brushed when Celeste gasped in pain, ducking his head with a hand to his temple.
"Celeste?" Asmodeus asked, wondering if he'd done something to hurt the aasimar without realizing it. "Are you all right?"
Celeste shook himself. "I… yes, I'm fine. It's nothing," he said, unconvincingly, and tried to lean in again.
Asmodeus laid a finger against his lips, looking at him seriously. "What was that?"
Celeste looked away, seeming almost a touch embarrassed. "I have a… guardian. A deva," he explained. "She and I have shared a connection since I was born and she watches over me. Tries to keep me on a good path, letting me feel her approval or disappointment or whatever else." He looked at Asmodeus for a moment, and then smiled. "I… don't think she's very happy with me right now."
Asmodeus laughed, surprising himself. There was something comical about the idea of a deva watching their charge about to kiss him. He wondered how loud she had screamed in Celeste's head to make him flinch like that.
"No, I doubt she is," he agreed. "Are you going to listen to her?"
Celeste held his gaze, hesitating for just a moment as he thought about his options. "No," he said, softly, leaning in again. He stopped, just before their lips touched, eyes flicking upward to meet Asmodeus' gaze, as if once again confirming he was allowed to do this.
Asmodeus rolled his eyes and kissed him. Celeste's lips were warm and soft and this close he smelled of flowers and sunlight. Idly, Asmodeus wondered what had gotten into him. He wanted nothing from this mortal. He was an amusement. A curiosity. Asmodeus drew back, smiling at the way Celeste almost chased him before catching himself, blinking up at him with that beautiful luminous gaze.
An indulgence, he decided. It had been a while since he'd allowed himself an indulgence. Celeste was a puzzle. A mortal who held no fear of him, who seemed to be trying to court him without a single ulterior motive. Solving him would be a fun distraction from his responsibilities. A puzzle and an indulgence, nothing more.
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