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chaostheatre · 5 months

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you’ve mentioned how antisemitic stereotypes are given to gideon but could you elaborate on what exactly is going on with that? only if you want to of course!

okay so before I start talking about this I need to acknowledge a few things (for context at the least)

I have not seen the anime, so these may or may not be applicable to it. I don't know, but by default I'm going to ignore the show entirely.

I am not Jewish, and I definitely don't intend to speak over or for anyone on matters like these. I started college as a religious studies major, left to go to film school, and am now going back to religious studies in january. cultural and religious history, especially as is represented in media, is something I've written a LOT about. but I am not an expert.

I AM NOT TRYING TO CANCEL ANYONE. I do not at all think bryan was being intentionally shitty, of course not. antisemitic stereotyping has existed in story villains for HUNDREDS of years and has become an unfortunate presence in popular culture.

my argument for gideon being jewish coded is based on the context of how other creators have represented jewish coded characters. again, it's not intentional, and of course I don't think all jewish people fit into "one box" but we're talking about stereotyping. i.e. what would a jewish villain look like to someone who isn't jewish? look at the discussion around mother gothel from tangled, for example. that's where I'm coming from

I've read nothing to indicate bryan is jewish but if he is and this comes off as distasteful, my bad

okay anyway

if we wanna start off on the base points we can talk about gideon being "stereotypically" jewish (again, from the perspective of a gentile creator). I WISH I could find this post again but I once read something very interesting about neutral and negative stereotypes from an actual jewish person. but that's more where I'm coming from: starting off with gideon being a hebrew name (again this isn't about the anime idc about the anime), being from new york city, and being portrayed by a half jewish actor. all of these are neutral traits and contextual evidence. for me, at least.

alright so with that in mind we can talk about some of the worse ones

being rich and portrayed as a greedy douche about it. materialistic, selfish, vain, capitalistic... the list goes on. this is probably the most egregious

depicted as being an incredibly controlling and powerful force in the music industry AND being the leader of a mysterious organization bent on controlling the lives of the other characters (i.e. ramona and her love interests). gideon says this shit in text it's CRAZY. the league on its own is one thing, totally fine, but within the context it gets a little blurry for me.

having mind control abilities???

being sexually deviant and 'corrupting' a gentile woman (the kink scene is just.... hohhhh my god. depicting bdsm as evil and abusive is one thing but depicting a female character who has only had loving vanilla sex with the hero so far as being LITERALLY controlled and sexually corrupted by the evil kink pervert is NUTS)

THE ASSOCIATIONS WITH THE CHRISTIAN DEVIL. I'm not even reaching here that's a major part of his character and it's fucking insane. the demonization is insane.

you guys can decide for yourselves whether you agree or not. it's not my job to make perceptions for you, and this is just mine. I may be totally wrong, who knows! it's been a while since I've read the books anyway.

there's more I could go on about but the longer I talk about things like christian influence in western media the more insane I sound (comparing scott to jesus in any way whatsoever is honestly kind of blasphemous to me, and I'm non-practicing. however the trope of the heroic resurrection is VERY christian influenced and with gideon being the killer that's. um. uhhh mirroring deicide. but again this is very very very much based on my own perspective as a religious media nerd and there's no solid evidence or ground for my case other than parallels in other christian-influenced media). at the end of the day this is just another iffy villain on a mountain of iffy villains, spanning from the medieval ages to the present.

anyone who knows more abt this is very much welcome and encouraged to add on. turning off rbs so this doesn't become a fandom discourse topic rather than an actual discussion

#okay now I'm going to go have breakfast #analysis

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taran-chan · 2 years

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Gillian Anderson - interview for Magic Radio about Robin Robin

#gillian anderson #the love of my fucked up life #HER HAIR #LOOK AT HER HAIR #jesus i sound like mother Gothel in Tangled #no but her smile too #her everything #she's purrfect #pls marry me

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ficdirectory · 6 years

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Somewhere Inside (Disuphere series #4) Chapter 24

(To listen, click here) - 13:39

“Are you okay to keep going, Dominique?” Jesus asks once hers and Francesca’s tears have subsided.

“Are y’all okay to keep seeing me?” she challenges, raw.

“We are, yeah.” Jesus confirms.

“You know what? No. I shouldn’t have done that. I shouldn’t have relied on you like that, Francesca. You’re just a kid, it’s too much pressure.”

“It’s not,” Francesca denies, wiping her eyes. “I wanted to be there, Dominique, nobody made me. This is the only place where I’m not treated differently because of CP or because I’m the youngest. It’s the only place I’m treated the same. Please don’t take that away.”

Jesus is surprised by Francesca’s honesty. Her vulnerability - and, no denying it - her desperation to be treated equally by them. He all but holds his breath to see what Dominique will say.

“I just don’t wanna mess up,” Dominique breathes, still shaky.

“But we can mess up here,” Pearl offers, her tone warm.

“But I’m saying it’s terrifying. I’m terrified,” Dominique manages.

Jesus is so proud of her he could just about burst, but he dials back his enthusiasm, so he doesn’t freak her out anymore. “It’s hard. It’s a risk,” he offers. “Being vulnerable. But not in a dangerous way. It feels dangerous because of trauma. But it’s safe to feel stuff with us.”

Dominique sniffles.

“Francesca was safe being there for you. She was your backup. But while she was yours, all four of us? We were backing up both of you. We were supporting her. She wasn’t alone, Dominique. Neither are you.” Jesus tries to explain.

“This sucks,” she complains, laughing through her tears. “Oh my God, I just wanna go hide out somewhere until this trip is over… This is so embarrassing…”

“I think it’s actually really brave,” Levi offers. “Feelings...I...like, seriously hate them. I’m book-smart like Pearl but emotionally, I feel....”

Jesus braces himself. Just like that, he hears it in the back of his head: this sound like audio from a movie: Him smashing Jesus’s finger and telling Jesus he’s not so smart. Jesus, screaming, and confirming it for him. It’s one of his main fears now - to be seen as stupid again.

“Unprepared?” Pearl suggests. “I know that I feel that way. Like there’s just this sea of feelings I’m swimming through and they’re all just there, but I have a hard time figuring out what I feel.”

“My feelings are there...but they’re kind of...dull?” Mariana shares. Like, they’re trapped under layers of cotton. So...whatever I feel is like...far away? I feel a little, where...most people feel a lot.”

“But you cry,” Francesca points out. “Especially when we watch Frozen together.”

“Because Elsa’s kind of like me,” Mariana shares. “All her feelings are trapped inside and she can’t feel them. It makes it hard for her to connect with people...because they don’t understand her. Or they think she’s being mean.”

“But she’s not,” Francesca objects. “They just don’t know everything about her. That she’s trying really hard not to hurt her sister.”

Jesus listens carefully. It’s not easy for Mariana to articulate her thoughts or feelings anymore. So any chance he has to know how it is for her matters to him.

“So, Mariana’s like Elsa.” Francesca says. “Can we take turns saying which Disney princess we all are? ‘Cause maybe that’s easier to say than feelings.”

“Ooh, that’s a good idea…” Pearl nods.

“But Mariana, were you done talking? I didn’t mean to interrupt,” Francesca apologizes.

“Yeah, I’m done. Thank you, though. Francesca, which Disney princess are you?”

“Ariel,” she says, shy. “But only when she has a tail. Not later.”

“Why not later?” Pearl asks.

“Mmm… Because… I want to change myself like her...but I can’t. When she becomes a human, she’s not like me anymore.”

“But you are a human…” Dominique reassures quietly.

“But I can’t walk like all of you guys…” Francesca observes. “And I have actual bad dreams about getting lost. About Ursula the Sea Witch chasing me to steal my voice.”

“That’s true,” Dominique nods permission for Francesca to sit with her on her lap. “But you know...if you were born without CP? Chances are, we wouldn’t all have the chance to know you. And I think you’re pretty great. Including CP.”

“Okay,” Francesca comments quietly. “Dominique, which princess are you?”

“Tiana. Before she’s a frog.”

“Ooh, isn’t that one of your costumes?” Francesca asks.

“Mm-hmm.”

“Why, Tiana?’ Levi asks.

“Because...she got me through a hard time. The music. That she was a hard worker. That she couldn’t just magically wish her way through hard times. She had to do the work. That felt real to me.” Dominique shares. She seems steadier now.

“I never knew that,” Jesus comments, smiling.

“Who would you be?” Dominique asks Jesus, rerouting any attention he’s put on her.

“Mariana’s gonna like this answer, maybe, but I think, Belle.”

Jesus glances at her and she does smile. “Mari liked Belle so much as a kid. She wore this costume dress to school every day. Right?”

“Yeah, until I fell and it ripped. Everybody laughed except this one girl,” Mariana remembers. “I know why I liked Belle, but why do you?” she asks.

“I don’t,” Jesus admits. “But I relate to her. She got kidnapped, like I did,” Jesus keeps eye contact with Levi as he speaks. “And...she had to trick the bad guy into thinking she was happy, in order to eventually get away. I relate to her until then. But only until then. Because I’d never go back.”

Francesca’s wide eyed, like Jesus has just revealed something major that she didn’t know.

“What?” he asks.

“Belle got kidnapped like you?” she asks, a little afraid. “I thought she was saving her dad...”

“She was. But a good guy would’ve let them both go. A good guy wouldn’t have captured them in the first place.” Jesus reasons.

“I always thought she loved The Beast for real…” Francesca muses, still shaken.

“Well, I think Belle was really good at pretending.”

“Were you?” Francesca asks. “Did you have to do things to pretend like Belle?”

Jesus nods. “Yeah, I got really good at pretending, too.”

There’s silence as everybody thinks about whatever Jesus getting real about his abduction makes them think about.

Levi wonders if he and Pearl will be included in this Disney thing. He’s pretty obsessed with Disney and it would be a big letdown if they didn’t wanna include him in this. But Jesus said they wanted him here.

Eventually, Pearl offers her take, without being asked.

“Pretty sure I’d be Tangled…” she ventures.

“I think you mean Rapunzel,” Levi corrects, smiling gently.

“Yeah. The one with all the hair, who’s trapped in the tower and can’t escape.”

“But Rapunzel couldn’t get out. Because of Motherrrr Knows Best!” Francesca sings.

It brings a smile to almost everyone’s face. But it chills Levi. He sits still.

“But you can get out,” Francesca observes. “Like...it’s not like you’re locked up in a tower with no way down…”

“But sometimes, my fear does that. It locks me inside. Makes me scared to go out. Scared I might run into my own Mother Gothel out in the world.”

“Did she cut your hair?” Francesca asks, scared.

“No,” Pearl says. “The person who hurt me...they did a lot of things, but they didn’t do that.”

“Because if they did, maybe you wouldn’t have power anymore. But you still do.” Francesca observes.

“What do you mean?”

“Maybe that...Mother Gothel tried all these ways...to hurt you. Scare you. Keep you small. But she didn’t know where you’re real power was. So she couldn’t take it. You still have it,” Levi explains. “She can take a lot away, but not that. Is that kinda what you meant?”

Francesca scrunches up her face. “In fifth grade words...but yeah. You explained better, though. Which Disney princess would you be? Moana?” Francesca asks Levi.

“Actually, I don’t think mine is a princess. She’s a goddess. But she is from Moana…” Levi shares. He clears his throat. “I would be Te Fiti and Te Ka,” he confesses.

“You’d be human Hawaii?!” Pearl asks.

“She’s not human Hawaii. She’s the goddess of life. She loves nature and wants things to grow. But - assuming you didn’t watch the movie - if you’re calling her human Hawaii - something bad happens to Te Fiti. It changes her. Makes her angry all the time. She sends lava and destruction everywhere.”

“But that’s not like you,” Pearl objects, worried. “You’re good. You haven’t destroyed anything.”

“Give me time…” Levi says gently. offering a shaky smile that barely masks his pain.

“Levi…” Pearl says, as he gets up to walk away from the table. He can hear her chair scrape back. Can hear her following him up to the loft.

She catches his arm once there, and he turns on her. Jerking away. Eyes burning.

“Levi…” Pearl begs. “What happened today? Will you please talk to me? Please? I’m your sister and I love you.”

“You don’t know me. Pearl! Not really! You know the idea of me. You don’t know the rest. You don’t know....who stole my heart...” he manages. (He can’t say her mom raped him. Sexually assaulted. Whatever. He can’t say it.)

“This is about… Were you in love?” Pearl asks, perplexed.

(Okay, she really didn’t watch the movie, did she?)

“No. Pearl. Te Fiti’s heart - her actual heart from her body - gets stolen away from her. She’s not the same anymore, Pearl. She’s changed. Who she is...on a base level. She’s not that anymore. She’s this...scary demon who destroys stuff. Because of what happened to her.”

“So somebody took something away from you...that you can’t get back. And you feel changed,” Pearl reviews slowly.

“I am changed,” Levi tips his chin, defiant. “I’m not the polite kid you thought you invited to live with you. I’m the rude jerk you think I am. Okay? You should be glad to be rid of me.”

“Levi, I am never glad to be rid of you. I lived seventeen years without you. That’s way too long. Whether you’re acting like the goddess of life or the scary demon, you are my goddess of life. You are my...scary demon...okay? You’re my brother.”

“You don’t have to. You don’t have to say all this. I know I just...showed up out of nowhere. Disrupted your life.” Levi feels heavy all over. He’s looking away from her, arms crossed.

“Can I hug you?” Pearl asks.

“I’ll just burn you…” he chokes out. Feeling fiery.

“I’ll take my chances,” Pearl says, stoic. But she waits until he drops his arms. Until he nods.

Then, Pearl closes the distance between them. Wraps him up in her arms.

Though she’s normally a huge talker, tonight, she’s not. Tonight, she just holds onto him. For a long time. Until he steps away, wiping his eyes.

“You don’t have to tell me anything you don’t want to. Just know...I relate to what you’re saying. Having something stolen. Something happening to you that’s wholly transformative? I get that. Just, please don’t shut me out, Levi.”

Pearl saying this reminds him of Anna’s words to Elsa in Frozen. Of Francesca’s words about Elsa. And her words mean Levi has words of his own to use right now.

“It’s like Francesca said about Elsa earlier…” Levi ventures stiffly.

Pearl’s brow furrows.

“You don’t know everything. Just your side of everything. I’m...trying not to hurt you…”

“But Levi, you don’t have to do that.” Pearl insists. “I’m the big sister. I protect you, okay, not vice versa.”

“Francesca protected Dominique tonight,” he points out. “Age is just a number…”

Pearl shivers.

“Please...just believe me. Just...hear me.”

“I don’t know everything, and you’re trying to protect me?” Pearl asks.

Levi nods.

“How do you want me to respond?” she asks.

“Trust me that I know myself. Trust my judgment about this. You don’t wanna know this, Pearl. You really don’t…”

“Okay,” Pearl nods, blinking back tears. “If you need something tomorrow, will you call? Or tonight?”

“It’s okay?” he asks, incredulous. “I basically just told you off…”

“I think what you just did is called boundaries, according to the Feelings Laundry Crew…” Pearl observes, glancing down over the railing. Francesca waves.

“Don’t call them that. It’s so embarrassing,” Levi laughs a little, in spite of himself.

“Okay. I trust you. If you can, try to trust me back? Call me? Otherwise I’ll come back tomorrow sometime. Are you going into work?”

“Yes, or else I’m gonna get fired…” Levi shares. “But I think Dominique and Francesca might go with.”

“Oh, nice. Backup,” Pearl grins.

Levi wonders what other things the two of them will pick up from The Avoiders in the coming days? Before they have to leave and everything goes back to the way it was.

He watches Pearl walk away, and swallows. Levi kinda can’t bear the thought of being without this support system. So he pushes it out of his mind. Sits down on the floor where he can see everything.

He watches through the railing. Waits.

#fic: somewhere inside

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hoodiejaebum · 7 years

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Mother Gothel

Pairing: Byun Baekhyun x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 732

A/N: This was requested by @ihateparkjaehyung! I hope everyone enjoys! I know I loved writing it! My masterlist, as always, is here! Requests are also still open!

Warnings: swearing, accidental injury

Between your boss basically telling you that you were incompetent and two of your clients cancelling on you, you’d pretty much had the worst day ever. You’d decided to go home for lunch-- surely your boyfriend would be able to put a smile on your face. You trudged through the door, slumping against it as you shut it behind you.

“Baek, babe!” you called as soon as you were through the door.

“Yeah?” he shouted back. He was playing League of Legends, like always.

“Come have lunch with me,” you said, softer now. He peeped his head around the doorjamb, a lazy smile crossing his face as he took in your tired expression.

“Bad day?” he seemed to already know.

You sighed in response. “Terrible day.”

“Okay,” he started. “You and I are gonna have coffee and we’re just gonna hang out till you feel better.”

You nodded and smiled sheepishly as he kissed your forehead. “Call work. Tell ‘em you’re not coming back today. You don’t have any more appointments anyway, do you?”

You shook your head and texted your boss, then put your phone in your purse.

Baekhyun pulled a pan out of the bottom cupboard, then grabbed the eggs and bacon from the fridge. “How does breakfast for lunch sound?”

“It sounds perfect, baby,” you cooed.

He sat at the table with you, his hand never leaving yours. “Do you wanna talk about it?”

You shook your head and he nodded, knowing better than to pry with you. That got him nowhere.

You stared into your cup of coffee blankly, two tablespoons of sugar and just a little hazelnut creamer stirred in. “What’d you do while I was gone?”

Baekhyun chased a piece of scrambled egg around his plate with his fork. “I just played League.” he laughed. “That’s all I do while you’re not here.”

You beamed to yourself, a goofy grin pulling at the corners of your mouth as you thought of him, licking his lips every thirty seconds and pressing the keys on the keyboard repeatedly.

He pulled you back to reality by pressing gently on the back of your hand. “Are you, uh… Are you gonna eat this bagel?” he simpered.

“Nope. Go ahead,” you said, handing him the other half of the wheat bagel that was slathered in strawberry cream cheese.

“Fuck yeah,” he said, and stuffed half of it into his mouth while you got up to scrape your plate. You turned on the sink and ran the water over your plate, placed it into the dishwasher and went to sit on the couch.

Baek followed not long after, turning on the TV and pressing the play button on the dvd player. “Let’s just watch whatever’s in here.”

He sat down next to you, and almost immediately you were lying on his chest. Baek’s hand was tangled in your hair as he realized that the movie was your all-time favorite, Tangled.

“Jesus God,” he said under his breath, “how many times are we gonna watch this movie in a week?”

You slapped his chest playfully, grinning up at him. “However many times I damn well please! I like it, okay? Don’t pretend you don’t laugh every time Flynn freaks out. He’s you.”

He nodded solemnly, suddenly reverent. “Ya know what? You’re right. And Mother Gothel is you,” he teased, kissing you gently.

“Oh my god. Fuck you,” you said, a smile crossing your lips yet again.

“Well… we could.” Baekhyun pulled you fully into his lap, your mouths colliding with the force of two brick walls, only to crack your teeth against his. You yelped and he clutched his mouth, teeth aching from the force of the collision.

You immediately dissolved into giggles, almost unable to breathe from how hard you were laughing. His eyes smiled at you, his hand covering his mouth still. He insisted he was fine, but wouldn’t let you see his teeth to make sure. “Are you okay?” you asked, prying his hand from his face.

He nodded and you rested your forehead against his, then headbutted him with less force than you’d hit his teeth, but still kinda hard, then climbed out of his lap.

“God dammit, babe! I swear to God I’m leaving you!” Baek said, clutching his forehead now.

“That’s payback for calling me Mother Gothel,” you said, and laid your head back on his lap.

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