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you know, it’s because it’s all these straight dudes who kind of want to be Napoleon making films about Napoleon is why we don’t get anything with the very deep, intense and intimate friendships he had with the men in his life.
they wouldn’t know what to do with Junot, Duroc and Lannes and it shows.
edit - including this because I want it outside of the tags:
none of these blokes would know what to do with Junot AT ALL, because it’s such a complex and intimate and homoerotic/deeply homosocial relationship the likes of which just don’t exist in the west anymore
AND, it’s also a story of disintegrating mental health alongside an obsessive love representing how Empire twisted everything. It twisted Napoleon, it twisted his friends, it twisted their love for each other, their dislike of each other too (depending who we’re talking about).
The destruction of Junot’s body as destruction of Napoleon’s ability to express intimacy and sympathy, the inevitable destruction of Empire, the nakedness of the court scene just showing the horror of it all plain
and it’s uncomfortable and horrific but the audience has to look.
gods people don’t know what they have. And that’s just Junot! Not even getting into Duroc and Lannes.
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anyway a lot of discussion I've been seeing lately (due to Helldivers 2) is that people miss the point and it's satire and there are definitely people who don't catch that satire
but also some of it is just ironic fun and I think we should normalize acting like bad guys and soldiers who just wanna kill their enemies because it's fun and fuck you
especially applies to playing Stormtroopers in Battlefront games
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Time: September 1st, around 2:30 am.
Content Warnings: mental health tw, depression tw, grief tw, there are heavy mentions of not being able to have kids.
"There is no grief like the grief that does not speak."
- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Late nights. Late nights were always the fucking hardest. It was the time when most of the world slumbered away and rested their weary minds and souls. Recharged for the next day with at least some rest and preparation for what life was about to throw at them. But not for Mackenzie. Not anymore.
Late nights sucked. Infomercials often popped up at a certain hour for shit she didn't need while she scrolled endlessly on her phone until the battery was almost as dead as she was. Then came the reruns. Episodes of things that took her back to staying up late as a child, because she wanted to rebel against her parents despite knowing she would have to be up early for a photoshoot or filming on some new project.
But tonight's viewing left a different taste in Mackenzie's mouth. Usually mind numbing and something to pass the time; this late night rerun of Grey's Anatomy had just hit different.
Maybe it was because of the injuries she had sustained in a recent and shameful dumpster dive. Or maybe it was because more than usual, she was missing Brody. Whatever it was, the episode's central theme of babies and being a parent had taken Mackenzie's lifeless heart and started to slowly pull it apart with each little bit sending jolt after jolt of emotion to a woman who could barely feel anything anymore; except all the things you hid yourself under a mound of blankets from, until it felt like you could no longer breathe from the weight, darkness, and heat.
The thought of never being able to have a family with the man she loved, much less have children of her own, had lingered lightly in the back of her mind, and most of the time stayed there with all the other shit she thought about. But just like most things in her life, Mackenzie hadn't been able to grieve.
She hadn't been able to grieve Brody for the guilt she regularly felt. She hadn't been able to grieve her former life for having to stay hidden from the public as best she could. She hadn't been able to grieve losing her family. Her friends. And the list went on and on. But tonight, the universe had decided she was going to grieve motherhood.
As the episode progressed, and she watched Amelia's struggle, Mackenzie began to slowly break. First, a slight quiver of her lip and a shake of her head for perhaps denial or the refusal of wanting to go down this path. Then her eyes trying to well up, but being a zombie had made it nearly impossible. However, soon, she had found her knees drawn up into her chest as she rocked back and forth on the couch.
The hard truth that she would never be able to give birth to kids of her own had smacked her like a ton of bricks dropped into a pillow case. And with each passing moment came the thoughts of firsts and how they would never exist for her. No first steps or first words. No first day of pre-school or first day of college. Then came the realization that there would be no motherly advice to give. No hugs to hand out when life got impossibly hard. There would be no weddings or grandchildren. Or even a legacy to carry on the Ross name.
In that moment, a woman who no longer needed to breathe felt like she was suffocating. And out of heartbreak and anger found herself throwing the remote down as hard as she could, until she realized that just like everything else in her life, there was no Brody to share this hurt with. There was just no one, who would ever love her like that again.
With the credits rolling and the glare of the bright screen lighting up the house, Mackenzie wiped her eyes and what little flow of tears she had before lowering her legs and grabbing the remote that had bounced off the couch and onto the floor.
Deciding it was time for a change of the channel, she flipped to the next station to see funny animal videos, including one of a llama pronking to the beat of some popular song, which made her laugh rather loudly as if the breakdown she had just experienced had never occurred.
But it was there. It had happened. And just like everything else that was horrible in her life, she slowly began to force it down deeper only to be held behind a dam of emotion that was already barely together by hairline cracks that had been forming since the day her life as a zombie had started. And it was only a matter of time, before the poor patching job that kept her from breaking would explode resulting in something that no one could have ever seen coming.
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