#reminds me of being 12 years old. in a positive way

[escelia]

I took a prompt from @ghostreblogging and ran away with it. I have other parts in progress that I'd be willing to post if you guys are into it. I'm not saying it's good, but I definitely had fun with this and got wild with the next part.

Danny Fenton-Wayne: Big Brother

To say Danny was excited to be a big brother was an understatement. He was so ready to finally be the older one, in a position where he was allowed to be protective but not overbearing. Jazz had trained him well for this. And Damian was just the perfect little brother to him, though he was sure that was weird to everyone else. It was so refreshing to have a sibling that didn't treat him like glass. He reminded him a lot of a smaller, angrier, less tech oriented Skulker. And it was great seeing the others' confused but entertained expressions.

"I will slit your throat while you sleep," Damian had glared at his new big brother. "You are not my big brother!" He insisted. Danny thought it was so cute! Skulker would love him. The other Wayne's had looked mortified as though the comment would scare Danny away. Really, the threat was weak. Slitting Danny's thought wouldn't be nearly as effective as Damian was hoping, and it wasn't even that creative. But Danny was a good big brother, and rough housing was a great way to let off steam and get in exercise, so Danny just laughed and responded,

"You could sure try!"

Damian lunged at him in rage. The kid was fast and efficient; he'd give him that. But Danny had faced things much worse than a 10 year old with a penchant for violence. He dodged and snagged the back of his shirt, scruffing him like an angry kitten.

"Damian! No! Bad!" Tim scolded. "Danny, I would tell you not to take it to heart, but he really will stab you, so please be careful?"

"Stab me? That's adorable!" Damian squirmed in his hold while Danny manhandled him into a hug. This didn't really count as being overbearing if it didn't last too long, right? Besides, with Damian fussing so loudly about it, he was sure this was exactly how Jazz felt when she smothered him. It was amazing. Being a big brother was the best.

He eventually let Damian go and he sped away like Pariah Dark was personally nipping at his heels. No doubt to go plan Danny's demise. He was kind of looking forward to it actually.

~~•○•~~

Dinner that night was eventful. He'd learned that Duke was a meta with an ability that affected his sight. Not that he'd outright said so, but Danny could tell. He also gathered a few inklings about his family being the freakin Bat Brigade? They were all vigilantes, and they thought he was some normal civilian! So was Damian being protective of his family in the face of some stranger? That was understandable. Respectable even. Jazz would have said that he was a newcomer in their space and that he needed to respect that. He wouldn't pry if they didn't want him to. Across the table, his baby brother waved a fork at him menacingly. Danny snickered.

"Damian…" Bruce warned. Dick tutted at him from his seat.

"Sorry about him, Danny. You can just ignore him," Dick assured. Danny found he really liked Dick too, what with his similar penchant for puns.

"Thanks, but I think I can handle him. He's what, 10 years old?"

"I'm clearly 12, you imbecile!" In the next moment, Damian was scrambling across the table embedding his fork into the back of Danny's chair, but Danny was no longer in it. Damian hadn't even seen him move if his stunned blinking was anything to go by.

"Trust me, I would not be good for your diet," Danny joked.

~~•○•~~

Danny had gotten a great idea when several days later Damian rushed him with a whole sword. Even as Phantom, Danny was never familiar with traditional weapons. He'd always wanted to learn, but knew that with Fentons it just wasn't a safe idea. So when Duke came running to reprimand Damian and the child saw an opening, Danny redirected the blade down and out of his hand, offering it back with a question about lessons. Perhaps he could bond with Damian by letting him teach him about his favorite weapon.

Their "training," as Damian put it, was going well. Danny genuinely felt like he was learning a lot from him as well as about him. And even with his ghostly enhanced speed the brat was keeping him on his toes. When Damian nicked him with his blade for the time Danny had been so proud. He knew he wasn't easy to hit.

"Say cheese!" Danny exclaimed, shoving his uninjured cheek up against Damian's for a photo. It had turned out amazing, with Danny pointing to the oozing scratch on his face while Damian scowled at him for enjoying himself.

"Please desist. You're taking all the fun out of trying to kill you." Danny just laughed

~~•○•~~

Damian's new brother was just weird. And apparently Damian was the only one who really knew it. At first he'd thought the fool was underestimating him, but boy was he mistaken. He was a civilian, right? Then why could he not land a hit on Fenton even without the interference of his inferior siblings? The wretched thing was able to snatch him mid air and wrestle him into a hug like it was nothing. He was a professionally trained assassin! This was embarrassing! The others thought Fenton just had decent reflexes and a lack of self preservation instincts, but Damian knew better.

The day Fenton disarmed him quickly went from infuriating to intriguing. His brothers had admonished him for attempting murder again, but Daniel had stood up for him and handed his precious blade back to him, going as far as asking if he was willing to give him lessons. Tt, at least one of his brothers could tell he was a superior warrior. He obliged, eager to show off his skills with a sword. And Daniel wasn't actually bad at it per se, but it was clear he wasn't versed in swordplay. After a few sessions with Daniel, he noticed something odd. Not bad, but odd. The room was always cooler when they sparred, and he found that he didn't often overheat. Daniel was a quick learner and very light on his feet. So light, in fact, that he sometimes seemed to float. And Damien would swear on his grandfather's blade that when Daniel got serious, his eyes would flash a bright, toxic green. Damian was determined to get to the bottom of this, and because he was, in fact, the smartest of the Wayne's, he would do it on his own!

Turns out, he didn't have to try that hard.

Damian woke with a start at the knock on his door. He didn't have patrol so he'd tried to turn in early for the night. Grumbling, he went to see who it was. He swore, if it was Drake and he wasn't sleeping even though he'd been kicked off the schedule for sleep deprivation, he would strangle him. He cracked the door to see glowing green eyes. But Danny didn't seem irrationally angry like Todd did when the Pit Rage consumed him.

"Can I come in please?" Danny pleaded. "I had a nightmare and don't wanna be alone, but the others are out and Tim needs his sleep…"

Damian sighed and opened the door for Danny to come in. He sat at the foot of the bed and curled his knees to his chest.

"I don't know what you expect me to do for you. I'm not some counselor." He closed the door and crossed his arms with an annoyed huff.

"I don't need a counselor, I just need my brother." Danny's tired smile was soft.

"Why? I've been told I don't have a comforting personality." Damain took a seat next to him.

"I don't need to be coddled, I'm not a baby. I really appreciate that you're straightforward and rough toward me. I'm traumatized, but like, I'm not gonna break, ya know?"

"You… like that I'm rude to you?" This had to be the first time anyone had ever said that to him.

"Do you know why I'm here? Why I was taken in?" When Damian shook his head Danny continued. "My parents were always pretty careless when it came to raising my sister and I. Their science always came first. We had to grow up pretty fast. And once you grow up, it sucks to be treated like a kid again. It's what got my sister into psychology, and she was constantly trying to psychoanalyze me. Well, I'd had a lab accident that… changed me. When my parents found out, they vivisected me. Bruce found out and got me out of there, but Jazz was already 18 and in college so she couldn't come with me."

Damian was horrified. Even the League with their harsh rules and cruel nature would never do something like that. Even so, it did explain a lot, and Daniel seemed to know how to handle his trauma. An accident in a lab would definitely explain Daniel's more meta-like features as well. He wondered if his father knew, but figured he didn't because the boy had been very secretive about any abilities he might have gained.

"So to summarize, your parents were atrocious to you and now instead of being coddled or analyzed, you prefer to spend your time with people trying to stab you? I tried to kill you." He pointed out.

"Yea, well so has everyone else in my family at one point or another. It's sort of like a rite of passage and you're the only one that's done it," Danny smirked and nudged Damian. The younger boy could admit he found the humor in that, dark as it may be. "Besides, you get it: not wanting to be underestimated or looked down on just because you're young even though you've been through hell." Damian couldn't deny that. Maybe they were more alike than he had anticipated. Interacting with him didn't grate on his nerves like the others did at least. He sighed.

"So, what now Daniel? We sit in silence until you feel safe enough to go back to your own room?"

"I strongly prefer Danny for reasons I'm not willing to talk about yet, but I get the feeling this is as good as I'm gonna get, huh?"

"Correct."

"Well then, do you mind if I call my dog? He's a good boy, I promise," Danny pleaded.

"I do like the company of animals. I didn't know you had a dog, I haven't seen a new one on the grounds." Danny took this as a go-ahead to summon Cujo.

"I don't take him many places, he can get rowdy and protective sometimes. But I'm positive he'll love you." He let out a sharp whistle and the green ghost puppy phased into the room from under the door. He trotted over to the boys, tongue flopping as he did. He pounced excitedly on Danny before giving Damian a thorough sniff and deeming his presence safe and acceptable. He happily let the boy scratch his belly.

"He's… uh, green. What breed is he?"

"The ghost kind," Danny replied sadly. The implications were heartbreaking. "My accident turned me half-ghost so now I have a ghost puppy," he said as if that explained everything. "You uh, won't tell the others about this, right?"

Damian tilted his head in thought while he scratched Cujo behind the ears. He'd definitely want more details on what exactly Daniel meant by "ghost," but for now, he felt pride at being the one family member Daniel actually felt comfortable talking to. He could lord that over his siblings later.

"We'll, you're no longer in any danger, and your past is none of their business unless you want it to be, so I don't don't see a reason to tell them."

Danny grinned at his little brother. He knew Damian would be his favorite! He already knew he would do anything for him.

#danny phantom #danny fenton #dc x dp #fanfiction #crossover #damian wayne #batfam #big brother danny au #dannys a good big brother #he learned all he knows from jazz #damian respects the crap out of danny for not treating him like a child all the time #but like he also wants to snuggle his brother

[fatphobiabusters]

hello!! i love seeing your fatshion and fat art posts on my dash :]) they really brighten my day! how do you find these posts? I've gone back to the original source of them and they aren't often tagged with "plus size" or anything :o

Hi, I'm glad you enjoy the posts. I've created many strategies to find fat positive content on this website since, sadly, fat representation is very difficult to find.

The easiest strategy is to search popular fat positive tags, like "fatshion" or "fat positive." However, most people don't tag fat representation, and many fat-related tags are overrun by thinspo blogs, fat fetishists, and fatphobes.

Sometimes I search "plus size" and another word to try to find specific posts. For example, I queued posts with a Valentine's Day theme for Valentine's Day. One of the strategies I used for that was to search "plus size pink," "plus size red," "plus size lovecore," "plus size valentines day," etc. I have to get creative like this when trying to find content of specific groups of fat people. As another example, when I want to find content for fat Asian people, I may search "plus size hanfu," "plus size jfashion," "Vietnamese fatshion," and any combination of words involving fatness and usually either a specific cultural clothing or country. If I just use normal search terms, I likely won't find anything.

Sometimes I look at popular tags like "artists on tumblr" and scroll through hundreds of posts to find a single drawing of a fat person. Usually said drawing didn't use any tags for the fat representation. This strategy is extremely based on luck and will involve spending way more time before seeing any posts of fat people, but this is one of the few ways to find posts of fat representation that weren't tagged with words related to fatness. What I would give just to get people to tag their posts of fat representation, you have no idea. Even if no one else started drawing fat people, there would be a mountain of more fat positive posts to reblog if those posts were simply tagged in a way to make them possible for fat positive blogs to find.

Some tags are more likely to include fat people, like tags for Mermay. Fat people are barely represented, but some artists are willing to be slightly inclusive when drawing mermaids. The likelihood of size inclusivity also goes up with events like Mermay since some of the artists who participate will draw a different mermaid design for every day of the month. It's hard to not draw a single fat mermaid design when a person is drawing 31 mermaids.

When I find an old fat positive or fatshion blog, I'll usually comb through the entire blog for posts. Not only do I find posts that way, but I also usually find other blogs with posts I can also queue. This ends up with me going through a chain of old blogs and why you'll see us post content that was made anywhere from 5 to a whopping 12 years ago. I usually keep at least one post from each of these blogs in my queue at all times to remind me to continue searching the blogs for fat positive content. I've had some posts in the queue of Fatphobia Busters for two years because I keep them as reminders for what blogs I need to search. For every post we share, I try to thoroughly look through the blog of the op for any other scraps of fat positivity I can queue. This is another reason why some posts stay in the queue for months or years. Since fat representation on this website is abysmal, I usually only put posts at the front of the queue that were either made by blogs I've already combed, blogs that still have posts in the queue so I can search those blogs a different day, or if the post was queued by Mod Squirrel. I don't have a lot of energy to search blogs, which is why those posts stay in the queue for so long. That's also why you may notice certain blogs being posted a lot for a period of time—they're blogs I'm safe to post without missing any content I could have queued.

Tumblr has a pretty terrible search function, and I've basically never been recommended a blog by Tumblr that actually posted fat representation. However, the one helpful function Tumblr has actually been good at is the similar posts section called "More like this," which looks like this on desktop:

It's to the right of whatever post you look at on a blog. On mobile, it looks like this:

I looked at the same post for both of these screenshots. In the "More like this" (or "More posts like this") section, Tumblr will usually include other posts by the user, posts by other blogs who interact with the user, posts with similar tags, etc. etc. For whatever reason, I'll sometimes be able to use this Tumblr function to find more fat representation. As an example, Tumblr showed me the same grayscale drawing of a fat person in both of these screenshots. That drawing was posted by an entirely different blog and with no tags related to fatness or fat positivity at all, but the "More like this" Tumblr function is the only time that Tumblr realizes "Oh, for the past five years of running and modding for fat positive blogs, you've actually wanted to see posts of fat people and not all of the posts of thin people I've suggested to you all this time?"

Sometimes I'll try my luck with certain fandoms when I know the media the fandom is for actually has a fat character or if I know that the fandom is somewhat size inclusive. There are times where an artist who draws the media's fat character also has fat OCs or draws other fat people. For instance, I'll probably have more luck finding artists who draw fat people in the Magnus Archives fandom than I will in a fandom for a media that's very fatphobic or pretends thinness is an art style, like Hazbin Hotel.

If I find a fat person who posts selfies or photography of themself, I'll look at their tags to try to decipher what tags they use for posting those photos. They may have a specific tag just for their photos, like "my face," or they may tag all of their photos with a tag like "ootd," "melanin," "cosplay," "black girl magic," "lolita," "jfashion," etc. It's also important to make sure not to share any posts that have tags like "do not reblog." If a post has the tag "personal," I'll usually either skip it or ask the user if they're okay with the post being reblogged. This is especially important for text posts about fatphobia since sometimes a person just wanted to vent and doesn't want their post to be shared. Whenever I'm in doubt, I write a reply on the post and ask the op if they're okay with me reblogging it.

On some occasions, I'll see the url or tags of someone on our posts that makes me think they may have more fat positive content. When that is the case, I'll queue posts that a follower made. Said posts are usually selfies or text posts. Sometimes this means queuing a post they made about a specific product they sell on Etsy that otherwise isn't accessible for fat people, or this could mean queueing a well-written rant that they've okayed for people to reblog.

That's basically the gist of most of my strategies I can think of. You can see that running and modding for fat positive blogs involves a lot of work and strategizing just to find content. But you can help make it easier. If you:

Tag your posts of fat representation with fat positive tags

Send posts you find of fat people to fat positive blogs

Tell artists who draw fat people to tag their art with fat positive tags

Ask artists who only draw thin people to make their art size inclusive

Make posts about fatphobia and tag those posts with tags like "fatphobia" to make them searchable

Or even just reblog posts from fat positive blogs to help spread them and encourage those OPs to keep representing fat people

By doing those things, you help us a lot and also help more fat people see themselves in the media they look at.

If you do tag your posts for this purpose, I strongly suggest using more than just tags like "body positivity." That tag on Tumblr is full of mostly porn, thin people, and celebrations of weight loss, so I've given up on looking at that tag at all and would assume many other fat positive blogs don't use that tag either.

-Mod Worthy

#fat representation #fat art #fat liberation #fat positive #fatphobia #Mod Worthy #ask #citricsinger76

[haleigh-sloth]

Never noticed it before either but the Shouto & Yuki comparison works so well bc both of them were among the first characters helped by the protag in their series, and they both become a fierce loyal friend to the protag in the process. Their healing continues independently after receiving help from the protag and their arcs have this similarity of reconnecting with a brother they don't know much (Ayame and Touya).

Anon, this comparison is making me insane. I also spent a good hour or so searching the manga for Yuki's chapters so I could see for myself, and I'm screaming.

This comparison works really well when you're looking at the entire zodiac as the siblings Yuki was isolated from and resented by.

Birth being long awaited-a curse disguised as a privilege

Watching everyone else play/be together and ignore/resent him (including his own biological brother)

Kyo actually reminds me more of Touya and Shouto just because of the visceral reaction of trying to beat down/win and prove himself against Yuki (Touya trying to kill Shouto). I know Akito isn’t their father and I know there is an accompanying motive for Kyo wanting to beat him so bad (not wanting to be locked away), but Akito in this case is in Endeavor’s position (Yuki having Akito’s attention and not wanting it, Kyo wanting Akito’s approval and not getting it).

I definitely find it fun that both characters' arcs involve reconciling with their biological brother that they basically never had in their lives, but Ayame and Yuki remind me more of Rei and Shouto.

Definitely, definitely different circumstances and dynamics, but it's similar in the way that Ayame hurt Yuki and left him behind and then wanted to make up for it later down the line. It's the only biological bond Yuki cares to mend and then his relationship with the rest of the zodiac (his 'siblings') is just...yeah. God.

And then what was already pointed out about Yuki taking initiative in his healing. Tohru opened his heart early on and he slowly decided to start growing on his own throughout the manga. Shouto's decision happened quicker and through the use of fighting (shonen hahah) but he made the decision to see his mom and start there. Gahhh

Thanks for this it drove me crazy in a good way.

This proves absolutely nothing on a meta level but it kind of opens my eyes to how BNHA is constructed and how it's a little wild that it has a lot of the same components as one of the most popular shojo manga out there.

That to say that Fruits Basket also sticks out in its genre for the same reasons BNHA sticks out it is own. But I love that BNHA has a lot of the same sappy, emotionally charged, interpersonal components that Fruits Basket has. Maybe that's why I like the endgame we're heading toward for BNHA so much.

I've loved Furuba since I was 12 years old so I guess it makes sense lol

#furuba #fruits basket #bnha #yuki sohma #todoroki shouto #kind of there are no pictures of him in here #anonymous #bnha asks

[the-apples-were-monitored]

i've said before that it is completely out of line to look at a person recounting painful memories of childhood abuse and then bring up their past mistakes and i'm standing by that. i know some of you are going to jump on me for saying "mistakes" but this isn't me trivializing. this is me looking at things in context.

i haven't seen these supposed sources where they say drake bell's victim admitted to lying. i looked at news sources from the time and looked at statements given and haven't seen it anywhere in there that she admitted to lying, which i would assume would be front page news. if anyone wants to direct me to something verifiable that isn't part of a tiktok conspiracy, i would be interested. i have seen that bell wasn't convicted of actually touching the girl and they found no evidence of pictures ever being sent. the internet keeps vaguely saying the girl stalked him before and lied about her age and i don't know how true that is. it's always reprehensible to groom children and there isn't a justification for that. a few years ago i might agree with commentators saying "you don't just not know that someone is 12" but i worked at space camp for the past few years and there were a few times where i was looking for my assigned group and was told that the group that i'd assumed were 17 and 18 year olds (because they were taller than me and more muscular or filled out) were actually 12 and were actually my assigned group. idk what they're putting in the water but i assume it's these damn tiktok beauty standards. and i often have the opposite problem - when i was 16, people would assume i was 13. now that i'm 29, people assume i'm 19-14. i have a friend in her mid20s who is constantly mistaken for a 10 year old boy. it is fucking hard to tell how old someone is and if it's true that she was in his shows which were meant to be 18+ he'd have no reason to know her age. i've seen commentators state he immediately broke off contact when learning about her age.

i want to give benefit of the doubt in this case. i want to believe that the apology given was with complete accountability and remorse. imagining being in his position and realizing he may have contributed to an unsafe situation on par with one he himself experienced may have been a huge wake up call for him. i want to remind everyone though that we are not called on to forgive drake bell. we're not the wronged party in the case. the only one who can give forgiveness is the victim and victims do not owe that.

and with that i feel i should say that i can unfortunately believe that the domestic violence accusations may be true. the timeline seems to match up with the years immediately following what happened with him, the years he'd be more likely to flounder and struggle with the secret he was keeping. who knows what unprocessed trauma he was living with? it doesn't make it okay by any means (and again we are not the ones tasked with "forgiving" him and victims don't even owe that) but it makes a certain sense in context. i do think drake bell needs to come forward and tell people to stop attacking his ex on social media because come the fuck on. just because someone went through something horrific doesn't mean they can't do fucked up shit. i know i've done fucked up shit and i've worked through it as best i can. internet harassment and hate campaigns are not the way, but we didn't learn that lesson with amber heard (who i 100% believe sorry not sorry).

i think we need to move on from this mentality of holding people (particularly child stars) up on pedestals then dragging them down when they do fucked up shit. i have to believe people can change and grow. i'm willing to give people the benefit of the doubt so long as a pattern doesn't emerge. we need to move on from thinking that there is a "perfect" victim or that if someone has transgressed in later life that means their victimhood doesn't matter. we can mourn the child that drake bell was. we can mourn the child that amanda bynes was. we can mourn the person that all these people could be if they weren't swallowed by this cesspit. that is a separate conversation from talking about the ways they fucked up after coming out of that environment irreparably damaged.

leave behind the mentality that to show compassion for another human being is the same as "forgiving" them. and move on from the mentality that you personally are the one wronged when these people's lives have nothing to do with you.

#feel free to reach out to me if new details emerge or if i get something wrong #i've been microdosing on this situation because steeping myself in it would be bad for my mental health #but if i'm online i'm willing to keep talking about this #rape tw #abuse tw #quiet on set

[the-eldritch-it-gay]

15, 16, 18, and 23!

15. Do they have any sentimental items?

I think the most sentimental thing they have is what I designed for their starting armor, which is druidic leather armor but modified. The sentimentality comes from the fact that it would probably be easier at some point to just get rid of them and make or buy a new set of armor. But instead they kept it, mended it, created something new with it. It might not be a, like, positively sentimental item, in fact to them its a constant reminder of everything they lost and all the years of suffering they went through in their circle, but they can't bring themselves to get rid of it.

(Them keeping the armor and modifying it reminds me of a snippet from the piece with Halsin, where in their memory they at one point were having to modify and alter the druid leathers given to them by their circle because the circle hadn't considered how they're a tiefling with a tail. Which always stuck out to me as a very sad detail.)

16. What’s your Tav’s favorite childhood memory?

This is so tough because I don't think Majexatli has like, much of any positive memories from childhood, they ran away into the wilds when they were old 8 and life had already been tough for them.

I think perhaps it's their first time going into wildshape. They were probably around 12/13ish, and I think it's a special memory both because it was such a big accomplishment for them and they would go on to spend much of their time in wildshape. But I also think it's a special memory because Majexatli was always a rather sickly and weak child, even before the attack they had health issues, and when going into wildshape for the first time they were able to feel. Health, strong, for the first time, able to run around in ways they never were able to on two legs.

18. What did they want to be when they were younger?

I think perhaps that Majexatli wanted to be some sort of Artisan or Musician. In game I usually have them with a lyre and they like to play for people, though they don't have a good performance skill until like late act 2/early act 3 really. Before I jumped back to Act 1 again, I finally got the achievement of earning 100 gold by busking with Majexatli.

They probably also had a period of wanting to be some sort of healer, which as a druid they can be a healer (though in game they rarely do because of being focused on fighting in wildshape) but that ended up coming about far more out of necessity over the years than their desire to help people or interest in medicine.

23. Share any hcs/anything you want to say about your Tav’s backstory

Majexatli is actually very good with kids and they really have a soft spot for kids. For many reasons, one being that they had such a terrible time as a child and never had anyone help them, and they couldn't live with themselves if they left a child to suffer like they had been. Two is they really wanted a family and to have kids, though nowadays they're quite conflicted with everything that happened with themselves in the past wrt to having children (at one point they were actually pregnant, with Althyran's child no less, and the whole thing is too complicated to sort through their emotions and what happened even all these years later)

#eldritch it speaks #eldritch it answers #salam plays bg3 #oc: majexatli

[acidrcins]

did you hear the latest scoop ? we’ve got a new student joining us ! a little birdie told me that they’re called CHAE SEORI, but they kinda remind me of BAE SUZY — don’t ‘cha think ? you’re probably thinkin’ they’re just another TWENTY-SEVEN year old in their FIRST year of some MASTER'S DEGREE IN BIOCHEMISTRY , but wait ‘till you hear about their POISON GENERATION ! nifty, huh ? they’re pretty PRINCIPLED on nullivi, but you should watch out for their VINDICTIVE just in case ! anyway — if you wanna check them out, i heard they’re staying at the YELLOW HALL. oops ! you didn’t hear that one from me !  ༊*·˚

hello, i'm liv and v excited to b here! im a sl*t for anything superpower related and im also still off that gen v high so very excited to be here! all i can offer is this intro post, which i hope covers all the Key Aspects of miss chae seori. if i may summarize, shes just trying her best to be a good person while making questionable decisions and internalizing everything bad that her family has ever said abt her ‪♡‬ a cate dunlap wanda maximoff dupe rly

do like this post if u would like to plot because i would LOVE to and i much prefer d*scord hehe

also tw for mentions of nausea

𖥸 ─ basics

chae seori (often seen with gloves and a mask)

scorpio sun, pisces moon, scorpio rising

born 12 november 1996 in a small town in the outskirts of seoul 

currently a first year masters student, studying biochemistry & living in yellow hall

makes poison out of her fingertips & can infect those through physical contact or through air (if in close proximity)

there have been rumours going around that seori is able to give a kiss of death but she would like to debunk those rumors! her lips are harmless really its just the air around her

big on wearing patches but she wont tell you. will make u guess whether she has one or not. (justifies by saying shes just having fun)

𖥸 ─ personality

tl;dr morally grey girl, who's trying to prove herself as a good person (but it's hard when your powers are literal poison). a little bit of a manic pixie dream girl too

positive: principled, collected, intuitive, charming, inquisitive

negative: reticent, elusive, vindictive, temperamental, self-centered

alignment: chaotic neutral (the only principles she follows are the ones she sets for herself)

character inspirations: heavily inspired by gen v's cate dunlap, the hunger games' finnick odair, mcu's wanda maximoff, looking for alaska's alaska young, yellowjackets' natalie

archetypes: the vixen, the philophobic, the antihero

associated aesthetics: shades of gray, smiles that don't seem to reach your eyes, making questionable decisions but finding ways to justify them to yourself, dark eyes and darker nights, flirtatious touches with a hint of danger, red lipstick, unexplained headaches and waves of nausea

in control of her emotions but has tendencies to lash out. she is working really hard to be a good person!!! (by her standards) (she is thisclose to just saying fuck it and just embracing that she is a Villain tho pls someone enable her)

but she can get very resentful lmfao (example A: in her most recent biochemistry class, she told herself urself it was ok that the guy in class just mansplained a concept that she had already understood in middle school but then also gave him a wave of nausea once class ended because he was so fucking rude and deserved it)

keeps up a facade of being coquettish and flirtatious ( i never watched doona but that was the vibe i got from her gifs lmfao ) i think she can be quite charming tbh the queen of breadcrumbing ‪♡‬ keep them close enough, but never enough to touch. it's sort of a coping mechanism. safe space where no one can see what a shit person she really is and how she doesnt really deserve love

no one really knows much abt her and she intends to keep it that way

heavily motivated by wanting to know more! generally the kind of person who would conduct wild ass experiments or "would you love me if i were a worm" i kinda picture it like how finnick in catching fire is like he's paid with secrets!! same vibe with seori :D

𖥸 ─ background

pretty ordinary life growing up. parents are not particularly rich but they don't struggle either. happy small town family ‪:)

shit hits the fan when shes twelve and her brother is fourteen and they find out hes an anomaly. superhuman strength and speed. finds out after he saves a dog from getting hit by a car

if it had been anyone else, perhaps, they would've been the town's outcast but because it's her older brother, all conventional good looks with conventionally lauded powers, they worship him. he becomes the town's superman, girls come up and take pictures with him, he even gets featured in the town parade and seori is just there in the shadows

it gets even worse two years later when she finds out shes also anomaly! but unlike her brother, seori causes an incident of projectile vomiting after a particularly envious moment where her family forgets her birthday and instead, spends the day with her brother. it is messy and disgusting and it happens in the town center. no one forgets. and seori is no longer there in the shadows, she's actively cast out, whispers about why she cant be more like her brother and this is why anomalies should not be given rights

it takes seori some time to figure out her powers but she gets the hang out of it. not that it matters lol shes the black sheep, the 'villain' because goddamn shes literal poison. even her family treats her that way

she doesn't believe those words until one day she gets into a heated argument with her family. tells her mum that shes a person too and wails her father that no one has called her by her name in years and she's nothing but a stain in their family. they don't deny it and in a fit of rage and hurt and anger, she manages to cause irreversible brain damage to her brother

and that is the moment seori realizes she is the villain everyone talks about and she is the monster (doesnt help that her pupils are dark and her veins are black) !!! not a pretty look (think the monsters in sweet home before they transform kind of vibe) and so she runs

runs and runs and runs to seoul where she gets by on illegal means. she is ashamed of the things she has done (e.g., disrupting the storeowners vision long enough to get food to eat, sent someone into unconsciousness and pretended to be their granddaughter caring for them to get a house to stay, batting doe-eyes to boys who will buy her a pack of ramen) and since then shes actively working on being a better person

swears to keep her feelings in control, only uses her powers when justified (although her moral compass is cracked)

𖥸 ─ wanted connections

thank you if you made it this far! ‪♡‬ ‪♡‬ mwah mwah i appreciate u also i love plotting and just brainstorming so here are some rough ideas but OFC always open to talk !!

friends ! or better yet, friends who only meet late at night and you talk about the stars and your feelings and in the morning you pretend you have no other who the other is

someone who's immune to her....

fellow individuals in #STEM

ok this is really specific BUT what if.. our muses were enemies... and they kissed... and seori's feeling INTENSE emotions and accidentally fucks ur muses' vision up and gives them a headache and she has to pretend like it didnt excite her

she doesnt believe she deserves to be loved, so i would LOVE an angsty first love breakup thing. bonus points if she broke ur muses heart

she accidentally poisons u (she swears its an accident)

u catch her doing some immoral shit and tell her shes not a good person

a sam/cate situation. someone enable her to just fuck it youre not a good person so embrace it!!!

i love angst and antagonism so lets beef (ic)

#✦ ・ ooc.

[thewritetofreespeech]

Strawberry Season - JJK

Yuji Itadori 🍓

“Yuji! Stop eating all the strawberries!”

The teen bristled in his crouched position. He turned around, chipmunk cheeks full of illicit fruit, before he quickly swallowed and lied, “I’m not!”

You frown with a grumble before you come over with your basket. Toe nudging at his on the ground that is just barely hidden from view, knocking the truth loose. More bitten off caps than berries by far. “I suppose a squirrel got into these while you weren’t looking?”

“One could have.” Yuji teased, beaming up at you while he rubbed the back of his head in that characteristic way that always got him out of trouble. Making your heart flutter

“I’m serious.” You chastise; though with significantly more oomph. “If you eat them all we won’t have any for later, or to make anything with them.”

“But they’re so good!” He insisted. Standing up to follow you to the next patch. “Fresh ones out of the sun are the best! Gi-gi used to take me when I was a kid, and I remember them always being better than the ones we got at the store.”

You smile a little wistfully at Yuji’s mention of this grandfather. He doesn’t mention him often, but when he does it’s usually some fond, far-off story like this. “Well, you should at least wash them. Lord knows what nasty things have been on them in this field.”

“I’ve eaten a bunch of a billion-year-old curse spirits fingers, [Y/N]-chan. I think I’ll be ok.”

Megumi Fushiguro🍓

It was nice to be out for a while, enjoying the fresh air & sunshine. Being able to enjoy the outdoors was one of the few, simple pleasures in life. Although to some…..

“Can we go home yet?”

You turn around to look up at Megumi from the ground. The young man looking incredibly grumpy for such a fun outing, trying to get some air circulating from his t-shirt. “It’s hot.”

“I told you you were gonna be hot in that.” You remind him. Having had this conversation about wearing all black, even if it was a t-shirt & shorts, out on a day like this. But he couldn’t let the ‘jujutsu sorcerer aesthetic’ go even for a moment. “Do you want to wear my hat?”

You offer your sun hat up to Megumi who frowned further. “I would rather die.” You snicker at his answer as you’d pay just about anything to see him in it.

You sat your basket of strawberries down and stand up, dusting off your knees before coming over to him. “Come on. It’s just us.” You tell him. Putting the hat on his head, which doesn’t want to stay on with his torrent of hair. “Isn’t that better?”

“Not really.” He grumbled. Face pink from more than just the heat. He leaned forward to give you a peck on the lips, before he sighed and gave up on anything further. “It’s too hot.”

Satoru Gojo 🍓

Satoru smiled and hummed as he leaned against your kitchen counter. Chin in his hands. Tilting his head side to side in tune with his humming. Seeming mere seconds from floating parallel to the counter at any moment with glee. “Can you stop that Satoru? You’re distracting me.”

“I can’t help it~.” Satoru replied enthusiastically at your request. “[Y/N] is making something just for little ol’ me! How am I not supposed to be giddy and excited?”

“It’s just a strawberry shortcake Satoru.” You couldn’t even be certain it would be good or not.

“Yes, it’s a strawberry shortcake that you are making for me. Just thinking about it makes my heart go all doki-doki.”

“Doki-doki?” You repeat back at Satoru and his big goofy grin. “What is this? Some shojo manga?”

“Don’t disparage the shojo manga revolution.” Satoru warned, ‘serious’ for a moment as he pointed a finger at you. “How long until my cake is ready??”

You give a small hum as you tally up the math and tell him, “the cakes have to be completely cooled before assembly. Otherwise it will just melt the whipped cream. So I can start in about….30 minutes? It’ll take me 10-12 to put it together.”

“40 minutes?!?!?!”

Satoru deflated onto the counter faster than an overwhipped meringue. “Ugghhh….I can’t wait that long!!” There was a pause in his whining before Satoru popped his head back up with a lightbulb idea. “I know.”

“What?” You dared to ask.

“Whipped cream.” That grin on his face let you know that you had more than enough time to let your cakes cool for the rest of the afternoon.

Nanami Kento 🍓

He opened the door to his apartment, and was immediately overcome by the smell of something sweet.

Not a sickly sweet, mind you, but a tangy sort of sweetness he hadn’t been expecting.

“[Y/N],” he called out as he sat his bag down and came in further past the door, “are you here?”

“Yes!” You chirp from the kitchen. Poking your head out with a smile before poking your head back in. “How was your day?”

“Fine.” Nanami said as he moved in closer. Seeing the kitchen, a neat, but still messy array of flour and baking utensils around the counters. “I see you’ve been busy.”

“The market had fresh strawberries on sale.” You tell him. Showing him what was left in the colander before moving on to your actual creation cooling by the stove next to you. “So I thought I’d make a strawberry pie for dessert tonight.”

Nanami smiled. Thinking of a time in his life when something as simple as having fresh baked pies, or someone to come home to, seemed like a far-off dream. “I’ll go shower. Then we can have dinner and what I’m sure will be a delicious pie.” He snagged a strawberry from the colander and bit into it. The juices filling his mouth as he headed for the shower. "Care to join me?”

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[beebabycastiel]

✨personal update from yours truly✨

Hi y’all. I just wanted to hop on here and explain myself for basically invisible manning for over a year.

The short version is my partner and I ended things in a very horrible way. Cheating, abuse, the works. Shortly after that I was laid off of my marketing job. Shortly after THAT my father (whom I am super close with) had open heart surgery with complications. And my 20 year old cat passed away. So, in laymen’s terms? Shit has been utterly Fucked™️ since 12/22.

Things are slowly untangling themselves from their fucky little threads. I live closer to the city (that’s Chicago for me), gone low contact with my mother, got a wonderful boyfriend who doesn’t ever make me feel like my mental illness is a burden to him and a best friend in my life who doesn’t make me feel small and stupid. I’ve recovered from another ✨attempt✨ and I’m steadily working towards a management position in my field.

I say all this because I’ve been getting a lot of comments on my fics. Saying these really wonderful things which make me cry and I gleefully read to my boy who literally cannot watch shameless because it reminds him of his upbringing but loving listens to me ramble on about it.

I say all this because I feel like I’ve abandoned a community that was like a light to me. It inspired me. It comforted me. And it gave me some really wonderful connections. And I’m sorry that I haven’t played tag games in a while, or responded to dms, or been active, or written a single word that wasn’t marketing copy in over a year.

I say this because you all have meant so much to me. And in some way my words have meant something to you. And that’s not only super powerful but really why I wanted to write in the first place when I was a lonely little kid being SA’ed by a relative.

I don’t think I can write right now. And to be honest, I don’t know if I ever will. But this community has touched me and made me feel less alone. And I couldn’t go any longer without thanking each and everyone one of you that call this community a home too.

I’m getting better. I’m healing. I’m not floating on my back in the proverbial pool before I break up with my true love on the stoop of my house. If anything, I’m kneeling on a sticky floor of some club, crutches tossed aside and knuckles bloody telling you all that I love you. More than anything. And I’ll be back eventually. Just not now.

I love y’all so much. Really. And thank you for everything.

- Bee ❤️

#personal #like the most personal #beebabycastiel buzzes #where in the world was beebabycastiel? #HEALING YO #shameless #writing #love this community #thank you all #anyway!!!!! #tumblr is almost unusable now what in the Kentucky fried fuck #I don’t wanna play monopoly go #if monopoly has one hater it’s me #if monopoly has no haters I am dead #beebabycastiel blogs

[hydrangeyes]

Rambles as I finally watch ep 5 and 6

I FINALLY FOUND A SITE

Ep 5:

I adore when Alastor is just being the opposite of what a lot of us expected, it's legit funny to me. (reminds me of the livestreams)

OOOOOOOOO so like was someone telling Luci Charlie didn't want to see him and vice versa for Charlie cause this reeks miscommunication?

Oh. Oh no husky.....

curious about who has Alastor on a leash but tbh it has to be someone high up. I don't think it would be Lilith but I can see how if Charlie branched off to be her own person and then started the hotel publicly how she would one the strongest but not directly connected sinner to look after Charlie. (OOOO especially if Lilith knew about vaggie and didn't trust her.)

I've seen folks talk about Eve, cause yeah where are they in all this but I can't see why Eve would want anything to do with the hotel unless to use it to drag Adam down or rise back up to heaven- oooooooooooo

Still unsure why use Alastor for that but eh....

Is eve even in hell??? I'm trying to think back in the bible if she does or not (Not that I'm sticking to the stores there for an exact reference but eh wouldn't hurt)

I don't think Charlie yet understands there's more to being a "good" person than opening up and positivity. Especially if it landed you in hell? tho yeah there are some who can be hopeful, i would think they would travel to stay in the hotel if that were the case (but then again they would have to see proof that it's possible)

Luci boi has a point but i also think his unease/fear of heaven dampening things, that and his general distaste for humans clearly

hell yeah go off little man

mm so like what is up with the divorce couple? like clearly Lilith got Charlie in the divorce but the line that even before that she didn't know him (she looks fairly in her todler years so like)

I very much like loved more than anything the song.

lmao vaggie is STRESSED.

on to Ep 6!

oh vaggie looks exhausted

I have a head canon of Vaggie and Charlie have the same dynamic as Cassandra and Rapunzel if they hooked up.... before the plot twist reveal anyway.

CHERRY BOMB I LOVE HER

God Sir pentious is so pathetic I love him

mmmm that was a design choice for saint peter but tbh Idc much

oooo the designs are prety cool!

MOLLY MOLLY MOLLY MOLLY MOLLY MOLLY MOLLY

Ugh fuckin' Adam

Wait- so legit NO one else knows about the extermination?????

mmm naming reasons a sideeeee Called it

God fuckin' Adam, get this man off my phone screen

I need charlie to spend a month on earth, cause hearing her marvel at rainbow sprinkles is both cute and sad

Oh Sera so like- you're kinda the worse huh?

"He was the first human-" Uh yeaaaaaa cause the rough draft is SO much better than the final product????

Pleaseeeeeee sir pentious be quietttttttttt

12 ROUNDS BACK TO BACK??????

someone save sir pentious

UGH valentino

let's GOOOOOOOO Angel Dust

what ARE the rules to get into heaven??

"A lot you don't know." THEN EXPLAIN IT, LEGIT EXPLAIN AND WE'D BE OUT OF YOUR HAIR IF IT WAS SO HOPELESS

legit if you know the answers please share with the class, then maybe you wouldn't have any issues?? what the fuck is actually going on here

mmm the bad place vibes

ooo vaggie angel reveaaalll

I hope Emily kicks ASS

I wonder if Adam legit has special first child privileges that is stopping him from falling cause HUUUUH there's no way he can get away with acting like that

Also given that only Sera and Adam (and his servants) Knew, word would HAVE to get out, as secrets doesn't seem to be a thing.

I wonder if Emily could take thiws up to someone higher like an archangel or something? I legit want Gabriel reveaal, 1: he seemed the most chill thinking back on old bible studies (Its been a while), and too cause supernatural brain rot made me love the dynamic of angel family drama tbh

#hazbin hotel #I have a neutral vibe with the show #it's fun! but like any show there are CONSTRUCTIVE critiques #keep your non constructive ass out of here #this show makes my religious trauma giggle #same thing happened when I was watching supernatural and angels got introduced #I have a lot of thoughts

[beauty-and-passion]

FSS3 Episode 12: All these years

A confrontation waited for years.

Updates every Monday, Wednesday and Friday.

What is FFS3 - Introduction - Season 2 finale - previous episode - next episode

AO3 link for this episode

DISCLAIMER: As said in the introductory post, Fanders Sides Season 3 (season 2 finale included) could have triggering themes/scenes. Please keep that in mind before reading.

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Thomas sits on the couch: when he visited Virgil’s and Patton’s rooms, he focused on them and stuff related to them. Hopefully, it will be the same for Logan’s room.

So he takes a long breath and tries to focus: his own studies, his old documents, the box hidden in his closet, Logan’s face, his glasses, his tie.

Thomas opens his eyes again: he’s standing on some rocks. He looks around and recognizes the place: it’s the Cape Florida Lighthouse. He’s a bit confused: is this the right place?

But when he turns around and looks at the lighthouse he realizes that yes, this is the right place.

He enters the lighthouse, climbs the stairs. And when he reaches the room at the top, he finds Logan, standing in front of the window.

Logan is surprised to see Thomas: he asks why he is there and if he needs anything. Thomas says, in his most confident tone, that he’s here to talk to him.

They look at each other for a long time, in silence. Then, Logan shrugs and diverts his gaze. Talking to him, he says. And Thomas wants to do it now, after almost 10 years. It’s a bit too late to talk now, isn’t it? Thomas already sorted everything out in his life: his Creativity is leading, Thomas blindly follows every decision Roman makes and is happy with that. That’s exactly what he wanted, after all: to leave a stable job and waste his life pursuing unattainable fantasies.

Thomas replies that he remembers a Logan who wasn’t as harsh with Roman as he is now. A Logan who was more than happy to try new things, fantasize and spend hours in a garden, looking for new animals and plants.

Logan stiffens. That was the past, he says. Things changed.

When did that Side go?, Thomas asks instead. Logan was the first Side he ever met, the first one to talk to him. They grew up together, explored the world together, learned new things together. Where did that young, curious Side go?

That Side grew up, Logan says in a stern tone, and learned that the world isn’t just fun and games. The world demands knowledge, order, control. And so, Thomas should be clever, ready to face any problem, stable, self-sufficient.

So, Logan grew up, learned more, and guided Thomas, preparing him for the world. Since the first day of school, he helped him in his studies, built the confidence he needed, guided him into choosing the perfect, most stable career - the one closer to Thomas’ interests.

And every time Thomas’ resolution was wavering, every time he questioned himself, every time he lost sight of what he had to do, Logan was there, reminding Thomas about their goal: living his life the best possible way. Being ready for the world. Preparing for a perfect, stable future.

Logan turns around: why does Thomas think his room looks like a lighthouse? Because he looks further than the others. Unlike Roman who focuses on an impossible future made of equally impossible expectations, Logan looks at a much more real, much more attainable future. And from his elevated position, he can see every obstacle and every problem, before they hit them. He can plan ahead, and steer Thomas’ life to avoid them.

Logan looks back at Thomas. Can he finally realize it? Can he finally understand how much he needs Logan in his life? If he relies on Roman only, he will crash into a new problem every day. And who would get him out of them? Who could do that, besides Logan?

Look what happened today, he adds. I left you on your own and emotions easily overcame you, to the point you ended up insulting your grandparents. Isn’t that enough to prove how much you need me?

So you knew this would happen!, Thomas accuses him, and you let it happen!

It was to prove my point, Logan replies. And it proved it. You need me, more than anyone else.

I need all Sides, Thomas tries to say, but Logan stops him. When Thomas was younger, he always asked for Logan’s help. Not for Roman’s, not for Patton’s. His help. He needed Logan and Logan only. Logan was his guide, the one with the answers. Thomas didn’t need everyone: he needed him.

Logan's voice grows frustrated. But then, one day, Thomas had had enough of Logan’s irreplaceable help and threw away everything they built together. Years of careful planning, a perfectly stable, organized life… everything was forgotten, to pursue stupid fantasies.

Logan stops abruptly. He hides his face from Thomas, takes a few long breaths. Then, he talks again.

He was wrong about love, he says: it’s not about loneliness and frustration. It’s more like Janus said: it’s trying to keep something still on, day and night, because you believe in it. Because you know keeping it together it’s the right thing to do. But when you look around, everything already crumbled down and there’s nothing left, because the other person gave up before you. And you’re here, alone, keeping up something that doesn’t exist anymore.

Thomas’ expression and voice soften: “Oh, Logan…” he murmurs, approaching him.

Logan turns to him: his expression is full of sadness and a hint of fear.

Why did you toss everything on the side?, he asks. What did I do wrong?

Thomas immediately reassures him: oh no, Logan did nothing wrong, he was great! It's just that Thomas himself wasn’t fully satisfied with that life. He wanted to pursue his passions, as he told him in episode 4.

Then why did you never tell me back then?, Logan asks and his tone is much more accusatory now. Why did you make that decision without me? Did you even care, about all the time we spent planning your life together? For years?

Thomas explains that he thought about leaving his job for a very long time, mulling the idea over and over. There was never a sudden decision, but the idea has always been there. He never thought it was worth discussing it.

Logan’s anger grows. Not worth discussing!?

Thomas rephrases: that’s not what he meant, it's just that the idea was… everywhere. It was a constant thought. It became so natural to him, that he thought all of his Sides already knew it and everyone was okay with it.

Logan’s voice gets colder. He’s not “everyone”. He was the first Side involved. He was the one who built that life with Thomas. Thomas should’ve talked to him. But he didn’t. And he refused to do it for years.

“I didn’t think you needed it”…, Thomas tries to say, but it’s the wrong thing.

Logan’s eyes flash with fury: Thomas has such a low consideration of him, to not even think he should confront the most involved Side! The one who helped him for YEARS! The one who built that life he was tossing away! Well, since he’s so useless for Thomas, then why bother being there now? Why bother talking to him at all? He’s not worth Thomas’ attention, right? He doesn’t need explanations! His job is worthless! He is worthless!

Thomas tries to talk, but Logan speaks over him. Why doesn’t Thomas get rid of him, then? Why doesn’t he throw Logan away? What even is the point in pretending he cares, if he doesn’t?

Go on, Logan challenges him, throw me away and replace me with another Side. Try to find another Side who will humor you. Try to find someone with the same patience. Try to find someone who can give you all the help and support I gave you in years. And who is still supporting you like an idiot, even now that you ruined your life! OUR life! Even now that you embarrass yourself by playing the artist! Even now that you made ME an artist!

And on the last sentence, Logan’s voice goes from rage to frustration. Look what I’ve become!, he yells. Look who you turned me into! I should’ve been logical, I WAS logical. I was supposed to be like that. And then, you changed everything, you threw your life away and now I think and talk about rhymes and look at paintings for hours and waste my time analyzing compositions and watching theater pieces and it’s all your fault!

Thomas looks at him, at the desperate intensity of Logan’s voice. Realization strikes him and all he can do is murmur the truth that seeps behind Logan’s desperation: Logan loves art. He loves art as much as Thomas does.

Logan grows even more frustrated. He loves art? He hates art! And he hates himself for loving it! He’s Logic, not Creativity! He shouldn’t care about art, he shouldn’t care about it at all! That’s not necessary for Thomas’ life! That’s not part of the goal! That’s not what the world needs from him! It needs logic and so Logan developed his logical thinking! It needed organization, so Logan chose to be organized and rejected the wild, curious, useless parts of himself. And it was the right thing to do. It was what he was supposed to do! He became the perfect Side to help Thomas face the world! He became the perfect guide, the perfect helper, the perfect symbol of knowledge. There’s no time to be curious and play around in the garden, not when there are documents to fill in, work to do and a schedule to follow!

Logan is shaking now. He did everything he could to be efficient, but then, because of Thomas’ fault, he ended up wasting time with art. Because of Thomas’ fault, he learned to love art! He, who is the most logical Side! He, who is not influenced by emotions!

(While he says it his voice is FULL of emotions: it’s a mix of anger, frustration, fear, longing and sadness. It’s the voice of a man who is breaking down)

He shouldn’t have been curious, so he became logical. And what did Thomas do, then? Made him an artist! And Logan ended up loving a career he wasn’t supposed to love! How can he be useful now? How can he help Thomas, by being like this? How can he still be by Thomas’ side?

And while Logan finally confesses everything he kept inside for years, he starts crying.

He did all of this for Thomas, he says. He rejected parts of himself, he rejected his childhood, he rejected everything. And he did it because he didn’t want to be left behind. Because he didn’t want to be abandoned. Because he wanted Thomas to keep asking for him. Because he wanted to guide him, to stay by his side. Even if he wasn’t in the driver’s seat, he still was the one Thomas called for and he would’ve done anything to keep it like that.

And when Thomas left his old job, that was a warning: Logan wasn’t good enough, he wasn’t serious enough. He had to do more, be more useful, more logical, more serious, less childish, less creative. He had to work twice as hard or Thomas would’ve left him behind and he wouldn’t be useful anymore…

While Logan keeps talking and talking, Thomas gets closer again, opens his arms and finally pulls Logan in a tight hug.

The surprise catches Logan off guard and he abruptly stops talking, only to realize he’s crying and that Thomas is crying too.

Thomas uses that brief moment of silence to apologize: he’s sorry, he’s so so sorry Logan did all of this for him and, in turn, Thomas never showed his appreciation. He never wanted Logan to believe Thomas would’ve left him behind: he would never leave Logan behind. He will always need him by his side.

And it doesn’t matter if Logan is more or less logical, more or less childish, loves or hates art: Thomas will forever be proud of him. Logan is his first Side and he would never replace him with anyone else.

Logan doesn’t have to keep the world’s expectations all on his shoulders, not anymore. He won’t be alone ever again.

Logan melts into a new, liberating cry and hugs Thomas back, hiding his face against his chest, while Thomas sobs against him.

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NO END CARD

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AUTHOR’S NOTE

And there it is, Logan’s episode. Of course, this episode cannot be 40 minutes long: I imagined it to be more than one hour long.

Now you may ask: but why didn’t you divide it into part 1 and 2 as it was for all the other Sides?

At first, I thought about it. But considering how the episode is structured, I have no idea where I can divide it. This is a conversation and breaking it would break the flow and the tension. Also, it wasn’t fair - especially towards a Side well-known for being skipped or belittled. Logan deserves to have his breakdown and to have it as much as he wants for as long as he wants, without other Sides interrupting or any kind of break.

Speaking of the breakdown itself, it has been heavily influenced by Logan’s playlist. Not only because that playlist is perfect, but also because it offers such terrible, tragic reasons they deserved their spotlight. I mean, think of this man, who renounced parts of himself and of his childhood, just to help Thomas… only to see all of his work being thrown away without a word of explanation. Logan is truly the most tragic character.

Also, I chose to keep Logan and Thomas as the only characters for this episode, because Logan doesn’t need anyone else. The other Sides play no role in his frustration, nor in the reasons behind it: it has always been between him and Thomas. So, I let him talk to just Thomas.

I also hope the final hug gives you a bit of joy. Logan deserves a hug and some love. But hey, that doesn’t mean his character arc is over, on the contrary: now he accepted his appreciation for art and Thomas’ work. That means he’s also ready to take the step he never took before…

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[angel-of-sweet-revenge]

I just watched the Barbie movie. Here are my thoughts

-Allen. Allen is babygirl and deserves the world and we need more Allen

-Weird Barbie is a queen and we also need more of her

-I don't get what people are getting so angry over; this isn't 'propaganda' or whatever political statements people are making this into, at least to me. To me it seems pretty clear that this is an allegory of growing up, especially as a girl, which is obviously more focused on because this is written with girls as the target audience.

-Like the symbolism? Idk it might just be me but

-The way the Barbies and Kens were in the start especially resembles the behaviour of CHILDREN, particularily ages 12-14. The Barbies appear more adult because girls at that age tend to act a little more like adults, while the Kens are slightly unhinged and chaotic and unserious because 12 year old boys are like that (my brother is near 13 and the kens are actually TONED DOWN compared to him, wheras me and my friends at 12 were definietly more mature).

-The Barbies being all powerful and positive? They reminded me of the attitudes present in girly cartoons that I watched when younger, that emphasised on Girl Power and would make me feel powerful. The Barbies are empowered, career focused, and believe women have power because that's what the world around them reflects, just like the attitudes in the girly Girl Power cartoons most girls saw

-When Barbie and Ken leave Barbieland, that symbolises growing up and entering the adult world. Just like how Barbie felt self-concious and all the men were catcalling, most girls when they grow up feel more self-concious and more aware of danger from men. Boys don't typically have that experience, just like how Ken didn't share that feeling with Barbie. The rest of the movie, with how they talk about gender inequality in the real world, that's how life seems to girls. They actually I think got it pretty accurate.

-Barbie being shocked at the patriarchy is like how girls get hit by the real world, finding it to be not like they expected at all.

-Ken's reaction to the 'patriarchy' is NOT meant to be 'Men=EVIL'. To me it represents how young boys stumble upon patriarchial views and aren't able to fully comprehend them, and yet absorb them because to them it seems 'cool'. Ken didn't have the mental maturity to comprehend what the patriarchy stood for. He just enjoyed the feeling of respect and admiration. That part of Ken's arc, I think, was symbolising how impressionable young boys are especially when they see something that seems so cool to them, without considering the consequences.

-Ken and Barbie's breakup was literally to suggest that your identity isn't someone else, it's your own, and that you should try work out who you are. If someone says it was to say 'I DONT NEED NO MAN' (as a critsism) I will fight them because it was literally SAID that Barbie just didn't return those feelings, and she wanted Ken to be a whole and secure person, and that Ken needed to find himself because his identity wasn't dependant on what he was to Barbie. That whole scene's meaning was that we shouldn't make our entire identity revolve around someone else.

-In any case, the main theme of this to me was growing up in an unfair world and abandoning childhood ideals to face the world.

-And also i've heard critisisms that the men are all ridiculous in this movie. Um, hello? The entire MOVIE was ridiculous. EVERYONE was unhinged. That's just Barbie movies, literally no one is sane (not even Barbie). Of course the girls had more serious competent moments; they were the MAIN CHARACTERS. The guys were SIDE CHARACTERS. Side characters can be goofy! It makes the movie fun! And it's BARBIE! The animated movies can be even LESS serious! In fact, I think keeping the side cast goofy and unhinged was a great idea because it broke down the seriousness of the movie very nicely, and made it all the more fun, like a movie about Barbie should be! It doesn't MEAN anything about men! (although a good part of me is convinced they weren't too wrong /j)

-Allen is babygirl.

#angel writes #angel rambles #imma stress it again: THESE ARE MY THOUGHTS. MY OPINIONS #you can absolutely have formed your own conclusions for this movie and heck maybe i did miss the message entirely #but this is what it meant for me regardless #this is a movie guys it's meant for ENTERTAINMENT and i was ENTERTAINED #the only reason I approached it with an analasys mindset is because of the strong opinions people had on it #and i think most of the anti-barbie people either got the movie totally wrong- or they just hated horses XD #but like i said this was MY opinion. you can disagree if you want #barbie #barbie movie #barbie 2023

[doctorbrown]

DOCTOBER '23 ⸺ 「 13 / 31 * PHOTO ALBUM 」

June 12, 2005, 1131 Park Lane, Hilldale

❝Now I know you said you didn't want any gifts, Marty, but showing up to your birthday without even a single gift was simply unthinkable. It doesn't matter how old you are; you're never too old to receive something from the people you care about.❞

Marty hurls a very pointed, accusatory stare Emmett's way and the way the soft blue of his eyes turns to ice digs it in a little deeper. ❝This coming from the man who didn't even tell me when his birthday was! I had to find out from Clara when you got back from the past!❞

Emmett waves a hand, hastily trying to change the topic. He remembers all too well their first year in the future as a family, when Clara had looked up Marty McFly to invite him to be part of what he would later learn were secret birthday celebrations, and the way the boy had actually managed to keep it from him until the day of, where he had vowed to never let him forget it.

In hindsight, this was a much lesser evil to occasionally be reminded of.

❝Yes, well, my point still stands. Here, Marty.❞ He presses a rather haphazardly wrapped gift into Marty's hands that immediately softens the stare that was just trained on him. Marty arches a brow and lifts the gift to inspect it, turning it over in his palms. Emmett can practically see his thoughts written on his forehead, but to his surprise, Marty doesn't shake the gift to try and find out what's inside.

❝It's from Clara and I, but as you may have guessed, I was the one who wrapped it.❞

Marty smiles. ❝Couldn't even tell, Doc. You're getting better. I remember the very first gift you ever tried to wrap for me; now that was a mess. You put so much tape on it I couldn't even open it!❞

How could I forget? They were only a year into their friendship at that point, but Emmett had wanted to get something special for the boy after everything he'd done for him to show him that he was appreciated.

❝I can promise this one has significantly less tape on it.❞

Marty tears open the red wrapping paper with the same enthusiasm he'd displayed on all his birthdays to-date. Inside is a photo album that looks like an antique book, adorned with the words, bonds through time, that reminded Marty of the photo he'd been presented with when the Brown family made their first leap back to 1985.

❝Clara actually inscribed that herself; she's got beautiful penmanship. Anyway, it's a photo album!❞ Emmett smiles as Marty continues to stare at the book in his hands. ❝Since we had the boys, we've been documenting all the milestones and adventures in their lives. And since you and your family have been such a huge part of that, we thought we'd compile some of our favourite photos for you to keep. We have copies, of course, so don't worry about that.❞

❝Doc—❞ Marty chokes on the word and instead of fumbling for something else to say, he flips open the book and starts looking at the pages.

An eight-year-old Verne has his arms spread wide, grinning as Marty gives him his first lesson about balancing on the skateboard.

Marty, Jennifer, and Jules are carrying boxes into the McFlys' new home while Verne and Curie watch from the lawn.

Clara and Jennifer smile from inside Clara's new car.

Emmett, dressed to the nines in a black suit, stands with his arm around Marty's shoulders on the morning of the McFly wedding.

Marty and Jennifer kiss at the altar, looking positively radiant.

The Brown and McFly kids run rampant in Emmett's backyard, being chased by a holographic dinosaur.

Marty and Einstein lay cuddled up on the couch together.

The clock strikes midnight on the year two thousand and the McFly twins are staring at the cake behind the camera while everyone else, decked out in ridiculous holiday gear, beams at the camera.

The photos are placed in seemingly random order and Marty flips through several other pages of photographs before finally coming to the first blank page. He blinks several times before looking up, and there must be a question written on his face, because Emmett says, ❝We didn't want to fill the whole album. There's plenty of space for you to add your own photos. We figured we'd start it, but it's up to you and Jennifer to finish it.❞

Marty sniffs and throws his arms around Emmett. ❝I love it, Doc. Really. Thanks.❞

❝Of course. Happy birthday, Marty.❞

#doctober 2023 #i considered using the 3793 oakhurst lane from pt 2 however i felt like a fun change/discrepancy between the shifted timelines #to show marty's growth would be to use a different address so i decided on instead #using the scrapped address from one of the earlier pt. 2/3 drafts of the film #plus i feel like marty wouldn't want to move back to that same house knowing what he knew of his life in that mess of a timeline #even if hilldale *did* go back to being a very upscale place to live; the house would still bring back memories he could do without #and since it's left open where they end up in the future i said what the hell #i also considered the scene from the game where doc gives him the mcfly family album he went through all the trouble to create but #i wanted this to be something different #&; a great idea can change the world 「 hc 」 #&; i told queue it would work!

[classicalliberalleague]

Thoughts on climate change? If I remember correctly maybe one of you thought it was fake in the past

Fake,no, but I think a more fair statement is that we think it’s typically been bad science relying too much on correlation equals causation.

That the climate is changing, I don’t think we’ve ever denied it (I can’t remember every post we’ve made, but if we were inarticulate about something it was unintentional, the climate is changing but the media for it is often done by idiots and we might have gotten impassioned in ranting against their idiocy). We may have pointed out that greater hurricane damage is more because you have more idiots building in areas with poor drainage than because of climate change; we might have pointed out that the predictions are always childishly apocalyptic and certainly that without this little thing called falsifiable testing its hard to call it science (common sense certainly, but not science). But I don’t think we’ve ever outright denied climate change.

Now, I will still argue that the argument that is 100% man-made and 0% part of a natural cycle is imbecilic, but it would be equally preposterous to argue that human beings have nothing to do with this.

But more importantly, I think the arguments that have been made over the last 40 years by the people screaming about global warming have had very little to do with wanting to help the environment.

For decades, we have been able to prove that air pollution lowers in the short term and possibly in the long term the IQ of children. Those results can be tested and repeated (like real science)…but the environmental groups never went with that kind of argument that would have driven middle-class suburban parents to demand immediate change en masse. Why? Because that wouldn’t leave the people in a position to still make money. (https://www.calhealthreport.org/2018/01/31/teen-exposure-air-pollution-reduce-iq-levels-long-term/#:~:text=These%20particles%20are%20about%2030,1%20point%2C%20the%20researchers%20found.) But, no, no, let’s just describe the future like a bad YA dystopian novel, not in deal with actual health problems in the here and now.

Same with nuclear power. It is far and away the safest, cleanest, and most efficient form of electrical power available (fusion will likely take that position in a few years). But the environmental movement is usually opposed to it because it would actually solve things. We should have replaced every last coal plant with nuclear power in the industrialized world decades ago, but we didn’t.

At this point, with rising temperatures, we should at least be attempting methods like releasing sulfur into the upper atmosphere (https://www.cnn.com/2023/02/12/world/solar-dimming-geoengineering-climate-solution-intl/index.html) on a global but controlled basis to see if it has any effect. But aside from some silly startup that won’t ever have the resources to do enough, no one is doing anything about this.

Oh, and I feel we quote Milton Friedman enough around here to remind you that Milton was the one who came up with the carbon tax. Now, certainly, I have many technical problems with the way it has been presented, but I don’t have a problem with it in theory. (If you want to quibble about details, you’ll have to tell me specifically which proposed version you like).

What won’t work is pushing ethanol (which causes tons of pollutants to be released because of fertilizer) or relying on solar or wind (which are still not effective and efficient for long periods of time).

Now, I am not suggesting some evil cabal. I am suggesting merely good old-fashioned short-term greed by individuals. Just as it can be shown, tests for drug efficiency seem to always come in favor of the drug when paid for by the drug maker but less often when paid for by an independent group (even when the testers supposedly are kept in the dark about funding)…I think that people studying climate science know that if there is a solution, then they are out of a job, so they have no incentive to give accurate or reasonable projections or to provide solutions that will work. https://journals.sagepub.com/doi/10.1177/0141076820914242 Very few people will argue to eliminate their job.

The earth is getting warmer. This means we should build nuclear power plants, put in a carbon tax that works, move to hybrid and then electric cars, and attempt geoengineering…because telling people to drive less and lower the thermostat is not going to work, nor is giving Mad Max style predictions.

#ask #climate change #nuclear power

[defectivegembrain]

Sometimes my mind goes back to a very specific moment in my childhood, I was 12 and just starting to question my sexuality and I vividly remember walking into the special ed unit at school and glumly thinking that it was okay, I could deal with being gay because it was just another thing that made me a freak. I know now that's an awful way to think, but I was 12.

It's just idk, it really strikes me how I just had this resigned sadness about it all. I know my parents used to worry a lot about me facing homophobia and stuff and that making things even harder, but I was just kinda like, I was never going to fit into mainstream society anyway. I know sometimes people say being autistic can make it easier to accept being queer for that reason, but I don't think that's necessarily always true acceptance or a positive experience. It can be just kinda like...what else is there to do? I'm as crappy at lying to myself as to other people.

Just was reminded of this by starting to watch the new season of Dead End Paranormal Park, and watching a canonically autistic girl talk about having a crush on another girl. That genuinely used to feel like a completely isolating combination of things. I remember once when I was younger finding a forum for gay disabled people and feeling like even that was this amazing niche. Now that roughly describes like, most of the people I interact with online. And even outside of spaces like this, there's a lot more visibility. Kinda wish 12 year old me could know it wouldn't always feel like that, but idk if she'd even believe me if I could tell her honestly.

#rambling #de:pp spoilers

[many-but-one]

Signs of being a system that we showed as a child

We are luckily in a decent position where we have a good relationship with our mother, who was around us quite a bit while we were growing up. I won't say she was perfect or even still is, she is the root of a lot of our problems today, but we have worked (on both sides) to mend our relationship and it's been successful. She is supportive of us being a DID system and in fact, when first telling her about it in therapy she said "Well that explains a lot." Of course, I found this interesting and decided I wanted her to elaborate on what she meant by that. This list I'm about to provide is by far not exhaustive and should not be used as a diagnostic tool. These are simply some things that when our mother looked back on it she was like "hm. I should have known that was weird" after finding out we were multiple. (Also want to add, none of these are going to be talking about the signs of trauma I was showing. I was showing a lot of signs of sexual trauma that she didn't understand or pick up. This list is not talking about that at all, just things she noticed after learning we were a DID system that suddenly made a lot of sense to her.)

Amnesia. That was the biggest thing that she noticed. It was constant, from grade school to even now. She'd ask how school was and whoever was fronting just wouldn't know. If we had homework we often wouldn't know until we saw maybe like a handout about a project or physically saw the sheet of homework in our bag. Which means we'd get yelled at for saying we didn't have homework when in reality we really didn't know. As we grew older we compensated with a planner or phone reminders after we got a smartphone in high school. As a teen, if we were at home during summer break, she would ask us to do a chore or task and whoever was out would agree. Of course, we'd then switch and she'd come home with it not finished. She'd say "you literally agreed" and whoever was in front would have no memory of that happening. She started compensating by writing down what she wanted done and putting it in a very obvious place. Which of course, worked really well because whoever would end up coming out when she was gone would see the note our mother left and pick up the task with no problem. She never understood why that worked but other things didn't.

To add to amnesia, memory gaps were something she noticed too. Sometimes I'd remember something that happened in the past and sometimes I wouldn't. Usually it was things that I should have remembered, like my birthday party I had last week or the car accident we had just been in a few days ago. As a young adult I got into a car accident with just myself in the car and after I got home my mother asked what happened and I couldn't really recall any details. However, when over hearing me speaking on the phone with the insurance agent, she heard I was able to recall the exact details of exactly how the car accident happened. As I was a young adult she realized that I remembered so little of my childhood it was quite concerning, and sometimes when speaking about it (even positive things) I'd always find an excuse to leave the conversation. If I wasn't able to, I'd generally nod along but she could tell I didn't actually remember anything she was talking about. She didn't think much of it in terms of the pre-6 or 7 year old years, but became a bit more concerned when she realized I didn't remember much before even the age of 12 or 13, and didn't remember certain entire years of school that should have been memorable. (I didn't remember 7th or 8th grade, nor did I remember any of my Junior (11th) or Senior (12th) year of high school.)

Very intense mood swings or sudden changes in opinion or ideology. As a child we could go from happy to freaking out in an instant, with no real defining reason. She was usually at a loss of what to do. As a teen it became WAY more complex and pronounced. We'd go from "goodie two shoes that wants to go to college" to "rebel teen that wants to drop out of school and is getting high whenever their parents aren't around" and neither of those "versions" would really remember or understand that the other existed. My mother would be so exasperated trying to explain to "rebel" self that I had just told her the other day I wanted to be a doctor, what happened? And rebel self would basically just be like "whatever, idk what you're talking about." Or in that same vein, one version of myself was kind and acted well around outsiders and other family members and the other version of me was cynical, sarcastic, cussed a lot, and hated pretty much everyone other than our boyfriend at the time. Yes, this was [dead name alter] and Alice, our two most frequent fronters during high school. [Dead name alter] ended up splitting due to stress and abuse from our father into who is now Jules and Aeron. She said one of the most obvious things she noticed is that sometimes when being yelled at (usually by our stepfather /neg) I'd either completely fawn or shut down OR I'd go heavy into fighting and arguing. There was no real pattern or thing in particular that would make me fight or fawn. It was random, just sometimes I would fight and scream back and other times I would shut down and just nod and agree to everything until he stopped. She usually tried to intervene as far as we remember, but he was the type who believed he was always right. At the very least, our mother would get the attention off of us so that we could go to our room or the bathroom to calm down.

Struggle deeply with making big decisions. I know this isn't technically like a diagnostic criteria or anything, but any sort of situation that was really "big" like deciding whether or not to quit sports or if we're even going to college or what our college major will be would change so quickly that we generally left the decision until the last minute. My mother said she used to talk to me about this stuff and my answers would change by the day, as if I was a different person every time.

Very differing demeanors toward people or pets. Kind of a reiteration of above, but not as extreme. Sometimes we'd seem really bored or not excitable about things that would normally get me excited (like friends coming over) or my love for our pets would suddenly turn to distaste or extreme annoyance. Sometimes I'd change almost before her eyes. Going from immensely excited to seeing a certain family member or friend only for them to arrive and for all that excitement to just be sucked out of me.

Dissociation. This is another big one that I had been showing since I was quite small. As a little kid (age 5-8 ish...trauma time) she called it my "dream world" where it would look like I was just daydreaming and when snapping out of it I wouldn't really know what she meant. I wouldn't realize I had been sitting on the couch essentially staring into space for the last ten minutes. As I grew older and had more independence, she'd knock on my door to my room or go find me in the house and I'd just be lost in my own little world, completely zoned out. At first she was worried I was using drugs (I wasn't at the times she mentioned) but when she'd start talking to me I'd usually snap out of it and respond looking completely aware and sober. She recalled it used to really creep her out at night because one time she came to the back of our house which had a smallish living room that I spent a lot of time in and I had been playing video games most of the night. When she came to check up on me and tell me I should think about going to bed (it was about 3AM at this point) she saw I was on the menu screen and just staring at the TV with no expression or emotion on my face, loosely holding the controller. She said it almost looked like I was frozen in time and it freaked her out really bad, but she was trying to remain calm. When she said my name I just kind of slowly looked at her, got up to turn everything off, and left without saying much of anything. She said the look in my eyes was not like anything she'd really seen--I looked dead inside. Shortly after I started therapy at her suggestion. (I had been in and out of therapists since age ten, but hadn't been going to one for a few years now.)

Age regression. Well into my upper teens and early adult years she'd walk into my room and see me playing with my stuffed animals or otherwise "kid" toys that I had as if I was a young child. I'd usually look pretty nonchalant about getting caught, not embarrassed like she would have thought. Usually she just let me be because it seemed to help me calm down. (She quickly noticed I did it more when I was really stressed.)

VERY differing aesthetics or styles that would change literally almost every year. My wife noticed this too (we were friends for a long time before we started dating and then we also started dating and she noticed this too, long before the DID diagnosis.) You can look at a picture of me year after year for the last, oh, like 7 or 8 years and I literally look like a different person every time. Wildly different hair styles, clothing styles, makeup styles, etc. My gender expression also heavily oscillated between male and female almost constantly.

That's all I can remember my mother mentioning over the last couple months of me being "out" as a system to her. (I also want to say, all of the above things are things I DO NOT remember or very VERY vaguely remember.) If I think of more, I will add them! Did any of you show these signs that you remember? If so, did your parents ever question you about them?

-Jules

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[waitformethistime]

The Star Beast review

I remember RTD getting announced to return and the fandom acting like he "saved" the show. Now mind you, I didn't love Chibnall's era (and had my complaints about Moffat too) but to act as if RTD was the sacred cow was just irritating.

That being said, lets get into his second debut.

We start with Ten- sorry I mean Fourteen running into Donna. Now Donna was always a favorite of mine so I'm relieved to see shes in top form here. She immediately roasts Fourteen upon seeing him (with a wink and a nod to Tennant no longer being 35 years old) and that's very On Brand for her.

Then we get [sigh] Rose. No, not Billie Piper. Rose Noble. Donna's 15 year old daughter. For starters, her age makes no sense. How can she be 15 if Donna only lost her memory 15 years ago? Did she get hitched and pregnant the very next day? You could hand wave this by saying shes a stepdaughter, but no. RTD wants to make it clear she is Donna's daughter. Her trans daughter to be exact. So let's get into that.

I love that shes trans and that shes played by an actual trans actress. The representation has been long overdue. I love that Donna is such a good and accepting mum and that even Sylvia (a character I previously didnt care for) redeems herself by being a good grandma to Rose, even if she slips up sometimes. Shes trying, which is more than she ever did for Donna.

That being said, Rose is little more than a plot device. Her only real purpose is to introduce our alien, the Meep, and then save the Doctor and Donna with her magical transgenderism (I'll get to that in a second), which is a shame because Yasmin Finney is lovely.

Now let's get into the metacrisis. I always thought this plotline was stupid and the way its resolved is even stupider. Turns out Donna won't actually die if she remembers The Doctor (duh!) because she transferred some of her "Doctor-ness" to Rose...somehow. Now I couldn't tell if RTD was saying that Rose was trans because of the metacrisis energy or if the reason the metacrisis didnt affect her is because shes trans, but either way, it didnt make much sense. How is she able to "remember" things that happened before she was even born? It was convoluted and reminded me a lot of River Songs origins in a bad way. Convoluted is Moffats thing. I don't need it from RTD too.

But wait it gets better. We still have to figure out what to do with the metacrisis energy right? So how do they get rid of it? They simply just "let it go" with their womanly superiority (no really). We get this corny exchange about how 14 is "Male-presenting" and therefore doesn't know how to let things go because of it. Excuse me what? Did RTD watch any of 13's era at all? She was an emotional trainwreck. Callous, dishonest, passive-aggressive and quite vengeful too. And she was a woman. You wanna know who was the Doctor that had to let things go? Literally his last line is "I let you go"? The one who had to let go of his companion because he was hurting both of them? The one who learned to forgive, not just the Master, but also Davros, of all people? It was 12, the old white guy. Swing and a miss, RTD. That was a corniness I would expect from his first era, with Jesus!Ten. I expected some kind of growth since then. I also just felt like I was being lectured and I got quite enough of that from the last era, thank you very much.

This sounds negative so far, so let's look at the positives!

Tennant + Tate are incredible together as usual. I like that 14 is more emotionally honest than any of his previous predecessors (and 13 was getting there at the end so it's a natural progression imo). Love the alien designs. The Meep is so cute. I saw the twist of it being evil a mile away, but it's cute so I'll let it slide. The Wrarth are also cool. Just dudes in suits as Doctor Who aliens should be lol.

Didn't appreciate the Donna death fakeout because I knew RTD wouldnt actually go through with it and it felt cheap, but the acting in the scene was top-notch.

The new opening is cool and I love the new Tardis. You can tell that's where all the budget went lol. It's like a beautiful mix of 11, 12, and the Classics and it looks huge. You can tell Tennant was having a blast with it.

The Doctor actually took the initiative to not regenerate in the tardis this time and it still gets blown up. Poor tardis...

Some other thoughts:

since when can the Sonic create forcefields? I don't care for that. And 14's non-reaction was weird. Shouldn't he be surprised his tool got an upgrade? Also the fact that his clothes regenerated too with no explanation is dumb. Were they too afraid to put Tennant in Whittaker's clothes? It's not like she was wearing a handmaiden dress.

Also they kept asking "why this face?" Which is valid but my theory for why the regeneration went all wonky in the first place is because the Master fucked it up somehow when he tried to steal them in Power of the Doctor. I'd like for RTD to bring that up but I'm not holding my breath. That would require actually acknowledging other eras besides his own exist.

Overall, this was kind of a mid-tier RTD episode and very underwhelming for an anniversary special. Heres hoping it gets better in the next 2.

#the star beast #doctor who