#weight loss all the time but given the context

[set-wingedwarrior]

I should have known that people would have acted annoying about the Team's reunion and, after the dumb takes I saw, here I am to make a breakdown of their reactions in relation to the context because that's defenitely how my psychology majoring is supposed to be used apparently

Before I dig specifically to each character I'd like to remind people that, like Weiss herself said, everything happened so fast. It's not just that the time itself wasn't that much. In between the fight and them trying to find each other in the Ever After it would have been, what? An hour?

It's been 2 years for us guys, for them it isn't that much time to justify the super touchy and hugs reunion like we got in V5, or V6 in Argus, or V8 when they meet back (except for Blake, but I'll get there). You all need to remember that media in general for stories like this aren't your fluffy fanfic full of feelings and hugs and kisses all the time.

Now, welcome to my psychology class! First on our list, our one and only traumatized team leader child, Ruby Rose.

"Why didn't ruby rush to hug her sister?"

Well, let's see it from her point of view; actually, we litterally saw it at the start of the episode! We saw how fast everything went from her eyes!

She had to go in fight mode in a fucking instant because, differently from Blake (who was trying to jump after Yang) and Weiss (who was busy stopping her), Ruby has been attacked immediately by Neo after her firt attempt at her life failed. She didn't even have the time to process what happened because she was already fighting for dear life!

Our brains are very resourceful machines that always try to save energy (it's why stereotypes exist, it's our brains identifying stuff by one thing to not think about it too hard), and considering how complex and crippling the feeling of loss is, and how much it takes to process, in a life or death situation our brains would just shut it down.

Because we're all different people it might not work the same for everyone, but Ruby is a trained fighter, she's a huntress, her body and mind falling in fighting mode is actually the most logical reaction in the given situation because it falls both on habit and instinct.

And given that she didn't even have the time to process the the thought that Yang might have been dead (even during the fucking fall she had to fight Neo still, give my girl a break!!), it's very reasonable that despite the frustration and stress of everything else in the Ever After, she wasn't too worried about Yan'g safety. Because she never got time to even think "I lost her" that she got in the very same situation. So, "If I fell and I'm here and I'm okay, then Yang is too, she must be fine".

Besides, Ruby did run towards her after fighting the thing!

Yang just interrupted her with her "Dammitt! You're not supposed to be here!" before Ruby settled to get near her and "If you thought we wouldn't come for you then you must have forgotten who raised me", so any argument about them not caring is just really dumb.

In conclusion, considering that she found out that her sister was probably okay before her brain could have even processed the concept of her loss, and all happening in a very short spawn of time, it makes 100% sense that Ruby wouldn't need to jump in her arms and cry or whatever. They're in a weird place but they are okay and that's all that matters (before Ruby will discover the horrors of what happened after she fell and the horrors of her quickly approaching breakdown, but that's for another time!)

Blake on the other hand.

Blake is the one that speed into action the moment she saw Yang fall. When chaos wa around nobody went to attack her, she saw Yang disappear in the void. Now, she got to feel the loss, the pain, the weight of failure because she failed to save her!

And her first reaction was to fucking jump after her. Because she couldn't fail, she couldn't lose her, she must save her! And Weiss had to drag her up the platform herself to stop her from doing so because they had a job to do and Blake was blinded by pain!

Then, she got blinded by rage. It wasn't her fault, it was Neo! And Cinder! And I think that in that moment of emotional disregulation it's reasonable to think that Blake wasn't acting for the good of Mantle, of the plan, or anything else. We all saw it in her eyes, it was pure rage, she wanted revenge! And that's completely reasonable in that given moment. She saw the love of her life DIE because of them, OF FUCKING COURSE SHE'S BLINDED BY SUCH POWERFUL EMOTION.

As you can probably already tell, Ruby and Blake's actions are dictated by very different feelings! Even if the action itself, fighting, is the same, the mindset and motivations differ completely!

So, what happens when she meets Yang again? That after the danger is over (because it's not like she dropped everything, they fought the thing and waited for the situation to calm down and be safe. She also waited for Ruby to say her things first tbf) she fucking runs to tackle her!

Because Blake actually got to see and feel the loss! She thought she had lost her! She thought that she died because she wasn't fast enough! So, even regardless of the romantic feelings (that obviously play a part because come on, they've been inseparable for volumes now, it's obvious that she would have felt it all that harder), it makes sense that Blake's the one to feel pure utter relief in seeing Yang still alive! And she'd need to go to her, feel that she's there with her!

Now, probably the most complex one to explain: Weiss.

In a way, she's middle ground between Ruby and Blake. Weiss wasn't attacked right away either, but she had to jump in action to stop Blake. That means that she stopped to see what was happening and at Yang's "death" she just assumed what Blake was about to do or else she wouldn't have ad the time to stop her (we saw how fast Blake was)

That means that, in some way, she got to take in what was going on before going in fight mode, but she still didn't get to process it herself because she needed to act on the others' behalf. Where Ruby was litterally just hanging in there and Blake was blinded by her pain, both of them against Neo, Weiss saw what happened and told to herself "I must keep going with the plan, I must protect who's left, I can't let Yang''s sacrifice go to waste" and went to fight Cinder alone (until Penny arrives).

Weiss during the fight is the one more "emotionally stable" (more like she efficiently locked them to be functional in the fight), she's well aware of what is going on and doing her best. In this mindset, she got to fight but also to see more clearly everything that is happening.

She's also the one who stayed there the longest. She's the one who saw the worst because she's been there long enough to witness more horrors, but despite the awareness she didn't get the time to really feel them. When does she though?

After she saw all of her teammates, her family, die. When she's almost completely alone. Only her Penny and Jaune left, Cinder towering them while she's using Gambol Shroud, everything she has left of her family, to try keep fighting. Because at that point there's less chaos, less things to prioritize her focus on, the evacuation is done, she just has to not let Cinder get Penny's powers.

We didn't see Weiss and Blake finding each other, but my guess is that either there was a hug off screen or, more likely, she kept it together because they logically needed their weapons and teammates back first. She then chooses to stay focused (and cheer for Blake, bless her), and work, and shuts down every question about what happened because she knows that talking about it would break her down and be a distraction from their objective.

Which is why she doesn't speak until they're all together: withouth a distraction, she's crying before she even got to start.

The pain added up and got to her, and I'm pretty sure that Ruby's big reaction wasn't just because of the news on their own, but also the feelings Weiss was letting out while telling them (you know when you feel someone is feeling bad even when they don't tell you nor openly act up on it? And you still feel deeply bad/uncmofortable?).

I got overboarded here, but in short Weiss didn't act too clingy in the reunion either because she was busy staying focused first and then dealing with EVERYTHING that happened earlier and that she needed to tell them. Like, after getting both to Blake and Ruby, Yang's safety was basically 100% sure anyway, so. And, again, everything happened so fast.

It's been 2 long years for us. Not for them. So, to the people who have been complaining, you're just projecting your own personal feelings on them and then calling it bad writing when they're not acting like you feel right now.

Class dismissed.

#rwby #rwby9 #bumbleby #ruby rose #weiss schnee #blake belladonna #yang xiao long #rwby spoiler #rwby spoilers #it took me 2 days to finish writing this post and it still feels rushed lol #tbf i was busy #i still hope you apreciate and enjoy #long post #and as usual #i'm not here to start a fight #i'm just exposing my reasons and interpretations based on my knowledge on both psychoogy and storytelling #like #those are my tools for analysis #i got both and i will use them lol #i worked really hard on this #rwby analysis

[penelope-kat]

So I'm a little dissatisfied with the ending of F&C (btw totally fine to disagree, this is just my opinion. Also it's just a show ok let's all be mature here).

Let me be clear: I don't hate the ending; I think the rest of the show is amazing, AND while I LOVE the message of Simon and Betty moving on from each other and being able to be ok without each other, it felt really disingenuous for the show to say that Betty was more obsessed with Simon when they're clearly both complete freaks for each other?

Simon's whole thing in the original show whenever he was lucid was about how much he missed Betty, how fixated he was on her, and how he'd do anything to get her back, or at least be able to talk to her one more time. Marceline is always talking about how Simon was constantly obsessed with finding Betty again when she was little, and Ice King's whole character and obsession with kidnapping princesses stemmed from Simon desperately wanting to find Betty again.

All relationships have flaws, but I feel like this wasn't the right flaw to give their relationship. Simon and Betty's relationship was flawed because they were super obsessed with each other, not because Betty was more obsessed with Simon than Simon was with her. I guarantee that Simon would have done all the same shit Betty did if the roles were reversed and Betty had put on the ice crown instead, like I have not a single doubt in my mind.

It also makes Simon look a lot less emotionally intelligent and empathetic, which is like yeah, people don't always see how they hurt their loved ones, but you're really telling me he NEVER ONCE did anything Betty wanted to do? Never?? And Betty is a strong-willed woman, we always see that. She's unhinged. I love her. I feel like Simon would have picked up on her wants, too, especially since they were implied to have been together for a long time given, you know, they've co-written books and explored the world together and all. Simon ADORED Betty, and he's always been shown to be very empathetic and insightful, even at his worst during F&C! I highly doubt after all that time with Betty he would have never even considered doing her stuff. Do you really think Mr Semen Peggtricock over here, the final-boss of pathetic submissive twinks, took the reins on every aspect of anything they did together? I know that man gets his bussy destroyed three nights a week by Betty's 12 inch strap and whimpers under her weight m'kay there's no WAY he never ever once listened to what she wanted to do.

I do appreciate that the show doesn't make Simon or Betty out to be monsters or bad people or anything, and I do think in the context of Simon and Betty's stories, them going different ways makes the most narrative and thematic sense since their obsession with each other did end up severely negatively-impacting both their lives. Also, it was heavily implied that Betty reincarnated after blowing Simon sending Simon back to Ooo, so she won't be fused with Golb for all eternity in infinite loneliness. Uh that also makes me feel way better about the ending too lol.

But the specific point of "Simon didn't appreciate Betty enough".. it just doesn't sit right. That man spent collective decades mourning the loss of Betty, his princess, and all he really wanted was to be with her. He understood how brilliant she was, he loved her for it. Yes, he almost gave up her sacrifice that made him Simon again, but can you really blame him for that? He was super depressed and genuinely believed it would be the best thing to do in order to protect the little gay people in his head. He wasn't doing it to punish Betty, he'd never do that. Tbf I haven't seen many people claim he did it to punish Betty, I can just see that being a reachable conclusion for someone watching who already wasn't too keen on how their relationship had been portrayed thus far.

Betty was right: they did make their choices. And that means her choices too, choices that she literally took ownership of in the same breath, so it's weird for the show to imply only she would have gone to the lengths she did in their relationship.

Honestly the topic of overcoming obsession makes perfect sense to explore for BOTH of them. Betty having had time to think about it for 12 years as a chaos god, and Simon still being hung up because he blames himself for everything that happened. They were both equally obsessed with each other, and that mutual obsession destroyed both their lives. Now they need to be able to move on and, in Simon's case, keep living, even though Betty isn't around anymore, because his life as Simon Petrikov MATTERS.

Also before anyone brings up Temple of Mars that episode SLAPS it's GREAT and yes it is about Betty's obsession with Simon, but I always found it to be more of a "wow things became so screwed up. It's a shame Betty didn't go on her trip but the happiness she had with Simon was clearly worth it to her, it's just crazy how something like her missing a trip to be with him evolved into her time traveling into the future and losing her mind trying to save him". It wasn't really an episode about how bad Simon was for her in the beginning, it was like "holy shit girlie we need to get you on mood stabilizers ASAP cuz this shit is CRAZY".

Yeah I dunno how to wrap this up. Didn't mean to make anyone upset: I'm still shaky about how I feel on all of this and just wanted to get my thoughts out there. Opinions are valid! Even if you don't agree, I hope you can see where I'm coming from :)

Have a good night!

#long post #adventure time #fionna and cake #fionna and cake spoilers #simon petrikov #betty grof #petrigrof #text #critique #stop!!! being mean to him!!!!! #my favorite little guy!!!! #im like that meme “he would not fucking say that” lol #feeling r weird about this one gang. why everything gotta feel so weird? #F&C was great i just think it had some problems here and there

[gffa]

John Gaius is less interesting to me as someone who is just a shallowly awful person, and vastly, infinitely more interesting to me as an intensely human person with the powers of a god and that has fucked him up. The things he does to his friends are done out of grief, because he doesn’t want them to be gone, it’s out of the loss of those he loved that he brings them back, that there’s almost something numb about him until the depression or the rage or the sorrow hits, because like he’s Jod, he didn’t get to where he was by being able to die, and that’s terrifying for others, but I can’t help thinking that it’s really fucked him up, too, because all that power, it’s just there, it’s in him all the time, and when someone betrays you and you have the power and invulnerability of a god and you’re a hot goddamned mess because you’re still just a person who has lived through so much pain and grief and loss, you react like a human and you reform yourself out of your own atoms and permanently explode people and go, right then, either you’re loyal or you die, because you’re fucking pissed, and you don’t want to fucking deal with it anymore, because you don’t have to, you’re God, you have the power to say, no, this stops here, loyalty or die, make your fucking choice now, instead of continuing to walk that tightrope of lying to your friends but trying to make it up to them and feeling guilty but also feeling angry, all while you’re so fucking tired. But then you feel more guilt about it, because you’re a person and you’re not trying to be a dictator, you’re trying to make the galaxy better, you’re trying lighten the mood, because it’s ten thousand fucking years and if you don’t embrace your love of puns being hilarious, then everything’s going to be so fucking boring, and you’re still angry at the trillionaires.   You stop time and tell everyone to stop attacking each other because you’re so fucking tired and just don’t want to deal with it anymore.  You’re so fucking careful, even around your friends, not to bleed around them because you know what that can lead to. I feel like John is a character who isn’t evil so much as every step is an understandable one he made, each one is a very human reaction when you have the context of everything that happened before, and then layer a whole lot of depression and guilt and anger on top of all those decisions. Is he doing terrible things?  Yeah, and he’s fucking terrifying to be around, he tries so hard to be affable and gentle, but he has so much power and he’s Just A Fucking Guy, a guy who wanted to save the world and started out from a place that so many of us have started out from, each step he took to where he got and why he lied are understandable ones, the weight inside him one that I can empathize with, I too am not always the kindest when I’m depressed, I too am not always one to make the best decisions when I feel torn between wanting to help people vs how to actually get there, like if I was face to face with a real chance to save the world, wouldn’t I do some shady things to make sure it got done, because the world hung in the balance?  Wouldn’t I fall into depression when weighed down by all that responsibility to do something when I had the power/ability to do it?  Where is the single point at which he should have said no and turned back, given all that had come before? I don’t see John Gaius as a character who set out to become Necrolord Prime, that that was the intended arc, so much as he kept making one decision after another, decisions that come from a place of very human nature, and eventually we’re here, with the weight of all those decisions behind him and no one single place that really was a hard turning point.  And also a whole lot of depression. Anyway, he’s my poor little meow meow and I hope he’s dictator of the universe for life because it’s very funny and also gives me feelings.

#the locked tomb #the locked tomb spoilers #john gaius #lumi.txt

[five-rivers]

On Obsession and Free Will 4

The fourth chapter of this fic! Written for Ectoberhaunt 2023 Day 12: Obsession.

Warning for loss of agency.

Danny woke with a slow, syrupy kind of comfort.  He felt nicely weighted down.  He blinked his eyes open.  That would probably be because of the thick blanket draped over him.

“Clockwork?” he called.  

“I am here.  Stay where you are.”

“Mhm,” said Danny.  Not a difficult instruction to follow.  It draped over him in much the same way as the blanked.  

Clockwork loomed into his field of view, red eyes bright in the shadow of his hood.  “How do you feel?”

“Heavy,” said Danny.  “Tired.  My right shoulder feels kind of bruised, and so do my ribs.  I think I still have a bunch of scratches from Dan.  I feel… Good?  Happy?  Comfortable?”  He blinked a little at how thorough he’d been.  But why wouldn’t he be thorough when Clockwork asked him a question?

“Good,” said Clockwork.  

A sense of pleasure suffused Danny.  Clockwork said he did good!  Or that his current state was good.  Danny wasn’t sure.  

“You took care of me,” said Danny.  It made his thoughts feel bubbly with happiness.

“I did.  You sound surprised.”

“I was worried you wouldn’t,” confessed Danny.  “After you had what you wanted.”

“I see,” said Clockwork.  “Tell me, can you think of any circumstances where you would not obey me?”

Danny’s eyes fell halfway closed.  He could feel the walls of the box Clockwork had made of his Obsession.  They were firm, the joints and corners rounded.  He could push against them and feel them push back, an even pressure on his mental body.  He was not locked in so much as welded in, every escape closed, the box unopenable without the kind of force that would break the contents.  

He wondered if, as he grew more used to them, the walls would recede from his awareness.  

“If I didn’t understand what you wanted,” said Danny.  “Or if I couldn’t do it.  Or if you told me not to beforehand.”

“What if you interpreted my orders as being given under duress?”

“Like, someone was forcing you?”  Danny frowned.  “Can someone force you?”

“Perhaps,” said Clockwork.  “For the sake of this question and your answer, assume that it is so.”

“Well,” said Danny, feeling like he was trying to follow a line of thought made of razor wire, “I guess… if you were being forced, it wasn’t something you wanted to say?  So, I… I’d base what I was doing on what you’ve told me before and the surrounding context.”  The box felt very small right now, but he was still inside it.  The walls pulsed comfortably around his swollen thoughts.  

Clockwork smiled faintly and patted Danny on the head.  “Excellent,” he said.  “Please get up and follow me.”

Danny wriggled out of his blanket and stood, unsteady, taking in the room for the first time.  It was a bedroom.  Nothing fancy, but obviously arranged for the maximum physical comfort of its inhabitant, for all that the walls were made of interlocking metal gears behind glass etched with patterns that put Danny in mind of antique clocks.  Everything was draped in dark, silver-flecked fabric, or piled with cushions.  There were bedside tables, and a desk in one corner, but they were oddly rounded, made of clockwork metal and wood, but covered in a thick layer of rounded glass.  The light in the room was diffuse, and seemed to emanate from somewhere near the ceiling, but Danny couldn’t find the source.  

Overall, it put him oddly in mind of the mental image of the box around him, his thoughts, and his actions.

“Is this your bedroom?” asked Danny.  

“No,” said Clockwork.  “It is yours.  Do you like it?”

“Yes,” said Danny.  “It seems comfortable.”

“Good.  You will be spending time here, in the future.”  Clockwork turned away, to a wall, and drew back a dark curtain to reveal the outline of a door.  There was no handle that Danny could see, but the gears in the wall rotated, moving a bar and a counterweight, and the door swung open on its own.  

Outside, the hall - if he could call it that - was similar, but the walls weren’t covered with glass.  There was only a little of the stonework Danny usually associated with Long Now, and he got the distinct impression that this was the lair itself revealing some truth about itself to him.  

They came to a wider space, where at least the floor was covered by another, continuous material.  The room was filled with cabinets, shelves, and long tables.  Worktables, Danny thought, seeing the tools and small objects that rested on them.  The workspace was, overall, much neater than his parents’ lab, back home.  

"We are going to run through some exercises to help you settle, before you return to Amity Park."

Danny nodded, grateful that he would be allowed to return.  Although he had tried not to dwell on it too much, he'd been aware that was a distinct possibility. 

On the other hand…  "What do you mean, 'settle?'" he asked as he followed Clockwork to one of the benches, where a clock case and inner workings had been neatly laid out.

“You have just gone through a major change,” said Clockwork.  “It will take some time before you become used to it.”

“It’s good, though,” said Danny.  “I like it.  I wanted it.”

“Even so,” said Clockwork.  “Do you not feel weaker, less steady than you usually are?”

“I…”  Danny hesitated, thinking.  “Yes.”

Clockwork nodded slowly.  “That is only to be expected.  Even good changes can cause stress and strain.  You must be settled, before any other alterations can be made.  Sit.”

Danny took the indicated seat, across the table from Clockwork.  “You’re going to alter me more?” asked Danny, intrigued by the possibility of being shaped into something even more helpful.  

“Perhaps,” said Clockwork.  

Danny pouted slightly at the nonanswer, but he knew that Clockwork must have his reasons.  Not telling him must have benefits.  

“These exercises will help you become more used to your new configuration, more confident in it.  Now.”  Clockwork folded his hands on the table.  “You are going to help me build this clock.”

Danny’s core thrummed to attention.  “How?” he asked.  

“You will pay close attention to me, my instructions, and the materials you are working with, and nothing else.”

The rest of the world went fuzzy.  “Yes,” he said, and even his own voice felt distant.  

“Excellent.  We will begin with the casing…”

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Clockwork let him take the finished clock back to his room at the end of the exercise.

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For the next exercise, Clockwork set Danny to work on a small, but somewhat overgrown and neglected, bonsai tree.  This time, however, he did not give Danny explicit instructions on its care, but told him to find the information in the library, gently prompting him to look at more than one source before deciding what to do with the tree.  

Danny had never found books so interesting before.  He’d had no idea that making Clockwork part of his Obsession like this would have such wide-reaching effects.  

It took a while for Danny to get all the information he needed, but he did, and he trimmed the bonsai down to size, watered it, fertilized it, and bent the branches into a more aesthetically pleasing shape.  

Like the clock, the bonsai tree made its way to his room.  

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For the third exercise, Clockwork presented him with a blank book and told him to record a detailed history of his life, up until that moment.  

Danny had hesitated, then.  “There’s a lot I don’t remember,” he admitted, even as the need from his Obsession seemed to crawl into his brain to unearth memories he hadn’t known he had.  

“Yes,” said Clockwork, his tone prompting.  

“Will you…  Will you help me?  With the things I don’t remember, I mean.”

“Yes,” said Clockwork.  “I will show you how to operate one of the simpler time screens, but you must never use it without my permission.”

Danny nodded, enthusiastically.  He liked these exercises.  He was learning so much.  

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Unlike his other two products, the book was whisked away as soon as he’d finished it, disappearing into the folds of Clockwork’s robes.  Clockwork then presented him with a tiny vial, no larger than the smallest bone in Danny’s smallest finger.  

“What is it?” asked Danny, tilting the vial to the side.  The contents looked like water, but there was something about it Danny couldn’t quite put his finger on.  

“Waters of the Lethe,” said Clockwork.  “Diluted.”

“Am I supposed to drink it?” Danny asked, staring up at Clockwork.  The vision of Clockwork as a giant flitted across his memory again.  

“People are not supposed to know their whole history.  This will only abstract your memory of what you learned here, from the time screens, not your entire memory.”

“I would drink it even if it did,” said Danny.  

“I know,” said Clockwork, “but for now, you need only drink this.”

Danny put the vial to his lips without hesitation, and swallowed the water inside.  He blinked once, twice, slightly disoriented.  “What next?” he asked.  

“Next,” said Clockwork, thoughtfully, “I believe you can go home.”

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Danny returned to Amity Park as if he had never left, as if nothing significant had changed in himself.  He went to school, he fought ghosts, he talked to his friends, he played games, he helped people.  Always, he helped.  

And he visited Clockwork.  

Clockwork almost always had something for him to do, whether that was a big thing, like saving a city from destruction, a small thing, like moving a branch, a mundane thing, like studying, or a confusing thing, like being sent to a Renaissance-era party after gorging himself on strawberries with no other instructions.  And, the rare few times Clockwork didn’t have anything for Danny to do, he still treated Danny with gentle care.  

Like now.  Now, Clockwork carefully measured Danny's body, the width of his chest, the length of his limbs, the depth of his breath, the speed of his heart, the color of his blood.  Danny followed his instructions to move and breathe, to stay still, to cough and bleed. 

Clockwork patted him on the head, and Danny leaned into the touch until it turned into something more like a stroke, Clockwork’s hand tracing down to cup his cheek and the underside of his jaw.

“Do not grow,” he said, almost absently.  “Do not age.”

Danny still wasn’t used to the way his body itself would respond to Clockwork’s instructions.  How a few words from him could unlock abilities he would never be able to activate on his own.  A shiver swept over him as his very cells seemed to set themselves in place.  It felt good, of course, but it was also…

“That is still a little intense for you,” said Clockwork.  

Danny made a small, soft noise of agreement.  Despite himself, he was half dozing, leaning heavily on Clockwork’s hand.  Today had been very long, and he was so comfortable here, where the limits and guidance of his 

“I think a more thorough assessment of your physical state is in order,” said Clockwork.  

Danny hummed, questioningly.

“We are going to visit your friends in the Far Frozen.”

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The yetis looked at Clockwork with suspicion, but did not stop him.  

“Hi, Frostbite!” said Danny, cheerfully, throwing himself at Frostbite.  Frostbite returned the hug, albeit far more gingerly than usual.  

“Hello, great one,” said Frostbite.  “Timekeeper.”

Clockwork inclined his head minutely.  

“I didn’t know you knew each other,” said Danny, watching the exchange with wide eyes.

“I have brought Daniel for a full physical,” said Clockwork.  

“We have a custom of seeing patients alone.”

"I am aware.  Daniel."

"Mhm?"

“Answer any question Chief Frostbite has.”

“Okay!”

“Truthfully,” Clockwork added.  

“Yes!”

Clockwork nodded. “I expect a full medical report.”

“If he wants us to give you one, it will be done,” said Frostbite.  

“I do!” said Danny.  Clockwork smiled faintly, and Danny’s core itself seemed to hum in pleasure.  He’d done the right thing.  

“Very well, great one,” said Frostbite.  He picked Danny up and carried him to the medical caves, where he started running through a standard checkup, asking Danny how he was eating, how he was sleeping, the last fight he’d been in.    

But Danny had a question of his own.

“You look upset,” said Danny.  “Why are you upset?”

Frostbite sighed.  “Great one…  Are you aware that you have been enthralled?”

Danny kicked his feet.  The examination table was sized more for yetis than for human-sized things like Danny, and he felt significantly childlike, sitting on it.  “Um, he didn’t use that word, but Clockwork pretty much explained what was happening to me while it was happening.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, he said he was,” Danny searched for the right word, “shaping me so that I saw doing what he wanted as the same as my Obsession.”  He tilted his head to one side.  “Is that wrong?”

“No, it seems that he did tell you what he was doing.”  Frostbite sighed.  

“But you think it’s bad that he did it in the first place,” surmised Danny.  “That he… enthralled me?  Even though I wanted it?”

“It is complicated.”  Frostbite made a chair out of ice, and sat so his eyes were level with Danny’s.  “Thralls do not typically see anything wrong with their status.  Many ghosts do not.  Many consider it a positive, or at least a neutral thing.  And I am happy, great one, that you have found a way to follow your Obsession that brings you joy and satisfaction.  But it is also true that thralls are mistreated, or outright sacrificed, frequently.”

“But for their Obsession.  Which is something they’d do anyway.  Clockwork isn’t like that, anyway.”

Frostbite sighed heavily.  “Not always for their Obsession.  The point is,” he continued, before Danny could again protest that Clockwork wasn’t like that, “thralls end in tragedy and suffering, more often than not.”

Danny tilted his head.  “What do you mean?”

“Any position where one person has power over another is open to abuse, and the greater the degree of power, the greater the potential for abuse.  We ghosts may be… constrained, somewhat, by what we are.  By our Obsessions, I should say.  But we are still people.  People who can make both good and bad choices.”

“Okay,” said Danny.  That wasn’t really what it had sounded like when he’d asked Clockwork about free will, but maybe this was just another perspective.  It wasn’t like Frostbite was stupid.  “Okay, but Clockwork really isn't like that.  He’s taking good care of me.  And our Obsessions are pretty similar, so I don’t think I’m just going to be sacrificed or whatever.  I get why you’re upset,” he added, quickly.  “I do!  I’d be pretty upset if I thought one of my friends was tricked like that and was getting dragged around for stuff that wasn’t even their Obsession. But it isn’t like that.  He even came here to make sure I was okay, didn’t he?”

“He did,” said Frostbite.  He still didn’t sound happy.  “For a full medical report.  Do you know if he plans to alter you?”

“He’s mentioned it,” said Danny with a shrug.  The idea of being further modified was thrilling.  

Frostbite nodded.  “Regardless, I will list the common side effects of thralldom.  Let me know if you are experiencing any of these.”

“There are side effects?” asked Danny.  “Wait, no, that’s stupid.  Of course there are.  I passed out when it all, um…”  He touched the tips of his fingers together.  “Clicked.”

“I see,” said Frostbite.  “Was this prompted by Clockwork in any way?”

“He told me to sleep,” said Danny.  “But I was definitely passing out anyway.  I’ve got a lot of experience with that.”

Frostbite made a hmm deep in his throat and made a note on a pad of paper.  Danny leaned forward, gazing at him in interest.  He found himself wanting to cuddle in Frostbite’s fur… Not something he normally did.  Even if Frostbite was very soft and fluffy.  

“One of the typical side effects is more animal behavior or features.”

“Oh,” said Danny, a thought crossing his mind, “are the vulture ghosts Vlad’s thralls?”

“I am unsure,” said Frostbite.  “I am unfamiliar with the ghosts you are referencing.”

“It’s not important,” said Danny, shaking his head.  “It’s just, I’ve always wondered why they do stuff for him, since he doesn’t seem to pay them, like he does with Skulker.”

“Have you experienced anything like that personally?” prompted Frostbite, gently.  

“I don’t think so,” said Danny.  

“Lack of interest in other methods of fulfilling your Obsession?”

“Nope,” said Danny.  “I’m still doing all my hero stuff.”

“Abnormal emotional states?”

“I’ve been really happy, lately, I guess,” said Danny.  “But not really, other than that.”

“Anxiety over the location of your thrall-holder?”

“Mm,” said Danny, thinking.  “Not really?  Maybe a little bit.  Clockwork isn’t really… someone who can be put in physical danger?”

“I see," said Frostbite.

“Difficulty understanding the world around you?”

“No,” said Danny.  “Not more than usual.”

“Core pain?”

“At the beginning, but not right now.  Clockwork did exercises with me, to help me settle.”

“Alright,” said Frostbite.  “It’s time for the more traditional scans and measurements.  Are you ready?”

“Yes,” said Danny.

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Danny bounced over to Clockwork’s side, sucking on a lollipop Frostbite had given him.  A still unhappy-looking Frostbite handed Clockwork a thick packet of paper, which Clockwork vanished into thin air.  

“I’m ready to go when you are,” said Danny.  

Clockwork nodded, eyes drifting slowly to each of the frowning yetis staring at him.  

“I am aware that you are researching a way to break thralls,” said Clockwork.  

“It doesn’t work, does it?” asked Danny, thoroughly spooked by the idea.  

“No.  Not currently, no.  It isn’t something you need to worry about,” said Clockwork.  It wasn’t really a command or an instruction, so Danny decided not to think about it too much.  He had plenty of other things to think about, after all.  

"Are you going to try to stop us?" asked Frostbite.  

"No," said Clockwork.  "Your research is, actually, part of the reason I brought Daniel here today."

Frostbite’s eyes flicked between Clockwork and Danny.  

“I’m afraid I do not understand,” he said, finally.  

“And that is acceptable.  Come along, Daniel.”  He began to fly away, and Danny hurried to keep pace with him.

"Are you going to have me do that, if they figure it out?" asked Danny, worried again, despite himself.

"There are scenarios in which it may become useful.  I prefer to keep my options open, in these cases."

“But…  You’ll only have me do it if it’s more helpful?”

“Of course,” said Clockwork, ruffling Danny’s hair casually.  “I wouldn’t even consider it, otherwise.”

#danny phantom #ectoberhaunt #23 day 12 #23 prompt obsession #23 calendar science #eh23 #ectoberhaunt23

[divinekangaroo]

Thanks @palmviolet for tagging me!

How many works do you have on AO3? 154

2. What’s your total AO3 word count? 900k

3. What fandoms do you write for? Peaky Blinders, Final Fantasy XII, Final Fantasy VII, Dragon Age II, The Professionals.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos? Interesting and not straightforward question: I've been writing since 2007 and only rebooted my fics to AO3 in 2023. I backdated them to time of writing rather than posting live into the current update stream. I was vaguely curious to see what *actually* attracts readers through the AO3 search engine. So, my current top five are all Peaky Blinders Tommy/Lizzie fics, and given my small followers list, everyone following me will probably already have read them!

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? I do, and it’s my vain (both senses of the term) struggle with how to do it appropriately. I am conscious of how comments, particularly on an AO3 "archival" fic, can weight a reader's further interpretation/engagement of or with fic by that author, and that I'll never put so much time into comments as I do into fic.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? 7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? The fics I thought of picking for these two pretty much overlapped. Perhaps this shows just how I approach happiness – it’s moments, it’s never an ending.

8. Do you get hate on fics? Only old Dragon Age fics. Interesting period of time where any fic author that didn't unequivocally support the moral rightness of one particular character's opinions was targeted. Like: ok to write torture/rape fics of this character, but only if it was clear the author thought this character was morally right. Such a destructive troll.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? I'll write sex, mostly as part of a larger arc rather than standalone smut; often it is a partial scenario rather than linear start-to-end event written in a rhythm to support a coherent wanking rise-to-climax read. I'm pleased if people find it pushes their buttons, but I'm also not bothered if it doesn't. I do approach smut as one of many possible lenses or frames for a character, however, so smut that detaches from character confuses me.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written? Sometimes but they have to feel really right. I think I tend more to fusion or pastiche (I think those are the terms?) rather than crossover: I take a particular character concept/theme and port them into a particular environmental context which is not possible in the canon to see what happens. The only one I still have up is a FFXII/Dragonriders of Pern fic (incomplete) which was going to be all about the horrible knowledge of socially accepted and endorsed ritualised rape and forced feminisation of a character.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? I'm not that popular to notice.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? I have a memory of one in FFXII but can't recall.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? Yes! Taught me a lot, including the kind of writer I am - difficult to collaborate as my push to complete within a motivational urge period will always be greater than a long-haul effort, and I struggle to be available for other people. I’m either good at the front end ideas-generation, or a micro detail ‘write this particular thing/scene and fill it with goodness’, and not very good at the middle bit – the long slot of planning and plotting and aiming for consistency etc. I am so grateful fandom exists to support non-traditional prose formats which let me play with writing and thinking and engagement without needing to produce to book-style production standards.

14. What’s your all time favourite ship? I usually fixate on a character, and pairings allow means to explore that character rather than being an end game.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? Oh they all carry this potential. *cries* The issue for me is loss of motivational drive/thinking; because I rarely have good structural notes etc if I lose my immediate thread of 'thinking of everything all at once' I find it hard to pick up again later. I also stop some fics because I realise how ambitious the scope really is, and I feel like I can’t do them justice.

16. What are your writing strengths? Speed-sketcher? Completionist? Tests multiple ideas rapidly and freely and never worries about something 'being wrong' because there's always another fic to try? Intuitive gut level hits on characterisation here and there?

17. What are your writing weaknesses? Editing, pacing, I can't sustain long fic, I frequently move characters around like paper dolls for the sake of the cool and forget they need their own internal motivation.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? I prefer the kind of cant-based/dialect-based approach which splices non-English terms fluidly into English dialogue, mostly because as a child of many migrants this has been my world experience. I do suck at writing this, hence my frequent use of cop-outs to say 'language shift here, meanwhile still writing in English'. But when it’s done well it hits so many of my sweet spots.

19. First fandom you wrote for? FFVII.

20. Favourite fic you’ve written? Anything in my Personal Favourites list: https://archiveofourown.org/series/3728710. (I'm still too close to Peaky Blinders to pick a fav, it'll take about five years of distance!)

#my writing

[swordoaths]

Thinking about the healing of Thranduil and Eryn Lasgalen.

If you've been here for a minute, then you're probably familiar with my endless rambling about Thranduil's connection to nature and how his grief is reflected in the forest (and why the forest decays and becomes inviting for darker forces). But how is his grief healed with the forest?

For context, we know that during the War of the Ring, Thranduil and the Woodland Guard fought against Sauron's forces that came into in the Woodland Realm. He led a charge that was victorious. Celeborn and Galadriel also fought, dispelling the Dark Forces in Dol Guldur.

By defeating the darkness in the Woodland Realm, there was a weight lifted from the forest, and the forest seemed to breathe again for the first time in a long time.

So, too, did Thranduil.

For thousands of years, Thranduil has carried the grief over loss of home, identity, loved ones, and kin. His grief stems either from the second kinslaying and Ruin of Doriath or Sauron's wrath.

After the War of the Last Alliance whereupon Thranduil lost his father and over 2/3rds of his kinfolk to war, Thranduil knew that Sauron was not defeated. And for years, very few believed him. Yet, Thranduil felt that Sauron was still there, and it weighed upon him heavily. He had lost much by the end of the War of the Last Alliance, and the knowledge that the Darkness was still there festering meant that he could never really be at ease and never really give himself the breathing room he needed to grieve and let go. Instead, he just stayed in grieving. There was no real peace for Thranduil to let go of the loss he had endured. And so his grief seeped into the forest and proved true what he had said to the others: the Dark Lord would rise again. The Darkness that Sauron had established in the Woodland Realm was as much a mockery of Thranduil's belief vs none others believing him as it was a reminder to Thranduil that the home he sought in the Woodland Realm could be ruined--- this time by Sauron instead of by the hands of the sons of Fëanor.

Essentially, Thranduil was facing a repeat of a loss of home and kin all over again.

But he drives out the darkness in the Woodland Realm, and home is not lost. And now, for the first time, Thranduil is finally given that moment to breathe--- just as the forest now had a chance to breathe.

In that moment, I see Thranduil in the forest alone. The birds have gathered round him in the trees, but they do not sing yet. There is a gathering of other woodland creatures--- the black squirrels perched on the boughs, the deer stepping into view, and the hedgehogs scampering out from beneath the leaves. Even the trees seem to hold their breath. Nothing is said; they all seem to look to Thranduil. Because Nature had taken on Thranduil's grief, it is almost as if Nature is asking him in that moment if he is ready to release it.

It is subtle at first--- this far off look settles across him before he truly acknowledges how deep the wound has been for so long. And it is here in the forest where he cries, and his tears are a release of thousands of years of grief now finally being expressed outwardly in ways Thranduil did not allow himself to express. Because here's the thing: despite all that Thranduil has lost, he knows now that no Darkness will take his kinfolk from their home again. It doesn't erase all the loved ones he's lost along the way, but it puts an end to the Darkness that ever loomed over him.

And as he cries, his tears fall upon the forest floor, and there is something new born in Thranduil and in the forest. A healing--- a rebirth--- a time to grow again. The birds begin to sing, the woodland creatures go off into the forest, and the trees seem to speak through the wind again. This is the time for healing. This is the time for green / life to return to the forest and to Thranduil's heart.

And when Thranduil meets with Celeborn, they rename the forest Eryn Lasgalen, the wood of green leaves, where now there is no more suffering.

#&. thranduil headcanons

[priestessofspiders]

My Son's Reflection Is Wrong

I have always been afraid of mirrors, ever since I was a young child. I knew it was irrational of course. I never was afraid when I would see my reflection in a puddle or on the darkened window of a shop as I walked down the street. It was specifically mirrors which made me uncomfortable. I always feared that I would see something other than myself looking back at me.

This explains why I was less than thrilled to find the large, antique silver mirror in the bedroom of the house I was renting. Were it my own place I would have thrown it out then and there, leaving it on the curb and relying solely upon the mirror in the modern and well-kept bathroom for all necessary reflective purposes. Alas, I didn't think my landlord would think too highly of his tenant tossing out expensive antique furniture, so I contented myself to simply move it into a spare room.

I had moved to the house for the simple reason that it was fairly cheap and I didn't have much other choice. My husband passed away earlier that year due to a heart condition, leaving me simultaneously a widow and solely responsible for the care of my son, Chester. Fortunately, my husband's life insurance policy turned out to be reasonably generous, but I still needed to downgrade our living situation if I was to take care of Chester without another source of income. Beyond the obvious fact that I have now been left to raise a child without the assistance of a spouse, there is another reason why I cannot supplement my funds by taking on a job; Chester is autistic.

I want to make it very clear, I'm not an "Autism Mom". I loathe the self-absorbed whiners who spend every spare second complaining about the immense burden of raising an autistic child, who bellyache endlessly about how difficult their lives are. I hate all the videos of exasperated parents recording their child's meltdown on camera, to show to all the world how difficult it is for them. I am disgusted whenever I see some selfish moron recommend ABA "therapy" to keep unruly autistic children's more unconventional behaviors in check. My son is not a cross to bear, not a weight on my shoulders. He is my child, and I love him.

I won't deny it can be difficult sometimes, but I can only imagine how hard it is for him. I find the terms "high functioning" and "low functioning" are relatively useless descriptors. Like most things in life, it is a tad more complicated than that. Chester is, generally speaking, nonverbal, and I've never known him to say more than 20 words in a single day. In addition, he tends to get overstimulated quite quickly from loud noises, and often flaps his hands as a form of stimming, especially when he is having some difficulty expressing what he wants. The only behavior of his which ever actually frustrates me is his elopement, which in the context of autism means that he has a tendency to wander off or run away whenever he feels stressed. We work around these traits, and I think generally I've been able to make life quite comfortable for him.

Chester has always shown quite an aptitude for reading and writing, despite his relatively young age of only 9 years old at the time we moved. When he needed something that cannot be articulated through gestures or single words, he would write it down on a whiteboard I've given him for this purpose. To help with his sensory issues regarding loud noises, I purchased a set of ear plugs for him, the same sort that one would wear at a gun range to prevent hearing loss. These generally aren't necessary within the confines of the house, but on those occasions when we do go out in public, I genuinely think they help him quite a bit.

Given his condition, combined with the relative isolation of our new rural home, it has been necessary to homeschool Chester, though that hasn't really been any sort of a problem. Before I got married I spent a few years teaching elementary school, so I already have the required skills. I've always believed in a somewhat more active approach to learning than some of my peers, and since our new home is located directly next to a forest, this was fairly easy to accomplish.

The house itself was rather old, built in the 1920s if my landlord was to be believed. While recently renovated to a more modern standard at some point in the preceding decades, it still has an air of oldness to it, something in the angles and general structure of the place. The main feature that seemed significantly out of place was the wrought iron fence that surrounded the house, a far cry from the traditional wooden fence I was used to from a life in the suburbs. There was no formal gate that led out to the forest behind the house, just a gap in the fencing with a small pile of rusting iron posts nearby. I never asked the landlord about it, but judging by a stump outside the boundaries of the backyard, I assumed a tree must have fallen down and damaged it.

Children don't want to sit still and be lectured, they want to be outside, to run around and be active. I'd always try to teach Chester his lessons in a way that connected to the forest. I'd lift up logs and show him all the squirming creatures underneath so I could teach him all the differences between them. I'd have him count the rings of a fallen tree and teach him about the things that happened in the tree's long and storied life. I know that sometimes he would get bored, while I do believe kids love learning, I'm not an idiot. I know that sometimes children just want to run and play, but I genuinely do believe he got more out of our lessons in the woods than he would have gotten from a traditional school environment.

Even outside of the context of Chester's lessons, we spent a lot of time in those woods, slipping out through the gap in the fence into the forest beyond. There was something so peaceful about that place, it felt remarkably untouched by the civilization that bordered it. I'm not sure exactly how far the forest extended, but it always seemed to go on forever, like if you just kept walking you could go the whole rest of your life surrounded by trees. I always kept a fairly close eye on Chester when we were out there. As much as I loved the place, I did often worry that he would simply run off, but there was never anything stressful enough in the woods to make him do so. The only real concern was to make sure he took of his shoes once he got back to the house, as otherwise he would track dirt inside, making quite the mess.

Things went on the way I described them for about a year after my husband's passing. In between my caring for Chester and all the mundane errands of modern life, I attended therapy and worked to move on from the loss. I began to make peace with the fact that he was gone. Chester and I celebrated his 10th birthday out in the woods, moving to the backyard once night fell so we could finish off the evening roasting hot dogs over the firepit while I read him some relatively tame ghost stories. Chester didn't like scary movies or violent video games, but gently spooky stories, the sort that send a pleasant chill down your spine, made him quite happy. I believe I was reading out The Mezzotint to him when we heard the music.

It was a soft, strange sound, a faint piping emanating out from the forest beyond, gentle yet eerie somehow. The faint notes reminded me of the sound of panpipes, but not quite. If I listened very closely, I could almost discern a faint drumming as well. Chester looked out into the darkness beyond the fire, flapping his hands gently. He didn't seem upset or scared, just faintly awestruck. "Fairies", I heard him whisper.

I felt somewhat uncomfortable as we both looked out into the blackness of the forest. The sound of crickets had died utterly as soon as the piping began, and we sat in silence, listening to that peculiar and otherworldly performance. It felt like something out of a dream, and I don't think it would be possible for me to recall the melody in any real detail. It was ephemeral somehow, slipping through the cracks of my memory like water through a sieve even as I listened.

At some point the music ceased, and the crickets returned to their chirping. I led Chester back inside and tucked him gently into bed. I've never been especially afraid of intruders, given how far away we were from any major population center, but that night I double checked that all the doors and windows in the house were firmly locked.

- - -

I didn't sleep well that night. I'll admit I'd still not gotten used to sleeping alone, and often had difficulty falling asleep, but this felt different somehow. It seemed that whenever I was close to finally falling unconscious, I'd see a shadow pass across the wall, or hear something just on the very edge of my perception, something that reminded me faintly of music. Whenever I'd jolt up in bed, looking or listening for what I thought had disturbed me, there was nothing there. At some point I must have finally fallen asleep, because found myself blinking out the daylight from my uncovered window, groggy and irritable. My skull throbbed with a terrible headache. My alarm clock hadn't gone off, it seemed to have become unplugged in the night. Possibly in my tossing and turning the cord had somehow come out of the socket.

It was in the late morning, far later than I usually woke up, and Chester was frustrated because he hadn't had breakfast yet. He didn't say anything, but he seemed glum and looked at me with justifiable annoyance and hunger. I did my best to prepare him some scrambled eggs and bacon, but in my pain and fatigue I managed to burn the bacon and cook the eggs to an unpleasant, rubbery consistency. I deeply regret what happened next.

I swore about the bacon, the eggs, the pan, the stove, the landlord, my dead husband, anyone and anything that could conceivably be even somewhat to blame for the ruined breakfast. I know it was wrong to react like that in front of my son, I know it was immature, but I was tired, in pain, and just wished desperately I could go back to bed.

When I'd finished with my profanity-laced rant, I heard the back door closing and looked out the window to see Chester fleeing out into the forest, visibly distressed.

"Shit," I muttered to myself, and ran out the door after him, calling for him to come back. I tripped on one of the fallen iron fence posts and fell to the ground, knocking the air from my lungs. When I recovered enough to stand up, Chester was long gone, vanished among the trees.

I looked through those woods for hours. As I've described earlier, I don't know how large the forest behind my house is, but it still feels odd that in all that time I never saw him. Chester's only 10 years old, he isn't some sort of Olympic sprinter, and the foliage isn't so thick that I could have lost him that easily. I kept wandering among the trees, shouting out Chester's name with increasing panic. Sometimes I thought I'd hear a branch snapping or a child's giggle, and I would turn about, desperately trying to catch a glimpse of the sound's source, but there would be nothing there. It was fairly far along in the afternoon when I finally decided to head back and call the police.

Despite how long I'd spent in the forest, it was a remarkably quick walk back to the house. It felt almost as if the walk into the woods was somehow further than the walk out. I opened the door and started moving to the bedroom to get my phone, when I suddenly saw Chester sitting on the couch, reading a book.

I nearly wept with relief and rushed to hug him, apologizing over and over for scaring him and asking if he was okay. I was so happy to see my son again I wasn't even angry with him for running off.

"I'm alright mom. I'm really sorry for running off, I was just scared. I won't do that again, please don't be angry" said Chester, tears welling up in his eyes.

I froze.

Chester rarely spoke more than a single word at a time. His longest sentences I could remember before this were maybe 3 or 4 words long at most. This was utterly unprecedented, and I had no idea how to react whatsoever.

"Mom? Are you okay?" he asked, looking at me with a confused look on his face.

- - -

The next week went by very strangely. To be very clear, autism isn't something that just goes away. It's not a disease, it's not something that can be "cured". And yet, Chester no longer showed any signs of his previous behavior whatsoever.

His personality seemed intact. The sort of things he now spoke aloud seemed relatively in keeping with the sentences he would have previously written on the whiteboard. He still had the same love of reading, the same interest in ghost stories, he still played with the same toys. In all respects he was the exact same boy as before, simply now he was neurotypical.

He didn't have to wear earplugs out in public anymore, and true to his word he never ran off when under stress. He didn't even flap his hands, he just kept them calmly at his sides. It was totally surreal.

One day I was teaching him his lessons out in the woods, and he told me "Mom? I think I want to go to regular school. I want to be with the other kids." I was completely taken aback. Chester had never showed even the slightest interest in going to a public school before this, and on the few occasions he'd had to interact with other children, he'd been far too shy to play with them. Of course I told him I'd be happy to send him to school, what else was I supposed to say? That night I sent off emails to the nearest schools in the area, asking about late enrollment.

It was the second week after Chester's sudden and unprecedented transformation that I began to notice something else that was strange. Despite the fact that we were spending a decent amount of time outside in the woods, Chester never left any dirty footprints in the house anymore. It wasn't that he had suddenly become more careful about taking his shoes off, he was still running inside with his sneakers on the same as he always had, but there was never any dirt or mud. I just assumed at the time he must have been wiping his shoes off while I wasn't looking, and in all honesty I didn't pay it much mind. It's only in retrospect, knowing what I do now, that this sticks out in my mind.

He also didn't eat very much anymore. He didn't snack at all, and whenever I prepared him his meals, he only ate very small portions. He never showed any signs of weakness or that he was losing weight, so I didn't bother him about it, there would be no point in forcing him to eat more than he wanted to, but it did strike me as very odd.

It wasn't until the incident with the mirror that I realized that it wasn't my son.

I was looking for some books I'd packed away in cardboard boxes in the spare room. There wasn't a lot of space on the bookshelf in the living room, so I tended to switch out the books on a semi-regular basis for ones kept in the spare room, aside from a handful of mainstays. It was while I was doing so that Chester walked over to the doorway and asked me where I had put his toy robot. I looked up from what I was doing to answer him, when I caught something out of the corner of my eye, something deeply wrong. It was the old silver mirror, pointed towards the doorway. It wasn't reflecting my son.

I turned to look closer, my words dying on my lips as I gazed at the figure in the mirror, the old terror I'd always felt looking into such things resurfacing suddenly and violently.

The thing was dressed in Chester's clothes, but that was about the only real resemblance the thing bore to him. It was a crude marionette, carved from untreated and unpainted wood, clumps of bark still clinging to it in places. The mouth had a jaw like that of a ventriloquist dummy, albeit with crooked teeth made from sharp flints jammed into the wood. I saw bits of old food stuck to the teeth and mouth, remnants of meals I had cooked earlier in the day. The eyes were simple holes with bits of colored glass, like marbles, held within. It was suspended above the ground by an inch or two by thick brown twine, like the sort one would use to close a package in days before packing tape.

I stared in stunned silence at the mirror before turning around, only to find Chester standing there, head cocked slightly in confusion. "Are you okay mom?" he asked, with concern in his voice. I turned once again to the mirror, seeing the horrible puppet thing once again. I wanted to vomit as I watched its jaw work up and down mockingly. "I'm sorry, I'll find it myself, I didn't mean to bother you" it said, before jerkily "walking" down the hallway to Chester's bedroom.

- - -

That night I watched "Chester" carefully in the bathroom mirror when he brushed his teeth, but there didn't seem to be anything strange about him at all. He moved like a person, not a puppet, and when I gently squeezed his shoulder I felt flesh and bone underneath the fabric of his clothes, not hard wood and bark.

I didn't sleep. Creepy as it may sound, I just sat in Chester's room and watched that thing lay in bed, snoring. It seemed to be asleep. I stayed there all night, just watching, until it woke up the next morning, asking me what I was doing. I didn't respond, and left without making breakfast. It's not like it would have needed it.

I wasn't even sure where I was going at first, I was just driving to clear my head. I eventually realized I was en route to an antique store the next town over. I'd visited the store a few times before, looking for bits of furniture and the like immediately after moving. I didn't know why I was headed there now, but it felt almost as if I were being drawn there somehow. I pulled into the parking lot and left my car, pushing through the shop's door with the tinkling of a bell.

I wasn't sure what I was looking for, I just wandered the store in a daze, looking around all the various bits of junk and knick knacks with disinterest. The whole store reeked of musty books and wood polish, the smell lulling me into a sort of trance as I meandered among the shelves stacked with discarded history. Eventually though, I found something that struck my eye. It was a small old hand mirror with the telltale tarnishing of real silver. It seemed to call to me somehow, and in my numbed state I didn't even fear the blank-eyed reflection that looked back at me. I picked it up and looked at the price tag. 50 dollars. More than it was worth, but not too unreasonable. I picked it up and brought it to the counter, paying in cash.

The store's proprietor, a thin old woman with graying hair and enormous spectacles, chuckled at me as she rang me up. "Planning on making a vampire hunting kit ma'am?" she asked.

"What?" I replied, the completely bizarre question startling me out of my stupor.

"Just a little joke. Halloween's coming up, and once a few years back I had a gentleman come in here and buy up all sorts of strange stuff. I asked him what he needed it for, and he told me he was going to dress up as Abraham van Helsing for the occasion. He said he was making a vampire hunting kit. One of the items he bought was an old hand mirror, rather like this one. He asked me if it was real silver, and I told him yes, but asked why that mattered, I figured silver was always the sort of thing one would use for werewolves, not vampires. He told me that the reason why vampires didn't show their reflections in mirrors was that in the old days they were made of silver, and that silver was a symbol of purity. He said that if vampires were real and walking about nowadays, they'd be reflected back just fine, since nearly all modern mirrors are made with aluminum. Doesn't tarnish I suppose."

My mind flashed to "Chester" brushing his teeth in the bathroom mirror, face as normal as could be reflecting back at me, before recalling the terrifying thing I'd seen in the old silver mirror. The old woman must have noticed me go pale, she asked me if I was alright. I nodded and left with the mirror, driving back home.

I got back at around lunchtime, and the thing that pretended to be my son asked me if I was okay, and if we would be having lunch soon. I angled the mirror so I could see its face, and saw that crude puppet mouth wagging in vague time with its speech. I told it to wait at the dinner table, and that I would be with it in a few minutes. It did as I said, sitting down and pretending to read a book with its glass eyes.

I reached into the kitchen drawer and pulled out a pair of butcher's scissors. With the scissors in one hand and the hand mirror in the other, I walked up behind the puppet thing, carefully angling the mirror so I could see where the strings connected to its wooden body. I looked to see where the strings led, to see if I could get a glance at the puppeteer, but it just seemed to extend impossibly into the ceiling, passing through the plaster like a fishing line through water.

It didn't notice what I was doing until I'd already cut the first string, one connected to its left arm. It screeched in what sounded like pain, a horrible distorted cry that was a mix of mad piping and a child's scream. It swiped at me with the right arm, but I was too fast for it. After all, it was only wood and strings, and I was alive. I cut the other arm free, and both now fell limp at its sides. Next I went for the legs, snipping the strings both in quick succession. Glancing up from the mirror, I saw what looked like my son floating in the air slightly, mouth wide open as it screamed. I cut the strings connected its jaw and head, and the thing collapsed to the floor in a silent heap. The illusion had been broken, and all that lay before me was a broken puppet. Far away in the distance, I could hear the sound of pipes playing faintly in the woods, a haunting melody which I cannot quite recall.

- - -

I knew I couldn't go to the police with any of this. Who would believe a woman who claimed that her son had been replaced by a puppet? I'd be institutionalized at best, arrested for child abuse at worst, and that's assuming they ever managed to find the real Chester. I spent the rest of the day frantically researching on the internet, typing inane phrases like "child replaced puppet music pipes" or "puppet mirror child double" into the search engine, getting almost nothing useful in response, until eventually I came across some old website detailing European folklore. Specifically, the page on changelings.

I read about medieval peasants convinced their children had been replaced with those of fairies, how their real children had been taken to the woods to be raised by the monsters which stole them. I read of the ways one could protect oneself from the so-called "fair folk", of their hatred of iron. I remembered the wrought iron fence that surrounded the house, the conspicuous gap where a tree must have broken through as it fell.

I've written this in case I don't come back. I've written this so that if I'm never found, they don't think I just performed a murder-suicide in the woods out of grief. I love my son dearly, and I am going to save him from the monsters that took him from me. I can hear the hideous music of their eldritch pipes drifting through the trees, mocking me. I'm taking one of the broken iron posts with me. The tip is sharp as a spear.

#horror fiction #horror #horror story #mirrors #fairies #changelings

[nerdylolo]

My honest takes on The School for Good and Evil movie:

It wasn't horrible, but it was certainly a bit disappointing to me, and definitely not what I expected.

The beginning, taking place in Gavaldon, was very different from the books, but not quite bad. I don't know why they made Sophie less... obviously vain, but it wasn't terribly done. Also, I didn't understand why Sophie and Agatha didn't know about the SGE yet, I personally thought Agatha's disbelief in it and Sophie's enthusiasm about it was a major enjoyable part of their relationship in the book, but maybe it was so they could introduce it to us through them? Also, so sad we didn't get to see more Reaper with dead birds and more miserable Agatha life.

I and my brother were sad to not see Castor and Pollux, as well as the other Good professors/characters who weren't there. Princess Uma, Sader. I think that would have been a lot to include in a movie--hence why I think TSFGAE would have been better as a shoe--but alas. I was also very confused and distressed about how they've been handling the School Master/Rafal during marketing, and now during the movie? I definitely think it removed all of the mystery about him, a big loss.

I think, personally, the costumes, set, all the design, even cgi and practical effects, casting and acting were fine. My main issue was pacing and script. The pacing felt very odd. Even as an agressive Tagatha stan, I feel like this movie pushed them together too quickly with barely a few hints of Tedros and Agatha before making them kiss at the end, which felt very wrong to me. (Their relationship was slower and more natural in the books! One of the reasons I liked them so much!)

I definitely thought the book story would need upgrades to be up with the times, and in some ways, the movie did an okay job (I definitely liked the part where Rafal talked about slowly corrupting Good with vanity). However, the script writing is where I think it went to far. The writing was very middle, the modern language from Agatha and Sophie felt very awkward next to everyone else and out of place in general.

Of course, I very much disliked the part where, to symbolize her Evilness with ugliness, Sophie grew a hooked nose. Antisemitic much? I honestly felt like the movie starting with using disheveledness and dirtiness to symbolize ugliness (rather than just unpopular characteristics like bug eyes, crooked/hooked noses, weight) was better, but then they brought out the big hooked nose for grand Evil Sophie and that definitely threw me off. I had hoped they'd stick to dirty and disheveled than associating characteristics with Evil, but that happened.

Of course, I can't not talk about the Sophie Agatha kiss. I read the books when I was small, so I know The Spoiler. Don't worry. I don't think the movie is pulling any more queerbaiting than the book was. And I think that the queerbaiting could be debated, given the whole context of the time the book was written, what messages Soman Chainani wanted to write, etc.

Confession 1. When Sophie called Aggie her best friend, died, and then Agatha kissed her, I laughed so hard I cried. They really leaned into it so hard, huh. They said "GUYS THEYRE NOT IN LOVE THERE'S NO REASON YOU SHOULD THINK ITS GAY BUT HERE'S A MOUTH KISS". Hilarious.

Confession 2. I think they only added the Tagatha kiss to reiterate that, even though Agatha kissed Sophie, they are not a thing. Overly pushing Tagatha with the limited chemistry they had so far.

Other words about shipping. Why did Lady Lesso say "my love" about Rafal, that felt out of nowhere. They defruited Lady Lesso, but at least we got our Hestadil fruits. Wish we saw more of the Coven, though. Anadil and her rats, Hester and her tattoos, Dot and her chocolate. I wish we knew them more, even saw more of the classes. Also, I adored Hort's entrance, Earl did a perfect job with him the whole movie, even when the script failed him. Same with the rest of the Coven.

Final point: The pacing was weird, would have done better as an episode series I think than a movie. Such a shame, because I loved the cast and most of the rest of the work done on this movie.

#school for good and evil #the school for good and evil #sge #tsfgae #sfgae #op #text #liana rambles

[akatsukiky]

Thoughts on Seekers, Headcanons, and Such

Because I like Seekers. Potential Earthspark spoilers below?

It’s a long post, so you get a potato at the end.

Winglord Starscream

Winglord Screamer lives in my brain and won’t leave me alone.

The idea that he came from power lends itself a lot to his motivation to maintain some kind of rank in the Decepticons (as well as if/when he leaves). If he was the Winglord- just a little less important than or as important as the Prime to the Seekers- then, considering the idea of functionalism, his code is made of that.

It could mean that Starscream’s processor might be built to run plans by the context of what would keep the Seekers alive and thriving. That opens all kinds of reasonings for why he’s how he is. Joining the Decepticons early into the rise against functionalism? Shifting away from the castes could improve the standard of life for his people. Sticking around once the war started? The Decepticons were led by a Kaon gladiator and were powering through the war in a way that might have assured him that they could win.

It even can hold a little weight when it comes to trying usurp power from Megatron in the portion of the war we see in media like Prime and G1. If Starscream’s processor is telling him to take care of the Seekers (even if he’s the last one or close to it) and to prioritize their home, then trying to refocus the faction past Megatron’s obsessive drive with killing OP might make sense. He’s trying to keep from running what’s left of the Seekers into ground over a pointless pursuit; as much as the Cons try, they always end up losing more than they gain in fighting the Autobots. That’s not worth the losses (which I think could be picked up by other highly logical/goal oriented Cybertronians like Shockwave and Prowl) while trying to get back to Cybertron, stockpiling resources, or just trying to exist in a way that would prolong the life spans of people would be.

In the context given in TFP, the Decepticons had been quiet the whole time Megatron was gone into deep space to find his devil crack. Starscream wasn’t attacking the Autobots and was focusing on getting Energon- which, given that they had the superior mobility and tools to mine it, would have eventually smoked the Autobots out. When he got the Energon harvester, what did he do? Bait out the Autobots like Megatron surely would have? No, he went straight to get more resources.

I can’t say much for Earthspark Starscream just because of how little we’ve seen of him but I think it could hold true there too. He looked upset/angry when the Decepticons captured by GHOST (I honest to god couldn’t remember the name and almost called them MECH) are hurt(?) or sedated like we see in the show. When it comes to the fight for the All Spark, it’s reasonable to say that yes, he would have done terrible things with it, but he also would have had a means for potentially reviving Cybertron/Vos/the Seeker lineage.

It also stands to reason that his coding to value his people also extends to whoever he comes to think as his people. Very found family in energy. I think this holds the most weight in Energon(???), Earthspark, and latter half of his arc in IDW05. With Alexis, the captured Cons, and even all the people of Cybertron respectively, Starscream seems to care at the very least.

I think it adds a more compassionate side to Scream that he deserves to have after all these years, more depth. Even if it’s not from explicitly being the Winglord and that’s just how he is, I think it would be good for his character. I do know that the synopsis for one of the upcoming Earthspark episodes he meets Hashtag and they need to work together for some reason? So maybe we’ll get to see some of that.

Seeker Headcanons

This is mostly a mishmash of ones I’ve seen and a few of my own.

- Sensitive wings. Not in the weird way though. In the context that their wings are really sensor-heavy. Their optics and audials work but there’s probably a different set of senses dedicated to flight and related data. Breaking a wing is like getting disabled- not only can they not fly but it’s like suddenly being half-blind and half-dead.

- Communicating through their wings and flight patterns (like dolphins!). I see this wonderful post occasionally about how Screamer moves his wings to emote. He spreads them when trying to be threatening, lowers them when he’s trying to seem small, and lifts them high when prideful. I imagine there would be so many intricacies about this in a whole city of just winged-Cybertronians. A simple wave of the wings might mean whole phrases that someone outside wouldn’t recognize. It could be something that doesn’t translate easily into common speech, like a word that encompasses a great many words but at the same time can’t be defined by any of them because it’s something so specific that there’s no equal to it. As for flying and movements in flight meaning different things, there’s a little context I’d like to mention first. To my understanding, the kind of splash a dolphin makes tells something to its pod- sharing information or directives or who knows what. I think it would be neat if the Seekers were like that too. This barrelroll at this angle followed by a lowering in altitude? It could mean anything ranging from enemies at seven o clock to ‘I’m hungry.’ Like, as effective as it would be amongst armadas of Seekers during wartime, it also would just be so (insert word that gets across how much I love it) if it were just for or originally meant for mundanity. Then there’s also considering how those normal messages changed to accommodate warfare- did they make new ones? Edit old ones? Repurpose old ones? What if the barrelroll and drop went from “I’m hungry” to “open fire?” Would some Seekers who knew this original version get confused? “What do you mean eat food??? The Autobots are right there!” Or “What do you mean open fire??? There’s nothing here!”

- Seeker “they’re a ten” culture? Obviously we know that on Velocitron, speed is everything. It’s why Breakdown got ostracized in Aligned for being so bulky and slow. What about in Vos, though? Or just among Seekers themselves? Obviously flying is important. The quality of one’s aerial movements might improve opinions of them. A precise nosedive and pulling up out of it just in time could very well be the “they’re a 10” for them. Speed might have a hand in it too as well as appearance. Who doesn’t like a shiny jet? Looking good and flying well or quickly could mean the world to the Seekers.

- Fuel. Obviously a plane needs more gas than a car does. I feel that, amongst Seekers, consuming a lot of Energon would be a must. Maybe during the golden days of Cybertron, there had been better fuel more fit for Seekers- more nutrient dense for them. As the war goes on, though, that would mean they would need to settle for worse quality Energon. Just like with vehicles on Earth, I think that a lot of crappy Energon could take a toll on Cybertronians. The idea that the Seekers could be more formidable is really cool to me but also really sad in the sense that they know they were better once. All that precision and speed and upkeep I mentioned possibly being important could go away and, after that, what’s left of their pride except what they can scrap together?

- cats. i constantly think about seekers being little shits. they knock your stuff off the counter, tear up your curtains, and get zoomies. can you imagine scream with zoomies? skywarp with zoomies? flash! he’s there, he looks at you like you’re the crazy one then looks at thin air like he just saw the second (third?) coming of unicron. flash! he’s gone. it’s 3 am. you are a very tired vehicon.

- Trines. Not really a headcanon but more of a confused brain dump here. What even are Trines anymore? Are they bonds made by choice like Amica/Conjunx bonds? Or are they something you have at creation like being a split-Spark twin? Are they neither? Do you just go about your Seeker day and bump into two more Seekers and suddenly “Awh scrap we’re a Trine now.” What about in function? Is just something like a title and not a bond at all? Is it more or less communicative then the other three? What about gestalts? How does being part of a Trine affect that? Does the gestalts/Trine get the feedback from the other? Can you form a gestalt with your Trine and would that make your resulting Combiner more cohesive? Can you close off a Trine bond? Head in hands.

- Discrimination. It could be against grounders and them, like how Starscream reacted to Knockout with disgust in Transformers Prime (“Yes, right- you’re one of those”). They can’t fly and, like I said before, that could be a determining factor in how much respect one gets among Seekers. What about against other kinds of fliers? Megatron and Soundwave (in the continuities where they fly) are both not Seekers. Did they have to win the loyalty of them? Prove that they possess all the finesse and speed that the Seekers do? Or did they prove that they need none of it to be their equals (per the anti-functionalism mindset). What about against the likes of the Aerialbots? Are they of a similar flying subgroup that the Seekers don’t get along with? Is it a case of “you’re cheap imitations” and being better than them? Or, in the mindset in which most fliers are from Vos, are the Aerialbots written off as traitors? The rest of the people of Vos joined the Decepticons to combat the functionalist regime, so did the Aerialbots not rally under that? It could be that the Aerialbots were pro-functionalism and that’s why they weren’t with the Decepticon Seekers. It also could be that they were Seekers originally and, upon seeing where the Decepticon cause was going, jumped ship.

- Doorwings. In regards to the discrimination thing, would it have been less intense against Cybertronians who had doorwings? That wing-movement based communication might bridge the gap in some way. Even if someone with doorwings doesn’t know Seeker code and all that, it might be similar to real life Romance languages. Someone who knows French won’t fully understand Spanish or Italian but the message can get across anyways and learning the other languages might be easier. Being able to understand those intricacies in communication paired with basic respect of Seeker culture could change the interactions between a Seeker and a Cybertronian with doorwings drastically.

Knockout

I can’t recall why people portray KO as a seeker sometimes for the life of me but I love it so much.

The idea that Starscream’s jab at him in Transformers Prime (“why any self-respecting Decepticon would choose wheels when he could have flight”) could have been personal. There could have been a whole history behind that!

It opens so many possible storylines about Knockout and why he’s a car now. Did he get into an accident and have to get reformatted? It could fit with how Starscream acts- he would have been going for where it hurts. Knockout could miss flying and the speed of it so racing, even if it’s hardly a fraction of how fast he used to be, could be how he copes now.

Did he get reformatted to being a grounder by choice? He might have resented how Seekers act and their values as a culture. Maybe not the speed and precision part but other ones that he couldn’t abide by. Maybe the discrimination I brought up before could have been part of it. Even if it weren’t over Breakdown, Knockout could have admired ground racing and driving in a way that made him the odd one out. If it’s the dramatic love story angle, though, then it could have totally been something like forbidden love or such. KO likes BD but Seekers as a whole don’t like grounders so KO decided “well keep your discrimination” and became one himself.

It could have also been a matter of fuel issues. I mentioned before that Seekers might have needed a lot more high-quality Energon than most Cybertronians. Knock’s a surgeon and obviously it doesn’t pay to be one that does clumsy work. If it came down to sacrificing the skills that made him important to the Decepticon cause- what kept him alive and mostly out of danger on “the winning team-” then he might have prioritized that. Reformatting to something more fuel efficient that won’t react as harshly to less premium Energon could have meant the difference of being tossed out and kept around.

In any case of his reformatting, whether it be due to an accident or spite or self-preservation, it can also explain why KO doesn’t have doorwings. If it was an accident, it could have damaged him so badly that he had to change where his primary sensors were. If it were spite, then he could have gotten rid of them to make a statement and really set himself apart. For all three, it might have been a matter of not wanting to regret it. Not having doorwings meant he wouldn’t try and move them like he used to only to find that the sensors aren’t as receptive or to realized that it looks odd to use Seeker codes when he isn’t a Seeker anymore.

It also fits nicely with my thoughts about Winglord Starscream. No matter how much Knockout drives him mad or talks behind his back or just generally isn’t the best, Starscream never actually hurt Knockout. When Starscream needed to rant or complain or take out frustrations, he went to Knockout. When it came down to killing off Megatron, Starscream trusted Knockout- trusted him like he would if, maybe, Knockout was among his people once. That coding in his mind to take care of the Seekers could highlight Knockout differently than the rest- point him out as safety and home even if he’s not a Seeker anymore.

In Speed Metal, for example, Starscream didn’t outright tell Knockout to stop racing. Yes, he expressed disdain- “you’ve been out street racing with the humans again, haven’t you?-” but he didn’t say that Knockout couldn’t race at all anymore. He only told Knock to “inform [him] next time [Knockout] goes out on one of his little… jaunts.” Even afterwards when Knockout outright didn’t do that (and we know how much Scream hates the idea of his authority being ignored or undermined), he doesn’t hurt Knockout. He ruined his finish and that was it.

It can be reasoned that Starscream didn’t care because the less that Knockout was around, the less likely it was that Megatron would come back from the grave. It can also be reasoned that Starscream (like Megatron evidently did, because he never hurt Knockout on screen either) valued Knockout as part of the cause because he was the only medic on the Nemesis.

That said, though, Starscream didn’t seem to care about there being a medic aboard before Megatron came back and even then it was only because Soundwave had requested it. He had been content to let Knockout and Breakdown roam the Earth as they had pleased before then.

There are also thoughts about Knockout being a triple changer but I just don’t see it? Triple changers are usually associated with some kind of emotional instability iirc (or maybe that was just Blitzwing). It fits with characters like, say, the Rescue Bots who we outright saw go through emotional and mental crises once they got their Dinobot forms. Heatwave especially fits that trend with his fits of anger and all that (plus he’s not a just a triple changer- he has four modes to choose from so that could have influenced it). Knockout doesn’t really fit that theme of emotional flipflopping.

That said, though, it’s not explicitly stated (I don’t think it is, at least) that it has to be emotions. It could also be hyperfixations and the like. Knockout loves his finish and loves racing, so that could have been his emotional/mental ‘instability’ as a triple changer. Blitzwing might also be an extreme of it- the other three Rescue Bots and Aligned!OP all mellowed out after the first time of having a triple-change/dino mode crisis. Knockout only got really angry once in his debut episode after his finish was messed up and that’s the angriest that we ever see him. That might mean that any wild moodswings he has need to provoked and might not even be all that intense.

It could also be a matter of actually having that alt-mode still available to them. If Knockout was reformatted for whatever reason then maybe not being a triple-changer anymore might have absolved that instability in him.

Either way, I like the idea of Knockout having been able to fly at some point. It gives him more lore and I am nothing if not a heathen for extra lore.

#maccadam #starscream #decepticon seekers #knockout #headcanons #brain dump

[svankmajerbaby]

ok. thoughts on chucky s02e05

i get why people like scout/good chucky. and tbh i feel like if it had been given more time it would have been a great little exploration on morality and stuff. the baptism scene is so interesting and so good and i actually really enjoyed it, along with the scene in the bathroom with jake and scout/good chucky... but i really dont feel like its fully deserved. the idea of jake seeing his own little brothers innocence and playfulness in the doll is a good idea (theres also something interesting in how jake shifts his conflicted feelings from chuckys victims to chucky himself, with this being like a sequel to chucky-as-his-father in a way). but there is also the issue with me that scout/good chuckys shift was so strange to me, even in a series like this. bc how much of his personality was erased? he didnt remember killing people, he didnt remember anything. peoples identities are formed on the basis of memories and experiences. thats something i feel this season has dealt with in a more interesting way than it has tackled something like religion for example. the loss of identity in the undoing that comes with possession is now a sort of sickness felt by tiffany, by nica, by glen and glenda... and now chucky, in a much less painful way. and its linked with this idea i have that, well, the series/franchise treats him like an icon/mcguffin/flat cypher than as a character with any sort of vulnerabilities and sides. this isnt bad, i think, but it does make for a kinda hard shift when everything we know about him is erased. its weird to even call scout/good chucky a "chucky" beyond voice and looks. hes defined by violence, so thats why at least to me this just doesnt feel like him. i guess thats why jake can delude himself into thinking he has been "redeemed" or something.

and that links to me with the issue that i really feel for devon, and on a lesser degree with lexy, on this matter.... like its actively nasty to see jake (and really nadine too, though shes so off the loop that its hard to really make her responsable for anything tbh) bonding with the doll that killed devons closest family member. even if its not the same one, even if its supposedly reformed. the lack of understanding jake has for devons situation does really make me think that they should break up. so i do think their relationship has been well set enough for me to see this as a possibility to be concerned about. it doesnt change the fact that the root of the issue is a supposed "clockwork-orange-style" brainwashing that doesnt work as redemption/absolution when it literally erases the persons identity... but then we get into a matter of whats identity and if chucky is even a person at this point! like, shit!!!

and then we have all the stuff im sick of, with the people at the church who are so so uninteresting and so little fleshed out, which is such a waste... having lara jean chorostecki for three episodes and having her do the same stuff in each scene is so dull. sister catherine had promise but she hasnt developed as a character or have been revealed to have any interiority of any sort (in a nunnery context backstory is always really strong to know why theyre here in the first place, and just like with trevor and nadine we dont really get anything and i dont think we will), and her careless way of defying devon sawa priest (another extremely flat and boring character who feels like its repeating the same lines over and over and not moving anywhere) to me feels less like her standing up to real abuse of power and more like it being her first day on the job and not understanding how stuff is done in a catholic school.

and, finally, we have glen and tiffany. i have been wanting some real tiffany vulnerability and self awareness for a while (she has these flashes from time to time, that i feel are what makes her character have some actual weight beyond iconography and that lets jennifer tilly really Act in a dramatic way), and this is the closest i think ill get to that. her keeping jennifer tilly the character in a little cage to sign checks and take care of business, i dont know if its genius or really, really stupid. its shocking, which is sort of what this season feels like its trying to rely on more often than not. i was half hoping tiffany killed the doll to get rid of that loose end, but apparently we will have her around for a little longer. regardless, it does make some sense in that it clarifies that yeah, it was indeed a switch in the end of seed? and that the reason the possession of the body worked so well unlike nica!chucky is probably because the jennifer tilly character souls in the doll. anyways. i love seeing glen standing up for themself and its also so good to see them being pretty damn mature, contacting glenda as soon as possible about their shared past (i had a headcanon both of them shared dreams, so im happy to see that) and confronting tiffany (and their twin too! they literally told them off about killing someone!) about all the shit theyve been through. and i love to see tiff being a messy mom and maintaining that issue she has with being able to maintain relationships. shes immature and selfish and cruel and also loving and caring at the same time. i wish it had been pushed a little more, but this was better than nothing, i guess. glens little "its me" line was heartbreaking, and lachlan watson is already the definitive highlight of the season after just two episodes. and seeing tiffany rejecting, at least on a symbolic level, the jennifer tilly identity in favor of telling the truth and reconnecting with her children is the most emotionally fulfilling moment in the season since the devon/jake kiss in episode 1.

the thing is, the season has these few moments in which i can see it trying to be interesting beyond being fun, at least to the level of season 1. and i dont think it manages a good balance with it, which is such a damn pity for me when so much of what its trying to do is things that i had been wanting to see in previous installments of the franchise. and on another hand i get that its very hard to get the balance between horror comedy and honest drama... but idk. i had faith in it.

#. 🦴 #chucky series #yeah im overthinking the killer doll show do move on pls

[ed-recovery-affirmations]

Losing weight anon- the stress may honestly be it, that said I don't have a doctor, can't afford one. But I can at least see if I can't work on being less stressed... It's just hard being a queer trans guy in fucking Texas trapped between living with a bigot family and the streets. That said, knowing that it may just be stress instead of something like cancer is a huge relief in itself. thank you!

Oh man, that does sound stressful! So given the context of this ask, it sounds like you are likely to be young. In that case, it is not likely that you have something like cancer. It's not impossible, but it's unlikely.

(I was such a young hypochondriac, btw, I definitely convinced myself that I had breast cancer on a couple different occasions. Also appendicitis. And when I first got my period I thought I might actually be dying.)

If you are indeed young, keep this in mind: You might still be in the mid-late stages of puberty, which rapidly changes the way that your body works. Any stage in your development where you are going through a major hormonal change will significantly alter the way your body works overall. (Be prepared for this, by the way, if you ever decide to medically transition or go on T or anything like that. If you do, make sure you connect with other trans people who've also done what you're doing and ask them about their experiences. Preparing yourself for that bodily change will really help ease the process!)

It may also be stress, so consider doing some things that work for you: meditation, affirmations, time spent with friends. Exercise (while eating enough food, of course!) really helps me to de-stress. Engage in your hobbies. And if you have plans to change your living situation so that you can come out, perhaps you can also give yourself hope by looking into a game plan for that process. Make sure you do this on a locked or non-home computer. Again, use your community as a resource. Lots of other trans people have had to do this, which sucks but also means you're not alone and you don't have to do this alone either. Ask other trans people (or anyone who had to leave a toxic home, really) how they prepared. Do you have a job so that you can save money in the event that you get cut off? What does your social support network look like and how can you go about building it so that you're not going through all of life's hardships without support? Is there anything you can do to affirm yourself at home while you live undercover? (Shorter haircut, perhaps? Looser, longer pants? Looser t-shirts? Even wearing a sports bra is more compacting than most regular bras.)

But if you still experience a concerning amount of weight loss or other symptoms, please do advocate for yourself medically and look up what you can do in your state to get coverage for a check-up. I get it, I too live in 'murica. But sometimes there are programs that will get you seen for limited support on a sliding-scale cost basis. Get yourself taken care of! You deserve it!

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*on my deathbed* Please… before I go… tell me about my sweet Ramsay one more time…

Sure. This was a very nice interaction, and I'm sad it took place on my deathbed

OK, so. The text generator uses "language modeling" to produce text, which is a subset of "language modeling," in a technical sense. It's the part where it actually figures out the words from the text. In a regular text generator (such as the one behind that text from last week), this is done by predicting the next word given the previous ones. In a LSTM-based one, the LSTM is the predictor (and is thus more powerful, in theory). But both the predictor and the LM use a technique called "language modeling." The LM technique is a more abstract technique, which uses the text to "predict" what the current word is going to be without actually saying it. The predictor does not directly "see" the text in the traditional sense; its output is in the form of a hidden vector.

Here are the three things:

The LM technique: how do you find the hidden vectors for each word?

The predictor: how do you pick a vector from that list, for a given word, to be the predicted word?

The regularizer: how do you choose the parameters of the LM model?

The latter two questions aren't relevant for text generation -- all of this is just for text modeling, where you're "predicting the next word with context" rather than "predicting the next word out of the list." It's important to distinguish the two because they behave very differently.

LM for text generation is different from LM for language modeling because the latter has a training objective that requires it to predict the next word. Since that objective is being met every step of the prediction, a single step of LM for language modeling is, on its own, not very good.

The LM technique is a "sequence loss," which is a function that tells us how the current hidden vector relates to the training corpus. It can be thought of as a type of regularization where the regularizer tries to keep the current hidden vector from "spilling over" too much into the low-probability regions of the training distribution.

LM is a different regularization technique from the usual one for regularization, "weight decay," which is very popular in neural net training today. Weight decay works by penalizing the magnitude of the hidden vector, while LM does not. The LM approach has three benefits over weight decay:

LM is an order-unity change in the loss from the LM objective

LM forces the distribution to become maximally close to uniform (among all possible hidden vectors), which has other theoretical benefits

In the LM objective, this is not done explicitly (in the loss function), but the hidden vectors are learned to be close to the uniform distribution

For weight decay, the weight updates would be

[t_i - w] * γ, where γ is some small (positive) value. For LM, the updates would be

[t_i - w] * [uniform_vector - t_i] / d, where d is the uniform distribution in the hidden space and uniform_vector is some uniform distribution (of the same dimension as the hidden space).

With LM, you aren't updating the weights of the weights (the LSTM weights are, if anything, "more uniform"), just your prior.

LM is a common technique for language modeling, and it shows up in lots of models. See the Lemmatizer/Unsupervised page, the DALL-E section, and the Alice section -- all of them use it.

One of the reasons LM is so important is that it forces you to have a uniform distribution over the vocabulary. This is a natural assumption for text modeling -- most of the data in the world is in some sense natural, even if some of it's natural for good or for ill. For text modeling, a uniform distribution gives you a sense of how "generic" any given word is. If word w has a 0.1% frequency, that is a "very specific" word -- not surprising if you have just generated it out of a sample.

This uniform distribution is what makes it possible to train a LM "language model" on raw, uncurated text (a sort of "Google Books" of it). The LM will still generate the usual low-probability things: long words, uncommon words, words out of its own vocabulary, etc.

But you can always see the distribution of the vocabulary -- and LM will generate all the "normal" things you'd see in a language, like w, in its uniform distribution.

That LM can be trained on uncurated text is actually a big deal! In a typical LM training regimen, the LM would be "fine-tuned" on some curated data, which is usually very small relative to the training corpus. So it is not only trained to output "the usual things you'd see," it is also being trained on a small number of other things, and thus is better able to get those things out of its training corpus. So the LM will still make the "usual things," but make more of them, since they will be "normal" enough to fit the distribution.

One big issue with LM-trained models is that they often "freeze" the distribution they learn; their output is usually uniform, and they rarely produce the kinds of "weird" words you would see in the training corpus.

If you want to do something like that with text, there's no reason to "train" a single LM (a one-parameter model) in the usual way, since you can achieve the same result with a very large one. Instead, you can just use LM to "generate" a very large one-parameter model, which will do what you need.

Then, you can do a sort of LM training -- LM with a very large one-parameter model to generate with.

To do this "genetically," as it were, you use LM in the usual way to generate vectors that you can feed into your one-parameter generator.

But LM is a one-parameter model, which means you can use it to generate large ones-parameter models.

Then, the LM will learn a distribution very like the training corpus, so it will "generate" the usual things you'd see in it.

But the training corpus (a sort of "Google Books") has all these "weird" words. What happens when you "generate" these words?

It will be a new word with very low probability

It will be a word whose current representation is in the low-probability region

It will not have much to do with the current text generation context, which you think has led to the word. It will just show up randomly in a sentence, or possibly in more than one sentence.

Thus, LM is a way of keeping your model "uniform," instead of just training it on a

#holyscream #ongoing thread #ai tag #big yud #you just gotta place your faith in a theorem called bayes #this may already be on the blog somewhere but I cannot find it

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positive e/d/ recovery thoughts below the cut ft discussion of calories, exercise, and body image. numbers of calories are mentioned in the context of requirements and expenditure. please don't read if it's something that feels like it might be harmful to you at the moment

recently i've been like. seeing the progress of the last 4 months. i'm getting so solid and muscular, but a lot of it is quite distressing because of the loose skin i have from my weight loss, both for my dysmorphia and my general body image. and i'm really just getting to the point where i'm tired of stressing about food, especially because i know it's not something i want to do forever and instead i want to find sustainable balance in my exercise and food so i can live relatively worry-free while trusting my body and mind

and i know that to get the physique i want (because an aesthetic goal is still guiding my decisions about food and exercise, this is something that i don't know if i'll be ready to shake any time soon), i have to eat. and eat a lot. and the eating a lot will aid in looking leaner and i know this, like my body's still storing recovery weight because i was restricting for two years. the only way to recomp is to eat. so i've been doing research into how much i need for my height/weight/activity level even just to maintain, not even necessarily to gain muscle, and on all of the calculators i've used, my maintenance calories are above the 2000 mark. which is so normal but coming from a mindset of extreme, and i mean extreme, restriction? it feels like there's no way that could be true

but i exercise a lot. my performance lately has been so, so good. i'm so impressed with myself for how i'm handling both parts of my split. my endurance is incredible. i'm able to whip out sets of strength exercises that a year, two years ago, i never thought would be possible for me to do. on average, id wager my calorie expenditure for exercise alone is about 600 daily. of course i need to eat a lot to maintain my current weight

even my bmr sits at like 1500. that's just so bonkers. and i don't track my caloric intake exactly because it would probably not be great for me but i'd guess that i'm not even eating my bmr most days

and for the past week i've been making sure i get at least 42g of protein, which is half of my minimum for maintenance, and i feel so much less hungry. i think i'm at a place in my recovery where i'm confident that everything will balance out, and instead of seeing how little i can survive on, i'm so invested and motivated to see what would happen if i were to properly fuel my body

it's just been incredible. i haven't given into all of my hunger because i've been in a bit of a b/r cycle but i know from experience that on days where i am giving into my hunger, or when we go out for dinner and drinks, and i just eat whatever sounds good that nothing bad will happen at all. nothing at all. literally nothing will change. my anxiety around food is so much better. and i feel more at home in my body every day. and i feel stronger every day. and taking care of myself and making sure i get all of the energy and nutrients my body needs to continue performing at the level i feel best at is very strange after so long denying myself anything like this. idk. there's so much more room to negotiate than i thought. i have to clock in for work so post over but yeah idk! i'm just feeling good lately even though i have terrible terrible days still. just gotta trust the process y'know

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lotr:rop first impressions

[spoilers episodes 1-2]

overall: fun, unhurried watch. feels like a spiritual prequel to the lotr movies. in terms of relationship to canon, it’s like a slightly tone-shifted alternate history 

it’s visually breathtaking. even if u dont care for the story, it looks like middle earth and you can totally relish it on that merit

just on the pure fannish level, it’s cool to see more peripheral parts of the timeline on screen after decades of hobbit/lotr adaptations

i like the oc’s, i like that it’s not as lofty as the source material! the new settings like the southlands are great, spending time with normal ppl vs the elevated players of lotr/silm. feels like fic on screen, in a good way 

almost every negative takeaway i have boils down to the sad/weird/grim fact that a $1bn adaptation of the second age is having to work without film rights to the silmarillion + unfinished tales? besides emphasising the cash-grabby aspect of the whole enterprise, it leaves the story thin and feels like a massive elephant in the room. like they’re trying to scale a mountain with no provisions. so more than any response to what we do get, the show makes me mourn what could have been 

ex: there is a pervasive lack of context to both the characters and the world. little of the weight that would make it feel, not just look, like a middle earth story, the sense of history that’s in the bones of the setting. they do the standard lore highlight reel, but you can almost sense that rather than trimming the fat off a dense source material, it’s working around it. for a universe much deeper/broader than Standard Fantasy Show, idk i really felt the loss

as you might predict given the above, in contrast to the oc men and harfoots, the elves suffer the most. again, lack of context is especially jarring when themes of legacy, dynasty, loss were so integral to their original backstory. like who is elrond? who is celebrimbor? what are the different groups of elves, is there anyone around except elrond/gil-galad/galadriel? what exactly did they experience beyond generic long war and what does it mean for their relationship to the world? why do elrond and galadriel feel like YA protags when they’re powerful and deeply burdened survivors? i’m sure there’s a lot more coming on this front but so far it feels thin

i love that she’s the mc but galadriel’s motivations so far lack texture- without the ban of the noldor and everything else they can’t mine, what should be one of the most storied, layered characters in the legendarium feels like a girlboss out for revenge 

but morfydd clark as galadriel is great, i like her a smidge better than cate blanchett and again it just makes me mourn what could have been, substance wise 

all told, i think this show will be much more enjoyable to someone that doesn’t know the iceberg whose tip they’re spending a fortune shining

some of the dialogue is a little clunky and trite, particularly they could do a lot more casual worldbuilding/enriching through dialogue but they dont

dont want to touch the casting discourse, mostly bc (festering racist backlash aside) it doesnt matter that much. it doesnt violate the integrity of tolkien, otoh it’s not somehow integral to a worthwhile show either-- i wouldnt not watch if everyone was white, just like i haven’t stopped reading a phenomenal text mired in unconscious racial bias which was sometimes alienating to a young reader of colour. mostly feeling tired of this and the nuances lost on all sides, both in regard to tolkien’s world and the ~representation question 

what i will say though, idk if the race-blind (as opposed to just racially diverse) interpretation works for this the way it does for something like bridgerton. it’s a verse with a lot of emphasis on bloodlines, tribalism, etc, for better or for worse, so i think having diverse but somewhat more consistent casting within groups of fantasy characters could have made for a more organic setting (e.g. mostly mena numenoreans, mostly african harfoots, mostly south asian southlanders, mostly east asian noldor etc). but i understand thats a much more sensitive/difficult thing to pull off rip 

not feeling the shorthaired elves, especially since its so gendered. this elrond is just pain, unrecognisable in every way  

but i really liked the tiff with durin. dragged on a bit, but the crux of it--the complexities of mortal-immortal shortlived-longlived interpersonal relationships, as if love and friendship are not complicated enough-- is soo tragic and timeless. imagine if we could get aldarion and erendis on screen!! 

super looking forward to numenoreans. not just bc they encapsulate my favourite things about tolkien thematically, but especially since they’re so tied to the unique historical circumstances of the world and you can’t explain them away in a Timeless Fantasy Race way. i wonder what sort of backstory we’ll get there 

wonder what the show is working towards in terms of an actual hook. rn, it is lush and enjoyable but not particularly interesting. the ‘rise of sauron’ angle has already been done in the hobbit movies, so it really needs to introduce and sell other subplots with stakes

#lotr #lotrrop #trop spoilers #rings of power #*

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One of the things that makes Gold such a fun character to ruminate about is pondering what her interactions with the wider cast would look like. From the franchise's noblest heros to it's most depraved villains, there's such a wide range of personalities to compare and contrast her to, just about the only real limit is how thoroughly your willing to explore a given match-up. As I see it, Gold's own origins and characteristics, while pretty specific within her own context, are also shockingly universal when compared to the traits of just about any character you care to name. I was only mostly joking with that one gag post from a while back, you know!

Frankly, I'd say that the tricky bit would be counting off how many character's Gold wouldn't be able to relate to by some measure or another. Whether they've suffered loss or betrayal, chafe under oppressive authority or bear it's weight on their shoulders, have a legacy to chase after or just a good old fashioned mysterious past, Gold could find common ground with just about anybody she might run into. It runs both ways, too; getting to see that she isn't alone in enduring these things would go a long way to help Gold find some peace with herself.

Really though, if there's one character out of the rest that I'd love to see Gold converse with, both as a matter of character exploration and simple hilarity, it'd have to be Breezie the Hedgehog's incarnation in Post-Reboot Archie, based not simply on the fact on that these are the precise kind of people who would hate each other's guts on sheer principle, but the utter coincidence of just how perfectly they mirror each other, and the shockingly profound effect Breezie could have on Gold and likely not even know it!

Consider someone like Breezie from Gold's perspective; ruthless, gleefully shameless in throwing her power around, infuriatingly aware that her pockets are deep enough to keep her above anything so petty as "the consequences of her actions." Breezie embodies just about every quality someone like Gold would dread to see in someone in a position of power, and I honestly have no trouble envisioning her coming to regard Breezie with even less esteem than The Council. Insidious and nigh-on soulless as they were, The Council could at least be said to have something resembling principle guiding their actions, whereas Breezie, motivated solely by the philosophy of C.R.E.A.M., can have no such thing claimed of her.

Gold breaking through her usual skittishness and getting outright pissed about something was always going to be among the rarest of occasions, but damn if Breezie isn't just the type to bring that out of her! And this is all without considering that time she was perfectly willing to leave a child in mortal peril for her own profit. It was just the one time (far as we know...), but still!

For her part, all Breezie would likely see when first meeting Gold is just another peon to wring money out of, an assessment that would undoubtedly shift with utmost swiftness to “insufferable busybody” if they actually got to talking for more than a minute. Yet another wannabe do-gooder carrying on about caring about people's problems and making the world a better place, all the more obnoxious when coming from some hand-wringing twerp in a beach towel who can barely clamp down on her nerves for five seconds. It's not like the world ever did anything for her. She's just beating it at it's own game!

But really, that's just the surface level contention. Given how much of a habit self-mythologizing seems to be for Breezie, any circumstance that would see Gold encountering her would make it all but certain she'd learn about Breezie's ever so humble origins, and it's something I think Gold would find... hauntingly familiar. I'm almost inclined to think Gold would consider Breezie to have had it worse than she did. Both of them are certainly victims of circumstance, but where Gold had actual monsters behind her troubles, be it the literal one that stole her world from her or the figurative ones that manipulated her, Breezie's ills were so much more mundane. No great calamity, no tears in the fabric of reality, just a scared, starving little girl left to wallow in utter destitution.

It's how that little girl went about escaping those bitter circumstances, though, that would really throw Gold for a loop.

It's as we see in the comic; it wasn't until Sonic was already aways into his career of sticking it to Eggman that Breezie seemed to have any real opportunity to start reaching for something better, and it was only by falling in with the good doctor that she had that opportunity in the first place. It was only by recasting herself in something akin to Eggman's image, with a similar kind of larger-than-life bombast putting her at the forefront of attention by presence alone, that Breezie was able to achieve a greatness that she might not have found left to her own devices.

In a very real way and in a darkly fitting bit of irony, Eggman freed Breezie, and then, in the most fitting turn of all, she cast him aside in the same way that he made a pawn of her, going on to do something even Eggman himself can never seem to sus out; building an empire all her own without a single care for some pesky heros toppling the damn thing. Just about the only other Sonic villain that can claim to be as unassailable was Mogul back in the pre-reboot days, and Breezie didn't even need any mind control nonsense to pull it off!

That’s one-upmanship across two separate timelines, if you aren’t keeping track. And yet, where most anyone else might think they couldn’t be anymore on top of the world, even this doesn’t quite seem enough for Breezie.

Breezie couldn't have escaped her earliest circumstances any more thoroughly, but she hasn't really escaped them, has she? Whether it's the gleeful disdain she regards Sonic and company's heroics with, or how the extent of her concern for the world literally breaking apart was how she could turn it to her advantage and profit, there's a very... foundational sense of resentment underpinning everything Breezie does, at least as I've come to see it.

Clearly, she’s not entirely heartless, given how she’s perfectly happy to give a home to the robots Eggman tosses aside with seemingly no caveats. But it’s not really benevolence if you’re extending that kindness to just one group of people, is it? One has to wonder if she’s ever really given herself the chance to forgive the world for what she’d been through, or if she hasn't simply fooled herself into mistaking all that desperation and anger to be the driving force behind her success.

And it's this one single facet about Breezie that I think stands as the crux of why her and Gold encountering each other is such a compelling prospect to me, beyond just the clashing of principles that would be inherent to their interactions. Learning where Breezie came from, who she became because of it, I think it would leave Gold to reckon with the question of who, exactly, she wants to be. A question not so easily answered just because Gold’s one of the good guys, mind you.

Gold is a character that never ceases to fascinate me, and hell, Breezie's got plenty going on under the hood herself, something I'm sure you can appreciate if you were already familiar with her...

I could honestly go on, but this is long enough as is, and I've had to endure my brain fumbling over itself for the last month and a half getting this to a point I felt satisfied with. Case in point; I would’ve had this posted yesterday had I not started combing through it again to see if I could refine it any further.

As it stands, I think I'm just going to put all that on the shelf for a time and use what’s left of the month to try breaking myself of the habit of only popping in when I've got something "big" to say. Maybe find something else to obsess over for a bit. Cult of the Lamb looks pretty promising! Lot of stuff on the back burner I've been neglecting, too, and my headspace is long past due for some de-cluttering.

Best of luck on that, I guess!

#sonic the hedgehog #archie sonic #gold the tenrec #breezie the hedgehog

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11 Things A Woman Should Know About Her Heart

A woman is the heart of the family. Right from the kitchen cabinets to corporate desks, a woman knows it all. It is important to take care of her cardiac health. As we all know, the majority of women tend to ignore their health. Yes, many women are busy with hustle and bustle in daily life due to personal and professional work. This may lead to neglecting their overall health. One such health issue that is often neglected by many women is cardiac health. In such a case, it is important to raise awareness about women’s cardiac health.

In this context, GS Hospital, the best heart care hospital in Ghaziabad aims to spread awareness about heart health in women for a better life. The hospital is thetop heart care hospital in Ghaziabadwith a team of professional doctors and cardiologists who provide the best quality treatment for cardiac issues. They also focused on preventive treatment for cardiac healthcare which makes it the best hospital in Meerut.

In this blog, GS Hospital, thetop heart care hospital in UP has rounded up some amazing facts all women should know about their hearts. This will be an eye-opener for all women out there to take special care of their heart health by adapting to a healthy lifestyle. So, let's begin!

Importance of heart health in women

The majority of us do not think about our heart health. Well, it keeps on beating constantly 365 days a year, 24/7 non-stop without any break. This is important for our living. Moreover, the heart starts working even faster in women when chasing children or struggling to reach on time at the office. Well, it races faster during overwhelming situations like watching a horror movie.

Heart health in women must be given prime importance. Having a little bit of knowledge about what makes your heart happy and healthy is a must. This is a great way to stay in the best of health forever. Let us check out the top 11 things a woman should know about her heart in the next part of the article.

11 Things A Woman Should Know About Her Heart

Here are some important things every woman should know for a healthy heart

1. Stress can take a toll on health- So, take it easy!

Stress is a part of our daily life but it is important to deal with it in the right way. Chronic build-up of stress releases stress hormones also known as cortisol which can cause major pressure and inflammatory changes in the heart. Controlling stress levels is very important for a healthy heart.

2. Controlling blood pressure, sugar levels, and cholesterol levels is must for a healthy heart

Blood pressure, sugar levels, and cholesterol levels are important parameters for heart health. It is important to get these parameters checked regularly to prevent heart issues. Checking your blood pressure, blood sugar, and cholesterol levels will keep your metabolic syndrome issues under control.

3. Drink a good amount of water and keep your hydration levels at the best

Did you know that water is the best natural medicine to control blood pressure? It is important to take a good amount of water throughout the day. Water is the best detoxifying agent to remove all toxins and maintain a healthy lifestyle. Drink at least 12-15 glasses of water daily to boost your metabolism naturally.

4. Your waistline is directly connected to your heart health

Belly fat is a cause of concern for the majority of people as it may give rise to heart issues. Apart from focusing on weight loss, it is important to focus on fat loss. Belly fat also gives rise to metabolic issues which may further trigger fat deposition and cause further heart damage. It is important to stimulate fat loss by maintaining healthy muscle mass and bone density.

5. A healthy mind is the key to a healthy heart

Stress is toxic for the mind and body. A stress-free mind is a great way to maintain a healthy heart. You can indulge in yoga, meditation, exercise or simply walking to de-stress yourself. Walking every day for 45-60 minutes is the best way to reduce stress. Sweating releases happy hormones or endorphins which are great for the mind and the body.

6. Early detection of heart issues is just before it gets too late

Ensure to go for routine blood tests and regular check-ups to keep heart issues at bay. It is important to follow up with your doctor for a regular cardiac health check-up. Addressing the issues of blood pressure, cholesterol, and diabetes is a must before it gets too late.

7. Your heart needs rest

The heat does not stop beating at any point in time. It works non-stop even in sleep. Hence, it is important to have a sound sleep for a good 8 hours to allow the heart to rest. Keeping stress at bay is also important for a healthy heart.

Take out some Me-Time for yourself during the day with a tea or coffee break to re-energize. Moreover, it is important to take a break and go on holiday to rejuvenate yourself.

8. Hormones directly influence heart health

The majority of the women are hormone-sensitive. Yes! Thyroid is one of the common problems which is seen in female patients above the age of 40 years. If you have been suffering from thyroid, it is important to take your thyroid medications regularly as per your doctor’s advice.

Thyroid patients have a higher tendency of weight gain which needs to be controlled in the right manner. This is mainly due to reduced metabolism. Stress also causes hormones to go out of balance which may fluctuate thyroid hormone levels. These factors will directly affect heart health.

9. Your genetic and family health history matters

It is important to take note of your genetic and family history which matters a lot in the case of cardiovascular health. If you have a strong family history of hypertension, diabetes, or cholesterol, it is important to take preventive measures before it is too late.

10. Age is just a number! Switch over to a healthy lifestyle

Life begins at 40 and the problem with the heart also tends to begin at 40. This is very true! However, you can live a healthy and beautiful life at 40 by maintaining a healthy lifestyle for overall well-being. Ensure to maintain a healthy diet, exercise, hydration levels, and sound sleep for a healthy heart. Go completely stress-free to enjoy your life to the fullest. Focus on self-care which will make you feel happy and confident.

11. Heart disease is one of the leading causes of death in women

The commonly known heart disease is a heart attack caused by blockage of heart arteries. Yes! Medically, this is known as coronary heart disease which accounts for 1 in 4 women. Here, taking specific steps to keep heart issues at bay by adopting a healthy lifestyle is important. Keep track of a list of healthy lifestyle changes that you need to make in your daily life. It is important to monitor your lifestyle to implement these changes.

Conclusion

Stress has become part of our daily life not only for women but for all of us. It is important to keep a close check on cardiac health for better functioning of the body. GS Hospital, the best hospital in Hapur emphasizes the importance of cardiac health for one and all. As truly said, educate a woman and educate the entire family, GS Hospital aims to spread awareness among women about cardiac health through this blog. We hope to reach out to every woman in the nation to bring about a major change in cardiac health globally. GS Hospital completely understands the importance of the best physical and emotional health for a healthy heart. So, come forward and join hands with the top heart care hospital in Ghaziabad to spread a word of love for healthy hearts amongst all.

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