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bobbimorses · 4 years

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I saw you mentioning that Clint's personality/portrayal in more recent works has been done poorly. What sort of things do you want to see acknowledged/come back in the modern Hawkeye portrayal?

ok, i’m gonna refrain from embedding panels since this will be so long. skip to the bold for what i’d like acknowledged again because i first try to analyze what recent misinterpretations stem from before getting to your point. whoops!

currently, people seem to overwhelmingly portray clint in only these terms: coffee, catchphrases, and clueless. now that’s not to say that the man doesn’t drink coffee, or that he’s an omniscient super-genius, but that people have taken traits from one portrayal they recognize and run so far with it that it seems like that’s all he is.

i think this is because a lot of people have either misinterpreted the circumstances at play in fraction’s hawkeye, or only know of clint from fanon or decontextualized panels from that run and subsequent appearances

here’s what was happening in fraction’s hawkeye: clint was in a state of depression. fraction’s run took a lot of inspiration from hawkeye’s first solo series (v1), by gruenwald, where clint’s also shown in a rut. in both runs, his depression partially stemmed from his lack of belief/confidence in himself. in v1, it’s a betrayal that makes him doubt he’s worthy of being loved. in fraction’s hawkeye (v4), it’s the amalgamation of all the beatings he’s recently taken in the avengers that makes him doubt he’s worthy of being an avenger.

v4 immediately follows from clint being burned to an absolute crisp (then healed...but not instantly) in a big event, avengers vs. x-men, while facing the phoenix-possessed x-men, aka god-like powered beings. issue 1 of v4 opens with clint being completely wrecked in a fall while avengering. he’d also been killed and thrown around a lot of other major marvel events in a short time prior to all this. basically, he’s been painfully reminded of just how human he is among a bunch of gods and super soldiers. he can handle the pain, but he can’t handle that all the breaks and burns are reminders of his fragility, his humanness; how was he unable to stop them from happening? he starts to question his place in the avengers.

so what you see in fraction’s hawkeye? the moping, the mess of an apartment, the subsistence on pizza, coffee, beer and cereal, long periods of just being on the couch and wanting to nap, the occasional apathy and bewilderment at things happening around him? that’s depression. clint’s not on his A-game, he’s at a low point. unfortunately, a side-effect of v4′s popularity (it’s a well-made comic!) is a lot of people only know this side of clint; they don’t have the image of clint on a good day to “compare” against, and think “this is it.” but that’s not it; i think v4 is meant to show that even the most heroic can slip into apathy when sinking into depression. v4 is about clint finally accepting help from his friends, his neighbors, overcoming his indifference, and believing that not only is he the one that has to stop the villains, but that he can and will. because he’s hawkeye.

now onto what’s lacking in portrayals that misinterpret/represent clint:

jumping off from that doubt in his capabilities, clint has previously been shown to suffer from insecurities. his outwardly overconfident attitude was, in his beginnings, a mask for his low self-esteem and total self-reliance. of course he knew he was the earth’s greatest marksman, but was this enough to take on all these world-ending threats? eventually, after proving himself time and time again, he shed a lot of these insecurities. his confidence was more than earned. his cockiness also threw enemies for a loop: “look at this dude with a bow saying he’s gonna annihilate us. as if he-OH NO.”

now, he’s being portrayed in an inversion of that same strategy: he’s written as getting enemies to underestimate him by acting dumb, bumbling, a klutz. the problem with writing this as clint’s consistent strategy instead of an occasional usage is uninformed readers, or decontextualization, will have people thinking he’s actually like that. that’s why i miss clint being brash and overly-boastful to throw enemies off. he’s already “just a guy with a bow,” why does he need an extra layer of feigned incompetence if everyone already sees him as that guy?

he does have that lingering thought of “am i really good enough to be an avenger?” but he responds to it by trying to be even better, and that drive is what makes him excel, one of the best, worthy of the rank. that drive should always be present. it also makes him kind of competitive (though that’s also just for fun)

snark & attitude: clint’s also always been snarky. i wouldn’t say he’s at the level of spider-man in terms of constant quipping, but when clint and pete have fought together, they’ve given each other a run for their money. clint’s humor also has a sort of lovable jerk quality to it at times, because he’s very light-hearted about it. he’s got a certain levity about him, because you have to when you’re aiming an arrow at a dude made of steel. i’ve seen this quality slowly return to the comics, i think. on that same note, his belligerence with authority, though obviously now more mellowed, can come in little doses like questioning aspects of a plan/order. clint is a confrontation magnet and can be a real loudmouth, even if he’s fiercely loyal to his team.

street smarts! clint has always been clever and had out-of-the-box thinking because he had to scrap by in an orphanage, then a travelling circus (and have you ever played a carnival game?). he’s used his smarts to gather intel, infiltrate (break into) places, trick people, and defeat many a villain. and he’s not above cheating to do it. he literally defeated an elder of the universe, saving the entire defeated roster of the avengers and the universe, by pulling an old carny trick.

trickshots: the first elder of the universe he defeated was with a combination of his cleverness and a trickshot. i want more trickshots again! ricocheting shots, shots where he’s had to determine all the involved angles almost instantaneously in his head, just ridiculously pulled off shots from a distance or at difficult targets all really demonstrate clint’s skill. he didn’t and doesn’t do all that training to not be the best archer. speaking of...

training: clint regularly trains to maintain and hone his skills daily. this isn’t really an issue with current comics writing per se but some people seem to think he just sits around all day (and not just for a vacation). literally his whole shtick is training a skill so much that he’s on par with superhumans. c’mon, guys. relatedly, he’s also skilled in combat because he trained with cap (ronin skills!)

acrobatics: clint spent his adolescence in a circus and was always trying to get in the show, so you know he brushed up on acrobatics. clint and cap even did some gymnastics training in the early days. i want more flips that clint didn’t necessarily have any business doing when he could’ve just leapt around with much less flare, like the typical showman he is (tales of suspense did have this)

accent: this one’s more nitpicky, but i’d maybe like a return of a little bit of a lilt on his dialogue again. i know marvel phased out overly-phoneticized accents, but clint, orphaned carny that he is, always had a casual way of speaking, and i enjoyed how that was reflected in his written dialogue. dropped g’s in gerunds, d’s in and, shortened word combos, etc. it doesn’t have to be over the top, just touches where needed. this is a thing that was kind of present in fraction’s hawkeye, actually.

leadership: though it’s not like marvel denies clint ever led multiple teams (editorial wouldn’t let that happen), lately he’s sometimes written as if he doesn’t have this experience to draw from, and sometimes not. it’s a bit inconsistent. this isn’t to say clint has to be the leader at all times, he works well in a team in any capacity--just don’t shrug off the development and coordinating abilities he gained from his leadership

disaster?: i don’t fault situations where clint's going about the motions and suddenly everything around him is a disaster because when isn’t it with clint’s luck, dude once got cornered by like 10 supervillains in a sewer. and the man can make some bad decisions. but just remember how he’d respond to a disaster: thinking up a plan (or trying to on the fly), using all the resources at his disposal to conquer the problem, maybe insulting 5 people in the process, trying to wink after he gets stabbed

i’m not trying to disparage some people’s interpretations of certain aspects of clint, i’m just advocating against a misunderstanding or persistent misconceptions of clint as a character. he’s a character rich in development because he’s been kicking around continuity for over 50 years now. he went from screaming at cap like a grounded teenager to being offered the shield and rejecting it out of utter respect. he’s complicated in his experiences, his relationships, and many facets of his character, though his motivations can sometimes be simple (help people, show off, prove i can be be that good by being better). to whittle hawkeye down to one note would be a disservice to clint barton’s journey and evolution.

actually, here’s a panel:

#Anonymous #to be clear this is abt comics #this answer was almost as long as my conlaw exam #meta #i've had a compilation of panels mentioning clint training sitting in my drafts #it's so long there's just no text to it #also not to say 'every appearance of clint should be written based on this template from issue -13 from thunderbolts'#bc that's just restrictive #varied writing keeps things fresh #but like...there's layers #WAIT i forgot to talk about his relationships #bring back clint's close friendships #it's like a running joke now when he shows up for a few panels in something #and everyone's like 'ugh hawkeye's here'#stop!!!#at least no road home had him and wanda on a diner friend date

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incoherentbabblings · 6 years

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TimSteph Fanfic Recs

I was thinking about making a list the other day but then anon prompted me so clearly the time is right to make one of these. A lot of these authors have stuff which is worth checking out outside of the individual stories I’ve linked, so have fun, and add any that you love as well! It’s quite long so see the read more for full list! **Starred Fics are the Favourite of Favourites**

Oldies but Goodies

**Make This Go On Forever by boywonder_iii**

“Stephanie thought she was just imagining things when she saw the darkness in Tim, but the more and more she was with him, the more she realized he was slipping further towards the point of no return. Unbeknownst to him, she had something up her sleeve to keep that from happening.”

Set after Steph’s return and the Robin/Spoiler special, Stephanie goes to efforts to bring Tim out of his shell and be open with her once more.

Note: Straddles being an R to NC-17 rating, but it’s not too explicit. Sweet more than anything.

Adventures in Death Traps by faile_neume

Tim and Steph are stuck in a trap and shenanigans ensue.

This is just plain funny. A+ banter and usage of Tim and Steph saying c2007 lolcat meme jokes which I’m not sure is cringe or charming (I mean we have canon proof that Tim and Steph used to say pwned so I’m going with charmed)

The Antidote by aravistarkheena

Tim is poisoned and Steph stays with him until Bruce arrives with the antidote

Drugged confessions with angsty apologies and cuddles are good for the soul. Fic includes the wonderfully earnest line of “ “There is a place for Tim Drake,” she said fiercely, around her tears. “There is a place with me. Tim Drake belongs with me.” ” like URGH good stuff right there.

Rainy Nights by aravistarkheena

Tim has to walk home in the rain, feeling miserable until Steph cheers him up with bed snuggles

Sweet schmoop! Set after the above story but works completely independent of it if you just want to read cuddles in bed.

**Learning By Doing by iesika**

“There's a first time for everything.”

I’d argue this is the best smutty fic that TimSteph has...if you are looking for a definitive yes this is the full deal kinda schtick. This is explicit but also very vanilla. Just what you’d expect from these two’s first time. Includes Tim getting sidetracked by the type of bra Steph is wearing to the point of getting a tape measure and later sending her a proper good sports bra in front of her mum.

Ao3 Newbies

All The Ghosts That Bring Us by Downmimosaeyes

“It’s been a rough night,” he says, then after a moment’s pause clarifies delicately, “You’re hurt. Let me help.” Set at a handwavey point sometime after Steph's return from Leslie faking her death.

Includes Tim taking care of Steph after a difficult fight with Clayface. Shower cuddles and hair washing and gentle teasing from Tim about Steph’s choice of shower curtains and towels

Mosaic by Heartsfightforyourwrite

In an odd way, they found each other once more after falling apart. It wasn’t a matter of starting again on the holy grounds of their past, but rather, picking up the pieces of their broken devotion and hoping that an artist, or someone, could create some sort of mosaic masterpiece out of the mess.

A good look at how messy TimSteph got towards the end before Flashpoint, but also how that messiness means they fit so well together and with no-one else.

**Sorry That I Bruced You by quipquipquip**

He tied a purple ribbon around a brick and left it on her windowsill with a note that said: Want to catch a movie on Friday? - Alvin. Post Batgirl #24, Tim/Steph fluff.

The best TimSteph fic bar none. A totally believable and adorable way of getting the two back together after the end of their batgirl/red robin solo runs. The fic is chock a block with references to earlier issues and fan theories, such as the Dr Midnight actually being Red Robin that saved Steph from the Black Mercy, their date in Robin #111 and their first date ever to the cinema. It’s just...really good.

Countdown to a Bad Idea by Nimravidae

Stephanie has that feeling in her gut that says she's either about thirty seconds away from making a bad decision. It's the feeling she gets right before she jumps off a rooftop or into a den of criminals. Or when Tim Drake is standing too close.

Anther fic depicting them getting back together after their solos, but this time a little less smoothly. This one is explicit again, so be mindful when reading.

Slick by Merit

Why stop at one?

Just smut. Just pure absolute smut.

Hallways by fightforyourwrite

Things would be a lot less awkward if Stephanie wasn't wearing a dress shirt and shorts.

Steph tries to sneak around Wayne Manor after staying the night. This being Wayne Manor, she fails. Just adorable really.

Photograph by redbirb

A lazy morning with Tim & Steph

I am weak for bed snuggles you hear me! Weak! I confess it! Also a sweet callback to when Tim had actual hobbies, like photography.

Don't Wake by MeRascalJoy (DarkQuill)

*Spoilers for Detective Comics #940* This. THIS was Tim. Solid, warm, breathing, alive. Not disintegrated on some clocktower's roof.Just a dream. It had only been a dream. (A nightmare.)(Pre-52 Steph and Tim's "death." Alternatively, Steph has a nightmare and Tim comforts her in his own awkward way.)

Written just after Tim ‘kicked the bucket’ and has the gut punchiest ending. Thankfully as of the end of Tynion’s run the two have got their happily ever after (for now grumblegrumble) but at the time this was 100% pure ooOWWWww??!?!

Spoiled Again by WanderingJane

Tim would like everyone to know that he really hates catchphrases. (Please make her stop.)

Written during Batman Eternal and details what could have been the first meeting between Spoiler and Red Robin in the New52. Sweet as candy floss ending and to be honest my headcanon of their relationship before they got together proper by the beginning of Rebirth. Afterall, Red Robin met Steph in Batman Eternal, Spoiler and Red Robin may have met at a different time...

**Bird all Sing (as if they knew) by anonymous**

"How do you spell 'engagement'?" "Who are you texting?" "Tim."

Bruce get it into his head that Tim is going to propose to Stephanie at aged 19 after finding an big ass ring in his closet. Not quite a TimSteph focus fic, as Stephanie only appears through one text conversation with Bruce (and it is a golden conversation). The fic is more about Bruce’s inability to let Tim live his own life, pushing him to move back to the manor or go to college, whilst Tim is quite content to continue working at WE, getting joint tattoos with Steph and preparing to move from an apartment to a townhouse. Miscommunication leads to hilarity and arguments. Seriously this is one of the funniest batfam fics I have ever read, but also one of the more heartbreaking. Bruce means well, but can’t bring himself to actually ask about the ring, leading to him belittling everything about Tim’s existence in an effort to prove that he’s too young ‘to be making such big decisions’. Cass and Damian also make quick (hilarious) cameos. Not complete yet, but patiently waiting for the ending hinted at in the tags (no rush though anon, it’s glorious as is)

Midnight Talks, Chapter Six by ShariDeschain

Damian's family loves him. Sometimes they even say it (or come really, really, really close to say it, at least).

Like above, this is a fic less where TimSteph is the main focus, but rather this time it is Stephanie and Damian. Set during the Batman Reborn era, it takes a really good look at what a good influence Stephanie is on Damian. I’ve included this in this list a)because it is very good, and b) Damian’s attitude to Tim can be softened through Stephanie. There’s a fantastic conversation at the end regarding how Stephanie is viewed by Damian, and how Tim can be useful in this one (1) regard: if Tim marries Stephanie, then Damian can safely claim her as his sister. After that Tim is fair game for murder but-

Heroes and Thieves by starspatter

A story about second chances, healing, and having hope.

One of my fave things about the DCAU is the hints that Tim’s wife is Stephanie Brown (blonde, wears purple, knows all about his past adventures...yeah it’s Steph) and that they do get their happy ending. Set in the DCAU this covers Tim’s efforts to get on with his life after the Return of the Joker film, and how Stephanie plays a major role in this. A WIP, and only five chapters in, this story updates slowly but is well worth the wait, as it is already nearly 25,000 words long. Long TimSteph fics are a rare find, and this is shaping up to be the best of the bunch.

EDIT CAUSE I’M A FOOL A GODDAMN FOOL. Brick to the Face tumblr page.

Drabbles after drabbles of pure gold. Sweet through to humour to angst to a bit smutty, something for everyone there.

Thanks to Tynions efforts on Tec there are more TimSteph being written, especially ones where they aren’t the main focus, but are present in the background, which I am pleased to see more and more of. Where Tim and Steph appears, it’s a given that they are either together or love one another, or at the very least are each others closest friend. No more sweeping Steph under the rug because she’s inconvenient you hear me!

#fic rec #dc #tim drake #stephanie brown #timsteph #whoops this took longer than half an hour #there were lots to narrow down!#but these are the ones I can read over and over again #timsteph meta

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asctx · 7 years

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T*H*E I*M*A*G*I*N*A*L R*A*V*E

This is not so much about what raves are or aren't, than about what they MIGHT be.

So don't bother looking here for a rehash of the obvious: that raves are the latest thing in underground dance parties/about having fun/feeling good/Peace/Energy/Unity ... all of which IS true, needless to say, but there remains so much more to be said, so much more to BE!

CUT through the clouds of trendism and commercialization that attach themselves to any major new mutation in culture. What wants to be invoked (what I want to invoke--what I hope YOU want to invoke) is that imaginal, incandescent core out of which all the smoke & noise is generated; what a rave truly can be, for some people in some situations--what it could BECOME; and then, peeling away at the sides, ... falling off one by one, duller, flatter, greyer ... and ever so much more TAME ... all those would-be and almost-raves, unavoidable byproducts of anything too real.

An old Sufi saying has it that: "where there's counterfeit, there's true gold."

So next time you go to something that calls itself a rave but isn't, don't just write it all off; the real ones do exist, and why SHOULD they be so easy to find? And, after all, it's up to YOU to make them real.

Allright, we already know that raves are THE space-age tribal youth ritual, the return of the dionysian energy that first emerged in 50's rock 'n' roll and erupted in full force in the late 60's with the intertwining of music and psychedelic drugs. But the rave-current is itself only the more visible crest of something broader and deeper.It's no coincidence that it hits the States at the same time as a major resurgence of psychedelic usage.

You can take the toying with neo'60's motifs--day-glo, flowers, smiley faces, flares--as mere fashion recycling by a generation born largely post-Summer of Love. Or you can see these themes as the instinctual recovery of a project left hanging, next breath after a two decade-long lull. Or you can go ever furthur--and why not!?--and see "the 60's" as only one recent intrusion within the Flatland of (take a deep breath now) Gravity-Bound-Domesticated-HumanoidIndustrial Civilization (got that?) of a future that is already happening, a future that beckons us towards itself and sends its echoes spiralling back through the dark and narrow tunnels of terrestrial time to make itself come true...

But only with your help, of course!

Picture a wave forming on the horizon, a big one (talking late 50's, early 60's): the psychick surfers coasting out there, beatniks, nonconformists, oddball academics bored with the small town life at the shore and all its dismal soap-opera games, looking for something to carry them away into a wilder, richer world; the first swells of energy carry with them a tide of psycho-active algaes...

HOFFMAN/HUXLEY/BURROUGHS/GINSBURG/WATTS/LEARY/ALPERT/KE SEY & CO., issue their first reports and manifestoes; munching on the junk food of the gods, our proto-mutants are initiated into the mysteries of the Vortex; they come back to the cardboard facades of Main Street with their evocations of kaleidoscopic infinity, eyes lit with the light of alien suns. Their news answers a gnawing hunger among so many trapped within the greypastelboxroutines of the industrial-consumer-democratic hive; More, they activate dormant circuits of the hive's nervous system, and spawn a burst of deviance: forms of rebellion less interested in disputing what varieties of greypastelboxroutines are preferable and what's right and wrong for everybody, than in setting up scouting parties for heading out to sea...

Underline the word parties.

Dosed to the gills, beatniks in existential black mutate into rainbow-hued hippiedom. Up with the Flower Children, hedonistic and 'escapist'--so called because they withdrew from the arena of domesticated primate aggro-sports known as 'politics' in favor of actually learning about the infinite kingdoms within their own body and nervous system. Drop into the Haight, turn off powertrips, tune out conformism and competition.

Meltdown ensues. All the accelerated bondings through Be-Ins, LoveIns, communes. Awash in the incense of oriental exoticism and occultist bric-a-brac, a renaissance of the spirit decks itself out in raiments of psychic kitsch. And how much can we fault them, really, if their Love&Peace trip undercut itself by becoming a denial of the Darkness; after all, they are there for us to learn from.

But just as everyone is tumbling about in the cosmic froth, anticipating revolution or millenium tomorrow afternoon at the latest, the Wave suddenly evaporates beneath them. No, the Earth Egg didn't quite hatch yet, ...just some initial stirrings. And so the children of the Vortex find themselves hurtling through the air like Wil E. Coyote, wrapped up in all their newfound lifestyles, but the vital juice is gone, and it all becomes so tame and lame so quickly, and in any case, a lot of people couldn't handle the intensity so it comes time to settle back into a safe routine, in some cases lay the ground for those who come after; & all around are the Mr. Jones' of many guises, panicked at the imminent collapse of Normalville; some however take their chance to cash in on what they can of it, a lot of others are wholly freaked, and thus begins a Counter-Reformation. One the one hand, a retreat from direct encounter with the Abyss crystallizes into the New Age, and on the other, it's back to the Bible, dumb drugs, white-bread, and Family Values. And all the hipsters left posing without a clue, all the burnouts/fuckups/addicts & victims of some invisible multidimensional boogeying elephant; over there in the ivy towers, the blind men scribble their learned tomes, dissecting some stray paisley footprints; but something far stranger has happened, and its awfully hard to make out just what till the next, bigger cousin of that wave starts to surface offshore.

Meanwhile even many devotees of the Vortex ascribe it to the decline in quality of their psychoactive goodies, mistaking the portal for the vista beyond (but how do you enter the vista without the portal? hmmm...BE THY VISION! a distant curl of the Vortex whispers back).

Credit it all to upsurges of the Gaian mind, long-schemed scams of the giggling DNA-consciousness, or the flotsam & jetsam cast down by That Transcendental Novelty Item at the End of Time; choose your metapors--the more the merrier; but there's a mystery-in-process that all the nice rationalistic analyses will never get at: here I'll echo a point once made by Mr. Leary: the most subtle form of conservatism is that which views the present only through the prism of the past!

And yes, (to those for whom it's not patently obvious), IT'S HAPPENING AGAIN.

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At the heart of the rave is a modern, technologically clad form of non-verbal, ecstatic communion. The ethos of openness, sharing, intimacy, touch and empathy--not to mention the pure intensities of trance itself--facilitated by the use of LSD & MDMA (hey, the fact that you have to take these things to loosen up is a sign of just how far down & lost we all are!!), in tandem with the all-night long pulsation of bodies to the same sound source, can and does create a context where layers of armoring and conditioning are shed, where those willing can find the joyful and mysterious realm of their bodies free of oh-so many enculturated ego-trips and bullshit, ... while also opening the "post-terrestrial" circuits of their psyches. (Whew! Pause, return to beginning of paragraph, read again slowly.)

In other words, a safe space where we can be as weird as we want to be.

A collective molting ritual for the new species.

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Or take it from another angle: compare the rave-thing to a chemical reaction: a half-dozen ingredients (make your own list), inert & ordinary in the normal course of things; but combine them in right proportions, at the right time and place, apply the CATALYST (& what what THAT be?) and BOOM!, you've set off an explosion, a chain reaction producing ENERGY, LOTS OF IT, and in that process a dynamic that continues to transform many of the starting ingredients into new & unknown qualities. No question, of course, that bystanders can look in from the skeptically, and reduce it all back to something familiar: escapism, consumerism, fashion parade, whatever. But we'll leave them to their nervous calculations...

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OK, so you want a schoolbook definition of TECHNO-SHAMANISM, that catchphrase everybody likes to invoke but no one seems to be able to actually explain? Prepare to jump levels: As the individual shaman/ess evicts demons and excises magical darts from the sick person through a mixture of magickal sound & motion, so on the level of the diseased and crisisridden 'global village' raves aim to heal the collective body by shaking it loose of its neurotic fixations and death-fetishes.

EXORCISM THROUGH DANCE.

Unhooking the talons and shadowy webs of control. A physical unlearning of a few thousand years worth of BAD HABITS.

Learning to be at once a little more human and a little more alien.

Healer, leader, visionary, outcast: the shaman/ess' role is multifaceted, both at the center but also relegated to the margins of the community; the use of sound and/or psychoactive compounds are central to shamanism. The shaman/ess chants, hums, drums and dances as a way of programming hir voyage into the "spirit realms" (aka hyperspace), as well as of healing the mind and body of others, ... all on a more face-to-face, way lo-tech scale, of course.

So there, chew on that for a while.

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It's a pretty sad but predictable fact that self-professed "radicals" have been oblivious to this phenomenon, just because it seems to emanate out of NITEKLUBLAND; too bad--when will they figure out that all social alienation is ultimately grounded in an alienation from the body--that realm of nature closest to us but oh-so far away. Their heroine Emma Goldman once proclaimed to the grim socialist militants of her day: "If I can't dance in your revolution I want no part of it."

And what if dance could be a modality of social change?

A heretical thought, no doubt. "Free your ass and your mind will follow," so said George Clinton. But hey, he was just another crass capitalistic rock star, right?

Not to rescusitate, however, that burdensome word, Revolution. Scratch the R, hilite the E. Quote an obscure graffito from a wall in Paris, May 1968: "This is not a Revolution but a Mutation." And say rather, TAZ. Temporary Autonomous Zone.

Like the TAZ, the rave is wild, nomadic, outside the maps of Power. At its best, the rave opens onto a realm of free-form behavior and perception, one in which there is no hierarchy, no leaders or followers, at most the dj and the light-show artists. (Hopefully benign--be careful who you leave your sensorium with!)

...Not unlike the Situationist International's notion of the "situation" (sorry, I just had to drag them in here!), a space of liberated interactions... but where the participants are the art and the show, the synergy between them all the event (or event horizon?). If the insurrection was supposed to realize itself in a festival, we might ask, why shouldn't the festival turn into an insurrection--an insurrection of Love?

Anyone who has been part of a REAL rave, if only once, briefly, knows that its insane, insanely beautiful ferocity is something that exceeds all the contrived parlour-games that pass for alternatives, social or political. The mere fact of this ferocious hedonism is, without words or slogans, A REFUTATION OF DOMESTICATED EXISTENCE.

So FUCK IT if most of this California rave-scene is still ensnared in niteklubbism. Invade the pseudo-raves, instigate roving micro-raves. Doesn't take more than a ghetto blaster and a handful of courageous revellers to start a rave on any streetcorner or park, see how long it takes to catch..., or to be shut down...

THIS is OUR form of protest--our style of dance is angry and combative as well as loving and celebratory; to free our bodies first from the rotting carcass of history,,,

...and from there, ... who knows where we'll go?

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Prediction: a few years down the road, the rave-scene will be looked back on as the primary networking mechanism for the tribes of starfarers.

But if ravers can't clean up after themselves, how are they going to clean up the planet?

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DANCE

If you had to have JUST ONE metaphor for it all to live by and through, wouldn't that just be it. The spiral dance of life...so it sounds cliched, but cliched only in words, in words...

DANCE

but (& rave-friends can detour here for a sec, these are words for those who've never raved and long stopped going out to

DANCE

DANCE, --this kind of dance--is FREEING MOTION. Not just moving to the beat but letting the beat help you throw off all the constricted robotic movements that have been imprinted into your heart, your eyes, your ears, your arms, your ass, your dreams, by all the tricks, traumas & seductions of society; and find the REAL YOU; dancing with the world, but dancing off the consensus-trance, that narrow greyout rightangle robotic updown freezeframe pseudoreality.

Raves signal the return to Western culture of sacred dance. A dance that balances discipline with excess, ecstasy with focus. Look at the three great Monotheisms that have pretty much defined our psychosomatic matrix: Judaism, Christianity, Islam: none of them possess any tradition of Sacred movement; they have all been scared shitless of the Body, and have instituted its repression in a thousand and one subtle ways. How appropriate that the advent of a spiritualized form of movement to the center of Civilization should present itself in a totally decadent, seemingly profane form. And people wonder why raves are actively suppressed back in the UK? Raves represent the primal life-force suppressed so long ago it remains only a dim but real memory.

And let's get this out of the way too: dancing on a decent dose of a psychedelic is something else again: communing with the animal spirits encoded into the depths of your skin, letting them out of their millenial cages. Learning how you can be each of them when you need to be; and its also about learning how to fly, how to turn yourself inside out into a spinning glowing disc, though that's a little harder ... and then, once we've got that under our belts, we can do it TOGETHER.

It's been said before, but not clearly enough: UFOS R US.

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So what if all this prepacked ravitis costs too much. Don't leave it to them and whine about how commercialized it all is: THROW YOUR OWN! AND MUTATE IT WHILE YOU'RE AT IT!

So some of the dinosaurs may not be happy seeing their way of life superseded and want to stamp out those noisy critters scampering between their feet; more intelligence and greater manoueverability will be our response. Haven't we gotten sick enough of the EnemyProduction Line?

Social transmutation can be fun too, right? There's fun, safe vapid alcoholic-nicoteine hedonism, letting off steam so you can return to Monday; and then there's fun that aims high, fun allied with Will. The path of disciplined excess (??).

But watch this--all those scouting parties of the future will be known by their capacity to throw great parties--and pioneer partying as a way of throwing off the legacy of the miserable Dominator culture we've all had to grow up in.

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RAVERS, look a little ways forward: have you wondered yet what happens once you're burnt out after a year or two of intensive raving, once you've lost half your hearing, the beats become stale, and the Energy has leaked away. Where, what then?

Define the rave for me.

What does the verb TO RAVE really mean to you?

But first let's list all the stuff that seems to go with it: Acid/techno/deep house music; dancing from dusk to dawn; hi-tech light shows; lollipops, floppyhats, dayglo pendants, smart drinks; $15-20 tickets; zillion gigagawatts sound-systems; X,a cid, nitrous and 2CB; goofy outfits, sexy bodies; so many inane and beatific smiles...

SHALL we ask together: just what is the essence of a rave?

Suppose, just for a second that we subtract one by one each of the above accessories. Stretch your imagination to the limit, and take away even, yes, even THE MUSIC; till all we have left are the people, all those people who have found each other in this beat, in these hidden gatherings, but without the beat, just heartbeat, pulserate, breath, ... AND THE EXCHANGE OF LOVE-ENERGIES (isn't that what sex is, ultimately?) and each other's presence ... Radiant and revelling in our unearthly beauty ... so here we are: much as we adore it, do we really need the dance music to affirm our commonality, the patent fact that we are siblings of the the same spiritual family who through the raves have managed to find one another and in that finding remember who each of us truly is, orphan child of eternity. Do we need to confuse the rave with the quality of our common presence, our moving-loving together; can't we take the essence of the rave, freed of all the externals we associate with it, transfer and apply that energy elsehwere, to just about anything...?

It comes down to a challenge, a challenge posed in that leap from normal space to hyperspace that kicks in when the 'rave' really starts to rave: those altered moments when each of us in being truest to our uniqueness enters into a harmonious whole; elusive as this may be, it calls out, and asks to be realized in every moment of our lives; it asks for creation, CREATION OF LIFE, for the nurturing of real communities that last deeper & longer than a few hours on the dancefloor.

That creative energy, apply it not just to your style of dress but to your style of BEING. Free eros & intimacy from the shackles socially-inherited sexualities (gay vs, straight, male vs. female), from monogamy and the neurotic fixation on genital sexuality:

YES, CELEBRATE your arrival here at last after a long trek, but don't forget, this is only the point of departure. These parties are our loading docks and shipyards. (And there is Work to be done: enough healing & cleaning for us all.) Here is where we will build not just a House, but a ship of dreams, a starship. Woven out of LOVE. CHAOS. LAUGHTER.IMAGINATION. WILL.

And embark; post-nuclear families setting sail out along the unwinding multi-dimensional origami strands of alternity...

Our motto:

UTOPIA OR BUST.

#tribal donut #the imaginal rave

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You've heard 'dilly dilly' in commercials for a while during NFL games, but what does it mean?

Thank you, Bud Light, for introducing this phrase into the national consciousness.

“Dilly dilly!” You can’t escape the ubiquitous catchphrase from Bud Light’s current ad campaign.

We’re keeping track of the “dilly dilly” commercials during the Super Bowl broadcast. So far, with 4:17 left in the first quarter, we’re at one.

The commercials are set in some sort of Game of Thrones-esque universe and feature people saying the same insipid phrase over and over again. Bud Light even made a special version for the underdog Eagles after they secured their bid to face the Patriots in Super Bowl LII.

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“Dilly dilly” seems to be this fictional world’s version of “cheers,” and it’s generally connected to an actor giving someone some Bud Light.

It kind of makes sense. Let’s go to the dictionary: Merriam-Webster defines the word “dilly” as meaning something “that is remarkable or outstanding.” So if you love Bud Light — let’s all just suspend our disbelief and act like that’s a thing that’s actually possible in real life — this seems like an OK way to react to someone bringing you a beer that tastes like water that just happens to be 4.3 percent alcohol by volume.

The phrase first entered the national consciousness in August, when the original commercial in this series, entitled “Banquet,” aired.

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In the spot, loyal subjects come to the king bearing gifts. Those gifts are increasingly larger quantities of Bud Light. The subjects are deemed “true friends of the crown” and everyone cheers them with cries of “dilly dilly” — except for the last guy, who brings the king a “spiced honey mead wine that I’ve really been into lately.”

Well, that doesn’t sound like Bud Light, and the king isn’t having any of it. The gentleman who was impudent enough to bring some kind of craft brew to the party instead of Bud Light is escorted directly to the Pit of Misery at the king’s command. The crowd approves of that turn of events, as they cheer the king’s proclamation with yet another “Dilly dilly!”

So that’s why your dad and Susan from accounting and that guy from your fantasy league just won’t stop saying “dilly dilly.” But what does this maddeningly overused phrase really mean, according to the folks behind the Bud Light campaign?

The short answer is: Not a damn thing.

Miguel Patricio, the chief marketing officer for Anheuser-Busch, told Business Insider’s Graham Flanagan that it can mean whatever you want it to mean.

“‘Dilly dilly’ doesn’t mean anything. That’s the beauty of it,” Patricio said. “I think that we all need our moments of nonsense and fun. And I think that “dilly dilly,” in a way, represents that. A lot of people asked me, “How did you approve that?”

The ad didn’t test well with focus groups, according to Patricio, so it’s a fair question. The concept of the ad was based loosely around the popularity of Game of Thrones, and even though people didn’t seem to love it in the test phase, Anheuser-Busch went ahead anyway.

“We said, ‘Consumers will get it,’” Patricio said.

And people apparently do get it. This thing has gone all the way viral. Bud Light shared with SB Nation that there have been over half a million mentions of “dilly dilly” on Twitter since the first spot launched.

Anheuser-Busch loves the popularity — even when it comes to unlicensed merchandise.

“We want everybody to ‘dilly dilly’ in their life, so no problem,” Patricio said.

Everybody does seem to be dilly dillying. You can even place a prop bet on how many times the word “dilly” shows up during the Super Bowl LII broadcast. The over is 12.5, and the line is -130. Bear in mind that this particular prop bet centers around the word being used just once instead of the double usage of the catchphrase.

Bud Light is a major player in the Super Bowl commercials realm every year. Last year’s was a touching tribute to its co-founder, Adolphus Busch, and what it took to establish what is now a cornerstone of American brewing as an immigrant from Germany. Their Super Bowl 50 ad was a lighthearted fake campaign ad with comedians Amy Schumer and Seth Rogen.

This year, unsurprisingly, it’s “dilly dilly.”

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10 Hilarious Full House Memes That Are Too Funny | ScreenRant – Screen Rant

The childhood of three girls raised by three men in 1980s/1990s San Francisco was captured in popular sitcom Full House. It brought us plenty of happy memories over the years, from “You got it dude!” and “How rude!” to heartfelt moments and difficult life lessons.

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Born from this memorable series were plenty of catchphrases, a great cast of characters and deep-rooted family values. Current generations are rediscovering the series, especially with the release of the revival Fuller House on Netflix, which has once again made the series popular. From all this content, a vast variety of memes have been produced, these 10 of which are just too funny.

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10 Remember Uncle Jesse?

Jesse (John Stamos) was undoubtedly one of the best characters in the show. His rebellious rocker attitude and his obsession with his hair, alongside his dreamy “Have Mercy!” moments, were too much for some of us to bear.

What makes this meme so funny is that it could almost be real. Alice Cooper is obviously the rocker musician on the right and a young John Stamos on the left but it’s feasible. We can see the character of Jesse looking like Alice Cooper these days, but as we’ve seen on the revival, Jesse’s looking a little less rocker lately. Seems like an opportunity lost there.

9 The Original Duck Face

Let’s face it: we’re already laughing. We’re already picturing the episode and playing it out in our minds. Stephanie (Jodie Sweetin) teases Walter alongside her classmates, calling him “duck face”, and when Jesse finds out, he gets his niece to call Walter and apologize.

Unfortunately for Stephanie, she gets teased by her classmates for doing the right thing, until she reminds them of the painful teasing they themselves have endured (in true Full House fashion). As much as we hate to admit it, we can see why Walter was teased so badly…really, “duck face” is just too perfect a description for his look.

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8 How Rude!

Definitely one of Stephanie’s most remembered catchphrases, we’re glad to see this in meme form.

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Whenever Stephanie was offended or otherwise slighted by another character, you could bet she’d be exclaiming “How rude!” at some point. It was too adorable. Now, it’s become a good catchphrase for adults who need to say something cleaner than what they actually want to say…

7 Cut. It. Out.

Joey Gladstone (Dave Coulier) is the master of plenty of things. Voices, puppets, physical comedy. He was the Full House character that made us laugh the most with his Rocky and Bullwinkle impressions and his faithful companion, Mr. Woodchuck (who always wanted to know if things were made out of…wood).

One of the funniest things he ever did was his cut-it-out bit in which he’d say the words and have accompanying hand gestures. Meanwhile, we’re busy trying to perfectly imitate cut-it-out for our own usage.

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6 Hey DJ…

Some protest was met with the announcement of the debut of Fuller House. Mostly because it wouldn’t include Mary-Kate and Ashley Olsen, the famous twins that portrayed the youngest daughter, Michelle Tanner.

People had a hard time imagining the show without the iconic character, who coined the terms “You got it dude!” and “You’re in big trouble mister!”, among others. That’s what makes this meme so funny; DJ is virtually telling Michelle she can come back anytime. Audiences would surely be happy to see Michelle Tanner return, even if only for a single episode.

5 Full House?

Everyone knows Kimmy Gibbler (Andrea Barber), the strange and none-too-bright neighbor that was DJ Tanner’s best friend. This meme is funny because not only does it accentuate Kimmy’s personality, but it also takes the title of the show and incorporates it as part of the joke.

RELATED: 10 Best Episodes Of Full House (According To IMDb)

Many things are too complicated for Kimmy; we can imagine a game of poker being one of those things.

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4 Auntie Becky…No Way!

Aunt Becky, played by Lori Loughlin, was a fan-favorite. She was a co-host on Danny’s (Bob Saget) show, and she later married Uncle Jesse. She became close with her three nieces and became their mother figure, offering advice on anything from boys to make-up.

Becky was from Nebraska and was portrayed as wholesome, thoughtful and kind. In real life, Lori Loughlin is now involved in a college scam that has landed her in serious trouble. A meme like this with Michelle’s reaction…accurate.

3 You Got It, Dude!

It was adorable the way Michelle would say this to just about anyone and include a thumbs-up. It’s no wonder this became not only the best-known catchphrase of Michelle but also one of the best-known catchphrases of the show itself.

RELATED: 10 Things That Make No Sense About Full House

It’s the perfect response to just about anything, and we’ve since adopted the catchphrase into pop culture and within our own lives. How could we not? We’ve got it, dude!

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2 The Biggest Burn In Full House

Isn’t it funny how sometimes we miss what’s right in front of us? Many people didn’t catch this insult of Stephanie’s the first or even the second time through, but it was worthy enough to make a meme out of it.

We all know of the rivalry held between Kimmy and Stephanie; Stephanie always found a way to insult Kimmy, and it usually went over Kimmy’s head…or Kimmy would absolutely fail in her attempts to insult Stephanie in the same manner. In any case, this was a significant insult on Stephanie’s part, to the point where it’s downright devious. Read closely, you’ll see why.

1 Morning As A Kid…Versus Morning As An Adult

As a kid, you couldn’t wait to get up and start the day. You were Michelle, full of life, energetic and containing pure childlike excitement. You wanted to play and have fun.

Unfortunately, as the years go by, that youthful bounce in the morning tends to fade some as responsibilities grow and stress increases. You’re more than happy to stay in bed and watch movies and practically do nothing all day. This meme is the most relatable, and the most hilarious on this list, for that reason. We’re with Stephanie on this one; bad hair day and all.

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So I’m playing Hyperdimension Neptunia Re;Birth 2, and it’s pretty good, but...

The translation is doing everything in its power to make me stop having fun.

Good god, the translation is bad. So bad, in fact, that I simply cannot view it as professional work.

Now, to his credit, the translator does approach his job from a perspective I can respect. Rather than give a rote “what does the Japanese say” translation, like so many amateur and professional translators do, he instead asks himself this for each line: “What would be the appropriate English for character X to say in situation Y to get Z point across?” The problem is that not only does he do a terrible job of answering this question, he often gets so carried away that he forgets to ask it in the first place.

See, he commits the same mistake he did in the first game: changing the tone of a line/scene or otherwise misrepresenting what the game’s creators intended. He adds humor where it doesn’t belong, changes jokes into meta-jokes (Underling “hitting the spawn cap” for the Killachines, a guard qualifying his youth in “non-anime years”), and pushes a character’s gimmick farther than even the original Japanese did (Red mentions her “wifeys” more often than she should). He even sometimes changes character dialogue to be a lot more sarcastic, incisive, and biting than it should be. In Chapter 2, after they meet the fake Chika and IF expresses her suspicions of her, Compa is supposed to gently rebuke her for judging a new acquaintance based on preconceived notions. Instead, the translator has her scold IF for holding “Chika” up to “[her] own lofty standards.” That’s WAY too cutting of a statement for Compa to make. If it were Kei, I could believe it, but Compa, everyone’s favorite desu girl, would not say something like that. And she certainly didn’t in the Japanese.

Then there’s Nepgear. Poor, sweet Nepgear. What did the translator do to you, you innocent little creature? She got mangled so far beyond belief that I have to completely ignore her translations - only listening to the Japanese voice clips - if I want to retain any ability to like her. As if changing the other characters’ nicknames for her wasn’t enough - IF calls her “Gear” instead of “Nepgear,” Rom calls her “Miss Nepgear” instead of “Nepgear,” Neptune calls her “Nep Jr.” instead of “Nepgear,” and Compa calls her “Ge-Ge” instead of, say, “Geary” - actually, you know what? No!

In what universe does it make sense for Compa to call her freaking “Ge-Ge?” I can only assume that the translator wanted to mimic “Nep-Nep,” but here’s the thing: there’s a reason why the Japanese didn’t do that. Wanna know why? Because it sounds stupid! Even for Compa! Seriously! “Ge-Ge.” Good god. Just- just call her “Geary.” Why are you so afraid of trusting the developers’ judgment?!

So anyway, as if changing the other characters’ nicknames for her wasn’t enough, the translator decided to give her “modern” and “trendy” dialogue. Everyone else has this to some degree too, but you’ll often see Nepgear use words such as “BFF,” words that fell out of common usage over a decade ago. I know this is a port of a Vita game, but come on. These words were dead even long before the original game came out. And even if they weren’t, adding trendy dialogue is not a good thing. The key to making a good character is to make them timeless - identifiable with anyone, no matter how much time has passed since the game came out. Fad language only points out more heavily - both to contemporary and future players - how dated the game is.

Then there’s that other thing. Yeah, you know the one. You know what Nepgear needed, despite the original developers sensibly not doing it? A catchphrase. Oh my goodness! What the goodness? Goodness! This is pushed extremely hard, to the point where every time I see this word put into Nepgear’s mouth (which is multiple times in nearly every Nepgear scene), it’s all I can do not to slam my headphones down in disgust, storm out of my room, and scream. I wish I was exaggerating. I am ACTUALLY overcome by this urge whenever the translator makes this horrible, infuriating decision. What in the name of all that is chicken made the translator decide that this was anything other than the worst idea ever conceived by man?

See, I understand the temptation to emphasize how pure, innocent, and overall angelic Nepgear is. It is her one defining feature. But there’s something far more important than that: making her relatable. Yeah, this goes back to that “timelessness” thing I was just talking about. Nepgear is the player’s window into the world. The player has to be able to connect to her and self-insert in order to be engaged. That way, Nepgear’s hardships become the player’s hardships, and her triumphs become the player’s triumphs. Just look at Link - people get so invested in his games and worlds, and yet not having a defined personality just so happens to be his most iconic character trait. And the protagonist of literally any Pokemon game: they never say a single word, but the player becomes them. You’re not controlling the character - you are the character.

That’s not to say protagonists need to be silent or devoid of personality in order to be self-insertable and relatable. Look at Sora, from Kingdom Hearts: he connected to the player by remaining optimistic and going on a journey to save his friends, a sentiment easy to sympathize with. As such, the player could have a blast exploring fantastical worlds and fighting imaginative enemies on a grand old quest to fight the powers of darkness. Look at Cecil, from Final Fantasy IV: he was struggling with the discrepancy between his own moral values and his prime authority figure’s actions, prompting him to question his allegiances and life choices. That is an incredibly human struggle! As such, not only could the player identify with him, but the player could simultaneously be impressed by the character’s redemption arc. We could simultaneously be the protagonist and watch him - admire the story from both the inside and the outside.

But in this translation, you can do neither. Giving Nepgear a catchphrase, something real people don’t actually have, only serves to distance her from the player. In the Japanese, Nepgear talks like - get this - a normal human being. She doesn’t overuse “goodness.” She doesn’t talk of “BFFs.” She doesn’t refer to boobs as “boobies” (seriously, what is she, a toddler?). She is a normal girl (well, as normal as a goddess can be) feeling the pressure of standing in her sister’s shadow, yet she still ventures out to save the world, despite her insecurities. She’s a brave, optimistic protagonist with a pure heart. Pretty easy to relate to, don’t you think? Well, too bad. You’re not allowed. Get out of her body, you pervert. You have to stand back and watch from afar as she shoots memes and goodnesses down your throat, whether you like it or not. You’ve got some nerve, thinking you’re allowed to be a participant in this adventure, rather than a spectator.

Oh, and it’s not like other characters get a free pass, either. I get that Ram is a child, but it’s silly to have her call everyone “dummy.” I don’t know what children the translator hangs around, but I at least know that none of the children I know (and I’ve worked at a church’s summer camp, so I know quite a few) don’t call anyone and everyone “dummy.” Also, it’s extremely out of character for her to constantly call Rom stupid. Yes, she’s a bossy, self-centered brat, but she does care for Rom in her own way. It’s why she attacked Underling and the protagonist brigade. Her attitude should be “Rom just doesn’t know better,” not “Rom’s an idiot.” There’s a big difference there, and the translator failed to grasp it.

And returning to the fake Chika, Underling was actually not doing a terrible job of acting as her. The only giveaways were her voice, her lack of knowledge, and her decisions. Still, that was enough to make it obvious to the player that we were actually dealing with everyone’s favorite boss battle. But the translation decided to ham it up and make her slip into her normal speech patterns, despite the Japanese version consistently maintaining Chika’s elegant, refined demeanor. This is less of a “how dare you moment” and more of an “oh, come on” moment, though.

And I’m only just at the beginning of Chapter 5 so far, but I see a dismayingly large amount of the word “heavens” in Vert’s dialogue. This is a little more forgivable because she’s a minor character in this game, but- again, come on.

But you know what the saddest part is? I haven’t even scratched the surface of all the translation’s problems. I haven’t even mentioned how “the Hard” characters are now “CFW” characters, joining “CPU,” “HDD,” and “Arfoire” in the list of “what were they smoking” decisions. I haven’t even mentioned the concert at the end of Chapter 2, which was an abomination of otaku culture references, not only displaying a very shallow understanding of otaku culture (despite the Japanese’s clear understanding), but also inserting words like “otaku,” “moe,” and “tsundere” where they didn’t exist before. I haven’t even mentioned how there are several moments where the translator decides he clearly knows better than the developers and just rewrites lines wholesale, with no regard for the tone or concepts that the original line was going for. I’ve even kept screenshots of the truly abominable bastardizations of all that is holy, naming them with the Japanese line to truly showcase the idiocy of this translator - though one of them I simply named “thereisnogod.png” out of pure, utter despair.

All in all, this translation reeks of an incompetent - probably N3 or lower - translator who thinks he’s the smartest person in the room and can do no wrong. He’s a classic example of the Dunning-Kruger Effect (that’s the one, right?). And if I looked through the credits, I could probably find his name. If he’s credited as anyone other than Alan Smithy, then that would mean he’s proud of his job. He looked at the completed game and said, “Yes. I did good.” I mean, despite this list of grievances, there are a FEW well-done moments, but those are the exception, not the rule.

I’ll close this post out with a confession that I don’t know much about the localization industry. Perhaps some of these bad decisions weren’t the translator’s fault. Maybe someone higher up said, “Give Nepgear a catchphrase” or “add more self-referential humor.” Either way, though, someone is to blame, and whoever this decision-maker is, he has displayed a profound lack of understanding not only of what it means to translate, but also of storytelling in general. Because in the original Japanese, this game’s storytelling is a vast improvement on the first game’s - but that’s a post for another time.

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