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tinydeskwriter · 3 months

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Hi! Can you write something with Carlos? After yesterday's events... I need to read something to cope, idk☹️☹️

You're Carlos Fucking Sainz

A/n: this is just a little something, a domestic moment after the bombastic news, Y/n trying to be there for her man. I was so sad for Carlos, I think this is the cuntiest Ferrari move ever, it's sure to make things unconfortable this season. It's not something particulartly big or elaborate, because I wasn't sure what you wanted, but I hope you like.

“Amore,” the Spaniard is surprised to hear the soft voice calling him, blocking his cell phone screen and placing it on the coffee table, turning to his girlfriend standing in the doorway.

Y/n arrived in Madrid three hours after the news was posted and a fifteen-minute call with her boyfriend left her heartbroken. She was lucky to have an extensive network and such a competent PA who managed to get her on a flight back home in record time—even if that meant she had to travel coach from Milan.

“Carinõ, what are you doing here?" The man got up and approached his girlfriend, kissing her lightly before pulling away to look at her, “I thought you weren't coming back from Milan until tomorrow."

“Aren't you happy to see me?" She tilts her head slightly and wrinkles her nose in the way she knows Carlos finds her irresistibly adorable.

“I'm always happy to see you." The words are genuine, but the smile is forced.

“I told the girls that my extremely hot and talented boyfriend needed me more than they did." Y/n wraps her arms around the older man's muscular neck.

“Not so talented apparently…” The woman's smile disappears when she sees his crestfallen expression and deprecatory tone when talking about himself. “They warned me ten minutes before the announcement went up.”

Y/n took her boyfriend's face in her hand, forcing him to look at her. Determination evident in her eyes.

“Carlos, bebé, you are amazing, never think otherwise, you are no less than Charles," she says seriously, “it's their loss, go after what you want my love, any team would be lucky to have you, Ferrari you've only been building tractors for years, you did your best, Hamilton will have the most disappointing end to his career there, and half the experts doubt that Charles will win the title racing for Ferrari."

“I'm going to be without a team in 2025..." the Spaniard says, moving away from his girlfriend, towards the large couch they choose together months before—his house was a true bachelor pad before she moved in, and it took some effort and gentle persuasion for her to convince her very headstrong man to allow her to change around.

Sitting on the huge, velvety blue sofa, with his arms crossed and beaked, his head thrown on the back and his eyes closed, he would look downright pathetic if he weren't so handsome—and if she didn’t love him so much.

At least for today, she wants to make him feel better, tomorrow and beyond, they take it one day at a time. Y/n sighs. She hates when Carlos is hard on himself, especially over a situation he has little to no control.

She takes off her own dress, leaving it pooling down the living room floor, in only a white lace G-string she sits on the man's lap, uncrossing his arms and placing his big hands on her ass. She laughs when Carlos immediately opens his eyes, staring at the pair of breasts in front of him with desire—she knows it's a low blow, but she just wants to see him a little more himself, sex won’t solve anything, but it will definitely take him out of his shell.

“Bebé, you are Carlos fucking Sainz,” she tangles her fingers through his dark strands, “fuck Ferrari, fuck Fred, fuck Charles and fuck Hamilton, show them all who you are, be your cuntiest self, ignore their bullshit strategy and their fucking favouritism, race for you, follow your instincts and get out of that tractor factory with a bang.” She kisses him deeply, biting his lips.

#f1 imagine #carlos sainz jr #carlos sainz imagine #carlos sainz x you #carlos sainz x reader #cs55 imagine #cs55 x reader

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astraltadpole · 1 month

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Oblodra remnant: Tav x Emp origin fic idea

House Oblodra origin https://forgottenrealms.fandom.com/wiki/House_Oblodra

Your Tav could be a drow or half-drow originally from House Oblodra, most likely a lesser-connected noble, retainer, or slave. House Oblodra is an extinct drow house that was known for its strange experiments in psionic powers and disturbing links to illithids. Approximately 130 years before the start of BG3, House Oblodra launched a coup against the other ruling houses in Menzoberranzan, the drow capital. Because weave-based magic was unreliable then, during the "Time of Troubles," House Oblodra's terrifying psionic powers left them nearly unopposed in their conquest. Lolth herself intervened to destroy Oblodra and their unnatural ways.

YOUR TAV could be a survivor of this incident, either a shock trooper (psi warrior), assassin (soulknife assassin), or perhaps a noble or noble bastard that was able to escape. How do they feel about what happened? Where did they go when they escaped?

Did they stay in the Underdark, or did they flee to the surface, and what have they been doing for the last 130 years? Did they stay connected to their psionic powers, or did they cut themselves off from it? Did they turn to other gods, or turn away from them at all? Did they try to seek out a mind flayer colony? What do they think of illithids? Bonus: What do you want to do with the in-game example of a last survivor of House Oblodra, Araj Oblodra, aka the creepy blood lady at Moonrise Towers? (Did you figure out that she wants True Soul blood for weird, illithid purposes?)

For Lae'zel: this kind of Tav and Lae'zel may actually have very similar backgrounds on how they were raised. What does Tav think of her, and how do they get along? Is Tav naturally wary of Lae'zel while wanting to be her friend? Tav has a lot to lose in this situation because even before the tadpole they were already "ghaik trash."

And, how do they react to Omeluum and the Emperor? Is a friendly illithid all they wanted, or are they more paranoid than usual? Do they commune with the astral tadpole? What do they think about all this?

Vibe ideas: Think of the post-order 66 jedi children who ran away to escape destruction, and how they attempted to blend into society and hide their powers. Some of them cut themselves off from the Force. Did you know that the psionics in dnd were influenced by Star Wars, and the "Psi Warrior" class takes direct inspiration from Darth Vader? Don't you love how nerd ideas all flow together? Or, for a love letter back to Stranger Things, which loves dnd itself, why not play with a character who could have been like Eleven?

You see it now, don't you, the fic potential for this background? Isn't this fun??

Don't worry about trying to figure out how psionics work in dnd if you don't want to mess with that. Have them class into something else, or give them a few BG3 illithid powers activated at the start. For fun, you could have the "Telepathic" feat from dnd, which is not in the game, but it allows a character to cast a free slot of Detect Thoughts without anyone knowing they did that, and they can constantly speak in the minds of others they can see within 60ft.

Anyway, have fun with that if you want it. I always enjoy making custom characters in RPGs with backgrounds that connect to the most drama when I go in to write a fic. This is the background I've chosen for my Emp-romancing Tav-- a misfit half-drow/wood-elf with murky illithid connections who was a psi warrior back in the day. He escaped to the surface and fell into the life of an adventurer, a Swords Bard who became a follower of Eilistraee. A bombastic and loving party animal whose mind-reading powers have made him very understanding of other people's bullshit, and very suited to solving all these weirdos' personal problems.

Like all good ideas, I find they are best when shared, and there are infinite permutations to how they can play out. So I lovingly offer this up for you, to see what you do with it, just as people all have a different Durge. I hope you consider this and feel free to ping me if you do. Go have fun out there.

Here's your lore link again:

#tav x emperor #bg3 the emperor #the emperor bg3 #the emperor #the emperor week #oblodra oc

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callmearcturus · 8 months

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1) i am interest, what does the "brachtian lens" mean in your MI post? 2) i did google pathologic and seems interesting but i don't know if its for me, would you recommend it? (you have good taste)

Brechtian, a Brechtian lens.

Okay so everyone brace yourself for the most unhinged take you've ever heard. I'm gonna caveat this up front by pointing out that I don't know if I actually myself ascribe to this read, it's just the kind of thing that happens when you are at work listening to the Codex Entry performance of Pathologic: The Marble Nest and the adderall hits just right.

I'm an undereducated pleb so I'm not going to go into the full history of Brecht, hit up any of your local pretentious media nerds for that. But one of the things associated with Brecht is the Alienation Effect. One of his primary concerns as a playwright was the idea that audiences were becoming complacent and were watching plays and observing art without internalizing everything. He had this idea that as the artifice of theatre became more and more immersive, as the Theatre of the Real so to speak became more seamless, audiences weren't actually connecting to what they were seeing. It's hard to impart wisdom and propose hard questions when the audience is just out here vibin', basically.

So Brecht's whole thing was to make the artificiality of the theatre as conspicuous and obvious as possible. There were a few tactics for this, including fun stuff like spoiling the plot of the story at the very start, casting very incongruous actors in specific roles, making the violence over the top to the point of being ridiculous, etc.

The point of these tactics was to jolt the audience out of their Vibe, to remind them they were watching a play, a performance. And in doing so, in theory, it would get the audience to pay more attention to the content of the play. When you are not passively absorbing the story, you will in theory give more consideration to what you are observing and actually THINK about what is being presented to you. Audiences tend to feel empathetic to characters in media, and you wanna jolt them out of that comfy zone.

Okay so how the fuck can I apply this lens to Mission Impossible? Besides being the most pretentious bitch on your dashboard obvsly.

One common interpretation of MI is that the movies are documentaries of their own productions. I have heard this idea parroted many times by people I broadly respect. Now... I don't personally ascribe to that take, but lets hypothesize for a moment that it's true, that there is a purposeful artificiality to MI. One of the things people point to with this theory is the fact that the first footage of MI: Fallout ever shared wasn't a trailer or teaser or anything.

It was footage of TC breaking his ankle doing that rooftop jump. It was a behind the scenes moment of ultra-reality that affected production. Because the hype cycle around MI is linked inextricably to "oh man what bullshit is TC gonna pull in THIS one" as a conscious marketing tactic.

It's accurate to say that yes, some people just go to see MI for the stunts. And the marketing knows it and promos it. There is an effort to focus on the physical, practical feats of the movie.

What I find interesting is that McQ and TC both share an ethos, that the only reason audiences give a shit about the stunts is because they are a vehicle of characterization. There is more overt writing and acting in MI than it gets credit for. It's like the stunts are a Loss Leader of the movie, yanno? Here is the big spectacle to get people to show up, and once people are in the theatre, you can talk to them.

So, what I'm positing is that if you believe that there is a heightened artificiality to MI, if you think its just a sequence of bombastic set pieces, if you think Ethan Hunt is just TC's alter ego, blah blah blah (again, not my belief) then it should in theory become difficult to sink into passivity with these movies.

If all that is correct, then there is a forced artificiality to MI that mimicks the Brechtian-style, leading to the Alienation Effect. Therefore, the text of the movies, what they are saying about, for random instance, the encroaching threat of uncontrolled AI in a digital world, that message should become more stark and harder for audiences to glaze their eyes over and miss.

And ALL OF THAT is the kind of bullshit you too can cogitate on if you inflict Pathologic on yourself and let it rewire your fucking brain! If you want a primer of what the fuck Pathologic is, look up hbomberguy's legendary Pathologic video, then come hit me up for further links.

#mission impossible #Long post #I am the most pretentious bitch here

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batmanisagatewaydrug · 4 years

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definitive VERY SERIOUS ranking of MCU characters, best to trash

Gamora and Nebula - tied for first place because prickly, traumatized assassin women? that’s my shit. prickly, traumatized assassin women working through their issues TOGETHER and growing closer as sisters? YEAH, babey! that’s the shit! I love them and they deserved arcs that loved them, too. biggest injustice in the MCU.

Thor - absolutely excellent. amazing work. distinguished slut vibes and a radiant beam on sunshine in this shithole world. again, never saw Endgame, but he deserved better.

Sam Wilson - going strong since 2014, babey. just an all-around great guy, good for him finally getting his own show. will I be watching it? absolutely not. not a force on god’s green earth could make me care enough to pirate a marvel television show in this the year of our lord and savior 2020, even if he is a very cool dude with wings.

Bucky Barnes - all the fun of Steve but no moral quandaries because everything bad that he did happened when he was being controlled by nazis and he feels really bad about it uwu

Peter Parker - yes OBVIOUSLY the movies did Peter dirty, we’ve all seen a fucking essay about it, making him Iron Man Jr was wack and being poor doesn’t look like that, but he’s cute and fun and I like Tom Holland, who was the emotional anchor who forced me to keep giving a sliver of a shit during Infinity War. Far From Home was pretty not good but would I see another Spider-Man movie? fuck, maybe.

Steve Rogers - idk I just think he’s neat. really love how he’s shaped like a dorito and hates nazis.

James Rhodes - I don’t think Rhodey’s ever said or done anything that wasn’t iconic and for that he deserves to be exactly one spot above his idiot best friend.

Tony Stark - I hold possibly the most unpopular opinion on Tony Stark on this entire hellsite, which is that he’s just fine. he’s fun sometimes, he’s irritating sometimes, he made some points during Civil War. he should probably lose more points for being a former war profiteer but if I started digging into comic book logic too much I’d have to change my url because Batman cooperates with cops and endangers children, so idk.

T’Challa - I don’t remember a TON about T’Challa’s actual personality because it’s been like 4 years since Black Panther came out and he had like 2 lines in Infinity War, but he’s a powerful nerd/jock multiclasser who spends most of his time surrounded by women who are very smart and dangerous and much cooler than him and I really respect that.

Natasha Romanoff - Natasha is difficult to rank because for a long time her dominant defining characteristic was being The Girl One, which means she has a different personality in pretty much every movie, and it was never interesting. if Marvel had rubbed two brain cells together and given her a solo movie between 2012 and 2015 she might have fared better, but alas. press F in the chat for Nat’s potential.

Groot, Rocket, Drax, Mantis - I love these funky socially incompetent aliens. more of them, please.

Bruce Banner - only interesting in Ragnarok when he’s Thor’s anxious comedic foil and boyfriend; thank you for that small gift, Taika. I never saw Endgame because I love myself, so I don’t know anything about professor Hulk and I don’t want to.

Peter Quill - fun in theory but loses points for being such a painful walking embodiment of the extremely heterosexual “idiot manchild gets hot competent gf by virtue of being white cishet protagonist man.” shut the fuck up she’s way too good for him.

Wanda Maximoff - despite all of Joss Whedon’s best efforts I really liked her in Age of Ultron and then my love for her just decreased with each subsequent appearance. like Natasha she was increasingly a different character each time; by Infinity War she didn’t have her accent anymore as if Elizabeth Olsen realized nobody else on set would remember or care about Wanda’s previous portrayals. on god I liked her so much that I was even down to root for her and Vision but then the majority of it happened offscreen and lost me forever.

Pietro Maximoff - mmm watcha saaaaaay

Hope Van Dyne - cooler than Ant-Man but not by much. should have been a lesbian and kissed Pepper Potts in the moonlight.

Carol Danvers - fuck dude idk, I’ve never seen a movie she’s in lmao

Ant-Man - the recurring joke with this bitch seems to be “haha can you believe he exists? that’s dumb!” and it is. it is dumb. why did we need him? it could have all payed off with him crawling up Thanos’ asshole and exploding but we didn’t even get that. bullshit.

Vision - man, fuck, I tried to put him higher on the list than Peter Quill and I couldn’t make myself do it. that’s how goddamn boring Vision was. and you know what? fuck it, we’re putting him lower than Pietro, too. and even Ant-Man! we’re scraping the bottom of the barrel here and he deserves it because I can’t think of one thing this dude did that I enjoyed other than being bad at cooking when he was trying to impress a girl.

Doctor Strange - I’m not going to make a Benedict Cumberbatch joke because that’s low hanging fruit but all I know is that this is the dude who’s mean to Tony in a horny way for five minutes of Infinity War. I never saw his movie, heard it was racist tho. and they didn’t even learn their lesson before they made Iron Fist! smh bombastic colonialism.

Clint Barton - last place because in the absence of a personality or interesting character arc I’m forced to judge him on the fact that Jeremy Renner radiates bad vibes and that in Endgame he gets a makeover that makes him look like he’d call me slurs for telling him to stop hitting on 16 year old girls at a gas station.

#no i am not open to constructive criticism

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portugalisinsa · 3 years

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In my desperate attempt to sleep I ended up thinking about copaganda and how the term as been abused and misused, so let me rant about it for a little bit

So “copaganda” means a specific thing, namely, a piece of media that pushes propaganda for the police, implying that the police is Great, Actually, and Don’t Worry Your Pretty Little Head About It. Cops is an example of that. Blue Bloods is the poster child.

However, as it always happens, a specific term that is actually Important enters the mainstream and loses its meaning because of people, and now it’s being used by many as “movie and/or show that’s about the police and/or has a police character that isn’t a total dick, which obviously means that the movie and/or show is bad”.

That’s obviously bullshit, and I will show that with Edgar Wright’s great masterpiece Hot Fuzz.

On the surface, a complete dumbass would say that Hot Fuzz is copaganda. Nicholas Angel is shown as good! The final act is a big shooting! Of course it is, right?!

Wrong.

Alright, so, Hot Fuzz begins by showing us Nicholas Angel and how fucking awesome he is. There’s what you would expect (urban pacification, riot control, resolution of “Operation Crackdown”, highest arrest) but, most notably, there’s a degree in Politics and Sociology, and they specifically mention popularity within the community. In fact, in the rest of the movie, that is what he mostly does- community work. He checks the traffic, patrols, gets minors out of a pub, and tries to find a duck for a member of the public.

So Nicholas Angel is awesome, and he’s the best cop. it would naturally follow that the rest of the police would love him. That’s what we want- if you’re good, you meet your objectives, and do your best, you will fit in the police and make the world a better place!

But no, the others fucking hate him. His superiors are shipping him off because he’s too good. He’s making the others look bad, and the idea of, you know, holding everybody at a higher standard doesn’t touch them. No, Nicholas Angel makes them look bad, and looking good matters more than all the results he gets.

Now, it would be easy to make it look like it’s just a higher up problem. The higher up are lazy and image obsessed, but the common officers, the ones we all meet, they’re good and appreciate him. “Don’t worry, public, we’ll protect you even though our superiors are dicks.“

Nope, they fucking hate him too.

So already, not a glowing endorsement of the police. But hey! It could still be copaganda! Maybe, I don’t know, it’s just those city cops, and the country cops are actually the good guys!

Ahah lol, actually? The country cops fucking hate Angel too. Angel is a “city cop” who thinks too highly of himself and is there to show them how it’s done.

If you’re reading this, you may remember that Angel kinda never did anything other than, you know, be a by-the-book officer. The country cops don’t like him for completely bullshit reasons that can be summarized as “you’re new and also you’re trying to make us feel bad for not being as awesome as you by being that awesome and we don’t trust you go away”. Danny likes him, admittedly mostly because he’s a sweetie pie, but partly for the bad reasons- he wants soldier cop.

All of this is, needless to say, not a glowing endorsement of the police.

Eventually, we find out what made Angel want to become a police officer; his uncle was one. He admired him, and wanted to be like him. Now, Edgar Wright could have left it at that, and we would have had a nice, traditional “amazing cop comes from long, noble line of cops” story, but instead, we instantly find out that, actually, his uncle was corrupt, and that’s bad, and Angel is disappointed in him.

So, to recap- we’re basically halfway through the movie, and the only good cop is Angel. (Danny isn’t bad, but like... he’s not exactly good either, at least as a police officer)

The movie continues, and murders start to happen. Angel is literally the only one who thinks anything is wrong. A long, long string of “accidents” is happening, and none of the cops has even the slightest inkling that something is wrong. They’re just like “Angel, you nipped scarf, you’re a paranoid dum-dum“, and what little they do, they do after a lot of arm-twisting and with extreme disgruntlement.

Once again, not a glowing endorsement.

On and on we go, two thirds into the movie, with only Danny liking Angel and showing any kind of improvement as an officer, until we finally get to the revelation that the council is killing people for the greater good (the greater good)... Oh, and btw, who is also part of the council?

The Frank Butterman, AKA The Police Inspector, AKA THE FUCKING LEADER OF THE POLICE IN THIS TOWN.

So, to recap, by the final act of the movie, we find out that the higher ups are corrupt and the main body of the police are ineffectual.

Okay. Cool.

Nicholas Angel then proceeds to pack up for the final showdown. I see lots of people making the argument that this is an example of soldier cop, fixing everything with violence. Me, I think that’s bullshit. In real life, the problem isn’t that cops have riot gear, the problem is that they use it for everything. Riot gear is something you use only when strictly necessary, and I would argue that “murderous council that’s packing” is one of those times when it is.

So the riot gear and packing up is fine. But what about the violence, I hear you cry?

Well, here’s the thing- the man is responding with the appropriate amount of force. Everybody is trying to actually murder him, and he never, ever shoot to kill. He shoots to incapacitate.

Look at the final body count, people. You think Bad Boys would have ended such a show up with none dead, lots low-to-medium injured apart from one guy who was badly injured but did it himself by tripping on a pointy thing? Fuck, even outside of copaganda, what was the last action movie that had such a body count?

Also, the rest of the country police come around, after initially responding AGAINST Angel, and only thanks to Danny mediation. Which... I mean, good, it’s good, I’m very proud of them, but like, once again, this isn’t exactly glowing endorsement. This doesn’t scream “see, audience?!?! Cops may look ineffectual, but when push comes to shove, they’ll save you!” to me, this screams “yo, they’re finally doing the bare minimum”.

Anyway, the end comes. The London police wants Nicholas Angel to come back because now they look bad, but Angel wants to actually rebuild and direct the police here in the town. They all do paperwork, because that’s what the rules say and rules are important and cops should follow the rules, and more stuff happens but it’s not important for the purpose of this so, here, the end.

At the end, we get the song. The choice of music is important for a movie, it means stuff. Even a mediocre director knows that, and Edgar Wright is a goddamn master of the craft. Have you seen The World’s End? Check that soundtrack. It’s perfect. Hell, the man directed Baby Driver, which, you know, was half soundtrack. Edgar Wright cares about music in his movies and he chooses it carefully, is the point, okay?

So, keeping in mind that, what do we end Hot Fuzz with? Some bombastic “bad boys bad boys, whatchu gonna do, whatchu gonna do when they come for you”? Something that pumps you up, that makes you go “FUCK YEAH”?

We end it with “Caught by the Fuzz”, by Supergrass. Which, yes, slaps, it slaps my whole bod, and yes, it does pump you up, but, once again, is not a glowing endorsement of the police. It’s a song from the point of view of a scared teen having been arrested by the police who is thinking “fuck I should have stayed at home fuck”.

So what am I trying to say with this? Well, let’s start with what I’m not trying to say; I don’t think Hot Fuzz is an indictment of the police. Please don’t take all of this as me saying that Edgar Wright intended Hot Fuzz as a giant ACAB. That is what in the field we call a reach. Hot Fuzz isn’t an indictment of the police, and that’s fine, because it’s not trying to be. It’s showing the police as a highly flawed institution, and sure, it’s not showing it as flawed as it actually is, but that’s fine, because it’s not trying to be The Wire. What it is trying to be is a fun action movie, which it is, and it is so amazingly.

What I am trying to show is that it’s not copaganda. It’s a movie with a police officer as a main character, a main character who is awesome, but it isn’t copaganda. It’s not endorsing the police. It’s not whitewashing it. It isn’t saying “look at the police, aren’t they great? Aren’t we glad the police are around? Aren’t we better because of the police? Don’t you want to become a police officer? Don’t you think that what they do is excusable, at the end of the day, since they deal with so much?”

But what does this have to do with copaganda? So, look. I get that it’s very nice to tell other people that their favourite shows and/or movie is bad AND wrong, and to feel like you have the moral high ground while doing so. I also get that words change and at the end of the day who gives a shit about it. I really do get that- I will never, ever give a shit about ‘literally’ being used as an intensive and not just to mean ‘literally’, for example.

BUT, some words are actually important, because they do mean a very, very specific thing they are best at describing. And “copaganda” is important, because you read it, you hear it, and you instantly know what it means; it’s something that’s also cop propaganda. Got it.

Which means it’s a word that is important to try and keep for as long as possible, because, you know... the cops aren’t always great. And it’d be best if we weren’t constantly told they are.

I understand that it feels bad to have so many bad things happening around us, and so little power to stop it. But you do have a little bit of power. You have the power to call a spade a spade, and to say ‘that isn’t cool’.

Calling a spade a spade, however, means that you don’t go around calling everything a spade. If you call everything a spade, it creates confusion, and dilutes a message.

So please. Please.

Instead of just pointing at something that has a cop in it and say “copaganda!”, use your critical skills and, like I just did with Hot Fuzz, try to find out if it actually is copaganda before saying it is so.

#hot fuzz #copaganda #long post #now please let me sleep #i'm so tired all the time #man this movie is great #my favourite one is the world's end tho #i'm absolutely not sorry it gave me everything #it made me sad it made me laugh it made me happy it made me cheer #p.s. this is all to say that I'm also not exactly sure Brooklyn 99 is copaganda #but i honestly haven't watched it in years so i have no interest in defending it tbqh #not that i've ever seen anyone saying that hot fuzz is copaganda #i'm sure someone has if only because there's always that one person willfully misinterpreting things #usually the same person going 'uhm maybe if people don't have critical skills #it's because of english teachers not doing their job'#sure it's your english teacher's problem #not you ignoring what they're saying because 'the curtains are just blue' and then covering your ears

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loptyrs-moved · 3 years

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Can you talk more abt ur fandoms ocs? I like your writing a lot and would like to know more abt em

Oh my goodness I’m 🥺🥺🥺🥺 you’re SO sweet thank you!

Well, I have quite a few and some have their own deeper lore stories that go with them. If you guys want more information on them, I can do separate posts on all of them. But Here they are! I’m so excited to share my babies with you!

More is under the cut. The Picrew I used is here.

Ikemen Revolution

Black Army Side

Corrin Fukui

Age: Appears to be in mid-early twenties

Hair: Brick white

Eyes: Blood Red

Height: 4′11

Any other Qualities:

Draconic features -- She’s literally a dragon but not by nature

Curved Opalescent Horns

Shimmery opalescent tail

Wings that also shimmer in the light

retractable?

Pointed ears

Easily frightened by loud noises and sudden movements

stunted growth

Hoards blankets and comfort items

writes in a journal every day

its one luka got for her and she refuses to write in anything else. she pours her heart out on the pages, and all her memories

she had a brother! but he passed away because of the magic tower :(

turns into a gIANT DRAGON

ICE ICE BREATH BABY

Was found by Luka while on a patrol near the forbidden forest, lost and afraid, so she was taken in

Had amnesia at first

She actually is an experiment of Amon and she managed to escape

Excellent at sewing and gardening

Sufficient with baking

She’s for Luka! The way they fell for each other was a slow, gradual trust, and mutual understanding. She saw him as a man, as he was, and nothing else.

Sometimes is called Corri

gentle hearted and innocent

but not as innocent as you’d think

she’s a dragon, and she’s a greedy little one

Ophelia Dae

Age: 24

Hair: Crimson red

Eyes: Jade green

Height: 5′8

Any other Qualities:

A skilled swordsman, and one of the Chosen Thirteen

9 of Spades baybeee

While she is more accustomed to short swords and sabers, Phelia is a magic user! But she isn’t really in agreement with Ray with his stance on magic

BOMBASTIC AS HELL

BISEXUAL

“Is he bothering you Queen?”

Trans

Was friends with Ray and Fenrir while in school, and was just as much of a hellraiser as them

she was there when the day things went dark happened and was almost taken but that day is a blur for her

phelia REFUSES to talk about it

she still has nightmares

raised by a single mother

TRIVIA! She was an old fire emblem oc i had and she was the daughter of Arvis -- so if you squint when she uses magic you’ll see Valflame

joined the army probably because Fenrir was too, and she was inspired by him

she joined for her own reasons but he made it easier for her to do it too

his passion was what made her fall for him in the first place

has a personal vendetta against the magic tower for what they did to her and her friends

AND CORRIN JEEZ

will sacrifice herself if necessary to the cause

PROBABLY HAS ALMOST DIED BECAUSE OF IT

Bruh girl

Amira Nasiri

Age: 22

Hair: Chocolate brown

Eyes: Turquoise blue

Height: 5′3

Any other qualities:

My version of Alice! Difference is that she’s Persian

That’s it

She’s just as spunky as Alice

however she responds with being called Alice a little different

she’s adamant about being called Amira

At some point she just accepts Seth does it to distance himself

also an avid baker like alice

pISTACIOS

BAKLAVA

Amira is just Alice except she’s just my take on her.

She has the same vibrant spirit as Alice

and I personally consider Seth the canon route for REASONS

just ask me why fjgdfgjksd

Red Army Side

Azul Flores

Age: 25

Hair: Raven black

Eyes: Wisteria purple

Height: 5′0

Any Other Qualities:

An old friend of the Queen of Hearts

like she met him when she was 8 years old

fought his bullies when they would give him a hard time when he was a kid

they dated for a WHILE

did NOT work out

HARD CHILDHOOD

Ambitious, hard working young woman who was married into a high standing family on the Red side. Her mother was a teacher and gained the attention of one of the Chosen Thirteen on that side, and got married

Azul is NOT the officer’s daughter. She’s his step daughter

Has had extensive studies on the History of Cradle and of the Red Territory.

Wants to be a Cradle Historian

Works for the Red Army as a personal assistant to the queen

UNINTENTIONAL

THEY ACTUALLY CANT STAND EACH OTHER

Unless....

Look their story is very dramatic and it hurts me every day so please stay tuned with them.

CUT THROAT BITCH

YOUR DEVIL

DEMON

Heckles Jonah like its her job — she knows him better than anyone elsd, if anyone knows his bs, its her

Bad resting bitch face

Actually really shy, and quiet when in different surroundings

A sweetheart and will cut a bitch for you once she knows u

She is perhaps one of the most transparent, honest, genuine person. there is no bullshit with her. she will tell you her honest thoughts with you

Cerise Nam

Age: 19

Hair: Berry Pink

Eyes: Petal Pink

Height: 5′2

Any other qualities:

Her mom came to Cradle from a far off place, and set up a food and pastry shop in the Central Quarter. Met her dad. Been there since

They live in Black Territory

She works for her parents and works with the pastries/desserts

loves making desserts from where her parents are from

She knows the Queen of Hearts VERY well since she makes the best mille feuille

Got a job from him actually, and works for the Red Army Headquarters kitchen

Loves to cook and bake!

a little naïve, but she’s a realist

youngest of FIVE kids!!

Morning girl

She may be petite but she can HEAFT heavy bags of flour/rice/dry goods

Met Zero by accident, and crashed into him while in town

love at first sight for her. how can you fault her?

she thinks he’s dreamy... and sweet...

does she flirt with him a little? Cerise can’t help it...

She and Zero have more of a hidden relationship because she fears her parents won’t approve

family stuff -- and she understands

RED ARMY OFFICER?? BLACK TERRITORY GIRL

look im cheesy

dont worry it works out

zero has to consider himself and his own personal stuff too so its a little difficult

Non Army Suitor(s)

Lucile Lidell

Age: 20

Hair: Straw blonde

Eyes: Aqua blue

Height: 5'1

Any other qualities:

She and her twin, Noelle, are the actual descendants of the original Alice

Inherited unusual hairpins that were from cradle

More of the 'modern woman stuck in the wrong time' kind of gal

Rebellious

Noelle and Luci: partners in crime

Short skirts galore

Does not give a singular shit of what MEN think of her

Wants to be taken seriously

Sometimes acts like an airhead in order to get attention. She's actually pretty somber as a person and prefers to be in the background as her sister takes the stage

loves her sister more than anyone else in the world

When she and Noelle fall into Cradle, they kind of hightail it and live in the woods with Harr and Loki

Sticks with Harr since he's literally the least threatening man ever

First man to feel safe around

"Excuse me he said NO pickles!"

Will cut a bitch for him, or use magic -- luci will hurt someone if they even think a bout looking at him wrong

Loves to make clothes

'I mended the holes in your cloak for you...' 'Bye Harr, be safe and have a good day.'

'Welcome home, I missed you.'

Puts up a tough girl front but she's just a big softie just like him

Doesn't realize she has a crush on him until shit starts to hit the fan

Actually very vanilla tbh but wants to spoil her bf

Ikemen Sengoku

Ito Tsunade

Age: 26

Hair: Straw Blonde

Eyes: Molten Gold

Height: 5′5

Any Other Qualities:

Graduate student at the same university as Sasuke

got stuck in the storm with him and Mai, and was tossed into the sengoku era

but she got separated from Mai

Met Shingen first much to her luck because uh.... lets say Tsunade is aint the sharpest tool in the shed

HEAD EMPTY

ZERO THOUGHTS

AIRHEAD

her aesthetic when she gets there?

TITS OUT

BIG HONKERS BIG TATA

HOT

her head might be empty but her tits are fat and they will protect you

Music nerd — loves traditional Japanese instruments, especially the difficult ones

Specializes in girl metal in modern day

eventually proves herself and plays some sick chords for the takeda/uesegi forces

she has entertained them for now

puts sake away like a monster

when she meets sasuke, she finds comfort in the fact he’s also lost with her, so she clings

asks him how to protect herself from shingen bc he’s horny lolol

genuinely thinks sasuke is hilarious

also does NOT realize she’s in love with him until the gravest of grave happens

her name was UNINTENTIONAL

Aibana Hinata

Age: Presents in his early-mid twenties

Hair: Black Midnight

Eyes: Haunting gold and vermillion

Height: 5'3

Any other qualities:

The concubine of Nobunaga

Please know I made him a long while before the other guy was dropped so I’m just gonna offer this little gay boy

Nobunaga bought him from a brothel after being so intrigued by him. Hina entertained him so well that he was set for life

A RIGHT SNARKY BASTARD

HE KNOWS HE’S PRETTY AND CAN GET AWAY WITH MURDER

Likes to challenge Nobunaga in battles of wits

board games

debate as pillow talk

swordplay if the lords will entertain him enough

Bisexual as hell

Gender? Don’t know her

He uses all pronouns

True pronoun: princess

ONLY EXISTS IN A UNIVERSE WHERE THERE IS MAI

Nobunaga/Mai/Hinata........

Unless.......

Smart, and educated

former geisha

he can read! and write!

LOVE FUCKING WITH HIDEYOSHI

if there is mai, he would bond with her like no one else

he would be her best friend

her confidant

genuinely adores her

even if she is pursuing nobunaga, he doesn’t resent her ... he just wishes that she would find room in her heart for him too

puts up a tough exterior

a softie.....

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zippityzap · 3 years

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My Top Ten Favourite Moments in Sonic Games

The past 30 years the Sonic series has had a lot of memorable moments, too many to list fully, so in celebration of my recent follower milestone, today I’ll be presenting and explaining my personal top ten favourite moments. I would like to emphasise that this list is very subject and is highly influenced by my personal experiences with the Sonic series. It’s not intended to be objective by any means, and I would love to hear what moments you guys would put on your own lists! Additionally, this list is only for things from the games, in the future I’ll make another list for other Sonic media

Without further ado, let’s get started!

10) City Escape’s GUN truck

Interesting set pieces and small scripted moments in levels have been a staple in the Sonic series since the beginning. Sure, they’re not always challenging from a game-play standpoint, but they’re always an entertaining spectacle. One of the most ionic of these moments (and one of my personal favourites) is being chased by the GUN truck. City Escape is already a highly memorable level from the get-go, but the truck sequence is the cherry on top. An additional shout-out to both of the Generations versions of the level for not only bringing it back but changing it up just enough to surprise you and keep you on your toes!

9) Escaping Null Space

Forces is one of those games that I would describe as a truly mixed bag. Yeah, there are a lot of things about the game that kinda sucked or were disappointing, but when it hit a high, BOY did it hit. While I agree with many people that having the Null Space portion of this level actually have gameplay in it would’ve made this moment impact a little harder, I’m just in love with that transition from the silence of null space to the bombastic chorus of Fist Bump. I thought it was a really exciting moment that hypes you up for the rest of the level.

8) Sonic Heroes’ opening cinematic

Heroes was my first 3D Sonic game, and consequently it was my introduction to a lot of things that are staples for the Sonic series. Vocal themes, an extended cast and their interpersonal relationships, story routes that connect to each other. These are some of my favourite things about the Sonic series, so even if some aspects of the game aren’t that great, I could never ever hate or even dislike Heroes. I feel like the opening cinematic to Heroes (the one with the theme song as the music) is the aspect of Heroes that really encapsulates those feelings best. I must’ve spent hours as a kid letting it play over and over again singing along to it.

7) Shadow the Hedgehog (2004) title screen cinematic

Before you laugh, here is where I must remind you that this list is extremely subjective and highly influenced by my personal experiences and memories. Ok now imagine this: you are a 7-8 year old kid, and your experience with media that isn’t mainstream radio or educational children’s tv shows is fairly limited. You’re getting deep into the Sonic series for the first time thanks to playing Heroes and seeing some of the cartoons and you’re interested to know more about the series. You visit Sonic Central, the official site at the time, and they have a music player with a variety of songs from the games. One of the songs it plays is I Am (All of Me). I won’t lie, I was a little blown away because I’d never really heard anything like it before, so I go to find out more about the game it’s from and I come across that opening cinematic.

I think it’s very, very, easy as an adult to laugh at the Shadow the Hedgehog game and it’s… direction, but adult me was not the target audience of that game, kid me was. Say what you want but the effect that game was going for I think is something that just hits best with sheltered little kids, and I’d be curious if anyone else had a similar experience.

6) The ending of Sonic and the Black Knight

I won’t go into too much detail on this one, since this is very much a fan favourite moment and many others have gone into detail about why it’s so great. Black Knight is certainly one of the games that captures Sonic’s character the best, and his words at the end of the game certainly encapsulate this. Followed by the amazing credits theme of Live Life, the ending of Black Knight is certainly one of the most emotional moments in the series.

5) Sonic Generation’s credits

Anniversary games can be a bit of a controversial subject for the Sonic fandom; 06 was one of the games released for the 15th anniversary while Forces is often considered to be a 25th anniversary game. I think Generations really achieved the feeling and the specialness of a celebratory event though. It’s one of my favourite Sonic games and the whole game is full of brilliant moments but I feel the credits really evoke the celebration vibe: a Sonic 1-esque music melody as the credits song, showing footage from the original games each stage is from, and the cherry on top: a ‘Happy Birthday’ message to Sonic recorded from fans who attended the 2011 Sonic Boom and Summer of Sonic conventions. It genuinely warms my heart every time I finish the game.

4) Metropolis Capital City level

Forces gets another representation on this list! Honestly, I believe the parts of Forces that were exciting, such as this, really demonstrate my opinion that Forces had a lot of potential to be a really good game. But I digress, this was my favourite level from Forces because it shows how fun of a villain Infinite could be. The way that Infinite follows you for most of the stage and uses illusions to fuck around with the stage itself? That’s really fun, and it’s not just stage gimmicks for the sake of having a gimmick, it ties into the powers of the villain and makes the player feel involved in a way because Infinite is messing around with you specifically and is having to make to think on your toes. Granted, part of makes this stage stand out so much in a good way is because it’s so different from the rest of the game and it takes you by surprise, so maybe the impact wouldn’t be as hard hitting if this sort of design was used more in the game, but c’mon when you have a villain who’s powers are illusion-based, the sky’s the limit!

3) Sonic Unleashed’s opening cutscene

Can you believe this game came out over a decade ago and the opening cutscene still looks this stunning?! Depending on who you ask, some might even argue that this cutscene has yet to be topped, and honestly, I’m in that camp. Not only is the rendering beautiful and the choreography of the action exciting, but this scene does a wonderful job of setting up for the viewer regardless of how much prior experience they have with the series who Sonic and Dr. Eggman are, as well as setting up the events of the game. I recall being very happy when I heard the animation team for this cutscene would also be handling the animation for the movie.

2) Beating Sonic Unleashed for the first time

So, this is another pretty personal one. I played Unleashed for the first time a few years ago and it is in my opinion, one of the most difficult Sonic games. Sometimes intentionally, sometimes for completely bullshit reasons. My first ever run of Eggmanland was around 40 minutes long and apparently that’s considered a pretty decent time for your first go, but christ it was a nightmare to finish (looking at you, that one section where you have to platform on pipes without a drop-shadow). The following boss sections weren’t much easier- I don’t rage much with video games, I tend to whisper swears under my breath at most but that part where you’re running on the Gaia Colossus had me screaming in anger every time I lost a life.

BUT when I finally beat the difficult sections? Felt like finally cracking your back after feeling stiff all day. Like taking the first sip of water after a walk on a hot day. The relief and satisfaction I felt was indescribable and slowly winding down while Dear My Friend plays as the credits theme was blissful. I don’t play difficult games that often so Unleashed is one of very few games that I have this sort of memory with.

1) Watching my dad get the good ending of Sonic 1

Here’s a small amount of backstory for this pick. My dad got his first job at 19 and he used his first pay-check to purchase the then newly released Sega Mega Drive. He had a lot of games for the console including Sonic the Hedgehog. He kept the console and games in good condition, and they were still perfectly playable by the time his first child was born (aka me!). Sonic 1 was the first video game I can remember playing at roughly 2-3 years old. I wasn’t good enough to get past Green Hill Act 3 but I loved watching my dad play through the game.

I’ll admit; his playstyle’s a little odd, he avoids speed when he can and instead, he likes to search for as many rings and extra lives as possible, but it was so enjoyable to watch nonetheless. The best bit was whenever he would manage to get all the chaos emeralds in a playthrough and be able to get the good ending. Sure, the only difference between the good and bad endings is just some flowers, but it was nice to see him be happy that he was able to achieve that ending.

And that’s the end of my list! Upon looking over it I realise most of it is either openings or endings to games…oops. I suppose they tend to be parts of games that get special attention during development since they bookend the journey. When I get around to making the second list, I’m sure it’ll have more variety, and as I said before, I’d be very interested in hearing what everyone else’s favourite moments are!

#sonic the hedgehog #sonic forces #sonic unleashed #sonic heroes #sonic generations #long post

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the-wlw-cafe · 4 years

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Supercorptober - Day 9: Luthor

Read it on ao3 here!

Kara truly didn’t mind the secrecy and sneaking around. She didn’t mind the way Lena would wrench her hand away from hers the second they left the office, she didn’t mind receiving at least one discrete you’re staring text, she didn’t mind not being able to call Lena her girlfriend in public. It was a facet of their relationship they’d discussed before they’d even kissed for the first time, and it was fine. Lena wasn’t out, had no intentions of coming out soon, and so what if they only kissed behind closed doors? Kara was fine.

It meant a lot of candlelit dinners at their respective home, eating pizza with a knife and fork as if they were attending the most expensive upscale restaurant with snooty waiters watching their every move, making comments like “delightfully airy” and “an acquired taste” about the complimentary soft drinks they got for being regulars at their delivery service of choice. They had movie dates and went to galas together as each other’s platonic date, making sure to return to their respective homes separately. And it was fine. Just dandy.

Until it wasn’t.

Because despite all the hoops they had to jump through, she still knew that Lena loved her, cherished her, just and much as Kara did. At least, she had known. She’d been so sure. But there she was, on one knee on the windy balcony, staring up at Lena with mounting anxiety as she just blinked back, silent as a grave.

(“You don’t have to wear the ring or anything. You can just keep it in your pocket, or even at home, and think of me whenever you see it”, she’d said. As if that would change Lena’s mind.)

Lena remained still, unmoved, as agonizing seconds dragged on and on and on and Kara could feel her heart shatter in her chest. Seconds passed and she was frozen to the spot, unwilling to give up just yet, because there had to be an explanation, an explanation other than you love her more than she loves you. But there came none. Lena stumbled backwards, one step, two, and every movement away from her made Kara recoil as if Lena had physically struck her. Then, finally, Lena opened her mouth:

“Kara...you can’t.”

Kara swallowed thickly. “I see. I’m...I’m sorry that I’ve put you on the spot, I’ll just see myself out, then.”

She couldn’t stand to be here one second longer, because she was sure she’d break out into tears if she had to look at her girlfriend (ex-girlfriend?), so she leapt off the balcony and took to the skies, onlookers be damned. The wind was ringing too loudly in her ears for her to hear Lena calling after her.

Some stupid, naive part of her brain kept clinging onto hope. What they had had felt real, it had felt substantial, and far to large to end in a few short moments. It was to banal for a love as big as theirs. As big as hers.

Kara never deluded herself into thinking it would last forever. She was Supergirl, risking her life on a daily basis, and Lena was human, not immune to her family’s assassins nor to age. But she’d always been selfish enough to think that their end would be bombastic, or at least meaningful in some way, a moving final goodbye as they promised they’d see each other again. She never thought they’d split in deafening, choking silence. But then again, Alex always made fun of her for watching too many romance movies.

She’d landed on her sister’s fire escape without knowing that her muscles had taken her there. She saw Alex, mid laugh about something her girlfriend had said (oh yes, it’s date night, she realised with a distant stab of guilt) turned towards the window and the grin dripped off her face like icy water.

“Kara!” she heard her exclaim, the sound somewhat dull through the thick glass, as she crossed her room quickly to let her in.

“Shit, Kara, what happened?” she asked, as she and Kelly moved her to the couch while her whole body shook with the effort to contain her sobs.

“Lena”, she hiccuped weakly, as if that would explain everything. In a way, it did.

“Is she hurt?” Alex asked, her voice steely and business-like, already slipping from Big Sister Alex into Agent Danvers. Kara shook her head choppily, almost in a panicked manner. She didn’t need Agent Danvers to take control of the situation, she needed to be comforted by her sister.

“Did you have a fight?” Kelly asked softly, brushing some of the wind-swept hair from Kara’s face. She hit the nail on the head of course. Kara blinked against the tears that welled up in her eyes, and tried to swallow the lump in her throat down, but she was fighting a losing battle on both fronts. Soon tears were rolling down her cheeks and her breaths were punctuated with deep sobs. At least it seemed to shake Alex out of her agent mode, as she immediately sensed that her little sister wanted nothing but to be held. It almost felt like she was thirteen again, witnessing her first thunderstorm, hands pressed over her ears and sobbing against the fear and the loss and the grief the loud thunderclaps provoked in her, with nothing but her sister to keep her tethered to reality. She burrowed into Alex’s arms as if it was her only hiding place from reality, and cried until she was certain she had no more tears left.

“I think it’s over”, she croaked, and her voice had never sounded as small.

“Oh, sweetheart”, Kelly sighed, laying a comforting hand on her back. “Do you want to talk about it?”

“She doesn’t love me anymore”, Kara said, before she added: “Actually, I don’t know if she ever did, at least to the extent I loved her.”

“No, that’s bullshit!” Alex exclaimed, cringing when she noticed how much she’d raised her voice. “That can’t be true, I’ve seen the way she looks at you, the way she always smiles when you enter the room like you light up her whole life…”

“Alex!” Kara interrupted. Once upon a time she’d thought she’d noticed it too. The way Lena tilted her head to the side almost imperceptibly whenever they saw each other, subconsciously getting ready for a kiss on the cheek, had filled Kara with no small amount of pride when she’d first become aware of it. And to think that all this time it had been an elaborate charade, maybe out of a misplaced sense of duty, of owing it to Kara...the thought made her physically sick. Had she done something that had made Lena afraid of breaking up with her?

“I proposed to her”, Kara said, defeated.

“She didn’t say no, did she? She wouldn’t-” Alex began, before Kara interrupted again.

“She said nothing! She just stared at me, shocked!”

“Well”, Kelly began, carefully, as if she wasn’t quite sure how to phrase her next thought.

“Shock isn’t always a bad thing, just as a surprise can be good or bad.”

“You didn’t see her!”

Kara hadn’t meant to lash out, but Kelly didn’t even flinch.

“I’m just saying that both of you have some significant baggage going into relationships, and both of you could really benefit from some good and open communication. It can’t really get any worse than it is now, right?”

Kelly was right, and Kara knew it, but she didn’t want to admit it. She didn’t have the strength to go back again, to get her heart broken all over again when Lena told her that no, it really was over, there was nothing left to be said. Would she have her driver drop off Kara’s belongings at her apartment, or would Kara have to collect it herself, in an icy silence, while Lena looked on without having to disguise her distaste for her anymore, not having to mask all the ways she must hate -

“Hey Kara, your phone’s blowing up.”

Her sister’s voice dragged her out of her mounting anxiety attack. She was right – the device was vibrating every five seconds in her pocket. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Kelly and Alex exchange a look – it really was no mystery who was texting her.

“Do you want to get that?”

Kara shook her head. She didn’t want to see, she didn’t want to know what Lena really thought of her.

“Hey”, Kelly said, cupping her face and gently forcing Kara to meet her eyes.

“If your proposal really, truly upset her, do you think she would try so hard to get a hold of you?”

“I…”, Kara swallowed. Kelly’s words made so much sense, and it was infuriating in a way. Kara would rather eat Alex’ entire stock of ice cream, and make her do a 7pm run to the gas station to get her some more, and cry on her couch until the sun would come up in the morning.

But she knew that Kelly was right, and if there was any part of her relationship with Lena that was salvageable, she had to make an effort. It was worth it. Their love was worth it. She closed her eyes, took one last breath and switched on her display.

Kara I’m so sorry

fuck, what have I done

I screwed up

I understand if you don’t want to talk to me again, and I promise I will honour that decision, but please, let me explain. I won’t make excuses for my behaviour but I need you to know this is not what I wanted to happen

I’m so so sorry

Kara looked up at Kelly and Alex, who were trying their best to contain their curiosity in order to keep their impartial veneer. Kara gave them a tentative smile.

I’m coming over.

It was clear from Lena’s puffy, red-rimmed eyes that she’d been crying as well. When she saw Kara, she made a motion as if to reach out to her, only to retract her hands at the last second, thinking better of it.

“Kara…”, she started, haltingly, “I can’t begin to tell you how sorry I am.”

“You’ve already said that”, Kara replied. The pain of her previous breakdown was still fresh in her mind and she wasn’t in the mood for having her chain yanked around.

“I know. It’s just…”

Lena sighed. “This is how it’s always been. How every relationship has turned out. I set the boundaries and I watch as they either betray me or lose interest. Everyone except you.”

Kara stayed silent, waiting for her to continue.

“I’m a Luthor, Kara, I drag people down with me. I thought if I just drove you away like all the others before I got too attached, if I just kept that last bit of control, it wouldn’t hurt as bad.”

She laughed, mirthlessly.

“I thought wrong, obviously. Because you’re so wonderful, and loyal, and far too good to me, and you stayed. And after all I did, after the expectations I put on you, you still wanted to marry me, and I couldn’t watch you give yourself up like that.”

“So you denied me the choice?”, Kara cried. “Because I chose you, I chose you every single day because I love you-”

“I love you too. I tried to deny it, I tried to hide it from myself but I can’t anymore, I love you and oh God, I don’t want to lose you”, Lena sobbed, borderline incoherent.

“I don’t want to lose you either”, Kara answered, her voice and face softening. Lena’s head whipped up, her mouth forming an astounded o. She reached out again, truly this time, but Kara caught her hand before it could touch her cheek, gently placing it back at Lena’s side. It would be so easy to give in. Kara wanted nothing more than to kiss Lena again, to hold her and pretend that nothing was wrong. But she knew something was wrong, deeply so, and ignoring it would only make the issue fester.

“We need to talk about this”, Kara said, finality heavy in her voice.

Lena nodded, avoiding her eyes, sniffling.

“Tomorrow”, Kara decided. “We’re both upset. We need to have a clear head if we want to find out how to move past this.”

“I know”, Lena replied simply, and Kara couldn’t help herself. She lifted Lena’s chin with a single finger and gave her a reassuring smile.

“Goodnight, Lena. We’ll see each other again tomorrow. I won’t go anywhere.”

“I believe you”, Lena said, and while her voice was hoarse from crying, the determination rang true. There’d still be a them tomorrow.

#supercorptober 2020 #lena luthor #kara danvers #supercorp #supergirl fanfic #9 for 9 and i had to wrestle my laptop into submission to upload this #this is the fifth try

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monkey-network · 4 years

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Wall-E v. Flip Flappers: Love and Direction

WARNING: This has potential spoilers for both Pixar’s Wall-E and the anime Flip Flappers. Thank you, take care where ever you be, and enjoy.

I like to watch animation, and the reason is because animation is fun for me to watch. *Applause* Thank you... Thank you, you all are too kind.

Most times I get that sense where I don’t feel like doing much else beyond a routine. Wake up, do what you have to do, what you need to do, replenish yourself, back to bed to do it again tomorrow. You could diverge here and there with extracurricular activities, but you slowly feel as though they’re just distractions from what is important. Your sense of direction soon becomes a circular rut, and that is probably what Wall-E faced in his many years cleaning up the Earth. He possesses curiosity with the items he salvages, but things are nonetheless a standard day to day because he has nothing else to strive for, nobody to interact with beyond his cockroach friend that is cuter than any anime girl I’ve seen in years.

This is where EVE shows up to indirectly provide a monkey wrench to the mundanity. It’s a struggling start at first, but when the two come together there’s that feeling that change is in the air. Wall-E can finally do more with someone that comes to at least be respectful and genuinely intrigued with him. Then again, she doesn’t immediately fall for him, EVE has her own agenda and when that means they’re forced to separate, Wall-E takes it upon himself to not let that concern for her linger. As such, the adventure he goes on become as much EVE’s adventure in seeing that Wall-E is just as meaningful to her as the plant she seeks to protect. Where Wall-E is trapped in a rut, EVE basically wants to be in the rut because she feels it suits her. The buster cannon she somehow has perfectly represents her character initially, a shoot first ponder later type of person; cannot truly take the time to slow down like Wall-E. It probably would’ve been just as effective for the two to stay on Earth, but it’s pretty profound that Wall-E helps EVE get out of her mundanity in considerably her natural more automated domain, all while not coming off as insensitive to her goal. It is as much an environmental message based film as it is a romantic adventure about two intrigued lovers finding that mutual bond when they decidedly get out of the rut after finding significant reasons to think differently.

The moment of EVE and Wall-E in the dumpster is one of my favorites in all of Pixar. There is where EVE makes her own decision after Wall-E essentially showed her that it’s possible, after everything he’s done for her. It’s from that moment until after she repairs him back on Earth where we see the drive to not just make him live again, but to return the favor he gave her ten-fold. The love works because they both get to grow as characters.

Then there’s Flip Flappers. Our protagonist, Cocona, hardly dreams for much, at best she’d probably become a teacher’s assistant or worse, a blogger that thinks liking and hating media means having a personality. Now already, this is like Steven Universe Future but far better because with Papika coming into the fray, we actually get to enjoy life a little.

Papika’s first encounter with Cocona is literally escaping a harsh and relentless situation to then fly above Cocona with her surfboard on a bright day; the opening truly sets the tone of the series. The fantasia of Pure Illusion is definitely otherworldly, but it’s not without mortality. Papika and Cocona have their cosmic explorations, yet there is the chance of life and death, especially in the first episode where Papika was more than willing to die just to get her new friend’s glasses back. It isn’t a morbid series, but it can be grim from time to time until we see our leads pull through with the power of their feelings. The two get their victories, have their fun, but as the series continues, the fun and games become harsher to stomach as the reality of everyone involved slowly unravels to reveal that everything Cocona thought was stable to her was bullshit, including her Grandma.

Similar to Wall-E where we feel like there’s no choice but to stick to a routine, Flip Flappers is about how the past can hinder you from wanting to move forward. The more you let the past take hold of you, the harder it can be to understand what’s worth going on. It is only when Cocona realizes her love for Papika in an admittedly trippy flashbackforward, only then when Papika sacrifices herself once again does Cocona take that first step and declare that this isn’t the end of them; there is more to come as they return home together. The connection we see of EVE and Wall-E, Papika and Cocona, feel like we get to be with them with our heads in the clouds, immersed in seeing the couples come together in spite of all because that’s what they mutually choose to go for. Flip Flappers is less grounded of a feature than Wall-E, but nonetheless captures that floaty feel of being there with a special someone. These relationships are built on the idea that thinking forward, especially with someone you’ve come to appreciate, is an eternal opportunity. The theatrical magic comes in knowing that the only direction these characters truly seek to go is up.

As much as I watch and talk about a lot of media, so rarely does a series or film do anything for me beyond distract me from the responsibilities I have in real life. They can have a meaningful message, but most times... I just move on because they’re just cartoons at the end of the day. Wall-E and Flip Flappers both offer that bombastic, memorable, and warm energy throughout their duration, but it’s until the very end where you see how it all comes together. Where the pieces were stacked up only to finally cascade into an awestruck emotionally striking epicenter. And that is when they hit you with something only the best media can offer when it’s finally over:

Not just a strong message, but thoughtful optimism

#Wall-E #pixar #disney #flip flappers #flipflap #anime #animation #analysis

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velmalav · 5 years

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bubbles {roger taylor}

warnings: lightly implied nudity, swearing.

synopsis: roger and reader share a bubble bath after a party.

word count: 2k+

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It had been another long, seemingly unbearable shift at work. As soon as the rickety back door of the factory shut and the cool air encircled me, I sighed in relief. Saturday evening shifts were the absolute worst, but at least I always had somewhere to be afterwards. This particular night, my close friend Freddie had invited me to one of his unhinged, bombastic parties.

I’d initially met Fred right before he’d become lead singer of Smile. We were always running into each other at the bus stop, sharing gas station snacks and chatting about our future plans. He was so ambitious and had this otherworldly vibe to him, and I guess he felt the same about me, because ever since, he’d treated me like family.

The bus ride over gave me to time to slide my ponytail out of my hair and cover my hideous factory outfit with a black leather jacket and some heels. The black work pants would just have to do for tonight, but after the shift I’d had, it was the least of my worries.

Fred’s house was a couple of blocks from the stop I got off at, but I could hear the music as soon as I stepped onto the street. A steady rainfall had picked up during the ride over, so by the time I reached his front door, I was soaked head to toe – save for the small portion of my head covered by a magazine that I’d found on the bus.

I walked straight in, as I usually do, and immediately spotted Brian, Roger, and John sitting around one of Fred’s many fireplaces, drinks in hand. It was already nearly one in the morning, so I expected them – if not most people in the place – to be piss drunk.

Taking a glass of wine from a random table, I slid into the spot beside Brian. He raised his eyebrows at me, “Do you even know who’s that is?”

Shaking my head with a smile, I downed it. A server came by with a sparse tray, presumably to start clean up, but I intercepted another full glass no one had bothered to grab. Downing that one just as fast as the first, I was met with three skeptical stares.

“Someone must’ve had a night,” Roger commented, crossing an ankle over his knee.

“The usual bullshit. Wish I could’ve gotten here before it got…” meeting his eyes, I grimaced. “sad.”

“Fred passed out ages ago, so you’re definitely right on that one,” Brian replied.

“What are you guys doing sitting around so late? And sober at that.”

Roger glanced over his shoulder to a red head standing at the bottom of the staircase. “Definitely not sober, love. But had my eyes on somethin’.”

“Good luck with that, Rog,” I quipped, chuckling as I reached for another discarded wine glass that wasn’t completely empty. Again, Brian judged me for it.

With my blessing, Roger got up and shimmied his way over the staircase. I continued my search for scraps while chatting lightly with Brian and John, but there was really nothing new happening, and the party died down even quicker than it had before.

By the time the last few guests cleared out, and John and Brian had bid their farewells, I was tipsy and stumbling around Fred’s messy foyer. For some reason, I found myself reorganizing his shoe closet while wearing one of his robes – sheer and floral, just how I liked them.

He had a lot of wild options – none suitable for the outdoors, but they were fun to look at. I swear I splashed a few drops of wine into some of his boots, and had stained his one pair of white clogs. Brian would definitely comment on that sooner rather than later.

But even cleaning got boring, believe it or not. My drunk self was finding it harder and harder to see straight, but I was determined to make the rest of this night a dream… even if it was nearly four in the morning. So I ran myself a bath.

Fred’s bubble bath options were pathetic to say the least, but I made sure to use a fair amount (if you call a whole bottle a fair amount). My toes swirled around the water to test the temperature before fully submerging a leg in, and soon my whole body. The bubbles began to tower over me, so much so that I had to swish them away periodically. But for the first time that night, I finally felt like I was having fun. My eyes drifted shut, head lolling back against the tub.

“You planning on flooding the whole bloody bathroom?” a voice spoke.

Eyes flying open, I quickly found Roger standing at the door with his arms crossed. His eyes seemed to be burning a hole through my face, looking at me in a way I’d only seen him look at his nightly hookups. It didn’t even hit me that I was naked until I remembered where I was, and saw that water was steadily running down the sides of the bath.

Shrieking a little, I flew up to grab the faucet, but my feet slipped and I fell right back into the bubbles. Roger chuckled as he walked over, turning off the water himself.

“Still piss drunk I see,” he smirked, before chuckling again at my red face. It was the only thing visible at this point, as every step closer he took, the further I sunk down into the bubbles.

“Hardly,” I mumbled, bubbles popping at my mouth movement. Peering up at him, I smiled. “You know what? I very much am actually. But I’m having a great time.”

Roger rolled his eyes with another belly laugh. His face settled again; however, as he ran his fingers along the water. “Still warm,” he muttered. His eyes were now playful as they met my sheepish ones. “Can I join?”

Even in the state I was in, it was still strange for him to ask me that. He’d never shown any interest in me; it was always small talk and light-hearted jokes with him. But tonight, he must’ve been feeling rather desperate, or still maybe even a little drunk.

I hesitated. “Um, if you want,” my voice just barely a whisper as I played with the bubbles around my mouth.

The next time I looked up, Roger had already discarded his shirt and was in the process of unbuttoning his pants. I couldn’t help but watch, heart jumping up and down inside of my chest. He must’ve felt me staring, because he took a quick glance over his shoulder to raise his eyebrows at me.

“You like what you see?” he joked, tossing one of his socks at me.

I squealed and volleyed it away. “You’ve got some nerve considering I’m sharing my bath with you, Rog.”

Right as he went to pull down his underwear, I sat up and rested my elbows against the side of the tub, slicking my hair back. “Excuse me, boy, but I hope you don’t plan on coming in here without your swim trunks.”

Roger fully turned around now, eyeing me suspiciously.

I bat my eyelashes sarcastically. “I’m sure Fred’s got some in his closet.”

At this point, he knew it was a joke, but made a point to press it along further. “Well in my defense, I didn’t know Fred’s bathrooms followed community pool rules.”

“I mean, this tub is pretty big,” I explained with a shrug, earning another laugh from Roger.

Before I could even react, he was beside me, the tips of his blonde hair darkening from the water. Without meeting his eyes, I went back to staring out from the edge of the tub, head falling to lay on my arms. I didn’t feel so tipsy anymore – thank God.

“So what happened with the red head from earlier?” I wondered out loud.

I could feel Roger’s eyes on me. “Wasn’t nearly as fun as I’d imagined.”

I finally took the liberty of facing him, my back now against the tub. “I’m sure this is much more fun then.”

He smiled at that, moving closer so that he was directly in front of me. This tub suddenly felt so small. I tucked my legs under me in hopes that I could separate myself a bit.

“You are one of Fred’s more interesting friends, I must say,” Roger said.

I cocked my head, eyebrows raising. “Thanks?”

“Not many would invite me into their bubble baths, for one.”

He slid close, close enough for our knees to touch.

“I’m pretty sure you invited yourself.”

Closer again. Now only a thin layer of bubbles separated us. I was sure Roger could feel my heart considering how forceful and rapidly it was beating. His eyes were hooded, signaling that he was still a bit hazy from the alcohol.

Maybe he could feel my unease, or maybe he couldn’t, but Roger had always known how to lighten the mood. Picking up a handful of bubbles, he blew them straight into my face. I huffed them back off me, coughing as I had inhaled a bit before we both began to laugh.

“How much did you even use? A whole gallon?” Roger asked.

Without so much as a response, I grabbed my own handful and returned the favor until his entire face was covered in bubbles.

“I should’ve seen that coming, I suppose,” he chuckled.

I found myself sliding closer to him, so when he wiped the soap from his face, our noses were almost touching. His smile immediately faltered. I reached up and stacked some of the bubbles on top of his head, small giggles falling from my lips as the excess toppled down onto his shoulders and down the back of his neck.

We stayed like that for a while, both trying to bury the other in the seemingly endless bubbles. It got pretty competitive, chock full of trash talk.

Once our childlike games had finished, I leaned to the side to wet my hair again, unknowingly revealing my chest as the bubbles floated away from my body. When I glanced back over, Roger was obviously staring. Before I could cover myself back up, he snaked his arms around my waist, tugging me into him. His hands glided down to my lower back and back up to the center, fingers digging in just slightly. It was soothing.

“Can I ask you something?” I breathed, resting both hands on his shoulders.

“Mmm,” Roger hummed. As he awaited my question, one of his hands reached up to brush away some soap residue from my forehead.

“What are we doing?”

“Having a bath, love,” he chuckled, the hand that was previously on my forehead now trailing to rest along my jaw. “Still got a lot of soap on you.”

His touch was hypnotizing, enough to pull my eyelids closed. “Mind getting it off then?”

“Already on it,” Roger whispered.

When I reopened my eyes, his hands weren’t moving anymore, and he was gazing over at me. I could feel my face heating up and broke eye contact, looking to where our chests met. Almost on cue, he began to pour little handfuls of warm water down the sides of my face. I could see the soap pooling around us, white residue beginning to stick to our bodies.

“Not sure we’re being proactive here-“ I started, but was quickly cut off by Roger’s hand cupping my cheek, the other gripping my side, causing me to yelp.

“Something else about you, what sets you apart from Fred’s other friends…” he murmured so quietly. “You’re so gorgeous. Funny, too.”

In any other scenario, the words wouldn’t have penetrated and would’ve been met with complete spite. But tonight, wine drunk in a bubble bath in the early hours of the morning, I let them melt me.

“Really boosting my ego, Taylor,” I purred.

Roger bit his lip to hold back the smile from my comment. “Even in that dreadful uniform, when your hair is pulled back and you can see sweat forming at your hairline. You’ve always caught my eye.”

Now this, this didn’t feel like a regular compliment. His words were sincere, as if he wanted me to know that despite what I’ve I already known him to be, he meant them.

“Well,” I mustered out, voice trembling. I glanced down at my hand as it trailed up into his hair before latching itself onto a handful. Meeting his stare, I leaned into him. “I’d be lying if I said I never… thought of you.”

Roger’s eyes lit up. With that confirmation, I leaned up and slowly connected our lips. The kiss was sweet and sultry. He bent closer to me so he could completely envelope me in his touch. I don’t think we could’ve gotten any closer in that moment.

When we pulled apart, both of us were panting. Roger ran a hand gently up and down my throat, fingers light as they slid along. I finally let go of his hair, earning disappointed hum from him.

We stayed in the tub until the water got cold, the bubbles dissolved, and the curtains surrounding the windows began to change from their regular blue to a light orange, signaling the morning light.

And at nearly seven in the morning, both huddled into the corner of the tub, arms wrapped around each other, with soft smiles on both of our faces, I couldn’t deny the butterflies in my stomach.

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tumblunni · 5 years

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OH FUCK I THINK I FINALLY CRACKED THE CODE OF WHY I ALWAYS LIKE THE VILLAINS BETTER

Like man it always makes me so confused cos i mean im a soft AF person and i always end up having sympathetic redemption headcanons for them so its not like i like VILLAINY ITSELF but what else do all these characters have in common?

Thats it. Thats it, ursula helped me crack it.

I just WANT THOSE TRAITS ON THE HEROES

I really want a nice confident sassy funny chubby trans auntie who promotes body positivity to our young hero and always gets to say the coolest lines and get the best moments and BE LOVED FOR WHO SHE IS

And like usually whenever you get anywhere close to seeing those "villain traits" on a hero they like.. Remove all the good parts. If you have a supportive hero aunt she's always boring and generically supportive instead, and has to look like the most stereotypical boring mess ans have a super small plot role and uuuugh thats IF SHES EVEN THERE i mean seriously aunties and grandmas are weirdly less represented as mentors than grandpas who are already REALLY HARD TO FIND and again OFTEN GENERIC AND UNFUN WHENEVER THEY GET TO APPEAR

And how damn often are we allowed to have a chubby gay aunt!! WHERE IS MY CHUBBY GAY AUNT!! ive met SO MANY chubby gay aunts in real life like 90% of all my psychologists have been either that or like.. The exact same but a straight lgbt ally instead. Sassy plus size aunties are THE BACKBONE OF OUR SOCIETY DAMMIT! I've had so much help thanks to sassy gay aunts!! And like even just looking at any damn crowd scene in a normal city centre youre gonna see so many chubby aunts and long nosed uncles and all those sorts of bullshit "ugly people" that mass media pretends are ugly and relegates to One Minor Role In The Entire Cast despite them being infinately more common than supermodels and NOT UGLY AT ALL GEEZ IT PISSES ME OFF SO MUCH

I cant believe im a fuckin disney villain fan cos of body positivity

Tfw u suck so bad at making hateable people that the fandom universally hugs all your villains and ignores your boring protagonists like fuckin TAKE THAT DIDNEY

God i wanna hug hades sooo bad he just needs a friend aaaaaa

And i mean its not just disney, every damn time ive obsessed over a villain its been because they have some trait thats supposed to be "bad" but its actually good and we dont get to see it on the heroes

Like my thing with science villains in particular is that when i first played ff7 i really liked the idea of an evil minion who's a bad sidekick not just because he's "dumb" or "bumbling" but because he's actually not interested in any of the evil stuff and he works against his own boss and is like.. Friendly to the heroes, i have no particular grudge against you and i wont stop you if im off duty and all. I liked the Turks for the same reason but in the origibal ff7 translation they were kind of stoic and serious and i didnt really become as much of a fan of them til i saw them being more goofy and comic relief in some optional sidequests and then their movie adaptation. But hojo was always being all "lol my boss's plan is so stupid amirite" and had that very memorable scene where he's just sunbathing and tells you everything you need to know to get to the next thing to ruin his boss's plan cos i mean fuck it who even cares im just here to soak up some sun while fully dressed in a turtleneck and labcoat. It sucked so much that he was such a reprehensible bastard with creepy sexual assault vibes and murder and child abuse and experimenting on people and basically just NOT A LOVEABLE VILLAIN but his CONCEPT held so much potential to be filled by a sympathetic character instead...

So yeah then cos of him i kept being obsessed with finding SOME CHARACTER SOMEWHERE that actually lived up tp that potential, and thats why i was instantly interested in charon from pokemon and totally on edge waiting for the slightest chance for him to become That Perfect Sass Gramps Of Legend. And then he was indeed sassy!! And had so little screenyime that there was potential for interpretation of him as potentially redeemable cos i mean the game never said he wasnt, the game barely said anything about him at all, lol. And he was so old and small and frail looking and i just wanted to protect him!! And then that one wifi event that actually hinted at synpatheticness!! Aaaa its a recipe for a Forever Fave~

And i guess maybe it all started with my grandma being awesome and me really missing her? Cos i had shitty abusive parents and she was my ONLY good family member who showed me what love was like. And she was also basically a supervillain. Like every damn supervillain trait except being evil! She was bombastic and confident and sassy and mischievious and loud and passionate about stuff and always had something funny to say and never gave up no matter how many times she failed. And she also used all that great power for the forces of good!

So yeh thats why i love sassy good guys and i hate that often even when a sassy villain gets redeemed they seem to lose all their edge and become more generic now theyre a good guy. Or they get totally sidelined with no screentime anymore, or they ONLY get to be comic relief and dont get the full and complex redemption they deserve. Or just a lot of bads!! Its never the simplest answer of just fuckin.. Keep the character the character. Thats kinda why i didnt feel too much for the maleficent movie even though the concept itself sounded like everything i ever wanted. The character in that movie is a very different person to origibal maleficent, she's more just a stoic tsundere mumsy figure than a hammy badass iconicness. Still a nice villain redemption but it felt like it would have been better as an original story instead of an attempted maleficent. Also i wish they handled it better with the whole "true love's kiss could be from your mum instead" thing cos i get sooooo grossed out whenever i see people shipping movie maleficent and aurora! Like yes sleeping beauty with lesbians would be great but not when one of them is old enough to be her mum and raised her like a mum and changed her goddamn diapers! Also why did they have to ruin the three good fairies just to make maleficent have the mum opportunity? Like just remove them from the story if you wanted maleficent to raise the kid instead. No need to rewrite them into incompetant assholes when they were everyone's fave part of the original! Dont sacrifice the rare and elusive Good Sassy Gay Aunts!! THEYRE LIKE THE ONLY ONES IN DIDNEY!!! (Incodentally merlin is the equivelant of this to hades as the fairies are to ursula)

Also also villains tend to have ACTUAL FLAWS in stories that have a more boring bland protagonist. I wanna see the story behind charon's neuroses and how he struggles with overcoming his temptation to be bad because of greed but ultimately manages to conquer his own negative side because power of friendship and such. Thats a great character arc that provides so much more than he does as a villain where they just wasted him entirely :(

SO BASICALLY IN SUMMARY

* villains are often more complex and well developed characters with flaws while the same wroter might make shitty heroes due to the illogical fear that nobody would root for them if they werent 100% perfect and successful at everything ever

* villains are also often made as negative stereotypes of minorities and other rarely seen traits, which means its easy to reach out to them and reclaim them as a more positive version when theres literally no other options for you to cling to

* the quite common accidental sympathy factor where a villain will seem to be hated more than they deserve for their actions, ir unjustly punished so much that they feel like an underdog, since the writer assumes you'll think theyre "more evil" for being a stereotype and if you dont agree that this thing is bad then it seems like they have way less sins than the story claims they do

* also sass. Sass is good.

But basically the whole root of it is that its stupid and cruel and doesnt goddamn work when you make villains bigoted stereotypes. It just makes me love them! The only person i hate when i see a stereotypical villain is the writer who thought that was a good idea, lol. Just imagine that meme of the samurai holding the cat but its me holding all disney villains!

Also even if a villain isnt outright intentionally meant to be "this minority is bad", it can still make me symoathetic to them if theyre still something thats rare amoung the hero side in the same series. Like charon being the "most unredeemable" villain despite being the most harmless and funny and his plan being so much less world destroying than cyrus, and also he's the only grandpa villain in like.. The whole of all. And he's drawn very much in that way thays supposed to be "ugly" i.e normal grandpa, vs that weird sort of younger than he looks grandpa that hero ones tend to be because blablabla beauty ewuals goodness anti body positivity whatever. Tho actually sinnoh was good with that, they had the best grandpa professor in my opinion cos he got to be sassy too! Rowan always reminds me of auron from ff10. Sinnoh was a good game where i liked a lot of both the heroes and villains even if i still had more villain faves cos i mean pokemon is always biased towards that for me since every game has a voiceless perosnalityless main character and often theyre the one doing most of the heroing with the supporting hero characters having surprisingly little proper screen time. Thats a big part of why i loved hau gladion and lillie in sun and moon! They felt more like a real friend group than any other ones before.

ANYWAY now im just going offtopic into more "i love lots of stuff about every pokemon game" so ill stop typing now

But just basically VILLAINS ARE GOOD COS THEYRE GOOD CHARACTERS and if those stories gavethe same character a good guy role then id still love them just as much, if not more. I dont specifically like villainy, its just that my definition of a good character is often considered a bad character by lazy writers, apparantly?

Also WHERE IS MY SUPPORTIVE GOOD GRAMPS CHARON GAME AND GAY AUNTIE URSULA GIVES YOU FASHION TIPS SMARTPHONE MMO

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greetingsfromeboncreek · 6 years

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GOOD LORD IT’S FINALLY DONE. I’ve had it like 80% done for like 3 weeks, I just haven’t had any time to actually. Finish it. I’ve had her commentary written sinceee *checks google docs* August 28th, yikes. I really like how it came out though! The I-Beam baseball bat is not canon, but it was the easiest way I could think of to show off her super strength. I also spiced up her outfit a little bit just ‘cuz- she was in a metal band originally, so I thought I’d make her pants look the part, lol. I’m also happy I got her characteristic slouch just right- I like to think she’s actually the tallest of the original Ebon Creek crew but you’d never be able to tell because she never stands up straight.

Anywayyyyyy

Oof. Last time I discussed racial diversity in Suppresion, so I suppose it would only be fair to rip off the bandage and do gender this time. And my feelings on it are that girls are actually treated really well in Suppression! Haha, you thought. Granted, the ratios are a little off- I think it's roughly ⅓ girls to boys, but let's be real, that's a HELL of a lot better than other things I've seen, and the girls we have are cool as hell, without the usual pitfalls. They get their own character arcs, their actions don't revolve around a guy, the chemistry they may have with other characters doesn't feel forced, they get interesting and fleshed out backstories (Mara and Solstice are my favorite in that regard, and I feel like there was a lot left to learn about other characters like Maggie), etc.

...That being said though, Sally’s arc caught me off guard. Her major motivation it seemed to me, was to find Kolt and kick the crap out of him for infecting her. It was a really strong motivation too- the whole reason she stayed in Ebon Creek as opposed to joining the Thalnasia crew. She HATED that guy. So I kept reading through the Asylum arc, waiting for the final showdown that felt inevitable, like Charlie with the Wights, but it...never happened? Instead, most of her matches with Kolt got completely overshadowed by Bael, and the biggest one was with Victus. She never even MET Kolt again after she chose to stay in Ebon Creek, and never even brought him up again either. After Kolt possessed Jericho I was like “Oh ok now he's got a super punchable body, Sally could be a reasonable matchup now!” And then Kolt, uh. Died. Like, for real. (For anyone who hasn’t read Suppression, these commentaries are under a read more for a reason, lmao.) I realize some things just aren't workable or have to be cut for time, but… considering Sally had one of the strongest motivations in the original Asylum arc and wasn't just ‘along for the ride’ like Cerene, or unwittingly dragged into it like Arrie, the wrap up to it fell kinda flat to me.

That being said, I love Sally as a character herself. Her tendency to bluntly cut through people’s bullshit when everyone else dances around details is refreshing, whether it's in a fight or a conversation. I also love her relationship with Bael; it's not often you see a pair where the girl is the beefy bruiser and the guy has more intellectually focused abilities. It's not a lopsided relationship either; Bael is implied to really care about her and her feelings, but also knows she can handle herself and doesn't need protecting either. It comes off as a surprisingly healthy relationship, despite Bael being, y’know, an ass. However, as much as I like Sally’s blunt, bombastic personality, I also love seeing the depth she's given in the form of small, vulnerable moments. The implication from her character page that she wasn't always THIS violent, and she knows she's slowly losing it because of the plague, and her fear from that. Her more musical side that pops up sometimes. The little smile when Bael carries her like a princess. The wordless glare when Kolt gets brought up. It's little things like that that really fill out her character and make it apparent that she's more than just dumb muscle.

Hmm what else is there… I like her color palette, I think the green and gold go together nicely. I also think it's interesting that, pre plague, she used to play the bass in a band? I think she's the only character that's confirmed to be able to play an instrument, and it's neat to see a more artistic side of her. Also, apparently her and Nick are cousins in the reboot, which is no doubt going to cause some antics. Which I am very much looking forward to. :3c

#image post #Sally Eliptor #Suppression #fanart #my art #character portrait #im actually making sure all of the demon characters eyes glow in these portraits but you cant actually tell when zoomed out like this >:C

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qqueenofhades · 6 years

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THEY WERE CRyiNG AND KISSING EACH OTHER WHAT THE FUUUUBSKXUEOBFKFHDOBFKFHF WHAT KIND OF TRUE LOVE LAW DEFYING BULLSHIT WHAT KIND OF TENDER !;@;$9:$:9!((4 Ps I did not miss how Matija basically served as the one to spell it out for both of them “hellooo shes the equal exchange because of HOW MUCH SHE FUCKING MEANS TO YOU DOES NOBODY HEAR THE WORDS COMING OUT OF MY MOUTH?!?! DO YOU MORONS NOT REALIZE JUST HOW MUCH YOU LOVE EACH OTHER” AHHHHHH just kill me

See. Seeeeeee. This is why all the people yelling at him/cursing him make me cackle a bit, because ever since he showed up they have:

made out in the snow

cuddled all the way to Arkhangelsk

held onto each other while he was getting his leg fixed

shared a bed/cuddled/nearly kissed

had the “good morning my love” moment (and then Panic)

Matija being like “yeah so why does that dude not give you what you deserve”

had more Panic on Flynn’s part after TRK showed up to talk to Lucy in person, came very close to feelings confession

had the “I’m not good enough for you” moment

had the most Tender (tm) of makeouts in the bedroom

actually outright defied the damn Raven King (both of them) when he asked for Lucy to come with him

had him then spell out for them that these two fools are in desperate love and belong to each other

more cuddles, emotional talks about their pasts, close quarters snuggling and heartfelt apologies

AND SO ON.

I mean, Matija’s methods might be a little bombastic, but he has pretty much single-handedly forced them to get their shit together re: each other, and for that, I feel he should be congratulated. And he’s still their biggest shipper as a result, at least indirectly, so yes.

#ssm asks #aflowerofyes #ask

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crusherthedoctor · 6 years

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Say what you will about the rather wasted use of the “Robotnik takes over the world” premise in Forces, but putting that aside, I actually really like Robotnik’s portrayal in the game.

Because while it may not be his most colorful or his most bombastic appearance, it’s arguably one of his most intelligent. Throughout the whole game, he shows a very impressive amount of foresight and logic:

He had backup power sources at the ready in case the heroes fucked things up.

He had Infinite destroy his Phantom Ruby prototypes to ensure that the heroes couldn’t make use of them.

Despite letting Sonic live for a while initially in order to flaunt his victory, he’s willing to cut the bullshit and send his ass straight to Null Space the moment he realises the hedgehog might have a chance of turning the tables.

He had a backup plan in case his Majora’s Mask reenactment Virtual Sun plan fell through.

The endgame seems to imply that he had the necessary precautions to deal with Infinite the whole time, in case of failure and/or betrayal, and there’s nothing Infinite could do about it. (Although it’s all the more ironic that Infinite never actually expressed the desire to betray him.)

It’s also implied that Robotnik is actually more skilled at utilising the Phantom Ruby’s power than Infinite ever was, given that the moment he starts using it directly, he’s able to summon a whole army of clones.

And on top of all that, the biggest mistake that ultimately costs Robotnik wasn’t even his own fault, as it was Infinite who carelessly dropped one of the Ruby prototypes.

So while Forces’ story as a whole definitely has it’s flaws and squandered potential, I still think Robotnik’s showing was pretty great in spite of that.

#Shit Crusher Says #Opinion #Dr. Ivo Robotnik #Sonic Forces #Sonic Forces Spoilers

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acim · 4 years

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A Short Autopsy of a Career

My hands shook as I hovered over the enter button, a single press of a button to finalize a decision I had been painstakingly going over in my head for months and months. An old toy cow from my previous students’ teacher watched over me in the background, reminding me that if I left, this would be another abandonment of these kids. I started welling up and a pit in my stomach grew. This was not the loving thing to do I told myself over and over again. But I could not go on like this, crying every day as I drove to school, hoping against hope that I would get in a car crash or contract COVID; anything to get out of this. This would be destroy me if I did not get out. So I begrudgingly pressed enter. I sent the email that would burn quite a few bridges. I turned my phone off, afraid of the repercussions, and walked out the classroom, leaving behind my keys, badge, and pass. I feel isolated and alone, a temporary feeling that will end soon, but that I must weather through. Was I running away from a scenario where I could be loving? Maybe so. And that’s okay. There’s a point where there is a room you need to get out of; a point where you are in the wrong place and you are being told just that by yourself or by god; that you being here is detrimental to yourself and thereby also detrimental to those around you. You belong somewhere else. And for me that was this scenario. (This is actually strikingly similar to another scenario I was in a month or so ago, I truly have been on the wrong path for the past year in so many ways.) “There are doubtless subtle surprises ahead, but I feel secure and ready” -Sam Melville, Letter from Attica, 1961 All of this still feels like I’m making egoic excuses. It feels both right and wrong at the same time. There is this egoic franticness my mind espouses; this obsession with the future (deeply negative in abandoning my students, and deeply positive for going back into the medical/scientific field where I can really grow and make a difference). But there is also this serene sadness; this feeling that I don’t know what’s going on, but deep down this feels like the right, and difficult, move. Maybe that’s god leading me? Specifically that difficulty stems from me actually listening to myself. Me actually putting myself first and letting myself be led by my inner self, rather than bombastically barreling forward with what people expect of me. (This is why I got that gemini tattoo, to remind myself that I have an inclination and tendency to take on other people’s expectations as my own desires; to “twin” everyone I meet. Hopefully it can help me avoid that) It truly is one of the most difficult things to do to surrender and be led. To let go, and really just allow things to happen. To not try to force things. I have talked about this before, but we are indoctrinated from a young age that in order to get anything done we must plan, we must enter any situation fully aware of what the end goal is. We must make ourselves. But that is foolish thinking. We must let go and trust that what is happening is the right thing. It is the only thing that is happening and can happen. There is no other way for the world to exist, so it must be right. Focusing on what could happen and focusing on trying to make things happen is useless and can only bring pain. For even if that future event you planned for happens, which it most likely won’t, the joy is temporary before you go back to “making things happen”. And because you made this future event happen, it wasn’t what was supposed to happen, so it doesn’t fit in with what you’re supposed to do. So sit back, let go, and truly listen to your inner self. For me, all of this can be applied to teaching. It was something I forced, something I made happen, in order to appease others and for other selfish reasons (better schedule, more vacation, and slightly more money). However, right from the very instant I knew this was not for me. I remember running down the street in the middle of the mid-day Texas heat in July, drenched in sweat, a time whenever I feel most connected to myself and most able to listen to myself, and hearing it so calmly “this is not for you, do not apply for this teaching certificate program”. Then I remember shoving that true and honest guidance to the side with all of these bullshit egoic rationalizations. I should have listened to myself while running. And there were so many other red flags. The whole time I was teaching, and even during the 2 months of training leading up to teaching, everyone close to me could feel this tension. They could feel my inauthentic energy and it led to me closing myself off even more than I normally do. I remember telling my parents when I was accepted into the program, and my dad was extremely supportive, but even more so extremely tentative; saying that this is a good career but it was surprising that I would choose it, because it does not mesh with how he sees me. He has known me for a good portion of my life, and so has a useful perspective on me that I do not have. That concept of other people having valuable perspective is not something new at all, it is something that is mentioned in the Course in Miracles and also the Bible, unsurprising seeing as they’re related and there’s many ways to speak the same truth. “Where no counsel is, the people fall: but in the multitude of counsellors there is safety”-Proverbs 11:14 “Your day is not at random. It is set by what you choose to live it and how the friend whose counsel you you have sought perceives your happiness. You must always ask advice before you decide on anything.”-A Course In Miracles, T-30:30 Because I made this decision alone, without relying on the input of other people who truly know me and have a useful perspective, I have suffered greatly professionally, emotionally, and relationally. Learn from my mistakes, listen to those around you closely for counsel; and do the same for them, give good, honest counsel whenever you are asked for it, it can save so much unnecessary pain. Anyways, I am growing in this area, and listening to the counsel of others, including my inner self, while also doling out true honesty. And it has brought a sort of tumultuous peace. Tumultuous because it is not comfortable, and I am used to my old ways of barreling forward. But peaceful because deep down I know it is the right thing to do, as I can feel a sense of serenity in my body.

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