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Speaking with actor Jason Watkins about my childhood.
When I’d just self-published ‘Poems From a Runaway’ the Charity ‘Missing People’ got in touch. As well as writing a blog for them which I currently can’t find, I spoke with actor Jason Watkins as part of the charity appeal.
Please do consider supporting Missing People as often the efforts undertaken behind the scenes to care, protect and reunite people and families can be easily overlooked.…
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#charity appeal#childhood stories#help missing children#life story#missing children#Missing people#radio appeal#runaway children#UK missing people#vulnerable children#Youtube
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#kids online safety bill#kids online safety act#kosa#stop kosa#bad internet bills#censorship#didn't expect to post about this twice but i absolutely need at least someone to see these points#transphobes#edit: well this took off#somehow forgot a big point from my last more grimly jokey post on this#it's clear as day that the companies supporting are all for it to put the 1000th nail in the coffin for everyone's privacy#it's not about saving the children#and of course the senile freaks in congress aren't budging if it means further screwing over vulnerable minorities in and out of america#shameful. absolutely shameful.
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completely serious when i say if you can't see our collective responsibility to care for children i've entirely dismissed you as a person and don't want to hear a single thing you say
#watch someone interpret this as 'you're DEMANDING that i BIRTH A CHILD???? and SUCCUMB to SOCIETAL PRESSURES you PIECE OF SHIT???'#or something like that#if you can tell that everybody has the responsibility to cultivate a safe world for the vulnerable among us but can't see how that extends#to children - you're an idiot!
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I think the reason why I like Battinson so much is because I feel like this version of Bruce is the most likely to cry when it comes to like, anything, but especially his kids.
I always make jokes about how all it takes is for one mean comment from his kids for Bruce to start absolutely bawling, but I actually could see this happening with Battinson, but instead of crying when his kids bully him, he just cries when they do, well, anything.
Like this man looks like he's about to cry 24/7, so imagine him with 6 hyperactive, intelligent, sassy and adorable children?? He would not survive, they'd tear him apart, but especially with overwhelming love lmao
Everytime he signs adoption papers, he cries. Doesn't matter if he's done it a million times.
His kids want him to read them a bedtime story? He's holding back tears.
Kids want a hug? Totally not crying haha.
Seeing any of his kids with various accomplishments? Tears of pride, no matter how many achievements they reach.
Kid gently implies they'd like to be left alone? Bruce is immediately all "oh no they hate me I did something wrong what did i do do i apologize should i tell them i love them am i a bad parent-" He def has separation anxiety with all of his kids.
Basically anytime any of them call him "dad"? He's hiding in his study to cry out all the overflowing affection within him.
Like I genuinely feel like this Bruce would be the most emotionally vulnerable with his kids. Like he'd be SO soft with them. I bet he's always happy to do little things for/with them, like brushing their hair, eating breakfast with them, watching TV, playing with Legos, etc.
I could see him being the most attentive father, always being cautious and trying to make sure he's doing everything right as a parent. I need to see him cuddle his kids.
DC needs to let Battinson have a Robin because I know that man would drop anything for his children.
and dont get me started on how absolutely devastated this Bruce would be if one of his kids got hurt (and imagine how anguished he becomes after Jason's death)
#i can see this bruce being a very clueless but loving father. let him be softly paternal with any kid he interacts with#i think dc needs to give us a Batman who cries fr#emotionally vulnerable bruce wayne when hes with his family is my shit#the first time he tries to carry one of his kids and realizes theyre too big he starts crying on the spot#ik its been a while since the batman came out ok but i love battinson so much you dont understand#hes a disaster of a man but he tries his best to give his children the childhood he never got#batman#bruce wayne#batfamily#batfam#batdad#the batman#battinson#dc comics#incorrect quotes#dick grayson#jason todd#tim drake#damian wayne#batkids#fanatical posting
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just make out already
#i tried to make gifs of this for HOURS#but the gifs don't do the longing looks justice#the way that they look at each other so soft and vulnerable even when they're fighting#im gonna be physically ill#emma rewatches spn#2x4 children shouldn't play with dead things#spn#wincest#samdean
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[spoilers up to tot main story 11.2] thinking about jerome adams makes me feel like im experiencing a fever dream. prior to main story 11, i was under the impression that he was immensely unnerving, definitely among the game's Big Bads, would probably experiment on children with a ^_^ expression on his face and whatnot. but now AFTER main story 11 im like.....HUH??? im now wondering if hes a Big Bad or if hes instead a lower level antagonist under the thumb of even Bigger Bads (what with how wilson sorge talked about him in such a controlling manner), im wondering if hes just as much of a puppet as all the matters and issues hes got his fingers in, im wondering even if hes being played just as much as he seems to be playing with the nxx investigation team. but, above all, i am struck by
how hes HONESTLY A HILARIOUS GUY IN THIS CHAPTER. like, hes still VERY unnerving and still has disconcertingly ambiguous motives and actions but also like. man lives in a mid apartment that wouldnt feel out of place in the "bitch, you live like this?" meme. he has encyclopedic knowledge about discount promos and vouchers and will happily ramble about it all to unsuspecting strangers and mc (much to her paranoid and stressed displeasure). he got arrested and then released because he was the one being reverse-robbed (????).
hes baffling. im thoroughly baffled. i need to put jerome adams under a microscope and study him like a bug. what is your DEAL
#me in previous main stories: GET JEROME AWAY FROM CHILDREN AND THE VULNERABLE#me after ch11: WH. WHAT. STILL KEEP HIM AWAY BUT I WANNA SEE MORE OF HIM BC HES SO BAFFLING#tears of themis#tot spoilers#jerome adams#tot jerome#jerome be the type of man to go ''tee hee''
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Ok, so this is the MUCH REQUESTED addition to Chapter 8 of I'm Your Man, in which Rosie is forced to put Jill to bed on Christmas day. This one's for the girl-dad Rosie fans, I love you.
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Her fingers were sticky as they clung to the cuff of his sleeve, tugging downwards against his shoulder, the remnants of a hastily devoured mince pie lining her mouth. Rosie wasn't sure he'd ever been responsible for something so tiny before - so fragile, so utterly beyond his own understanding. The stairs creaked beneath their feet as they climbed, cast in the shadow of a single bulb, illuminating the upstairs hallway. Here it felt like stepping into the past, into a part of Frankie's life that she had long since left behind, old crayon doodles littering the wallpaper at knee height that no one had ever bothered covering over.
It was a motif in all of her childhood drawings - two stick figures, a huge man and a little girl, holding each other's little stick hands and smiling little stick smiles. Up ahead, Jill waddled into the bathroom, socks sticking to a puddle on the tile. She dragged a small box stool across the floor, hauling herself up by the rim of the sink until she could only just see her own face in the mirror, her reflection never making it past the bridge of her nose.
"Whatcha doin' there?" Rosie asked, leaning against the doorframe. She had handed him the ragged old teddy bear that she had been carrying in one hand, and he tucked it under one arm, its head poking out as if watching over the scene before it.
The girl's brow furrowed, looking over at him as if he were a fool. "Brushin' teeth."
"Ah, I see," He nodded. In her obscured reflection, Jill couldn't see the mess that covered the lower half of her face, and before she could raise the brush to her mouth, he stepped forward. "Hey, hey, wait a sec."
She raised a brow, tracking his movements as Rosie crouched down before her, their eyes at level height. Dipping one hand into the warm water she had half-filled the sink with, he gently rubbed the pad of his thumb around the corner of her mouth, wiping away the muck. There was certainly a family resemblance when he stood this close, the same brown eyes even beneath that crop of silver-blonde hair that never seemed to lay flat. Jill giggled, his soft touch tickling her cheeks, and he felt himself mirror her grin as he finished, washing away the stickiness from his hands. "There ya go. All done."
"Aw," The girl tutted disappointedly, craning as high as she could to catch a glimpse of her freshly cleaned face in the mirror. "Will there be more pies tomorrow?"
Rosie chuckled, folding his arms across his chest as he stepped back into the doorway. "I'm sure there will be. But not if you don't brush your teeth first."
Jill obliged, and he could hear her whispering through the foam that filled her mouth as she brushed away, quietly counting the seconds like she'd no doubt been taught, making sure she did a good job. He smiled, fighting every urge in his body to ignore the conversation that drifted up to his ear from downstairs.
"That lad's in love with you, else he wouldn't have crossed the bloody country on Christmas Eve to come eat old carrots with you."
It seemed almost too much to take in in a single moment - too heavy, too full of brilliant, wonderful implications for him to deal with right now. The only way to stop himself from standing there, frozen, hanging on every word, was to convince his mind that this was a mission - that this little girl on her wooden step, toothpaste foam running down her chin, was his only objective, and he couldn't afford to be distracted.
Jill bent forward, spitting into the sink, wiping the back of one chubby palm across her face to clean it. The floor creaked beneath her as she jumped down from her step, baring her teeth at him as proof of her hard work. Rosie narrowed his eyes, inspecting closely. "Open up," He demanded, authoritative tone making the child giggle as she stretched her mouth open as wide as possible, peering up at him as he surveyed the job. "Excellent job, soldier - we oughta put you in for a medal for this one," Rosie grinned, raising a hand to his forehead in salute, and a gleeful laugh erupted from her, echoing in the tiny room.
It was a short walk to the girls' bedroom, and he realised upon entering that it must have once belonged to Frankie's parents, sacrificed by her father to accommodate their growing family. The two girls shared a double bed, and Alice had already rolled onto her side, facing the wall as she read a book quietly, waiting for her sister to settle. Rosie uttered an apology as they entered, but she seemed entirely unphased by the noise as Jill clambered clumsily up onto the mattress, clutching her teddy to her chest. "Storytime," She uttered, whispering in the dim light.
"Ah, right," He nodded, and waited until the girl pointed to one of the books that filled the shelf on the wall. Rosie pulled it from the rest, smiling at the boy and the little yellow bear that decorated the cover. His knees ached as he crouched down beside the bed, flicking through the battered, yellowed pages until Jill held out a hand, stopping at the section she liked best.
"What a good choice," Rosie declared. Although the book bore almost no familiarity for him, it was clear in the wear of the paper that it had been loved.
Jill listened intently, blankets tucked up to her chin as he read, angling the book towards her so that she could see its illustrations.
"'Hallo Pooh,' he said. 'How's things?'
'Terrible and Sad,' said Pooh, 'because Eeyore, who is a friend of mine, has lost his tail-"
"Do the voices," Jill whispered, her voice so meek and tired that Rosie almost didn't hear her over the sound of his own.
"What's that, honey?"
"You've gotta do the voices. Everyone always does the voices."
Of course. He considered himself foolish for ever thinking he could get away without such a thing. "Oh, right. Uh-
'-because Eeyore, who is a friend of mine, has lost his tail. And he's Moping about it. So could you very kindly tell me how to find it for him?'"
Rosie paused again at the sound of giggling, muffled beneath the blankets as Jill lifted them to cover her mouth. "That's not the right voice," She snickered, cheeks flushing red at the hilarity of his failure. "Read a different one."
The book fell shut in his lap, and he nodded firmly, pitying Alice as she tried to ignore their chattering. "Alright. Which one do you think the voices will be good for?"
Her blankets rustled as Jill scurried out of bed, padding across the floor towards the shelf as she scoured the books, an expression of utmost seriousness furrowing her brow. After a moment of deliberation, she plucked out a new book, this one even more battered than the last, a rabbit in a blue jacket adorning its cover. On the inside page, Frankie's name was scrawled in messy, faded pencil.
"...'Peter never stopped running or looked behind him till he got home to the big fir-tree. He was so tired that he flopped down upon the nice soft sand on the floor of the rabbit hole, and shut his eyes...'"
Before he had managed to reach the end of the book, the soft sound of little snores alerted Rosie to the fact that his audience wasn't quite listening anymore. Teddy bear tucked tight beneath her chin, cheek squished against the pillow, Jill's mouth hung open slightly as she slept, tiny snores escaping her every now and then. A soft smile curled his lips, and he let the book close, slotting both stories back into their place up on the shelf. By the time he'd turned back towards the bed, Jill had rolled over in her sleep, arm outstretched towards her sister.
"You need anything, Alice?" He whispered, soft words piercing the veil of silence. Alice smiled over at her baby sister, discarding her own book upon the nightstand.
"Nah. I'm ok. Thanks, Rosie."
The floorboards creaked beneath him as he left the room, and he tip-toed to lessen the sound as best he could. "D'you want the door left open or shut?"
"Leave it open. Jill's scared of the dark."
"Alright then. G'night."
Frankie's father had already headed upstairs by the time Rosie came down, a gentle, content quiet laying over the house. His heart was beating so hard he could hear it inside his skull as he descended the staircase, the conversation he had overheard playing over and over again in his head.
This was good - this wasn't something to be afraid of - and yet he was. He was until he reached the doorway to the living room, and Frankie was lying there, sprawled out atop the pile of cushions and blankets he had called a bed the night before, staring at the wall, at her childhood self's attempt at drawing a rainbow without half of the prerequisite colours. This house was the beating heart of who she was, an altar to every moment of her life, an archive of a younger version of her. If he could meet her here, he could meet her anywhere.
"You're in my bed."
#fic | i'm your man#rosie rosenthal#oc: frankie#masters of the air#masters of the air fic#masters of the air oc#I'm emotionally vulnerable when it comes to writing children/childhood can we tell#helena writes
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aaron forgiving andrew for killing tilda when he has children of his own because he thinks that if she were around he never would’ve let her meet them.
(and if he didn’t want his children near her, or any children near her, that means that he, as a child, should’ve never been near her. and he gets what andrew did bc he would kill to keep these children safe too.)
#aftg#twinyards#aaron minyard#idk man i saw a tiktok and it got to me#this just makes sense to me#i think aaron must’ve felt a lot of self loathing and a lot of love with nowhere for it to go for so long in his life#that when he sees how vulnerable and precious his kids are it CLICKS#and he has somewhere for all that love that should’ve been for her that she never earned to go#and he thanks andrew for doing his best to keep him safe#and he understands eventually why it was the only option#why andrew didn’t trust cops or CPS#bc he had been burned too many times before and ANY amount of pain is too much pain for a child#and he looks at his children with such love and wonder and he doesn’t get how anyone could want to ruin something so perfect#how anything else could be more important than these children#ever#in other news it’s 2am my codine isn’t working and i wanted someone else to feel the pain i’m currently physically in <3
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the issue I have with the framing of Israeli “civilians” as these innocent bystanders is that it completely ignores their complicity in an illegal colonial settlement. they’re not innocent in the slightest. without them “Israel” itself would not exist and Palestinians would not be consistently, forcibly displaced from their homes. these supposed “innocent” civilians are literal illegal settlers who have stolen land and homes and claimed it as their own when it is not
#I’m sick and tired of this rhetoric. it removes the complicity and#*their#this by no means applies to children / vulnerable people#and it no means endorses the idea that civilians should be attacked / killed#but in the context of palestine. in the context of illegal occupation and colonisation#what other choices do they have#free palestine#palestine
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i need to wynnepost. somebody has to
#its crazy how people will assume she is all the tropes she subverts and then ignore her#also how sympathy for circle mages’ indoctrination only lasts until they get old i guess and then fuck them#because its not as if they were ever a terrified child who’d never had anything better than a single templar’s mildest kindness and any kind#of home even if it was the tower#so an orphan kid who had no memory of anything but scurrying between farmsteads and hiding in barns#didnt want to leave. what a shock. you guys dont get the place comfort has in keeping circle mages complicit#so it’s violent and terrible and you never have privacy and your children get murdered and you’re always watched and hated#its also a warm bed and community and a chance to succeed#do you honestly think every kid from fucking THEDAS knows theres anything better out there#that doesnt make the circle good. it makes it horrific that they prey on vulnerable kids to teach them the world hates them#and only the circle is ‘safe’#i just think there should be some sympathy for those kids and what they grow up into#its easy for the player to walk in and say their character would hate the circle and never have listened to the templars#its easy for say an amell or even a surana with a family back home to not fear what they left behind#wynne genuinely thinks without the circle mages would all be murdered and she’ll fight and die protecting her fellow mages#from the right of annulment#yes its a flaw that she goes on to teach others the circle must be tolerated and that is precisely how the circle is perpetuated ove#over generations#but its amazing to me to just act like its her fault#well. this is more tags than i expected it to be
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I’m really really sick and tired of seeing children being brutally killed. The trans panic about “making bathrooms ‘safer’ for cis people” has just made going to the bathroom, existing in public, and existing at all incredibly dangerous for trans people and especially trans people of color
The world feels so relentlessly cruel right now and every day I wake up I bare witness to more and more innocent people being murdered, violently and without justice
Why do people only start caring once we have been killed?
Rest in Power Nex 💔 I wish you could have grown up and gotten to experience the community and support you deserved. We will never forget you.
#I can’t stop crying and I’m so exhausted and heartbroken I’m so sick of seeing children from already vulnerable communities made more and#more vulnerable until they are brutally killed#Nex Benedict#transgender#rest in power#justice for nex benedict#justice for nex#.txt#I think I’m going to log off for awhile ☹️
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Shuri felt safe around Namor.
A year of her mom, her closest friends and family trying to get Shuri to open up about her grief was ineffective. However, after this King who everyone was afraid of, shared his life story, his history, his culture and his secrets with her she felt safe enough to share her complex feelings about her brother's death to him. Grief she had buried within for a year was laid bare, practically spilling her guts to him, in the face of Namor's own openness and vulnerability.
I think Shuri still longs for the connection she had with Namor even after everything that happened. She's more untethered than ever before and longs for the only person she ever felt that instant connection to but she can't go to him because it's not easy to forgive. So she goes to Haiti, the beach, as close to the water as she can and she cries.
#namor hears it and cracks appear in his resolve to not regret his actions#his children were his to protect and he did so for centuries#their worshipful devotion of him tell tales#but aftermath of the princess unexpected visit shook their very world#their belief in him for the first time was shaky because he waa vulnerable to the wrong person#because he waa soft for the first time#a queen is worth the life of my children he had thought#but now watching the princess cry herself hoarse namor couldn't help but break a little knowing he caused this amount of grief#couldn't help but consider what could have been if the princess was not a princess and he was no god#what they could have had if they were just namor and shuri#nashuri#namuri#namor x shuri#seaprincess#shuramor#shuri x namor#tenoch huerta#letitia wright#namor of talokan#princess shuri#mcu namor
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Thinking about the early days of MHA and Tomura’s first appearance at USJ, and I’m kind of flabbergasted when I remember all the "man child" comments from the UA teachers because my boy was literally 19 at the time so like … yeah.
#it’s been years and I’m still so sick in the head about this#about how ALL TEACHERS said that he was a vulnerable man child manipulated by a more powerful villain and NO ONE GAVE A FUCK#nezu be like: hehehe in a sense this guy is very much like our own students :) anyway moving on#BRO HE IS 19 MAYBE DO SOMETHING? OR AT LEAST THINK ABOUT IT A LITTLE MORE?#because I’m not saying that he shouldn’t been held responsible or anything like that because he was very much trying to kill children#but like maybe ponder about it just a bit?#maybe connect the dots just a little?#anyway#this is still a Tomura blog everyone#my hero academia#shigaraki tomura#mha#bnha#boku no hero academia
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I've been thinking about the tragedy of Elizabeth Woodville living to see the death of her family name.
I don't mean her family with her husband, which lived on through her daughter and grandson. I mean her own.
Her sisters died, one by one, many of them after 1485. When Elizabeth died, only Katherine was left, and she would die before the turn of the century as well.
All her brothers died, too. Lewis died in childhood. John was executed. Anthony was murdered. Lionel died suddenly in the peak of Richard's reign, unable to see his niece become queen. Edward perished at war. Richard died in grieving peace. For all the violence and judgement the family endured, it was "an accident of biology" that ended their line: none of the brothers left heirs, and the Woodville name was extinguished. We know the family was aware of this. We know they mourned it, too:
“Buy a bell to be a tenor at Grafton to the bells now there, for a remembrance of the last of my blood.”
Elizabeth lived through the deposition and death of her young sons, and lived to see the end of her own family name. It must have been such a haunting loss, on both sides.
#(the quote is by Richard Woodville in his deathbed will; he was the last of the Woodville brothers to die)#elizabeth woodville#woodvilles#my post#to be clear I am not arguing that the death of an English gentry family name is some kind of giant tragedy (it absolutely the fuck is not)#I'm trying to put it into perspective with regards to what Elizabeth may have felt because we know her family DID feel this way#writing this kinda reminded me of how I am just not fond at all about the way Elizabeth's experiences in 1483-85 are written about#and the way lots so many of the unprecedentedly horrifying aspects are overlooked or treated so casually:#the seizure and murder of two MINOR sons and the illegal execution of another;#her sheer vulnerability in every way compared to all her queenly predecessors; how she was harassed by 'dire threats' for months;#how she had 5 very young daughters with her to look after at the time (Bridget and Katherine were literally 3 and 4 years old);#how unprecedented Richard's treatment of her was: EW was the first queen of england to be officially declared an adulteress;#and the first and ONLY queen to be officially accused of witchcraft#(Joan of Navarre was accused of her treason; she was never explicitly accused of witchcraft on an official level like EW was)#the first crowned queen of england to have her marriage annulled; and the first queen to have her children officially bastardized#what former queens endured through rumors* were turned into horrifying realities for her.#(I'm not trying to downplay the nightmare of that but this was fundamentally on a different level altogether)#nor did Elizabeth get a trial or appeal to the church. like I cannot emphasize this enough: this was not normal for queens#and not normal for depositions. ultimately what Richard did *was* unprecedented#and of course let's not forget that Elizabeth had literally just been unexpectedly widowed like 20 days before everything happened#I really don't feel like any of this is emphasized as much as it should be?#apart from the horrifying death of her sons - but most modern books never call it murder they just write that they 'disappeared'#and emphasize that ACTUALLY we don't know what happened to them (this includes Arlene Okerlund)#rather than allowing her to have that grief (at the very least)#more time is spent dealing with accusations that she was a heartless bitch or inconsistent intriguer for making a deal with Richard instead#it also feels like a waste because there's a lot that can be analyzed about queenship and R3's usurpation if this is ever explored properly#anyway - it's kinda sad that even after Henry won and her daughter became queen EW didn't really get a break#her family kept dying one by one and the Woodville name was extinguished. and she lived to see it#it's kinda heartbreaking - it was such a dramatic rise and such a slow haunting fall#makes for a great story tho
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like i see people say stuff like “rei is a deconstruction of the idea of like the perfect girl in a male gaze-y way” and and i'm ready to agree until they go “it’s because she’s creepy and weird and bad!” like no. rei's a deconstruction of misogynistic ideas of womanhood because they’re ideals forced upon her that damage her, not because she’s in any way “creepy”. like, the fact she’s a fourteen year old girl who was basically used as a substitute wife by her father bc she looked like his own dead wife is not something that is meant to make rei look bad like holy shit.
like both rei and asuka are very obviously like. showing fantasised and misogynistic ideas of an idealised woman don’t work irl yeah. shinji's misogynistic view of them is wrong. but that’s not because rei and asuka are bad people it’s because like. “fourteen year old who's flirty and seductive” and “fourteen year old who's a quiet obedient object” are major signs of abuse and trauma and anyone actually acting in those ways at that age clearly isn’t normal. asuka is desperate for attention in any way she can get it, even unhealthy and dangerous ways. rei is at the very least I has a weird pseudo-incestous enmeshment filled abusive relationship with her father, even if she's not actively being sexually abused. asuka is seeking support, rei is a grooming victim. these are not things that are flaws in their character the entire point of subverting the expectations is to show how those expectations are unhealthy to rei and asuka like. god.
#like. negative fucking media literacy.#like. rei and asuka show signs of abuse in ways very normal for teenagers#every one of the Children in Evangelion is a victim and they react in messy ways#the point of that isn’t to show that they themselves are bad. it’s to show how trauma fucks you up#like none of them are bad people! they do fucked up shit bc it’s normalised to them!#people will just centre rei and asuka’s trauma around shinji and then call the show misogynistic for that like.#woah pal. there’s issues in the show yeah but i think that’s more an issue on your end buckaroo.#like their trauma interacts with him. and his trauma interacts with them. bc the show is literally about human's influences on each other#like the human instrumentality project isn’t there to just be funny it’s a thematic conclusion???#and also like. it’s comparing and contrasting all threes trauma to understand exactly how they got shaped the way they are.#just. think about the show you’re watching. please.#rei isn’t creepy she’s a schizophrenic abuse victim who's probably done the least screwed up shit out of the main cast#shinji isn’t a loser he's a heavily mentally ill young boy cracking under the pressure of toxic masculinity and having his boundaries erode#until he's unable to even respect the boundaries of others and recreates his trauma for a desperate attempt at control#asuka isn’t like. okay i mean she IS a bitch but literally so is every thirteen year old ok.#and it’s bc she fucking despises the vulnerability being kind shows. she despises herself and is overcompensating bc she’s scared and 13#like. god.
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