I usually keep myself from writing too much on the internet, but I feel like pointing out one thing about our beloved, psychopathic deer.
Alastor is such a rare case of incredibly well done representation in media, his orientation actually improves the character tenfold - and all because it improves the plot itself.
Imagine for a millisecond that you don’t know anything about Hazbin and look at those screenshots. What’s one of the first things that come to mind? "The strawberry pimp probably wants to seduce this girl, whoever she may be. She looks younger and not very comfortable in this situation, yet is allowing him or has to agree to be treated this way."
But now, we know that’s not the case. And I doubt that Charlie would allow someone get this close to her if she had a hunch that they might do it for lustful reasons, had they resources to save her hotel or not (yeah, I don’t actually buy that "I’d do anything!"…). And yet! Alastor’s an exception, all because she knows that one scenario goes out the window. She knows she can *trust* him that he doesn’t do anything out of pure lechery. It creates that one thread of safety she can hold on to when assessing the situation.
And I love that. I love that we can cross out one dull and severely overdone scenario. That we know that even though Alastor is sketchy af, we all can *trust* him to have deeper, darker, selfish, cruel, tragic reasons. Oh, the paradox of trusting the trickster even when we know he should not be trusted. That’s like a cherry on a cake.
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So it's a typical Tuesday night and all I have to say is that I adore Wylan and Jesper and their love so much!! 🫶🏼
They have experienced a lot of cruelty and been through a lot of pain and hurt in their lifetime and then they find each other and it's like something shifts. As Taylor Swift would say planets and stars aligned to make sure that magic happens when they found each other.
They shared a night together which was dazzling in its own way only for it to end like that's the end of the story, when that was just Chapter One.
The next time they meet it feels like the song some of the original lyrics of Gorgeous were written about Wylan quietly pining after Jesper “You're so gorgeous and I ain't just talking about your face but look at your face and I am so curious your mind got me feeling some type of way ... 'cause you're so cool, yeah you should think about the consequence of your magnetic field getting way too strong ... you know it ain't my fault ... you're so cool it makes me hate you so much ... I'm nothing that you want but I must say you're gorgeous. ...”
And then they become friends and get to learn more about each other and start falling for each other. We get to witness what “... for once, you let go of your fears and your ghosts. One step not much, but it said enough. ...” “... we can't make promises now can we babe ... is it cool that I said all that? Is it chill that you're in my head? 'cause I know that it's delicate. ...” looks like on our screen. The gentle way that they care about each other and for each other ... UGH MY HEART!!!!!
Even when they are on the battlefield, they are so in sync with each other. The way they are their badass selves and look out for other people while simultaneously looking out for each other? The way Wylan has his hand on Jesper's shoulder when they are first on the ground and trying to figure out how to go about things as Tamar asks them who they are!!!!! Wylan's little smile and nod when Jesper goes ahead to show them “what it's like to be blessed”!!!! The way Wylan comes picks up one of Jesper's guns and gives it to him after that!!! And then all those little moments in the background where it seems like Wylan is hurt and Jesper does not leave his side once!!!!!
“MY MAN” (moonlit witch version willow ~ I'm begging for you to take my hand, wreck my plans that's my man!!!)
*twinkling sounds of a key being made*
Someone with gambling addiction using the thing they are dependent on to try and give Wylan a home. Wylan who has never known what a home is before “... because all these boys ... never took me quite where you do. And all at once, you're the one I've been waiting for – king of my heart, body and soul ... the taste of your lips is my idea of luxury ... we rule the kingdom inside my (your) room ... is this the end of all the endings, my broken bones are mending with all these nights we're spending ... baby, all at once, this is enough. ...”
Also thinking about Kit and Jack's response to the question of what Wylan and Jesper's universe would like and they said something like — if wesper could create their own thing ... it would be quite a cozy place. There would be a fireplace and a safe - where they keep the guns and the bombs. They would hold onto their weapons as there is danger outside and in comparison to that, they feel safe together … they found each other amongst the chaos. … <3
And how they found a home within each other — “they have quite the opposite first impressions but when they start speaking there is a shared language that they have and a shared understanding. They want to look after each other and protect each other amongst the utter chaos … they are able to sort of engage in what is quite a joyful, lovely time. They are both very damaged; especially with trust is how they are able to find homes within each other, safety within each other in amongst the wildness. …”
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The post i recently reblogged about the Romeo and Juliet with heelys in reminded me of the way I got my first heelys.
It was when we lived in the states (NYC area) and my mother had a drs appointment that was going to take at least an hour. I was 8, and allowed to either stay in the waiting room or go to the rooftop garden, but that was all.
At the age of eight I had gotten my first job that paid like, appreciable money (I worked for the family business for five dollars an hour prior to this but got a job with a friend of the family pulling 100 dollars a week doing two nights of office cleaning with them. Yea, child labor. Not the point of my funny story tho. I liked my money. I’m honestly not mad about it.)
So I had cash.
And damn I wanted heelys.
So I illicitly left the building and walked six blocks to the closest Modell’s (gotta go to mo’s) and bought my gorgeous heelys for 30 big bucks.
At this age I had taken to carting around a huge messenger bag for all my books and I had premeditated this excursion and packed an empty box in the bag to make it look full, chucked that in a crosswalk garbage bin and carried the shoebox back.
Not questioned by the mother. None the wiser I had left.
No one was awake to see me leave for school wearing them and no one was home to see me come home wearing them and I got away with this for literal years (I had had a fairly large growth spurt at 8 and bought two sizes too big so they fit for ages)
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