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A forgotten Old God and the mortal who woke them.
#artists on tumblr#digital art#urban fantasy#fantasy#oak's ocs#oak's art#Thomas Hart#Alatar Caretaker of the Dead#yes I am aware they share a name with one of the blue wizards#but given that I'd already named them by the time I remembered#and that their name is based on my own country's national epic#I can't be bothered to change it#if the good professor has an issue with it he can rise from his grave to fight me about it
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Megatronus Prime, Prima Prime.
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#megatronus#prima#tf one#transformers one#tf megatronus#tf prima#sentinel prime#megop#CHANGED STUFF added a page#IT'S CANON THAT Megs has Megatronus' tcog and OP has Prima's SOOOO#I refuse to draw quintessons without good references I have no idea what i was doing and it looks shitty but i can't do anything else#very quick and messy and it bothers me but i have to learn to let go#also i do like the reincarnated headcanon but i also like the primes as their own guys#both are good#tf d16#orion pax#my stuff#megatronus prime#prima prime#noblespark
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no sense of personal space
#GET A ROOM!!!#anyway back to work LOL other art i'm working on i can't post eheh#i was watching nalu clips and forgot how much of a freeloader natsu was#i should probably look at proper reference photos but at this point... i can't be bothered right? close enough LOL#also omfg... i adore how i drew lucy look at her SHE LOOKS SO CUTE! not me gushing over my own art#natsu prob stink too smh take a bath#of course my coloring style changes at the end of the year LOL#art#killamonart#nalu#natsu#natsu dragneel#lucy#lucy heartfilia#fairy tail
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I've managed to curate my small misogyny-free space both online and in real life, and now I'm no longer used to misogyny, it's no longer normal to me. So when I accidentally glimpse it, I'm not desensitized to it, I'm always shocked and unbelieving.
If I notice a m*n talking about a woman like she's 'just some ***' I'm immediately aware that this is in fact a demonic creature who needs to be burned. If I see anyone using a slur against women or pretending women are at fault for any of the world's issues, the hair on my neck stands up at the unbelievable amount of hatred.
Anyone implying that women should be in any way controlled, punished, forced to do anything against their will or dedicate their lives to anyone but themselves, is preposterous and villainous to me, I'm at loss that someone could even think that way about a half of the human population who are creators and administrators of life.
I know I am in a bubble, but it feels different knowing deeply in your heart that all of this is not normal, that casual or normalized hatred against women is absolutely insane, that it's sharp and painful and dehumanizing at every turn. It's insane to realize that women just have to live like this, believing all of that is normal, that I once lived like this, wondering what was wrong with me and why I couldn't just be what everyone was expecting me to.
I think still, if I can make a small space without this hate present in it, without anyone or anything implying we should be anything but free, anything but full complete human beings with absolute control over our lives, then we can strengthen and grow these spaces, and get more women in, have more women experience what life is like when hatred is removed. There is hope for women.
#radical feminism#sensitized to misogyny#i know its everywhere but i have no contact with males#and only communicate with women who see the world trough the female perspective#so yeah misogyny free experience rn!!!#except for you know#healthcare jobs government institutions#but i just pretend these things are not there#so they can't bother me in my safe space#i was not meant to change the system from the inside#i was made to create functional spaces outside of it all#so there would be a refuge#and from a refuge we can build community#>:)
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my art style is too simple for this but just know that when i draw post-ttt hunter, in my mind he has central pink-brown heterochromia. like this, kinda:
#just..... so neat to me#i love the brown but sometimes i miss the pink + it being a visible grimwalker feature so THIS is how i cope#also To Me his eyes also absolutely reflect pink in the dark still#the owl house#hunter toh#toh hunter#my art#?#my sketches#my doodles#hunter#my toh talk#headcanon#nicole talks#there's also the quite popular complete heterochromia headcanons where his right eye is brown and left magenta#but i can't FULLY commit to those cuz ig the logistics of it depends on what fully happened and WHY hunter's eye color changed. magic-wise#and we don't knowwww! and i'm not sure what to go with and it's gonna bother me if my headcanon is not Air-Tight XNSKSJK#and even if it's “he gets flapjack's eyes thus only the right one” it also won't let me sleep at night cuz#there's the fact that we've SEEN flapjack's left eye open! which might've been an animation error but AUYGHGHHH.....#also . 2 different eye colors make color palettes harder LMAO i make them slightly different when i draw him with brown eyes vs pink. so!#but central heterochromia....... oh my mind is SET on this. like it's canon To Me
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hii i would like to request a fake dating scoups x reader au where the reader falls first but coups falls harder <3 thank u!
here you go anon, hope you like this :)
reset — choi seungcheol | 2,008 words | fluff, hurt/comfort
cheol brainrot go brrrr
gender neutral reader. warnings: none.
technically speaking, the party’s going fine.
despite how much you want to hate it, it’s going the way parties do. there’s music, there’s alcohol, there’s your own corner if you want to tune out the sound of everything else, and there’s seungcheol’s friends. he’s spent at least half an hour introducing you to everyone — you’ve met a lot of them before, but there’s still some new ones. there’s always new ones.
and even though they’ve been nothing but polite to you, engaging you in conversation and making an effort to learn more about you, you can’t shake off the feeling that this isn’t really where you’re supposed to be.
you don’t know who you were kidding when you agreed to be his fake date for the party. he’s already had a ton of people hanging onto him throughout the course of the night. you’re not sure why he even bothered asking you. he could have asked his manager to find someone that would actually match with him, and maybe create a big splash if it made it to the news.
instead, he’d asked you out.
it won’t make a difference in the news, anyway, he’d said, like he wasn’t aware of the way he shattered your heart with those words. like it was common knowledge that nobody could even imagine the two of you together. like it wasn’t worth anyone’s time or imagination, most of all his.
suddenly, you find the sounds in the room too loud to bear. it’s not the first party you’ve been to, but it’s the first one where you’ve felt truly alone. you’re glad you haven’t touched your drink yet.
no one’s really paying attention to you exclusively, and you’re okay with nodding along and throwing in an occasional response here and there. but then it’s not okay, anymore. you shouldn’t have to be here in the first place, on this stupid fake date you agreed to because of your little crush on seungcheol.
okay, maybe it’s not just a little crush. but the point is that you shouldn’t have to be here hurting your feelings in order to spend a little time with him.
you excuse yourself under the pretense of having to take a call and head towards the balcony. joshua, one of seungcheol’s closest friends, comes up to ask you if everything’s okay. you’ve been friends with him for long enough that he can tell when you're fine and when you're not, but you give him a look that hopefully conveys you want him to let this slide.
“seungcheol mentioned this isn’t really your thing, so let him know if you want to go home. i know he’ll be okay with that.”
you nod wordlessly, words of gratitude stuck in your throat. what seungcheol tells you is true — joshua is just too damn perceptive.
you feel like you can finally take a better breath when the door shuts behind you, separating you from everyone else. the cold air makes you feel better, even if it’s beginning to seep into your skin because of the outfit you’ve worn.
it doesn’t matter, though. you need a bit of a reset.
somehow, it hardly takes four minutes before you feel someone behind you. and it’s not just anyone.
“do you have a death wish or something?”
you choose not to grace him with an answer.
“hey,” seungcheol prompts when you don’t reply. “what’s up?”
“shouldn’t i be asking you that?”
seungcheol steps to your side and looks at you. even though you’re gazing down at the empty road sparsely dotted with streetlights, you can feel his gaze pierce you.
“do you want to go home?” he asks softly.
it hurts. he shouldn’t be this considerate to you and then not like you back. it can't just be one without the other.
“i don’t know, do you?”
he sighs. “okay. i don’t know what i’ve done wrong, but i can tell you’re not comfortable right now. are you done for tonight?”
you shake your head. “i don’t want you to leave because of me. it seemed like you were having fun back there.”
“and you weren’t,” he replies, reading between the lines.
“it doesn’t matter, okay? it’s not your fault i’m not having fun.”
“that’s not how this works,” seungcheol stresses, stepping forward to grip your arms and recoiling a bit. “you’re cold.”
you shrug. another thing that’s not gone well today.
seungcheol takes off his jacket and hands it to you without any hesitation, but you don’t take it. you can’t keep living in your little daydream, living on moments where you think he might love you just a bit more than he would a friend. one of you needs to break the cycle, and if it’s going to be you, you’re prepared.
“seriously, what is wrong with you?” he asks, soft but sharp. you finally look him in the eyes. he has that gaze — the one where it looks like he knows exactly what you’re thinking about. it scares you sometimes, the way he’s so accurate. he must have picked up something from joshua over the years.
“nothing’s wrong with me, cheol,” you say, slightly bitter. “just because i don’t want your jacket doesn’t mean it’s the end of the world.”
"you're right, i'm sorry," he says, taking a step closer to you. "i shouldn't have said it like that. but...it's not just about the jacket. at first i thought i caught you on an off day, but you seemed fine till we got here. i don’t know what happened after that. are you hungry? did someone say something to you? do you need me to punch anyone?”
you give him an exasperated look. “you’d punch someone if i asked?”
“in a heartbeat. i thought you knew that by now.”
“and if i was wrong?”
“you’re never wrong when it comes to things like these. and i’d forgive you even if you were.”
"you're too trusting, you know that?"
"well," seungcheol says, lowering the jacket. but it's still in front of you, still on offer. "you're my best friend. i think you have some privilege."
you hate the earnestness in his voice as much as you love it. “i know. sorry.”
“don’t apologize, sweetheart. tell me what’s wrong, and tell me how i can fix it. i’ll do anything.”
“it’s…nothing you can do,” you say, turning away from him. it's most definitely not in his control, but it’s not your fault for loving him, either.
“how will you know if you don’t try?”
“you just know some things, cheol. trust me on that.”
“yeah? like i know you’re hiding something from me right now? something that’s eating my best friend up, and i don’t even know what to do to help?”
again. those two words. they tear you up from the inside just as much as they hold you together. you can’t help the sharp feeling in your throat which indicates tears might be on the way. you're just frustrated at the unfairness of it all. if only life was a little kinder.
seungcheol, ever perceptive, notices immediately. “sweetheart? it’s something i did, isn’t it? something i said?”
you shake your head, not wanting tears to well up.
“don’t lie to me,” he says, draping the jacket over your shoulders and pulling you into his embrace. you push him away, even though you whole body wants nothing more than to be with him.
“please tell me?”
you take in a breath, the cold night air stinging your nose. “you said something.”
“what was it?”
“you said it wouldn’t make a…difference, if i was your date,” you say, focusing so much on not crying that your voice is barely audible to your own ears. “you said it like no one would care if we were together. like it wouldn’t affect you in any way. like i’m just…your best friend. and no one can see me as anything more.”
seungcheol sucks in a sharp breath. “can i hold you? please?”
you almost refuse, but decide otherwise. you’ve spilled out your mind to him, anyway. the least you deserve is a hug from him.
“i’m so fucking sorry,” he breathes into your hair, his arms looped around your waist and holding you close to him. “i didn’t— i’d never say something like that. that’s not what i meant when i said it.”
“then what did you,” mean, you mean to ask, but your breath gets swept away when he presses a kiss to your head.
“it’s just…everyone knows how close we are,” he says, hand gently running up and down your back. “i thought people wouldn’t bat an eye if they assumed we were dating, you know. i know people who already think we are. or…that we should.”
you look up at him at that. he looks serious about what he’s saying, but also shy, like he doesn’t want you looking at him when he’s speaking.
“people?”
“some of my close friends.”
that's news to you. “so you don’t mind…people thinking we’re a thing? or thinking we should be?”
“of course not,” he says, holding you with one hand and tracing your cheekbone with the other. you fall for him just a bit more, right there. “anyone would be lucky to have you. i’d be the luckiest guy to have you.”
he just says things like that, and it makes you wonder if he really means them. so you decide to push him this time, and see where it goes. and blame it on your nerves and the drink you never had if things don’t go well. “would you?”
“want to have you?”
you nod, breath trapped in your throat.
“yeah,” he breathes out, leaning forward and tucking his chin in your shoulder.
you swear your world stops for just a second. you’re hardly even aware that he’s leaning on you now.
"yeah as in?"
“i’d like you to take you out for a real date. if you’ll let me.”
you pull away to look at seungcheol. he’s blushing, but he’s not looking away.
"if i'll let him, he says."
"well?" seungcheol lifts a hand to fix your hair.
“this isn’t a joke?”
he steps back and rubs his face, probably in an attempt to brace himself for whatever he wants to say. it doesn’t work. you like him like this, you think. with his hair messy and his eyes shy.
“of course not. i’d never joke about something like this. especially when it’s you.”
you should be the one who's shy and blushing, and yet there's nowhere else you'd rather look. “what made you…”
seungcheol takes your hands. they're a warm contrast to your cold ones. “i’ve been wrestling with it for a while, and i never told you because i didn’t want things between us to be weird. but i couldn’t keep faking it after i saw you tonight. you look so good, it’s been killing me.”
you shake him off to loop your arms around his neck and pull him down to you, feeling a bit braver. “so if i told you i wanted to leave right now…”
he swallows loud enough for you to hear. “we’d be out of here right now.”
you stand on your tiptoes to bring yourself to his height and place a little kiss on his nose.
he pouts. “that’s it? that’s all i get after confessing to you?”
“i don’t want our first kiss to be in front of an audience, cheol.”
seungcheol smiles. “fair. but i don’t know how much longer i can wait now.”
“you’re going to have to ask me out for real, you know.”
“but you haven’t told me you like me back yet,” seungcheol says. you can hear the whine in his voice and it makes you laugh a bit.
“you need to hear me say it?”
“of course i do! i've spent weeks thinking about tonight.”
“aren't you lucky, then?" you tease.
“the luckiest,” he says solemnly.
it's your turn to blush now.
taglist: @bookyeom @wootify @strnsvt @cloudycaramel @thepoopdokyeomtouched @minnieminshi
#oh the quotation marks are fucked up with this one i can't be bothered to change them#but other than that. it was fun writing this#choi seungcheol#choi seungcheol fluff#seungcheol#seungcheol fluff#coups#scoups fluff#fluff#svt#svt fluff#seventeen fluff#seventeen#waldau writes#req
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My batfam Twitter au idea is that Jason made an official hero account in his robin days for Robin. Obviously it went inactive during his death and for quite a bit later. But one day he just casually replied or retweeted something about him with no explanation, and just kept popping up randomly and semi-rarely
He never makes a red hood account. He just keeps using the 2nd Robin one. He hasn't even changed the icon or title or anything
#He logs in with computers because all his phones are flips that can't actually use twitter#batman#jason todd#red hood#batfam#uh .um.#twitter au#?#batfam twitter#??#dc aus#UNFORTUNATELY i can never commit to this because i love seeing my little guy so very much.#also i have no intention of ever making a twitter au. that too#i dont see him as a big twitter guy. at all. so he just doesn't really bother to change anything (plus he thinks its a bit funny)
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"Awwww poor bwitz! Finally having to own that his actions affect other people's feefees!"
"The worst part is you still make me feel like a bad person for being anrgy at you now."
Girl no. You have every right to hate him. He bailed on her and robbed her because she told him she loved him. Verosika deserves so much better. She desvers someone that loves her back.
Verosika was honestly the best person to give Blitz this wake up call. Realising how much he HURT her and broke her heart made him feel bad. He knows he needs to do better now.
Verosika was so mature about this too. A lot of people would have just slapped him, but she actually talked to him. She may not forgive him (she doesn't have to.) But she knows he's not evil, just an asshole. He CAN change. She won't let her hate for him stop her from making that clear in her conversation.
She's also a good friend to Stolas when he needed one. Love you girl. ❤️
#helluva boss#verosika mayday#Verosika Helluva boss#blitzo helluva boss#stolas#Verosika charecter developed is aaaaaa <3#apology tour#love that she said this after the “this is hell” excuse too#yes they are in hell but they were born there#they can't change that they are just trying to get by#its no excuse to be a dick#espicaly if your born there and not a sinner#sinners can at least use it as an EXPLANATION not an excuse#like “i was shit on earth. Everyone here is shit. why bother changing?” type mindest#not an excuse but it makes sense#you cant really use being born in hell as a one size fits all excuse for hurting people#blitz really needed to know that#like “are you expecting sympathy??”#Blitz i love you but you broke her heart and stole from her#helluva boss apology tour
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#yes i think inception deserves to be on this. no i can't be bothered explaining why.#actually no i'll say it. a couple good supporting performances and hans zimmer cannot save an incomprehensibly arrogant bit of writing.#dunkirk is here bc it tormented me for months. the stockroom of the cinema i worked at was right behind the speakers of the imax theatre.#the fucking jumpscares that movie gave me when i went to change postmix.
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What I like about episode 5 is that even though Bouche supposedly had noble intentions for making Michiru and Shouma miserable for years, he still hurt them and Shouma's feelings aren't rendered invalid because "Bouche did it out of love". An explanation isn't going to erase the years Shouma spent seeing his mother cry for countless nights - or resolve his trauma and helplessness when his half siblings murdered his mother, even though she didn't qualify as good Dark Snack spice (therefore rendering Bouche's efforts moot; it just delayed the inevitable, sadistic actions of his other children)
I also like how Shouma, by deciding he wants to keep making people happy despite the risks, is breaking away from perpetuating a cycle created by his father? Bouche thought letting Michiru and Shouma be happy would put them in danger, but rather than gathering his resolve to protect them with everything he had - or send them far away - or at the very least shut down the very company profiting off the deaths of humans - he isolated them and treated them horribly. In a similar vein, Shouma tried to isolate himself from humans; initially because he saw himself as a monster (which ties into his poor self-image), then because his presence made humans prime Dark Snack ingredients. However, how effective is that strategy when Shouma's left lonely and with no way of really moving forward from the past, while the people he made new connections with are left wondering if they did something wrong, and possibly develop misconceptions about him? It's ultimately a useless course of action, and if anything continues to pin the blame on Shouma and other targeted humans when the fault truly lies with a family relying on the happiness of the 'weak' to assert their superiority
#14shyx#kamen rider#kamen rider gavv#kr.gavv: episode 5#gavv spoilers#long post#these are somewhat fractured thoughts of mine but i hope i got the points across#i honestly thought they were going to handwave bouche's actions#prob bc i've seen stuff like 'he made a homicidal satellite to be petty but that's okay bc he had a tiger parent!' over the years#so i was pleasantly(?) surprised that they didn't try to minimize shouma's feelings#(then again i can't compare komura's takes on forgiveness and redemption with yuya takahashi's takes#takahashi is big on ppl being able to change for the better no matter how far they've fallen - whether they're hero or villain#komura in comparison has a black-and-white approach with a couple of grey characters#and if someone is bad then she usually doesn't bother trying to humanize/justify them#again - that's a discussion for another time)
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oh sweet adrien who can't even do anything to change the course of his life because his fate was already predetermined long before he was even created
#adrien agreste#i think about him constantly.#the boy whose destined to lose his mother#To lose his father because of the lost of his mother#the boy whose family was destined to break from the very start#the boy who can't do anything but watch and heal afterwards#so long as they have the miraculouses nothing will change#But if they don't have the miraculouses he wouldn't exist..#who's destined* because the error keeps bothering me
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Me when someone says they don't like Echo
#i'm kidding#have whatever opinion you want#although kinda not kidding#because i will judge your taste#i am going to have so much fun with picture#perfect reaction material#star wars#the bad batch#the bad batch season 2 spoilers#the bad batch spoilers#tbb spoilers#echo#arc trooper echo#tbb echo#with this picture not with picture ffs#i can't be bothered to go back and change that now#oh well
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Let's see ummm
lovebug Walter x won't bite - doja cat??
they won't leave my head..
I actually wanted to make it like a duet iykwim but I couldn't find much for lovebug Stanley so scrapped that and did this :3
#NO @ THIS TIME#wanna see how long it takes for lexumpy to see this 👀#Though uno's reblog might be a lil help?? Idk 😭#ANYWAYAYAYA ONLY 4 HOURS 🔥🔥🔥#tsp#tspud#tsp narrator#the stanley parable#tspud narrator#the stanley parable ultra deluxe#tsp edit#tspud edit#heartthrob au#lovebug au#YAA let's hope for the best ^-^#the stars might be offbeat but I can't really be bothered to change that with the amount of lags I have
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I sometimes feel that this endless discussion about what is and what isn't 'good queer rep' is poisoning art. just let art breathe, let queer stories exist, even if you don't like them or they don’t represent you personally. queer media undergoes so much unnecessary scrutiny because there’s this distorted perception that every piece of queer fiction ever put into the world needs to represent every queer person. and that’s not only impossible, but also unfair to the creators and the story itself. it’s okay to just not vibe with a piece of queer media, but please consider that it may be a matter of personal taste and preference, rather than an objective flaw in the portrayal of the community
#the last of us#thoughts inspired by many things but right now mostly by the discourse surrounding the last episode of tlou#i liked the episode personally#i understand there were some changes made from the game and i can't speak for that because i've never played it#idk but that article calling it condescending bothered me a bit
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okay so you know how it goes: fourteen comes to life in thirteen's clothes. and they're both too short and too loose and entirely too bright for his frame of mind. they worked with a doctor who hid everything behind a too wide smile; not so much with a doctor whose pain and tiredness is written across his face
he needs to change. obviously
and then the star beast starts, and fourteen leaves the tardis, and he's still in thirteen's clothes
he just. he doesn't know. how does he choose new clothes? he feels wrong. how will wearing something else change that?
(donna tells him that it's christmas, mate; it's bloody freezing. maybe wear longer trousers, yeah? also he's both too young and too old to wear braces. just a friendly note)
he doesn't have to explain who he is to the unit scientist, not with those clothes. instead he talks about how he doesn't understand why he looks like this. why he is this. why this face? why isn't he someone new?
actually. maybe he is someone new. was he ever this open before? hm
why do you look like that, sylvia hisses, trying to hide him from the daughter he destroyed ruined left
it's a lottery, he replies, purposely ignorant
he still has his thirteenth self's screwdriver. it's too small in his hands
(the whole time they were her, her hands were too small. she didn't like touching anyway, but whenever someone took her hand, it felt wrong. they were too small. sometimes it felt like if she worked fast enough, tinkered about without stopping, she wouldn't have to look at them)
everything goes wrong. his fault, like always
(blimey. of all the things to carry over from the first time he had this face, it had to be the guilt, didn't it?)
you shouldn't look like that, the doctordonna says, and he runs a hand down his face with a tired laugh
no, the doctordonna says, not the face. a hand reaches out to grasp at the collar of his shirt, at the dangling earring chain. this isn't you. who are you, doctor?
like he knows. like they've ever-
she dies.
she lives. he doesn't deserve it. it isn't about him. he still doesn't deserve it
we're letting it go, donna says, and he looks down at himself, at another him's clothes, another him's screwdriver
well, she never was subtle, his donna
the tardis is gorgeous, though when isn't she. he tries to show off his new console to donna, and she rolls her eyes, and drags him off to the wardrobe
unlike normally, where all the clothes are scattered about, the new tardis wardrobe now also has a line of wardrobes stood against the wall. fifteen of them, to be exact
the last wardrobe is open. and empty
he goes to the second to last, and opens it to reveal a wide array of rainbow patterned shirts. she probably would've hated for her things to be organised like this. always creating mess so she wouldn't have to think about anything important. he laughs. and he takes off the sky coloured coat and the worn boots and the earrings and gently places them inside. tag, he thinks, as he closes the doors
and then he moves down to the eleventh wardrobe, full of brown coats and blue suits and neatly pressed shirts and pairs of converse. and he stands in front of it. and he wonders
after a moment, donna's like wait do you want me to leave?? you never cared about nudity before, did you? and he's like oh actually i do feel more self conscious. huh. weird.
he doesn't have to say, i think i'm a different person. not to donna. she just gives him a smile, and a shoulder nudge, and tells him she'll see him in the console room
the last wardrobe is empty
he takes a breath, and then goes to rummage about in the rest of the clothes
#13 🤝 14 (🤝 12) -> dysphoria 😔#doctor who#the doctor#fourteen#my fanfic#i mean ig#the tardis is including war. and so am i#the fugitive doctor's clothes are around somewhere also#then he leaves the wardrobe and donna's like literally all you've done is change your colour palette#and he's like oi i've only been me for a few hours! give me time to get a fashion sense!#and she's like well how long were you your last face#and he's like idk. bout a century?#and she's like i saw your clothes before this. that one had decades & never found a sense of fashion so i'm not holding my breath with you.#it's the new year i've decided to write about things only i still care abt probably dsakjlaskjl#why isn't this a proper fic. because i can't be bothered. hope that helps#bye im gonna go make brownies
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What was the point of Scrooge's trip with the Ghost of Christmas Yet to Come? On a structural level, it makes sense--three is the fairy tale number, and you can't visit the past and present without also including the future--but on a character level, it doesn't quite seem necessary. Showing a man that he'll die alone, unloved, and unmourned seems like the strategy you take as the last-ditch effort to convince a guy that he needs to change his ways. But that situation doesn't apply to Scrooge. He started softening immediately after he first arrived in his past. By the time he finished with the Ghost of Christmas Present, he was fully onboard with the need to reform, so the Ghost's vision of his future seems like unnecessary cruelty. Why show him all this when he was already planning to change his ways?
A few things come to mind. One is that this vision of the future wouldn't have affected Scrooge unless he had already changed his ways. A cold, hard businessman could have seen his lonely death as just the way of the world, might have viewed the people who stole the clothes from his corpse as just people doing what's practical in this world. He needed to relearn the value of the intangibles--human connection, respect for others--to see the true horror of the lonely death and the vultures who defiled the dead man.
But why the horror? Can't he reform without being threatened with doom? It's possible--but it's also possible such a reform would be temporary. After all, Scrooge started as a friendly, loving young man, but retreated into himself and his business out of fear of poverty and fear of the way the world looks down upon poor people. Even if a reformed Scrooge started on a course of Christmas charity, there was always a chance that the enthusiasm would fade, and the worldly fears would start creeping back in. The only way to beat those fears is to give him something to fear that's even worse than poverty. He needs to see the horrible end that his selfish ways would lead to, so he won't be tempted to slide back into them.
There's also the fact that seeing his death makes him ecstatically happy to find that he's alive after the Ghost is gone. Had Scrooge been spared the vision of his future, he might have been happy to find himself on Christmas Day, but his joy would have been nowhere near the manic glee he experiences after coming back from the future. Now, he doesn't just get a new start--he gets a second chance. Coming back from his own grave makes him mindful of his death, but it also makes him hyperaware of the fact that he's still alive. He isn't in the ground yet. He still has time to do good and make connections with others so he doesn't die alone.
Seeing the past reminded him of the innocence he'd lost. Seeing the present reminded him of the people whose lives he was missing out on. Seeing the future reminded him that death is waiting, so it's important to live virtuously while we can. All three are important because all three brought him outside of himself and taught him to value the wider world, just in time to live through another Christmas Day.
#a christmas carol#charles dickens#once again i've ponderously worked my way to the explicitly stated moral of the story#but i had to work my way there because stave 4 left me unsettled#had i been scrooge that trip probably would have squashed any desire i had to reform#the ghost *doesn't say* whether or not the future can be changed#what if this is just proof he's doomed no matter what so why bother changing?#fortunately scrooge was much better than i was about logic#namely: no reason to show him this future if it *can't* be changed#the point of these ghosts is to save him from marley's fate#plus we did have the ghost of christmas present's implications that future shadows can be changed#it's kind of interesting when you step back from familiar stories that just go this way because it's how they're supposed to go#and really dig into 'wait a minute. why did it go like this?'#it usually winds up with me figuring out that the writer knew what they were doing#but it's also nice to see the scaffolding that got us to the story
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