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maefansblog · 3 months
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Random Ramble on a mainly Polin Support Blog: I'm processing!
I love Bridgerton Season 3. I love Polin. I love Romancing Mister Bridgerton. I love Nicola and Luke.
*I've reblogged and spammed more than I can care to admit.
**I've written plenty of pro Season 3 content. Every is entitled to their own opinions.
***I know this will be poorly written. I'm in my feels. 😭😭😭
****Apparently this specific post has positive and negative ramblings!! Hahaha 😆 It started as a vent post and now it's more balanced.
So they made Anthony the traveling Bridgerton for no reason.
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They made Anthony the "my wife" Bridgerton. I love Kanthony. But that is Colin's personality.
I honestly thought the original threesome was Benedict because it fits with his character- But it was Colin!
Only for Benedict to have his own threesome. I'm all for Benedict doing Benedict. 🏳️‍🌈 Love to see it. 💕 I hated Lady Tilley at first, though. It wasn't until I understood Paul and Tilley's relationship I was like, "Oh!" I guess that's because I was waiting to see Sophie and wanted to see Polin. I thought this wasn't Benedict's season. Benedict had more intimate scenes than our main couple!
Don't get me wrong- I don't watch many shows that are raunchy. I could care less if they have sex or not. 🤷‍♀️However, if the show has it, then fit it to the actual character.
From what I know of Book Colin, I didn't think that he ever did it within London and the social season, (he was a "gentleman"), and when he was finally opening his eyes, Pen was the only woman for him.
Everyone is saying media literacy- but I think it was poorly written/edited.
If they were going to have Colin have his hot boy summer, they had a beautiful chance to do a montage of him losing his mind that Pen wasn't writing to him so he starts having mindless sex with numerous women. I mean, they did with Anthony.
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Yes Colin is a charmer. Yes Colin is a writer.
SMUT WRITER? NO. Pardon my french, but What the hell did they do to my Colin?!?!?! He's a traveler!! He's been wandering around trying to find himself and his purpose. He writes about his flipping travels! Not about his conquests!
That last intimate scene could have had "my goddess and siren" easily to it. 😭😭😭 I missed it so much! I was waiting for it and it wasn't there. 😭😭😭😭 It's book canon so I guess I just have to imagine it there. They could have added it so easily though!! 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭
The reveal for Lady Whistledown was so outside Pen's character. She did not stand up for herself. I felt like she was more vocal when she was fighting with Eloise.
The book's church scene would have added to the rom-com feel to the show. He's so excited to see her, but he is worried she is meeting someone else. She gets nervous seeing Colin. They're both not religious. "I'm going to pray for you." Then he discovered she's Whistledown, and all hell breaks loose. At the end of the carriage ride, she falls on her face because she's so surprised at the proposal.
It seemed like they dropped all rom-com elements in Part 2 of the show. Talk about a tonal shift.
I was fine with the Polin Angst, as long as they did something with it. I don't know if the angst equaled the reward.
💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕
Here are things they did right.
✅️Colin never wanting Penelope to change who she was
✅️Penelope didn't have to lose weight for Colin to love her
✅️Colin wasn't abusive like he was in the books
✅️Colin didn't wait until Penelope was 28 to propose!! Best change that they could ever make!!!! 💕💕💕💕💕💕
✅️Gregory wanting to be like his brothers
✅️Pen stayed firm and didn't write him
✅️Pen's Goodnight Mister Bridgerton!
✅️Colin's Dad Jokes
✅️Polin breaking all rules of society and courtship!! Love that for you. (Just two besties, flirting platonically.)
✅️your eyes... are the most remarkable shade of blue... that shine even brighter when you are kind.
✅️Penelope wrapping Colin's hand
✅️I loved the First Kiss!! 💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕
✅️she's a good acquaintance of the family... of course.
✅️Colin being down bad and all in his feels when he couldn't be with Penelope
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✅️Penelope walking Colin like a dog all season
✅️the willow scene 💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕
✅️Pen and Colin looking for sweets. Colin looking at her mouth. Taking a sweet for himself and eating it!
✅️Colin saving Penelope from hot air balloon (what an unnecessary but amazing scene that shows Colin's hero complex) 🥰😭
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✅️John and Francesca!!! I was so shocked at how easily I fell in love with these two
✅️Carriage Scene
✅️Colin-Boob Guy
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✅️Mr. Fingerton
✅️Colin Chaotic Proposals Only Appears
✅️Violet and Hyacinth hugging Penelope
✅️Portia's character development
✅️the showdown between Portia and Colin
✅️the Featherington Brother in Laws are all green flags. HUNGRY HORNY HIMBOS ALL OF THEM, but they love their wives 💕💕💕
✅️the Featherington Baby Race
✅️Mirror Scene (though I think it was too early, it should have been after the Lady Whistledown reveal)
✅️you're my mess💕
✅️My love didn't come like lightning 💕
✅️the proposal declaration of love
✅️the charades where we see how well Eloise and Pen know each other
✅️Anthony being competitive
✅️KANTHONY BABY!!! YAYYYYYY
✅️The church dance!! I love it!!
✅️Luke's acting when he finds out about Whistledown
🚩 "I will never forgive you." And he fucking leaves her?!?!?? Book Colin would never
✅️the almost public hate sex against the door
🚩again he just leaves her in the carriage alone?!?!?
✅️Polin Wedding
✅️The Queen showing up to Polin's wedding for the drama 🤣
✅️Eloise and Pen's Make up
✅️Polin angst
✅️Cressida’s blackmail and Whistledown arc
✅️Colin's jealousy
✅️Colin trying to make things better and accidentally made things worse 🤣🤣
✅️Colin Hero Complex Bridgerton
✅️Penelope telling him she loves him for him and not what he does
✅️The Queen's support of Lady Whistledown
✅️Penelope standing up for herself as Lady Whistledown at the end
✅️Philippa telling Varley to release the butterflies as a way to support Penelope
✅️Everyone Applauding
✅️Lady Danbury and Penelope
✅️A new love declaration that I didn't know I needed💕
✅️Michaela💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕
🚩 the only thing I'm worried about is that they introduced her too early
✅️Eloise going to Scotland (yay for Eloise growing and learning about herself) (she gets to travel like she's always wanted to!!)
✅️Masquerade to come!!
✅️Polin Baby
✅️Writer Colin Enters the Chat
Now I'm going to touch grass.
Rant over.
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scruffyssketchbook · 10 days
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RAMBLES OF A VERY TIRED AUTHOR CHAN #I lost track bro
Kind of random post, sorry!!! Might delete later 😋 idk
I originally said here that this wasn’t a vent post but it might be one after all oops. (I’m sorry I’m an over-sharer and this is my ramble blog.)
(Trigger Warning- grooming? Pedo behavior?)
So I think I mentioned this here before (like years before, idk), but there is this guy who has been stalking me for forever now or whatever. Like, he’s basically the reason I don’t accept friend requests from people I don’t know on Discord and made it so only friends can message me, cause this man would pretend to be other people to talk to me. Anyways, on one of his MANY alts that he uses to send messages to me, he basically admitted to grooming me in the Pedo way when I was a minor!!! Fun 🥰🥰🥰🥰 (this is sarcasm)
But like, that literally explains SO MUCH OF THE THINGS IN SSEC, LIKE WHAT????
Like obviously I am not going in detail of the things that were in SSEC cause it makes me uncomfortable, but it does explain a lot of it, and seeing how afterwards I proceeded to get groomed by 2 other people back to back to BACK, LIKE. For one thing
I definitely feel like the tonal shift in the series was due to all of these events. Of course, I’m not going to get into every bad thing that happened to me due to being a naive girl making a stupid pokemon webcomic (sadly it’s a lot lol), but like, I didn’t even realize that I was groomed by multiple people until I was in my 20’s. (I mean, I am in my 20’s right now, but you know) and I literally was not aware that stalker man was being a pedo towards me when I was a minor until he admitted to me that he was being one- RECENTLY.
I do feel like how SSEC ultimately turned out was due to all of this. For the longest time, I was just surrounded by a lot of negativity. And, I kind of just kind of have the natural inclination to help people or be kind to people, and that ultimately just caused people to see that and use me over and over and over again, causing both the tonal shift in SSEC as well as me closing myself more and more off to people, which- really sucks honestly. (And only now I realize that that is literally the same thing that happened to Vay, wtf)
Like- I want friends. Nothing Romantic, no strings attached, no weird power dynamics, just PLATONIC friends. But I’m extremely shy and awkward, and ofc, extremely closed off ^^;;; So it’s pretty hard for that to happen, I guess.
But I suppose that is why I like/obsess about Box 31 so much.
Box 31 is basically just wish fulfillment for me.
Because, like. The only thing I’ve ever really wanted, the thing I have been looking for, for years, are friends. And, the whole story of box 31 are outcasts making friends, and supporting each other, and growing together, and that makes me very very happy.
Living vicariously through my characters!!! I want them to be happy, I want them to smile, I want others to smile too!!! I don’t want to keep drawing sad things, yeah I like drama, there will be drama in Box 31, but in ssec it’s just so endless. I always wanted the characters to be happy at the end, but where is that end if there is an endless sea of issues?
Idk. I just remember me being freshly 18, crying on the ground (cringe ik) to my way older roommate that I just wanted friends, and I wonder if things would have been better if someone just took my hand and became the friend I needed at the time instead of me becoming totally isolated and the stalker using that to get closer to me.
Idk 😋 as I said, might delete later 😋 just kinda a bit cringe lmao
I just wanna keep drawing my Stupid Silly Eeveelutions~ la la laa
Oh. Speaking of that actually.
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mha-grievances · 2 years
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I posted 32 times in 2022
That's 32 more posts than 2021!
23 posts created (72%)
9 posts reblogged (28%)
Blogs I reblogged the most:
@anti-bakugou-memes
@mha-rewritten
I tagged 25 of my posts in 2022
Only 22% of my posts had no tags
#mha critical - 24 posts
#bnha critical - 24 posts
#anti bakugo - 13 posts
#anti katsuki bakugou - 13 posts
#anti bakugou - 13 posts
#anti bakugou katsuki - 10 posts
#anti bakugo katsuki - 6 posts
#mha tooru - 3 posts
#mha hagakure - 3 posts
#tooru hagakure - 3 posts
Longest Tag: 23 characters
#hitoshi shinso critical
My Top Posts in 2022:
#5
So I think most of us can agree that anime has a lot of fan-service. Whether you like it or not, it’s simply the truth. For the most part, I could care less about fan-service. Too much makes me uncomfortable and deters me from an anime, but if it happens occasionally, then I don’t really care.
Another thing we can agree on is that MHA definitely has a lot of fan-service. I’m able to ignore a good chunk of it, but like others, there are things that make me uncomfortable. Momo’s costume, Midnight’s suggestive remarks when around literal teens, etc. Today though, I’m not going to talk about those though. Instead I want to talk about a certain panel that showed up during this week’s leaks:
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It should be no surprise that the literal bunny hero is sexualized, both by Hori himself and by the fans. However, this right here is gore porn. Miruko is on display right here. The way she's laid out on the ground. The way her costume pinches in certain places. The way she’s even winded. For some reason, despite her injuries being super severe, Hori decided to use this moment to sexualize her. Why? What purpose does this serve to the story? Again, fan-service is going to be part of a story, but this is a huge tonal shift. This is supposed to be a dramatic moment. The number five hero was taken out, most of her limbs torn off. This isn’t a moment where she should be sexualized, but she is. Over on my other blog @anti-bakugou-memes, an anon said the following:
“People call her "disturbing and fetishized" purely for the fact that she has several missing limbs. Like... It's so terrible and abelist. Just because character is hot and disabled doesn't mean that they are sexualized. Fetishy disabled content is when character is helpless and used by superiour dudes. Mirko isn't. She is dominating the fight and being her badass self. How is she fetishized or disturbing? Fans are just ableist as fuck.”
In any of Miruko’s other moments, I’d definitely agree. I don’t have positive opinions on her, but one thing I do appreciate is that she’s never been treated as “lesser” or sexualized due to her loss of limbs. In fact, she’s still been kicking ass and taking names. Her sexualization has been focused on the fact that she’s an attractive and fit woman. Her disabilities play no part in her sexualization. It’s not treated in a fetishized way nor is it treated as something unattractive, which is commendable. However, here it feels that her being helpless and tired is being sexualized. This woman has had her limbs ripped off, is most likely dying, and even if she survives she’ll have a lifetime of trauma. Instead of showcasing that, it feels like Hori drew up something for some sick gore hentai. He could’ve drawn her in literally any other position or manner to convey she’s been defeated, and yet he chose possibly the worst one. It’s nasty and outright disrespectful.
55 notes - Posted September 15, 2022
#4
Katsuki Bakugou and Why He’s Poorly Written
Whelp everyone, it’s time for me to kick things off with a bang by talking about Katsuki Bakugou. Just note that this essay is only a draft and I plan to release the full one once MHA officially ends. For now though, I hope you enjoy.
As the title says, Katsuki Bakugou is a poorly written character and is easily my least favorite character in all of fictional media. Now, I think there's two huge parts of his character and it's important to go over them. The first half of Katsuki is one that everyone recognizes, he's a boy with both a superiority and an inferiority complex. It's what the series considers to be his biggest flaw. As a character concept, this isn't new. In fact, anyone could list at least five characters like this without any issues. Why is this important? Well, simply put, this isn't why I hate him. Characters who start off egotistical and get humbled are often some of the best written ones. For Katsuki though, they don’t do this architype well. Now, he clearly has moments where his ego is checked (his fight against the Sludge Villain, him losing the battle trial, him not fighting Shoto at full strength, his fight against All Might, and him getting captured by the League of Villains). At first, he simply gets pissed off, which is natural. Soon though, he begins to reflect on this, realizing that he isn't the best. Normally, this is a good thing. However, most of these lessons don’t stick and Katsuki’s back to acting like he was before his ego was checked. What do I mean about this? I’ll get to that soon.
Sadly, now we get to the part I absolutely hate: the Katsuki that's a full on monster. For those of you raising your pitchforks at me, I'll provide some examples: first off, he bullied Izuku because he enjoyed it. He mentally destroyed a boy just because he dared to have a dream. Second, he nearly committed murder and didn't feel anything about it. Remember the battle trial where he launched a deadly explosion? Now, here's the part where some of you will say that he didn't intend to kill Izuku. That's true, but he didn't care if the boy died. He shouted "not if he dodges," not "he'll dodge." He was wiling to murder someone just to win a stupid exercise. Unlike his egotistical side, this side never develops. You never see him thinking to himself "oh, maybe I went too far," or "wow, I was such a shitty person." It's simply brushed to the side. No one in cannon ever bats an eye to this, and it hurts their characters. Katsuki nearly attacks Izuku in the quirk assessment exam? Shota gives him a warning, despite the fact he was about to expel Izuku a moment ago. So you're telling me that you'd rather keep someone who clearly has anger issues over a boy who's trying to learn how to use his quirk? After the battle trial, he's told to 'grow up' instead of being expelled on the spot. Shota's last class must've been filled with the worst people imaginable if he was willing to expel them and not the maniac. Ejiro and Mina have experience with being bullied, but they befriend Katsuki? Why? They should know that Izuku's being bullied based on his reactions (normal people don't flinch when around someone), but they conveniently ignore it. The entire class ignores it. Hell, I think they know something's up based on their reactions to when Izuku picks his hero name, which hurts their characters even more. Everyone else's characters are harmed because Katsuki has plot armor and everyone's got to worship him, even though realistically no one in that class would like him. Then there's the final exams, where the school tries to use Izuku to better Katsuki, phrasing it like it's somehow partially his fault that Katsuki doesn't want to work with others. Cool, let's treat Izuku as nothing but a prop and ignore the fact that he's actively tried working at getting Katsuki to cooperate. Next comes one of the worst things I've seen in a while; their confrontation when Katsuki learns that Izuku has All might's quirk (which have I mentioned is one of my least favorite scenes in all of media?). When Katsuki keeps questioning Izuku about why he was chosen, this should've been Izuku's time to shine. To give Katsuki 'the reason you suck speech' and let him know the literal hell he's been put through and how All Might doesn't care about strength but instead the person you are. Nope, instead that whole ordeal is brushed to the side and Izuku continues bowing down to Katsuki, showering him with praises. It makes Izuku look weak and makes me believe that he has some form of Stockholm Syndrome. This should've been Izuku's time to show that he isn't weak anymore (the battle trial doesn't count because after it, Izuku goes back to being skittish around Katsuki), but nope, let's ignore the fact that the reason Katsuki was kidnapped was because the villains saw one of them in him. No, it wasn't because he was weak that All Might had to save him. It was because he was a garbage human being. After that, Katsuki's sins are forgiven (if they weren't already) and everything's fine, except Izuku still has to deal with the trauma Katsuki inflicted on him. Unlike his ego, his shitty person-side is never checked. He's never punished for the things he did or has done. He practically gets off scott-free in this regard. He learns a lesson regarding checking his ego but never learns that he needs to be a better person. The only reason he's being "nice" to Izuku is that Izuku is no longer 'weak'. He's treating him like the rest of his classmates now (compare the way he treats the rest of 1-A in the beginning of the series to now. There's almost no difference).
Continued on a separate post cause apparently Tumblr has a character limit. Here’s the link: https://mha-rewritten.tumblr.com/post/685448765657792513/katsuki-bakugou-and-why-hes-poorly-written-pt-2
72 notes - Posted May 27, 2022
#3
Katsuki Bakugou and Why He’s Poorly Written pt 2.
Continues right where part one ends. Read part one here: https://mha-rewritten.tumblr.com/post/685448277861269504/katsuki-bakugou-and-why-hes-poorly-written
Now, as I was saying before, he’s not doing so out of guilt, but because Izuku is 'strong' now. I guarantee that if he encounters another quirkless person, he'll bully them the same way he bullied Izuku. Hell, I believe that if Izuku did commit suicide, he wouldn't care.
In the end, Katsuki is supposed to be a hero, yet he's acting more villainous than the villains without any reason. Both Himiko and Twice have had their minds shattered by their quirks and find that they have no use outside of bloodshed. Tomura, Dabi, and Spinner want to destroy the society that destroyed them and prevented them from living a decent life. Their actions are horrible, but their motives are understandable and makes the viewer pity them, making them compelling villains. Even Muscular, who's basically Katsuki's steroid filled twin in characterization, is a better character because he knows he's a villain and rolls with it. He doesn't claim to be something he's not. He's not deep, but doesn't need to be as he's simply an obstacle. Katsuki? Well, cannon keeps trying to shove the idea that he's a hero in people's faces, but he's not. I get it, the point of Katsuki's character is that he has a superiority and inferiority complex: he has a strong quirk and hates it when people seemingly look down on him (hence why he took offense when Izuku tried to help him when they were kids). However, his response is to mentally and physically torture a boy. You don't have to like everyone, you can choose not to socialize with someone, but the moment you CONSCIOUSLY hurt others, then you're a bad person. People with trauma in the MHA verse such as Ejiro, Shoto (after the sports festival), and Izuku manage to be good people when they have every reason not to be. Even if Katsuki was right in that Izuku thought he was better than him, his response is to mentally and physically torture someone. There's knocking someone off a high-horse and then there's being a shitty person (not to mention how hypocritical Katsuki is being). He's a villain who is treated as a hero and gets no repercussions for his actions nor is he a villain who lashes out after being victims of injustice. He's not even one of those well meaning villains who chose to fight against society. He's just flat-out evil and a Karma Houdini. The only time he's ever punished is when he fights Izuku in the mock-city upon discovering his quirk and compared to everything else he's done, this is nothing, andIzuku also gets punished for defending himself. You can also argue that he doesn't earn his hero license, but he hasn't been shown to learn the importance of saving others from it. In fact, that's another strike against him, he never learns that the most important thing about being a hero is that you save the innocent and everyone sees it as fine. All Might literally says to Izuku that he needs to learn to understand the people who fight to win. Uh, this isn't an MMA anime/manga. This is a superhero one. In this case, saving people is more important than fighting. Even the most edgiest anti-heroes like Punisher and (later versions of) Deadpool avoid damaging the innocent in their crusades. Katsuki? He doesn't care if they die. As long as he beats up the villain, he's fine. I know this is supposed to be a process, but we're pretty far in the manga already and it still hasn't happened. Not hero material in the slightest. And sure, you can argue that his character is meant to embody the 'win to save' mindset, but only the 'win' part is ever shown, never the save. While he does mention this theme in his ‘apology’, it isn’t enough of a recognition for reasons I’ll get to soon.
I also want to highlight that Endeavor's development's been far better than Katsuki. He's been called out on his behavior, used All Might's retirement as a means of learning (discovering that only focusing on being number 1 is a hollow feeling), and is trying to make up for lost time. And guess what? Most of the Todoroki family makes it clear that he has a lot to atone to, and rightfully so. He has to work for their forgiveness, and so far, the only thing Shoto has done is begrudgingly given him a second chance. He still hates his father. Endeavor's being held accountable for his actions, and he still is now that Dabi's identity has been revealed. Katsuki hasn't been held accountable for anything. The redemption story is far from perfect (seriously, it should've taken a lot more for Rei to forgive him), but it's a million times better than Katsuki's.
Some of you might be thinking that I think he needs to have some sort of severe beatdown or something to change. However, I wholeheartedly believe that Katsuki doesn't have to have something traumatic to cause him to change. People change all the time without such incidents. However, he needs to have an 'oh shit' moment where he realizes what he's done. Hell, I've read fanfics that have redeemed Katsuki in magnificent ways without excessive violence. Canon has yet to give him a good redemption arc and doesn't seem like it will as they keep singing him praises. During the scene in the second movie where Izuku gives Katsuki OFA, he says that All Might won't mind it if Izuku gave it to him due to the fact that he admired All Might as well. What about the fact he was a shit human being and hasn't acknowledged this or bothered changing? I understand that transferring OFA was necessary in that final fight, but if All Might or his predecessors are even decent human beings, they will take problem with Katsuki having the quirk meant to symbolize hope and peace.
I think that the best time for his character to develop was during his fight with Izuku after discovering the boy has OFA (and in the way I mentioned or in a similar way). Its a bit too late for it to feel natural now…
Also, I know Katsuki sacrificed himself for Izuku and FINALLY apologized. However, both came out of nowhere. The sacrifice was way out of character for someone like him, especially when he still doesn't realize he's a horrible person ('his legs just started moving on their own' came from nowhere). If his development was more natural, like him consistently showing he's changed rather than him flipflopping between being the same person who bullied Izuku and someone who's trying to change, then this scene would've easily changed my opinion on him. The sacrifice felt more about protecting One for All instead of Izuku himself. If he were to have died, then he basically becomes resolved of any potential consequences he should face for his wrongdoings, stuff he still has yet to acknowledge as wrong. It'd be a cheap copout. It also felt forced seeing as it's supposed to be a touching moment between two friends, but Katsuki was nothing but an abuser. Same goes for the apology. Just ten minutes ago he was insulting Izuku and then he suddenly apologized? Yeah, there's a thing called consistency and this wasn't consistent behavior on his end, weakening the apology to the point where it was practically meaningless. These scenes also remind me of another reason I hate Katsuki's redemption story: Katsuki's 'redemption' story involves a lot of telling, not showing. We're told that he's changing, but he continues to do things that shows he hasn't. He still insults his classmates, hurts Izuku with a block of ice, mocks All Might the past users of OFA (he mocks the previous users dying due to them not being strong enough), fired a point-blank explosion at Tamaki for not fighting him, told a civilian to kill himself, stabbed Izuku in the head for talking about his progress with Black Whip (nearly killing him a second time), and yelled at Fuyumi for talking about her trauma. It takes a special kind of asshole to do the things he's done even AFTER his 'redemption story', especially nearly killing a fellow hero a second time, yelling at a TRAUMA VICTIM, and insulting people who risked their lives to save others while saying you could do better! Because of this, when we get moments like him sacrificing himself to save Izuku (which I think was more-so him protecting OFA rather than Izuku) or him telling the kids not to look down on anyone, it becomes hypocritical and/or OOC. Like what motivated such a random shift from Katsuki calling Izuku a 'wannabe All Might' (a sensitive topic to Izuku and is something he knows is sensitive to him) to suddenly apologizing? Either he has poorly written Bipolar disorder or he's just not a human being. In addition, the apology felt more as if Katsuki was apologizing about being an asshole, but not an abusive piece of shit. The apology needed to be lengthy, not just ‘sorry for everything I did’. He needed to actually acknowledge what he did instead of taking the easy way out, especially when his list of heinous acts are as high as they are. He even needed to acknowledge Izuku’s emotions and why it’s his fault Izuku suffers from self esteem issues. Instead, he just claims he was mean to Izuku, which is far from what he actually was. Dude nearly killed him twice. That’s not mean, that’s evil. Also, he still hasn't received any consequences for his behavior. Endeavor's life is being ruined and he has to watch his son Dabi become a villain, something he's responsible for. When has Katsuki suffered a blow to his reputation? Outright lost a fight to a 'nobody' or even a supporting character? The answer is never.
Another issue I have with Katsuki's development is that it also presents a horrible message: "if your abuser gets slightly better, what happened to you doesn't matter. Just forgive and it'll be like nothing happened! In fact, it was probably nothing so don't even bother thinking of it as abuse. Oh, and don't tell anyone because the person that hurt you is secretly good (lol, no, they wouldn't be hurting you on purpose then and sure there are good people who do bad things, but there's a difference in mugging someone and nearly killing them without remorse), and did I mention that it doesn't matter anyways!? Your mental health doesn't matter, just push through it, life doesn't revolve around you" (this was paraphrased from a comment on an AO3 story, I believe it was one left on 'Fuck Bullies' by RandomWeirdCat, which is a great anti-Katsuki story which I'd highly recommend reading). It may not have been the author's intended message, but it's the one he gives out (I have no ill-will for the author btw. It's horrible that people are sending him death threats for no reason. If you don't like the series, either complain about it online, write Fanfiction, and/or don't watch it).
I also want to mention that Katsuki has Mary Sue traits. Note that I didn't call him a Mary Sue. That term's been thrown to hell and back, but I do stand by the fact he has some traits of a Mary Sue. For starters, I feel Katsuki wins more than he should. In an outright fight, he's only physically lost once and that was in the second movie against Nine. You can also count his kidnapping by the LoV as a loss, but Dabi snuck up on him, so I don't really count it. Same goes with the Sludge Villain. I also don't count the final exam since it was a team battle and it was never concluded. Most of his 'defeats' is to his ego, which would be fine if A: he's humbled from his defeats which he isn't and B: his character flaw was only that he has a large ego (when in reality, his biggest flaw is being a terrible person, which is never addressed in canon). Yeah, he has a powerful quirk and good instincts, but he's never been formally trained and others have superior quirks which are barely shown off. Kyouka and Denki come to mind immediately. Kyouka one-shots anyone she plugs her jacks into (and from what I've seen, she can plug them into anything) and Denki can produce 2 million volts and his quirk lasts for a few seconds, producing a current which could easily kill someone. Shoto also would've stomped Katsuki if he used his fire as Katsuki isn't fireproof (otherwise Dabi wouldn't have been able to threaten him). Muscular, Rappa, and Overhaul would also kill him if he fought them. Rappa even has more striking force as he was able to break Ejiro's 'unbreakable' form while Katsuki couldn't pierce through Ejiro's regular form (only reason he even won that fight is because Ejiro has a time limit to how long he can remain hardened. If it wasn't for that limit, Ejiro could've just won the match. In fact, I'm positive that all he needed to do was grab Katsuki and headbutt him for a KO, but of course, Katsuki HAS to win all his fights. Oddly enough, this showing means that Katsuki's explosions are about as powerful as a bullet since Ejiro's regular hardening was able to take a gun shot with only a crack, more damage than he took when fighting against Katsuki. Katsuki's quirk does have the advantage of having a larger spread though while also being a combination of heat and force whereas a gun's only force). Fumikage would've also been able to demolish Katsuki if it wasn't for his weakness to light (a fair weakness, so I won't say anything about that). As for Katsuki's fighting style, his arms are his source of his quirk, so all someone has to do is break them and he can't use his quirk or else the recoil would bust his arms further (he does have enhanced strength, but he still gets hurt by things that would hurt normal people, so breaking his arm wouldn't be hard if you can get him in a correct hold). If anyone knows anything about boxing, Katsuki's fighting style is similar to that of an out-boxer, where he uses his arm's max reach when throwing attacks. Typically, an out-boxer does so to keep their opponents at bay and I think that due to the recoil of his explosions on his own body, he has to stretch out his arm if he wants to use his quirk to its fullest potential. In every fight, we see this and the only time he doesn't extend his arm is when he's letting loose smaller explosions. Simply put, if someone wanted to break his arm, all they'd have to do is dodge the first strike and slam his elbow with enough force. Long rant, but my point is that his quirk's overrated in canon and there are other quirks that exist that are simply better yet never get the time to shine (and if they do, it's for a running gag. Seriously, Kyouka casually one-shots people for laughs but when it comes to a fight, she suddenly forgets that she can). If they do get some spotlight, it's not against Katsuki who would get stomped without issue. He also has never received any formal training, with his only fights Pre U.A being against those who can't defend himself.
Adding on to the idea of Katsuki having Mary Sue traits, we're also told that Katsuki is also incredibly talented (somehow he can cook, is capable of tutoring when he has no social skills, ranks third in intellect, and can play the drums) yet we actually never see why he has these talents or when he developed them. Your character can be talented, but at some point, there's TOO talented (unless they're shown to have acquired those skills in a flashback or such is the purpose of a character such as Izuru Kamakura from Danganronpa who even then has a weakness- his apathy and the inability to find meaning in life). This wouldn't be that bad if his flaws hinder him, but they don't, or at least in a meaningful way. The worst it did was delay him getting his hero-license. He also gets suspended for provoking a fight, but so does Izuku for defending himself, so I don't count it since he wasn't solely punished for something that was his fault. In general, he never gets punished for his behavior. Seriously, despite how he treats everyone, he's still beloved and anyone who doesn't like him is painted in a bad light (such as Neito and the crowd who was correctly booing him at the Sports Festival). Ejiro and Mina, the two most anti-bully characters in the show, somehow don't notice that Katsuki is a bully and are still friends with him. I've already mentioned all the other stuff he should've gotten in trouble for (such as him nearly killing Izuku in the battle trial), so I'll save you that rant again, but all in all, Katsuki's flaws don't hinder him what-so-ever and he seemingly is good at everything (even in regards to social stuff, something he should be terrible at).
Katsuki is also clearly a writer's pet. You can clearly tell whom the writers pets in MHA are based on how they're treated and how they never receive consequences for their actions. Now, it's alright to have favorites, it'd be hypocritical for me to say you can't when I have my favorite characters of all time listed on my profile, but when it impedes in your writing, especially in a published material outside of FanFiction, you have a problem.
Finally, I also want to talk about rival characters. A rival character can be great. A character can learn how to improve themselves with the presence of a rival character. Naturally, a rival character doesn't have to be a good person, but they need to offer something to the main character. Katuski offers nothing, or at least nothing that another character can't. In terms of pushing Izuku to be the best hero, Tenya and Shoto could easily take Katsuki's spot. It isn't like Katsuki offers anything outside of being a skilled fighter and a benchmark that Izuku strives to be, which is something Shoto is better at anyways (him being considered the current strongest of 1-A and being able to fight almost evenly with Katsuki despite using 50% of his power). Tenya can also serve as an intellectual rival to Izuku. You also have Tomura causing chaos and showcasing the faults of the hero world. He represents the external conflict Izuku faces and presents an internal conflict as well (how far is he willing to go to save people). Katsuki is supposed to represent the idea that winning is sometimes the best way to save people, but Tomura could also teach Izuku this as well. Katsuki's actions only showcase why a desire to only win as a hero is bad and nothing else, which again could have been fine as well if it wasn't for the fact he's never punished for his mindset and that Izuku still worships him. Some might try to say Katsuki has a strong will and that this is something Izuku strives to have, but he nearly throws a temper tantum after having his butt handed to him during the final exam (he was stupid to even think he was anywhere near All Might's level especially after the Sludge Incident). Izuku was the one who snapped him out of it and has shown that he has a stronger will than Katsuki. Some might also say that Katsuki has confidence that Izuku wishes to emulate, but he could've easily gotten it as he got a better handling of his quirk. Seriously, Katsuki offers nothing to the narrative besides being a hindrance to the main character's growth, and not one the kind that challenges Izuku to grow further like Tomura and the other villains do. He also has no plot relevance, with the only plot relevance he has being that time he got kidnapped and triggered the fight between All Might and All for One, but you could easily replace him with someone else. Shoto's a perfect example due to his connection with Endeavor and Dabi being his brother. While rival characters are important, Katsuki is an example of one that isn't needed. MHA would've been much better without him. He's also a crap secondary protagonist (if you consider him to be one) due to his crappy redemption arc. I have no reason to cheer for him, rather, I'm waiting for him to get his long overdue karma strike.
I also quickly want to compare Katsuki to two other characters who get shit on by the fandom but in my opinion don't deserve to be, or at least don't deserve it as much as Katsuki does. First is Neito Monoma, who I think is a far superior character than Katsuki. Neito has shown that he can be a decent person (offering supportive words to Setsuna after she lost to Katsuki) and actually has a sympathetic reason for his behavior. He was constantly mocked for his situational quirk and wishes to prove that he can stand with other heroes. He also wishes to show people that his class is every bit as good as 1-A. Does it excuse his behavior? No. But it both explains it and makes his actions reasonable. He also hasn't tried killing or excessively wounding anyone, which is a bonus, and actually gets punished for his behavior. Yeah, you can argue whether the punishments are too light or whatnot, but Neito receiving some punishments is better than Katsuki receiving nothing while having everyone continue to suck his dick. Second is Minoru Mineta. There are several reasons for why I like Minoru better than Katsuki: first off, he doesn't hog that much screen time. He does his thing and is immediately out of the picture until he eventually comes back. The most screen time he's had is his battle with Midnight. Meanwhile, we have to deal with Katsuki almost all the time save for the Overhaul arc. Secondly, Minoru does face some punishments for his behavior. He gets nailed by a rock when trying to perv on the girls during the Summer Camp training arc, Tsuyu almost drowns him after he groped her, his classmates constantly look down on him due to his behavior (Denki mentioning that he thought Minoru was as dumb as him and Mina), and some of his classmates actively avoid him/are disgusted by him (Mina excluding him from the room competition). As I mentioned thousands of times, Katsuki never gets punished for his behavior. Everyone loves him for no reason and he gets a slap on the wrist at worst. Again, you can argue that Minoru's punishments are too light, but like I said with Neito, some punishment is better than no punishment when comparing the two. Finally, the series isn't constantly shoving down the idea that Minoru is a good person. His reason for being a hero is made known and mocked by his classmates. He's not treated by some noble person or someone who should be followed. He's constantly mocked for his shortcomings. The only reason he hasn't been expelled is due to plot armor. Meanwhile, canon keeps trying to get us to believe that Katsuki is someone who should be admired despite all his actions. He's given a shitty 'redemption story' to add on to the fact he should be admired, but due to how bad his 'redemption story' is, it only makes his case worse. He also has far worse plot armor than Minoru due to reasons I've already explained. In the end, I find Minoru to be much more tolerable than Katsuki. Now, in the case of me liking Minoru over Katsuki, I'm not arguing which of them is a better character, but which one I like better. I'm neutral towards Minoru as mentioned before due to him being a trope rather than an actual character while Katsuki is a horribly written one.
In conclusion, if the egotistical side of Katsuki was his main characteristic, then he would've been a fine character in my eyes. All that had to be done was make him a cocky asshole who looked down on Izuku for being quirkless and have him occasionally make remarks demeaning the boy, with him getting struck by karma or witnessing something life-changing causing him to rethink his behavior and work on improving himself. Sadly, he's instead someone who revels in another person's suffering and he neither learns from his actions or is punished for his manners. His behavior is simply brushed under the rug. Add the fact that he ruins other characters and he's one of the worst I've seen. It really speaks volumes when your creator wishes that he went a different direction with your character despite you being his favorite in the first place. Katsuki could have been something amazing, or at least decent, but he is never given the development needed to make a character like him work, reducing him to a shit character. Also, him being a kid doesn't excuse his actions. He's old enough to know how to be a decent human being. He simply chooses not to. If he is old enough to receive official training to be a hero, he's able to tell right from wrong. Another thing people use to defend him is that "it's not his fault he's the way he is. Society taught him to be that way." Except it didn't. It taught Katsuki that he has every right to develop an ego, but it didn't teach him how to be a bad person. He chose to torture others. That's 100% his fault. He chooses to tell Izuku to kill himself. He chooses to try fighting an unconscious opponent. He chooses to nearly kill someone twice. He's old enough to tell right from wrong and he doesn't have a reason as to why he can't (such as Himiko Toga whose quirk warps her brain to the point where she can't help but kill). Saying this is stupid and removes the concept of personal responsibility from someone who CAN control their actions. Now, there's things you can and can't help. Katsuki can't help but grow an ego in the environment he was raised in but he CAN help how he treats people (or at least help not torturing people). There's a difference between ignorance/being a cocky dick and outright evil behavior. Katsuki is the latter. In the end, he's one of the biggest wastes of potential I've come across.
Also, I know someone’s going to try to say something about how I don’t know Katsuki as well as Hori does, and that’s true. However, part of being a writer is conveying all the traits of said character. Katsuki is poorly written in that Hori hasn’t been able to convey all that he’s wanted to about Katsuki. Again, it’s a show not tell sort of deal. We’re told that Katsuki’s getting better but we never see it. Those moments that end up showing improvement only end up being OOC since they appear once in a blue moon and are not consistent. Hori may know his ideal version of the character and his intended development/feelings, but he hasn’t been able to convey them effectively in his writing of the character. As such, the Katsuki in his mind and the Katsuki on paper are two different people. An author can say whatever they want about their character, but unless they can effectively show the readers proof of their claims, then the claims are invalid.
TL;DR (To Long Didn't Read): I hate Katsuki because his development is crap, he constantly escapes punishments for his crimes, he has worse plot armor than the freaking MC (Katsuki's whole existence is protected by plot armor (him winning fights he should lose since his quirk's weaker than a bullet and easily countered by anyone who knows how to fight, everyone loving him despite him being awful to them, him not being expelled despite Shota being a 'logical' teacher, etc.)), his character spreads harmful messages, and his existence hurts other characters. I'd let his past behavior slide if it weren't for these reasons. I've actually had to stop reading the manga/watching the anime for a bit because of how much his character ruins the canon series. I love the setting and a lot of the characters, which is why I still write Fanfiction about MHA, but the cannon series is a waste of potential. Again, I have nothing against the creator of MHA, I'm just giving my opinion on his work.
If anyone cares, I can name other egotistical, psychotic, and/or antagonistic characters who've received ACTUAL good development than Katsuki 'let everyone ignore my sins' Bakugo. His character trope can produce some of the most powerful and well-written characters, but Katsuki represents how easily it is to screw it up. Some of the characters I know of who do his trope right even start off as worse human beings than him and have similarly crappy motives. The difference is how they're handled.
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Hori being a perv part 69
So Tooru Hagakure is my favorite MHA character despite mainly being a gag character. So much could’ve been done with her, but hasn’t been done due to a combination of things (her not being a central character, there being many other characters already, Katsuki hogging up screen time that could’ve gone to others, etc.). After years of waiting, we finally got to see a glimpse at what Tooru looks like. Not only that, but not long after, we finally got her on a cover page. And what does Hori do? He fucks it up. This is the image-
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Now let it be known that I love the color of her hair and design. What I don’t like is that instead of, ya know, putting her in a cute outfit or something to show off her design, he decides that he’s gonna make her naked. Why Hori? Yes, I know that her hero costume has her naked, something that still bothers me cause if Mirio can get a costume that phases with him then Tooru can definitely get a costume that turns invisible with her, but c’mon. Really? Should’ve expected this seeing as he admitted to Minoru being a self insert for his perverted nature but it still sucks to see. And like I said in my post about Miruko, I’m not a prude about fan service, but at some point, there’s a thing as too much fan service and unneeded fan service. This is one of those instances.
142 notes - Posted September 28, 2022
My #1 post of 2022
So in the future I want to go over Hori’s style of comedy and why it doesn’t work, but for now, I want to highlight an instance where his comedy does land, and it’s here:
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Honestly this little joke got a chuckle out of me. I’ll even say it was well written just because Fumikage and Kyouka’s characters make it work. It isn’t overly sexual, it isn’t Katsuki abusing Izuku for the billionth time, it’s just two teens having a small and funny exchange that takes less than a second and doesn’t really detract much from the events going on. It’s one and done. And it’s relatable cause most people get flustered from physical contact, platonic or romantic. So Hori, you’ve earned a W this time.
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Jukebox reviews part 11! For context, see my post “A Project” under  this same tag. If you want to see a full list of his EMCSA stories,  they can be found here, sorted alphabetically.And if you want to see some of his drabbles, check out his blog at @jukeboxemcsa  
Feels Like the First Time
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8/15/2009                                     mc mf fd ma
The title rather gives the "twist" of this one away, though it's very cute. I feel like I *know* these folk - they just seem that real in this text. John and Deanna are a sweet pair, and I enjoy the very in-his-head nature of "but I don't know if she's ok with this" vs "but she asked me to tell her what she needs to know" is relateable AF. And the use of 6 as a "really wake up" count is delightful. Given it was clearly negotiated out as an experiment, too, it's delightful and playful and wonderful. Definitely worth reading if you enjoy cute, consensual hypnokink. 10/10 spirals
  Love Stinks
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8/22/2009                                     mc mf md
Huh. If pheromones worked on humans, then they'd probably work a lot like this. But given we don't appear to have the right receptors for our endocrine systems to be responsive to pheromones like this, they don't. ... And someone needs to make me turn off my science brain for a bit so I can just enjoy mind control stories, apparently.Seriously, though, it's a good story of slowly shifting perception and control, and I find the underlying premise really interesting! Stan is an interesting take on a mind controller, one who does it because he feels to shy and awkward to get a gal's attention any other way, but is really fundamentally decent besides the whole inappropriately influence a gal's ability to meaningfully consent thing. That paired with the clever control makes this story one I enjoy
  True Colors
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8/29/2009                                     mc md fd mf ff
Oh, this one is INTERESTING. I think I've completely missed it in the past, because none of it was familiar, but *wow,* the plot, the depth of everything... I think I need a flowchart (mostly joking!) It has some good heat and conditioning and brainwashing woven into all that plot, too, and the ending is good - and definitely not where I expected it to go! And I'm glad that Cindy and Michelle stay together through it all, that's nice and sweet. 10/10 spirals.
  Look What the Cat Dragged In
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9/5/2009                                       mc mf ff fd fu
Ah, if you have a magical creature offering you something that sounds too good to be true? Maybe look for their loophole to get the better end of the deal. This is very fairy tale-esque in a way that makes the EMC part feel incongruous, almost. It's clearly foreshadowed, and not a surprise, just ... there's a level of tonal shift to the story that makes me not sure where to start reviewing. There's nothing I can pinpoint that's *bad* - in fact, it's all good - just ... it feels a bit off to me. But the characters are solid and their motivations make sense, all the same. 7/10 spirals
  Promises in the Dark
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9/12/2009                                     mc ff
... I'm probably the *only person* in the world who cares, but I don't think you can even FIND Iron City beer in Austin. It's a regional beer, and even now, a decade later, I'm 99% sure that the distribution network doesn't take it down that way. Shiner Bock, that I could see, and they're similar enough beers, but not Iron City. (Unless Austin refers to Austin, MN, but then you'd probably be looking at Leinie's or one of the bajillion microbreweries that are around those parts.) But since I *am* probably the only person who cares, we'll move past that and on to a lovely story of a couple of gals who have a spark of chemistry from the first. I love the flirtation between Desireé and Priscilla, and the way it builds to more, how Priscilla gets lost in the rush? It's *delightful*, I have no other word for it. I like a character who keeps her promises, even if she might bend them a little, and while Desireé isn't precisely my type, I can see what Priscilla sees in her - and vice versa! I hope they have very happy lives together with Desireé's roomate and any other gals who may enter their lives.
  Follow You Down
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9/19/2009                                     mc ff
This story has one of the best descriptions of what I find so ... well, intimate about hypnokink. "I don’t know why I’m only realizing it now, but there’s something so powerful, so sensual about the idea of hypnosis. It’s an act of trust, an emotional bond deeper and more intimate than anything that could pass between two lovers. Not just a sharing of bodies, but a sharing of minds." Because hypnosis *is* like that, even when being used with less than honest motivations. And Emma is so clever here, in how she uses that sense of intimacy to build a sense of connection and trust she can wrap around Gail and Carrie. And of course, technically, it's sound hypnotic technique, which comes as no surprise from a Jukebox story. The choice to start in the middle of things and intersperse the lead-up to where we see Gail and Carrie works so well in giving the reader the same sort of fuzzy confusion that a deep trance can provide, as well. I just wish that Emma was a bit more ethical (but that's purely my own personal preference). 9/10 spirals.
  The the Morning Comes
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9/26/2009                                     mc ff
Ah, Simone is such a sweet, suggestible girl who responds so perfectly to a reasonable tone, even when that reasonable tone is saying the most unreasonable things. I love the way we can see her just agreeing with somewhat outlandish statements because of who's saying them, and how much she *wants* to believe those statements. And there's clear signs of conditioning in play, too, in a way that sounds *delightful.* The shenanigans that Simone appears to have gotten up to are wonderful, given the overlying control in play, too. I kinda hope I see another installment with these three in the future, though, as the story would be better for more of the previous night being included. It lacks a little of the process I enjoy so much, for all it remains a wonderful story. 8/10 spirals
  Silly Love Songs
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10/3/2009                                     mc mf ff ma md fd bd ds ft hu la
This is more silly than hot, but if you enjoy filks you might get a chuckle out of a few of these. I do have to wonder if Jukebox has ever been ... shall we say "encouraged"... to sing any of them though ;)
  Criminal
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10/17/2009                                   mc ff
Oh, this is *fascinating* .... I'm not sure about EROTIC, mind, but fascinating. Even though the dusting the air to see a laser security system doesn't actually work, based on testing the Mythbusters did, it's still impressive! I love Yelena's dedication to her craft, and understand well the isolation that can come from folk not treating you as a peer, or holding you on a pedastle you don't think you deserve - though maybe Yelena does deserve it, given the rest of the story. Regardless, the ease with which she is captivated and controlled is interesting. I'd expect any skilled thief to have more focus of purposes than that. But maybe that, too, is the effect of the control in play. It's a solid story, with good control, if more than a little magical and maybe a bit rushed? 8/10 spirals.
  Headwires
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10/25/2009                                   mc mf md cb
Another one of Jukebox's superhero stories, again with Wild Rose and Sharpe. I got secondhand sensory overstim from the very beginning of this story, which says rather a lot about just how good Jukebox is at painting a scene. I do wonder just how much Sharpe is going to add to her security now, seeing as how someone found a hole that needs patching and a better firewall. I love the interplay between Rose and Sharpe so much, even when Sharpe's brain gets ahead of her a bit and she doesn't let Rose finish her sentence. They're just a cute couple, and this is a lovely bit of their lives. (Also the "Garbage in,  garbage out" line made me laugh, too). 10/10 spirals.
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I wrote all those posts (Cinder is polite, Cinder's speech patterns) yesterday once again on archetypal blindness with Cinder and what amounts to the typical fandom flanderisation with characters. Tangentially to that topic is like when the headcanon went around and gained traction that Cinder couldn't read. Because she was abused and enslaved so when would she ever become literate? Notice that this is again on theme of 'feral woman' - unkempt, lack of manners, inability to read, a collection of traits that run counter to her actual character and canonical facts we know to be true (she went to Beacon, Salem is her master, Salem canonically 'teaches' her), but again you've got an archetypal grouping going on here (and some gendered stereotypes at play as I was saying).
I made brief reference to this in another post but there has been a resurgence of interest in female villains specifically of the feral woman variety. Cinder is an interesting study because historically two categories of acceptable female villain archetypes have been assigned to her: the cold sexy calculating femme fatale, and now the feral woman archetype. There are a collection of traits in her character that can align with those at different times, but they ignore the context of her character and generally flatten her. Why does this matter? Because I think the memetic nature of fandom makes it so that fanon predominates interpretation before canon and it basically defeats the point of engaging with canon at all.
That we've seen this archetypal shift over time accompanying the narrative shifts her character has gone through is actually its own interesting study; I would say that part of what has reformed Cinder on Tumblr has been this archetypal shift itself that people have begun to accept (though the fact that it's tonally not really appropriate is another matter, canon tone is not a concern with archetypal trends in my experience). I also know of some major blogs that have encouraged this type of interpretation of her, most fanart and most posts I've seen about her generally come from either of these archetypal angles. Archetypes are powerful. Jung wrote about them for a reason, even if psychoanalysis doesn't hold up now the way it did then; fitting people and characters into schema, particularly in group settings like fandom, is an easy pattern to fall into. Ironically.
What's interesting is that right now you can actually see the holdover of the femme fatale in some parts of fandom because the changes on Tumblr are not happening everywhere - so the femme fatale and other sexualised/objectified female villain archetypes are held in tension with the current feral woman archetypes of Tumblr, and both are kind of happening at the same time. I think that the feral woman is also partly an expression of sexuality, just in a different way - if female sexuality is suppressed under the proper performance of femininity, female sexuality can be expressed through the feral woman who is usually of voracious appetite. The irony is that, again, the feral woman archetype can become its own boxed in set of expectations. The problem is once you associate female sexuality with villainy, it's going to have thematic consequences that may be unintended. This is why I think 'true' romance can play a major role in Cinder's redemption arc and have positive consequences for, well, sexuality, and not leave the 'sexy' archetype she played as something, well, completely associating sexuality with villainy.
What does this all say? I don't mean to condescend to anybody. I think the memetic function of fandom and flanderisation of characters clearly has some purpose, otherwise it wouldn't be a thing we see over and over again. It's partly related to prosocial behaviours and building community over finding things compelling. It's also partly knowing how to say the right things and making sure other people also know you believe the right things about xyz character. This is where fandom and canon interpretation get messy. Because it's not like I'm exactly making friends myself.
It's interesting how powerful the role of archetypes are, though, in that they can even transcend canon and colour interpretation to the point that it's almost unrecognisable as what it was originally, and in others can give you the thematic key to the story. The subconscious way we interact with storytelling is really diminished now, mostly because of conscious narrative cynicism, but in this case can really explain fandom behaviour.
Does it matter? Let people have fun. That's the refrain I always encounter. Well, it's not fun for me and I don't like venturing out beyond my blog, and you're supposed to write and create the things you want to see. So I try to write and create the things I want to see. I think that much is obvious. But it does get kind of lonely and frankly it does get kind of boring seeing the same character repackaged across fandoms and seeing stuff that so obviously ignores Cinder's actual character (... or Jaune).
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typewriter83 · 30 days
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FtW anon here again. One of these days I might reveal myself and drop a message 🤣 For now, however, I'll keep myself safe in my blanket of anonymity. Rest assured, you're not missing out, since my blog is about my other interests and has nothing in relation to JoelxEllie (and never will be since I don't love the romantic pairing enough to post about it haha, just a guilty pleasure where I enjoy the high-quality fics and find it an interesting concept). You're right, we do mesh as readers, considering the fact that I've already read both of the fics you recommended by CatrionaMac and CallMeShephard, and I loved them dearly— especially CallMeShephard's writing, which is the definition of soft, sweet Joellie and has a very natural progression. ❤️ Have you read 100 Steps?
And no, I don't write— which you probably figured out when I mentioned that I don't involve myself in the Joellie fanbase much and prefer to be a silent, lurking reader.
Also, the attraction to Tommy in FtW did throw me for a loop too— but I did spot it much earlier in the fic! It was kinda mentioned several times, as early as FtW2, but there were several segments in A Blanket Of Snow which made it really, really clear that Ellie has a thing for Tommy. ABOS was a major mindfuck though so I wouldn't be surprised if you didn't notice because you didn't read it thoroughly; it's a difficult piece to get through and I haven't read it all, just bits here and there out of curiosity.
I actually did know that Daniels wrote it for his now wife— must have slipped my mind since I kept saying in my other ask that it was his own interest and such 🤣 I, too, am a reader that lurks a lot and likes to read comments and author's notes. It is cute that he wrote such a detailed saga of stories for Michelle. Boy, he must love her a whole lot!
I never considered the ghost writer theory before, but it is super valid! There is a significant tonal shift in some areas which indicates that perhaps there was someone else involved in the writing process, most likely his wife as you said. That's a super interesting theory for sure— but I'm not too sure how likely it is. I'm curious as to what exactly stood out in A Home At The End Of the Road and made you think there was a ghost writer? If you could pinpoint any key moments, perhaps?
Yess, I have the same view of Joel and Ellie and the romance of it all! D&C was exactly what I had in mind when I was talking about your writing being softer in regards to their dynamic. I love them in that story, especially since Ellie is older in your stories. I'm a romantic at heart too, so I suppose that's why sometimes the sexual themes in FtW didn't sit right with me. Not because of the fact that it was sexual in itself (which did throw me a little since she was still 14, but that's a separate discussion), but because it wasn't as heartfelt as other Joellie stories that had those themes, and was moreso Joel agonising over how badly he wanted to bang her— I prefer a healthier dose of lovey dovey saccharine to accompany any explicit content, thanks! 🤣 I'm jesting all in good fun, of course, and not criticising Daniels. I find it kind of hilarious actually how versatile us fans are. Our yums come in all different shapes, sizes and flavours!
Good luck with the Boston QZ story! LOL, writing Joel being a meanie to Ellie must be hard since we just want him to get to the soft and sweet part already.
- Miss Undercover
Miss Undercover, I would never ask you to give up your anonymity. I mean, I hide behind a moniker, too. However, should you ever want to chat - that stays between you and me. I had someone tell me they created a new handle just so they could protect their name but have a conversation - whatever works, Mama will protect her cubs
Listen, we could write entire dissertations on the Joellie fandom. There are less than 500 stories in the tag on ao3, and yet there’s a wide variety of subject matter ranging from fluffy to depraved. And that’s good, that’s what fandom is about. But yes, I tend to stick to the softer, sweet side - unless it’s Pluums and she wants to write some 🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️ at a theme park, then that’s a bedtime story 🫣🫣
I have read “100 Steps” and I hope Shepard is doing well. He was writing pretty consistently in 2023, but has since stepped back. I would love to see how their story plays out, it’s an interesting concept and I’m here for the slow burn.
“Home at the End of the Road” (let’s call it Home from now on haha) is told in 4 parts: yesterday, today, tonight, and tomorrow. While it does remain consistent with Daniels’ attention to detail, there are a slew of characters introduced, almost leading me to believe there was more planned. Maybe I felt the shift because of Ellie’s attitude toward Joel, which tracks with her suspicions after SLC. The shift to Jackson felt like a whole different story, like it wasn’t part of the universe - but maybe that was the idea? Seeing as they’ll finally settled down? I’m not sure.
The smut - the lemon as he refers to it - was a shift too. Yes, I did catch Ellie’s mentions of Tommy in previous stories - ABOS was disturbing but very well written - haunting in that you were seeing the story through Ellie’s damaged psyche. Something shifted in the last story - and now you’re gonna make me sit down and read it again, because now I need examples, sheesh. I’m supposed to be the teacher here 😉 cubs putting me to work.
Daniels’ take on their inner monologues was definitely a different take than I would have. I’ve dipped my toes in writing a younger version of Ellie with Learning to Walk, and their inner monologues aren’t quite as depraved - but that’s also my take. For me, I don’t let Joel’s inner voice ever say what he wants, even to himself, because if he does, then it makes it real. Instead, he drives Ellie crazy with his grunting and groaning while doing pushups 🤭
I like writing Ellie as a little older in my AUs (24 in D&C and 25 in Am I the One) because it levels the power dynamics a little - he’s a lot older than her, but Ellie has some life experience before she meets him. Ellie already had a career and a life before she explores a life with Joel. In the canon divergent universes, Ellie is dependent on Joel - they’re co-dependent if we’re being honest - and it’s an entirely different power dynamic. Joel held a lot of power over Ellie in FtW, and she was so young through most of the story - I think the final chapter reflects a lot of that tonal shift too, but it’s also supposed to be 10 years later, so maybe he was just writing differently to reflect that. We’ll never know.
We can do a whole other dissertation on meanie Boston QZ smuggler Joel. This AU I’m someday gonna actually write - he tries so hard to be menacing to this girl (she’s 20 and fresh out of training FEDRA officer), but as always, she worms her way into his heart. 🤭
Thanks for coming back! My asks are always open for discussions!
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Hey there been a while, use this ask to rant abt a random thing on your mind you wanna share
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gods, i sure love being so fucking head empty the second i look at this /s
seriously sitting here having to struggle to think of things right now... like i know some stuff that's generally on my mind but I either don't want to talk about it/talk about it publicly (not necessarily an invitation to ask about those things, no offense intended; just an acknowledgement) or do not have the words to convey my thoughts on things beyond a Growl.
I'm trying to think of something I won't go Too Unhinged about for this blog,,, truly a struggle. perhaps a line of thinking to abandon, for this.
ugh. it was kind of simmering for a minute but i dont think i have the energy for a coherent rant on my hatred for capitalism/the way our society functions at the moment. but know that that is generally a big thing that is always brewing and it makes my teeth Ache.
time for a complete tonal shift: here's my fucking gordon ramsey frozen dinner reviews (for ones I've tried so far)
mushroom risotto: sucked major ass, literally could not even swallow the first and only bite I took. it is possible I just do not enjoy mushroom risotto or risotto itself! or that I fucked it up somehow, though that feels less likely? idk. 0/5
mac and cheese (four cheese? i forget what this one is actually called): literally do not even remember anything about it so it must have been pretty mid. stouffers (stoufers?) is king in this field, so far as I've tried in terms of- again- FROZEN- mac n cheese dinners. 2/5 (it get a 2 and not a 3 because it's disappointing and possibly a sign that I don't even remember it)
fish & chips: i actually really liked this one ngl. chips desperately need to be seasoned though. idk if they're just not supposed to be or something but I'm sorry, potatoes and seasoning are In Love and you Will Not Separate Them. I just add some myself after the fact; I can eat the fish without a sauce and be content, although I like to try and whip up something to go with it. 4.6/5 (possibly a touch high of a rating considering the initial disappointment those chips presented, but it's whatever man. sometimes there's a piece that's really small and gets nice and crispy,,, that's totally what raises it back up for me)
slow braised beef in a red wine reduction sauce: gonna be real, since this one was microwave only I was extremely anxious about it for some reason. but it was actually really good! wish there was more carrots? but it was seriously, surprisingly tasty. 4.7/5 (there were some bits that were a little more.. crisp I guess? not quite the word I'm looking for, maybe. but it seriously wasn't an issue- my refusal to give it a full 5 is based solely on feeling like it needed more carrots and mushrooms to balance with the potatoes. This one might be my favorite, despite what ratings may indicate.)
chicken pot pie: literally just had this one today! (was anxious abt trying it) honestly really good imo! I made it in the oven, for full disclosure. 4.8/5- would be 5, but I have had Really Good chicken pot pie that a friend makes, so if I consider that a 5 I want to push this back a touch.
and those should be the only ones I've tried
I got this lemon chicken ? one to try sometime, and I think the only other one remaining otherwise would be lasagna- but I don't really enjoy the way it feels to eat any sort of tomato/red sauce with little bits of meat in it, so I think I'll probably refrain. (if he ever puts out a cheese lasagna or something though...)
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Break my muse. Exploit their insecurities and weaknesses. Do whatever it takes to make them angry or cry. // @motherfucking-username​
                    "̨͚̃͝I̗͉͕͗̽̊ţ̞̭̇̔̂'̛̹̣̗̐̎l̮̔l̫͗ ̹̞͕̓̍̉b̳̅ȩ̙̹͖̑͛̕͡ f͍̪͎́̀̉i̺̬̙̔̄̉n͎̥̍̒̚͢e̢̖̦̾̎͝,̲̩̀̈ ̨͈͗͞b̢̊a̧͍͙̝̾̽̄̚ḃ̩̳̎y̝̏.̤̀ ̰̀J͚͈̠̑̂̕ṷ͚̳̅͘͝st̨̬̝̒͛̾ g͓̻̜̗͐̆̓͞o̧͓͗̎ ͖̣̑͊b̺͚̿̽a̧͈̓͜͞͞c̰͐͟͠k̦͞ ̺͚͙̀̓͑t̼̦̫̲̐͂̽̽o̻̰̤͗̃̕ ̮̲͒͠s͇̽l̙̀͆͜ȅ͖̮͠è͍̲̕͢͠p̳͚͙̍͝͡.̧͈̄͞"̠̀͘͟
Kew didn't know what they were doing here. Hell, he rarely did, and didn't usually bother to ask-- Hank seemed fond of surprises. Just assumed this was another surprise, like they were gonna find another place with unlimited burgers and shakes in this part of town. In this building! On the top floor of this building. ... On the roof. Along the edge.
'You can trust me.' And he did. It felt more like a choice these days.
The fact that Hank started out with the words 'killing himself' as he overlooked the cars on the street below didn't inspire much confidence. "Hank," Kew murmured, concerned and warning, but the man kept going anyway. He saw things differently, huh? Like not wanting to kill himself anymore! Right? That's where this is going, right? Yeah! He learned he's not so bad of a guy, that's great! That's--
...
                      Y̺̙̘̎́̓o̼͈̰͆̓̓u͇͋ ͙̤̃̍͢͞s̲̬̀̎̃ͅh͉̲͔̀̈́͌o̳̕ú̠l̦̰̖̝̃͒̿͒͒͜d̥͆ b̖̟̿̀̊ͅe̯̫̽͐ ̞̳̀̌d̫͉̝̻̀͌͌͡e̱͙̺̳͆̋̔͘a̿͘͟ͅd̢̳̝̑̚̕!̟̄̃͟
"What?" Hank didn't seem to care that Kew was itching to interrupt, though Kew was almost too shocked to think of anything. "I'm not-- I-- What the fuck are you talking about!? Hey! HEY, LISTEN TO ME, YOU--!" ... Oh. Kew realized much too late that there wasn't going to be a discussion. Hank didn't come up here to talk. 
He came up here because the last time he tried to shoot himself, it didn't work.
                          Y̧̥̫͒̏̚O̱̲͚̼̘͉͆̌́̿̍̕͟͝Ü̧̧͎̻̈́͘͘ ̢͚̳̗͚́̀̓͡͠Ŗ̝̖̦̙̍̀͆̌̚͠ͅÚ̖Ĭ͇͙̩͊̋̃͟͢͠N͕̑Ȩ̬͙̰͎̇͂̉͘͡D͙͝ ̖͚̤͙̙̼̤̿̆̂͌͗̒͞Ȩ̗̫̑͗̀̄͜͜͠V͓̦͖̭̏̔͌̆Ḙ͉̈́̎R̞̩̭̮̼̉̾͆̋͘Y͎̪̩͖̩̰̏̾̎͌͝͠T͍̓H̫̉I̗̰̋͛͗͢N̨͈̥̈̃̒Ǵ̡͔̖̋͂!͖͓̞̰͍̻̇̐̌̌́̃̕͜
"NO!" Kew roared in Hank's mind, but this time, Hank didn't even seem to notice. "HANK, DON'T! I WON'T LET YOU! HANK!!"
None of this fucking matters! All Kew has to do is take control, and he can use his barrier to survive the jump! The sensation of falling makes Kew shriek like a banshee, clawing desperately for control in the short time he had-- and hitting a wall. No. NO! HE WON'T! HE WON'T LET THIS HAPPEN AGAIN, HE FUCKING TRUSTED HANK! IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE DIFFERENT THIS TIME! HE HAS TO USE HIS BARRIER, HE HAS TO LIVE, HE-- HE--!!
“I HATE YOU!”
That’s all he could manage, before the ground rushed up to meet them.
(Is it sick that part of him couldn't help but feel happy, that Hank seemed so proud?)
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The point about teen dramas and the problem with reality ensuing past high school got me thinking… In the context of Gossip Girl, what do you think would have been more plausible/realistic post-high school storylines for the characters? Because obviously in the OG show things got fucking WILD lmao. I do wonder if without the writers strike/the shift towards Chuck/Chair it might have been possible to keep things at least tonally consistent with season one post-high school, or if it’s something they would have struggled with anyway. I do feel like it’s less implausible for the characters to have more of their dreams fulfilled/better life outcomes on a show like Gossip Girl if only because of the extreme wealth inherent to the premise, but they definitely stretched the pretty generous suspension of disbelief I was already giving them lol
Oh this is a great ask!
First of all, yes I agree, the elite kids of the Upper East Side are going to have a better chance at their dreams then the lower/middle class kids of Lima, Ohio. (That being said, you're right, GG still pushed it far beyond any rational suspension of disbelief)
-Okay, let's say Bart still dies. Chuck inheriting his shares - sure, totally plausible. Chuck getting to run the company at 18? Fuck no! Chuck would have to go to undergrad and probably have to get a MBA as well, and then work his way up the C-suite a la Kendall Roy before finally getting the keys to the castle in his 30s or so.
-Blair also would have to complete college (and she is so the type to go to grad school too let's be real) before landing any sort of dream job she would want. I can definitely see her working her way up the ladder at Vogue and taking over for Anna Wintour one day, but that would take years, if not decades of work.
-As followers of the blog know, Spectator!Nate is not my Nate! It's not even just about him getting handed a newspaper at 20, the Nate of s1-4 had no interest in journalism whatsoever or wearing a suit every day of his life. Anyway, I could see a world where Nate just kinda coasts through college, and then lives off his trust fund or something while he figures out what he actually wants to do. (I am partial to social worker!Nate but I do think it would take him a lot of character development that the show would be uninterested in doing to get him to that point).
-I mean this is in s1, but Dan getting published in the New Yorker at 16? Come on now. Dan getting a book published at 20 somehow without his consent? Also, come on now. I can see Dan completing undergrad then getting his MFA, and then getting a literary agent in his mid-20s or so, through Lily connections or professor connections or something.
-While Serena actually somehow has the most realistic path of all of them (production assisting /publicity don't require college degrees, plus Serena already had connections and the It Girl status), I still think she is someone who four years of college would do a lot of good. So I would have her graduate college first, before then moving out to LA and getting that PA job, and working her way up the ladder to producer or something that way.
Basically, I think they should've stuck with the college storylines! And, yeah, I think a big reason of why they didn't is because of Chuck and his mainpain and his whole "I'm gonna be a businessman at 18" nonsense.
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Boyfriend is back AKA Ren, the home wrecker
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This post is a summary of all the reasons why we don't stan Ren on this blog, made especially for my besties and BFF @crazybooksandplantslady
I was rewatching F4 Thailand again, (what even is life at this point if I don't breathe this show) and realised that while Ren is packaged as the nice one, who interacts with Gorya from the beginning and one could easily be swayed into supposing he is a good dude because of it; he is a dog that bites. 
See, Gorya piques his interest in the same way that she astounds Thyme. 
Ren encounters the behind the scene rebellion prior to the rebellion taking place, and it surely must be intoxicating to watch a young girl disrupt status quo and fight for her rights. She encompasses everything he is not. 
Ren doesn't fight for his love, he waits in a passive manner for it to come to him and for Mira to serve herself up on a golden plate. He does not even participate in most of the F4 shenanigans; he goes with the flow for the most part. 
It does not mean though he is a positive character, even if he hides Gorya from the bullies, he does nothing actively to prevent her from being bullied until she is literally being r-word. 
Ren has spectacular looks and I for one do appreciate the visuals, I blame it on my love of drawing, I consider myself a beauty connoisseur -probably because I lack it, I crave it. LOL. 
But Ren toys with her feelings, and while Thyme is waging a war against Gorya for the first few episodes, until he realises he is actually in love with her lol, plot twist-Ren knows that Ren is in love with Mira, but allows these seductive-open to interpretation-interactions to fester between him and Gorya. 
I don’t like it. 
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I do no appreciate the feeble character that Ren posses, where he has to be kicked to the kerb to realise he could actually go after Mira and declare how he feels about her. Fear of rejection my friends is a bastard and we all know that. 
BUT Compare how incredibly brave foolish Thyme is when in love. 
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Granted an utter dumb fool with no backbone yet, but how brave is he putting himself out there for Gorya after they have been full blown enemies and does these ridiculous gestures that slowly and gradually become less unhinged, the more she reciprocates his feelings. 
The fact is that the show portrays the confusion and blurred lines between liking someone and admiring someone well. There is a huge difference in having a crush on a pretty boi (Ren) and being your true self with someone and sharing insecurities with them. 
Gorya does is very well, she looks at Ren as a god send when he shows up and  saves her. The sight of him getting drenched by setting off the fire alarm is still my weak moment and my ass popped open a little. Sorry lesbians. 
However, the tonal shift in her interactions with Thyme go from
->absolute spite and resistance against him-> rejecting everything he stands for-> physical violence -> defiance -> sworn enemies -> 
raging war-> carnage when he abducts her-> shitting on his morals -> asking him to do things like normal person lol-> accidental kiss -> 
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kjashsjahdsjah -> glimmer of remorse leaving him stood up in the rain -> twinge of guilt -> slight confusion at his softness -> playful thyme is cute -> protect the puppy instincts kick in -> thyme in my lap confusion level 110 -> sharing inner most feelings -> feelings so many emotions that we can't talk about -> annoyance -> slight sympathy -> empathy -> tenderness -> 
ok he touched my forehead -> umm why is Thyme touching my hair again is he about to -> false alarm -> 
OMG Thyme at my house -> OMG Thyme is an abandoned puppy-> OMG he hugged me-> why is he so soft I will d word -> I need him for no particular reason his opinion matters all of a sudden -> you see what I mean???
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And now Ren shows up?
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Oh buckle your seat chastity belts f4 addicts. We are in for a wild ride. 
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I do think there's a much bigger point to be made about the difference between "bleak" and "bright" media and how to pull off a tonal shift (Madoka Magica) and how not to (Magia Record), and I'm already dreaming up a whole long post about it, but I can't fully compose my thoughts about it right now, so I'll just give you this.
The Hunger Games is a series where the main character losing her sister, the whole reason the plot comes into motion, makes sense. It presents itself as a dark series from the beginning that may have a happy ending for some, but inevitably not for all. Not only that, but Katniss gets a chance to be with Prim again for the briefest of moments after the Games. Just enough for us to see their relationship as more than just an ideal, as something real that we want to root for, only to have it torn away from us. The reason we get mad over Prim dying is not because it feels like we were betrayed by the author, but because it feels like we were betrayed by the District 13 rebellion itself. We wanted it to line up with Katniss' cause, only to find that it didn't, and just because a group shares a central goal to yours does not make it your friend. It hurts because it makes us realize a harsh fact about life, as tragedies often do.
On the other hand, when Ui dies in the Magia Record anime, all we have is a collection of flashbacks and a hero's quest to remember her by. We know she's important to Iroha, but we never get a chance to really get to know who Ui is as a person (or at least anime onlies never really get to). From a story perspective, Ui's death is basically the equivalent of the "your princess is in another castle" story trope, used to render a quest useless only to introduce another quest (not for tragic effect as with The Hunger Games). Finally, Magia Record positions itself as a "brighter" type of story, and while it could be said Madoka Magica did the same thing, it did it for three episodes. Magia Record did it for two seasons only to tear it all down in the end. And oddly enough, this isn't the only show I've seen that does this. Or should I say, not even the only magical girl show to do this.
That's right, folks. I will be going there. For those of you who know me from my main blog, you'll know that this topic is the thorn in my side, the Michael Eisner to my Defunctland. So of course, I'm not gonna pass up a chance to talk about it and why, in my opinion, its most gaping flaw is also what doomed Magia Record S3.
In the next post about S3, we will talking about the disastrous series finale of Heartcatch Precure.
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Emma Swan, Olympian is not a phrase Emma Swan, totally normal person, ever expected to hear.
But she never expected one night at a party hosted by her college's baseball team to change her entire life, either. So, it should really come as no surprise that Emma Swan, Olympian, is now something of international sensation. Or that her husband has become a bit of a social media star.
——— Rating: Teen with sports feelings Word Count: 7.5K AN: As promised and because of who I am as a person, I wrote Olympic fic. I can neither confirm nor deny that there is an actual plot here, but there is a surplus of fluff and sports-based feelings. So, that’s something. Thanks to the Detroit Lions, specifically, for posting this Tweet and to my husband who is very much aware of what content I want the internet to provide me. Operation: Make Killian a New York Yankee as often as possible continues.
|| Read on Ao3 if that’s your jam ||
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No one told her the questions would start to blur together.
That would require media training, Emma imagines. And no one is giving a first-time Olympian in a sport that only a handful of people marginally believe warrants notice from the IOC any sort of media training. She got, like, an orientation packet. With a lopsided staple in the top left corner. On her commercial flight. That she booked herself.
Twenty-plus hours crammed into a seat that she’s only a little concerned did permanent damage to her right knee, with a meal that was so chewy Emma was about four seconds and one exasperated, entirely exhausted exhale from asking if it was, in fact, made of plastic.
Mostly, the staple is what’s still managing to frustrate her. As frustrated as she can be at the Olympics. No one is supposed to be frustrated at the Olympics. Not really. Not while experiencing the pinnacle of athletic achievement, the calluses on Emma’s fingertips some sort of badge of honor that she’s wearing with at least a modicum of national pride, and everything is fine.
Her qualifying time was absurd. Where absurd is a compliment and very close to a record she’s suddenly determined to shatter.
So, she’s alone.
Big deal. So is everyone else. This Olympics, at least. Plus, Killian wouldn’t have been able to come no matter what the state of the world was. Even so, the quiet stands are admittedly weird. All these empty arenas with empty seats, the distinct lack of a roaring crowd no more obvious than when the world’s best athletes step to the line. Staring at the climbing wall in front of her four hours earlier, Emma swore she could hear every single beat of her heart echo between her ears.
And that’s—well, solitude is par for the course with an adolescence like hers, half-filled suitcases and brand-new faces in brand-new towns, but she’d gotten used to one town, and the town is actually a city, and the city has long since felt like home, and her fingers reach for the rings dangling above her Team USA t-shirt. They did give her an absolute shit ton of t-shirts, so that was nice.
Except—
Something keeps tugging. Nagging at the back of Emma’s consciousness, almost like she’s forgotten her keys on that flea market table they found in Park Slope two weeks after they moved into the apartment. Because for as well-versed Emma may be in that singular sort of existence, she’s also well-removed from wanting it, and at least three of her knuckles crack. Curling around her rings.
Muscles in her cheeks stretch, another nod and quick blink to avoid the threat of blinding via camera flashes. Someone really should have told her about this. She probably should have assumed. Human interest is the driving force of at least three-quarters of the stories in sports, and Emma’s not used to being the story, per se, but even she has to admit most of hers makes for a good one and they are still asking her questions.
Emma blinks again. Hopes she doesn’t look like a serial killer or the weird blonde, slightly sweaty cousin of the Joker, her smile starting to feel as if it’s painted on her face. She nods. Hums. Listens to questions that are startling in their tonal similarity to Charlie Brown’s teacher, and Emma wonders if Charlie Brown ever got a different teacher or what the school structure of the Peanuts’ universe is and, God, how old was Charlie Brown, even? To withstand that sort of consistent bullying. Was Linus the same age as him? No, right? How long did he carry the blanket around? Was Linus the same age as Sally? Why didn’t the red-headed girl with curly hair get a name?
She nearly falls out of her chair.
That might make the front page of several blogs. Possibly even the back page of a New York tab.
Careful to keep her feet on the ground, Emma lifts her head, directing her eyes toward the source of a question that must have been asked several times if the note of amusement mixing with deadline-based exasperation is anything to go by. Her smile definitely makes her look like a serial killer.
“Sorry, sorry,” Emma mumbles, and none of the oxygen she does her best to inhales makes it even close to her lungs. “I, uh—what was the question?”
The reporter grimaces.
“I wanted to know if you’d seen the video of your husband yet.”
Ice runs down her spine. Every single drop of wholly disgusting sweat falling in rivulets down either one of her cheeks freezes. Oxygen disappears from the room. Or so Emma assumes, what with the crushing feeling pushing down on her lungs and whatnot.
Her mind whirs. Races through possibilities and pitfalls with a speed that would be impressive if Emma weren’t already so close to that record, and she is going to break that record. Somehow she manages not to fall, though. From her chair or the metaphorical climbing wall in her brain, ignoring the sudden dryness of her mouth and the increasing size of her tongue.
Her nails are going to leave little half-moon creases in her palm.
“I don’t—” she starts, and eventually she will wish she was more articulate. For what turns out to be a very nice story.
Standing up, the reporter’s seat creaks as she moves toward the desk they deposited Emma behind after even. Several Olympic officials move to block her, but Emma shakes her head again, and she’s not exactly high-priority on the list of defensible athletes, anyway. So, none of them flinch when the reporter slides a phone closer to Emma, her crazed thoughts briefly lingering on how many phones a reporter could possibly need, but then her eyes drop, and she’s not sure if her ears can actually perk, but Emma certainly tries because she hears him yelling before she sees him.
Her smile shifts.
And the cameras flash again.
It starts, as with most things in Emma’s collegiate life, because Anna demands it.
She’s only half-listening, so Emma can never be entirely sure what it was, exactly, she was agreeing to, but in her experience, the agreement doesn’t matter so much as the action, and her roommate’s younger sister is unstoppable when it comes to action. So, Emma is dimly aware of a plan. Something about the baseball house and that one left fielder is in a handful of her classes.
David—something.
He’s got a girlfriend, too. A nice one. Who always smells like sugar when she slides into the seat next to David whatever his last name is, sitting in the row in front of Emma during their Tuesday-Thursday statistics class.
Emma hates statistics.
She doesn’t hate Anna, though. Or her roommate, one of the better college-based surprises, and either Anna has magic or Elsa is an enormous pushover because somehow all three of them are ready at the same time, and the walk to the baseball house isn’t far.
First-year players guard the door — passing out color-coded wristbands that absolutely do not do their job because it takes about six seconds of well-meaning flirting and batted eyelashes between Anna and a mountain of muscle masquerading as the team’s starting catcher to get them inside. With purple wristbands and two tickets for jungle juice instead of the keg.
“Victory,” Anna cries, twisting through the crowd. Half of it is already teetering on the edge of drunk, the rest free-falling into the pit of imminent hangovers, and Emma isn’t sure she’d classify their drinks as a victory, but it’s definitely better than watered-down beer.
And it doesn’t take long, really. By Emma’s shaky count, it’s not even a half-hour before the muscle — who introduces himself as Kristoff, and really is pretty cute, actually — returns, standing unnaturally close to Anna’s left shoulder, furtive glances shared out of the corners of their eyes. Emma rolls hers. Elsa’s appear perpetually stuck to the ceiling. It looks oddly sticky up there.
“Go,” Elsa says, and it’s not an instruction. Barely counts as more than a whisper, really. Anna lights up all the same. Like an alcohol-fueled Christmas tree.
Who does not need telling more than once.
Hands reach and smiles widen, Kristoff mumbling something that sounds like it was nice to meet you before he’s following Anna back to the beer pong table, leaving Elsa and Emma standing in the middle of a sea of raging hormones. All of which want to be there way more than either one of them does.
“Well,” Elsa mutters, “that was polite.”
Emma snickers into her glass. A mostly empty glass. That’s surprising. “Got that going for him.” “Plus, his on-base is nuts this year.”
“Say that again.” “On-base percentage,” Elsa repeats, making sure to do it slowly for maximum sarcastic emphasis. Emma’s eyes are going to fall out. That won’t end well. There are too many shuffling feet in this room.
“What does that mean?” “How often he gets on base.” Opening her mouth does nothing. Closing it does even less. Elsa looks overjoyed. “I know things,” she shrugs, “and I’m pretty positive Anna and Kristoff have been not-so-secretly dating since the start of the semester, so—” “You stalked your sister’s secret boyfriend?” “Stalk’s a very dirty word, don’t you think? No, no, there was no stalking. There was light research. One Google search and a single click to the team’s roster, and now I know he’s from Minnesota, too.” “Awfully convenient for the romance of the century.” Humming, Elsa takes a larger-than-usual sip before scrunching her nose in displeasure. At her empty cup. Emma has no idea how they ended up with empty cups so quickly. Suddenly the baseball house feels a bit like a time warp. Enter and drink and find the love of your life. Or something like that.
“I got next,” Emma says, ignoring Elsa’s laugh because she is not the sort of person who says things like that. It’s this house. This place. With its music and its happiness, and she’s not really a sports person. Can only marginally understand the joy of watching other people accomplish something. She has no idea what on-base percentage is.
Still.
Her feet move. Fingers curl over the rim of red solo cups, like the most cliché version of her college self. Her drinks get refilled. And it’s just as Emma’s about to let herself wonder if, maybe, sports aren’t all that bad and might even possess a bit of inherent romanticism, she slams into something.
Someone, more like.
Taller than her, he has to peer down his nose to glare at Emma. That’s fair. They’re both far more damp than they were ten seconds before. Some of that moisture ensures that the hem of his shirt sticks to his stomach. A very flat stomach. That draws Emma’s eyes because she’s human and slightly intoxicated, and it takes quite a lot more than she’s willing to admit to lift her chin, but then she’s glad she does. Even with the understandable glare.
“Shit,” she breathes, “your eyes are stupid blue.”
He narrows them. She hates that. Which is about all it takes for her to get royally pissed off, too.
“Can you pay attention to where you’re walking?”
The stupidly blue eyes blink. Darken a shade, like all his frustration is centered directly around his pupils, and the shirt he’s wearing is team-branded. Another baseball player, then.
“You ran into me!” Oh, Oh. Well, that sucks. He’s got a good voice, too. Eyes and voice and the few strands of hair that fall toward those eyes when he continues to glare at Emma likely aren’t supposed to make her stomach flip.
It’s the alcohol’s fault.
Or sports. Like, in general.
“Because you take up so much space,” Emma snarls He leans forward. Looms, really. Over her and around her, smelling like punch and body wash. It’s gross and absolutely wonderful. “Gotta pick a lane, love. Either I ran into you, or I was in the way.”
“It can definitely be both and there is nothing resembling love here.”
“So I can see. You have a name, wrecking ball?” “My shoes are never going to unstick from this floor.” To his credit, he does waver. His lips twist — which makes it all too obvious how much Emma is staring at his lips, but, seriously, the alcohol. Plus, it’s so hot in this house she can barely think straight. She wonders where he buys his body wash. He smells better than he should in this house. So, it's clear he considers. Ponders, even. Until his hands dart out and those hands are somehow warmer than every person in this house combined, heat scorching through Emma’s t-shirt as he lifts her off the ground.
Only to deposit her approximately fourteen inches to her left.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” “Look,” he grins, “you’re unstuck.” “Bastard!” “Eh, not technically.” “What?” “Not technically a bastard. Orphan, I suppose. But that’s kind of a mood ruiner, don’t you think?”
Emma’s fish impression is really going great. The grin becomes a smirk. Her stomach refuses to stay still. “Is there a mood to ruin?” “Might be if you tell me your name.”
Emma wavers, that time. Considers and ponders. Weighs the pros and cons while laughter drifts past her ears, consummate collegiate experiences that she’s only ever let herself be passably jealous of. A dark-haired girl’s talking to Elsa in the opposite corner.
And the hand hanging in front of her wiggles its fingers.
It’s still ridiculously warm when she grabs it. “Emma Swan.” “Killian Jones.”
Anna’s secret relationship becomes a real relationship no less than sixteen hours following what Elsa begins to call the Drink Incident.
And they become—
Baseball people.
Becoming baseball people is not bad. Not really. Emma likes the baseball team. She understands what WHIP is, now. Kristoff adores Anna, so that’s good. David, who does, in fact, have a last name, continues to be as nice as assumed, and his girlfriend sort of quasi adopts Emma. Mary Margaret Blanchard brims with positivity and an innate sort of joy that would usually annoy Emma, but most of that joy also serves as a direct counter to the snark that Killian Jones appears flush with. So, it’s something of a wash, really.
Plus, he’s a very sore Monopoly loser.
And Emma finds it endlessly entertaining.
“Stop that,” he grunts, glaring at the board with the sort of force Emma’s become accustomed to in the last few months, while she taps on the space in front of her, “I know how many spots it is.” Emma smiles. “So move, then.” “I’ll be bankrupt.” “Capitalism does that.” “Tell me more about capitalism, Swan.”
She doesn’t startle, so there’s that. Not much else, though. Not when a noticeable bit of equally familiar heat skitters down her spine. Her head tilts. His head remains frustratingly still, staring at the board like the spaces will change or Mary Margaret will tear down some of her hotels on Marvin Gardens.
Neither thing happens.
The heat pools. At the small of her back, inching dangerously close to that space between her hips, like it’s trying to tether her to this spot and this moment and its people. Baseball people. People who so clearly care about everything so much that even the cynic in Emma can appreciate it. Plus, they’re all ridiculously competitive.
David had to take a walk when Mary Margaret bankrupt him earlier.
“That’s about the extent of my capitalism knowledge,” Emma admits with a shrug, “I sucked at economics.” Pulling his gaze away from the board, Emma’s less prepared for the force behind Killian’s eyes than she was for the appearance of a nickname that might not warrant the title. It’s just her name, after all. But it sounds like more than that. Sinks under her skin with alarming ease, the precise tone of it wrapping its way around a variety of internal organs until they’re all beating at the same tempo and— “Move my piece for me.”
Kristoff groans. Mary Margaret chuckles. Elsa looks far too sure of herself. Knows everything, indeed.
And it’s not really a command, but there’s that same sense of something that found its way into the sound of Emma’s name and Killian’s voice, and he catches her by surprise. On a variety of levels. His fingers jump the moment hers reach out, all heat and an alarming size difference, his brows lifting when she turns her head.
“You’re taking this game way too seriously, you know,” Emma says. What she doesn’t say is more important, though. Because they’re not friends, really. They’re—acquaintances. Some kind of appropriate metaphor regarding a planet’s many moons and the tendency of those moons to orbit something far bigger than them. But they like each other, too. As much as they dance and twist, do their best to avoid getting hit in the batter’s box, Emma’s more comfortable bantering with him than just about anyone she’s ever met, a challenge in every conversation, and she’s rather loath to realize she’s memorized the different ways the blue in his eyes flash.
Now it feels a bit like a spotlight.
“Matter of pride, Swan.” “Is it just?” If there are other people laying on their stomachs in that living room, half-empty glasses by their hands and equipment stacked in various corners, Emma forgets about them. Quickly. Immediately. Killian doesn’t move his fingers.
He nods.
And Mary Marget only kind of gloats when she bankrupts him.
She dances when she wins, though.
It’s embarrassing. It’s absolutely, goddamn wonderful.
Realizing that baseball is a game of statistics ruins kind of Emma’s day. It makes Killian laugh. Her favorite sort of laugh. Where he throws his head back, an arm around his middle, and his shoulders shaking. Those same strands of hair she noticed that first night fall back toward lidded eyes, the corners of his mouth lifting in an angle Emma is sure she could determine if she just didn’t hate math so much, and it takes about four seconds, her head tilting back and forth twice and one swipe of her tongue to lean forward on the couch they're sharing, tilt her head up and press her lips to his.
Press is a vast understatement.
Crash, more like.
A bases-clearing double into the left-field gap.
She knows so many baseball terms now, it’s ridiculous.
It’s because she keeps going to games. With Anna. Without Anna. With Elsa. Without Elsa. With Mary Margaret every single time. And it creeps on so slowly, she’s practically a Jane Austen heroine, but then Emma finds she cares as much as everyone else. Screams herself hoarse at every crack of the bat. Jumps and fist bumps with startling regularity. Experiences the flutter of butterflies in her flip-prone stomach before ninth-inning rallies.
She memorizes statistics. Killian’s statistics, especially.
Because the Draft is a week away, and the nerves rolling off him are even more potent than his body wash. Bought in bulk from a locally-owned company, she learns.
Killian hates capitalism, too.
Which is only part of the reason she likes him, but right now all of the reason is centered around how it feels as if the world is shifting on its axis and what, precisely, he is capable of with his tongue. Quite a lot if this first time at bat is anything to believe.
Emma laughs.
Joy bubbles from the very center of her, pushing at the seam of her lips, and it’s not much of a seam when her mouth is open to accommodate tongue, but it’s enough of a sound that Killian pulls back. No glare. Definitely eyebrow movement, though.
“That’s not the best confidence boost, you know.” “I’m straddling you,” Emma counters, nodding toward the knees on either side of his, and she has no idea when her fingers found his hair. It’s very soft.
“How did that happen?” “What was that about confidence?”
Dropping his head, she gets a different sort of laugh, one that’s just as potent in its ability to settle into her bloodstream and the empty spaces around her heart, and sports have turned her into a sap. “I like you a lot,” Killian murmurs. Emma’s heart explodes. Metaphorically speaking.
“Good.” “Expand on that, for me.” She pinches his side, almost prepared for the way it leaves him bucking beneath her. Less prepared for the mutual groan it causes. Killian’s eyes widen. “I like you a lot,” Emma repeats, and his arms tighten, and her heart knits itself back together, and the second time through the kissing order is even better.
It starts, as with most things in Emma’s nearly-adult life, because Anna demands it.
“I just think it’ll be fun,” Anna says, not for the first time. And, not for the first time, she ignores the pointed look Emma and Elsa exchange. Elsa’s lips have all but disappeared behind her teeth “Think about it,” Anna continues, “we need something to do before the game, anyway. This way we’re—you know, staying active.” Emma’s eyebrows jump. Fly. Soar into her hairline where the level of her disbelief sits, all too aware of the ring hanging around her neck.
A Draft Day gift. As much as a family heirloom can be a gift. But Killian claimed it was good luck, his brother’s ring, because turns out that snark is at least a partial product of a wholly depressing childhood, and Emma supposes there’s something to be said for common ground. Understanding, too. Stories shared over weeks that turned to months that turned to years and seasons in the minors, and it absolutely figures Killian’s Major League debut is happening in Cincinnati. Where Kristoff plays.
It’s ridiculous how in love with him she is.
Killian. Not Kristoff.
Anna is still talking. “There’s nothing else to do in Cincinnati,” she reasons, which seems unfair to the city itself but not entirely untrue, and even the concept of chili on spaghetti grosses Emma out. “Also,” Anna adds, sounding as if she’s reached the final bullet point on her list of possible arguments, “I’ve got a Groupon deal for this place.”
Elsa blinks. “I didn’t realize Groupon was even still a thing.” “Surprise!”
Emma’s laugh isn’t entirely honest, but her sigh of acceptance is and—
Turns out she’s pretty good at it.
Goddamn fantastic, actually.
At rock climbing. Indoor rock climbing. Her feet push her up the wall with ease, the steady ache in her arms welcome and wonderful and a slew of other alliterative adjectives. That leave Killian grinning like a maniac, but it’s been a weird and equally wonderful day, without a hit, but two walks, so that ups the on-base, and Emma’s really, seriously in love with him.
“I don’t know what it was,” she says, preening just a bit under Killian’s stare. Hotel lighting casts shadows on his cheeks, slumped as he is against every pillow they could find. Even the ones in the closet. He’s not supposed to be in here for much longer, both of them aware of the team-ordained curfew hanging over them, but the pre-game nerves are long gone. Replaced instead with exhilaration and endorphins, the kind that could win Elle Woods a headline-making case. “But,” Emma continues, “I just kept moving, and the guy said it was, like, a course record. Is course the right word, you think?” Killian lifts a shoulder. Even as it’s covered in ice and tape. The play he made at third is going to show on loop. On TV. In Emma’s memory. She’s never yelled that loud before.
People took pictures.
And then she cried. Like a giant sap.
“This is your show, Swan,” Killian chuckles, pride infusing the words. As if she’s the one who deserves the pride today. It’s entirely possible she cried for multiple minutes after that play. They definitely showed that on the YES Network. Mary Margaret texted her no less than forty-seven times.
“I was really fast.” Killian hums, fingers fluttering enough to make it clear he wants her closer. Emma doesn’t argue. They’re a mess of limbs and mouths and that tongue thing they’ve collectively gotten better at giving and receiving over the years, hands that warm with the sort of confidence borne of repetition. Some joke about BP and finding your swing.
“Plus,” he says, a soft laugh at Emma’s noise of displeasure when talking means far less kissing, “becoming a rock climbing savant means more upper-body work, and you know how I love your arms.” Guffawing the way Emma does is not particularly romantic. Doesn’t matter. The sound comes, and the joy remains, a steady stream pumping through all her extremities and clouding her thoughts. In the best way possible. Before Killian, Emma didn’t know this could be that. Fun and easy, not quite simple, but something she’s willing to work for. Athletes are notoriously determined, after all.
Part of her wonders if a proclivity to rock climbing makes her an athlete, too.
“Please,” she says, laughter clinging to the letters even as she finds herself moved directly over Killian’s outstretched legs, “provide, in detail, everything you enjoy about my arms.” “I didn’t say enjoy.” “Were you misquoted, Jones?” His eyes flash. Glow, honestly. At her and because of her and athletes also know how to work their opponents. Goad them into making mistakes. Something about a pitcher’s duel and a battle in the box. Where the box is this bed. And Emma’s winning.
“I love your arms,” Killian says. Dragging his mouth against the column of her throat leaves goosebumps on Emma’s skin. Her back arches. His hand flattens. The compliments continue. Turn into promises. Guarantees. Of a future that’s spread out at their feet now, if only they reach for it.
Turns out Emma’s pretty good at reaching for things. When she wants them.
“This isn’t, like, free-scale, though, is it?”
Her heart cannot be expected to handle much more of this.
“Don’t worry,” Emma says, “all proper safety precautions were taken. Plus, I wouldn’t fall off the wall.”
Killian’s expression shutters. Not in any of that frustration Emma so clearly understood when his shirt was damp, and her shoes were unsalvagable despite his best efforts to get the school’s equipment manager to dry-clean them. No, it’s—it’s something big and important and unspoken, and Emma pulls his hand up. To rest directly over the rink that’s still tucked beneath her t-shirt.
His t-shirt.
It’s got his last number on it, at least.
“Would you catch me if I fell off the wall?” He doesn’t answer at first. Doesn’t mention the absurdity of a question that does not make sense, but those literal and metaphorical clock hands are ticking, and if they don’t replace his ice soon, they’re going to destroy these sheets. “Every single time, Swan.” “Right back at you.”
Killian doesn’t miss curfew, but it’s pretty close.
And Emma wakes up to twelve texts with links for indoor rock climbing gyms in the greater New York City area.
“Holy shit, this is hard.”
Grunting more than laughing, Emma’s fingers curl around the rock in front of her. Chalk cakes itself on the pads of those fingers, stuck beneath her nails and, somehow, the bend of her elbow. “Are you not an All-Star?” she asks, glancing at Killian.
“I do not see how that factors into this at all.”
“Huh, weird.” “Suspiciously sounds like an accusation.” “Weird,” Emma repeats. They’re halfway up a wall only one of them is really supposed to be on, but the other person several feet below them is faring far worse than the pair of them combined, so, that takes precedence in her mind. “He knows a lot more curse words than I realized.” “He’s showing off,” Killian grumbles, forehead resting against the wall.
Will Scarlet hasn’t moved in five minutes. Possibly six. Maybe a round ten. He's much better at second base.
“I cannot feel my arms,” he calls, and Emma’s laugh is better that time. Purer, somehow. As if happiness can actually have a sound. Even happiness that comes with sweat on her temple and a noticeable ache in her triceps and she sort of loves this.
Sort of is a vast understatement.
“Showing off, huh?” Emma asks. She finds her next footfall with ease, happiness blooming into confidence that’s become nearly consistent these days and weeks and years. It does not take her long to feel the stare that’s lingering on her. On her ass, specifically.
She glances over her shoulder. To find her fiancé smiling at her. And staring at her ass.
“Can I help you, love?” “Whatcha doing?” “Ogling you, obviously.” “Forearms feeling good?” He nods. Sort of. There’s a distinct slope to the back of his neck and more sweat on his brown than Emma’s. Not as much as Scarlet’s, probably. “Fantastic,” Killian drawls, “keep going, Swan, someone’s got to show us how to do it.” “Try not to fall off the wall, huh? Last thing we need is the might of the Yankees front office coming after us.” “I don’t think I can move my hands,” Will shouts. Killian doesn’t move. It’s impressive forearm strength. Blushing on the wall is not usually how Emma’s days go.
“I’ll see what I can do,” Killian promises, and Emma moves. He follows her. Up the wall and to the top, a quick brush of his lips against her shoulder that leaves Scarlet cursing even more, despite his presence on the floor, but then there’s lemon-flavored water and exceptionally soft towels and Emma’s caught a bit off guard by the question.
“Are there leagues for this?” Will asks. “Because you should probably be winning things for this.” Emma blinks. Considers. Wonders. Turns to Killian.
He’s still smiling. Broadly, in fact.
“We could look.” They do. They fill out paperwork. Buy fancy climbing shoes that Emma claims cost too much, but Killian’s a pushover and even more stubborn and she wins the first race she signs up for.
Plus, ten more after that.
Emma climbs indoor rock walls. Killian hits home runs. Occasionally they do these things simultaneously, and it usually leads to her nearly falling off the wall because everyone in her Tribeca gym knows what it means when WFAN is playing on the speakers.
Sometimes they shout out John Sterling’s home run call with him.
She gets better. He gets better.
They do end up destroying sheets in various hotels across the country. For various reasons. Not all of them post-game or ice related. There are games and events. Wins and losses. Back page spreads that Emma frames and hangs on their apartment walls, right next to other, smaller frames, with the same smiling faces who, once upon a time, called a sticky-floored baseball house home, and Killian’s fingers are warm in hers when the tears prick her eyes at Anna and Kristoff’s wedding.
There are stories. Think pieces and hot takes on a variety of drive-time radio shows. Those are all about Killian, though. He’s the athlete. The true one, some stories say. It’s impressive what Emma does, they admit, but it’s a hobby, and she’s got a grown-up career, anyway. So, she’s got more climbing records than she knew ever existed, but she’s not doing it for press, and both Mary Margaret and Anna weep at her and Killian’s wedding.
She wears her ring on a chain next to her other one when she climbs.
Every time Killian notices them hanging there, Emma swears, his eyes brighten. It’s her favorite thing in the whole, goddamn world.
“What is this?” He doesn’t answer. Just holds the sheet of paper he must have printed out in the clubhouse because they certainly don’t have a printer at home, and one of the edges is bent. Like he had to fit it in his back pocket.
“Going the stoic route, huh?” Emma quips, but there’s a noticeable hitch in her pulse. One that’s been there for weeks. Since the rumblings started, and the rumors began, whispers of possibility, and first-ever has a very nice ring to it. One side of Killian’s mouth tugs up. “Oh, that’s not fair.” “I’d like the record to show, that the only reason I didn’t know immediately was because I was in the trainer’s room, so—” “What were you in the trainer’s room for?” Killian ignores her. Well, sort of. His eyes shift, and his gaze holds, and Emma knows. Right down in the marrow of her. What the paper is and how Scarlet is the one who printed it out, but she’s even more confident Killian carried it home, and that does something funny to her entire worldview. Widens it and minimizes it at the same time, focusing on this and them and the possibility that creates.
In an athletic sort of way.
“My shoulder’s kind of sore.” Emma scoffs. “Oh, that’s pointed.” “I’m sure your shoulders are fine. Golden, even.’ “This is not your best work, you know that?” “Look at the paper.” “Did you fold it yourself?” “And then took a car back home. You really didn’t see yet?” Emma shakes her head. He knows the answer, too. He’s the one with the Google alert, after all. Because she’s still a bit of a pessimist at heart and an adult with a real job, and this is too much and abjectly terrifying, and the last thing she expects is for Killian to crouch in front of her.
One of his knees cracks.
“Don’t,” he warns, even as Emma does her best to swallow her laugh. Warm hands land on her thighs, a quiet steadiness that helps the state of her pulse and makes the possibility of the unknown a little less overwhelming. The lines crossing the center of the paper are absurdly straight. “You’re going to go.” “Oh, that sounded like a decree.” “A suggestion.” “A strong one.” “Mmhm, with the utmost confidence.” Emma makes an impressive sound. “Who’s doing your media training? What an impressive vocabulary you’ve got on you.” “Ready and willing to use it in a persuasive manner.” “Keep talking like that, and you won’t have to.” The smirk disappears. Evolves into a grin that is only Emma’s and only appears in moments like this, support clinging to air molecules and the ends of hair that constantly seems determined to fall into Killian’s eyes. “Passed, huh? All cool with the IOC.” “Decidedly cool. Officially an Olympic sport, now. Although the name could use some work. Sport climbing lacks a little oomph, don’t you think?”
“What would you call it?” “Emma Swan wins Olympic gold.” “Kinda wordy.” “Prophetic,” Killian corrects, hands shifting and pulling, and Emma has to widen her legs. His head’s at a very good kissing angle. “You’ve already got the qualifying numbers.” “You looked at the qualifying numbers?” “Don’t insult me like that. What do you think I did in the backseat?” “Planned the entire 2020 Olympics, apparently.” “Not the entire Olympics,” Killian counters, "just the part involving you. And maybe my individual expectations regarding the United States baseball team, but that’s another conversation altogether.”
“Naturally.”
“You’re using that voice.”
Widening her eyes does nothing. Emma didn’t expect it to. Not after years and games and events because rock climbing has events, and one time Mary Margaret made her a sign. Killian held it. He’s taller, that’s why.
“Don’t,” Killian repeats, “this is happening.” “Yuh-huh?” “You heard me. It’s your turn, now.” Melting is an impossibility. Like, for a human. Even so. Emma feels like she’s melting. Some of that pessimism evaporating under the warmth of Killian’s gaze and his hands and the determination in the precise angle of his chin. Same one he uses when he steps into the box with runners in scoring position.
Lumping herself into that group isn’t as insulting as Emma once believed it would be.
“God,” Emma groans, “that’s romantic.” “You’re really selling it, love.”
“This is supposed to be a hobby.” “One you’re exceedingly good it. World record good at it.” “I like you.” “That’s my end game, yeah.” She laughs. Smiles. Continues melting. Which is easier once they get rid of their clothing, and their bed is way more comfortable than any hotel they’ve encountered. And she falls asleep with Killian’s lips against her ear, Emma Swan, Olympic gold medalist whispered on loop like it’s a mantra he’s been practicing.
They postpone the Olympics.
It sucks. Everything sucks. Baseball sucks. Gyms are closed. Emma gets creative, and Killian gets research-prone. They build a makeshift wall. She tosses him BP.
People write stories about it.
It doesn’t help.
Until—
Time passes. Some things change. Others don’t. Their wall stands up to the elements of their building’s courtyard, and Killian’s hitting better than ever this season, a victory Emma’s going to claim as at least partially hers. And then the Olympics are back, and it’s qualifying and racing and a record that’s just out of reach, but she’s good enough even without it, and, this time, she’s the one packing a suitcase.
He kisses her.
Does the tongue thing.
Holds onto her like he’s only a little afraid she’s going to fall off the wall, but now the wall is international competition, and Emma’s freaking out a little.
“I love you,” she says into the crook of his neck.
His arms tighten. “I love you too.” “Gold medal?” “Gold medal.” “Hit some home runs while I’m gone, huh?” Lips graze her temple. Her forehead. The bridge of her nose. Emma might be crying, and Mary Margaret’s definitely recording, a small mob of red white, and blue surrounding them. “I’ll see what I can do,” Killian promises.
“Good.”
He hits three before her first qualifying round. So, Emma takes that as a challenge. She’s an athlete now.
It’s why, she figures, her fingers don’t slip on her first run.
Her feet are sure. Her breathing is steady. There’s no one cheering her name, but she’s long since memorized the exact way Killian’s voice lifts above a crowd. How he pushes up on his toes to watch, as if standing up taller makes sure he’s closer to her. Should she need him when she falls off the wall. Only, Emma doesn’t fall, and she’s got no intention of ever falling and—
Her laugh shudders out of her in a watery sort of way that makes the journalist still standing in front of her flinch ever so slightly. Twitter makes sure the video starts playing again as soon as it finishes, which is somehow the best and worst thing that has ever happened to her. Best because, well, Emma’s honestly not sure she’s ever seen her husband like this.
Worst because she’s very nearly goddamn crying. Again.
Bobbing on the balls of his feet in front of his locker, whoever’s recording the video — it’s Scarlet, obviously — is practically frenzied behind the camera, barely able to contain their laughter. Killian doesn’t notice. He’s holding his own phone, all five of his free fingers firmly entrenched in the back of his hair. It’s gotten softer with age, Emma thinks.
She can’t stop watching him.
Every inhale is a clear struggle, the bobbing turning into pacing and quiet mumbling she can hear perfectly. As if she’s standing right in front of him.
Or at least slightly to the side. So as not to stand on the logo in the middle of the clubhouse.
Athletes are notoriously superstitious, too.
“C’mon, c’mon, c’mon,” Killian chants, another noticeable snicker from Scarlet, “right there, right there, and pull, pull—Swan, pull up!”
“I did pull up there,” Emma mumbles. To the reporter, maybe. Or the world. Possibly her husband. Who was definitely more nervous about the first run than her.
God, that’s romantic.
Killian’s still talking. Shouting, more like. It’s a miracle Scarlet hasn’t fallen over yet.
“Faster, faster, you can go faster than that, Swan—” Emma clicks her tongue. “That’s kind of insulting.”
There’s an appropriate titter of laughter from the peanut gallery, which is a joke she was not trying to make, but she’s also dangerously close to swooning in the middle of press and she should have asked the Yankees for media training. Someone would have made sure she didn’t make a total ass of herself.
“Show me the time,” Killian yells, another demand that isn’t that. It’s too wobbly a string of words to hold any real power, just the supportive sort of desperation Emma’s felt in a variety of ninth innings and series-clinching moments. “Faster! Faster!” “Talking to the time or the judges or your wife?” Scarlet asks.
Killian nearly snarls.
Emma blinks. Hyperactively. Crying is not usually her shtick. More camera flashes...flash, Emma barely noticing them with her eyes glued to a phone screen that isn’t hers because she at least knows not to bring her phone to a press conference, and she can only imagine how many text messages she’s gotten.
Even on the other side of the world.
They post the times.
She knows because Killian gets some rather impressive height on his celebratory vertical. Fingers abandoning his hair, his fist pumps the air, and Scarlet’s not laughing so much as he’s whooping, a steady stream of yeah, yeah, yeah in the background. And for about half a breath, Emma’s worried Killian may turn one of his ankles on his landing, but he’d think that was insulting, and she’s really just full-on swooning now.
“How many people have seen this?’ she asks the reporter, already knowing the answer.
The reporter smiles anyway. Emma should learn her name.
“Pretty much the whole world.” When Emma was a kid — the sort of kid who believed alone was better, and there was strength in singularity, that would have terrified her. Bowled her over, really. Left her running without looking back, desperate to shed any sort of notoriety because notoriety meant attention, and attention meant inevitable disappointment.
Maybe that’s why she was never much of a sports person.
Sports disappoint you. They build you up and let you down, a sharp and sudden fall without a safety net. But sometimes. Sometimes, every so often, something wonderful happens. Sports lift you. Right up an indoor wall. Because, she knows, sports’ power comes from belief, from surrendering yourself to something bigger and better, and she’s back on that alliterative kick, but the tears are barely clinging to her eyelashes now and Emma herself is bigger and better, now.
In an international, decidedly romantic sort of way.
The video’s playing away.
“Let’s go,” Killian cries, and there it is. Her sound and their sound, cheering across an ocean and time zones that are still kind of messing with her sleep schedule.
Emma’s smile stretches.
“Let’s go,” she repeats.
It ends, as with most things in Emma’s gold-medal-winning life, because Anna plans it.
Stepping out of the terminal, it takes less than a full breath for the cheers to start. For the banners to lift and the tears to flow, a small platoon of support covered in the sort of patriotic gear they definitely got from the Old Navy in Herald Square.
Flashes burst behind Emma’s eyelids because she’s got to blink or she’ll definitely fall over. Her legs wobble beneath her, contending against a wave of triumph and jubilation, which is sort of the same word, but they’ve got a game at the Stadium tonight, so she doesn’t expect, she just hopes and reaches, and he has to twist around both Anna and Mary Margaret.
It’s wonderfully cyclical.
As is the way Emma slams herself against him. On purpose, this time. Killian’s arms tighten, more cheers and shouts, and people a few feet away start chanting USA over and over. Emma barely hears them. Her feet aren’t touching the ground, so she’s kind of preoccupied.
They’re all arms and mouths, and her legs wrapped securely around a body that probably shouldn’t be supporting hers when she knows he slid into second two nights ago, but Killian clearly has no intention of letting her down, and the medal around her neck bumps against her rings.
“You’re a very good cheerleader; you know that?” He hisses. In what, Emma can’t imagine. Embarrassment, if the red tips of his ears are anything to go by, and she’s got ideas as to why that is and how long the conversation about social media with Scarlet went, so Emma does the only reasonable thing.
She slams her lips against her home-run hitting husband’s, doing her best to make sure the gold medal doesn’t mistakenly impale either one of them, and the world tilts again. With victory and sports-based support and the sort of love that comes from believing in something bigger.
And better than Emma could have ever imagined.
“I didn’t want to steal your thunder.”
“Please,” Emma scoffs, “don’t insult me like that. Plus, I’m claiming every one of those home runs as my own, so comparatively—” He kisses her before she can say anything else.
That’s for the best, probably.
“Your arms looked ridiculously good the whole time.”
Her laugh doesn’t even sound like her when Emma hears it played back — another video that someone tells her goes viral, only she doesn’t care about hits or site traffic, just about the particular shade of blue in Killian’s eyes, and she wears her medal to the game that night.
Because they’re a sports power couple, now.
Or so the New York Post back page claims the next day.
Emma frames it.
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iamanartichoke · 3 years
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I have been thinking that I should refrain from commenting or meta-ing or whatever on the show until it has finished airing and I can land firmly on one side or the other, but -
a cursory skim through my dash (I'm catching up after being offline for most of the weekend) has reminded me that this is impossible bc I have a feeling that, even after it has finished airing, I still won't end up firmly on either side.
This show is an incredible example of an imperfect yet enjoyable piece of media (to ME). There is a LOT that I am enjoying about it. Some of the ways Loki is ooc to me are okay with me, bc either they remind me of a fic depiction or I can make sense of why he might be behaving that way. Other ways Loki is ooc to me are less okay with me, bc I just can't suspend my disbelief enough to be convinced that there's any universe or set of circumstances that would prompt Loki to act this way or that way. The ooc parts that make him seem incompetent or nerfy - those are the elements that I am NOT enjoying about the show, and I don't mind saying so.
And there is a lot that I am enjoying that has nothing to do with Loki being ooc or not. I like the new setting he's in. I like being able to see him as the protagonist. I like all of the microexpressions and camera angles and other cinematic choices that focus on HIM; we get these things now that he's the protagonist. I like his HAIR. I like his snarkiness and even his mania, to an extent. I like seeing what he's like with other people when he's not around Thor. I like that I don't miss Thor or feel Thor's absence on-screen, and I thought I would. But Loki is more than capable of carrying the narrative by himself.
I really like this show, but I also have criticisms about it. And I think my issue ends up being that I don't want to end up "eating my words" if I say I like something, or don't like something, and change my mind later. But why would I need to feel this way? Changing one's mind is fine. But I honestly feel like it's this fandom's tendency to be so black and white, all or nothing, either you love it or you hate it, that it's like - I feel like I'm being wishy-washy or inconsistent or doing something *wrong* if I say hey, I really enjoy this, only to go back on it later, or vice versa. And, like, that's such an unhealthy (not to mention boring and frustrating) way to engage in fandom.
Personally, I think that Loki's characterization is going to have a tonal shift in the last three episodes. I feel like Sylvie calling him out on not taking anything seriously is significant. She's known him for a day, at best, and even she is like, why tf are you acting like this? It's strange and off, and I think that it'll change.
But even if it doesn't, and Loki is just Like This now - okay, fine, I can live with it. Many people can't, and that's fine too, but like - my point is, I think that I am always going to be in the "I like this but there's a lot wrong with it" camp when it comes to this show as a part of the canon narrative, and I refuse to apologize for that, or try to keep my opinions or metas to myself, or what have you.
So I'm just gonna keep on keeping on, and if you followed me for one or the other (negativity or positivity) specifically, then you may want to re-evaluate on if my blog is for you or not.
Just my current $0.02 on this whole fandom environment right now.
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trainsinanime · 3 years
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Sentimonster Adrien
There’s a lot of talk about that right now and I don’t know why (I haven’t seen Megaleech yet and the few GIFs I’ve seen don’t hint in that direction for me). Personally, I don’t like that theory. Not so much because it’s implausible (so are garbage rockets yet they’re canon) or obviously never going to happen (neither is Adrigaminette yet I won’t stop shipping that), but I just think it doesn’t work thematically and makes the story weaker overall.
I know others have made that point before and argue about Adrien’s autonomy and human status, but I don’t think that’s really the most relevant point; Adrien has literally never been human (being a fictional character and all) and yet we still can relate to him.
For me the issue is more deeper than that. As a general rule, in Miraculous Ladybug, conflict and drama derives strictly from normal human things. The supernatural side of the show empowers humans for good or evil and generates CGI fight sequences, but in the end, they’re still fighting for very human things.
Gabriel is using emotional manipulation because he wants power and influence. Marinette and Adrien want to help people and don’t like bullies. Ladybug and Chat Noir have their ups and downs, but they’re based on trust, loyalty, lies, fear and love and so on.
Note also how Kwamis have only very limited agency. They’re here to be sounding boards for our heroes, and sometimes friends who are a good or bad influence, but they don’t really do a lot of magic outside the superhero things. Similar things go for Markov, whose conflict is not really about being a robot - Hawkmoth immediately declares that Markov is human enough, and that’s that. His conflict is about being kept from his friend.
In this show, nobody is a tortured soul because they’re a vampire. None of them have seen things beyond the imagining of humankind. All of their problems are fundamentally real and relatable.
The only huge exception to this is the secrecy rule (and the associated memory loss for Fu, but he doesn’t really matter that much except that he leaves Marinette behind). That is clearly a key conceit of the show, and even that is a rule humans made up.
 So if a main character is a sentimonster, that throws this out of the window. Suddenly a huge part of the drama of the show is because one of them is a magical alien who must follow magical alien rules. It’s no longer a story about normal teenagers dealing with exaggerated versions of normal teenage problems, but one about its own magical conflicts. That doesn’t have to be a bad thing; as @hamsternamedmarinette keeps pointing out, the theory fits in well within the world of Buffy, an overall very good show that definitely does have structural similarities to Miraculous Ladybug. But Buffy has always had drama caused solely by the supernatural side of things, right from the start, and in general is way more metaphorical about what it wants to say.
For Miraculous Ladybug, Sentimonster Adrien is just a really weird tonal shift that doesn’t fit in my opinion.
That doesn’t mean anybody who enjoys it needs to stop that, of course not. I just felt like screaming about it into the void, and well, you chose to follow this blog, that’s on you.
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hey! Me and my 2 friends are working our way through Rawhide (and rating each ep on an Its Them Boys scale [meaning rowdy & favor, but also other good banter w the gang] lol) and we're in season 2. I think I've read in the tags of some of your posts mentions that things change after season 4? I don't think we'll watch season 7 or 8 because we're only in it for the good times, but I'm curious about 4, 5, and 6... what do you think of them?
Hi! I’m glad you’re enjoying the show! It’s surprisingly fun sometimes, right? And yeah, I’ve complained about a lot of it here, but I might be more sensitive to things like characters not being as nice or close as I imagine them to be than other viewers might be, hard to say. It’s been a while now since I was watching it, and I ended up sort of skimming, choosing episodes based on summaries or old reviews on an old rawhide fan forum. I think some other folks here have maybe seen more, or might have opinions on this? @chevvyyates @clinteastwood-blog@anintelligentoctopus @tommyoliverr @uhrich @mcicioni-blog uhh anyone else from the fandom the past few years, please feel free to chime in.
At the very least, there are some great scenes still in seasons 4, 5, 6, and 7. Some moving, some silly. And some later episodes I think are petty solid. (The opening of season 4 is probably one of my favorites, I think—although it’s a sad one, on the whole.) I think there’s a list of Least Favorite Episodes from me and a few people somewhere which could help you avoid the worst stuff. But I recall some of them being in season 2 even, so. The whole thing is really a mixed bag.
There are some tonal changes that might feel weird if you just jump from an early season ep to a later season ep, and the show really doesn’t do well with continuity, but might not feel so strange if you just watch your way through. Some things are fun in a different way, but not necessarily worse. Favor’s mannerisms and voice really change, but later seasons Favor is kind of fun in his own way, you know?
Season 8 is VERY different and a lot of people refuse to watch it because Mr. Favor is gone (and Mushy, and Joe, and Pete, and Jesus, etc). I enjoyed the new characters though (especially Jed and Simon) and liked seeing trail boss Dowdy. Plus my friend Mirna’s written some great fic set during/post season 8, so that was a really nice supplement that totally made it worth it for me.
Sorry this probably isn’t very helpful! I think my answer is basically: as long as you’re interested, keep watching, just brace yourself for some bad episodes, out of character moments/plots, tonal shifts, and general unevenness.
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What Went Wrong With Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles II: The Secret of the Ooze?
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The story of how Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles went from underground comic book to the highest grossing independent film of all time is the stuff of Hollywood legend. But ask producer Tom Gray about the sequel, Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles II: The Secret of the Ooze, and you are likely to hear an altogether different tale. One of a frantically rushed production, censorship backlash and a change of director and direction. Actors were replaced, there were clashes with the comic book creators and a series of strange and unusual characters were added to the mix – including Vanilla Ice.  
Gray was head of production at Golden Harvest, the Hong Kong studio behind martial arts classics like Bruce Lee’s Enter the Dragon, when comedian-turned screenwriter Bobby Herbeck first approached him about a live-action film adaptation of Kevin Eastman and Peter Laird’s cult comics.  
It’s fair to say he took some convincing.  
“I hated the idea. I thought it was stupid,” Gray tells Den of Geek. Undeterred, Herbeck pestered Gray for months until the Golden Harvest chief had a sudden change of heart.   
“I had an epiphany and thought we could just put stunt guys in turtle suits and make all our money in Japan. That was why I was interested; making it low budget. It escalated when Steve Barron came onboard.”   
Barron had made his name with groundbreaking music videos for Michael Jackson’s “Billie Jean” and A-Ha’s “Take on Me” and sold Gray and TMNT creators Eastman and Laird on his vision for the movie.   
More importantly, he enlisted the late Jim Henson and his legendary Creature Shop to bring the Turtles to life using state-of-the-art animatronics, which came at no small expense.   
Even so, Gray found the project was a hard sell when it came to finding a major studio willing to distribute the movie.   
“George Lucas’s Howard the Duck had just come out and bombed,” he recalls. “When I went around people would say ‘oh no I’m not going to put my name on the next Howard the Duck. Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, how absurd.’ Nobody wanted to step up in the major studios.”   
Undaunted by the mass rejection (“Hollywood is always the last to know”) Gray eventually secured a deal with New Line Cinema, then best known for A Nightmare on Elm Street. 
The rest, as they say, is history.  
That first Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles movie came from nowhere in the spring of 1990 to make an astonishing $135 million, becoming a cultural phenomenon in the process. A sequel was inevitable but the results were anything but.   
“It was rushed,” Gray says when asked for his overriding feelings about Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles II: The Secret of the Ooze.  “Once the first film opened, we figured we had to get another one out as quickly as possible because this whole thing could fade away very quickly if we didn’t come back.”   
Incredibly, a release date for the sequel was set for almost exactly a year on from the original. That seems crazy to think now, in the era where the Marvel Cinematic Universe is carefully plotted out years in advance, but this was 1990 and New Line Cinema. At this point the production company which was working on its sixth Nightmare on Elm Street Movie in the space of just seven years. The quality of those films had varied wildly but one thing had remained consistent: the quick turnaround.  
“New Line wanted it out on pretty much the same date, maybe a week earlier in fact. So, we rushed into the production, got a script together. The overarching thing was speed. We had to get it out,” Gray remembers. “I think that’s probably the reason why it doesn’t top many people’s list of the best Turtles movies.”   
A Change in Tone
One of the first challenges facing Gray was a tonal one. While the first TMNT film had garnered praise for maintaining the dark and dangerous feel of the original comics, not everyone was happy.   
“We started getting some pressure from parental groups. They felt it was a little too dark and a little too frightening for children,” Gray says.  
In the US, there were reports of Turtles toys and merchandise being banned in schools over worries they encouraged aggressive behavior in kids. In the UK, the characters were even rebranded the Teenage Mutant Hero Turtles amid concern among censors that the word “ninja” promoted violence. Michelangelo’s nunchucks were also banned. It wasn’t just the censors who expressed concern either.   
“The toy company was also telling us that maybe we shouldn’t be too dark,” Gray said. “And then, of course, then there was Jim Henson himself, who died while we were making the first film. His whole thing from the beginning was that he didn’t want to make a really dark film. Steve [Barron] was able to convince him it was the way to go even though it was different from the Muppets and everything he had done before. They had a great relationship. Jim trusted Steve.”   
The decision was made to approach the material with a lighter tone, with Todd Langen’s original script undergoing a major rewrite to address the change. Despite the change Gray insists an attempt was made to retain some of the darker elements.   
“We tried to get somewhere in between but probably didn’t succeed.”   
Ultimately, however, the looming deadline left little room for nuance.    
“If you sit down and think about this thing too much, you’re never going to get underway,” he reasons.
A New Director  
In another notable shift that fans have questioned down the years, Barron did not return for the sequel.  
The Irish filmmaker told Flickering Myth that the shift in sensibilities was the deciding factor.   
“[It was] lighter, and all the instructions that had gone on from the first film were coming from the producers about keeping the color and lightness and getting away from the dark edge in number two,” he said. “For me it was poppy, and that wasn’t my sensibility.” 
Gray tells Den of Geek Barron didn’t come back “for reasons that I won’t go into” but during the interview paints a picture of difficulties during their work together on the first film.   
“I fought with the crew every single day but they did a hell of a job. Budgets were not adhered to but I’ve always given them credit because of their vision,” Gray says.   
The producer also revealed that the first film was re-edited from Barron’s original version after his bosses were left unhappy with the director’s cut.  
“The studio did edit the film in the end to come up with a different version.  It was felt it was cut so you didn’t get to see the roundhouse kicks and fighting which was the hallmark of Golden Harvest. When the bosses saw it in Hong Kong, they complained that they couldn’t tell what the turtles were doing. They wanted to see these guys kicking and fighting. Steve’s style was good but we wanted another look.”   
Despite Gray’s diplomatic tone, it’s not difficult to imagine such developments might have created tension. In Barron’s place came American filmmaker Michael Pressman, who Gray knew from his days at United Artists.    
“What I liked about Michael was that he was a disciplined director. Having gone through the problems with the first picture I wanted someone who shot fast and stayed on budget. That was my main motivation,” the producer says.    
A capable director who has gone on to enjoy a long and varied career in television, little of the blame for Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles 2’s failing can fall at Pressman’s feet though it’s undeniable that some of the creative spark of the first film was lost with Barron’s exit.   
So was much of the original’s violence, with the Turtles rarely shown using their weapons in the finished film while the action set pieces were also significantly watered down.  
Eastman and Laird
Despite the criticism levelled at the sequel for failing to retain the tone of the comics, all of what went into the movie was greenlit by the TMNT creators. Part of the deal inked by Peter Laird and Kevin Eastman saw them retain final approval on anything in the film. But that created other issues both at script and production level, as Gray recalls.  
“Kevin was certainly more malleable with going along with things because of the budget but Peter was very difficult to get things by because he would say ‘Oh, well Michelangelo would never say that’. So, it was very hard from the point of view of the writer trying to figure it all out.”   
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With Barron no longer around to mediate and sell them on the plans and with time ticking on, the pair’s reluctance to sign off on ideas led to increased tensions.  
“We argued a little bit,” Gray says. “These things are never sweet or nice. It gets down to what we can do and, in the time provided. It’s about compromise. In the end they approved Langren’s changed script.  Maybe it was reluctantly but we weren’t going to meet the demand and get this out if they kept changing things.”   
Tokka and Rahzar
One of the most noted criticisms of Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles 2 concerned the decision to introduce two new sidekicks alongside returning villain Shredder, rather than draw on the wild array of mutant animals that had featured in the comics and TV series. 
Many fans had expected to see Bebop and Rocksteady, the mutant warthog and rhinoceros supervillains made famous in the cartoon, feature. However, that cartoon outing proved both a blessing and a curse. 
“I didn’t want them in any of the movies,” Laird later revealed on his personal blog. “It’s not so much that I disliked the characters so intensely, but more that I found their constant one-note shtick in the first animated series to be extremely annoying and silly to the point of being stupid.”  
Gray’s version of events differs slightly.   
“We wanted new villains because we would get a piece of the royalty, which we didn’t have with the first movie. We figured if we created something they didn’t come up with we would get a piece of the pie. It was a business decision.”   
Together with the creatives at Henson’s Creature Shop, they “threw together” Tokka and Rahzar, a mutant Alligator Snapping Turtle and wolf respectively, based on pretty much whatever was available. 
“Those things were basically the Henson Creature Shop’s ideas, because they had to figure out, technically, what they could do, how big they were going to be and how they could move,” Gray says. “They had to design all this stuff, put someone in the suit and then wire them up or get the animatronics going to make it work. So, we just went to them and said we need a couple of villains.” 
Indeed, the resulting animatronics proved less complex and less compelling than the heroes in a half shell – and it showed on screen.   
“They were just big models,” Gray admits. “We cut corners, there’s no question about it.”   
Sweaty and Claustrophobic
Meanwhile, the turtle suits themselves had undergone little in the way of upgrades since the first film, when the actors playing the four leads experienced any number of issues. Not the least of which being the claustrophobia and sweating that comes with wearing up to 70lbs worth of turtle suit.  
The animatronics also, despite being state-of-the-art, continued to suffer their fair share of glitches.  
“We knew what the difficulties were and they were unbelievable,” Gray says. “There were days when we couldn’t even get these things set up.  We were filming right near the Wilmington Airport. We set up a shot and when it came time for action the Turtles would not speak. We realized they were on the same frequency as the airport.”    
Gray blames the lack of a major upgrade, in part, on the lack of additional budget.    
“The budget didn’t exponentially go through the roof, because of the speed,” he explains. “I have read things saying it was $20 million. It wasn’t, it was $16.5 million.”  
A New April O’Neil
Away from the animatronic issues, the human cast of Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles 2 proved a mixed bag.  Corey Feldman didn’t return to voice Donatello after pleading no contest to a drug possession charge while, more notably still, Judith Hoag was replaced by Paige Turco as April O’Neil.  
Hoag later told Variety she was never approached about the sequel, claiming her omission was a result of the fact she complained about the level of violence in the first movie and the six-days-a-week shooting schedule.  
“Everybody was beating everybody up,” Hoag said. “I thought the movie suffered because of that. It was something I spoke to the producers about, I think they thought I was too demanding, and moved on.” 
Not that Gray felt the production suffered as a result of either changes.  
“No, not at all,” he says. “Certainly not with Corey Feldman because it’s a voice. Remember when you play that movie around the world it will be in 40 or 50 different languages and subtitled anyway. It makes no difference and nobody overseas even knew Corey Feldman was doing a voice…With Judith, we thought it might be of concern but then again it’s all about the Turtles. People aren’t showing up for Judith – though she did a fabulous job – it was really all about the Turtles.”   
Elias Koteas also failed to return as the ice hockey stick-wielding vigilante and ally Casey Jones – though that was more down to the film’s shift away from adult themes and one of the more violent human characters.   
“Casey was discussed but the reason he dropped out – and I don’t think this was a major issue – was the direction we wanted to take the film,” Gray says. “We wanted to go lighter. That was part of cleaning up the act.”   
In his place came Ernie Reyes Jr, a rising martial arts star who had served as a stuntman on the first film and was introduced as Keno, a pizza delivery boy who befriends the turtles. It was a stark departure from Koteas’s character but, once again, it was one Gray says came with the backing of the TMNT hierarchy.   
“If Peter and Kevin had wanted Elias back, he would have been back. So, either we were able to convince them that we wanted to go with Ernie and they went along with it.”   
Vanilla Ice
Quite how they were convinced to include rapper Vanilla Ice in the proceedings is anyone’s guess, with the rapper turning up in a mid-film nightclub scene to perform new single “Ninja Rap.” His cameo continues to delight and horrify fans to this day. Few will be surprised by the commercially-minded circumstances that led to his appearance.   
“SBK the record label producing the soundtrack album said ‘You gotta have Vanilla Ice in this, he’s hot’ so we put him in…We had a good album out of it. Sometimes you don’t make the movie for the reason of art you make it because the thing could go away in a heartbeat. I’ve always been fairly honest and upfront about our motives. It is a business.”     
While others might disagree, Gray stands by the inclusion of Vanilla Ice in the film.  
“He actually did a very good job. He’s a very cool operative and he loved doing it.”   
Shredder or Krang?   
Looking back on the sequel, as much as anything, the most disappointing aspect was the decision to resurrect Shredder rather than explore different villains in the way other comic book franchises have.  
While Shredder has always been the main antagonist, as with Bebop and Rocksteady, there remained a plethora of colorful villain characters that could have been plucked from the pages of the original comic or the animated series. But the decision to stick with Shredder was not one takem lightly by anyone, and others were discussed.  
“We went through the whole catalogue of villains and certainly Krang and all these other characters were in play,” Gray says. “We thought of them but we stayed with what works and that’s what you do in these situations. Don’t try and get too clever.”   
As much as anything he blames the Hollywood system and a refusal to take risks. New Line too, would have no doubt been happy to press ahead with a Shredder-oriented sequel, seeing him as the TMNT’s very own Freddy Kreuger of sorts.  
“Nobody trusts their instincts,” Gray says. “You go with what worked before and try to modify it a little bit. If it works [and the plethora of Freddy sequels suggests it did] then you are justified in using the same thing over and over again.”  
Once again though the decision to stick with Shredder and avoid the kind of time and expense required to create something like Krang, a brain-shaped alien carried around in the waist of a robot man, was influenced by that release date.  
Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles II: The Secret of the Ooze opened in theaters on March 22, 1991, less than a year on from the original. It went on to make over $78 million to become the second most successful independent film of all time.   
Despite turning a profit, the film garnered mixed reviews and left Gray and others disappointed.  
“It didn’t deliver on what we had hoped because there was this race against time to get it out one year after the first one. When you do that, you really have to compromise.”  
Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles III 
After the rush to make a second film, it was decided that they would take more time over the third one.  
But anyone hoping for a return to form was left disappointed by the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles III: Turtles in TIme, which saw the gang head to 17th century Japan.  
“With number three, we were aiming something at the Japanese market, which was the number one market for foreign films,” Gray explains. “That’s why we had the time travel storyline with the samurais. That was definitely one of the motivations.”  
There was just one problem though.  
“We hoped it would get the film released in Japan. To this day, it has not been released in Japan.”  
Though Gray returned to produce an animated fourth film in the 2000s box office returns diminished with every film. By the time Michael Bay got involved in the franchise, Gray was long gone. He now considers himself “out of the turtle game” with this being one of the last interviews on the subject. But despite the highs and lows endured on the second film, Gray remains proud of what was achieved. 
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“These movies were made by committee. It’s amazing they turned out so well.”  
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