#but remember when hating them with a passionate fury was the popular opinion?

[luckylunatix]

I watched a let's play of Mario + Rabbids: Sparks of Hope and OOPS looks like I ended up drawing Rabbid OC

His name is Tricky Treat, a chaotic and mischievous witch Rabbid with a love of magic and especially sweets, who casts magic with a lollipop wand that is still edible and ever replenishing.

[oseytorvan]

Why did Hiccup stop Astrid?

I apologize in advance, my English is disgusting. I hope I can express my thought clearly.

Plots in the style of "Hiccup didn't see the point in catching up with Astrid" are gaining such a lot of popularity. I think it's very cool, and I admire the authors of such fanfiction endlessly. They have an amazing imagination, they have their own special view of the movie universe familiar to us, and that's fine.

At the same time, I am beginning to fear that due to the abundance of such works, fans will no longer understand why everything was different in the canon. Why did Hiccup catch up with Astrid if at the beginning of the scene he wanted to leave Berk forever? Why did he decide to convince a girl who can't stand him?

In this article, I will try to explain Hiccup's motivation and shed light on some non-obvious truths.

We all know that initially Hiccup wanted to fly away from Berk with Toothless. Let's figure out why.

Remember the moment when Stoick barged in to Hiccup and a "heart-to-heart conversation" ensued between them. You can see that Hiccup gave up pretty quickly when he thought that his father had found out about Toothless. He said, "I wanted to tell you, but...".

Acquaintance with Toothless brought Hiccup a lot of bright emotions - excitement, adrenaline, anxiety, curiosity, passion. He had never experienced anything like this and wanted to share it with at least someone. Remember! When Hiccup knocked out the Night Fury, he did not hide it and immediately tried to tell his father about it, he openly asked Gobber about the Night Furies until he realized that it was useless. No one takes his words seriously, so there is no one to share his feelings with. And soon, Hiccup stopped counting on understanding, and began to hide everything.

Even when the Vikings began to consider him a Cool Dragon Fighter, no one still wanted to listen to him and understand. Hiccup accepted that no one was interested in his opinion here. Therefore, the only way out that he sees is to escape far away.

A little clarification! At that time, Hiccup really liked the company of dragons and considered them harmless creatures, but he was not ready to fight for them yet. He understood that no one cared that he did not want to kill dragons, and no one would listen that they were "not like that." Hiccup thought he couldn't do anything, but he couldn't kill the dragon either. So why not just run away, right?

Generalization of Hiccup's motives 

1. Indifference of the tribe

  2. Self-doubt

Well, we found out Hiccup's motives for escaping. But that doesn't explain at all why he still chased Astrid! After all, she, like the whole tribe, did not show understanding to him and even hated him for his success in the Arena! What's the point of Hiccup stopping her? If Stoick finds out that his son has tamed the dragon, he won't be able to do anything - Hiccup will already be far away. He could just fly off the island and no one would get him! So why all this?..

I will try to explain as clearly as possible.

After Hiccup tamed Toothless, all his old dreams began to come true - he became popular in the tribe, he finally started to get something and he deserved his father's pride. Only one thing did not come true - Astrid.  

Let's remember that Hiccup fell in love with Astrid not only because of her pretty figure - she was a collective image of all his desires, a kind of ideal. Haddock dreamed that Astrid would hang around his neck if he became successful. But everything happened exactly the opposite - she became the only person who was not delighted with such successes.

Astrid was the only one who saw Hiccup without a mask. She noticed that something was wrong with him, that he had changed, and did not believe for a penny that Hiccup could become a dragon slayer.

In this chaos of misunderstanding, blind adoration and obvious indifference, someone decided for the first time to find out what was happening to him. Astrid didn't admire Hiccup. Instead, she just tore off his Hero mask and asked "what the hell?".  And with this act Astrid destroyed her idealized image in the eyes of Hiccup.

He dreamed that she would stick to him if he stopped being himself and began to meet the demands of the tribe. But on the contrary, she became the only one who did not like the "fake" Hiccup. And at that moment, Hiccup looked at her with completely different eyes.

First, he saw that his goddess also had flaws. Such as - perfectionism, huge conceit, aggressiveness, anger, cruelty, envy.

Secondly, Hiccup realized that Astrid would not fall for his reputation as an Ideal Viking. 

Then Hiccup realizes that Astrid, who did not meet his expectations, likes him much more than her idealized image in his head.

He owes this to Toothless.

Before meeting him, Hiccup, like Snotlout, wanted a hot and popular girlfriend, next to whom he would be considered cool.

But after meeting Toothless, Hiccup realized that he needed a companion who would support and help him achieve his goal, with whom he could share the amazing feeling of flying and share his worries about the safety of dragons. Who can be trusted with a secret and rely on him to protect Toothless in case of anything. A companion who will believe in him more than he does, and fight shoulder to shoulder for the world they will build together.

And that's what Hiccup saw in Astrid. They were in the same boat - they are the only ones who know about Toothless. Therefore, besides her, Hiccup has no one else to count on.

But still, Astrid's mentality is Viking. She was always on the same wavelength with the tribe. And Hiccup is with dragons. Therefore, if he manages to convince Astrid about the dragons, then the whole tribe will succeed, because they are on the same wavelength.

Astrid destroyed his ideal by showing that Vikings can be completely different from what Hiccup sees them. That they can see through the mask.  And this act gives Hiccup hope that he will be able to rid her of delusions. And at the same time, the whole tribe.

Do you want to know why he ran after Astrid?

1. Changing priorities (need support, not popularity)

2. Destruction of the image of the goddess (Hiccup began to see Astrid as a simple person, not an ideal)

3. In the same boat (Astrid is Hiccup's last hope, since no one else knows about Toothless)

4. Associations with the tribe and dragons (If Astrid can change the attitude to Hiccup, then Vikings can change the attitude to dragons)

[camillemontespan]

a kingdom divided [part nine] [drake walker x mc]

Part Eight here

In between seeing family and drinking as many Aperol Spritzes as I can, I managed to write the next chapter. Thank you to @ifyouseekheart  for offering her opinion and advice when I was struggling with writing this part.

 @sirbeepsalot   also thank you for the encouragement!

@jovialyouthmusic @pug-bitch @moonlightgem7 @tacohead13 @fromthedeskofpaisleybleakmore @katedrakeohd @dcbbw @whenyourheartskipsabeat  @drakesensworld

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Drake could smell the coconut scent of her hair and taste her watermelon lip balm. The two fragrances mixed together, making him feel as if he was drowning in summer.

Camille let out a groan as his hips ground against hers. Her fingernails dug into his back and her legs were wound tightly around his waist, keeping him close to her. He loved how she felt around him and the noises she was making in pure pleasure.

They had been watching a box set on TV but one thing led to another and soon, their bodies were tangled up together. Their clothes had been discarded on the floor and their hands roamed each others bodies, appreciating the moment.

This was how it should be. No politics, no assassination attempts, no power struggles. Just Drake and Camille being a couple.

Drake pulled her up onto his lap so she straddled him and he leaned forward to take one of her nipples in his mouth. Since she had gotten pregnant, her breasts, which were usually perky anyway, had become fuller. Drake loved seeing the changes. Camille threw her head back as he bucked harder against her. 'Oh god, don't stop, don't stop!' she cried out. She pulled Drake’s mouth to hers and they kissed passionately.  Drake worked her harder, close to the edge himself.

The phone rang.

Drake groaned and glanced at the phone beside them. Camille kept her hips moving. 'Don’t you dare answer that,' she warned. Drake smirked, as whenever she adopted that tone of voice she was more Duchess like than ever.  The phone stopped ringing  and they continued to move as one. 'Drake, you are so good at this..' she breathed into his ear. The phone started up again. Drake sighed and regretfully, he reached out to pick up the receiver. 'We'll continue this in a second,' he promised her. Camille smiled. 'We better.' She continued to grind against him anyway, not caring that he had answered the phone.

'Hello?' Drake spoke into the receiver. His eyes widened and he looked at Camille. She saw the fear in his eyes and stopped grinding. 'We'll be there as soon as possible,' Drake said, his voice shaking. He put down the phone, biting his lip.

'What's wrong?' Camille asked, feeling her heart start to pound in nervousness. Her heart had started to pounded too much lately.

Drake took her hands and looked deep into her brown eyes. 'Please don't freak out.'

'That is a sure fire way to freak me out, what's up Drake?' Her voice was high pitched now. 

When he spoke, it came out in a harsh mumble. 'That was Liam. Bertrand's in hospital. His drink was poisoned at dinner.'

Camille tore herself away from her husband and stood up, pacing the floor. The room felt like it was turning into a blur as tears sprang up in her eyes. 'No,' she whispered. 'No, no, no..' Camille wrung her hands together. Drake stood up and went to her, trying to calm her down. 'Camille-'

'Not Bertrand!' she wailed. Tears fell down her cheeks and her entire body shook. 'He's like my adoptive father, I can't lose him!'

She sank down to the floor with her head in her hands. Drake's heart broke for her. He knelt down. 'Camille, look at me.'

She looked into his eyes, her expression distraught. Drake held onto her tightly. 'He's still alive,' he told her fiercely.

Camille's lip quivered. 'He is?'

'Yes, honey. I’m so sorry, I should have said that first. I’m a fucking idiot. We're going to visit him now. Can you be brave?'

She nodded mutely, clenching his hands. He helped her to her feet and watched her as she started to get dressed. 'It'll be alright,' he assured her.

When they were both dressed, Drake took the car keys so he could drive them to the hospital. He practically gunned it down the boulevards and avenues. Camille stroked her hands on her baby bump, as if to reassure her daughter that it was okay.

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They got to the hospital and, typically, the paparazzi were there outside, waiting for their prey. Drake helped Camille out of the car and proceeded to shield her from the press, who were now screaming the Duke and Duchess of Valtoria's names.

'Is it true the Duke of Ramsford has been poisoned?!'

'We've heard he's dead!'

Hot tears sprang up in Camille's eyes as she listened to them shouting. Drake squeezed her hand and guided her through the hospital entrance. They reached the reception desk and the nurse pointed them in the direction of the wing where Bertrand was being kept. Camille broke out into a run with Drake following her close behind. 

Leo, Maxwell, Hana and Olivia were stood around Bertrand’s bed. They jumped when Camille and Drake burst inside. ‘Fuck Montespan, give us some warning!’ Olivia said. When she saw Camille’s distraught face, she reddened and stepped forward to give her a tight hug. ‘Sorry babe. Burst through as many doors as you like.’ 

Camille looked past her to Bertrand. He was lying under the sheets with his eyes closed but she could see he was breathing steadily. Thank god.  Her eyes went to Maxwell, who’s face was streaked with dry tears. She rushed to Maxwell and threw her arms around him, enveloping him in a tight hug. Maxwell smiled weakly and held her tightly back. 

Drake spoke. ‘How is he?’

Leo sighed. ‘He’s fine, thank God. It was a close call but the doctors worked very hard to keep him from the brink.’ 

‘Who poisoned him?’ Camille asked, her voice laced with venom. 

‘A servant poured him the glass. Liam remained at the palace to question them. He wanted to come but we all felt it necessary that he stay behind and speak to the potential suspect.’

‘Wait, we don’t know if it was actually the servant?’ Drake asked in disbelief. Leo grimaced. ‘At this stage, given the rioting, we assume the servant is the culprit as they are not noble. But, that said, we have to keep all options open.’

‘You think it could have been a noble? ' Camille asked. ‘You really think the courtiers could stoop that low?’

Leo sat down heavily on a chair and looked at her seriously. ‘We all know what the court is capable of. The people we dine, drink and dance with are power hungry. There have been countless assassination attempts, many of them growing from inside the palace. I know you’ve only been noble for a year, Camille, so you might not see it yet but just watch. Keep your eyes open and you’ll start to see. You’ll hear the whispers, see the side glances, the way rumours are spread so easily.’

Drake tensed beside her. ‘The court can eat you up and spit you back out again,’ he said. Camille closed her hand around his, remembering the way Drake used to talk about the court. He had hated everything about it. Being made a Duke was a small price he had to pay to marry the woman of his dreams but the title still made him feel sick at times.

'Neville did say that some in court find Liam weak and they understood the reasons behind wanting a Republic, maybe going as far to support it..' Hana remembered.

Maxwell frowned. 'But why would anyone target Bertrand?' They all fell silent. Nobody knew why Bertrand had been poisoned.

‘What’s the plan of action?’ Camille asked, putting her Duchess hat on. 

‘Question the servants,’ Leo said. ‘But at the same, watch those at court.’

Hana’s eyes widened. ‘What if the servants rise up because we’re questioning them?’

‘The wine was delivered by a servant. The servants would expect us to question them, it’s just protocol. But we need to find out who did it and why.’ 

Olivia rolled her eyes. ‘It’s his whole ‘I’m the Duke of Ramsford’ persona. That shit isn’t going to make him popular, especially with commoners.’

Maxwell suddenly whipped around to face her, his eyes filled with fury. ‘Are you saying he deserved it?’ he asked, his voice rising. ‘That because he is proud of his lineage that he had it coming?’

Olivia paled. ‘Maxwell, I didn’t mean it like that-’

‘You did. You’ve never liked Bertrand anyway, you probably think it’s about time it happened!’ Maxwell shouted, hysterical.  Everyone in the room had no idea how to handle this outburst as Maxwell never got angry or upset. He was the life and soul of the party, the eternal optimist.  Camille grabbed Maxwell to stop him from advancing on Olivia. ‘Maxwell, you’re emotional, stop it! Olivia didn’t mean it like that. Shh.. we’re all upset right now..’

Maxwell quietened down and wiped his nose with his sleeve. He felt Hana place a hand on his back and felt comforted. He looked at Olivia, who’s face was white and her hands were shaking. He sighed. ‘I’m sorry Olivia. I didn’t mean to be a dick. I didn’t mean any of what I said. Please forgive me.’ 

Olivia cleared her throat. ‘I’m the one who should be sorry, Max. I’ll leave you be.’

She left the room with her head high but feeling lower than ever.

Olivia helped herself to a cup of coffee. She hadn’t wanted to leave the hospital yet, especially since she was actually worried about Bertrand. She sat down on a chair near the reception area and stared straight ahead, trying to focus her thoughts. 

‘Hey, trouble.’

She closed her eyes. Please no. 

Looking up, finally, she saw that Leo was standing before her. ‘Leo. You found me, as per usual,’ she said dryly.  Leo smiled. ‘You okay?’

She frowned, confused. ‘Yes. Don’t see why you care though.’

Leo sat down beside her, his knee touching hers. She moved her leg so it wasn’t anymore. He clasped his hands together and leaned forward, looking at her. ‘I do care, actually. Maxwell was pretty hard on you in there. I just wanted to check on you.’

‘I’m fine,’ she answered, not looking at him. She took a sip of the the coffee. It was crap coffee but it was black and she needed something warm. She wanted to feel something that wasn’t complete dislike of herself. 

‘No you’re not.’

‘Ha!’ she suddenly burst out. ‘So, are you saying I have feelings now? What a change from the other night when you basically said I was practically a robot.’

Leo reddened. Good, he was embarrassed. 

‘I spoke out of turn. Come on Liv, I’ve known you all my life. I know you’re one of the most emotional people ever. You’re fiery and you feel everything on a heightened level. You just try your best not to show it. Meanwhile, I am the one who’s practically a robot.’

She looked at him now. He did look quite guilty, which gave her a feeling of satisfaction. ‘You are a robot, yes. You don’t care about anyone but yourself.’

Leo clenched his fists. ‘Okay, not true.’

‘I’m right. What’s stopping you from running away from here so you can leave Liam in this mess again? Have you ran out of girls to fuck in Europe so now you’re back at court to try your luck again?’ 

‘I may treat women like objects but I care about my family and friends,’ he told her. She didn’t believe him. She couldn’t. 

‘Why are you here, Leo? With me? You should be in that room with Bertrand and everyone else.’

Leo sighed. ‘Maybe I know how it is to have people think you don’t feel anything. Hell, you’ve just told me yourself I’m a robot. But I know you do care and I know it really hurt you when Maxwell, who is usually like a puppy, started to shout at you. I know you wanted him to stop. That’s why I’m here with you, to offer you some form of comfort. You’ll see nobody else is. Your best friend, Camille? Yeah, I know you class her as your best friend though you won’t admit it. Even she isn’t here with you because she probably thought on some level that Maxwell was right. Or maybe she just thought you would want to be alone. But I know you don’t want to be alone. Only I understand the real you because I am like you.’ 

Olivia swallowed. She wished he would stop talking. ‘We're not alike, Leo. I don't treat people like objects. Why do you treat women like objects? Don't you get tired of it?’

He groaned and took her cup of coffee, sipping it. He gave it back to her, smirking at her shocked expression. How dare he take her coffee?

‘I can’t be tied down,’ he said. ‘Isn’t it obvious? Not even a throne could keep me. I need freedom. I need to be free to do what I want and answer to no one. That includes women and the people of Cordonia. I hate responsibility and feeling like someone is dependent on me. I’m much better by myself, where I can’t hurt anyone. The women I sleep with are just... collateral damage.’ 

'You were more than willing to make me collateral damage the other night,' "Olivia said. 'You had a whole bottle of scotch in your room, if I remember rightly.'

'I did. The invitation is still open,' he answered casually, staring straight ahead.

Olivia turned to him, her eyes blazing. He had ruined their talk. 'Why would I want to be collateral damage? You think I would stoop so low? Go fuck yourself.'

She stood up and Leo followed. 'Liv -'

'Leave me alone, Leo. You'll never have me.' She stormed off down the corridor and entered the ladies room, just to get away from him. She needed to get away from him. He was dangerous.

Dangerous because he knew her so well. She stood in the bathroom facing the mirror and thought about those green eyes of his. Stop it. You are a Nevrakis. You don't become collateral damage. You don't depend on men to help you forget.

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Liam sat in front of the servant who had given Bertrand the glass of wine. She looked terrified. She was small, probably around 20 years old and shaking.

Liam adopted his fair, balanced voice. 'So... Sarah. You do realise that the wine you served the Duke of Ramsford was poisoned, don’t you?'

Sarah sniffled , tears welling up in her eyes. 'I didn't realise it was poisoned, I swear,' she whispered. 'My job is just to serve the drinks, I would never hurt somebody.'

Liam nodded. 'You've worked in the palace for two months, correct?'

Sarah nodded, wringing her hands together. 'I've loved it. The palace is beautiful and everyone's really kind..'

'Did you pour the wine yourself?'

'I did.'

'So how did the poison get into the glass then?'

She looked down. 'I don't know...'

Liam sighed and stood up to pace the floor. 'Please Sarah. If you know anything, please just tell me. I just want to protect my kingdom. I want it to be safe. If you know anything at all, even if you think its useless information, I don't care. Anything you know could be useful.'

Sarah bit her lip. Liam could tell that she knew something but he had no idea what. She finally spoke. 'There is a club. A club in the palace.'

'A club?'

'Yes. It's only a recent club and only the few who are radical are part of it.'

Liam stared at her, his heart hammering against his chest. 'Radical in what way?'

Sarah looked at him with tears in her eyes. 'The club wants a Republic and they won't stop until they get it.'

'Who are they?' It was like pulling teeth. She was giving information but not enough.

'Servants and nobles. They're working together to fight for a Republic. I'm so sorry. I don't know who is part of it, my servant friends aren't but they told me about it.'

'Does this club have anything to do with poisoning Bertrand?' he asked her, his voice strained. Sarah gulped. 'I think so..'

'Why Bertrand?'

Sarah tried to grasp for words. 'I don't know.. Maybe because he is the Duke of Ramsford? He is the one who talks about his title the most..'

'If they wanted to poison someone, the most obvious choice would have been me. I don't get it.'

Sarah looked down. 'You are protected by your friends.'

Liam stared at her. 'You seem to know a lot considering you're not part of this club.' Sarah's eyes widened. 'I swear, I'm not! It's just whispers that go around the servants quarters. I didn't know the Duke was going to be poisoned.’

Liam sighed. 'You've been very helpful, Sarah. Thank you.'

She looked at him, frightened. 'Am I fired?'

He looked at her, his eyes giving nothing away. 'How old are you?'

'Seventeen.'

'Go back to your quarters. Maybe don't serve wine for the next few events.'

Relief passed over her face. 'Thank you, Your Majesty! Thank you.' She looked like she wanted to hug him but thought better of it. Liam stopped her. ‘Wait. Can you do something for me?’ She nodded. ‘I’d like you to be my ears and eyes at court. You can see what I can’t. Can you do that for me?’ ‘Of course, Your Majesty.’ Liam bit his lip. ‘Do they have a name? This club?’ Sarah reddened but when she looked at him, her eyes were fiery. ‘Le Club Citoyen Secret.’ Liam sighed. ‘Why is it always in French?’

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That night, Camille couldn’t sleep. They had left Bertrand, Maxwell and Hana in the hospital room, having been assured that he could leave in a few days. Still, her heart hurt. She was sick of feeling anxious and terrified of what was next. She just wanted peace. She wanted to feel safe. Camille looked over to where Drake was sleeping. The sheets were pulled down, showing his broad shoulders and chest. Drake always made her feel safe. Silently, Camille reached out and ran her hands up his chest. She roamed his body, watching as he started to stir. ‘Mggggnnnn... Camille?’ Gently, she pressed her fingers to his lips and his eyes fluttered open slowly to look at her. She lay on her side, looking up into his eyes and he gave her a sleepy smile. ‘You okay, honey?’ he asked. She nodded, wrapping her hands around his neck, bringing him down so he was nearly on top of her. He shifted so he held his weight in his arms and he looked down, his gaze penetrating hers. ‘Can’t sleep?’ he murmured.

Camille shook her head. ‘I want to feel safe.’ Drake kissed her gently and stroked her cheekbone, his fingers grazing down to her collarbone and chest. ‘I can make you feel safe..’ he whispered. Camille smiled weakly. ‘You always do.’ His lips trailed down her cheek, down her chest and his hands brought up her camisole top. His mouth caught her nipple and he sucked, before kissing downward towards her hip bones. Camille’s breath caught. This is what she needed. She needed him. He was everything she had ever wanted. ‘I love you,’ she murmured.

‘I love you too,’ he whispered between kisses. He pulled her pyjama shorts down, along with her briefs, and his fingers found her. Camille arched her back and focused as his fingers swirled and twirled, finding secret places. He knew her body so well now. Her hands reached out to pull down his boxers and she was satisfied to see that he wanted her too. He angled himself so he could enter her and she braced herself for the size of him. Drake filled her gently and entirely. She let out a gasp and clenched the pillows behind her. Drake pulled her legs up around him and he ground into her, feeling her core. He moved so his body covered hers and she wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer to her. He tugged at her ear with his teeth and she let out a groan.

Camille watched as he moved, his eyes closed and his breaths coming out heavy. Her eyes studied him, like he was a map and she was the cartographer, seeking out everything about him. His broad shoulders, wide chest, his strong arms. The way he held her made her feel lucky and, just as she wanted, safe and protected.

[knightofbalance-13]

https://thefairywzard.tumblr.com/post/163494894168/rwde-circus-drama-with-kob-part-1-the-first-shade

Now I could go through this whole thing and explain in detail why this is wrong but this is an example of the Gish Gallup fallacy so let me run through this quick and show you why it’s so stupid:

People of the rwde tag! You might have noticed a post recently, written by yours truly, about the lack of body diversity in our all-time favourite show RWBY: The Life and Times of Jaune Arc.

Playing to RWDE tag bias.

Predictably, our esteemed rwde troll and official laughing stock of the entire tag, KoB, decided to reply to my post and I think we’ve all had enough experience dealing with him by now to know where this led. I read over KoB’s… words and after bleaching my eyes with silt, I sat down to think about what I should do in response, if anything at all.

Ad Homenin

The Responsible™ and Adult™ thing would be to simply ignore his incomprehensible drivel and move on, possibly block him and maybe set up some salt circles for good measure. After all, usually the best thing to do when dealing with trolls is to keep them at arm’s length and try to not provoke them too much. That is the smart and sensible thing to do. That is how you avoid conflict with assholes online.

Refering to me as a demon

Ah, another day another troll on my posts. You know kob, I knew that eventually you’d pull something like this. I knew that after I was done eating my strips of rotten boar meat while sipping a 1945 La Pinot Noir that I would log on to tumblr dot com and see your small, sad little avatar in my notifications tab. And I would sigh and roll my tired eyes in contempt of pretty much your entire internet presence as far as rwby is concerned, before moving on to reading your long-winded, contradictory and dumb dumb arguments, all lined up in this neat little pile of poo that the FNDM calls “kob’s post history”. And then I would sigh again, questioning the meaning of life while enjoying a bowl of branflake cereal with chocolate chips and cinnamon.

Pseudo intellectualism

Believe it or not kob, it took some time to decide whether or not I should reply to the inane, animalistic screeches that you call counterarguments, but ultimately I decided this was too good an opportunity to miss on dragging yo ass. Obviously a confrontation is exactly what a slimy troll like you wants and technically I am enabling you and your ~predispositions~ by writing this, though I think the feeling of self-satisfaction I’ll get by talking shit to your face will be more than worth it. I should think most of the rwde tag has an extended knowledge of you and your interactions with the FNDM and most of us probably agree that you’re a trolling asshole, a ding dong and potentially Literally Satan™.

Ad Homien on par with early Catholic Church.

I will admit that volume 4 did shave off some muscle from our beloved lotus boy of suppressed emotions, but they have by no means added those to Ms Valkyrie.

Outright defeating own point and contradiction (Jaune and Nora have similarly sized arms. Look for yourself.)

Now I’m not gonna get into the teachers yet, because I’m genuinely curious as to what you meant when you commented on yang’s beefiness. I should like to think that these images make it pretty clear, even to someone as stubborn and as opinionated as you kob. Yang has no muscle. Never did. That sound you just heard was everyone in the rwde tag simultaneously whispering the words “oh snap”.

More outright contradictions and Ad Homenin. (yang’s official art shows the same arm type as Nora and jaune as oppose to Ren or Weiss)

Next up is the FNDMs favourite faunus of the hour, Blake Belladona. You will, once again, note the absence of muscles in her extremities. Gee it’s almost as if these characters all have the same body types, what a surprise. But by all means, keep insisting that Weiss is the slender one.

Not understanding what Atheletic means (Looks at Olympic swimmers: Ain’t no muscles there.)

What you don’t seem to understand kob is that not everyone sees the world under your fucked up, weird, distorted lens. Honestly what to begin with here? The unrelated comparisons? The blatant way you contradict yourself with the opening sentence? “Oh look at me I’m the infamous kob and I spend my days hating on people for making valid, critical points on shows I watch. RWBY doesn’t have a body problem because I say so, these characters are totally muscly and RT doesn’t want muscly women in their shows anyway so that’s why there are none after all, this doesn’t matter and no one cares”. Really now kob, if you’re going to try and delegitimize the issues I cite, you could at least do a better job at it.

In any case, I don’t especially remember CRWBY making public statements explaining in lengthy details why body diversity is their personal kryptonite and that’s why there’s none of it in the show. But then again I’m not as dedicated a fan as you have proven yourself to be, so maybe I missed that enlightening interview with the crew. I also don’t understand what made you bring Kill La Kill into this -as I would charitably call it- discussion, when that show is a clear deconstruction of rampant objectification in anime. It’s satire kob. It’s making fun of the dumb sexist tropes people see in shows so very often.

To be perfectly fucking candid kob, your determination to undermine my arguments by claiming that representation is “not a serious concern at all” is actually rather cute. Like a bigoted puppy furiously chewing on a couch. Indeed this vehement passion of yours is so strong that I’m beginning to suspect you get an intense hateboner whenever the rwde tag updates and this is your only method of release. 

Not addressing the point. Also: unrelated comparisons. Monty Oum stated that Gurren Lagann was an inspiration on RWBY and watched Kill La Kill. So in fact, I am comparing anime that have influenced RWBY.

As well: Not saying WHY body diversity would be an improvement.

Third; Misrepresntinga show (Kill La Kill outright says you shouldn’t care about what other people think. Remmeber Satsuki’s speech in Episode 3? Yeah, apparently you forgot to watch the other 23 episodes of the show.)

Fourth: Misrepresenting my argument (they don’t want to do it because they haven’t already done it, not through an interview.)

Fifith: projection.

Gosh what an interesting peephole we have here of kob’s mental inner workings. I never would have associated plus-sized people with Santa Claus, but I suppose that’s what happens if the content you consume is constantly deprived of diversity. Don’t worry kob, it’s not your fault that most media is monochromatic in more ways than one (but feverishly defending those that are kind of is). If you want to know why it’s important to have representation of all sorts in shows and other media, then I suggest you google that and find out for yourself.

Inserting words into my mouth.

Oh yes, beware the SJWs. They creep in your homes and hide in your cupboards. They’ll wait until you’re not paying attention and then pounce on you with anger and fury and a slight hint of sexual arousal. And as they suck your warm, viscous blood, they’ll start babbling about wanting fair representation in the media for marginalized groups of people and how the way to achieve that is to hold popular shows to a higher standard of diversity. I haven’t even gotten to the bit where they talk about queerness in media, THAT’S when shit get’s blood-curdlingly scary.

More projection.

See, this final “damming” ending statement brings me some discomfort; because I have to, for once, agree with kob. Having more diversity of body types (or any types for that matter) be present in a successful show will encourage other shows to follow suit. It’s like this thing, oh what’s it called, oh yeah progress. So you’re right on that at least. Now if you think diversity will add “nothing to the show” I would suggest that you a) educate yourself on the benefits of diversity and representation in media because that’s clearly an area you are sorely lacking in and b) go fuck yourself.

More Aad Hominin and misrepresenting what I said (I was referring to the fact that you would shoehorn in fat characters for the sake of brownie points instead of, you know, having well written fat people) and projection (thinking I’m skinny.)

I honestly don’t know how to explain to you that not everyone is like you and not everyone can binge the TV channels and see someone exactly like them represented in a randomly-selected show.

Assumptions (i didn’t know there was fat, balding, autistic 19 year olds with no dads. yeah, I’m fat too so most of your argument in that part is invalid, blading people are treated as a joke and the number of intentional written Autistic characters can be counted with only hands. And the number of WELL WRITTEN Autistic characters can be count on my hand if I chopped off seven fingers.)

Someone who isn’t constantly treated as a joke, or insulted within the show, or is nothing but a stereotype, or is pushed aside so that other characters can take the stage. If you can’t fit that concept into that head of yours because the slimy, fanged eel of hate inside is taking too much space, then the only thing for me left to do is to sincerely, wholeheartedly tell you to go fuck yourself with as much virility as you can muster.

you mean like how fat people are portrayed as lazy, balding men are treated as aging ad desperate and ugly, how writers cannot diffiate between “Autism” and “brain damage”, how men are always seen in the wrong in arguments and seen as being dumb, animalistic, lazy and wimpy whereas the women are treated as can do no wrong, wise, perfect people? because I do: But that;s the artist’s descision and they deserve to do what they want with their works: there is nothing wrong with that.

And now you can see why I didn’t go through and go in depth as to why this person is wrong: It’s blatant and obvious. But don’t take my word for it: see the train wreck for yourself.

[lefilmdujour]

500th movie celebration

Last month I have quietly passed the 500th movie landmark on my Tumblr, so I decided to make a post with text instead of pictures for a change.

Five and a half years ago, I have decided to create a Tumblr, my own personal space where I would upload film frames, mostly so I could remember all the many movies I watch. By associating an image to a title, it helps to maintain my mind fresh and pinpoint exactly why I loved or despised a certain movie, linking them to the people I have watched them with and the surrounding circumstances.

The criteria is simple but methodical: no more than one post per day, all films I watch are represented even if I am ashamed of having spent time with them, all films are represented only once regardless of the amount of times I’ve re-watched them throughout the existence of the Tumblr.

I like to watch Artsy Avant Garde movies. Trash movies. 80′s “classics”. 70′s sleaze. Documentaries, a whole lot of them. Surrealism. Nouvelle Vague. The occasional Hollywood blockbuster. Skin. I usually get complaints from people about the amount of nudity represented in the Tumblr. 

Movies, regardless of how bad they are to the viewer, always mean something special to someone, so I respect them all.

To celebrate the 500th movie landmark, I decided to pick 50 of the ones that evoke the most vivid memories in me. Quality and circumstance were the deciding factors. Random order. I recommend them all.

The Virgin Spring (Ingmar Bergman) - An inspirational exercise on mythology, symbolism, and pacing.

Philanthropy (Nae Caranfil) - Romanian New Wave is my latest passion. This one is a highlight. A very entertaining tutorial on how to scam and be scammed.

Wings of Desire (Wim Wenders) - Poetry in motion. Falling in love every day.

The World is Big and Salvation Lurks Around the Corner (Stefan Komandarev) - A road movie, on a bicycle. Friendship, memory gaps, backgammon.

The Red Turtle (Michael Dudok de Wit) - If a movie makes me cry, it goes to the favorites bucket. The story is simple, the animation is fluid, the outcome is expected. Yet, its message is always powerful.

The Imposter (Bart Layton) - More than a very compelling story of deception and manipulation, this documentary shines due to its brilliant editing. Made me feel pity, anger, compassion and repulse, often at the same time.

American Movie (Chris Smith) - If you love movies, then you cannot skip this documentary about a film director who makes his life mission to finish his crap movie, despite lack of funds, means, and talent. Funny and heartfelt. Highly quotable.

Mustang (Deniz Gamze Ergüven) - Growing up as a woman in traditional Turkey. A feminist look on a closed society. Beautifully shot.

Mad Max Fury Road (George Miller) - A throwback to a time when action movies were being made with a sense of movement and a requirement for suspension of disbelief. Amazing cinematography, highlighted in the recent “Black & Chrome” edition.

Nights of Cabiria (Federico Fellini) - The fruitless search for true love. Finding it, losing it, finding it again, losing it again, getting up, trying again. “Everything I’ve ever let go of has claw marks in it”.

Bicycle Thieves (Vitorio de Sicca) - A masterpiece. The importance of a bicycle as an instrument of survival in 40′s Italy. Puts things into perspective. Nothing can be taken for granted.

Underground (Emir Kusturica) - In my opinion, the greatest Kusturica movie. The sad story of a country that no longer exists.

The Hourglass Sanatorium (Wojciech Jerzy Has) - A very surreal experience where time and space are meaningless. Living in a lucid dream.

Despair (Rainer Werner Fassbinder) - The only Fassbinder movie I ever watched to date. I always want to watch more of him, but somehow keep forgetting. This movie makes justice to it’s title, despair creeps in slowly, but overwhelmingly by its end.

Mary and Max (Adam Elliot) - A claynimation film about friendship and mental health. Funny and melancholic. People should write letters to their friends more.

Blue is the Warmest Color (Abdellatif Kechiche) - A beautiful love story.

The Grand Budapest Hotel (Wes Anderson) - Twee as fuck, like all Anderson’s movies. This man can do no wrong.

Blue Jasmine (Woody Allen) - I have a special interest in movies related with mental health. The last great Woody Allen movie to date.

Grave of the Fireflies (Isao Takahata) - I don’t think I’m exaggerating when I claim that this is the saddest movie ever made. It took me days to recover from the emotional impact it left in me. War makes victims of us all.

Teorema (Pier Paolo Pasolini) - What would you do if you have been touched and subsequently abandoned by Divinity? The final scene is one of my all time favorites.

Forbidden Fruit (Dome Karukoski) - Two girls escape from a oppressive religious cult and experience life for the first time. The scene when one of the girls watches a movie for the first time, in a theater, left a good memory in me.

Forbidden Zone (Richard Elfman) - I like musicals too! This one in particular was scored by Danny Elfman, who also plays the devil in its most memorable scene. A weird freakout of a movie. Specially recommend the colorized version that adds up to the surreal atmosphere.

 Enter the Void (Gaspar Noé) - To be seen on a big screen with the best speakers money can buy. Intense psychedelic experience. Stay on the safe side, remain sober while watching this one.

My Best Fiend (Werner Herzog) - I find most of Herzog’s documentaries to be very relaxing. Not this one. Klaus Kinski was a fabled asshole. Werner Herzog is an eccentric lunatic. How these two geniuses managed to work together without killing each other (although both came very close to it) is definitely documentary material. An intense story about friendship, respect, and guttural hate.

The Big Lebowski (Joel Coen & Ethan Coen) - My favorite Coen brothers film. The week from hell on an otherwise quiet and unremarkable life. Improves with repeated viewings.

Mulholland Drive (David Lynch) - Spent years analyzing and trying to make sense out of this movie. I only understood it upon giving up on my quest. My favorite Lynch movie.

Female Convict Scorpion: Jailhouse 41 (Shunya Itō) - 70′s Meiko Kaji is a Goddess. A talent wasted in exploitation movies. Her eyes talk louder than all of the movies’s dialogue. This film is a Pink Women-in-Prison Japanese cheap thrill on surface, but the amount of symbolism and surrealism adds weight to a paper-thin plot. And the title song was borrowed to Tarantino’s Kill Bill. Truly one of my favorite movies ever.

Battleship Potemkin (Sergei Eisenstein) - Soviet Propaganda? Yes. Compelling gut-wrenching story? Yes. Cinematic masterpiece? Yes. Regardless on how you feel about the topic, there is no question that the Odessa steps sequence is a work of art. 

The Holy Mountain (Alejandro Jodorowsky) - Watch in on psychedelics, or don’t bother.

Heima (Dean deBlois) - A documentary about Sigur Rós’ return to Iceland. Even for people who are not fans of the band, the landscape is undeniably beautiful.

Django Unchained (Quentin Tarantino) - I am finding the latest Tarantino efforts to be a tad boring on repeated viewings. I usually love them when I see them on cinema, but then abandon them half-way when I try to watch them at home. But this one passed the home test, so it gets my thumbs up!

Disquiet (João Botelho) - Squeezing in a Portuguese movie due for national pride reasons. Not that I care much about those things. But I believe more people should watch this movie. The dialogue is lifted from my favorite poetry book, written by Fernando Pessoa. Heavy, dark, contemplative narrative.

Baraka (Ron Fricke) - There is a particular documentary style associated with both Ron Fricke and Godfrey Reggio that I find very appealing. Visual snapshots of people in their homelands. The silent contrast between traditional and modern. And the omnipresent feeling that all life is meaningless and mankind is a just a random occasion on a ball floating in space. Baraka is the best of all.

Rashomon (Akira Kurosawa) - There is nothing in the World like Kurosawa’s samurai movies, and no better samurai than Toshiro Mifune. Rashomon rises above the other excellent Kurosawa movies by its symbolism and usage of light. A murder story told by four different characters. The truth is somewhere in between the lies.

Dogtooth (Yorgos Lanthimos) - A perverse tale of innocence and isolation. 

Gomorra (Matteo Garrone) - Disturbing stories from Napoli’s crime underworld. Realistically shot, no sugar coating, no happy endings, no poetic criminals.

Kids (Larry Clark) - I had this one on VHS, a double feature that also included Trainspotting. Found memories attached to this movie, I saw the actors as a parallel to the kids in my street. Several of the participants in the movie are dead or living miserable lives nowadays. Just like the street kids from my youth.

A Woman Under the Influence (John Cassavetes) - It is not easy to get into this director. And this is a psychological scarring movie. The audience is led to descend into madness like its main character. 

Down by Law (Jim Jarmusch) - “I scream, you scream, we all scream for ice cream.”

Daisies (Vera Chytilová) - My most popular post for some reason. An excellent, imaginative, innovative, playful, senseless fun movie to watch. 

Taste of Cherry (Abbas Kiarostami) - A man’s quest to end his life. The ultimate taboo.

Black Orpheus (Marcel Camus) - Greek Mythology meets Brazilian Slum. A wonderful, poetic ending makes up for some dull parts in between. Excellent soundtrack!

The Cabinet of Dr Caligari (Robert Wiene) - Insane expressionist film with lovely painted backdrops that add a sense of depth and misdirection to its scenes. Timeless movie experience!

Amélie (Jean-Pierre Jeunet) - Modern Fairy tale. Inspirational. Makes me want to enjoy life more.

Oldboy (Park Chan-Wook) - Part of the Vengeance trilogy, I picked Oldboy because I now realize that I haven’t seen Sympathy for Lady Vengeance again ever since I started this Tumblr. Both films are excellent tales of twisted revenge. Oldboy’s fight scene has inspired a generation of copycats.

Spring Summer Fall Winter... And Spring (Kim Ki-duk) - Episodes of the life of a Buddhist monk, from childhood to old age. The wheel of life and rebirth. As Buddhist as it gets.

Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas (Terry Gilliam) - This got me into Hunter Thompson. There’s no such thing as too much drugs.

Battle Royale (Kinji Fukasaku) - A high school class is taken to a remote island and instructed to kill each other until only one survives. Classic 80′s video game plot, tickles the nostalgia bone just right without resolving to remakes and rehashes. Incredibly fun!

House (Nobuhiko Ôbayashi) - A horror movie, a comedy, a fever dream, an art-house lysergic extravaganza. Don’t know what to make of this movie, just that watching it is an amusing experience.

Band of Outsiders (Jean-Luc Godard) - I love all Anna Karina’s movies with Godard, so it’s hard to pick one. I went with Band of Outsiders because of its dance sequence. Godard had fun while experimenting with filming techniques, and this feeling is contagious to the audience. 

Thanks for reading and sticking around.