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Jinx's Hallucinations + Ekko
Before Act III drops, I wanted to talk about an aspect of Timebomb that I'm quite fascinated by -
Ekko isnât a trigger for Jinxâs hallucinations.
He has even stopped her hallucinations â not intentionally or anything, but more than once Ekko's presence seems to have a nullifying impact on Jinx.
Which is odd, right?
One would assume due to their history Ekko would be just as triggering to Jinx as anyone else, if not more so, and yet the opposite seems to be true.
In Jinx's first reunion with Vi, she quickly becomes overwhelmed and has an episode due to a whole combination of factors, but notably because her hallucinations of Mylo and Claggor start attacking her, largely because she's starting to breakdown and is getting overwhelmed (a self-perpetuating cycle).
Jinx can't even begin to calm herself down, in fact she yells at everyone to shut up, because she needs to think.
Then she hears Ekkoâs hoverboard and suddenly the hallucinations are completely gone.
Jinx isnât sure if what she heard was real or not.
Which is a great detail, since it indicates Jinx is aware that the voices she hears arenât âreal," meaning she knows other people canât hear them too. So, it's rather telling (at least for me) that she asks Vi to confirm if she too heard the hoverboard sound.
It's also impressive Jinx was able to instantly recognize the sound of Ekko's hoverboard, despite her being in the midst of a mental breakdown and unable to think properly.
Itâs almost like Jinxâs brain went into fight mode or something, because seemingly all the hallucinations stopped at once because thereâs now a much bigger threat Jinx needs to be on guard for â Ekko is heading her way.
I really can't emphasize how much I love that.
While not traditionally romantic, in any sense, this shows the amount of respect Jinx has towards Ekko and the threat he poses to her. Heâs someone she actually has to take seriously when fighting.
Which is a bit unique for Jinx.
Throughout S1 we saw Jinx being far more scared of her hallucinations then actual real, physical threats, but in this moment itâs like her brain recognized Ekko as being the far greater threat than her hallucinations.
Which he is - but thatâs also true for many of the other things Jinx faces and isnât scared of.
Jinx does âglitch outâ while fighting Ekko and the Firelights in âWhen These Walls Come Tumbling Down,â - but itâs more of an asset than a problem, as she easily dodges the Gorilla Mask Firelight (at least I think itâs a gorilla).
Then when Ekko disappears, Jinx's psychoses come rushing back; obviously, this has less to do with Ekko himself and everything to do with him taking Vi, but nonetheless, it's still a slight repetition of the pattern that keeps happening between them.
In "The Boy Savior," during Jinx's bridge fight with Ekko, she once again specifically doesn't experience any hallucinations; even though she was just experiencing them not too long ago.
Mylo was this 'demon' on her back that while she could initially argue against, the more upset she became, the bigger his presence was.
She saw Caitlyn as this devil figure, laughing and mocking her and her psychoses even blocked Vi almost entirely from her sight; whether literally or symbolically, Jinx clearly wasnât fully aware she was shooting at Vi, despite her obviously seeing Vi and then shooting in her direction.
Then Ekko bursts onto the scene and suddenly no more hallucinations. Which is just...
I honestly donât know what this is. I really donât.
To be clear, I absolutely love this whole thing despite not knowing what it is exactly, because honestly, I'm just fascinated by this dynamic, because for whatever reason, Jinx isn't triggered by Ekko nor does she hallucinate him.
In S2, Jinxâs hallucinations have significantly decreased, but in âPaint the Town Blue," she's suddenly bombarded with pretty much everyoneâs voices because sheâs beyond upset and panicking about Isha being taken by the enforcers.
She sees pretty much everyone - Silco, Vi, Mylo, Claggor, Sevika, and Isha.
Jinx seeing Vi, Sevika, and Isha shows us that she can/does hallucinate people who she knows are alive.
In addition, Isha being one of her hallucinations shows us that Jinx doesnât need to have negative or even complicated feelings towards someone for them to become a part of her psychoses, as Jinx largely thinks/feels positively towards Isha.
Though it should be noted, the hallucination of Isha isnât acting aggressive towards Jinx, not like the others are.
Finally, Ekko or Vander are the only two she doesn't hallucinate, but we know Jinx has hallucinated Vander in the past, making Ekko the odd one out when it comes to Jinx's hallucinations once again.
Which for the millionth is absolutely fascinating to me.
Because why?
Why doesn't Ekko trigger Jinx? Why isn't he one of her hallucinations? How come he's the only one we've seen having the ability to stop Jinx's hallucinations altogether (even if it's completely unintentional)?
For whatever reason, Jinxâs mind has seemingly categorized Ekko as being different than everyone else and while itâs obviously not this big thing the show brings your attention to, itâs also clearly there, albeit subtly.
And yeah...
I donât really have much more to say, I just wanted to talk about this interesting aspect of Timebomb before we get to the last and final arc of Arcane.
#Arcane#Arcane Spoilers#Timebomb#Jinx#Ekko#Ekkojinx#Jinx's Hallucinations#Arcane Jinx#Arcane Ekko#Arcane Timebomb
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99 PROBLEMS | MV1
an: this is literally a crack fic, i had the idea when i was listening to 99 problems by jay-z and i was talking to @iamred-iamyellow please enjoy
summary: max never expected to one day have a 17 year old son. he didn't know he was a father. but now he's got to try and figure out how this nerd is his son. and also teach him how to live a little.
wc: 3.3k
Max never thought heâd be a single dad to a teenage boy, but shit happens.
One minute, he was in Monaco celebrating another podium win, champagne-soaked and grinning for the cameras. The next, there was a seventeen-year-old with his eyes and an attitude to match standing on his doorstep with a duffel bag. His name was Noahâânot âDad,â just Maxââand he wasnât here to bond. No, Noah was here because apparently the universe thought karma would be funnier this way.
Max was on the balcony of his Monaco apartment replying to a few emails, the cityâs lights flickering like a postcard behind him. He could hear Noah inside, rifling through the fridge, muttering complaints about the lack of âreal food.â
âHey, donât knock the caviar!â Max called over his shoulder. âItâs got protein!â
âCaviarâs not dinner!â Noah fired back, slamming the fridge door.
Max smirked, chuckling a bit. The kid had a point. The life of a Formula One champion didnât exactly prepare him for raising a teenager. Most days, it was all jet-setting, high-end sponsorships, and a new girl on his arm by sundown. It was messy, but it was his kind of messy. Now? Now, he had to figure out how to squeeze fatherhood in between the chaos.
âYou seriously live like this?â Noah asked, stepping onto the balcony, holding up one of Maxâs custom helmets. His tone wasnât admirationâit was judgement.
âLike what?â Max said, not looking up from his phone.
âYou know, like...this. Cars, women, parties. I mean, isnât it exhausting?â
Max chuckled low, pocketing his phone. âDonât have time to be tired.â
Noah raised an eyebrow. âRight. So, uh...where do I fit in this circus?â
Max turned, his smirk fading just enough to let a flicker of honesty show. âHavenât figured that out yet. But weâll make it work.â
âYeah?â
âYeah.â Max glanced back at the city below. âNow, go grab a drink or something. Just...not the champagne.â
And thatâs how it started: the driver, his kid, and a life moving faster than either of them could control.
Max hadnât had a conventional childhood and he could tell this kid did, well as conventional as it was to be dropped off at your dad who youâve never metâs house a few weeks before your 18th birthday.
He thought that maybe while he was here he could teach him a few things, take him to a few races or something.Â
Max didnât really know what to do.
The private gym was tucked into the corner of Maxâs penthouse, all sleek machines and floor-to-ceiling mirrors. It was rarely used. Most of Maxâs training happened at the Headquarters. or with his team, but Noah had been dragging his feet around the apartment all week, so Max figured a little sweat might do them both some good.
âAlright, kid,â Max said, tossing a pair of dumbbells onto the mat. âLetâs see if youâve got anything in the tank. Ever lifted before?â
âSure,â Noah replied, unimpressed. He sat down on the bench press, giving the machine a once-over like he was deciding whether or not to trust it.
Max crossed his arms, watching as Noah pushed through a few hesitant reps. âNot bad. But if thatâs your warm-up, weâre in trouble.â
Noah glared, setting the weights down with a clink. âNot all of us need muscles for a living.â
Max laughed. âTouchĂŠ. So, what do you do for fun then?â
âFun?â
âYeah, fun. You know, like hobbies, friends, maybe a girlfriend?â
Noah shrugged, grabbing a water bottle. âNot much. I play some video games, read, I guess. Nothing crazy.â
âRead?â Max frowned. âWhat, no parties? No sneaking out? You donât go out?â
âGo out where?â Noahâs voice had that dry teenage edge to it. âIâm seventeen. I lived in America my whole life. You canât even get into a bar without a fake ID there.â
Max froze mid-stretch, eyebrows shooting up. âWait, wait, wait. Youâre telling me youâve never had a drink?â
Noah gave him a look like heâd just asked if the sky was blue. âNo?â
Max stared at him, dumbfounded. âGod. If only you knew what I was doing at your age when my dad had his back turned.â
Noah rolled his eyes. âOh, let me guess. Clubbing in Paris. Drinking champagne with supermodels. Living the dream?â
âBelgium, but close,â Max said, leaning against the bench press. âKeg parties in the back of some guyâs trailer in Hasselt. Terrible beer, worse decisions, and my trainer yelling at me the next morning. Still, though. I canât believe youâre seventeen and havenât even had a sip.â
âI mean, itâs not a big deal,â Noah muttered.
âNot a big deal?â Max barked out a laugh. âMate, by seventeen, Iâd already figured out my go-to drink order. Vodka tonic. Not classy, but it got the job done.â He leaned in, his grin borderline mischievous. âWeâve got some work to do.â
Noah held up his hands, shaking his head. âOh no. Youâre not turning this into some wild âhow to liveâ project.â
Max raised his eyebrows, mock-innocent. âHey, Iâm just saying. Gotta live a little.â
âMaybe I donât want to end up like you,â Noah shot back.
Max laughed again, but this time it came quieter, almost thoughtful. âTrust me, buddy. Nobody ends up like me. Now, come on. Two more sets, and then Iâll show you how to make a proper protein shake. Donât worryâI wonât spike it.â
Noah snorted, shaking his head as he got back to work. It was just another morning, another disagreement, but Max couldnât help feeling like they were inching closer to something real. Something like family.
By the end of the week, Noah was starting to think his dad was running some kind of unofficial competition.
On Monday, it was Marie. She was Monegasque, blonde, and talked like she was auditioning for a perfume ad. âBonjour, mon cher,â sheâd purred at Noah, ruffling his hair like he was ten. Max had barely noticed her leave, too busy scrolling his phone for his next big sponsorship deal.
Tuesday brought Yasmin, a Brazilian model who walked around the apartment in Maxâs oversized shirt, pretending not to notice Noah glaring at her from the couch. Sheâd tried to make conversation, something about school and books, but Noah had just shrugged until she gave up.
By Wednesday, it was Clara, who had an annoying laugh and kept calling Max âbabeâ like theyâd been married for years.
Thursday was a whirlwindâtwo girls, both of whom Max forgot to introduce. One of them waved awkwardly at Noah as they left, heels clicking on the tile floor.
By Friday, Noah wasnât even fazed. He sat at the kitchen counter, eating cereal while Max brewed coffee, shirtless and looking entirely too smug for a guy running on five hours of sleep.
âHow?â Noah finally said, his spoon clinking against the bowl.
Max glanced over his shoulder, eyebrows raised. âHow what?â
âYou know.â Noah waved vaguely toward the hallway where yet another pair of heels had disappeared moments ago. âThem. How do you...?â
Max chuckled, shaking his head as he poured his coffee. âNot that complicated.â He took a sip, leaning against the counter like he was about to deliver some ancient wisdom. âThey like fast cars and big dreams. Iâve got both.â
Noah squinted at him. âYeah, but donât they know what theyâre getting into? Like...youâre not exactly giving âdad of the yearâ vibes.â
Max laughed, the sound echoing through the kitchen. âOh, they know. Trust me, they all think theyâre the one whoâs gonna âchange me.ââ He set his mug down, smirking. âSpoiler alert: theyâre not.â
Noah frowned, stirring his cereal. âDoesnât it get old?â
âWhat?â
âThe whole thing. Girls coming and going. Donât you ever want...I donât know, something normal?â
Max tilted his head, studying him for a second. âNormalâs overrated. Besides, why are you so interested? You got someone back in the States?â
Noah snorted. âNo. Not unless you count my English teacher who used to give me extra credit just to stop talking in class.â
Max grinned, pushing off the counter. âSmart kid. Learn from me, thoughâdonât waste your charm on teachers. Save it for someone who can actually keep up.â
Noah rolled his eyes, standing up to put his bowl in the sink. âYouâre insane.â
âAnd yet,â Max said, raising his coffee in a mock toast, âIâm still your dad. Crazy how that works.â
Noah shook his head, walking out of the kitchen. But as he headed toward his room, he caught himself smirking. Max was a messâthere was no denying that. But, annoyingly, there was something kind of fascinating about watching him pull it off.
He had to give him some respect. Three time world champion but he lived his life like an unbothered bachelor that didnât have a multi-million contract under his belt.
Two days later, Max was standing in front of his wardrobe, trying to decide between a black shirt and a white graphic tee. He ended up tossing the black top onto the bed, shrugging into the white tee. His phone buzzed on the nightstandâa message from the group chat reminding him that their table was already reserved at Jimmyâs.
Max grabbed his watch and headed toward the living room, adjusting it as he walked. Noah was sprawled on the couch, scrolling his phone with the kind of disinterested focus only teenagers could pull off.
âYou wanna come?â Max asked casually, pulling his car keys from the counter.
Noah didnât even look up. âIâm seventeen.â
Max leaned against the doorway, a smirk tugging at his lips. âAnd Iâm Max Verstappen.â
Noah gave him a deadpan look. âYeah, thatâs not how laws work.â
Max stepped into the room, tossing his keys in the air and catching them with one hand. âRelax, kid. Youâre with me. No oneâs checking your ID.â He raised an eyebrow, adding, âUnless you want to stay here and eat more cereal while Iâm out having the time of my life.â
Noah hesitated, sitting up slightly. âWhat, and hang out with you and your harem of club girls? Hard pass.â
Max grinned, crossing his arms. âItâs not just girls. My friends will be there. Good music, good drinks, a little chaos. You could use some chaos.â
Noah snorted. âI donât think I fit your âchaosâ aesthetic.â
Max walked over and clapped a hand on his shoulder. âThatâs the beauty of it. You donât have to fit. You just show up, keep your head up, and let the good times come to you. Trust me, kidâitâs not rocket science.â
Noah looked at him, torn between scepticism and curiosity. âAnd if I hate it?â
âThen you call it a night, and weâll come back. No harm, no foul.â Max shrugged. âBut at least youâll know what youâre missing.â
Noah sighed, running a hand through his hair. âFine. But if anyone tries to buy me a drink, Iâm out.â
âDeal.â Max grinned, slapping him on the back. âNow, go change. Youâre not wearing that.â He gestured vaguely at Noahâs hoodie and sweatpants.
âWhatâs wrong with this?â
âItâs not wrong; itâs tragic. Go put on something that says, âIâm seventeen, but I could still be cooler than you.ââ
Noah rolled his eyes but got up and headed toward his room. Max leaned back against the couch, chuckling to himself. This was either going to be a disaster or the most fun heâd had in weeks.
Fifteen minutes later, Noah emerged in dark jeans and a plain black t-shirt. It wasnât flashy, but it worked.
Max whistled. âThere you go. Almost looks like you know what youâre doing.â
âDonât push it,â Noah muttered, grabbing his jacket.
âAlright, kid,â Max said, swinging an arm around his shoulders as they headed for the elevator. âWelcome to the good life. Try to keep up.â
Jimmyâz was everything Noah expected and nothing he was prepared for. The place was loud, packed, and drenched in neon lights that pulsed to the bass of some remix he didnât recognise. Max walked in like he owned it, breezing past the bouncers and slapping hands with a few familiar faces on his way to their table.
The VIP section was cordoned off with velvet ropes and framed by floor-to-ceiling windows that looked out over the city. A couple of Maxâs friends were already there, leaning back with drinks in hand, laughing at some story one of them was telling.
Max clapped a hand on Lando's shoulder, said something about ordering another round, and then turned to Noah with a grin. âAlright, kid. First drinkâs on me.â
âI thought I wasnât supposed to drink?â Noah muttered, looking around nervously.
âYouâre not supposed to get caught drinking,â Max corrected, flagging down a waitress. âTwo rum and cokes. Easy on the rum for him,â he added with a wink.
Noah sat awkwardly, trying to ignore the curious glances from Maxâs friends. When the drinks came, Max slid one across the table. âHere. Cheers.â
Noah picked up the glass and took a cautious sip, immediately grimacing. âThis tastes like gasoline.â
Max burst out laughing, nearly spilling his own drink. âYeah, itâs not exactly a milkshake, but youâll get used to it.â
Noah frowned but kept sipping, each drink slightly less terrible than the last. By the time the glass was empty, he didnât hate itâbut he definitely wasnât in a hurry for another.
âAlright,â Max said, leaning back and draping an arm over the back of the booth. âTime for your next lesson.â
âLesson?â
âYeah.â Max grinned, nodding toward the dance floor where a group of girls was laughing and swaying to the music. âHow to get a girl.â
Noah blinked at him. âIâm seventeen.â
âAnd youâre eighteen in three weeks,â Max shot back, smirking.
Noah raised an eyebrow. âHow do you even know that?â
Max sipped his drink, looking almost offended. âI pay attention. Iâm not that bad of a father, you know.â
Noah snorted. âDebatable.â
âHey, come on,â Max said, leaning forward and pointing at him with his glass. âIâve got three weeks to turn you into someone who doesnât spend prom night sitting in the corner playing Angry Birds. Let me work my magic.â
âI didnât go to prom,â Noah mumbled.
âExactly my point.â Max gestured to the dance floor. âNow, watch and learn.â
Noah shook his head, but he couldnât help smirking. Watching Max in his element was like watching a lion stalk the savanna. Ridiculous, over-the-top, and somehow annoyingly effective.
Noah leaned back in the plush booth, his gaze flicking nervously between the drink in his hand and the dance floor. âThis feels illegal,â he muttered under his breath.
Max, already halfway through his second rum and coke, let out a loud laugh that turned a few heads. âIllegal? Weâre in Monaco.â He gestured broadly at the glittering club around them, as if the name alone erased all laws. âThe girls here donât care how old you are, as long as youâre pretty enough.â
Noah raised an eyebrow. âAnd what if Iâm not?â
Max leaned forward, smirking. âYouâre my son, so of course you are. Trust me, kid, youâve got the genes. Now, you just need the confidence to back it up.â
Noah rolled his eyes but couldnât help the faint flush creeping up his neck. âYeah, sure. Because confidence is something you can just magically summon.â
âExactly,â Max said, snapping his fingers like it was that simple. âItâs all in the attitude. Look, you donât need to be the smartest or the funniest guy in the room. You just need to act like you know something they donât. Makes them curious. Curiosityâs half the battle.â
Noah stared at him, unimpressed. âThatâs the dumbest advice Iâve ever heard.â
Max grinned, sitting back and gesturing to the waitress for another round. âAnd yet, here I am. Multi-millionaire. World champion. Living proof it works.â
âYeah, but youâreââ Noah hesitated, then gestured vaguely at Maxâs whole presence. âYou.â
âExactly. And youâre half me. Which means youâve already got a head start.â Max leaned in, lowering his voice like he was letting Noah in on a secret. âHereâs the trick: donât overthink it. If you go out there looking like youâve got something to prove, youâll scare âem off. Just...be cool.â
âCool,â Noah repeated, deadpan. âGot it. Thanks for the groundbreaking advice.â
Max smirked, pushing his chair back and standing up. âFine. Donât believe me. But if I come back with two numbers before you even finish that drink, youâre buying me breakfast tomorrow.â
Noah shook his head as Max strolled off toward the dance floor, impossibly confident and infuriatingly charismatic. It was hard not to admire it, even if it made him feel like an awkward kid in comparison.
He stared down at his empty glass, debating whether to order another drink or just leave, when a girl about his age walked past and glanced his way. She gave him a small smile, and Noah froze, his heart racing.
Maxâs words echoed in his head. âJust act like you know something they donât.â
Noah took a deep breath, set his empty glass on the table, and stood up. His palms felt clammy, and every nerve in his body screamed at him to sit back down. But then he caught Max watching from the floor with an infuriating smirk before turning to whichever woman he was talking to this time.
Donât overthink it, Noah reminded himself. Just be cool.
The girl was standing near the edge of the dance floor with a friend, laughing at something on her phone. She looked up as he approached, her eyes flicking over him in curiosity.
âHey,â Noah said, trying to sound casual. âYou looked like you needed saving from a bad joke.â
She raised an eyebrow, amused. âOh? And youâre the knight in shining armour?â
âSomething like that,â Noah said, stuffing his hands into his pockets to keep from fidgeting. âOr at least Iâm not the guy who made you laugh like that.â
Her smile widened, and her friend nudged her playfully before disappearing toward the bar. âSmooth,â she said, tilting her head. âDo you use that line often?â
âFirst time, actually,â Noah admitted, his lips twitching into a nervous grin.
The honesty seemed to win her over. They started talkingâlight, easy banterâand before Noah knew it, she was laughing at something heâd said about his dad being a âprofessional bad influence.â
From the booth, Max had a clear view of the whole thing. He nudged Lando, grinning like a proud idiot. âLan, look!â He pointed toward the dance floor. âThe son of a bitch did it!â
Lando squinted, then let out a low whistle. âDamn. Didnât think he had it in him.â
Max chuckled, crossing his arms as he leaned back in his seat. âHeâs my kid. Of course heâs got it in him.â
Noah returned to the table a while later, looking flushed and slightly dishevelled. His lips were swollen, and there was a faint lipstick smudge on his cheek.
Max raised his glass in a mock toast. âAtta boy!â
Noah slid into the booth, trying to suppress a grin. âDonât make it a thing.â
âOh, itâs already a thing,â Max said, slapping him on the back. âYouâre officially part of the club now.â
Lando smirked. âBetter keep an eye on him, Max. Heâs almost got more potential than you.â
âPotential? Heâs a damn prodigy,â Max joked, laughing. âFirst drink, first girl, all in one night. Kidâs got a better batting average than I did at his age.â
Noah rolled his eyes, but he couldnât help smiling. As much as his dadâs teasing drove him crazy, there was something undeniably cool about seeing Max so proud.
âAlright,â Max said, clapping his hands together. âNow that youâve got your feet wet, letâs see if you can do it again.â
Noah shook his head, laughing. âNot a chance. Oneâs enough for tonight.â
âFair enough,â Max said, leaning back with a satisfied grin. âBut just so you knowâyouâve officially graduated from boring.â
For once, Noah didnât argue.
the end.
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AITA Steddie Au Part Three
Part Two
Hello! Sorry for the delay! This week was very busy with student conferences and my own midterms so I haven't had a lot of time to work on this. This is more of an interlude building up to bigger things, but I hope you enjoy it!
Also! Get in the comments if you have any ideas of an actual name for this series so I can stop calling it AITA Steeddie Au. I can't think of anything good đ
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Eddie takes Steve on that second date.
And then a third and a fourth and eventually he stops counting because he's seeing Steve as often as he can between their jobs and other responsibilities. He feels high off it, giddy with possibility and hope for this new thing that he's never had before.
Eddie has done relationships before, a couple of times. A small handful of boys and girls he took out on dates and tried his best to woo all went up in flames one way or another, but none of those relationships left him feeling so gone so fast. He felt like he was always holding himself back from giving himself up completely, too afraid of falling without a safety net to reach for that deep devotion he's always craved.
Steve makes him feel like they're plunging into that unknown together.
Still, no matter how much he's been trying to avoid it, the looming specter of what the hell to do about his friends is looming over his head.
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"Are you fucking serious right now dude?" Eddie asks, a complicated mix of righteous anger, humiliation for himself and Steve, and complete disbelief at Gareth's unwillingness to back down from this making it increasingly difficult to keep his cool.
"Look man, all I'm saying is that Steve is like, the complete antithesis of literally everything we stand for. He's a nepo baby business major who's never had an original thought in his life! I would know! I've read one of his papers." Gareth says, forced nonchalance coloring his tone and riling Eddie up even more.
He rears up, shoulders pushing back and hands grasping at the air like he could pull down his frustration from the either and condense it into a solid ball he could lob at Garteth's head to finally knock some goddamn sense into his brain.
"Hey, hey, hey. Okay, Eddie, I'm really sorry about this. It was a fucked up idea, I don't know what we were thinking." Jeff interveins before the frustrated banshy noises Eddie is letting out turn into another yelling match that won't get anyone anywhere.
"I think we just got too caught up wanting to help you get out of this rut and it all turned into something completely insane. You don't gotta forgive us Eddie, but if there's anything we can do to try and make up for it, we'll do it. Isn't that right Gareth?" Jeff pointedly asked with a look that says agree with me right now or else.
Gareth doesn't say anything.
The thing about all of this that Eddie just can't wrap his head around is the why. Why would his friends, his sheepies, do something so cruel? He knows none of them have ever looked kindly at people like Steve. Too many traumatizing high school humiliations behind them all to trust when someone who looks so much like all the guys who bullied them in high school tries to reach out, but Gareth and Jeff have never tried something like this. In fact, it's used to be Eddie doing most of the anti-jock revenge planning back in the day, even if nothing ever actually came from it.
He thought, incorrectly it seems, that they had grown out of the worst of it by now. It's been three years since Garteth graduated, and five since Eddie made his final attempt, and leaving their hometown behind did a lot to heal old hurts.
So why this? Why now?
"Is this seriously how it's going to be man? You won't tell me what the fuck any of this was really about and you're not even going to try and apologize? Seriously?" The righteous anger is starting to seep out of him, leaving behind a bone-deep exhaustion.
Gareth just continues to stare at him defiantly, not saying a word.
Eddie pinches his nose and takes a deep breath, "You know what? Fine. Whatever. If this is how it's going to be then I'm out. Jeff, I'll talk to you later, probably not for a little bit though. Gareth?" The other man lifts his head from where he'd been looking down at his shoes. There were tears in his eyes, just a little bit but enough for Eddie to clock it. Face red from some unnamed cocktail of emotions Eddie doesn't have the energy or desire to interrogate right now. "Call me when you're ready to grow the fuck up. I've got a second date to plan."
With that, Eddie turned on his heel and made for the open garage door.
"What about the band, man?!" Gareth called.
Eddie kept walking.
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That was over four weeks ago.
He hasn't spoken to Gareth for most of that time. The first couple of days he blew up his phone with angry to half-apologizing texts that Eddie promptly ignored. After the second day, he sent a single text back letting him know he didn't want to talk unless he had a real explanation and apology to give both him and Steve and that he was going to block his number for a little while. He could let Freak know if he was ever ready to talk like adults. Eddie trusted him to tell if Gareth was being genuine.
In other news.
Waking up to strong arms secured around his naked waist is fast becoming Eddie's favorite way to start the day. He and Steve slept together for the first time last week, and since then it's like neither of them can get enough of each other.
"Hey, baby." Steve rasps in his ear, tilting his head down to smear sleepy kisses onto his shoulder. The hand that was resting against his ribs meanders its way down to the trail of hair under his navel, scratching just a little and making Eddie feel like a contented mutt. He's not sure if he should feel horny or like he could sink into the mattress and sleep for another full 8 if Steve keeps holding him like his.
"Mornin' sweetheart." he says deciding that a couple more hours of sleep is definitely the way to go. Steve, it seems, has other idead.
"What you thinkin' about this early in the morning?" He asks, hand continuing to scratch lazily at Eddie's stomach like he's not completely destroying Eddie's will and ability to focus on anything but the warm body behind him.
But it's been a long time coming, and as much as he doesn't want to, Eddie needs to start thinking about what he wants to do about his friends? former friends? estranged family? band and Steve deserves to be a part of the conversation.
Eddie sits up, bringing Steve up with him to rest against the headboard. "I've been thinking about the band. Gareth and Jeff, that is." He pauses, waits for some kind of reaction that doesn't come. Steve looks concerned, but not in the way he thought he would.
"Ok." Steve responds, waiting for more.
"I guess I just don't know what to do." He looks out into the middle distance of Steve's bedroom. Takes in the display of swim, basketball, and baseball trophies displayed proudly on a shelf, catching the early morning light. "I'm still so fucking mad. It's honestly kind of irritating how mad it makes me to think of what they did. It was so fucking stupid."
Steve hums a little, letting Eddie get it out.
"But at the same time I can't help but fucking miss them. Miss the music and the campaigns and everything else." It's honestly been eating him alive, the mix of anger and longing he's been feeling for his friends. The constant longing to go back in time and stop them from concocting this shit show but also, like, stalk Gareth to his 8 AM Business class so he can run into Steve and they can fall in love at first sight or some shit.
Silence.
Steve shifts. Moves so he can look Eddie right in the face. He looks thoughtful in a way that Eddie had to get used to. Sometimes when Steve is thinking hard about something, he scrunches his face in such a way that it makes him look like he's judging you. He isn't, it's just an unfortunate fact of life that his baby has a resting Judgemental Faceâ˘.
Steve heaves out a big breath, bringing Eddie back down to earth. "I mean, I don't want to, like, cloud your judgement or whatever but maybe you should try and talk to them one more time. Jeff appologized right?"
And, ok that's definetly not what Eddie was expecting to hear. It must show on his face because Steve is suddenly looking away, embaraced.
"I just..." He trails off, taking his own turn staring out at the dull shine of his old acomplishments. Eddie watches as his face once again turns pensive as he stares harder at the remnents of his high school acheivements.
"I used to be a pretty shitty guy. Did the same kind of shit your buddies did a couple of times." This isn't necessarily news to Eddie. They've talked a little about who Steve was in high school and how much work he put into himself before he decided to go back to college. It's still a bit of a shock to hear, though.
"So I get how someone can make a mistake like that, y'know? So if you want to try and talk it out, I won't be offended. I know we're in this together, now." Peace said, Steve reaches for Eddie's hand and gives it a squeeze.
It hits Eddie again, just how good Steve Harrington is. It hasn't been long, not really, since they got together but they've fallen together so completley, so easily, that it's easy to forget that there's still so much they have to learn, so many layers for Eddie to peal back. Behind every judgemental remark and complaint about the frequent phone calls he gets from chuldren he used to babysit in his hometown is a man who cares deeply and is capable of great forgiveness, even if it hasn't been earned yet.
Eddie squeezes his hand back.
"Are you sure?" Eddie asks.
"Yeah, it's not we have to totally forgive them, right? But I think you need to get a real answer from both of them about why it happened. Maybe you can find a way past it, maybe they'll say something that puts the nail in the coffin." He responds.
Eddie takes a deep breath, and thinks.
Steve is right. Eddie isn't satisfied with any of the answers he got last time, and he knows that there has to be more to the story than "trying to get Eddie out of a rut" and he's not going to be able to put any of this to rest until he understands.
"Ok, yeah. I'll call them." Steve gives him an encouraging smile at that, rubbing the back of Eddie's hand where they haven't let go yet.
"Good, I'm glad. And I can come with you if you want. Hit em from both sides." he says. Eddie think's he'll take him up on that offer, but right now he had more imporant things to do. Namely, tackling his sweet boyfriend onto the mattress and having a mid morning tousle.
"We'll see. Right now I've got more imporant things to do." He says in his best aproximation of a sultry voice. He doesn't know how good it really is, but it seems to work based on the way Steve's eyes get hooded and he looks down at Eddie's mouth.
Gotcha.
Before Steve can lean down and kiss him, Eddie snaps his hands down to his boyfriend's sides in a well executed tickle atack. Steve immedietly jolts and starts howling with laughter, yelling between breaths that Eddie is "a fucking asshole" as he continues his relentless atacks.
Eventually, Steve manages to regain his bearings and go on the offence, turning them over and trapping his boyfriend's hands beneath his knees so he can atack Eddie's equally ticklish sides.
Once the late morning has passes into early noon and they've both settled back into Steve's signifigantly more rumpled be, Eddie takes one more moment to think about the furute to come before he shelves it. He knows that whatever conversation is to come, it won't be easy, and even if things go as smoothly as possible with Gareth and Jeff, things will never be the same between them all.
Looking down at Steve, who is sporting the most outrageous bedhead in human history, laughing at the stream of reals Robin sent him in the middle of the night, he thinks he'll be okay either way.
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Face Sitting with Eren
a/n: hey guysâŚ.sorry for not posting in so long, Iâve been having reader block for so long. Like seriously Iâve been just putting of writing for like 3 whole months now. After the voting I did start writing the FaceTime call smut story with Eren but I literally just donât know what to add so Iâll try to get it out before the end of November.
Since Iâve been keeping you all waiting for so long Iâll just post this to make up for the long wait.
I was also asked to post an Armin twitter link so that will be out soon too.
Cw: Oral sex f! Receiving
âAre you sure about this?â
He could hear the doubt that was lingering in your voice. Nervousness and shock was spread throughout your face as you look below him.
His lips brush against your softly as you grind on his lap. You feel his warm his gliding up the sides of your body slowly, holding onto you tightly as if you might slip away.
The kiss was passionate and slow. A smile slowly creeped onto his lips. He was going to ask for something. You just know it.
âBabyâ. Can we try something new?â
And now youâre here hovering your slick over his face. The embarrassment rushes over your face as you imagine what you probably look like.
âIf I wasnât sure I wouldnât have asked you and donât feel pressured into doing this, we can stop if you wantâ.
âNoâŚI want to try itâ.
His face now had a big smile planted on his face. âOk so sitâ.
He was laid flat on his back on the bed you both shared. âWhat if you canât breathe?â
âIâll tell you if I canât breatheâ.
âWhat if Iâm too heavy of what if you get hurt?â
He found it cute how flustered and worried you were getting. You were asking so many questions, to many in his opinion.
âBaby, I promise if anything doesnât seem right Iâll stop you right away. Ok, donât stress over it so muchâ.
You take a deep breath before nodding your head yes.
You slowly lower yourself onto his face. When you finally lay fully on his you feel his arms wrap around your thighs.
The air from his nose was slow and steady.
You gasped when you felt warmness lap at your clit. He tongue licked at your clit slowly, teasing you for his pleasure.
The thought of sitting on your boyfriendâs face and there being a possibility of killing him or injuring him somehow frightened you.
You remember âif I need to breathe Iâll tap youâ Erens words.
You fully let your weight sit on him. The feeling was weird. You could feel every time he shifted his head. His nose bumping your clit every now and then.
He licked and sucked at your clit sooo slow, it was driving you already into a frenzy. His nails pierced your skin once he got a good grip and pace.
You slowly start to ruck your hips forwards and backwards riding his face. The friction of rubbing against his tongue was started to become a little overwhelming.
Your hips started to become steady as you moved faster on his face gripping his dark brown locks.
The feeling of your most sensitive part of your body on top of his face made you and eren have feelings youâve never felt before.
It was a sense of connection that was yet so intimate at the same time.
That warm heat was building up so quick, youâve never experienced almost coming un done so fast. Leaning yourself more back you rubbed at Erenâs strained cock in his pants.
He shooed your hand away when you fingers started to trace the hardened outline of his cock in his pants.
His cock was straining and begging to be touched or get any source of release. Pants that were once loose become tight from his hard cock. Pre cum was starting to stain his pants from being so turned on by your beautiful and soft moans slipping from your lips.
Your hips move faster as you felt your orgasm approaching fast, grabbing onto your tit you twist your harden nip that makes you moan louder.
He held onto your legs tightly as you started to squirm from the warmth in your slit that was starting to grow more and more.
Your legs began to shake from overstimulation. The firing surge of your orgasm whelmed through your body, feeling hot and heavy as a breath you didnât even know you were holding was let out.
You rolled onto the other side of the bed panting heavily. Catching a glimpse at Eren his cheeks were flushed red, his nose down to his chin was covered in your arousal. You watched as he licked his lips and looked over at you.
âDid you like it?â He asked between each breath.
You nodded your head as a smile creeped onto your lips. âWe should do that again sometimesâ. You said shyly.
âLetâs do it againâŚright nowâ.
Itâs pretty short but Iâm surprised I even finished it
Anyways I hoped you enjoyed
#Spotify#aot#fanfic#one shot#eren aot#armin aot#eren smut#eren yeager#eren x reader#eren jaeger#eren jeager x reader#eren x you#eren jeager smut#aot smut#reiner aot#aot x reader#aot fanfiction#jean aot#levi aot#snk x reader#snk fanfiction#snk smut#snk eren#anime smut#ao3#ao3 writer#ao3 fanfic#eren yeager x black reader#female reader
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Objectively incorrect!
This is Schrodinger, from Hellsing.
Now I've been bewitched by that charming devil for over a decade now, and nothing about him can even vaguely be connected to transfeminity unless you think "kinna twinky boy?" is a transfem thing, which, wow, very transmisogynistic of you.
But could he be an anomaly? Let's try and see if there are more examples.
Convenient!
Not getting a very transfem vibe from this guy.
Oh, is this one wearing some kinna corset?
Oh, no. Just a weird anime jacket thing.
Seems solidly like a boy to me.
A flamboyant and camp boy to be sure, but I'm again going to have to ask if that's your definition of transfem.
my boi should be number one CBR you bunch of hacks
Definitely, unambiguously a man, although CBR notes he does not posses cat features in human form. While you assert that "catboy" is distinct from "boy with animal features," it seems that what people consider a "catboy" actually varies quite a lot, as "with animal features" need not even be part of it!
wearing womenâs clothes (often specifically a choker, thigh highs, and a skirt)
Pretty guy-lookin. I guess he's wearing a choker. That's transfemininity, right? Wearing chokers?
"Comedic effect" or not, the HxH fandom has rolled with it and made a ton of fanart of him catboy'd up, and in none of them is he even wearing the Choker of Transfemininity.
Well, I've never seen Fruits Baskets, but it seems like they've hit us with another boy that doesn't have cat features.
Oh, wait.
Yeah, definitely a catboy!
In conclusion, Catgirl-Foreskin your lack of knowledge about otaku culture is galling and I think the most appropriative thing here is your URL because you've clearly glommed onto the idea of "catgirl" without actually knowing anything about the actual culture the catgirl developed in.
Actually, hey, wait a minute.
Something I just realized. Like I literally went this entire post just accepting the premise that the idea of a catgirl originated with transfems, but...
That's obviously incorrect?????
Oh my God. Okay.
I'm sorry Catgirl-Foreskin, it's really rare I get this far into dissecting someone's post for how dumb it is before I realize the foundational logic is completely broken on every possible level. Cute moe catgirls were a thing in anime way before traps. They were always a thing completely separate from whatever 4chan was doing. Holy shit, this is so uncomprehending of basic pop cultural history.
Please learn anything at all about anime before you call yourself a catgirl you extremely, shamefully ignorant person. Like literally, I'm taking your catgirl license away, you have to change your URL to Doggirl-Foreskin within 24 hours. In a month I'll give you a written test to see if you can earn it back.
no, but seriously, you should actually feel humiliated by this
I will say though the catgirl/catboy one is a poor example compared to the other examples you listed. Kemonomimi and like generally the idea of a person with animalistic features have existed for ages and have never really been a gender-exclusive thing? Unless there's something you meant that I'm just not getting? Fwiw I agree with you I'm just confused by that one.
Much like how âguy who is feminineâ is distinct from âtrap/femboy/sissyâ which are a specific transmisogynist archetype, âcatboyâ is distinct from âguy with animal features.â The âcatboyâ is an iteration of the previously mentioned transmisogynist caricatures. It is not just âguy with animal features,â it is ââtrapâ with animal features.â It is always young, skinny, feminine, white, wearing womenâs clothes (often specifically a choker, thigh highs, and a skirt).
When people started drawing popular streamer Jerma as a âcatboy,â it was not drawings of Jerma with cat ears, it was Jerma as a âtrapâ with cat ears, and when he dressed as one on stream, it was in a womanâs shirt, choker, and skirt. Those arenât things associated with animals theyâre clearly invoking something else, and in both instances the goal is the hypersexualization, degredation, and caricaturization that comes with transfemininity.
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Oddly, I find myself inspired to talk about Scott/Emma today.
I want to disclaim first that I actually really do enjoy the Scott/Emma ship. I think, at their best, they were amazingly good for each other. I think she was the partner he needed at a time when he needed to be harder and more ruthless, less yielding, for the sake of the survival of their people. I think he helped her remember the good person that she;s always been capable of being, despite her anger, rage and pain, and made her want to be that person again.
But I will never not be frustrated by so many aspects of how the relationship began. And I'm going to get into them below the cut.
(Content warning: I'm going to discuss violation, victim-blaming, and sexual assault/rape.)
So, let me talk about my first frustration:
I will never be able to stop my knee jerk reaction whenever I see someone, in character or out, call it a "psychic affair", when it goddamn well wasn't.
(New X-Men #131)
What it was, was a case of therapeutic abuse. He went to her FOR THERAPY. The "affair" was conducted in the course of therapeutic sessions. This isn't just malpractice, something that, were Emma a real person in the real world, would cost her her license.
In the State of New York, real world, what Emma's doing is a prosecutable crime. Because a patient, in the course of therapy, has diminished capacity to consent.
And look, it's not that I think this is a deal-breaker to their future relationship. The X-Men are fucked up. We all know that. But it is irksome to me that, to this day, this is referred to as an "affair", and not a single character has ever pointed out that Scott was not actually a consenting equal partner here, but a victim.
(In retrospect, maybe THIS is the first initial sign that Hank McCoy was slowly drifting to the dark side, because I cannot imagine a man like DOCTOR Henry McCoy, of this era and before, not being seriously aware of and passionate about the ethical responsibilities that a doctor has to his patients.)
It's probably fair to note the Doyleist elements. It is possible that the writer/artist team never intended this to be as violating and victimizing as it is. But I am skeptical of this. You can't tell me that the people who wrote and drew THIS SEQUENCE:
(New X-Men #128)
did not know they were writing Emma as a sexual predator here.
(I have seen folks bring up the "defense" that Scott was a fucking idiot to go to her for help, as though that in any way excuses her actions. Surprise! Someone who has been recently traumatized does not make wise decisions! That is entirely shocking! It's almost like he might not be in a position to consent to a sexual relationship with someone claiming to act as a therapist!)
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You know what's even more frustrating though? The shit Scott gets for the actual START of their relationship.
You remember how it goes? Jean's dead. Scott is at her grave, mourning. Emma goes to him with an offer - a relationship and a co-leader position at the school. He accepts and there's that infamous making out at the grave scene.
It's awful! It's completely understandable that this turns off a lot of folk both readers and in character.
Except that's NOT what initially happened.
THIS is the scene as it initially, actually happened:
(New X-Men #151)
So yeah, THIS is what actually happens. Emma makes her offer. Scott says no. He leaves.
But THEN we get a whole storyline with future bad things happening, and well, apparently someone gets the idea that there's one really good way to avoid all of that mess happening.
So in New X-Men #154, we get this:
And the same scene again:
The exact same scene. Same place, same dialogue, same time.
But what's Scott's response:
It's really hard not to read this as anything but Scott having his "No" literally rewritten to a "Yes" by a future version of his own wife.
And here's the thing, this isn't a meaningless action. Scott takes a LOT of shit from a LOT of his friends and family for this decision. Not just taking up with Emma so early after Jean's death, but also where it happens. THIS IS JEAN'S GRAVE after all.
Rachel, his DAUGHTER, is furious. She basically disowns him outright, switching to her mother's surname and costume. It isn't until the End of Greys (meanspirited bullshit of a story worthy of another rant someday), and their shared grief, that they're able to reconcile.
Hank, probably the closest friend he has at this time, is utterly disgusted. And so many others have similar reactions.
Look, it can be frustrating to read and talk about X-Factor because, in my opinion, so much of Scott's choices are mischaracterized and taken out of context. But at least those are CHOICES that he actually made.
This wasn't a choice! This was an incredibly fucked up act of spousal rape by proxy committed by a hypothetical future version of Jean, where all of the negative consequences fell on the victim's head. Both victims, really, because Emma was not a willing participant in the violation of her new partner.
And what makes it so much more frustrating is that this will never be addressed. There is, I think, a very slight chance that one day an actual, ethical therapist or Doctor might hear the story of the affair and point out "actually, no, that was actually something terrible that happened to you."
But no one is ever going to learn the truth here. Why would it even come up? Scott and Emma have been longer as exes (Krakoa polyamory possibilities aside) than they've been together. Jean isn't the same Jean, she's as innocent of this as young Hank is of any of Hank Prime's crimes.
So this will never get addressed, ever, and I will seethe eternally at yet another example of unjust treatment toward my favorite character. And I can't even be mad at the people involved this time (unlike AvX!) because he DID what they're mad at him about.
It's just he DIDN'T initially, and it's so frustrating.
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Again, i don't intend this rant to reflect on Scott and Emma as a pairing on the whole. As I said above, I think, on the whole, the two have been very good for each other. I like the weird whatever-it-is they had going on in Krakoa.
(I could have done without that X-Men Blue storyline where she tries to psychically force baby Cyclops INTO adult Cyclops, but that's a rant for another day. I was really glad to see her back as a proper anti-heroine in Rosenberg's run later.)
I just hate that these darker parts of their origin have never been satisfactorily addressed and it will always bother me.
#scott summers#cyclops#emma frost#this is probably not a post for shippers though I do not mean it as an attack on the ship
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What do you think of people saying âKataang had a downward spiral in book 3.â?
I saw that video called âget in losers weâre stanning zutara.âthat claimed that, along with many other people who are anti Kataang.
"The people who ship the two characters that barely interacted the entire show and hated each other for 90% of it think Kataang not always agreeing means the ship is having a downwards spiral" And? Why should we care?
I genuinely don't see how anyone could think book 3 Kataang was bad. Literally my one criticism of it is the forced Ember Island drama that so clearly only existed because of that stupid rule of "Main couple can't get together until the last second of the last episode". There were so many sweet, meaningful and even ICONIC moments happen that season.
Aang staring at Katara in awe when he learns that she literally brought him back from the dead. Katara making it very clear through her talk with Hakoda that she doesn't WANT to separated from the people she loves (bringing closure to Aang's Guru conflict).
THE HEADBAND DANCE AFTER KATARA IS JEALOUS THAT AANG IS GETTING SO MUCH ATTENTION FROM OTHER GIRLS!!!!!!
Aang immediately crushing on the Painted Lady and helping Katara blow up a factory. "You're my forever girl." The kiss before the invasion and Katara cuddling up with him after it. Katara trusting Aang's instincts when he says he wants Zuko to teach him firebending but it only happening after she gave him the greenlight because her opinion is everything to him.
KATARA THREATENING TO MURDER ZUKO IF HE EVER HURTS AANG AGAIN!!!
Aang letting Katara take Appa, one of the last connections he has with his pacifist culture, on a mission to kill someone (which he fundamentally disagrees with) simply because she needs to go on that journey and he KNOWS Katara will eventually realize, on her own, that she's not killer. Katara explicitly telling Aang that she doesn't think of him as a little brother she has to take care of.
KATARA CHOOSING TO KISS AANG AND BE HIS GIRLFRIEND IN A SCENE DELIBERATELY ANIMATED TO LOOK LIKE A COUPLE KISSING AT THEIR WEDDING!!!!!!
If that's a downward spiral, what does a winning-streak look like? Them still being together in every other post-show material that came out through the years, and being confirmed to have spent decades married, and having kids and grandkids?
Oh wait, they did that too, my bad.
Seriously, even before I grew to like Kataang as a ship, I would have been OVERJOYED if some of my non-canon and/or non-endgame ships in literally ANYTHING got even HALF the good moments Kataang had in book 3. Downwards spiral my ass, motherfuckers are just jealous.
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wow i love twitter sm.
on a serious note - i think it's funny to portray women not wearing make-up as silly and childish when you're the one apparently caring so much about what other people are doing to their faces.
ask yourself: why do you find bare faces not appropriate for formal events? why does it bother you to see a woman without makeup? how does it effect you? why do you think it effects you?
you're so insistent that there are no societal pressures at play, that women are doing this exclusively for themselves and for the joy of it - then where does this urge to force it on women who don't find joy in it come from? why does it annoy you to see women in their natural way of being? it's a choice, but also there's a right choice, apparently, and anyone stepping out of line shoud be promptly shamed into submission. right?
"a little (whatever) never hurt anybody" okay and neither does a bare face. grow up.
#mona mona mona#anti beauty culture#anti beauty industry#anti makeup#feminism#radfem#every week i see some variation of âevery woman should know how to do (specific kind of makeup)â or âi can't take grown women who don't do#seriously" or straight-up shaming women for the crime of having a face and not painting it over to start over#also this attitude that âit's only little xâ you say that about everything!!!!!!!!!!! a little of this here and a little of this there and#bit of this and that. that's a full face babe!#also i literally don't care! i don't give a shit about how litte whatever i don't want to do a little of anything. at all.
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I also want to comment on some of the *judgments* about him, with which I disagree, and add my own.
Yes, I've been doing *analysis* a lot lately Just give me some time I've been saving all this up since 2013Â And I won't rest until I say it all In my personal blog lol
*Sulley cheated at games just for himself, It was a purely selfish act*. No, not just for himself. Because before that he literally defended Mike in front of the dean, and sincerely believed in him, but after her words *do you really think he's scary?* he began to doubt. Yes, he did all this so that everyone could get into the scary program, including Mike. Yes, he did a bad thing (which he already regretted a thousand times), but he did it not only for himself, otherwise the scene between him and the dean would not have existed. If he didn't care, he wouldn't have protected Mike, or tried to train him, he would have just done what he did. *That conversation between Mike and Sulley (lake scene) is meaningless because Sulley doesn't understand him*. He honestly admitted that he doesn't understand him, and honestly responded to Mike's claims that *everything comes easy to monsters like you, no matter what you do, you always win*. As it turns out, no? Everyone needs to try to achieve something, even when you have talent. If Sulley didn't try himself, he would not have achieved anything. And he admitted that everything in his life goes wrong, only because of him, and nothing can just happen if you don't try. So the reproaches about this scene are pointless, they both expressed their point of view and both understood each other. *After fear was replaced by laughter, employees are now working overtime, Sulley is a bad boss*.
I don't really agree. This is not the moment when you get a ready-made business and you just do exactly what was done before you, this is a business from scratch, there is a complete restructuring, and this takes time, besides, no one is forced to work here. Seriously, what can you expect in a situation like this, when you don't have enough workers, and the management demands FAST results. Especially when you were made a boss on someone's whim, and now you have to clean up all the mess. In the future working hours should return to normal. By the way, he also works overtime. And also my personal opinions on why I didn't like some of the scenes from maw related to him: 1. That episode with baseball, I still honestly don't understand why everyone, including Sulley (who suggested it himself), got mad at Tylor, who literally did what he had to do. Some weird childish grievances, he suggested it himself, and he himself got offended. 2. With all due respect to the scene with the *revelation* of Tylor in the eighth episode, it was very strange.... Everyone just went and believed that Tylor did all these crimes, and the company does not even have banal security cameras? Sulley just believed all the accusations and did not even think that they could be false? Considering that he KNOWS Tylor, and they have a good relationship in general. To all this I can only answer one thing, do not blame the character for a lazily written script... Everything happened so conveniently, just so that the script would work out as it should. It's a children's series, no one will ask questions, right? And this applies to ALL the characters in the series, which is why I sincerely hope for a sequel in the form of a full-length film, and not a continuation of the series.
At least with writers who care about how they portray the characters and the franchise.
đšA few thoughts about Sulley, why i like his character and his relationship with Boođš
(personal opinion and views, I can say the most predictable basic things, and yet I want to express my personal feelings, it's corny but it's honest work)
(also a lot of words..and doodles)
I apologize in advance if I expressed myself in some way unclear or incorrectly and for grammatical mistakes, since I am not strong in english ")
Personality and appearances:
All of the Monsters Inc. characters have great designs that complement their personalities perfectly, and Sulley is no exception.
I LOVE how his design perfectly captures his character. He has soft and sharp features, just like he himself can be *soft and sharp* at the same time. He has a gentle nature, but under the right circumstances can become formidable and even dangerous. In other words, I like the fact that while he is calm, you may forget or even not know HOW scary he can be in the moment, that is, exactly until he HIMSELF shows it. A great way to show a character's kind nature without forgetting who they are and what status they have in their world.
I olso like that he is not a *perfect do-everything-right* protagonist. He is impulsive, he listens to himself and his opinion is based on his own considerations, often incorrect or risky.Â
People can say that only at Monsters University Sulley is so *rebellious* and only does what he wants (hinting at how calm and humble he is in the first film as opposed to the prequel) and, based on my personal observations, I can say that he is ALWAYS like this, he acts for his own reasons, and yes, he acts from considerations of *do what is right*, but what is *right* everyone understands in their own way.
For example, like when he risked his and his best friendâs life/career for the sake of a human child whom he had known for a couple of days, or when he cheated at games and then goes to save Mike from the human world. Always impulsive decisions based on feelings and oneâs own understanding of what is *right* at the moment.
He also thought that it would be right if he was in the company of high-status monsters and behaved the same way as them (because his family and those around him expect this from him, I believe), and he realized that he was wrong only when he understand (and saw) that he could be himself and that he canât judge everyone by their appearance and *status* (specifically in that scene when Mike secretly brought everyone to the MI in order to show the uniqueness and dissimilarity of each monster)Â
What I mean is that his worldview is always changing based on what he sees and feels, and he always acts based on his personal understanding of what is right and don't, which I find actually a very interesting character trait for a protagonist (not that it's super rare, but still).
Also how many different emotions he can express, from joy to rage, I always liked characters with a rich *baggage* of emotions, and who at the same time do not irritate, do not become hysterical with or without reason, and who simply use emotions at the right moments, not going too far, that is, not capricious and not *drama queens*.Â
Another small detail I really like is the fact that Sulley is very aware of his physical strength and never brags or uses it unnecessarily. He is VERY strong, and somehow communicates and contacts with the smallest creatures without any problems, and does not even really use his full strength in a fight, only as self-defense or protection of another.
I also see a lot of different opinions about his prequel version, but honestly? I only started to like him more after university. He was shown from a completely different side, as was his development from who he was to who we know from the first movie. Showed what kind of character he is without Boo. What he thinks about, what he worries about, what kind of relationships he builds, his goals, what did it take for him to get to that point in his life that is shown in the first movie. Love how he went through his arc from "worst to best", how he accepted and realized his mistakes, and how he gradually became attached to those who are dear to him.
(the way he expressed himself to Mike at the end? Being the only one who told him the truth, while highlighting his virtues, thereby showing how attentive he is to those around him and how much he values ââââthose who help him)Â
Although Iâm not really a big fan of the prequel, and I also think some scenes from there are little...questionable, and how Sulley turned out different from the version from inc, but in GENERAL I can connect these two images together, I can understand why Sulley behaves this way (given his problems with family and self-esteem), and how in fact it fits with him as an adult.
I can also say that in general I like the way he is written in Monsters at work, despite the fact that he and Mike donât play a special role for the series, Iâm just glad that he act's like himself and hasnât been spoiled, heâs still trying to make the right choices in life, dealing with a situation that he never even thought about or was ever prepared for, and I just like the little funny moments with him.
Of course, you can't do without *questionable scenes* and sins (and animation ")), but overall I'm quite pleased.
(and I noticed that the writers kinda combined his images from mu and mi, big fan of this decision)
Overall, we have an interesting, well-written protagonist, with excellent design, a great movie as a solo film, and even prequel/series as a good bonus.
Why I think his relationship with Boo is so beautifully written:
First of all, I like the way they met for the first time.
Namely, HOW Sulley reacted, because we know that children are not only *toxic* for monsters, they are literally consumables for them, without feelings, without any rights, which means do with them what you want, your conscience will not torture you.
But Sulley never harmed her, although he could have used any means to get rid of her, because at that time he did not perceive her as a *person*, and still acted with caution. Tried to calm her down, cheer her up, and even sang her a song before bed, although he shouldnât have even tried?
He understands that she is a living being after all.
And he actually care about this *creature*, he himself decided to bring her home, stayed up all night making a costume for her, he even realized that she is a girl and referred to her correctly all the time, and not as a *thing* (even worried that she was in the men's locker room? ")).
I just love the fact that he treats Boo well INITIALLY, he doesnât hate her, he doesnât think sheâs a burden that needs to be gotten rid of.
He truly begins to worry about her when he finally becomes attached, but even at the very beginning he treats her tenderly as possible. And itâs just very cute to watch how they gradually get closer and Sulley becomes more and more attached to her, which makes him openly ignore all the advices of his best friend, whom he listened to and supported unconditionally before. He begins to worry about her so much that he no longer pays attention to everything that happens around him, he doesnât just want to get rid of her quickly, but wants to protect her and do everything possible so that she gets home safely, and does not end up in wrong hands. And this attachment became SO strong that he was ready to leave his friend alone in the human world, risk his life saving her, and he no longer cares about HIS position and condition, she became his number one priority, and this is very damn touching honesty.
And, of course, THAT ONE scene, key to Sulley's development as a character, a scene, where he accidentally scares Boo.
A moment, where his whole consciousness is turned upside down, all the experiences that he went through became meaningless, and the work to which he devoted his life turned out to be cruel exploitation, in addition, a huge feeling of guilt, which will be difficult to get rid of for a long time, and everything that was important in his life ceased to have value, everything except the safety of this one *thing*, the *thing* he shouldn't have felt anything for.
I really love this scene, it perfectly conveys the mood of what happened, when you feel pity, compassion and understanding for both sides.
(you'd think that Sulley stop scaring kids just because of this scene, but honestly? Iâm more than sure that it would be difficult for him to do this after meeting Boo, after what he experienced with her, it would be difficult to continue working in this direction)
And one of the best details for me is the fact that this event does not remain without a trace for the characters, this experience has consequences, they don't just continue to live as if nothing happened, Sulley realize that people are also living individuals with feelings that should not suffer, as a result of which he not only changes himself, but also changes his environment for the better, considering that the majority simply will not understand him, he considers it his duty to do something to somehow change and influence the situation (even without the fact that the energy of laughter is stronger than scream), and never again connect his life with what he feels guilty about.
The final scene with them is also so touching.Â
The way Sulley says goodbye to her, knowing that he will never see her again, everything he had to go through for one single moment.
Betrayal, discovery of a conspiracy, expulsion, a quarrel with a close friend, disappointment in himself and his life, he even almost lost his own life several times, and all this was experienced in order to bring home one little girl.
And I'm just sincerely glad that they didn't end there, all this time I wish I had seen at least a little short with them (because I just have to squeak with joy every time Boo is mentioned in the series :"))
I know that the first movie ended perfectly and there is no need for a sequel, but as a fan Iâm too weak :)
Honestly, this is the shortest and most general âessayâ I can write about him as a character, if I had my way (and enough strength/knowledge in english) I would describe every key scene with him.
So, thatâs all, I'm glad I was able to express my thoughts about a character that is important to me, at least in this format, and if you read to the end, thank you for your attention! đđ
(still waiting for a full-fledged sequel from Pixar and hope that it will come out acceptable...)
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yall are about to piss me off by not having any PASSING basic knowledge of the way the u.s. military manipulates its recruits into joining by typing up one of your uninformed, unresearched, unempathetic, individualistic, unbelievably annoying posts about how 100% of the people in the military ended up there because they just Love America So Damn Much! they're extremely mature and informed at time of recruitment, they can totally leave anytime they want, they totally had tons of other avenues in life they could've taken, there was no rush at all to get income as fast as possible, and everyone in the military also totally is part of the combat divisions and personally enjoys being IN the military very much, big believers of violence. everyone in the military is shooting guns all day, that's how that works. they LOVE BLOODSHED. also I love the "amewicans haha" twang to this type of shit because you're actually TOTALLY stealing our Thing, which is turning systemic issues into Individual Issues. Instead of talking about the powers that be, it's so Personal Choice up in here. It's, "well you shouldn't have done it then. I totally wouldn't because I know better." you don't wanna talk about the military industrial complex as a whole, and you don't want to talk about recruiters, you just want to pin the blame on Specific Individual People one-by-one, as if they're responsible for the system that they're being ground up in. someone was in the military? bad person, no matter what. it's easier to believe that, I guess, than to acknowledge that Normal People (with high school educations) are manipulated and incentivized into joining a system that is Bad. at like age 18. but yeah no that 18 year old should have just been smarter lol haha anyway here are some screenshots for no particular reason
side note this reply of someone going "umm just get loans and go into a high paying field it's easy XD" as a direct response to someone trying to explain how most americans joining the military are being funneled in that direction out of a need for money.
and another person who Decided that americans join the military just CLENCHING their teeth thinking of other people, and not thinking completely selfishly about their own selves and their own income/housing/healthcare.
#I had a longer post w more bullshit in it but ukw nobody's even gonna read THIS one. so.#dumb ass cunts seriously LMAO just the individualism of it all....#we're all just selectively forgetting that most people join the military straight out of high school / after failing to kickstart#their lives so they don't know shit yet and they are categorically not educated and don't have money#you NEED money and have been groomed by recruiters ALREADY into believing this is#The Best and Only to make a survivable amount of money without a college education-- bc they can't afford college btw#and they don't want to take on student debt either bc everyone already knows what a big fuckeroo that is#recruiters WILL DO ANYTHING TO GET YOU TO JOIN. they will KEEP CALLING YOU. they'll answer your questions#to make it sound like this is going to be a GREAT life decision. you can get all KINDS of jobs (true)#they love to say the thing about how only about 15% of the military will actually see combat in any way#they love to list all the jobs where you will literally just be working at an office or a pharmacy or in tech etc etc etc#the recruiters are offering housing healthcare steady pay and BONUSES if you sign on for longer.#so you let your guard down because you were so scared of the actual fighting. BECAUSE YOU'RE 18 IN THIS SCENARIO BTW.#you cunts will not meet anyone who hates the military as much as people who are NOW DONE working in the military#you don't know enough when they get you and then either you stay placated by the benefits or you scramble away as fast as possible#the number one military haters are people who know what goes on bc they already did it#source: I LIVE NEXT TO A MILITARY BASE LMAO PEOPLE HATE IT HERE!! they are NORMAL PEOPLE#I need you to get it into your head that the people committing atrocities in war were NORMAL when they joined#and that for every person in the military who's actively shedding blood there's 20 who do PAPERWORK#and they both are being put in the same category by you!! and they are BOTH being controlled by the same system!!#sergle.txt#I hate yall I really do.
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so. i've been thinking probably way much about bucky's attachment/abandonment issues bc they're soooo loud to me like he clings to people so hard!!! he wants to be chosen!!! him asking gale "did you miss me?" after spending objectively not that much time apart half joking but half sincere bc he's used to people getting tired of him and leaving so he has to make sure.
And it makes gale saying no to london even more of a Big Deal. and paulina leaving him the morning after even when he asked her to stay!!! and lil kissing him but getting with dye!! and once again feeling rejected in the stalag when gale won't leave with him, won't even entertain the thought of it !! andddd not having anyone writing him letters, possibly not even his family for reasons we don't get to know but probably are a big part of why he has attachment issues
i've already said this but i'll say it again even though he's confident/cocky at times he doesn't... like himself . or has a lot of regard for his own life which we literally see in the show. he was Capital S Suicidal â bc of the stalag obviously but come on he drinks like crazy and gambles and smokes even before things get Really Bad. and the plane wing sceneeeee you don't goad your friend !! not even a random person but a Friend into hitting you if you're a well adjusted individual. And he was ready to give up fr when gale went down. he did not want to bail out with brady!!! AND him risking his eye to get gale a bike (which while yeah crazy yaoi moment . to me also ties into him needing to be wanted/needed so people won't leave him) so yeah clearly not huge on self preservation which at least in my perception is something that stems from self hatred
all of these rejections (even if justified at times) are probably a series of blows to his perception of himself/sense of self and just reaffirm to him in his head that he's not good enough and he is right to expect to be left by the people he loves. and he tries to stop that by clinging as hard as he can and not being expendable/replaceable. but if they do leave he can rationalize it because if everyone leaves him clearly it's his fault, he's the one lacking â which feeds his recklessness and self destructive coping mechanisms even more
#once again he would've loved liability by lorde.....#am i reading too much into a character from a pretty mid show? yeah maybe. it's fun tho so who cares!#ANYWAY i've been circling this in my head all day#if i forgot any scenes of him being rejected pls lmk#i wanted to do a rewatch to check but i have literally no free time atm so đ#also i know i'm not like reinventing the wheel here or anything a lot of this is literally Text. it's In The Show.#I JUST WANNA TALK ABOUT HIM ALWAYS#john egan#mota#pls i'm rereading all this now hours later while high and it sounds so dramatic i'm crying I CAN'T TELL IF IT IS OR NOT#i just lowkey can't take myself seriously bc it's a fucking rpf ww2 show i'm obsessed with solely bc of the yaoi#well if it is dramatic pretend it's not idk#Also again if you disagree that's cool . it's just how i perceive him
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i think there is a very special category of "most dense mfer in the world" for people irl who somehow misgender me (and continue to misgender me) despite me wearing multiple layers of men's clothing, cutting my hair short, not shaving, binding my chest and wearing a very visible and big he/him pin on my bag. disrespectfully: how the actual hell did you fuck up that badly.
#like surely you can take a hint as to what gender expression i'm going for. surely.#at this point they have to be doing it on purpose. there's no way you can look at someone who is obviously presenting as masc this much and#-be like ''eerrmmm are u a she'' on accident. no way#unless they think i'm butch??? but also like???? the pronoun pin????? the trans pin?????? HELLO??????????#is there some kind of secret sauce these people are picking up that i don't know about or something. am i missing something#because there's no fucking way i could be missing anything with a literal he/him pin#are people just like.... not being very perceptive????#it happens online too??? somehow??????#my pronouns are one of the only immediate pieces of information someone could get from me online. how the actual fuck.#i'm gonna have to put my pronouns in my username in online games at this point đ#i'm convinced cis people don't know how to take a hint or something. in any situation#i'm kidding...... or am i?#but seriously though it's as if i gotta hold up a giant sign that says ''I'M A MAN I GO BY HE/HIM'' just to be gendered correctly#it's especially annoying when people continue to misgender me after hearing my voice cause like. i know it's not the lowest voice-#-in the world but SURELY you can decipher something from someone who's on his way to sounding like australian critikal#it's also confusing because i pass to all my friends. and yet. strangers somehow don't get it.#(maybe that's why my friends are my friends and the strangers aren't /jjjjjjjj)#anyway yeah. very annoying#trans#transgender#transmasc#trans man#transphobia#trans issues
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#iâm bored i just wanna see how many words i can put in the tags like will it just keep going on forever or will they stop me like i know th#the tag limit is 30 ok so the iindividual tag limit is 140 characters thatâs actually so rude i wanted to keep going forever and see how lo#g this could be but i guess we can do this 30 times ok what the flip should i talk about hm i was playing the guitar today but i rage quit#ause the song was hard and hurting my fingers! ermmmmm it was sunny ok this is boring letâs think of more exciting things to type hmmm acco#ding to all known laws of aviation- jk iâm not doing the bee movie script but can you imagine i think that would be funny hmmmmm words i lo#e podcasts so bad thatâs a fact no one has ever know before my blog definitely isnât all about audio dramas the people are definitely not a#ready aware of this jesus christ this is only the seventh one of these this is actually quite a lot of space i underestimated how much i ha#e to type btw thereâs probably spelling mistakes in here somewhere or autocorrect has been annoying but i cba to retype anything so i donât#care lolllllllllllll how do you feel about oscar malevolent i feel a normal amount actually (lie) yk what i really miss sam and colin alrea#y like iâm actually not okay i really hope we hear from sam again in s2 and also colin ngl i hope ur in the computers soz or not dead miss#im like a bastard my paranoid it king ok erm im running out of things to say um heartstopper s3 was crazy good i cried lmao i love gay peop#e so much itâs crazy i hope it gets renewed for s4 i need to reread the comics lowkey and the books theyâre all so talented for being so yo#ng it scares me ngl !!!!!! the tmagp hiatus is getting to me slightly like february in reality is soon and not that far away for how podcas#ts go but seriously how am i supposed to live until then without knowing what happened. please colin be alive. ive only just realised i can#use fills stops. sorry thatâs made everything a bit messy. i shouldâve been doing this before. whoops. anyways. hi mutuals i love you all s#much i hope you enjoy my rambles and shitposts cause i enjoy yours very much! never think youâre being annoying i literally donât care be a#annoying as you want posts as much as you want i am ur biggest fan <3 im getting a bit fatigued from typing like my mind is blank basically#now itâs just turned into a. stream of consciousness but i donât really have any thoughts to put here idk if weâre halfway ermmmm omg itâs#lmost halloween how crazy is that time is flying by i kinda forgot it was october lmao. itâs wild how itâs basically almost christmas. like#what. thatâs illegal. how is it wintertime again. what the flip. i miss summer already take me backkkkkkk. i hope my phone doesnât crash or#smth cause iâve not saved this as a draft and i cba to do any of this again. maybe i should save it. ok i will when i reach the next tag bc#ok it stopped me but iâve saved it and holy jesus itâs a lot of text im just sat here giggling thereâs really no point to any of this other#than me being bored sooooooooooooooooo (imagine if i just did the letter o for every character wouldnât that be crazy) so wait thereâs 140#haracters and 30 tags so whatâs 30 x 140. someone hurry. i havenât done maths lessons in two and a half years iâve forgotten everything wai#let me get the calculator app ok im back it said 4100 characters so. i dont know how many words that roughly is but its. a decent amount. o#what the flip why am i wasting tag space with maths. i hate maths. my screen time has been actually soooooooooo bad recently like damn some#one put my phone in a block of ice please joshua gillespie style. my mind is running out of things to say. do i talk about myself. im james#im 18 which is weird cause wdym im an adult go away. ive run out of facts. i love podcasts and procedural dramas that stupid firefighter sh#w is my life unfortunately. i think chappell roan should be the queen of england instead of king charles. i dont like having a king cause#ho needs men in power not me. ok um this is the last tag equal rights for all. yolo. the time will pass anyways! thank u boredom ok bye gn:
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#i dont think i will ever be able to tell if im bi or gay or or#shucks mannnn compulsory heterosexuality makes me immediately sick#and in the literal sense too#like i was at my friend's wedding and brought a guy (a friend of mine or acquaintance more like. i just thought he is a good fit for#wedding party. and he was)#but all my friends were immediately like. as soon as he went to the bathroom. they were going ' you should 100% date him'#'he is a good husband material' 'we could finally go on double datesđ¤ '#right after i felt so sick i thought i was gonna throw up#i mean it might be the alcohol kicking in but i just find it funny that i felt it after they said all that#two of my friends wanted to speak in private with me and were like 'is he..? are u considering him AT LEAST?'#i know they had no bad intentions. quite the opposite but years after years i still get sad (understatement tbh) abt it..#another part of me knows that this is my fault bc i should've just communicated that i am not comfortable about such comments and#that i (surprise surprise) might not be straight! and that this isnt any default sexuality#buuuuuut how do i tell them this when i honestly dont feel like telling them so that i am able to figure things out on my own terms. i mean#one of my friends kind of knows and i never ever said anything to confirm nor deny anything xjhstwfy why is it so hard#on the other hand. yesterday for the first time i kind of got the feeling that it doesnt matter and that either way i will find happiness#SOME DAY maybe and i dont have to say anything and i can just not take their ~advice seriously and go on about my life#mine
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i continue to find ii3 baffling. why did they make it (this isn't to hate on the season, i'm genuinely curious)
#melonposting#this isn't meant to be ii neg by the way. i'm just confused about AE's writing choices#i don't remember if they ever said explicitly? at the very least i haven't heard an official answer#i don't think it was initially for any plot reason. my theory is that it's for the same reason bfb and tpot split#the episodes were taking really long to make and they wanted to go back to regular lighthearted uploads. which is understandable#so while ii2 was cooking they could still post new ii episodes with reasonable frequency#but that also raises so many questions#the biggest: why the hell is mephone here#seriously i know people like mephone but i'm sure having a different host wouldn't turn literally everyone off#and mephone hosting this show causes so many strange easily avoidable problems#like the screwy timeline. mephone ditches his show for what he experiences to be years and yet ii2 is continuing like normal#only a day has passed for them. why? maybe they'll try to explain it#in any event if ii3 had a different host this wouldn't even be an issue#but then they made ii3 really plot heavy for mephone which then ended up screwing itself over#the season justified itself as being mephone trying to escape from his problems#and he goes through character development to address all of his baggage and how much of a jerk he can be#that suddenly makes what seems to have been meant to be a lighthearted offshoot season into an imperative piece of his character (bizarre)#which would inevitably make his return to ii2 really weird cuz that would mean he had his redemption arc basically off-screen#but then they didn't even do that????? in the new episode mephone is still his old bastard self. nothing like late ii3 mephone#which means that they're effectively retconning ii3's plot out of existence. as it is ii 15 barely acknowledged anything specific from ii3#but this in particular is especially absurd. ii2 can continue like normal only because they're acting like ii3 never happened#which is just insane to me. why even give mephone character development in ii3 to begin with???????#why does ii3 even exist????????????????????? his character development is literally the in-universe justification for the season#i'm so confused#i'm just glad ii2 can proceed like normal :thumbsup: but these are seriously some puzzling writing decisions
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#I need time to properly sit down and write what I mean#but I think this trailer just solidified the loustat getting together this season more than anything#keep seeing takes on Twitter (and I know I shouldnât take a soul on Twitter seriously)#about how ~if youâre expecting monogamy tough luck~#and like? yeah I do though this makes that even clearer???#lestat is going to be fucking around with groupies and stuff because heâs miserable??#he literally hates himself???#and so the arc of the season being rooted in#lestat is a mess and heâs figuring out how to stop being a mess while thereâs other mess going on#and a key factor is being loved so we get loustat and we get that burst of happiness and love for a bit#then snatch it away at the end of the season#rip it from them not because of their own failures this time but outside sources#and ruin them both#because Akasha has come for Lestat and sheâs taking him away#idk that just makes SO much sense
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