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I can't promise anything up today but I have sat down and started setting up a lil bit for round E so it's on it's way
#i have been so tired#real life shit be exausting#but im tryin to have propoganda out hopefully tomorrow#mod hera#robot update
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The thing i hate about the fact of putting politics on the qsmp is that is IMPOSSIBLE to discuss it without the dicussion being dismissed for being just "minecraft roleplay" or people acting like its actual real life politics
And it sucks ASS because EVERYBODY on the fandom/on the qsmp is getting INTENSE culture shook because of how shit work in the other peoples country (4halo fight is literally the best exemple) and then when people try to explain (mostly non americans because americans think we SHOULD already know their politics) using real life politcs because WE CANT SCAPE
Like unfortunaly putting references of political stuff on the ficcional seting is gonna get compared with the real life stuff
Its EXAUSTING!!!! Because nobody is understanding the key thing that politics are VERY diferent from country to country even if they have a similar history
Like brazil has MULTIPLE political partys and we vote using eletric urns while in the United states there is only two political partys and people vote on PAPER
Also it shows how some of yall dont know SHIT about politics of other countrys (with is OKAY i will not hate on you for that) and makes the discorse annoying
Anyways im basicly just vanting and tired
Sorry
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jayce is gonna have a breakdown from exaustion and its gonna end up w him hurting himself in the end. that boy has too much on his plate! fck mercy forever idgaf how dare u put all this on your SON! grief never goes away but you have to make an effort to get your life together and not have it consume you. unfortunately something bad is going to happen with jayce so mercy can get a wakeup call and snap tf out of it!
Mercy is gonna Mercy at this point but I have to say that the concern for Jay's mental health is real. College is hard, it seems like there's always a final, or a term paper to edit, or presentation board to stab yourself in the thumb on. then he's the sole employee of the record store AND he has a whole girlfriend. Now this? How much more can he take before he completely loses his shit? Haven't we been slowly watching him lose his cool with his mom?
I just feel sorry for him.
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I gotta get this off my chest and it’s not tecnically syscourse but here we go
Ive been faking my plurality for a few years
Been faking to everyone, online, my gf, even in therapy. Been diagnosed with DID by a real professional and she doesnt know Im faking
Idk why Ive been doing this. Ive always been so fucked up and alone my whole life, no real interests, no hobies or passions, no friends, estranged fam, working a job that I hate which hardly pays the bills. There is something srsly wrong with me. A few years ago I learned about plurality online and decided to psych myself out about it and Im now in treatment for it, been in treatment for a couple years now
I got some real mental problems but DID probably aint one of them. I pretend Im plural cuz it helps me feel less alone I guess. “Recovering” from trauma I dont have gives me something to hold on to and focus on
Been making up shit to say in therapy but idk its so easy for me to convince myself that shit that never happened actually happened. Ive always been prone to psyching myself out about shit and convincing myself of things that arent true for some reason. So its literally been feeling like Im actually doing trauma work in therapy and connecting with parts and shit when Im not even traumatised at all
This shit is exausting but at this point its all I have and Im in to deep. Coming clean now will destroy my already super small support system. So guess Im just gonna keep up this charade fiorever
I just wanted to tell someone, anyone. I know what Ive done is horrible. Im literally the guy fakeclaimers warn about and it eats away at me but at the same time Im used to living like this and even tho it sucks I kind of like it. Its like a fake answer to my problems that I gave myself and explains why Im such a failure ha ha
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Girl, being a chrobin shipper is so exausting because you're either dealing with super misogynistic people who hates f!robin for being "in the way" of gay chrobin or with huge homophobes who loves to bring up lucina to invalidate m!chrobin and really think that male friendships are under attack? (and a lot of weird people who just feels disgusted if you dare to imply that their virtual husband might be bi and like dudes too?) Like, when will we be free? 😭
Oof yeah I feel this one hard. I don't see a lot of people talking about F!Robin being "in the way" necessarily, but people can get really mean and aggro about their glee when she doesn't get crossover stuff instead of him (as if that's some kind of new or revolutionary treatment of player characters split by gender, lol? when has the male avatar ever been favored??? as if he doesn't already get the lion's share of crossover content when they decide to give things to only one of them?) and making big gloating claims about how she's been decanonized/passed over for Chrobin content, and stuff like that? But also if we commission art of the content for ourselves that's bad too? Okay. IDK. I empathize a lot with people who are excited to get content / ship tease for the m/m version of the ship that wasn't possible in the base game. It's not lost on me why that's exciting. I just wish people weren't so god damn rude about F!Robin in the process just for...existing? Lol. Any time M!Robin gets something it somehow circles back around into being time to dunk on F!Robin and how inferior they think she is. Even with the legendary there was someone going on about how awesome it was she could never get a title like that (which was hers first lmao) and a lot of rubbing in how he's "supplanting" her in Chrobin content, THANK GOD etc, the Valentine's unit had people mad she was there at all and trashing her for being "ugly" and just existing in proximity on the banner, so on and so forth. And there's a lot of "only straight people would ship this" which is really frustrating as a woman who isn't straight. I just fucking like female player characters. Assuming that someone's ship(s) translates directly to their real life sexuality is garbage for everyone.
And then yeah on the other end people act like M!Chrobin broke into their house and stole all of their guy-guy friendships out of their hands and then peed on their dog or something. The sanctity of dude friendships will survive gay shipping, actually. It's fine. And the Lucina bit is so fucking old. There's plenty of ways in real life for two men to have a kid, let alone in a magic universe. Like do you have any imagination at all lmfao. Surrogacy? Lucina coming from a different timeline, which Awakening explicitly has? That gender change potion that gets brought up in a Sully support? There's tons of options for how to think out how it could work if you stop for a few seconds. The only limitation is being a joy killer who wants to remind people they couldn't play this option in the original game without hacks.
Anyway I don't think we'll ever be free. I'm trying to read the tags less and block more liberally so that I can have a more peaceful time but I'm unfortunately prone to searching things I know will frustrate me just to have a bad time for...I don't know why I do that but I'd like to stop. But I don't think we can really change fandom, we can only change how we interact with it and what we look at.
I did make the below image the other day (and then neglected to post it because I'm trying to be more positive, lol) thinking about how M!Robin fans have made me incredibly tired of M!Robin, but I hate how people are shit about M!Chrobin and dump all over the fans just having a good time with it, and I end up feeling alienated from a lot of different corners from people I supposedly share a ship with, so I feel you, anon. It's especially sad to me that this springs out of something that is supposed to be fun. It's good to remind myself that fandom is low stakes nonsense when shit gets heated, but it doesn't make me feel less sad about it in the moment.
Anyway, truly the mood for the F!Chrobin-only shipper who ended up that way because I have a preference for female player characters and can't fucking stand how M!Robin fans talk about F!Robin who nonetheless dislikes how people barge in on M!Chrobin fans having fun to be awful to them:
p.s. bisexual Chrom forever they can take that from my cold dead claws. And also he has chemistry with Gaius too so like it's not even just a Robinsexual thing, he's just bi. End of story for me.
#me yesterday: I need to turn around my focus in fandom spaces and start being more positive#because I'm just becoming such a debbie downer I'm annoying myself at this point#me seeing this ask: oh it's time to unleash
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things i wrote at 15(ish) that are just textbook compulsory heterosexuality
When I say I like someone, do i really mean it? Everytime I’m exausted or depressed I tend to find myself a reason to keep going. Today’s reason is a poor fucker who’s only fault is being kinda cute and treating me kindly. In my head I have this distort picture of being a couple. If i’ll have a boyfriend everything will finally go right in my life! I could vent, he could comfort me, we could have fun and do all those things couples do. I don’t even know if i would like being in a relationship.. it looks like a full time job. We’ll have to go on dates, text for every stupid thing, and i don’t have time to fit a boyfriend in my schedule (especially a long distance one)
I think i was barely out of middle school when i wrote this.. you go girl get it I guess
So really, it was never about him as much as what he represents -the male gender maybe, maybe society, maybe just an imaginary hierarchy I made up-, and even then it was not really about that as much as my incredible need for approval to be someone I always had all the rights but never the courage to be.
Conclusion about me not giving two fucks abou the guy I liked for one year getting together with another girl. In highschool
Or maybe I never liked him in the first place. Quite the plot twist if you ask me, finding out that it was yet another boy I relied in hope to be fixed, making the amount of real people I genuinely liked up to zero if we don't count all my confused feelings for girls I am way too much comfortable with, you can hug her without fear of judgment while your two pair of boobs press together and she slaps your butt and you, touch starved piece of shit, are wondering how much time you can squeeze out of this soft creature before it's annoying/creepy/inappropriate.
The closet is literally made of glass. Also highschool.
I prayed that time. I prayed every night to be saved from my own sadness. I prayed that someone would save me by falling in love with me and showing me I was not worthless. Boy after boy I obsessed with them, their presence constantly on my delusional mind, because if there was a hope, even a small one that I could have one ally I was sure to be on my side and tell me that I am beautiful and the most wonderful thing ever happened to him then you could have been sure I would have gripped that hope with my claws and teeth. God never gave me a boyfriend.
Recalling my lonliness in middleschool where I picked and chose boys to obsess over.
I wonder if it's wrong that my dream is to slay men with a flip of my tangled, unkept hair when I pass near them. I wonder if this need of being the cause of a boner it's my desire to win the system at its own game or me being already part of the game and losing. I wonder what it feels like, to be so beautiful people want to fuck you. Do you feel powerful? Or do you feel like a piece of meat waiting to be beaten?
Just trying to understand why I so desperately needed to bee seen as something attractive to men, and asking myself if that would have made me happy since I grew up fat and ugly and thus i never had such experience
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Uh... Fuck no. I never thought it would be easy
Sorry to be a party popper, the sign is funny, but It's just not fucking true
I was 12 years old when It finally hit me that I was meant to be an artist. I had been wondering what the fuck I could do with my life becouse everyone else already had an answer when they were asked what they wanted to be and I didn't.
Someone had to EXPLAIN to me that not everyone enjoys reading and writing, nor do they have the same artistic skills I did from an early age. It was news to me.
Until then I just didn't understand why I seemed to struggle with shit others could pull off much easier, for some reason I seemed to be below them in developement or something.
I was so happy, so excited, so relieved when I realiced that was the answer, and right away shit hit the fan
Ever since I was 12 FUCKING years old I have been told that I couldn't do It, that It would be nearly imposible at best, that I would end up under a bridge, every success dismised as unimportant, every failure waved in my face as proof that I couldn't do it
Guess what: It worked. They won. I have up. It was simply too hard. I think I was 18 or so when I bought the lie that I simply couldn't be an artist and I had to get a "real" job
And you know what happened? I couldn't concéntrate on my studies becouse I still struggled with things that seemed to be easier for most other people, and when I doubled down and managed to pass the course I still couldn't get a decent job. And when I did as told and I stopped complaining and worked hard and managed to get a normal job It still didn't pay enough
Meanwhile, the whole time (years I spent without writing or drawing) my brain still worked like that of an artist. No matter how hard I tried to concentrate on working hard and doing as I was told I would still see a fucking sunrise or a reflection in a puddle of water on the street and think "that would look good in watercolors" or "that would make a pretty painting " or "that could be the start of a fascinating murder mystery"
Years after giving up and doing as I was told and working my ass to fit in I came up with nothing but exaustion, depresión and suicidal thoughts
GUESS WHAT SAVED MY FUCKING LIFE
It was the thought that even if I did end up living under a fucking bridge I would still have the beauty of the sunrise and fascinating stories to share with other hobos on the street
Just last year I went back to writing, drawing and even started painting. It's not easy to get by but its giving me more satisfaction and happiness than all the shitty jobs I could get
You don't become an artist becouse you think It will be easy. If you are a real artist you will do art even while knowing you can never "succeed"
Becouse you were born an artist and that is something you can't change. You can choose to pursue art becouse other jobs are simply not worth the shit they pull you through (like me) or you can give up on art and dedicate your life to other things and It will still be there, and you will still do art whenever you can (like my grandmother did, 92 years old and still going to poetry class on her free time just becouse she loves it)
Becouse if you are a real artist, then it will pour out somehow whether you choose to pursue a career or not. Its not something you do becouse you thought It would be easy
I am well aware my personal experience is not universal and there is a whole array of diferent cases and shit afects people diferently but I think I speak for most artists when I say we are sick and tired of being called lazy or that our work is not a real job, or when you finally pull It off and start selling It, suddenly It is easy and it is not worth the money you are asking for it
-thank you for coming to my Ted Talk and sorry for rambling-
writers and artists everywhere all the time
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Long and deep inhale. I am deciding to go on a long rant/ramble/vent/whatever. Its all over the place. I dont know.
IM. I???? ?? I just??? So. Me and my dad had a conversation yes. God, I barely even have the energy to type this out. Anyways. another long conversation about how i should go out and do things. About how i say im gonna do stuff and then dont. Whatever. ""i dont know what to do" is the same thing youve said your whole life". Ok . Yeah . I guess so . And what do i do???? I?? Dont know????? I dont know where change begins. Do i want to change? I'll have to, eventually. I fantasize about having friends, and then i find every single way to get annoyed at any one who wants to talk to me in person. I have like, 0.5 people i enjoy talking to in real life. And like. 2 people i enjoy talking to online. Though i talk to way more. Why am i so selfish? Im not lonely anymore. I should be happy. But instead im just angry. Angry at everyone. Yes, i should go outside and i do want to, but how am i supposed to when being looked at enrages me or fills me with fear or dread. How do i do anything when im so damn scared and so damn tired. I dont wanna go to therapy. I dont think they'll help. I dont know if i want help. I want to be told what to do. I want specific and exact orders from someone i like or something. I dont. Think i want to BE. I dont wanna make decisions or make mistakes or get up or anything. I know thats what life is about. But maybe i dont want a life. I didnt ask to be here. But i cant just kill myself. Thats bad. And people will miss me. But nobody in person.. theyre all in the internet, and that makes me sad. Why cant i form bonds in person the way i do online? Im confused. I hate being looked at and i hate being percieved and i hate being noticed and i HATE being touched and i hate not being able to leave and i just. My internet friends say im full of love, but this is a lie. Im filled with fear and hatred and greed and envy. I hate BEING. when i was small, i would daydream about death. What was it like to die? I asked my mother when i was still allowed to be with her (i miss her), what the least painful way to die would be. I was around 6 or so. Maybe i was born this way. Maybe its all in my head. I dont care. I wanna disappear. I hate responsibilities, but i hate being useless. I cant even say what im thinking in these posts sometimes because i KNOW my thoughts are completely backwards. I SHOULDNT think this way. God, why am i so trapped in my own head? I want to do shit, i promise i do, but its like. Theres never the perfect conditions. Im waiting and im waiting and ive forgotten what im waiting for. "What makes you happy?" "What do you like to do?" You know what I like to do? I like to daydream about my hyperfixations and see things about them. Thats it. Thats the only thing i like to do. Its why i draw and its why i live. Im thinking there should be more, but what more is there? This is all i want to do!! Im fine about fishing and drawing and reading i guess. But like. I get distracted easily. I long for what truly makes me happy, but what truly makes me happy is such a temporary bliss that i know will fade and i know is stupid and i know is a waste of time. Nobody fucking cares about the thousands of scenarios i have stuck in my head about the same character each time. Maybe i need to grow up. Im being lazy, immature. I have all these responsibilities, missed texts and school work, and the mere thought of it exausts me. Nothing is enjoyable!!! I wanna sleep forever.
Saw tjis video. Thought it was relatable. Whayever. My head hurts. As always. I feel myself slipping sometimes. I think to myself "ill be fine tomorrow", but that tomorrow never comes. Its the same thing. Yelling at myself in my head. Stuck. I dont want this. I dont want help either. I dont want help because i never wanted to be fucked over in the first place. Cant we pretend its all normal? Cant we dream for a while longer. Why must i get up. I annoy everyone else to im sure, just as i annoy myself and just as everyone else annoys me. I fear death but i rot in my own living body. Im basically dead. Why did i have to be here. I want to exist in my memories and in my dreams. Why can't my mother hold me again. Its all unfair. I have so many questions, but every answer just brings more. Im tired. The purpose of life is to learn and discover and experience. But im tired of learning. Im tired of this complex game. Theres too much. Too much all the time. It hurts. My throat hurts. My stomach hurts. My head hurts. My feet hurt. My eyes hurt. Fuck man everything hurts me and theres nothing i can do about it. I dont like this. I want to sleep. Whatever.
Its been years. Its been a long 6 years. Its been a long 14 years.
I asked my dad, since he didnt like my halloween costume idea, what HE thinks I WANT to be. He said "normal?". I had to clarify i meant for halloween. Why CANT i be normal. Why must i be weird and different. Not even on a societal level. Other people are different from me because IM different. Other people being different from me makes me not like them. I cant blame others for feeling the same way about me. I miss being friendly to everyone and grateful for every interaction and not being so filled with hate and anger. What do i do. I have to do something. I dont wanna get sent to a ward or something.
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Alright i had quite the moment with my mom.
So, for random stupid reasons i pretty much failed a class, and i explained my mom, and so i got to get some stuff out of my chest and try and explain to her again how i... well experience shit.
And truly i am loosing my mind as i start to finally get that, not everyone feels like this????? Not everyone wakes up tired and can only do like 1 task a day and feels so exausted they can barely sit on a chair and has accepted that they will fail classes and go real slow for the rest of their life???
Some people have ENERGY and have PLANS and GOALS and work all day and get tired on the afternoon but can still go to work in the morning.
Some people arent so acostumed to a total lack of energy that even the greatest motivation cannot shift.
Wild.
So anyways, i am getting a lot more certain i have chronic fatigue or someshit.
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Would anyone like to hear me explain what it's like to learn a laungue not commonly spoken in your country while you have DID?
It's something I've recently realized I CAN do and something I really enjoy. Right now I'm learning Korean and I also plan on learning Japanese and Mandrin in the future. As well as some other languages I haven't fully decided on yet.
#I have a bunch of hobbies but this one is my favorite#I adore talking about it and I dont often in real life#Plus everyone in the system is exausted and could not give 2 shits about this#expecially since im not close to anyone in system#or otherwise I guess#me out here completely alone#-Toby
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For your blurb night, if it’s not too late: actress!reader has had a long exausting few days and Barry takes care of her both in a fluffy cute let-me-help-you-shower-and-make-you-food kind of way but also in a smutty kind of way. Or maybe the other way around and Barry is the tired one in need of some TLC and reader helps him out
I love your writing!
im just drawing shit from real life experience bc why not lolll
warnings: angst, work stress, allusions to anxiety, but just sweet sweet fluff
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You don’t even have to energy to yell out ‘I’m home!’ when you walk through the door. And if it weren’t for the jingling of keys and the pitter-patter of Koda’s footsteps towards you, Barry wouldn’t have heard you come in.
You just want to kick back on the couch and take a breather, but you can’t even do that because you knocked over a packet of half-eaten roasted nuts and your boyfriend’s open water bottle, spilling water all over the coffee table and the carpet.
“Fuck!” you scramble for a rag, breath ragged as your chest tightens so hard, tears start to prickle out your eyes.
“Hey, darling. Are you oka—” he stops in his tracks as he walks in on you kneeling and wiping down spillage and… crying. He softens immediately. “Long day?”
“Yeah.” you snivel, wiping your tear with your sleeve.
“Don’t worry, I got it. I got it.” he bends down to help you clean and then pulls you up to the couch. Gazing at you gently. Patiently.
You look away from him. “It’s okay, I’ll be fine.”
“Wanna talk about it? Or not talk about it?”
And you really don’t wanna complain. Certainly not to Barry, who’d do the scrappiest, craziest things for his art. You’re doing a good project, with good script and good pay, and (mostly) good coworkers… it’s already getting Oscar buzz, even.
But maybe that’s the problem.
“I don’t know. I feel like I just wanna… cry it out,” you grumble as you bury your face into his chest, somewhat comforted by the familiar smell of him and his clothes.
“Okay. That’s fine with me.” he strokes your hair calmly. “Do you wanna… cry it out here or in the bath?”
“Maybe both.”
He bites back a grin —not in a mean way, just in a 'I-feel-you-but-you're-so-cute' way.
“I’ll draw you a bath and then make us dinner, yeah?”
But you stop him. “Later, okay?”
“‘Course.”
And you hold him, breathing in the quiet until the voices in her head grows uncontrollably louder than you need to let it out.
“It’s just…” you start, “I just can’t seem to get anything right, you know? I tried so hard with Zac today and nothing. I was just… a brick wall. And I could feel everyone going, ‘fucking hell, we’re losing time because of this asshole!’ And it sucks, you know?”
He nods sympathetically. “I know.”
And he listens. Gladly. For as long as you need.
#this is real life now bye#barry keoghan#barry keoghan x reader#barry keoghan x actress!reader#barry keoghan fluff#actress!reader#ask ava#ava writes#21dec blurb night
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I posted 2,348 times in 2022
That's 2,050 more posts than 2021!
485 posts created (21%)
1,863 posts reblogged (79%)
I tagged 1,540 of my posts in 2022
Only 34% of my posts had no tags
#luke.txt - 433 posts
#purple dragon jungle juice - 164 posts
#mr sexy - 95 posts
#hey look an ask - 44 posts
#ssp - 36 posts
#greatest hits - 26 posts
#tlm spoilers - 23 posts
#renarinposting - 23 posts
#dalinar - 22 posts
#kowt spoilers - 21 posts
Longest Tag: 139 characters
#man it’s weird having enough interaction with my mutuals to have to give a heads up when i’m gonna be gone. haven’t had to do that in years
My Top Posts in 2022:
#5
I love the absolute zero positive emotions anyone in the fandom has towards Gavilar. Like there are people who really fucking hate Moash but there are a ton of people who love him too (especially on tumblr). All the wlw on my dash wanna get with Raboniel. There are characters that have never done anything positive ever like Sadeas, but at least he’s fun to hate. Gavilar though? Nobody gives a shit about him. The people who have even a smidgeon of opinion about him are like god damn i hate the way he treated Navani and then move on. He is just the boringest guy in the cosmere and what little personality he does have is him being a dickhead
354 notes - Posted March 5, 2022
#4
I hope in a modern au Navani’s relationship to technology is like. everyone in the whole extended Kholin family goes to Navani when they have computer or phone questions and sometimes it’s like Renarin having a very specific bug in his laptop that he wants Navani to look at and sometimes it’s Dalinar going gemheart how do I use email
432 notes - Posted July 21, 2022
#3
Kholins ranked by their willingness and ability to carry my groceries on the long walk from the bus stop to my apartment
Gavilar: would carry my groceries but only because he views me as weak and beneath him. He is doing this to exert power and to flex. 6/10
Navani: would take half of my groceries because “it’s fair that way” but my half would be the half with a gallon of milk in it. Fuck off. 4/10.
Dalinar: depends on the era. Blackthorn era Dalinar would carry my groceries to show off his sick muscles. Bondsmith era Dalinar would carry my groceries because the way of kings probably has a parable about Nohadon carrying groceries to Urithiru or some shit. At any rate, he’s carrying my groceries. 10/10
Evi: would carry my groceries in a heartbeat. Would also fall over from the weight in a heartbeat. She’s trying her best though. Love you Evi. 10/10
Adolin: Adolin has the kind helpful attitude of his mother and the giant strong muscles of his father. He is perfectly engineered to carry groceries and I’ll even let him try a banana afterwards. 12/10
Renarin: Renarin would not actively carry my groceries let’s be real but he would take the bags from me for a handful of seconds while I stop to catch my breath. 5/10
Jasnah: Jasnah would give me a lecture on self reliance and not help and I would be like yes ma’am right away ma’am. 1/10
Elhokar: Elhokar would not be any help at all I would be like hey can you carry my milk and he would be like I Must Become A Better King…,, For My People…… For The Windrunner…… and I’d be like ok! It would be very funny though. 2/10
Aesudan: Aesudan would steal my groceries. 0/10
Gavinor is 5. 0/10
465 notes - Posted May 22, 2022
#2
what is the zellion sweep. i have no clue what it is. help
lets set the scene. its october 2022. tensions are high in the fandom due to a maelstrom of events. we are all at our wits end. i, personally, am going through one of the worst periods of my whole life for non cosmere reasons. we're all tired. we're fucking exausted
and then. i get an email. from the kickstarter. theres one more stretch goal left to reveal. i wonder who it is? kelsier? evi? elhokar? then i read the email. "brandon said "let's add zellion." we are proud to announce our final miniature will be zellion!"
who. the fresh fuck. is zellion.
i am at my wits end, and so is alanamy the-tumblr-user-formerly-known-as-moash, currently tumblr user zellionsweep. they make some silly posts about who the fuck is zellion. i also make some posts like who the fuck is zellion. alanamy zellionsweep tags these posts #ZELLIONSWEEP as a reference to the #MORBIUSSWEEP meme from a few months back.
from there, the lore begins. i make silly posts about zellion's unrequited love for szeth. i make a post claiming that he and dalinar were once lovers. others assert that he has no bitches, he gets no pussy, he receives no cock. he is bisexual. he is biphobic. he is a menace. he's dating moash now. he's secretly kelsier, no, evi, no, aesudan, no, fused dalinar. he's like the wind, he's everywhere and nowhere. nonsensical headcanons are posted under the hashtag #zellionsweep. tumblr user kaladins-simp-list begins compiling a list of all the zellion lore. it is very inconsistent. we all have our own unique interpretations of the character.
zellionsweep escapes containment and ends up on r/cremposting. i find out how many of my tumblr mutuals have reddit accounts. people start flying dangerously close to post limit. we are fucking insane. we needed this. after weeks and weeks of moashcourse and syladin and mistborn era 2 discussion and the ever looming threat of cosmere adaptations and stress and frustration, we finally get to let loose and clown on brand sand for the stupidest decision he has ever made, which is entrusting us with a brand new guy and not telling us anything about him and expecting everyone to be normal about it.
they still shouldve given elhokar a figurine though.
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I just know that in a modern au Dalinar sends Kaladin inspirational quote graphics from Facebook because he knows Kaladin has depression and he always sends them with a caption like “Thought of you………… made me smile. 🙂 Life Before Death Soldier………….” and Kaladin thinks it’s genuinely sweet even if the corny quotes do not offer him any solace but the SECOND Adolin finds out about it he’s like. Kaladin you HAVE to send me all of these this is the funniest shit ever
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the saddest thing isn’t even that you hate a female fictional character. The sad thing is that you hate women.
Because people can rationalize it like they want, but if you can say that stuff about a fictional character, and automatically perceive things in a certain way, I really struggle to believe that you are completely different in real life and won’t think the same exact things about any woman who relates to Uhura or shares some things in common with her.
#this is an example about how unsafe fandom can sometimes be#you can write it off as people being silly and this being just fandom#but people like that do exist in real life#they say that kind of thing when you reject the unwanted attention of some drunk dude in a bar#or you ask your friend to have mutual respect and not bring naked strangers in the room you share#and where you have to get back to after a long day and when you are exausted and just want to change your clothes and rest.#and the least thing you want to face is some dude seeing you in underwear without your permission#and it hurts because it's women saying that kind of shit#and even the fact that they internalized it doesn't help one bit
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We live in a world where simps allow their girlfriends to spread their cheeks on Onlyfans while they cry silently. People pleasing robs men of their personal power. It kills them from the inside out like a vicious cancer. Here is what to do about it.
Building Power
He F**cked Up
I once heard a story of a lighthouse keeper who had a limited amount of oil to keep his beacon lit.
For many years, his lighthouse helped passing ships avoid rocky shores.
One day his neighbour asked for some oil. Not wanting to look like a bad neighbour, the lighthouse keeper obliged.
The next day, a passing traveller knocked on the door and offered the lighthouse keeper some bread in exchange for some oil. The lighthouse keeper had plenty of bread already but did not want to deny the poor man, so he gave him some of his oil.
The next week a beggar knocked on his door and begged for some oil – The beggar wished to sell it so he could buy some food. Feeling bad for the beggar, the lighthouse keeper gave him some oil. He was always taught to be a good Samaritan, so this act of kindness pleased him.
The next day a ship crashed into the rocky shores killing hundreds of people. The lighthouse keeper had run out of oil and could not keep the beacon lit.
Paying too much attention to other people’s needs whilst omitting his own led to the preventable disaster.
Whatever good he did prior was undone by his neglect towards his personal mission.
Mother Theresa and Jeff Bezos
From early childhood most of us are told to put other people’s needs first.
We are told taking care of our needs is selfish and wrong.
Society propagates this mentality.
People who accumulate success for themselves are depicted as being evil and selfish (Mr. Burns from The Simpsons being the archetype of a rich man).
From a spiritual perspective those who keep giving and ask for nothing are seen as pure, whilst those who wish for reasonable compensation are seen as the scum of the earth.
I’m sure we have all heard the bible verse,
“It is easier for a camel to go through the eye of a needle than for someone who is rich to enter the kingdom of God."
Mother Theresa was made a saint for her philanthropy whilst the likes of Jeff Bezos are branded as corporate monsters.
Mother Theresa is celebrated because she did not get to fly in private jets and eat caviar from a gold plate. She was on the streets helping people with little time for herself – These acts of service making her a paragon of virtue.
If we were to look at the net good created in the world, one could argue Bezos has done more in terms of charity ($10 billion goes a long way even if you are not feeding the poor with your hands).
Weird Programming
When you were young, your parent subconsciously programmed into you the notion other people’s needs were more important than yours.
If you dropped a plate, they would yell,
“How can you be so clumsy, what’s wrong with you?”
If a visitor to your household did the same thing, they would say,
“Don’t worry about that, let me clean it up.”
People see the world as a zero-sum game - If you are winning it must mean someone else is losing.
The world is not a zero-sum game as I have shown with the Jeff Bezos example.
You don’t have to please everybody else while secretly suffering inside.
You don’t have to give up your oil like the lighthouse keeper when you desperately need it.
Real Life Applications
Jobs
Stop working in a shitty job just because you feel like you have to do it.
You don’t have to do shit.
You are not trapped despite what you might think.
Find something that fulfills you which also creates a tangible benefit for people.
Making money from this will become easy because you will find creative ways to produce more value.
I did this myself. I once studied a mechanical engineering degree and dropped out.
I now write posts like this which inspire people to see the world differently.
Life is good.
If everyone was committed doing the work they love, our world would be a much better place.
Fitness
Prioritize your health.
It doesn’t matter if you are a new dad or mum.
It doesn’t matter if you are working a job that requires a lot from you.
You need to put your health first.
You have only one body and failing to take care of it because you were concerned with other people’s issues will be to your detriment.
Don’t wait to develop an illness before you start taking your health seriously.
Relationships
Have clear boundaries in your relationships.
Don’t suffer quietly whilst your partner does something you do not like.
If something bothers you, speak out.
We live in an age were many simps allow their girlfriends to show everythin on Onlyfans.
They say nothing and allow the resentment to build up and destroy them from the inside.
This is foolish and destructive.
Closing words
Our world will be better once you start respecting yourself. Once you build your self-esteem and reclaim your personal power, you will be able to create more win-win situations. You don’t always have to lose, there is a way for everyone to get what they need.
P.S.
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The first paragraph was exausting 🥵 so I stopped reading after that. But I hope you feel better! or whatever 👋🏾.
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Whumptober Day 14: Heat Exaustion
CW: Sick whumpee, heat exhaustion, pet whump, Box Boy setting, whumpee forced to eat food that sickens them
(Micheal belongs to @card-games-and-pain and is used with permission. Context: Karen and Peter spend some time with Avie’s Benjamin Leon, and one his employees pisses Karen off. So she brings that employee home to add to the family... whether he likes it or not)
It was too hot to be out in the garden for so long, but Peter couldn’t stop himself. He’d stripped his shirt off a long time ago, and the sun beat down with real weight and pressure on the sweat-shiny scars that layered his back, muscles shifting under the marked skin as he pulled up the tiniest, most inconsequential weeds with vicious intensity.
Everything was back to normal - and nothing was normal at all.
The thermometer on the side of the house, something Madam had installed for Peter at his own request, one of the few times she had ever simply told him yes when he asked for something, for anything, read 96.5 degrees Fahrenheit.
He glanced up at it, shading his eyes with one hand, smearing dirt across the damp skin. He hadn’t bothered with gloves, today. When he sat back on his heels, kneeling in the fresh, warmed dirt, he felt his stomach twist and flip, and had to arch forward again, groaning. Probably just breakfast - last night’s steak, served with eggs. He hadn’t been able to get away with just eating the toast with butter and jam - he’d tried, but Madam had caught him at it, and watched with her cool hazel eyes, Seb and Dex and her newest, Micheal, all staring quietly down at their own plates until Peter ate every single bite.
It sat heavy in him, afterward, the way meat always did. And it was Madam’s day off, so he couldn’t curl up in the dark of his room and wait for the sick feeling to pass. Instead, he’d escaped out here, to the lush, complex, complicated garden that was Peter’s only respite from her cane, from the pain.
Except his stomach kept twisting, worse and worse, and it was starting to ache down in his hips, even, the cramping spreading. On top of that, his head was starting to hurt.
Peter shivered, feeling suddenly cold even though the sun was beating mercilessly down on him and when he touched the top of his own head, his hair felt hot to the touch.
He should go inside, he really should, but he didn’t want to. He didn’t want to go in the house with Madam inside, sitting cool as can be on the couch taking phone calls or working on her laptop, when there was always something Peter had done wrong, some reason he needed to be punished, and sometimes the reason was just Madam wants to keep her arm strength up.
It hadn’t been that long - just a few months, that Madam had spent visiting Senator Leon, with Peter along for the trip. It hadn’t been long at all, but somehow it had shattered something in Peter, torn open his determined contentment with his lot in life and reminded him that it didn’t have to be this way.
Except it did, because it was this way, and there was nothing he could do about it except make the best of it and work as hard as he could not to be noticed.
He missed them, the other pets - Lee with his curls and his willingness to so readily hug, and touch, and stand up for Peter even when it made no sense, and Marco that he had-... he had been forced to help Marco… train, at the end for a life Madam wasn’t even conscripting him into, just… she just wanted him broken.
And made Peter help her do it.
He dug his fingers up to the knuckles into the earth. The world spun around him, and he thought at first it was from his guilt. He wondered how they were, now - them and the professor, who had been so kind to him.
No one should be kind to him - it only got them hurt - but the professor had been.
Well, so had Micheal. Micheal had just been an employee, someone who worked for the Senator and who got paid and went home sometimes. Then he’d tried to do something nice for Peter and Madam found out, and now…
Now he was a pet, just like Peter.
Except Micheal got to remember that he had been something else.
Peter glanced over his shoulder, back towards the house. The thermometer had climbed a little more, reading 98.5 degrees Fahrenheit now, and Peter blinked as he shivered again, swallowing without any saliva. His mouth felt dry, and strange. Why was he shivering - how did he have goosebumps - if it was almost one hundred degrees?
As if he’d heard Peter’s thoughts, the side door opened and Micheal came out, wearing his weekend outfit of slim black slacks and a pale heathered gray t-shirt, what Madam allowed him to wear. He was carrying a glass of water with ice and a little striped straw stuck in the top. The black shock collar he was never allowed to remove - not yet, Madam said, not until Micheal learned how to be silent without needing encouragement, to her satisfaction - cut a wide band across his neck, the black box small and nearly perfectly blended in at the back.
“Peter,” He said in a low voice - not quite a whisper, but just as quiet. “I brought you a drink, I-” He looked up, squinting towards the sky. “It’s hot. Should you be out here?”
Peter shrugged, wiping his hands off on his pants - but they were already streaked with dirt and he did nothing but somehow get both his hands and his pants dirtier. “P-probably. I still feel gross from breakfast, I thought… stay out here. But-” He shivered, again. “At least there’s a breeze.”
Micheal frowned, confusion written across his face, as he stepped closer to Peter. “Um, Peter? No there isn’t.”
He was barefoot - he was allowed that much, at least - and Peter blinked at the blades of grass being briefly crushed under his toes, only to spring back up again. He put a hand to the side of Peter’s face and Peter leaned heavily into it on instinct alone.
Good boy.
“Shit.” Micheal whispered the curse. “Peter-...” His hand went up to Peter’s forehead, then pulled back, frowning down at him, his eyebrows furrowed. “Peter, you are caked in sweat.”
“Well, yeah, it’s really hot,” Peter side. He shifted into a crouch, intending to stand, and the world spun so wildly around him he had to stop, blinking, as little white dots sparked everywhere in his vision. “Oh, I’ve been kneeling too long.”
“No, you’ve been out here too long. Come on, let’s get you inside. You need to lie down under the vent to get some cold air on you.”
“I’m fine, I just-... you know, breakfast isn’t easy for me-” Neither is lunch or dinner or any other meal I’ve ever eaten. “-and Madam’s inside, it’s, I’ll be fine.”
Micheal only shook his head and took Peter by the elbow. His fingers felt so cool and dry, and Peter hummed as he was pulled to his feet. The world spun even more, then, and Peter tried to look up at Micheal to see the worry written across his face-
… and blinked, finding himself lying on his side on the living room floor, all three of his brothers circled around him, Madam herself standing slightly back in the doorway to the kitchen. All of them watching him.
Micheal had a cool, wet cloth laying over Peter’s forehead, and his arm kept trembling, jerking and twitching, and Peter reached up to touch it, feeling the muscle jump minutely under his skin. “M-Micheal? Are you… are you okay?”
“Fine,” Micheal whispered in reply, but even his whisper was raspy. “‘M fine, don’t worry about it.”
“He called us for help,” Seb said softly. He had another cloth, running it carefully over Peter’s neck, his collarbone, and down his stomach. “Set off his collar.”
“Yelled very loudly,” Dex signed, with a slight, concerned smile. His face was thin, shadows under his eyes, but he found a smile for Peter. Then he looked up at Karen, head tilted.
Dex had lived here for so, so long. Sometimes he didn’t even have to sign for Madam to understand him. Karen gave a quick, curt nod. “Cool him down. You may take the afternoon off.” She looked them over, her four boys - three Box Boys, plus Micheal, simply an unfortunate victim of Karen’s need to push the boundaries of what she could get away with further and further. “All of you. I have some work to take care of, but it’s nothing I need Micheal for.”
Dex signed a quick thank-you, and Seb and Micheal murmured theirs. Peter tried, but his lips were dry, and his tongue scraped against them like sandpaper.
Seb and Dex looked right at Karen to thank her - Micheal, as always, turned his eyes down and towards the floor, to hide the simmering anger that still lurked under the surface. He hadn’t belonged to Karen long enough yet for the anger to have gone numb.
She gave them all one last glance - lingering, maybe, between Micheal and Peter - and then walked away.
Peter could have sworn he heard her Louboutins clicking on the floor, even though she was barefoot in the sanctity of her own home. She went upstairs towards her office, and the four of them were left alone in the living room.
Micheal’s shoulders only relaxed down from being hunched near his chin once she was gone. “Well, we’ve got the afternoon off,” He rasped, going for cheerful. “What should we do with all that time, Peter?”
“Peter needs to lay down,” Dex signed, his words sharp this time, slashes of palm and finger. “And drink water.”
Micheal had to stare at Dex’s hands - he was still learning sign language, after a few months here with Madam - but he picked it up well enough. “I can handle those things,” He said, giving a quick nod. One of his arms jerked, again, in an aftershock, and then steadied.
“Can we read?” Peter felt absurdly young, even though he knew he was an adult, but they were all older than him, and acted like it, too. “Can I hang out in your room and read? With you?”
Micheal took a breath, and nodded, slowly. He slipped an arm under Peter’s back, and another under his bent knees, pushing himself slowly to his feet with Peter in his arms, Dex and Seb working to help him balance. “Sure, we can do that.”
“Can I stay with you all night?”
Micheal’s lips thinned, and he glanced back towards the back of the house, where Madam had gone. “Maybe,” He said, a little more softly, then. “If you’re too sick to eat dinner.”
“I definitely will be.”
Micheal found a smile for him and carried him towards the stairs.
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#whump#whumptober2020#no. 14#heat exhaustion#pet whump#box boy#box boy universe#peter: courage#card-games-and-pain#sick whumpee#sickfic
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Life and Times of Scrooge McDuck Restrospective: The Raider of the Copper Hill! “You Got Rich Son”
Hello all you happy people! And welcome back to my retrospective of the Life and Times of Scrooge McDuck! It’s been far too long, almost three months since we last checked in with Scrooge and frankly I feel i’ve been spacing these entries out too much for this one and for the retrospectives that aren’t paid for in general. So expect at least one McDuck adventure a month till I finish, possibly two when I can swing it like this month.
Now i’m done beating myself up, when we last left off a younger more naive, more optimistic and less experienced Scooge took up a career as a cowboy for Cattle Baron, gained his first sidekick in the form of his Horse Hortense, and took out some cattle thieves with the help of Teddy Fucking Roosevelt.
This chapter marks the end of the story’s first act. The first act is about a younger and far nicer Scrooge: still onrey and still a cheapskate, but still a good kid and far more outwardly friendly and welcoming, a far cry from the bitter untrusting man we come to know. This chapter is one of the reasons why, as Scrooge learns a hard lesson about wealth and success, the sacrifices one needs to make for family and about sticking your hand in a lightbulb while it’s plugged in. So join me under the cut as Scrooge meets another valuable mentor, one of his greatest enemies, and about 50 feet of barbed wire.
We begin with the end of Scrooge’s time as a ranch hand and cowpunch. With homesteaders moving in and dividing up the land, Murdo simply dosen’t have the space for cattle baroning anymore and has to let Scrooge go and head back to texas. We do get a great bit of Scrooge wrapped in barbed wire, having gone to cut some down so Murdo could move the herd out.
So with his Job done and parting on good terms with his old boss, Scrooge sets up his own homestead on some land near the Anaconda Silver Mine, trying to make it as a prospector, starting on the path that would eventually lead him to riches.. in about a decade and a half.
So Scrooge bemoans his rotten luck over Dinner with a stranger, Marcus Daly owner of said mine... who just.. randomly sat down to have dinner with a 17 year old.
Marcus belays his own woes: While Scrooge has failed at what he tried to do, having gotten into both steamboating and cattle punching too late to go anywhere with either, Daly has a silver mine that’s full of copper: decent amoutns of it but still not what his investors wanted.
Both however find their fortunes reverse in an instant in the weirdest way possible. The light goes out at their table and Scrooge tries to adjust it only to electcute himself. To his shock...
He finds out it’s running on electricty, which is starting to become widespread.. and requires vast amounts of copper wiring. Scrooge is back in the game but finds trouble getting equipment as the local seller naturally is a jackass who jacks up the price. Scrooge instead sells the gold teeth his dad gave him to the nearest gentleman after talking him into it. . And i’ts not even the weirdest transaction i’ve seen this week.
For the record those weird things are the guy on the left’s skinflakes, his power is to make naked golems of himself out of his dandruff and skin flakes and what have you, while the guy on the right is paying for a mutant with a star for a head. So yeah a scottish cowboy selling his ancestor’s dentures to pay for mining gear is refelshingly tame after all of this.
So we get the comic equivleant of a montage as Scrooge starts his work at prospecting, making a portable homesteader shack as a miner owns any land he lives on, and moving around to try and find it, but he runs into a problem: with his last two careers he had mentors to help him learn what to do: Pothole taught him riverboating and Murdo helped him learn to ride the trails. Here he has no one and while you can self teach a lot of things prospecting isn’t one of them.
He end sup finding one though as a rich gentleman asking about the mine happens to wander by: Howard D. Rockerduck. If that names sounds familiar it should as he’s indeed the father of exactly who your thinking of and we meet a young 10 or so year old john who asks him to stop dealing with a grubby workman. We also find out whose responsible for him turning out ot be such a piece of work as his mother’s response to his father telling him “I used to be a grubby workman is well... word’s cant’ do this amount of classist bulslhit justice.
Seriously his unnamed wife is so odious it hurts. And how the fuck did an honest, kind man like Howard end up with this bitch? It’ sbaffled me every time i’ve read this: did he marry for money? is he a gold digger? go down gold dig get down? Is she just THAT good in bed? Did he just make a horrible mistake one night? Did she lie to him about who she was? Was she replaced by a skrull? I have questions no duck comic has properly explained.. and if they have please tell me. Also it does tickle me we’re getting a bit with a duck named howard though sadly he wears a top hat instead of a nice little bowler. And if you don’t know who howard the duck is.. shame on you. And if you’ve seen the movie.. my deepest sympathies.
While Howard laments wanting to horsewhip his son, this was a century ago with change mind you standards were different and also John sucks. Howard crticizes Scrooge’s techqniue after introducing himself, and Scrooge and him get into a bit of a tizzy, with Howard offering to teach him for two cents.. but the hostility quickly desolves hours later as Scrooge realizes Howard was right and he’d been doing things completely wrong and the thrill of hard honest work again has washed away any ego driven competiviness.
I”ll get more into Howard in a second but he does eventually strike copper, and while the vein is full it’s also thin. But Howard has one final trick and takes Scroogey for an ore test. I tried to find more on this but just found a lot of ways to do it yourself and what not. I”m now really intrigued how they did this and found the content of minerals. I know it’s a dull subject but i’m curious how they did it with the technology of the time. Did they just use acids like I found? If so how’d they get them? I do say this is one of the great qualities of Rosa’s works: he makes you want to learn more about history. I looked up more about TR after the last chapter and now I want to know how the hell metallurgy worked in the late 1800′s.
We then get an intresting interacton as Scrooge.. warmly greets the townsfolk and vice versa.. yes the same Scrooge who as an adult would be introduced proclaming...
Is warm, optimistic and wholeheartedly belieives...
As you can probably tell by Howard’s reaction and what Scrooge becomes.. this story’s all about shattering that notion and is the first of two to shatter the poor kid’s trust in people and make him into the bitter old sod we know.
The sample comes back 55% positive... which leaves Howard rushing to get Scrooge to a court house. As it turns out there’s an old, very real for the time, mining law called the Law of Apex: whoever owns the land closest to where an ore vein is on the surface owns the whole thing... so legally Scrogoe owns the ENTIRE ANACONDA COPPER MINE, which at this point as detailed in the time skip has gone from struggling to utterly thriving and sucessful. Whoever owns the land at the time the Judge rules it gets the mine.. and Scrooge’s friends, who seconds ago were concerned about him being dragged into court.. are now all scrambling to take his fortune, something Howard dosen’t seem at all suprised about.
But while this may be a kinder, more naive Scrooge McDuck, it’s still SCROOGE MCDUCK. His response is to cut a nearbye power wire and swing it tarzan style over to hortense and ride her back ahead of the mob... with the electric wire slapping her rear and causing her to go extra fast.. and also quit. So Scrooge stands alone but manages to take out some of the ruffians with his shack while John and the Judge rush to the site. As for Scrooge well... you want to see what a McDuck family beserker rage against an ENTIRE angry mob of opportunistic assholes look like?
And this isn’t even the most badass thing Scrooge will do this series. Or even in the next few issues. That’s how awesome this series is: fighting an angry mob SOLO with simply his pure rage and whatever he can grab and throw. And he WINS. He’s exausted and passes out, falling out of the sky on his final opponent.. but he took out what was at the LEAST 50 men, and ONLY passed out because one of them threw dynamite in his out house.. and even THAT didn’t kill him or put him out, simply casuing him to land on said dynamite throwing idiot and wins.
We find out Rockerduck actually was one of the mine’s owners but helped Scrooge anyway: he has more than enough money and all it’s going to do in the end is go to a greedy brat. Marcus Daly shows up and while he’ll get the law overturned eventually, he still has to shut down while that happens and finds the right officials to bribe. And this is the 1800s... you gotta go by train to do your bribes. You can’t just do that shit over email and hidden bank accounts. Daly offers him 10,000.. but given what Scrooge could earn even before he got his mine back, Scrooge turns it down.
However this victory is bittersweet as Scrooge warmly greets his friends.. only for one to cuss him out and the other to tell him to get loss. We then get one of my faviorite exchanges in this story.
This whole Panel is a masterwork. The sheer INNOCENCE on Scrooge’s face, almost looking like Donald, desperately wondering what he did, when as Howard points out.. he did nothing wrong. He simply got successful and they resent him for it.
This has been a hard paragraph for me to write as I want to tread carefully. People do have good reasons to scorn the rich or celebrtiies sometimes. Some rich people or those in the media are genuinely terrible. Jeff Bezos, Tucker Carlson, Mel Gibson, Louie CK, Joss Whedon and even someone as low on the totem pole as Doug Walker is odious. And of course we all can think of one odious example of rich bastard i’d rather not think of, especially when thinking of John D Rockerduck and what he’l lbecome as an adult that i’m not giving a pleasure of the name drop but came to mind.
But even for good people becoming succesful puts up a barrier between you and other people: Fans of yours will admire you or write fanfic or what have about you without even knowing you, i’ve been on that side, and some people will hate you just because without valid reason, especially in this day and age. Success breeds resentment and even people you trusted and loved can sometimes turn on you. It’s the double eged sword of achieving your dreams: You get what you wanted but you often loose what you had.
And it was no diffrent two centuries ago, with Scrooge’s friends only being friendly as long as it suited them, turning on him first to steal his chance at glory and then to scorn him for daring to achieve it. Some people.. are only there for you as long as your not above them. And sometimes you can be happy. Look at Tom Hanks, who has a lovely family and a long and storied career. Or Linkara, a youtuber who has been at this for over a decade, has tons of fans, a loving wife with her own succesful channel, and just recently got contacted by his childhood heroes. You CAN be happy and successful.. it’s just very hard to make it that far.
One of the central points of life and times is that’s often not the case: You can get what you want but it comes at a cost. And it’s how you pay that price that will determine how happy you are. Another central point intertwined with it is it’s not the journey but the destination, and i’ts how Scrooge takes that journey that ultimately leads him where he ends up good and bad. And we get an all to telling all too foreboding hint in how he takes everyone he knew for at least a year turning on him overnight.
When faced with his first real loss on this Journey that wasn’t material.. he dosen’t care. He has his money and riches and that’s enough. And as we’ll see that attitude will cost him greatly. Howard is irate for a moment, hoping he wasn’t wrong in trusting Scrooge.. and indeed, for now, turns out to have placed his faith in the right person as Scrooge gets a telegram: his family needs him. And while he could stay, turn his back on them, and earn MILLIONS.. he tells Howard to tell the owner he’s taking the deal. For now when given the choice between his family and his fortune, SCrooge will choose them. Sadly.. that won’t hold true forever.
With this being the end of his time in the story, as he has a still insufferable John buy him a horsewhip for horrific but darkly funny reasons, as John brags about how rich his father is not realizing he’s buying his own whupping tool, i’d like to touch on Howard D Rockerduck and how amazing he is. Rosa managed to pack a throughly interesting, throughly engaging character into only 8 pages. While Rockerduck DID show up earlier in of ducks dimes and destinys, he wasn’t really fleshed out or named and only showed up for one page so still 9 pages total.
But in those we see a kind and noble man whose easily what Scrooge COULD have been, kind, noble, generous, hardworking and willing to give up money to help people. He’s a good man.. but even he’s seen the sacrifice Money brings. He’s clearly lost friends, lost a sense of peace, and married the wrong Woman, whose poisoned his children into a spoiled brat who will only grown into an even more spoield adult in both continuities.. if raised quite a bit earlier in the 2017 cartoon as he was made scrooge’s contemporary there rather than a child, but semeantics. Point is Howard hismelf isn’t wholly satisfied with his success.. and that’s what he and Scrooge will forever have in common, with Scrooge, likely as a result of meeting the Rockerducks, fearing an indadiquate inheritor and someone squandering what he worked hard for. Though his reasons for not taking up a wife as we’ll see eventually, if outside the main 12 part story but I intend to cover the subchapters in their own time, aren’t entirely motivated by avoiding goldigging but a broken hard and his own stubborness.
For now though we bid Howard and america adue. Scrooge however for once ends an occupation with less bitterness. Unlike his last two ventures where he made it out with only enough to get to the next one here he made it out ahead: he now has a decent suit, likely bought for him by Howard given he hasn’t cashed the check yet, I know this as it’s a major plot point for next time, 10,000 dollars.. and experince. He may of not gotten all the money he was due on this venture, but he learned more valuable skills and he feels with a land like america, the next opportunity to earn some dough is just waiting for him to get back. And as the chapter ends he muses that maybe the country could use a symbol of this countries boundless opportunity...
Final Thoughts for the Raider of the Copper Hill:
This chapter is one of my favorites. It’s nicely paced, something Rosa himself admits was often a struggle as he had to cover years at a time, has a wonderful new mentor for Scrooge, and sets up a lot of the tragedy to come in the last act beautifully. It’s a nice closer for our first act, showing Scrooge has come out of his first trip to america wiser, more experinced and more hopeful, but at heart still the same kind and noble kid he left Glasgow as. The next act is about the change of that boy into a man, how he will finally find his fortune after some more adventures.. and how the last viestges of his kindess and optimisim towards others die at the hands of a certain fake scotish gentleman.
Next Life And Times: As is tradition for this series act openers, Scrooge returns home.. and just in time to get his castle back, fight a duel and go to heaven and back. So an average McDuck tuesday then.
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