#they don’t care about anything other than appealing to as many people as possible.

[halfricanloveyou]

it’s okay to be angry and hate this shit and you’re right about this but you NEED to vote. local and state laws are always included in the elections. and biden is bad but when you don’t vote people like trump get elected into office and do things like turn the supreme court into a republican majority and take away abortion rights and actively support multiple state level and national level candidates who’s platforms are based on hate, which influences hateful people to vote FOR those candidates.

voting CAN fix this but you all have to register and vote. and show up to every single election every time. you have to research your local and state candidates on TOP of the ones running for president. you have to vote in the primaries.

it’s not like you can go and get mad and storm government buildings to guillotine public officials. if you try you’ll be up against the US military. the only reason the last attack on the capitol was successful is because if they succeeded in killing democratic officials it would benefit the party that holds the most power. and right wing candidates love to spend trillions on the military (and let’s be real, even the democrats do but the republicans do it to a higher degree) so guess who the military is going to protect? guess who the military is going to target as the enemy? do you really think any number of everyday citizens you can try to rally would stand a chance?

biden won’t fix this. your rage and your feelings of helplessness won’t fix it either. voting WILL. you just fall for the propaganda being spread that it’s pointless to vote because persuading far left anti fascists to feel that way keeps them out of the polling lines.

“nothing you do will change the system so why bother voting? it will always be this way, so any candidate that has a platform you support will never win and won’t be able to make change anyways” is also facist propaganda. it’s just targeted towards the opposition instead.

NPR is a great resource to keep informed on political issues. despite what right wing racists claim, it’s fairly unbiased and goes into detail to get the full story without leaving parts out intentionally to turn their stories into propaganda. and please just fucking vote. don’t listen to anyone who tells you it’s pointless and won’t fix anything so you might as well not bother. they’re fucking stupid and they are literally spreading facist propaganda. revolution is great but educating yourself and the people around you is far far more effective than getting angry at people online.

right now it’s almost halfway through 2023, and 2024 is an election year in the US. I have started to see a growing proliferation of posts suggesting that there is no difference between the republican and democratic parties–the exact same kind of posts I saw an awful lot of before the last major election here. I am unfollowing folks who post or reblog these sort of posts, as I consider these posts to be fascist propaganda framed as leftist discourse, designed to suppress anti-fascist votes and voters. 

[nyx-knacks-writes]

Daisy and the Beast

A little fic based on a headcanon posted to my other blog. I can't think of any content warnings or spoilers for Broadchurch, but like... Be mindful. Happy (week early) Halloween! 🎃

One part of Alec’s brain thought that he looked stupid. He was a grown man, not a little boy anymore, and he certainly wasn’t the type of grown man who dressed up for Halloween. He wasn’t even really the type of grown man who passed out candy for Halloween. He was more apt to pretend the holiday wasn’t happening and shut himself in the house with a coffee and some case files to avoid the hordes of primary schoolers hopped up on Maltesers and Skittles. All that to say that he wasn’t quite sure how he’d managed to allow his daughter to talk him into this. (The secret had to have been in her masterful kicked-puppy eyes and his pathological inability to say “no” to her without death and injury on the line.)

Daisy was eight years old, and like many girls her age, positively enchanted by Disney movies, particularly the Disney Princess movies. The Little Mermaid, Cinderella, Aladdin, The Princess and the Frog, she’d seen them all. However, her all-time favorite was Beauty and the Beast. There was no contest. After all, what wasn’t there to love? Living furniture, classic musical numbers, and true love’s kiss to wrap it all up in a neat little bow. Alec didn’t quite see the appeal. He could appreciate the hard work that went into the animation, but the real world was a lot crueler than a strong man belittling his Daisy’s intelligence and a group of men trying to kill a beast that they viewed as dangerous. Problems in the real world didn’t magically stop existing because you sang a little song or had a single dance. And he would know. As it turned out, Tess was not fond of dancing. His clumsy-if-well-intentioned attempt to smooth over an argument with a romantic dance had certainly proved that. Talk about only working in the movies.

Back to Daisy. Because she adored Beauty and the Beast so much, she had decided that she wanted to be Belle for Halloween. She’d also decided that she couldn’t possibly be Belle without a Beast, and in the absence of any younger siblings or pets who wouldn’t care what they wore, she’d decided the next best option was her father. Her grumpy, people-hating father who may as well have been a beast himself at times. She’d begged and pleaded like her life depended on it, making promise upon promise upon promise. She’d eat her vegetables, do her chores, go to bed on time (wasn’t she doing that already??), anything and everything to make him say “yes”. 

He’d lasted all of five minutes. 

So there he stood. Halloween night. In a big, furry Beast mask, a blue and gold suit, a tail, horns, fake claws, and even more fake fur that itched like crazy as Princess Daisy-Belle stood at his side, giggling up at her daddy as he stood stiffly in place. Tess, meanwhile, stood a few feet away with her phone out, snapping picture after picture for the future and completely failing at hiding her laughter. 

“Come on, Alec, smile!” she tried, forcing her own smile off of her face. “You don’t want Daisy looking back on these and just remembering you being grumpy, do you?”

“You try smiling when you have polyester fur down your—” he cut himself off with a grumble and forced a happy smile.

“There you are, that’s a love,” Tess replied, still snickering. “All done.”

Alec sighed with relief and turned to his daughter, this time with a genuine smile. 

“Alright, wee princess, are ye ready to go?” he asked, scooping her into his arms as she squealed delightedly.

“Yes, Daddy, yes!” Daisy cried back, wrapping her little arms around her father’s neck and squirming like she’d already eaten a kilo of sugary sweets.

“Got yer bucket?” he asked, placing her back on the floor. “Yes!”

“Glowstick?”

“Yes!”

“Shoes?”

“Uhh…” Daisy looked downward, picked up her skirt to see her feet, and ran off to get her shoes. Luckily, they were just a pair of black Mary-Janes rather than anything sparkly, so there would be no need for a second photoshoot. They hadn’t been the shoes that Daisy had wanted, but both Alec and Tess had insisted on practical shoes rather than the tiny yellow heels that had been on display beside the costume. After all, how was the girl meant to trick-or-treat if she was struggling to walk?

As soon as the errant shoes were strapped on, the little group set off to raid the neighborhood candy bowls, full of as much Halloween spirit as they could muster (though it should be said that one member was notably lacking). Overall, it was a pleasant, fruitful venture. Being police, Tess and Alec had done their best to settle in a safe neighborhood in Sandbrook, full of old folks and young couples and positively brimming with free candy, which was all that really mattered on Halloween night. As expected, the father-daughter duo raked in copious amounts of colorful candy. Lollipops, jelly fangs, M&Ms, Skittles, you name it, it was in the bucket. Alec had to wonder, in the back of his mind, if this had been a factor in Daisy’s insistence upon dressing up together. She was a smart kid, so he wouldn’t put it past her to figure out that the cuter she was, the more candy she could get. Eh, it didn’t really matter. She wouldn’t want to dress up with him forever. Even if he did have fur in places where fur should never be, he’d cherish the unrestrained love of his daughter while he still had it.

With aching feet and heavy arms, the Hardys arrived back home just as the porch lights began to wink out. Halloween night was drawing to a close. Being that it was Tuesday, Daisy couldn’t stay up much longer, or she’d be too tired for school. Realistically, her class wouldn’t be doing much of anything the next day anyway, but that didn’t mean that she should be allowed to stay up until midnight cramming her cheeks with chocolate and crisps and whatever other junk people gave out for Halloween. No no no, she was sent off to shower, put on some jammies, brush her teeth, and hop along to bed. When she came out, she made a beeline for Alec, thankfully already changed, and made sure to hug him and thank him and tell him how much she loved him. A happy smile parked itself on his face, and Tess couldn’t help a smile of her own as her husband waltzed into the bedroom and settled beside her under the covers.

“What’s got you so happy?”

“Nothing, love. Just happy to see Daisy so happy. Snickers?” Alec held up a pair of candy bars that he’d pilfered from Daisy’s bucket.

“You didn’t. Stealing from your own daughter?”

“Parent Tax.” Alec shrugged and unwrapped a bar. “Don’t tell me you weren’t going to do the same.”

“Touché, sir.” Tess took the second bar and dug into it, only getting a bite in before turning to press a chocolate-tasting kiss against Alec’s lips.

“Happy Halloween, love.” “Happy Halloween, darlin’.”

[sky-berrie]

Heartbreak - the batboys

Summary: How the boys (Dick, Jason, Tim, and Damian) react (platonic) when you're broken hearted.

A/N: If you're going through heartbreak over a breakup or rejection I'm so sorry that you're hurting right now. I wish I could take your pain away. Although we don’t know each other, I can say with 100% certainty that you have so much to offer, way too much to waste it on someone who can’t/won’t appreciate you.

If you’re suffering right now, please don't give up. You got through yesterday which means you can do it again today. People often say that every day will get easier, but I know that it doesn't always feel like it; there may be good days and bad days and that's okay. Use that as a reminder that feelings, even negative feelings, don't last forever. But on the bad days, please stay strong. You've worked so hard to heal, don't let it go in vain. Progress may be slow and imperceptible from day to day, but progress is progress and I am proud of you.

You deserve all the love and happiness in the world. You deserve someone who will treat you the way you want to be treated. You deserve better and there is much better out there. If you need to hear it from someone else, take it from our BatBoys. Without further ado, here is how the boys react when you’re going through heartbreak.

Dick

If you’re hurting, Dick is hurting. He’ll do anything to help you feel better. He’ll ask you what you need from him, whether that’s someone to talk to or someone to sit in silence with, someone to wallow and eat junk food with, or someone to hit the gym with.

If you want to talk, he’s a great listener. He's patient and lets you vent and circle around and around as many times as you need, but he never lets you put yourself down. He’ll gently challenge your self-deprecating thoughts.

“Why am I not good enough?”

“Y/N,” he says firmly as he turns your shoulders to face him and leans down to connect with your eyes. “You are more than good enough.”

“Then why don't they want me?” you ask as tears pool in your eyes.

Dick shakes his head. His brows knit together in sorrow. “I don't know and we'll never know. Maybe they're going through something difficult that has nothing to do with you. Maybe they're confused. Maybe they're hung up on their ex. Maybe they think you’re too good for them and they got scared. Maybe they're looking for something different at this point in their life. There are so many possibilities but none of them matter because whatever is going through their head doesn't change anything about who you are. You are still the same amazing person that you have always been.”

"If I was so amazing then they would want me."

Dick shakes his head again. "That's like expecting every person in the world to love the same book, movie, song, food, you name it. Who's that comic book character that you're obsessed with? You're always raving about your hot take on why they're the best and how everyone's sleeping on them. Most people don't see their appeal but that doesn't make you love them any less, does it?"

Dick has a point. It's only a select group of people who share your adoration for your favorite character and that has never bothered you. In fact, that makes the character even more special to you.

If you don't want to talk about it, that's fine, too. If you'd rather consume an unreasonable amount of junk food, then Dick will clear out the local convenience store and be at your place in five minutes. He won't let you make it a habit because he cares about your health, but sometimes you just need a day to drown your sorrows in sugar.

You’re both in your comfiest clothes sitting on the couch under a fluffy blanket, even if it's 100 degrees outside. You'll just turn on the AC so you can be cozy and snug. You lean against him with your head resting on his shoulder as you eat your favorite snack in dejection. If you want physical comfort, then he'll put an arm around you and hold you close until you've eaten yourself into a sugar coma and fall asleep on him.

Dick worries about you and can't bear the thought of you suffering alone. If you laugh together, you cry together. He will be by your side as much as possible unless you genuinely want/need alone time. Eventually you might start to feel like a burden for taking up his time and disrupting his life, but don't bother pretending to be fine just so he'll stop worrying about you.

You put on your best smile, though you feel it faltering. You hope Dick doesn't notice. "I think I'm good now," you tell him. "That was the last of the tears."

Dick doesn't say anything. He just eyes you, a mixture of concern and contemplation on his face as he evaluates the veracity of your statement.

You try to hold it together just a little longer, but you crack and break down in tears again. Dick pulls you in for another hug. "I'm sorry," you mumble against his chest.

"What for?"

"For being so annoying. You must feel like my babysitter."

"You are not annoying, Y/N. You know I love hanging out with you and I know you'd do the same for me, so please, don't be a hypocrite and just let me be here for you."

Jason

Jason is best at supporting you through the anger stage of your grief. In fact, he will perpetually be in the anger stage on your behalf. If you were cheated on, you best believe that Jason will pay said slimy cheater a special visit. He won’t ever tell you about it because you’re probably going to object, but when your friend tells you that your ex was randomly beaten up the day following your break up, you can make an educated guess as to what happened. Jason knows you don’t approve of violence or revenge but it helps him sleep at night. He hates seeing you cry and if you’re crying, he’s damn well going to make sure they’re crying too.

If you’re ready to talk shit about your ex, Jason is your boy. He has a slew of creative insults to call the person who broke your heart and this man does not hold back. “Y/N, you are way too good for that assmonkey bitchface douchebag. They were lucky you even gave them the fucking time of day. Seriously, you are so fucking far out of their league."

If that weasel has the audacity to beg you to take them back? Over Jason's dead body. You are not wasting a second more on that asshole and Jason will make sure of that. If they call or text, he will not hesitate to colorfully tell them off. If they are brave (read: stupid) enough to show up at your place and unlucky enough that Jason happens to be there, Jason is absolutely going to go berserk on them.

Even if your ex didn't cheat on you, Jason won't want you to take them back. He refuses to let you be someone's convenient option. Jason wants you to be with someone who values you so much that the thought of letting you go never crosses their mind.

If you start missing that person and wanting to contact them, Jason will give you some tough love. He will physically stop you by confiscating your phone or having Tim rig it so that it can't call/text or receive from that number.

“Fuck them, Y/N. They’re trash and you dodged a bullet. Don’t tempt fate now.”

You might be craving the feeling of being wanted and chased and you probably have all sorts of wild fantasies of you and your ex rekindling the relationship. It clouds your judgement and makes you forget about all their many negative qualities.

"But maybe they've changed. What if they really love me and I'm reading it all wrong? What if I'm throwing away something special?" you object.

"Have you lost your goddamned mind? First of all, they're a moron who took you for granted. Unfortunately being moronic is an incurable and terminal illness so it's all downhill from here. Second of all, there's a thousand more just like them. If you really want to waste your time on a jackass, at least pick a new one."

Your head says Jason's right but your heart says otherwise and it's written all over your face.

"Y/N," says Jason, a little softer now. He stands directly in front of you with a serious expression. "I know you're going through hell but I've been there and back. I promise everything will be okay. Walk away with your head held high. Let go of them." Jason offers his hand for you to take. "I've got you."

And with his encouragement, you decide to move on. To help you get through this tough time, his go-to tactic is to distract you with all sorts of activities. It’s 3am and you’re feeling sad? Jason’s over at your place in a heartbeat and you’re going for a drive to get your favorite comfort food in your pajamas. You want Jason to get all dressed up and take you to a gala? Under normal circumstances, he'd rather die again. However, Jason will gladly do that if it means you aren't talking to your ex.

Tim

When you're heartbroken, people invariably tell you don't be sad because everything happens for a reason, be glad that you didn’t waste even more time on them, forget about them and find someone who cares about you. Gee, what splendid ideas; why didn't you think of those before? You know they mean well, but feelings don't go away just because you think they should. As a result, you might act optimistic and upbeat around others to spare yourself the well intended lecture.

However, keeping up the facade gets exhausting. Being social or being around high energy people can become an emotional drain. Sometimes you might want to avoid the entire world, save for Tim. It’s easy to be vulnerable with him because he doesn’t tell you how you should feel. Of course, he doesn't want you to be upset, but he understands that you need to grieve and it's okay to feel sad. Similar to how some people can sit in comfortable silence, Tim can sit in comfortable sadness.

"Did you want to do something today?" asks Tim from the driver's seat.

You shake your head wordlessly. You barely had the energy to leave your home today. Anything else would be too difficult.

"That's fine. We can chill at the manor," he says without judgement. He doesn't make you feel bad for wanting to be a hermit and he doesn't try to force you to get back out there before you're ready.

You follow Tim up to his room and you plop down on his bed. If you want some comfy clothes, Tim will toss you something from his drawers or he’ll grab some of his brothers' or sisters' old clothes.

Tim pulls back the covers for you to crawl under. He tucks you in like a child and kisses your forehead affectionately. It makes you feel loved and for a fleeting moment, the pain is gone.

If you want company, Tim will jump in on the other side and you’ll both be idly scrolling on your phones for a while. However, if you're on your phone, there's a good chance that you'll see something that reminds you of the person who broke your heart. If you don't want to talk about it, Tim won't pry. He'll open his arms in case you want a warm safe place to rest. He might rub soft circles on your back if you don’t mind.

If you do want to talk about it, Tim offers a different perspective. Maybe you're plagued by a million "if only" and "what if" scenarios. Maybe you're stuck on things you did or didn't do.

"I screwed everything up. What if that was my once chance at happiness? I wish I could go back in time and do it differently."

Some people like to focus on the positives. "On the bright side, now you have more time for your hobby." Or, "at least you'll save money on expensive dates and gifts."

They might gravitate to the old cliches, "Tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all," and "there are plenty of fish in the sea." Unfortunately, none of that makes the pain any more bearable.

Instead, Tim focuses on the negatives. He recognizes that you're always going to find something to dwell on but you can use that to your advantage.

“You are the king/queen/champion of pessimism, Y/N. Even if you did exactly what you think you wish you had done, I have full confidence in your pessimistic powers that you would still find something to regret.”

Maybe something about that resonates with you. Maybe you've always struggled with indecisiveness because you're afraid to make the wrong choice. Maybe you've always felt like you're damned if you do and damned if you don't, so picking one seemed impossible. Now you realize if you're damned either way, then there's nothing to worry about.

“You did exactly what you needed to do at the time,” he assures you. "You are exactly where you need to be right now."

Even though you're understandably still sad, something in your heart tells you he's right. Being here with Tim is exactly where you're supposed to be.

Damian

Damian isn't particularly adept at providing physical or emotional comfort. It's not that he doesn't care, it's just that it’s hard for him to empathize. He sincerely wants to be helpful and tries his best but he can be unintentionally blunt and may come across as insensitive sometimes.

“Why do you want to be with someone who does not want to be with you?” he asks. Ouch. That stings. Did he have to phrase it like that?

“I don’t,” you answer, almost defensively.

“Then for what reason are you sad?”

“Because they don’t want me.”

“But you do not want them either,” he points out, not understanding the issue.

“Yeah, I know. It just hurts, okay?” you bite, irritation creeping into your voice.

"I am sorry you are upset but I am not sorry they broke up with you, Y/N."

You're stunned into silence. How could be he so cruel? To kick you when you were already down?

Then he continues. "You are genuine, thoughtful, generous, strong, and brilliant. You are a once in a lifetime soul. And them? They were nothing but a lowly simpleton who lacked the capacity to offer you the rich and meaningful life you deserve. They were foolish to let you go - likely too foolish to ever comprehend what they have lost - but I am relieved that you will not be condemned to an unfulfilling life with such a halfwit. They were merely an albatross around your neck, preventing you from achieving and experiencing far superior things in life."

That might have been the kindest thing he’s ever expressed to you or anyone else. Given how much pain you are going through, it’s probably hard to believe him right now, but you have to admit that he made you feel at least fractionally better.

“Come now, Y/N,” Damian says, tugging on your hand. “Let’s go play with Titus.”

The two of you are sitting on the couch with Titus in between. Titus is keen and quickly picks up on your emotions. He cuddles and nuzzles into your side as you gently stroke his fur. The warmth of his body grounds you and brings you some peace.

If you need a change of scenery, you and Damian take Titus for a walk. During your walk, you might come across something that reminds you of your ex. Maybe you see a cafe that you used to go to with that person. Your eyes linger on the storefront longingly and your whole body deflates at the reminder.

Damian notices your shift in body language. “What is the matter, Y/N?” Damian asks.

You sigh. “Nothing, I just - Never mind, it’s stupid.”

“I will be the judge of that,” he says, a little teasingly. “Tell me,” he demands.

You take a deep breath. “That was my favorite cafe. I introduced them to it and now it's their favorite place, too. I can't go there without thinking of them or worrying that I'll run into them."

"For once you are right. That is stupid."

"Thanks, Damian," you mutter sarcastically.

"Shall we?" He cocks his head at the cafe.

"Shall we what?" you ask in confusion.

"Go in."

You stare blankly at him. Did he not hear what you just said?

Damian explains, "you can introduce me to this cafe and then you can think of me whenever you come across it. Look, they even have a Puppuccino for Titus."

You give him a hesitant expression.

"Come," Damian encourages. He doesn't want your ex to have any bearing on your life anymore. He wants you to reclaim the things you enjoy. "Even Titus is excited to try it." Titus takes his cue and barks enthusiastically.

You take a deep breath and bravely follow them inside. You look around nervously as Damian peruses the menu hanging above the coffee bar. If Damian can sense that you are uneasy, he doesn't acknowledge it. He casually asks you what you recommend as if this coffee run was as mundane as any other coffee run. His calm demeanor eases your nerves and you start to feel more comfortable. You realize that it wasn't nearly as tough as your brain anticipated. Day by day you make new happy memories with Damian and Titus. Little by little the happy memories outshine the sad memories.

[themattress]

"Those damn, dirty ape movies!"

If you want a good laugh, there are not one but two reviews for Kingdom of the Planet of the Apes that are seriously offended by how humans are treated in this fictional franchise, acting as if the makers of the films are a bunch of misanthropes who hate their own species and are engaging in ape propaganda. I am not joking; they are angry that a franchise about apes that even has the word "apes" in the title doesn't do enough for humans in-universe and out of it.

Let's break some of these remarks down.

Someone had an idea about how to make “Kingdom of the Planet of the Apes,” and it’s a bad one. How about a movie that’s set centuries in the future, where the only characters you see for a full hour are apes — as in apes cavorting, apes swinging from trees, apes fighting each other? Wouldn’t that be interesting? The answer is no. Not interesting at all.

Fuck you, it was interesting. Watching apes is always interesting in these movies; usually moreso than watching humans. Humans have never been the appeal of this film series.

We begin with a trio of young chimpanzees looking to rob eggs from an eagle’s nest. Why they want these eggs is unclear and has no direct bearing on what follows.

Huh? The movie stressed over and over again that it's for each ape to raise their own personal hunting eagle. Handling eagles is literally the main character's father's job!

Proximus is a bad fellow, but then again, who cares? This is where we realize where this is heading: chimps vs. gorillas. We don’t have a dog — or an ape — in this fight, much less a person. Indeed, what takes place many centuries from now between bands of apes really isn’t our business, is it? We might wish them well across the veil of years, but we don’t need to know the details and have no investment in the outcome.  

Who is "we"? Because most viewers do have an ape in this fight, namely Noa and his allies since Proximus being a bad fellow is enough to get people with basic empathy to care.

“Kingdom” is the fourth and worst of a rebooted series that began in 2011 and has expressed, from the beginning, a hatred of human beings and human civilization and a love for apes and the animal kingdom.

No. It only expressed the same truth that the original movie from 1968 expressed: humans are a species prone to self-destruction and if human civilization ever falls it will be a suicide. Apes didn't conquer the world; they inherited it when the humans killed themselves off.

The film follows a young chimp named Noa who escapes a gorilla attack and goes off on his own. Along the way he meets a young woman named Mae — finally, an actual human — but for a long time she doesn’t say anything, because she doesn’t trust Noa enough to let him know that she’s an intelligent, thinking entity. The dilemma of a lone, defenseless young woman, surrounded by apes and working to advance the interests of her people, might have been the basis for a good movie. That might have been a heroine we could get behind. But the screenplay by Josh Friedman is so spineless and limp, so unwilling to take any stand in favor of human life, that it makes Mae into a side character and tells the story through the eyes of Noa. 

It's honestly kind of eerie how much this writer shows the same kind of bigotry that many humans in the films like Mae herself do, where value on human life is placed higher than ape life despite both being "intelligent, thinking entities" simply because it's human life. Mae is absolutely not "a heroine we could get behind" because she has no reason not to trust Noa other than his species and no reason not to work to advance the interests of her people and the apes together other than being a human supremacist who can't accept a different species as equal. Despite actually having credible reason not to, Noa and his ape friends put their trust in Mae, and she betrays that trust in the most heinous way possible, subjecting many apes to the same fate that an ape died saving her from earlier. Sorry; that's not a heroine.

But Noa has no story. He has no drive, and so he can’t drive the movie. He just has generalized niceness and a concern for his fellow chimpanzees, a concern that the movie is incapable of making us share.

"Us"? Speak for yourself. Many people are invested in Noa and his concern for his fellow chimpanzees because they aren't heartless like you and don't like seeing innocent people of any species get hurt. And freeing his tribe and avenging his father's death isn't a drive? Learning to be strong and earn the respect and partnership of his father's eagle while also discovering the teachings of Caesar as the start of his hero's journey isn't a story? WTF!?

When we see computer-generated chimps hugging each other, the sight isn’t heartwarming. It just makes you wonder why you’re still sitting there watching this nonsense.  

Again, speak for yourself. it only makes you wonder that.

Until this franchise stops mistaking its stone-cold misanthropy for political virtue, this franchise is going nowhere.

It's made over $240,000,000 worldwide and counting already. Clearly, you're wrong.

It's that misanthropy — cloaked in reverence of nature's contrasting purity — that's fueled my hatred of the new Planet of the Apes series. It's a pointed but shallow reboot that flips the script of the classic 1968 film by pitching humans as cartoonish villains, and apes as a metaphor for an unrelentingly exploited enslaved people. It also proves these movies have officially outlived their usefulness. 

There has only ever been "cartoonish human villains" in the first of the new series, Rise of the Planet of the Apes. Every other human villain have been nuanced characters. This movie has apes as "cartoonish villains", so you'd think this guy would be satisfied! Also, there was no "flipping the script" - in the classic 1968 film, the apes weren't the bad guys either (you're thinking of the 2001 Tim Burton movie if you think that); the famous twist ending was all about how humans did themselves in and that the evolved apes simply conquered a dead world.

We follow Noa, a peacefully unambitious chimp eking out an existence with his eagle-raising tribe — until the army of nearby despot Proximus Caesar puts a branding iron down on Noa's lush paradise, and kicks off one of those wonderfully human war-like things Caesar at one time so hated humans for.

If you think Caesar hated humans, you haven't been paying ANY attention.

Humans have mostly lost communication and higher-level thinking, the very attributes that Woody Harrelson's character — the villainous general brought in to eradicate the simian scourge once and for all — fought to defend. There, his evil, self-stated goal was to (in an admittedly insane and vile way) stave off humankind's incipient genocide, which he feared "would destroy humanity for good this time. Not by killing us, but by robbing us of those things that make us human." Remember, he was the bad guy. But he was only made a villain through this franchise's endless and awkward contrivances, which show up with mind-numbing consistency. 

You just said "in an admittedly insane and vile way" - not specifying that this way wasn't just "eradicating the simian scourge" (which would do nothing since the virus has already spread and killing them wouldn't make it go away) but by killing any human who caught the virus, including his own son. His militia was splintered off from the main human army, who were understandably against him. Yes, he was the fucking bad guy, to all species.

Throughout the series: there are the evil humans, seemingly dipped in vats of superheated cruelty juice, bent on destroying the peaceful apes despite having little motivation and an inability to do the one thing we're theoretically good at: kill. 

Again, just the human villains in Rise and the Colonel in War. And the Colonel had a clear backstory and motivations behind his cruelty that he spoke of at length.

There is its lost hero, Caesar, bent into log-line knots to try and literally eradicate humanity, while staying completely morally blameless.

Fuck off. Caesar was never trying to eradicate humanity. In the first movie, all he wanted was a peaceful life for he and his fellow apes. In the second, he constantly tried to prevent war between apes and humans. In the third, a big point is made at the start on how merciful he is despite being in a war he never started or wanted, a war that is fought to defend his people and not to massacre the other side. The other side dies out from a virus and literal acts of nature such as an avalanche, not from Caesar and his apes killing them.

And in every movie is an ineffectual but pure human tagging along, doe-eyed, to prove there's some good in us, after all — if only we behaved more like those golly-gee animals close to the natural world. 

"In every movie"? You only seem to be describing Nova in War here.

And she wasn't ineffectual.

Because aside from that famous final line, the 1968 original (based on the book by author and resistance fighter Pierre Boulle) concerned itself more with the impermanence of humankind.

Lol; "aside from that famous final line", which made clear that humankind's impermanence is its own damn fault. It recontextualizes everything about the film to show that humans were the real monsters, not apes. The modern series' stance isn't anything new, you idiot.

Altogether, it emphasizes the unsettling sensation of having an assumed pre-eminence — either as human, or member of a majority — reversed.

I'm getting major white anxiety "Replacement Theory" vibes right now....

Telling the story of humanity's downfall and ape's rise from the ape's perspective narratively demands us to empathize with the ape. And the thesis is that there is something uniquely and innately dangerous about humankind.

Because comparing subjugated people to animals has its own controversial history. But using them as the noble savage — a long-ingrained trope that othered people of colour to suggest they had both lower intelligence and more of a connection with nature by an assumed distance from civilized behaviour — only complicates it for the worse.

You're the only one making the comparison here, pal. Says something about you.

Kingdom's use of that weird, symbolized grouping is watered down due to the mostly ape-focused plot, but brings it right back in the finale with the unprompted, unearned and frankly unneeded line: "Humans will never give up. Not until you claim all things for yourselves."

"Unprompted, unearned, unneeded"? Did you miss the part where Mae literally tried to kill the apes who trusted her because she didn't want to risk any apes gaining access to human technology which she claimed rightfully belonged to humans just like the planet does?

We don't need hours of synthetic, impossible to empathize with faces to learn we shouldn't enslave or eradicate one another.

There it is again, throwing the amazing motion capture and CGI work and the ape actors' performances under the bus by saying it's "impossible to emphasize" with anything that isn't human even if it thinks and feels just as much as any human can. It's honestly despicable.

[flowercrowncrip]

hello. i've applied for PIP and i'm going to be filling out the "how does your disability affect you" form as soon as i can get someone to help me with it. i noticed that you are also in the UK and if it's alright with you i'd like to ask if you have any advice on filling the application out?

Hi! It’s been a while since I filled in that one but I do have a bit of advice. I don’t know your specific circumstances so sorry if I’m just repeating what you already know. If anyone else has better/ more/ different advice please add to this!

The first thing I’d say that nobody told me was that filling it in can be quite difficult emotionally. It’s a chunky form and takes quite a long time to fill in and a lot of that time will be spent thinking about all the suckiest parts of your disability and everything you can’t do and need help with. I definitely wasn’t prepared for how that would make me feel. I’d have a think about whether you’ll prefer to do it over a few days or if you want to get it all done as quickly as possible. If I were doing it again I’d want to plan something nice to do afterwards to try and take my mind off it. Basically do what works for you and make sure you take care of yourself while and after filling it in.

The rest is practical advice I got from various places (other disabled people, Citizens advice, disability organisations). It seemed to work well for me, but my disability is significant and well documented enough that it would have been surprising if I’d had to appeal the result of my assessment.

One thing I did was I planned all my answers in advance in bullet points before writing anything in the booklet. You can also type answers on a separate document if that’s easier. I ended up writing a lot more per question than I was given room for so having spare paper on hand if you or whoever’s helping you fills it in by hand. When I did it we always wrote down in the booklet where we’d used extra paper to make sure it all got read.

I was told to never assume the person doing the assessment knows anything about your conditions and to always write everything down even if seems really obvious or your conditions are well known. Like don’t assume that an assessor knows that chronic fatigue syndrome/ ME causes chronic fatigue, or that spastic cerebral palsy causes muscle spasticity. And don’t assume they know that fatigue might make it difficult to think clearly or that spasticity can cause pain. And don’t assume that if you wrote something in your explanation for question 1 that they’ll remember it when you get to question 5. It’s annoying and you end up repeating yourself a lot but it strengthens your case and builds a better picture of your disability if you lay everything out clearly each time. Never tick that you can’t do something and leave the explanation box blank – always give an explanation where prompted.

The other thing I was told was don’t tick that you can do something unless you can do it safely, reliably and as many times as you need to in a day. If you technically could use a knife but you’d be putting yourself or others at risk doing so then you can’t safely use a knife. If you can walk 20m in the morning but by midday you’re in too much pain to walk more than a few steps then you can’t walk 20m as many times as you need to a day. If you can sometimes feed yourself but suddenly lose the ability to hold a fork several times a week then you can’t reliably feed yourself. Always write what a bad day looks like and how often on average that happens as well as how predictable bad days/ symptoms are. Always spell out exactly why you can’t do something safely/ reliably/ repeatedly. If not having the right support has caused accidents or other significant problems then include what happened/ is happening and what the consequences were/ are.

I hope it goes well filling in the form. I know it’s far from the nicest thing in the world to have to do. And I really hope that they listen to you and you get a fair result relatively quickly. Good luck!

[marveltrumpshate]

Tips for creators: Offering any/all characters or ships

Are you open to offering fanworks or services for many characters and relationships and unsure how to express that while adhering to our guidelines? Here's our advice!

Before we get started, we want to emphasize that the ten relationships you select on your sign-up form are just the top ten relationships you'd like to create for the most. You're welcome to say that you're interested in other characters/relationships in your work description and that bidders should ask you if you’re willing to make something for a specific character or relationship. You may also announce extra information when you share your auction post during Preview Week and Auction Week.

We also want to explain why we have ten relationship slots (other than length constraints):

If you list every relationship you've ever liked, you may struggle to make fanworks for relationships you’re no longer invested in or characters you’re not as familiar with. The same applies if you list something like “all gen and ships - MCU,” which we don't allow, as that encompasses thousands of relationships! We don’t want you to be bored or miserable nor do we want bidders to be disappointed if they see that the person they bid on doesn’t care about or is unhappy with what they’re making

Not providing any or enough specificity makes it difficult for people to find you

It's hard for you to stick out. We had hundreds of auctions in previous years and expect to have a large number this year as well. Most bidders search for people who like, or at least offer, their favorite characters and relationships. Someone who does that is a safer and more appealing bet than someone offering "anything”

That said, some people are genuinely open to making something for many characters, relationships, universes, etc., and specific relationships matter less in some situations (e.g., you’re making a scarf decorated in symbols associated with a character like an hourglass for Natasha).

If this applies to you, we recommend picking up to ten fandom, Character/Any, or character-centric options that you're most interested in. This provides flexibility and covers a lot of ground but is still narrower than "any character in any of the Marvel universes."

You can see all the fandom options we have here.

Fandoms - You can offer "any gen," "any ship," or "any gen and ship" (e.g., Black Panther fandom any gen and ship)

Character/Any - These options aren't in the link above as there are too many to list, but you can select them in the relationship drop-down menu on the sign-up form by writing Character/Any (e.g., Pepper Potts/Any). If the character doesn't show up in the drop-down, refer to the ship and gen pairing sections on the list to see how we've written their names

Character-centric - Same as above except you write Character name-centric (e.g., Kamala Khan-centric). You can choose this option if you're up for platonic relationships between a character and any or all Marvel characters. For any romantic relationships, please use "Character/Any" instead as mentioned in the bullet above.

Make sure to specify what universes you'd like to offer each option in. You can have an unlimited number of universes for each relationship.

Keep in mind that someone may ask for something that you dislike or have never considered or created for before if you offer these options unless you list exceptions in your DNWs or work description.

Bear in mind that you may not receive a prompt until months later, so try to gauge what Future!You would be happy to do! This is our way of trying to make the creative process as smooth and enjoyable as possible for you.

[f0point5]

My (long) and hot take (maybe especially with some of the anons you’ve had so far 😬): people tend to forget that Max, due to his current position, has it a lot easier than most drivers when it comes to saying what he wants/thinks and not playing the pr game

He has already achieved the dream of winning a championship (3 times even) so the stakes are not as high as that goal is already checked off.

These wins also means he isn’t nearly as reliant on selling/marketing himself pr and sponsor wise as 1) it’s extremely unlikely for him to get fired or switch team anytime soon [where sponsors is a big deal on the negotiation table] and 2) that first place bring in a big paycheck and a lot of traction (securing the sponsors he already has)

The wins also gives him ethos, meaning whatever he says has credibility, rather than people seeing for instance critique as pettiness or bitterness due to lack of wins, talent etc.

And most importantly he’s the star driver of Red Bull. Like, he’s the driver they’ve played their cards on since hiring him at such a young age. He brings in insane amount of wins and records, which we know is the most important thing for Red Bull (more so than image). Helmut himself said that if max want’s to do less pr, they will simply make it happen because they don’t wanna lose him. In other words, they are not going to fire/harshly-reprimand/limit him or whatever for speaking his mind, even if they don’t necessarily approved what he’s saying or if he’s telling GP the car is shit on live tv.

And a lot of drivers don’t have that freedom. They have to seek out those extra sponsors. They have to dress up for that extra pr. They are in not allowed to publicly criticise their own team. They don’t have near as much political power/security to criticise the organisers/track/FIA and so on and so forth.

I can not stress enough that this is in no way max’s fault and I’m not trying to criticise him or say he doesn’t do any pr at all. I for one am glad that he’s in a position where he can and will speak his mind.

I simply think it’s unfair and a bit narrow minded for fans to not consider how unrealistic that is for many other drivers, and looking down on them for it, saying they are all pr, robots, boring, doesn’t have the courage to speak up whatever, when they are literal athletes who have dedicated their lives and sacrificed their childhood for this sport, and of course will do whatever it takes to not compromise that. (Another hot take: but maybe these pr robots is also just what you see because you don’t follow that/those drivers beyond what pops up namely because it is pr, unlike the more personal content you will see of your fav)

Like hate that the sport has come down to so much pr, but don’t blame the drivers for trying to survive in it.

Tbh I think Max has built his brand around wanting to do as little media as possible, so the sponsors he gets are sponsors that want wins, not a show pony. Also, he has the kudos to build a brand on his on track reputation alone, unlike other drivers who are more reliant on off track appeal. Also, Max doesn’t seem to be very motivated by money so he probably says no to anything that requires too much from him.

And yeah Helmut did say they cut down PR at Max’s requests to keep him happy, as they should tbf there’s no point upsetting your golden goose in case it stops laying eggs 😂

But yeah I agree with you, most drivers are beholden to different obligations that Max either doesn’t have or doesn’t care about. And neither position is wrong.

[beatricebidelaire]

cracking the mystery

Esme shares her theory about Lemony Snicket with Ernest.

~1.1k. Esme Squalor. Ernest Denouement. mentions of Lemony Snicket and Beatrice Baudelaire. vaguely implied Bertrand/Ernest towards the end.

****

“Like, what is with your stupid organization’s tendencies to invent a secret third triplet identity that doesn’t actually exist? Is this written in your rulebook? Eye-tattoo 101?” Esme says, while adjusting the elaborate hat on her head.

“Eye tattoo 101,” Ernest repeats dryly.

“Eye tattoo, or whatever your organization’s called,” she waves a hand airly, her purple nails sparkling under the light. “I don’t really care.”

“Uh huh,” Ernest says. “And, pray tell, what gave you that impression?”

Esme glances at him, condescension in her eyes clear, as she explains, “Well, there’s you and your brother and your so-called urban legend third triplet, for one. I have yet to discern what the purpose of that one is, and frankly, I don’t have any interest in that anyway. But the other one is obvious.”

“Oh, really? Do enlighten me,” Ernest drawls.

She looks at him, as if she’s looking at an idiot. “Well, I obviously mean the fake secret third triplet of Jacques and Kit. Lemony Snicket? Have you ever heard a name that sounds faker than that? Lemony? Even Dewey is a better choice.”

“You can’t accuse someone of being fake and nonexistent just because they wrote unfavorable reviews of you in the newspaper,” Ernest says mildly. “You’re an actress. Which means that as your fame grows, you’ll get fans and also people who strongly dislike your performances.”

Esme glares at him. “Don’t patronise me,” she scowls. “I know how fame works, I’m not naive. But this Lemony is very obviously a made up fake name, and I’ve cracked the mystery behind it.”

Ernest waits, expectantly.

“It’s very obviously Beatrice Baudelaire’s pseudonym that she uses to write in Daily Punctilio’s theater column!” Esme cries. “She uses that to prop herself up, compliment her own performances, while slandering me! She thinks I don’t know, but I see right through her!”

“That’s -” Ernest pauses. “Actually, that’s something I can totally believe she’s capable of doing.”

“That’s exactly the kind of thing she will do, in order to steal more roles from me!” Esme says viciously. “She invents this pseudonym and makes it sound like Jacques Snicket and Kit Snicket’s third secret triplet, but ha! I see through all the lies! I know Jacques and Kit are just twins, just like you and Frank are just twins!”

“If Baudelaire wants to invent a pseudonym to write in the theater column, why not - I don’t know, literally any other name? Why does it have to be the third Snicket triplet?”

“Why do you and your brother invent a third triplet?” Esme shoots back. “Why do anyone in your dumb eye tattoo organization do anything? I sure as hell don’t know. You people have never been the most reasonable bunch. I assume this is some kind of weird protocol your organization has, when it comes to twins.”

“If I remember correctly, ‘Lemony Snicket’ once wrote in the theater column about how he’s dating Beatrice Baudelaire.”

“Exactly! Which further proves ‘Lemony Snicket’ doesn’t actually exist!” Esme says triumphantly.

“Okay, hold up,” Ernest says. “I couldn’t care less about Beatrice Baudelaire and I have never understood her appeal, but I am quite aware that many do, and you can’t possibly claim that Lemony Snicket doesn’t exist just because you think no one will want to date Baudelaire. Many people in fact are madly in love with her - many people without taste, that is.”

“Yes, I know that,” Esme says impatiently. “But do you think she would still be sleeping with me if she has a boyfriend?”

Ernest blinks. “What? You - I thought you hate her.”

“Of course I do, so what?” Esme demands.

“So nothing, I guess. I’m just surprised. Did not know I have to add you to the list of people without taste, but looks like I misjudged,” Ernest shrugs.

“I’m not in love with her or anything so stupid as that. I’m just sleeping with her. Sometimes. In order to better steal her stuff.”

“Uh huh, if you say so,” Ernest says skeptically.

“Anyway, obviously Baudelaire just made up this fake boyfriend identity who’s also Jacques Snicket and Kit Snicket’s secret third triplet, using this identity to write about how good of an actress she is, also dropping clues about not being single to fend off overzealous fans AND simultaneously showing off that she’s taken.”

Ernest Denouement, who knows for a fact that Lemony Snicket is very real, wants to say ‘do you really think Baudelaire would do something like this?” But after giving it some thought, he has to admit that, to this point so far, everything Esme just said still quite sounded like something Beatrice Baudelaire would do.

The problem with Beatrice Baudelaire, Ernest thinks, is that she would do anything. Nothing sounds too improbable for her. She is, for all intents and purposes, everyone’s wildest nightmare. Except people seem to think of her as some kind of lovely daydream.

“You met Olaf?” He asks, abruptly.

She blinks. “Who? Oh wait, The Count’s son?”

“The one and only,” Ernest confirms.

“Heard of him,” she shrugs. “I can’t tell if he’s Beatrice’s worst enemy or her best friend.”

“Same difference,” he says dismissively. Olaf’s been out of The City recently, something concerning The Count and family business, so it’s no wonder that Esme hasn’t yet had the chance to meet Beatrice Baudelaire’s brother in everything but name. “Anyway, if you ever do get the chance to, do mention this delightful theory of yours to him.”

She scoffs. “It’s not a theory. I know. Just because you’re a skeptic doesn’t mean it isn’t true.”

“Sure, sure,” he says, without any sincerity. “Do mention your ‘not a theory’ to him, then.”

****

“Hey, how was your day?” Ernest says, talking into the phone as he leans against the railings on the balcony just outside one of the hotel rooms.

“Sort of busy, although K and I did find some time to squeeze in a pairs tournament in between,” Bertrand replies, from the other end of the phone.

Ernest laughs. “That doesn’t sound very busy at all. How did you guys do?”

“67%. Would have been higher if we hadn’t doubled a 3 hearts and let them make four.”

Ernest whistles. “Oooh. 3 hearts doubled, that’s spicy, you gotta tell me the hand next time you come over. That said, 67%’s not bad overall. Anyway, I heard the funniest theory today that I desperately need to share with someone.”

Bertrand grins wryly. “Go ahead.”

“You sitting down for this? If not, please do so immediately. Anyway, here goes: Lemony Snicket is Beatrice Baudelaire’s pseudonym.”

[bearpillowmonster]

Are Nintendo's Licenses Suited For Film?

Zelda - No.

This opinion I’m actually going to use for a lot of them and that’s because with Mario, there were already cartoons and blueprints other than the gaming franchise, with Zelda, there was a little known cartoon and the CDi games but the main antagonizer here is the silent protag, I can't see him talking, you put yourself in his shoes and solve the puzzles yourself. You don't get that gratification from a movie unless it's like "Oh, that's clever" or the movie itself is a puzzle.

Metroid - No.

Taking that silent protag (for most games) to the next level with her really being the only human most of the time. They “could” potentially add Federation members like they did Other M but is that the true Metroid experience that we’ve been wanting? What about the isolation? I see it going every which way. Even if they keep the Federation out, I can’t see a celebrity voice play Samus, I just can’t and then making the aliens talk, some “could” be fine, like maybe Ridley but imagine Samus having an animated companion like a talking Metroid or Deemer with a deep voice. *ugh* 

Pikmin - Yes.

Imagine a mini man crashed on a planet where he has to learn to live off the land in huge proportions, learning to farm and take care of these strange aliens. Enough said, this speaks for itself, there's so many plots I could come up with. The freight company could want Olimar to bring the Pikmin back with him but that would be taking them out of their habitat. Just so good.

F-Zero - Yes.

Racing is pretty easy and I could see a lot being done with the tracks and speeders and tech and atmosphere. There was an anime that was well liked but this series was never popular enough with anything thus far. It doesn't even all have to revolve around racing that way though because most people know Cap from Smash Bros anyway, have some fights.

Animal Crossing - Maybe.

Simply because the characters are recognizable, therefore people will like to see them and their personalities. Unfortunately, there's not a whole lot that I can come up with for that, if it was Harvest Moon even, I'd set up a compelling love story but this one is kind of beyond me as to a plot. It had a short little anime special but that's not really anything to go by. Maybe it's about crushing debt and finding ways to make money.

Splatoon - Yes.

I think it’s going to miss an essential value to the games but really, it’s a game of factions and that’s something that could work. One side maybe octopus and another side Squid, then balancing the line between kid and squid, aka soldier in a war of paint. I kinda love it. 

Kirby - Maybe.

It wouldn’t be hard to make it if they go the route the cartoon did, which has some fans, but I didn’t say it would be a good movie, I just said it wouldn’t be hard. Kirby is very simplistic and his games resemble that with their short length, I just can't see this story giving me anything I haven't seen before.

Arms - Yes.

One of Nintendos more recent IPs and while it has the sports flavor, that's kind of what separates it from the rest here. It has style. It has distinct characters. It has possibilities with its world and the different arms that they switch out, easily an anime one-up, imagine Megalo-Box but with this. It's almost their version of Street Fighter, like the day time Chun Li who takes on the role as a cop but goes off to participate in fighting at night. Min-Min the noodle shop worker trying to make enough money to keep her story open but not to damage her brand, so she wears a mask.

Star Fox - Yes.

These ones talk so we don’t have that issue, in fact I don’t see why this hasn’t been done already when it’s been rumored to be in the works time and time again in various different ways that all sound appealing. My only hope with these sci-fi franchises that have to do with spaceships is that they don’t try and do the Ratchet and Clank thing where we see an origin story where all the guy wants to be a great pilot or prodigy. Make McCloud cool from the get-go, it doesn't have to be a humbling story, just show off some cool tricks! Neat planets, heck, some dinosaurs wouldn't even be too out of the realm of possibility, could you imagine? Even a series would do this one good, making mini-ops to help the planets.

[escapismqueen]

(Anon from the last ask about Conrad as a love interest's appeal.) I think honestly the one thing that Conrad has on his side that really determines their relationship as endgame is the fact that he's been written as essentially the sole steward of the beach house and in a very Lizzie Bennett way Belly loves the beach house almost if not more than Conrad and I think more than anything the story is setting up her to take over for Susannah. It's pretty unfair that Jeremiah isn't considered as part of the house as Conrad is but I get the sense that they're trying to establish that he's flighty and doesn't care about the house as much as Conrad does (that scene where Jeremiah and Belly get excited at the possibility of the new owners' letting them stay there a couple weeks during summer each year versus Conrad refusing the offer was to establish that Jeremiah somehow cares less than him).

Yeah, I just don’t think that it’s fair how people think Jeremiah doesn’t care. He so obviously cares, the whole speech about him calling the house his safe space and how he’d see it in his dreams; the boy adores the house, and tbh he said a lot more about it than Conrad did. There’s no way one of them cares more than the other about it. They’ve both just lost their mum, and it holds so many incredible memories that are all tied to her. I’ve never seen Jeremiah as ‘flighty’ all he’s done is stand by the people he loves and do what he can to help fix things. If they were setting up for belly to take over after Susannah, it still makes sense to have Jeremiah be her endgame. He knows how much the house means to her, he comforted her several times throughout season 2 and he acknowledged that it was hurting her, not just him. This is why I so desperately want a jelly endgame.

[c0rpseductor]

saw this post on someone’s blog i was reading and it strikes me as kind of narrow-minded about escapism and what a reader wants from fiction and takes TO fiction, plus i love the sound of my own voice, so. My rebuttal to nobody in particular

if it were any other form of fiction i’d tend to agree with this take; honestly, i do to an extent even with reader insert fiction. it’s true that not all fiction (or even most!) should be approached with the desire for Relatability of the protagonist as one’s first concern. it’s fine to listen to another person‘s perspective and experience and inhabit it knowing it’s not yours, whether for escapism or to learn. (i don’t agree that escapism ought to be one’s sole aim or concern in engaging with texts, but it’s a still a valid aim.)

but this take irritates me because reader insertion fic promises — or at least purports to promise — an intrinsically “relatable” experience, a more intimate kind of vicarious pleasure. character x YOU, go many of the tags. if i’m being told that this is MY experience, that this fic was written with the aim of giving ME, the reader, an experience where I get to interact with glup shitto MYSELF….why on earth would i not complain if i didn’t get the promised experience, if the vessel i’m supposed to be able to effortlessly project upon is so unlike me that i can’t possibly?

and sure, of course i see the appeal in “what would it be like to be some other person for a bit,” but is that not why we have fiction that doesn’t purport to insert the reader directly into the narrative? for example, if i wanted to read about thrawn and imagine myself as a hotheaded cadet from wild space with a totally different set of life circumstances i would simply fucking make the decision to project onto eli vanto. whether or not the narrative is written in second person is immaterial.

i think it’s important to be able to approach any narrative and know when to say “this wasn’t written with someone like me in mind” and be able to interface with it for what it is rather than what you wished it might be. i read my fair share of reader insertion fanfiction, honestly mostly out of morbid curiosity, and i recognize that absolutely 0% of it is written with someone like me in mind simply because i’m male. i don’t expect other writers to write for an audience that doesn’t include themselves or that doesn’t interest them; none of these works HAVE to cater to me, and i CAN just analyze the storytelling and characters without needing to be anything like the woman usually featured (or, sometimes, person of undisclosed gender).

but — and this part is critical — i’m also not able to derive much vicarious enjoyment from these fanfics precisely because they don’t reflect my experience in any real way. my desires, my thoughts, and my personality are never even really dimly echoed in these characters. i can’t imagine myself in the narrative. is that not kind of the point? if you simply can’t put yourself in that position at all, if the reader insert is so unlike you that you have to essentially pretend you’re someone else, why even bother with the reader insertion gimmick? i, the reader, am not actually being inserted at that point. i, the male reader, am usually reading a second-person POV narrative about an unfamiliar woman with a personality entirely unlike mine and whose name and appearance i do not know. if i actually cared about the vicarious enjoyment angle i’d be pissed. for people who DO care about that aspect of the subgenre and don’t find themselves reflected in any meaningful way, i imagine it’s very frustrating to feel overlooked and then be told you ought to just enjoy the work for the storytelling instead of what you want and were promised.

and to that end i think it’s not a problem with any individual author or even the community in aggregate so much as the actual premise of the genre itself — readers are too diverse! you have to dilute the POV character to less than a whisper in order to make them a suitable vessel for as many people as possible, and in the event where you don’t you’re probably still going to try to go for a broadly appealing set of traits that many readers won’t be able to truly connect with as if they, themselves, are present. in that respect, at least in my opinion, it’s a lot better to vicariously experience things through well-defined characters in more typical fiction, where i’m not given the dashed expectation of being able to relate to them or essentially BE them. it leaves room for richer experiences and, as this post says, an appreciation of the story without the baggage of “relating.” because ultimately that approach i think is widely correct and broadly applicable. but it rings a little ridiculous in the discussion of a genre literally called “reader insert” to tell the reader they oughtn’t expect to be inserted into the narrative. that’s kind of fucking goofy. come on now.

[electricbluebutterflies]

C'mere for Joel/Tess?

This wasn't supposed to turn to smut but these babes do what they want. NSFWish and also on ao3.

As compared to other stages of her core dynamic, domestication comes relatively easy to Tess.

She’s had roommates before – Before being the operative word, her lone-wolf tendencies a side effect of global events and fiercely protected in the years since – and before that she had brothers, and she’s used to being the closest thing a space has to a feminine presence. Not that she’s domestic, not that she has high standards for cleaning or that waitressing on-and-off so many years actually taught her anything about food, but-

Having another body to curl up around is ideal. Doesn’t mean she has any idea how they function when they’re both awake and not trying to wreck each other.

The specific issue is physicality, the uncertainty of what level of casual touch is mutually acceptable. Perhaps more functional people would actually discuss this; Tess, who has never seen the point in a Relationship Negotiation over anything less than the specific circumstances under which she’d tolerate a little choking during sex, does not. Instead she holds back, inches so slowly into developing that side, so slowly she barely does anything and-

“C’mere.”

It’s late-but-not-too-late, her back against the wall but not for fun reasons, her partner taking up space on the couch. How to use moments of free time is always a challenge; neither of them are naturally talkative people, part of the mutual appeal, and Tess’s sex life has never been so good just because there’s nothing else to do and-

“Motivate me.”

“There’s space. You fit right.”

She laughs, low and unimpressed. “You even looking at me? I fit a lot of places.”

“But here is convenient.”

She’ll give him that, she decides at the same time she accepts that the evening is headed the usual direction. A few months since their paths crossed, just enough time that she’s lost count, she doesn’t keep anniversaries and time itself doesn’t seem real in her world anymore and-

“What’s in it for me?”

“What seems fair to you?”

She moves forward, trying to swing her barely existent hips a little, what feels like her worst impulses becoming dominant. “No point touching you if I’m not on top of you,” she murmurs, only half meaning it, only-

“Good part of why I like you. You don’t hide what you want.”

She holds back a shiver, holds back the anger of yet another man who appreciates that she’s such an easy lay because she knows she isn’t just that here. Joel is… not the most perceptive person she’s ever met, she’ll admit that in the darker parts of her mind, but the thing is he knows that too and it’s become perfectly clear how they complete each other, compatible strengths and weaknesses and they’re so damn perfect and-

He's gonna make her soft. She’d hate him for it if he weren’t so pretty.

This doesn’t feel like a good moment to discuss emotions, however, and instead she sets herself down on the couch and excuse her that is not enough space for her ass and-

“You want me too?” she asks, always careful when she has control.

“Yeah. If you’re alright leading.”

She’s learning that too, she thinks as she takes a soft kiss and a deeper one, as she resists the instinct to straddle him already because too many layers between them. She feels that comfortable warmth building up where she wants it, how casual she’s always been with her body and how it’s just slightly different with a partner she may be falling a little bit in love with and-

Her hands wander, and it’s always such a delight to feel physical proof that someone wants her, a cock twitching under her fingers as kisses get a little more breathless, this is hers this is hers this is-

“You need anything?” he murmurs against her jaw, and the fact that he’s still able to ask that question right now is as much proof as possible that he’s never getting rid of her.

“Find out for yourself,” she counters.

For that she gets pleasantly callused hands pushing her pants past her hips, fingertips teasing every bit of proximal skin before drifting where she wants them. She’s turned on enough to enjoy this, enough that she can take him, already her body adapting to her lover’s details, already-

“Get on me,” he breathes.

She does, losing a breath as her body adjusts, as she reminds herself that she wants this. Most of her past lovers have been smaller; most of them have also been less cooperative, so it balances out. When they’re like this, when she can do what she wants without any complications, she-

He gets a hand between them before she can even ask, two fingers putting adequate pressure on her clit, and oh this is not a bad way to kill time.

They’re already developing routines, first and most importantly in this, the important parts staying the same even as locations and positions change. Tess is still accepting her dominant streak, but she’s used to having to be more demanding, asking for things instead of trusting a lover to figure it out, instead of-

“This what you wanted?” she murmurs, amazed her voice even comes out.

“Further than I thought you’d take it. But not… you’re something else.”

There’s a compliment in there somewhere, she tries to convince herself, there’s something-

They have got to find ways to keep each other occupied that don’t involve pinning each other. Some other day.

Right now that doesn’t matter, right now he gets off first and triggers her, a little extra pressure where she needs it and how the hell is that an instinct when his body’s this compromised and how did she get this lucky and-

“You’re stuck with me,” she murmurs after, as they separate just enough and she decides she’s going to cling long enough to take a nap. “Can’t let me do that and then leave me, understand?”

Joel responds with a few kisses on the side of her face, and that feels like enough confirmation for her to drop the issue. They don’t do words. They’ll probably never do words. She gets what she needs anyways.

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@admiral-craymen replied to your post “If we are to have a rational conversation about this, I need you to stop using the word "free speech"”

"Freeze Peach"

No, it's not that. I don't want to have a conversation about this at all tbh but let me try and explain. "Free speech" is a term we use when talking about whether or not the government can restrict what you say (or write, etc.) legally. That doesn't mean that any kind of speech is protected, even by some non-governmental entity like Wikipedia. It means there are very specific rules as to how free speech can be restricted in certain situations (say, for instance, inciting violence) – these are called "legal restrictions on free speech."

When someone says something like "free speech isn't absolute," they usually mean one of two things: either that the legal restrictions are more stringent than many people think ("It might sound nice to say 'anything goes,' but if your speech advocates violence against others, then the law has every right to limit it") OR that the legal protection extends beyond its original meaning to other kinds of restrictions ("Wikipedia should censor information because it contains truth claims"). The first case is legitimate and the second is not; neither case involves an unrestricted right to say whatever you want with no consequences from anyone. ("You can say anything except advocate murder.")

The problem here is that people conflate these two cases. They imagine that the US Constitution guarantees us an absolutely unfettered freedom to express ourselves legally without regard to social norms, which is simply false. This leads them to conclude that since Wikipedia does enforce social norms, their actions must violate our constitutional rights somehow, although it's impossible to specify exactly how, and therefore the site must be shut down immediately until it figures out how to adhere to the letter of the law and the spirit of the founding fathers at once. Thus the question of whether free speech is being violated is confused into a matter of whether a website has failed to exercise some form of moral authority over us.

This justifies itself by appealing to a supposedly fundamental human need to be told off for saying something wrong. But if a thing is true, why do we care? And who decides what's true anyway? If you start taking truth-claims seriously, you end up back where you started, asking "who enforces the rules of logic?" Is God really going to smite me if my reasoning is invalid? No, he probably won't, unless he wants to. So maybe the real sin is to break community standards of reasonableness rather than breaking laws of physics. Sure, you could always appeal to divine judgment after the fact, but is that worth it? Better ask yourself whether or not your behavior will actually affect others beforehand, rather than waiting for a chance encounter with Jehovah. Or better yet, just take responsibility for yourself instead of relying on someone else to tell you how to act.

Anyway, that was long and rambling and possibly confusing, sorry! Just wanted to clarify. In general, I am suspicious of arguments based on simple principles that would require huge changes to society or require centralized control, e.g., abolish the police, give everyone a computer so they can self-publish books, build giant solar panels across the desert so energy prices fall below $1 per gallon, etc. These schemes may be morally desirable in some way but often seem impractical at best and horrifying at worst.

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Self Reflection

Noir pulls the hood further down, digging his finger joints into the matted fake fur, trusting that everybody will be too busy avoiding the sludge to pay much attention to the conspicuous metal sheen. The fingerless gloves help, but it isn’t ideal. Not that the biting cold bothers him, other than everything being soggy seemingly all the time and the occasional stutter in his functions when an exposed wire or two gets a little too chilled it’s fine. But it makes people look in a way he doesn’t care for.

The face is worse though. At least fingers you can make a halfhearted excuse for prosthetics and you don’t want to talk about it. You can’t do that with an entire head. At least this place has air that’s clogged enough that breathing is at most times difficult, so everybody’s used to paying more attention to body language than expressions because of the masks.

Noir has been here 4 days and one thing is clear.

He has got to get a mask that isn’t cracked, semi-transparent and fished out of a dumpster.  That’d solve so many problems for him.

It’s a nice shop, relatively speaking. A little scruffy, a little hidden away, but less grimy than the surrounding buildings. Noir pulls back to a side street and runs his fingers along the edge of the mask. He hates doing this, but he can’t think of any other ways. 

The look of bemused interest doesn’t surprise Noir, not really, it’s not that this place has less robots than usual, it’s the way they tend towards more robust builds. He stands out. The clothes don't help, probably, but for all it’d make the look more convincing he just couldn’t stand the thought of exposing himself entirely. The wrinkled inner shirt and pants will have to do, some people are into dressing up their bots anyway so not like it’s unheard of.

Just a little weird.

He can run with that.

“Good afternoon Sir,” he greets, falling back on that old cheerful customer service voice he’s worked so hard to get rid of. The ‘smile’ is there too, and the posture. It’s awful how easy it feels, doing all that again. Easy and false. This isn’t him, not really.. “My Master is interested in the local mask craftsmanship, I’ve been tasked with collecting data, might I have a look at your inventory?”

The guy looks amused, judging by the expression behind the relatively open faced mask, which is better than annoyed at least. “Must be some rich jerkass, bringing out fancy toys to do the shopping,” he says and Noir isn’t sure he should be pleased or worried.

“Only collecting data for now Sir,” he says, all fake cheerful. “Though an exchange of money for goods is a future possibility.” 

 This would be so much easier, if people weren’t assholes about selling directly to robots.

“S’a free country, s’fine to look” the guy says, and Noir wants very badly to tell him how it really isn’t, but he has a role to play so he shuts up instead.

It was the full faced masks that had drawn his attention outside. They seem to be good quality up close, based on what tips he’s been able to gather of info from the local community boards and some basic materials analysis, but the price tags aren’t exactly agreeable with his current amount of available funds. Granted, the likelihood of being able to buy anything now is low enough he doesn’t want to waste energy calculating it.

He just likes knowing, he tells himself. He hadn’t really thought there’d be a variety of animal shaped ones, but they’re interesting. Something about them feels appealing in a way the more utilitarian ones don’t.

They feel a bit like home.

Noir’s false smile flickers for a second.

The amber glass in the bright fox mask mirrors his blank face back at him and he knows it’s not sensible, but it’s right.

If he has to play a role, that’s the one he wants.

Noir always liked foxes, for all that he’s never seen a live one. The stories though. Those were good.

After a couple of minutes idle watching Noir leaves with a polite bow, chewing on the number listed by the fox mask. So far he’s been getting by, mostly by scrounging, he isn’t really in a position where having an account is doable so most of the jobs he could do he can’t actually get paid for. Forgery of that magnitude isn’t his strong suit, and even if it was, he wouldn’t like doing it.

The humans standing by the spot he’d tucked his neatly folded clothes away really should have registered sooner, he thinks in the frozen second when they spot him and he spots them. 

“Oh, shit,” Noir says, because his threat assessment just had a fit and he didn’t actually ever prepare for a situation like this. He isn’t programmed for confrontations, damn it.

At least they look about as baffled at the situation as he feels.

“Is that a robot wearing shoes,” one of them asks the others after an awkward moment of silence, and Noir wishes he was capable of rolling his eyes at them because yes, obviously. Why do humans have to be like that? It’s not like he wants wet feet either. Sludge seeping into his foot-wiring is a more pressing concern than wet socks damn it, that shit is delicate.

“That’s my clothes,” he says, because what else is there to do? “Give them back.”

“It’s a mouthy robot wearing shoes,” one of the others says. Rude, he’s right there.

They’re young, late teens, the exact kind of guys Noir would keep an extra eye on back home when there were more than two of them. Three is trouble. He swears he can see those little gears turn from ‘mildly bored’ to ‘here’s something nobody will care if we mess with’.

“Hey,” the stupid questions guy says in a tone Noir doesn’t care for. “Aren’t things like you supposed to talk nice to people,” he’s stepping closer, a hand raised out.

He’s not sure when, exactly, he got that alert but it’s flashing at him in an obnoxious red as he hisses “Don’t. Touch.” His face is so close to the teen his cameras can focus past the reflection in the mask’s glass. That face is priceless, but something’s nagging him still. He brushes the warning aside, it’s not like he’s gonna use more force on that fragile arm, he knows exactly how much force it’ll take to break bone and this is barely gonna leave a bruise.

Not that the old restrictions care, he can tell it’s ticking down to freeze him for ‘manhandling’ a visitor. Something in the kids' expressions changes.

Uh-uh, he thinks in that split second before things go black. Bad move.

There’s a 10 minute lapse in data when he gets back enough processing power to actually check. A quick scan doesn’t show any grievous error messages since the last log, so that’s something. A couple of minor ones he should probably check out. Noir gets up. 

One of them must’ve kicked his head or… something. The near seamless joint of his face isn’t so seamless anymore. His right eye feels a little loose, but it’s running fine. Which is good, cause it’s one of those components that run at a pretty high price here. Short supply he guesses. Not that he really needs two, but people tend to be freaked out if one’s missing. Something about that hole…

Noir tilts his head, picking up the soggy remains of what the teens didn’t manage to wreck before they ran off.

He runs those numbers again.

Hmm.

“I will be buying from you today,” Noir says, his automated cheerful tone ringing in the silence of the store. He doesn’t stumble, his spatial sensors are too good at corrections for that, but his movements are a little off now. He hadn’t taken that into account. That doesn’t matter, it doesn’t hurt, that’d be silly. It’s just that the absence is weird

He can fix that, later.

The store owner looks a little troubled, but to his credit he doesn’t make any stupid remarks.Just blinks, shakes his head and straightens out. “Which one,” he asks. Noir points, and the human makes a sound he doesn’t know how to interpret. He’s staring at Noir’s eye socket and he hates that feeling. Not mirroring that stupid smile to make a frown takes measurable effort.

“Transfer?” the question rattles Noir, even though it shouldn’t.

“I have been given cash,” he says, placing the crumbled notes on the counter. Exact change. He wants this over with so he can get people to stop staring at the stupid hole. That isn’t his face.

“Hm,” the human goes and grabs the fox mask from its spot, placing it in a rag-fabric bag without asking, along with the filtration system. “Thank you,” Noir says and takes the bag. He very nearly means it. 

He doesn’t wait to hear if there’s an answer to that. He’s done with playing servant. 

It feels right, adjusting the mask so it fits snugly. He looks at his reflection in a grimy window and sure, he needs some better clothes to make him stand out a little less but… it’s him, not some blank faced shell. Noir runs his fingers against the edge of the glass. 

He can always replace that eye. That was never really important, as long as the important parts are him he can manage.

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