#TY. I’ve only thought very briefly on what the dynamic would be with this

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Does fry know king and anchor?

😔 No, sadly (or fortunately?)

Hawk doesn’t want either of them meeting Fry. Hawk just tells her that her grandparents are dead. (Hawk herself barely has contact with his parents after she turned 18, and only sees Anchor when he needs money)

Anchor… respects the choice or at least somewhat understands it. King really wishes he could meet Fry and has some weird hope that one day Hawk would be like “Y’know what actually sure I’ll let my child meet my parents. My dangerous assassin parents. That sounds like a good idea today.” <-would never happen. But King loves to cling to baseless hope : )

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When did Storm Shadow Become a Villain?

There is a scene in GI Joe Resolute where Snake Eyes and Storm Shadow are having their obligatory Ninja Battle and (Spoilers I Guess) Storm Shadow reveals that he orchestrated his uncle, The Hard Master’s, death and that he fully meant to kill Snake Eyes as well, out of jealousy and because his uncle would not teach him the final secret to killing a man in seven steps, fearing that young Storm Shadow was too volatile and violent. Towards the end of the battle Storm Shadows wrist bands come off, revealing his Arashikage tattoo on one arm and a Cobra Sigil on the other.

This version of Storm Shadow (Voiced by “every Beagle Boy on Ducktales” Eric Bauza) stands out amongst his post-2000 incarnations as an unrepentant psychopath, but still falls in line with the prominent view of Storm Shadow as a villain--one of the main villains with a special hatred for his GI Joe counterpart.

This is the version I grew up with. GI Joe vs Cobra through Sigma 6 were the prominent Joe adaptations when I was the target demographic and all throughout Storm Shadow was a bad guy to varying degrees. 

I knew in the classic Hama stuff he eventually defected, but I was not prepared for just how much he’s a heroic character from the start. There’s no big sword dual with Snake Eyes, no Anakin and Obi Wan style “friend turned bitter enemy” dynamic. It’s made clear from jump that Tommy is undercover in Cobra and remains an honorable man in search of justice. He leaves Cobra quickly and is branded as a Joe in all his figures until 2000--when they started packing their characters in two-packs with one Joe and one Cobra. In all appearances, Storm Shadow is more a Joe than a Cobra. So what led to the the modern view of Storm Shadow as a bad guy, who, even when he gets his redemption, still has a mean streak and a cruel manner? How did a character in a toy driven franchise who had more toys as a hero than a villain end up as one of the franchise’s most consistent villains?

*(For simplicity’s sake, this is only going to cover film and television portrayals of the character).

*Spoilers for pretty much every GI Joe adaptation to follow.

The first portrayal of Storm Shadow as Cobra Commander’s loyal and competent hatchet man (one of the few) is not too much older than Hama’s original Marvel version. The Sunbow version of Storm Shadow (voiced by “guy you’ve heard in everything” Keone Young) remained a loyal cobra agent--with none of the Hama version’s depth. 

He had what you might call “standard cartoon Ninja honor” where he clearly had some kind of code of ethics, but was primarily an arrogant killer (as much as he could be in a cartoon) who fought primarily with Spirit and Quick Kick (voiced by wonderfully talented “guy you’ve seen in everything” Francois Chau) as Snake Eyes was largely shunted to the side in the cartoon. The echoes of Sunbow Storm Shadow can be seen in pretty much every non-comic adaptation that followed.

Skipping right over the Dic continuation of the Sunbow cartoon because Storm Shadow actually is a Joe in that, as he was in the comics and figures of the time (and because I haven’t seen it) we come to the 2000′s era.

The Spy Troops and Valor vs. Venom DTV movies had a Storm Shadow (voiced by “guy who got his blood ripped out by Magneto in X2: X-Men United” Ty Olsson) who was essentially his Sunbow self with one major change. He actually had a history with Snake Eyes, and a bitter rivalry. The details are not gone into in either film (you get a little more in the figure file cards and mini-comics of the era) but Storm Shadow accuses Snake Eyes of betraying the Arashikage. The implication being that either Storm Shadow blames Snake Eyes for some crime or another or that there was a schism in clan. 

The File cards of the time movie go from acknowledging Storm Shadow’s time as a Joe, and claiming he’s working with Cobra again for unknown reasons, to establishing their own canon that Snake Eyes and Storm Shadow were once best friends and “Sword Brothers” before Storm Shadow fell to the dark side and joined Cobra. Though Storm Shadow’s file card does end with the ominous implication that he’s got his own agenda in working with Cobra (just like his Hama incarnation) the DTV films imply that he’s a Cobra loyalist in addition to his feud with Snake Eyes.

Spy Troops and Valor vs. Venom lead in a semi-canonical way to GI Joe Sigma 6 where Storm Shadow (voiced by “guy whose only other role I recognize is pulling double duty as Zeke Stane and Living Laser in the Iron Man 3 videogame” Tom Wayland) more or less continues the previous two iterations’ version of Storm Shadow. He once again accuses Snake Eyes of some great betrayal that broke their friendship. The GI Joe website at the time includes the detail that Storm Shadow was infiltrating Cobra when he was brainwashed into becoming a loyal Cobra agent. It’s another concession, like his 2001 file card, to Hama’s heroic double agent, while still portraying him in line with Sunbow’s villainous henchman. 

GI Joe Resolute comes next, where we see a departure from any pretense of Storm Shadow being a good guy. Resolute, in many ways, comes off as a gritty direct continuation of the Sunbow series, and it takes Sunbow’s villainous Storm Shadow and strips him of even the token bits of honor and humanity he had. It also, as near as I can tell, begins the trend of Storm Shadow outright resenting Snake Eyes, rather than being his one time friend.

As an irrelevant aside, I have my problems with Resolute but I do love everyone’s character designs and Eric Bauza does a fantastic job as one fourth of the cast. His Sean Connery impression for Destro is particularly inspired.

This brings us to the big ones. GI Joe: RIse of Cobra and GI Joe: Retaliation where Storm Shadow is brought to the big screen by Lee Byung-Hun (who I don’t have a snarky/informative aside for because shamefully despite how prolific he is I’ve only seen him in these movies and The Magnificent 7 remake) and as a child by Brandon Soo Hoo (he’s also been in a lot of stuff, but I particularly liked his turn as Beast Boy in the animated New 52 DC movies).

Lee’s Storm Shadow in the first film falls in line with his portrayals up to this point, probably skewing most closely towards Sunbow. He has a code of ethics (he doesn’t kill women apparently) but he’s still a bad guy and he seems to quite like it. Lee brings a charm to the character that had not really existed up until that point. He also spends a lot of time maskless (and it’s hard to blame the production team for that one, he’s a very handsome dude) which was a shock for anyone who grew up with the 2001 era storm shadow where the thought of him without a mask was so insane that it was relegated to a mail in figure (As a kid I seriously thought he had some Mandalorian style code of not removing it)

His origin in this version takes bits of Hama and bits of Resolute (or Resolute took from this, Resolute came out first but this might have been in development). It is, as far as I can tell, the first version to have Storm Shadow and Snake Eyes train together as children and it portrays Storm Shadow, even as a child, as an arrogant and jealous person.

Now, at least in my opinion, it’s fairly obvious that the first movie fully intended Storm Shadow to be a baddie, full stop. There’s a little wiggle room given that we never see him stab The Hard Master in the flashback (the Hard Master in this version is Storm Shadow’s father rather than his uncle) but the way he taunts Snake Eyes about it during their final confrontation makes a pretty compelling case for his having committed patricide.

The sequel would bring back elements of the Hama backstory. Zartan killed The Hard Master and Storm Shadow had to infiltrate Cobra to discover that. Given Cobra Commander and Storm Shadow are of roughly the same age (Storm Shadow being a bit older I think) and this event occurred when they were both children it’s unclear on who’s orders Zartan did this but we do know it was done to turn the already volatile young man into the perfect angry ninja assassin (given this canon is pretty much over we’ll probably never know for sure, but my guess based on the IDW movie universe comics is that Zartan either did it at the behest of the Red Ninja Clan or just to have a tiny assassin of his own, probably the former since they seem to regard each other as unpleasant colleagues who sometimes work together).

What I particularly like about this version is that, because the first movie portrayed him as this charmingly sadistic Bond Villain henchman, even after he switches sides in the sequel he’s still kind of a belligerent dick. It’s a fun piece of characterization that even once he’s cleared his name, avenged his father, and made his peace with his family, it doesn’t change the fundamental fact that he’s not a very nice person.

This is something that would persist into the next (and for the moment last, but more on that later) onscreen version of Storm Shadow.

GI Joe Renegades (the best GI Joe Cartoon, fight me) saw Storm Shadow (voiced by “holy crap this guy originated the role of Saw Gerrera in Clone Wars” Andrew Kishino) as the leader of the Arashikage Clan (explicitly a crime syndicate, harkening back to implications in Hama’s version) who operates independent of Cobra except very briefly and only to fulfill his own ends (again bringing him closer to Hama’s version than any of his predecessors). Falling in line with the implications of the movie and Resolute, he and Snake Eyes were uneasy classmates more than friends and trained together as teenagers. An attempt to kill Snake Eyes went awry and resulted in the death of the Hard Master (who again, seemed to favor Snake Eyes over his own nephew). Storm Shadow believes Snake Eyes to have killed The Hard Master(somehow failing to connect the dots given his own murder plan failed the same night Snake Eyes allegedly murdered his uncle--or hell he’s probably just in denial until the truth slaps him in the face). 

Also, irrelevant aside number 2, in contrast with Resolute I really don’t like this character design. Renegades had pretty good character design all around, neatly bringing together various versions in a way that felt coherent but I don’t like the little tufts of hair sticking out of the mask or the way it kinda hangs in front of his mouth. Is he hiding his face or not? It seems like he’s not so much wearing a mask as a bandana and an oversized turtleneck.

This version neatly ties together the “Snake Eyes betrayed us” of the early 2000′s, the “arrogant unfavorite” of the mid 2000s and the “out for justice assassin” of Hama’s run. He is, again, an arrogant prick from the start, but his genuine shame and resolve to abandon his quest for vengeance and his extremely short partnership with Cobra make his eventual redemption (or the start of what you assume would have been a longer redemption arc had the series continued) more believable than the live action movies--if a mite less fun.

And that’s where it ends, at least until the much delayed Snake Eyes live action movie is finally released, where Storm Shadow is set to be played by “guy from the best episode of American Gods Season 2″ Andrew Koji. I quite like the look of the cast of this movie, and I’m excited to see what Koji brings to the role. Will Storm Shadow be arrogant, murderous, honorable, charming, brooding, misunderstood, cruel, vengeful...some impossible combination of all of the above? We’ll have to wait and see.

*Including the various alternate comic book versions probably would have painted a more complete picture, but I’ve only read Hama’s run and the IDW reboot (where Storm Shadow is kind of a non-entity), besides this was more about tracing Storm Shadow through the adaptations I watched as a kid.

*None of the adaptations seem to go with Hama’s original detail that Storm Shadow and Jinx were from Northern California. On the one hand I see why you transplant them to Japan with the rest of their family (it’s a globetrotting element and makes the cast more cosmopolitan) but I always liked the idea of that they were children of immigrants.

*Adaptations have been touch and go about casting Japanese actors in the role but I was impressed to find out that Sunbow cast Japanese Americans as both Storm Shadow and Jinx, making them probably the most faithful casting in relation to their original backstories.

*Apologies for my complete inability to get screenshots of roughly the same size or resolution.

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Well, I deleted this original answer (and then deleted it again as a post...and then deleted it one more time after that), so here it is for a fourth time with a screenshot of the original ask, and LET US HOPE that I can manage to see it through to completion.

This ask has taken me quite a bit of time and thought, because what I’m hoping to give you is a summary that helps you to better understand without being too overwhelming/containing way too much information.

First, thank you so much for reaching out, and I’m really glad you did! The point you’re at right now (or the point you were at when you sent this anyway) is where every single one of us started, and it’s an amazing journey from here if you find yourself wanting to take it! Seeking out resources from others is absolutely the way to go about it, and I hope that you always feel free to ask me (and other tinhats) for any info/thoughts/anything you need in the future! I can’t seem to include links in-post, but I’m going to message you a link to Speak the Truth, a site documenting J2 ‘happenings’ so to speak from a tinhat’s perspective through the year 2011. And, basically, whether someone’s been a tinhat from day one or for one day, we all have different pieces of the puzzle, and that’s really why it’s so important for us to connect with each other and work together as a whole.

So, let me try to figure out where to begin.

I, like quite a few other tinhats I’ve spoken with over the years actually, didn’t put much stock into any of this when it first started to emerge. People fantasizing about two celebrities having a romantic relationship (especially two leads in a movie or a TV show and especially when those leads are of the same sex) is far from a new thing and has been going on forever, and naturally I assumed in the beginning that J2 tinhats were no different. Had I not actually looked into all of it further and eventually then started really paying attention to the comings and goings of Jared & Jensen/watching all the footage I could find/reading the interviews/seeking out candid photos etc., I might not have ever changed my views, and it still took me quite a while to fully come around to where I am now even with all that.

What caused me to start looking more deeply in the first place was the simple fact that Jared & Jensen, even during the still-fledgling days of their relationship (however you happen to define that relationship), had a very unique and pretty immediate closeness that separated them distinctly from everyone else.

***As an aside, like I always bring up, most Wincest shippers were born from that intense J2 chemistry that bled into the characters of Sam & Dean.

The Js had clearly connected on a deep level that they not only spoke about openly from the beginning but that was also more than evident in the ways they interacted with each other, looked at each other, talked to each other, and even just existed in each other’s spaces (they even shared and share clothing and have freely admitted that).

Jared: “It didn’t feel like a blind date. It felt like we were continuing a relationship. There’s no rhyme or reason to what happened.”

They’ve also frequently phrased things like that *points up,* using very couple-y terminology.

(note: speaking of couple-y terminology, they’ve been heard calling each other “babe” and “baby” on several different occasions)

They’ve always had the kind of body language with each other that you really don’t see often in non-platonic relationships and that you especially don’t see often between two actors who’s paths have crossed initially in a purely work-related setting, and it was that special intimacy between them that first sparked my curiosity.

Let’s take a very brief look at just a few of those examples (a mix of the early years and beyond):

And below I’m including an example of the clothes-sharing I mentioned:

My curiosity expanded VERY rapidly (almost explosively) from that point onward as I began to dive more heavily into ‘J2-research.’

Like I said above, I’m not going to overload this post with specifics (although I’m happy to send specifics to you by the boatload if you’re interested), but I will just wrap up this first part of my answer by saying that it was the candid J2 moments I came across that really started to sell me on the possibility of a non-platonic J2 dynamic, the pictures and footage where they didn’t know they were being recorded or photographed, largely during the earlier years when they weren’t as cautious, but certainly not limited to those years, pictures/footage in which they interacted with each other in ways that I certainly would not interact with someone I wasn’t romantically involved with or at least romantically interested in).

Here are a couple of well-known examples. Less intense than some choice video clips (that I’ll have to find a way to post in the future) but still beautiful and intimate. I actually just posted that first one a few hours ago!

-which ‘arguably’ could depict the body language of two very close platonic friends (more so than the first photo, above it, anyway), but...look more closely at the giddy, love-struck expression on Jensen’s face as he watches Jared:

It’s kinda a bit harder to call it platonic when you really see it like that....

And...gosh, I poured over so many of these moments, just...so, so many.

Even then, though, I wasn’t necessarily convinced of the fact that the two were together in any kind of serious way. I, like this blog’s first owner, co-owner (who became a tinhat almost right alongside me, actually, time-wise) felt that the Js were certainly at least not strictly straight, quite possibly that they weren’t at all straight, and that they were definitely attracted to each other, an attraction that had likely yielded physical results, but I had no reason to think at that point that they would go to the great lengths (and put themselves through the unimaginable hardships) of leading such intricately and immensely false lives, at great personal expense, if they were actually in a serious, romantic relationship with each other that they both felt would be long-term.

Not when it was almost 2008 (at the time) and being a gay celebrity wasn’t anything to even bat an eye at anymore...right?

But I still had a lot to learn back then.

The next ‘milestone’ for me, upon looking even more closely (and not just at the Js anymore but at those around them/in their circle/etc., not to mention the Js lives pre-meeting each other, just all kinds of stuff) came the discovery(discoveries) of the many inconsistencies, which I’ll explain further, that were ultimately at the heart of my transition from on-the-fence to full tinhat.

A good example to use, because most people have at least some knowledge of this, centers around the period of time that the Js publicly lived together and the many...many different stories that were told explaining their living arrangement. I actually posted a pretty humorous account detailing some of it, and I can link you to it if you’d like. That’s just one example of many, but perhaps it’s the example with the most number of slip-ups/cases of the Js forgetting the details of the lie/etc.

To briefly cover one of those “living together” slip-ups, at separate meet-and-greets, Jensen once told people that he had moved out of Jared’s house while Jared said that Jensen was very much still living with him. And that’s probably the least suspicious but the easiest to quickly explain of the slips.

Another example, from later on (that I’m using because, again, it’s one that people are generally aware of) is when Jared told a story about being out to dinner in Italy with his wife and accidentally flipping off the waiter and then Jensen retold the exact same story at another con, only that time, he was the one who’d been with Jared.

Once I knew to look for them, I was blown away by how often these kinds of inconsistencies had already occurred and continued to occur, things being covered-up or overly-explained, stories changing sometimes three or more times in ways too significant to be excused away as memory lapses, even attempts at erasing things altogether...which doesn’t work very well in the age of the interwebz.

And why...why would these cover-ups and excuses and erasures exist if there was nothing to hide?

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Retracing my steps for a moment to talk a little about the Js lives prior to meeting each other, which was one of the other things I’d started looking into by this point and definitely played an important part in confirming my tinhat beliefs.

The first example that comes to mind is Jensen’s ex-roommate (and just ex, period, at least that’s what I personally think), Ty Vaughn, the one underneath Jensen in this photo:

And I’ve spent a good 24 hours trying to track down footage I once had of Chad Michael Murray teasing young Jared about flirting with him (to Jared’s extreme embarrassment), but I cannot find it ANYWHERE. If anyone reading this can help me out, I would be forever in your debt.

Other noteworthy things (just a few): An ex-girlfriend of Jensen’s has admitted that she used to beard for someone, and her only celebrity ex is Jensen, and a few of Jared’s teachers from high school have expressed surprise that he’s married now to a woman...so, make of that what you will!

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Okay, back to the inconsistencies!Another big one for me has always been the Js saying “we” or “us” (and meaning each other) when, according to public knowledge, it should have been “I” or “me.”

(as well as other synonyms of the above like “our”)

“We got to spend some time with our family yesterday.”

“They were knocking on our trailer.”

etc. etc.

And on the exact opposite end of the spectrum...also ironically what continues to fuel my certainty that the Js are together even more than the “we”-and-“us”-isms: the separation-of-the-Js tactic (varying in severity/frequency), sometimes for an evening or even a single event, sometimes for lonnng stretches of time, but always very suspicious, because, like I’ve been saying for this entire time, everyone knows that Jensen and Jared are extremely close, even those who believe that their closeness isn’t sexual or romantic. What I’m referencing with ‘separation of the Js,’ by the way, is what many tinhats believe to be the PR tactic used to paint pictures of the Js as being much less involved in each other’s lives to (in theory) control rumors. But the Js’ are and always have been intrinsically interconnected, so the reason that J2 separate narratives feel so forced and unnatural, often cringingly so, is because they kinda directly violate who Jensen and Jared are as people with each other, and if anything, that’s likely caused some new tinhats to come aboard, but it certainly hasn’t succeeded in convincing anyone who’s already a believer that they must have just been mistaken all along.

And I should definitely mention the suuuper-duper weirdness surrounding Jensen and Jared’s respective engagements and then weddings, as well as the information, or lack of information in Jared and Genevieve’s case, that was presented to the public about both ‘courtships,’ because almost every single aspect of all of that was drenched in tinhatty suspiciousness right from the start and all the way through. Again, I can link you to posts that detail the topic thoroughly, but to summarize very generally: Jared and Jensen, in leu of increasing rumors about the nature of their relationship, even more so in recent months than had previously been the case, were most likely counseled to straight-en up their images drastically, and fast...the only real way people can do that, by marrying members of the opposite sex (pretty much simultaneously, by the way, & much to the startled disbelief of many, including a very-public-about-his-skepticism Ted Casablanca).

Ted: “Jensen and Jared would sooner marry each other than who they’re currently rumored to be getting hitched to.”

Alright. Yikes. I’m really slipping here with my “not too many details” plan. I’ll start reigning it in again, I promise.

So, around the same same time as the weddings was when I started researching the practice of bearding (fauxmances) in the entertainment business in general, although not as heavily as I’ve researched the topic in recent years, and what I discovered and continue to discover was and is both eye-opening and heart-breaking. I actually just posted about this a couple of days ago, so instead of rambling on about it again, I’ll refer you to that (under the tag ‘toxic industry stuff’ for anyone reading this in the future). A quick summary: the reality that Jensen & Jared face every day and the decisions they’ve made to enter into false marriages are tragically common in the industry....yes, even and especially in today’s age, and for many gay actors and actresses specifically, the choice can really come down to either living honestly or protecting their careers/livelihoods/even their true relationships should they have them.

Since then, I’ve come across a lot of information as well about personal reasons, alongside industry reasons, that might have played a role in the decision to go the route of bearding for Jensen and Jared, like family history, their relationships with/views on/obstacles surmounted to succeed in (etc.) acting as a career, past experiences that have been hinted at, parental influence and sacrifice, not to mention the significant detail of who they happen to play on SPN...brothers (far too many ignorant people out there wouldn’t be able to move past the incest connotation, if a romantic relationship between the Js had been revealed).

By about midway through 2009, I was 100% convinced of the fact that Jared and Jensen were absolutely in a long term relationship that I would guess began around season two of Supernatural but had been on its way since the end of season one and during the hiatus between seasons one and two (want to know why I think that? I’ll do a separate post on it), and that the relationship was, of course, being hidden from the public.

The things that ultimately convinced me as they kept adding up are what continue to convince people today, the same things I’ve been going over at length (too much length) in this answer: intimacy between Jared & Jensen that extends beyond friendship-

-inconsistency in the information presented to the public that revolves around J2 and their time together/circumstances relating to both of them/etc., Jared and Jensen’s respective pasts before meeting each other, and even what some people believe to be hints dropped by Jared and Jensen themselves about their true relationship.

A well-known example (again, among many) that I’ve talked about pretty extensively is Jensen posting a photo in front of a mural that reads “love is love,” a well-known LGBT slogan, and then Jared posting a photo of himself in front of a mural that reads “love will win” on the very same day and captioning it “every time.”

This did turn out to be pretty overwhelming *sighs* but I hope at the very least I’ve succeeded in giving you a somewhat clearer idea of why us tinhats feel the way we do about Jared and Jensen, and I want to encourage you again to reach out whenever you like about anything you’d like to know!

There’s no such thing as a dumb question, and there’s no such thing as too many questions.

Just remember that! ❤️

[reylorabbittrail]

Long, Barely Coherent Thoughts about The Rise of Skywalker

Since some of you wanted to hear my thoughts about “The Rise of Skywalker”, I’ve taken some time to write them up and provide context for why I responded the way I did.

A small preamble: I didn’t hate it. Hate is a strong word. And there were moments that I liked. Some that I even loved. However, the aggregate feeling for the movie overall was disappointment. For certain elements, it went beyond that into something genuinely painful and I don’t think that will make sense unless I also go into why I loved the previous two installments of this trilogy.

Also, if you loved this movie, I’m very happy for you. This is about my personal response to a piece of media and I make no judgements on those who enjoyed what you saw. I wish I could join you.

Finally, I will be talking about some sensitive subjects, including child loss and abuse. Please be aware of that before reading further.

Okay, so what was my overall impression of The Rise of Skywalker?

Soulless. Cowardly. Incoherent. Badly paced.

I spent large portions of the movie unable to get into the action because the pacing was so breakneck. There was no time to breathe. Consequently, there was never enough time to recover from one rush before another started. If everything is exciting, nothing is.

I think that this was a deliberate choice to cover up the lack of sense behind the exposition. Oscar Isaac’s Poe Dameron looks dead inside as he temporarily takes up the mantle of Basil Exposition to explain that somehow or other, Emperor Palpatine has returned and there’s a hard time limit on destroying his fleet.

This is a fine example of a running problem throughout the movie. Whereas both The Force Awakens and The Last Jedi used visual storytelling to move the story forward, things in TROS were explained through dialogue time and again. And the dialogue was incredibly clunky.

But back to the story. We are given a paper thin explanation of the Emperor’s return, and immediately are thrown into a fetch quest to find the Big Bad. I’m sure it will make an exciting video game adaptation.

The thing though is that the fetch quest makes no sense. One of the wayfinders is found in the first two minutes of the movie. Yes, it’s in the hands of the bad guys. But does the audience not remember that our heroine is bound to the villain? Why couldn’t she try to use that bond to get at the directions? Why does the Resistance not try to use that bond? Has she hidden from them her connection to Kylo Ren? Either she’s built up a wall of mistrust between her found family and herself by keeping the bond a secret, or she’s revealed all and no one thinks to try to use that bond to their advantage. It’s just conveniently overlooked.

Oh, a sidenote. Wayfinder. Why? There is an in-universe word for such objects already. It’s a holocron. Why not use holocron? We throw Star Wars-isms at the audience all the time. It would be an Easter Egg to the diehards while not bothering the general audience one iota.

Back to our fetch quest. We head to the desert planet of Pasaana. There’s a festival going on. A festival about family. Rey looks longingly at children and infants. A child gives her a fertility necklace. And then suddenly she’s connected by her bondmate through the force.

Now it’s no secret that the Rey and Kylo dynamic is one of the reasons I loved the first two movies in the trilogy. The actors have great chemistry. More importantly, the characters have interesting conflict. And yet that conflict seems off in this movie. TLJ left them complicated enemies. But they feel out of character. I don’t understand what each is trying to get out of their encounters. I have to do massive amounts of work to understand their actions and the dialogue doesn’t help. Because it doesn’t ring true.

Setting such details aside, Kylo rips off the necklace in a moment worthy of the Phantom of the Opera and for once it’s an action that makes sense, having both the subtext of obsessive love and jealousy, and the text of offering a clue for analysis to Rey’s location. Bravo. The writers did something right.

Meanwhile, we get a clunky reintroduction of Lando Calrissian. Has he been stuck on this desert for over 7 years? Longer? We just don’t know and he doesn’t tell us. Our heroes hitch a ride and then we get a fun speeder chase.

Okay, a couple more questions. There’s some good stuff here. The omnipresence of the First Order helps convey how thorough their control is. But why doesn’t Rey hotwire the speeder? It was established two movies ago that she’s a good mechanic. And on Jakku that kind of skill makes sense. Why hand that off to Poe? And why this Trio stuff. It’s fanon. We have just been assuming that Finn’s best friends would form the new Han, Luke, and Leia. Because reasons. None of them textual. It was a failure of TFA to not establish this dynamic if this was an essential element of Star Wars that had to be there from the start.

Which gets to the heart the problem in fandom which is that Star Wars is different  for every fan. What is essential to the series is subjective. For me, Star Wars is light sabers, hyperspace, the Force, epic battles, strange world with one biome only per world. So I’ve never felt like something was missing. But if an essential element was a very particular character dynamic (like a good guy Trio), then I can see why some fans felt let down. As if all the pieces were there but never got put together.

Back to Pasaana. We have a brief descent into the underworld in which Rey has a moment of true Jedi compassion and is rewarded when her compassion for the monster leads to an exit from said underworld. Nice. Mythically coherent. And hey, we also get one of the MacGuffins we’ve been searching for, so, bonus.

 Now we get the arrival of Kylo and his backup band. What was the point of these dudes? I mean, they look cool and I can’t wait to edit videos of them to classic NKOTB. But narratively, why are they there? Why did Kylo reforge the mask? Why all these questions in the third act when we should be in the process of tying up loose ends.

Rey, in a moment reminiscent of bull leaping from Crete, goes out to stall them? I guess? And then ends up in a battle of wills with Kylo that leads to her inadvertent use of Force Lightning.

Okay, another side trip. Are they trying to make out that Dark Side Powers are genetic? Because that’s all I can figure. Really, it’s kind of gross because it suggests that darkness isn’t a human trait that we all carry and must confront, but rather that Rey’s specific problem is a dark legacy. Which, that’s Kylo’s story. He’s the one grappling with the legacy of Vader and how that led his family to fear his darkness rather than aid him in confronting it.

Anyway, we have Rey briefly thinking she’s killed Chewie and that sets our heroes off to our next quest location and another set of problems: Why did we make the Latino man a drug runner and car thief? No, this isn’t just putting an unneeded real world spin on the universe. This is about narrative consistency. Because in a bid to make Poe Dameron an ersatz Han Solo, they broke his actual in-universe back story that had been established in comics and novels. That Poe Dameron was a pilot in the New Republic Navy, the child of war heroes Kes Dameron and Shara Bey. He grew up on Yavin IV. When did he have time to be a smuggler? He’s only a few years older that Ben Solo.

See Lucasfilm has a Story Group that is supposed to help keep narrative consistency between the various media released. And I can’t help shake the feeling that the Story Group was ignored or stonewalled. To please who? The fans? Which fans? Because I would be under the impression that the fans who read the novels and the comics, who dig the trivia aspects of the universe, would be the first to desire the universe to remain coherent.

The Kijimi stuff is fun. Babu Frik is adorable. C3PO is touching. There’s good moments. There really are.

We now go to the infiltration of the Star Destroyer (Does it have a name? Nerds, help me out here. Usually I know this sort of thing.) Again, good moments. I like the implication that Rey’s Force Powers disturb Poe, but it’s never brought up again. One of dozens of Chekhov’s guns left unfired. This is incredibly sloppy in the plotting. Hux is the mole!?! Fun. Yet, again, wasted. And out of character, but I’m sure that’s not going to bother the general audience. Rey gets caught sneaking around in Kylo’s bedroom? Priceless, and some good imagery (smashing the altar to Vader) combined with incredibly clunky dialogue and some more serious questions that never get answered.

The whole time Kylo thought Vader was talking to him it was Palpatine? Why the hell does he still have that mask on a pedestal? He just couldn’t bear to get rid of a collectible? He hadn’t had time to konmari yet? And just what does smashing the pedestal symbolize? Is this the start of Kylo breaking free? We’ll probably never know.

Rey escapes on the Falcon. After getting the worst character reveal in the Saga. I’m sorry. Rey Palapatine is just dumb. I liked that she was a nobody. It allowed her to be the Forces solution to the manipulation and abuse heaped upon the Skywalkers. She was brought into the story and bound to the last scion of House Skywalker as a corrective. She wasn’t overpowered. (No really. She executed a few very basic Jedi skills in the first two movies, none of them exceptional.) And her skill level makes sense the moment you understand that she is bound to Ben Solo. She is literally downloading his training. She can do what he can do. Even her fighting style mirrors his. Fun fact: if you watch the scene in The Last Jedi where she’s practicing sword forms on Ach-to, and compare them to Kylo in his duel with Luke, they’re identical. To a move. Rey is powerful because the Force chooses its vessels. No one was asking who Mace Windu’s parents were. Or Ki-Adi Mundi’s. But Rey is skilled because a very clear in universe device means she has access to Ben Solo’s mind and that included every skill he ever learned.

Alrighty, so now our team is on to the next step in the quest, the ocean moon of Kef Bir, one of the many moons in the Endor system. (No, it’s not the Forest or Sanctuary Moon with the Ewoks.) We meet Jannah, another wasted character. She is pretty and could have been cool. But she exists for us to realize that Finn is probably Force Sensitive and that he broke conditioning not due to innate morality but because he’s not a Muggle.

Which brings me to my gripe with how Finn’s character was treated. He spent the whole movie running around shouting Rey. That’s it. That’s his arc. I don’t mind that he can feel the Force. But I feel like his development was regressed. He had a clear character arc in the first two movies. From a man running away from responsibility to one willing to fight for a friend, to a man willing to commit to cause. This movie should have had him building on that, and perhaps like Moses returning to free the rest of the Stormtroopers who are canonically child soldiers brainwashed into fighting for the bad guys.

Back to the plot. Rey takes off for the Death Star, searches the haunted house and yet again has her moment in the cave, this time confronting a dark vision of herself. Dang that was cool. Would have liked to see more of that. Anyway, she confronts Kylo and he smashes the holocron. Emphasizing for us how pointless this fetch quest has been. Girl could have hopped a ride in his TIE at any point and dealt with the fallout after they dealt with the emperor.

They fight. It wasn’t a bad fight. Just not my favorite. It did emphasize though that Kylo is never ever fighting on the offensive with her. Never in three movies has he ever taken an advantage of an opening for a killing blow, and never was it more obvious than in this fight. Kylo gets distracted, Rey stabs him mortally, and this act seems to wake her up from whatever possessed her in the throne room. She heals him and runs away.

This brings up another thing that bothers me. I know the filmmakers were working with some severe challenges with their footage of Carrie. I don’t think it was badly used for the most part. But I was left baffled at what exactly was going on here.

I was not baffled at Kylo/Ben’s confrontation with Han. This was the high point of the movie for me. It was pitch perfect in tone, and touched on the one an only sin Ben ever committed that wasn’t connected to a war objective, the murder of his father. And it made clear that the prodigal was loved and wanted and it wasn’t too late to come home. The heart of Ben’s problem has been the conviction that he has done too much wrong to come home, and while it is only a memory, it is a true memory of the man who loved Ben enough to walk straight into Hell though he knew it would probably be the death of him. I can forgive this scene for throwing the lightsaber  into the ocean. I realize that most of the audience doesn’t know that you can heal kyber crystals. Yes, the saber was a metaphor for Ben’s damaged and unstable soul, and yes, it would have been poetic (and badass) for him to show up later with a healed lightsaber, stable and blue and looking like something an angel would fight with. But I’ll forgive that for the poetry of what happens on Exegol.

And then we go to my low point. I’ll set my costumer’s beef with Luke Skywalker’s wig aside. It looked cheap and that’s all I’ll say. It was more the deliberate middle finger to TLJ in the lines while ignoring that Luke’s most iconic and Jedi-like moment in the original trilogy was casting aside his lightsaber in an act of compassion. Yes, Rey was burning her ship and throwing away her weapon for the wrong reason.  And it was a deliberate echo of Luke who also was appalled when his fear was twisted by the Dark into an attack on his nephew. She is overcome with the same shame and fear of self. Luke can speak to this in a real way. With better dialogue, it might have worked for me. Alas, it didn’t. Instead we got more exposition to provide us with an extra lightsaber. And more questions about why everyone in this family gave up on Ben Solo.

Here’s the thing. If Leia remains untrained, lots of things make sense: her instinctive but infrequent use of the Force; her fear for her son and sense of inadequacy in dealing with he struggles with darkness, her unresolved issues with her father which lead her to hide her parentage not only from the galaxy but also from her own son. All of this is undone by the training reveal and makes us wonder why everyone was willing to help a descendent of Palpatine but not their own flesh and blood. And in a movie that used dialogue to explain nearly everything, these lacunae stand out more than they would in a film that trusted the audience more. See you could have had Luke say “We messed up. We gave in to fear. And we didn’t want to make the same mistake with you. Rey. I’m the son of Darth Vader. I know more than any man that we are more than our bloodline. And forgetting that with Ben was the worst mistake of my life.” But  he didn’t. Which in a movie which tells as much as or more than it shows seems like a deliberate choice.

Have you noticed that I’m ignoring the space battles? That’s because they’re forgettable. I just didn’t care about them. Especially since the galactic conflict remained essentially unresolved. Back to the Force Plot, the only plot that matters.

Rey confronts Palpatine. Yawn. At this point I just don’t care. For most of the movie, she hasn’t seemed like my Rey. I couldn’t relate and by this point I’ve lost interest so I’m more wondering where did all these people come from. Are there concessions? How much does a hot dog and Coke cost on Exegol? Does this stadium have bathrooms? Nice to see that it’s built like the AT&T one down the street with the sliding roof panels. And then my boy Ben Solo arrives and the film is good again. Without a word of dialogue (besides “ow”) Adam Driver delivers the best performance of the movie, showing that the Han Solo of the trilogy was there the whole time in his son. Was there ever a more Han Solo thing than running into a Dark Side temple in your pajamas, armed only with a blaster? And then Rey passes him Anakin’s saber. OMG. Brilliance. The best part of the movie. For a moment I thought that they would at least wrap it up well. And for a moment they’re side by side and all is right in the world. And then Palpatine throws Ben in a pit.

I hate this. I don’t hate this movie but I hate this moment. For three movies we’ve set up that Rey and Ben (He’s Ben now; don’t’ @ me.) are equals in the Force. They have a Yin/Yang dynamic that made this work. The natural conclusion here should have been that they take out Palpatine together. Because both have a beef with him. This is the man responsible for ruining the lives of four generations of Skywalkers. And while Ben is at the bottom of a pit, Rey stands alone, calling on the Jedi to help her.

The Jedi that are ignoring the Skywalker at the bottom of the pit.

Including Ben’s grandfather that he’s been begging for years to help him.

Including his uncle who promised to always be with him. (We were robbed of Ghost Luke trolling Kylo. Robbed I tell you. Mark Hamill would have nailed that.)

Ben is at the bottom of a pit being ignored while the Jedi transform Rey into their sacrificial lamb for Girl Power points.

So, yeah, I hated how Rey defeated Palpatine. It was wrong. It wasn’t in union with her bondmate. It wasn’t through the power of love and compassion. It was Space Wonder Woman meets Harry Potter. And then she dies. Because the Jedi only ever viewed people as tools in their grand battle with the Sith.

But Ben. Oh, Ben loves Rey for who she is. And he climbs out of the pit without a lick of help from anyone and cradles her lifeless form in the most heartbreaking Pieta, and you can see on his face the moment he make his decision and gives everything of himself to bring her back. It was beautiful, and they share the most pure, the most perfect kiss.

And then he dies.

And that’s where the movie breaks me. Because he didn’t have to die. It doesn’t make sense. Why does Leia hold on until this moment? Why does Maz seem satisfied? Where did Ben go? Why does he go unmourned? Where is his Force ghost? This movie just leaves us with more questions.

And the very end kills me. Rey is on Tatooine. A dead world that holds no importance to her (or Leia, I might add). She buries the Skywalker sabers. A funeral. She sees the ghosts of Luke and Leia bless her as she takes on the Skywalker name. A name that she could have taken in a life-affirming way through marriage, but that appears as scavenged from the dead that she has surrounded herself with as she ends the movie an eternal child, side by side with a stolen droid.

It makes no sense.

But whence my nerd rage? Why do I care? Why have I devoted over 3K words to this?

Because the first two movies in this trilogy made me care about these characters.

When I first saw The Force Awakens, I connected immediately with her loneliness. Loneliness is something I get viscerally. I have always been socially awkward and had difficulty making friends. I rarely felt known or understood and I understood that deep longing to belong. When Rey was being interrogated by Kylo Ren, that was what struck me. He notices her loneliness.

And you realize that Kylo is projecting. That he is seeing in her a kindred spirit. He too is lonely, and trapped by fear into being stuck in a place that he knows in his heart of hearts is a dead world. He too is trapped by relics of the past.

So, you see, Rey and Kylo were both me. I had lived that loneliness. I had experienced profound isolation and the sense that no one truly understood me. I desperately wanted them to find their belonging and heal their wounds. And that’s certainly the story that TLJ picked up on and continued.

But there was more. I became fascinated with the question of how the son of Han and Leia fell, and I could see the possibilities in the pattern of their characters: Leia, the woman driven by duty, trying to build the New Republic to make a better galaxy for her son, and leaving her son vulnerable to predation in the process; Han, a man who had only just stopped running from responsibility, and who’s own lack of father figures left him feeling inadequate as a father. Throw in a villain who can groom and psychically abuse their son and you have the ingredients for a tragedy.

And because I identified with Leia, Ben became, in a way, an additional child. A parent’s greatest fear is that in trying to do the right thing for your child you inadvertently make things worse. Poor Leia. She needed a mother to tell her child mattered more than a bill in the Senate. That the galaxy could wait. But Palpatine killed her mother. Both her mothers, because he was as complicit in the death of Breha Organa as he was in the death of Padme Amidala Naberrie.

So when Ben Solo died, it was like losing a child. And anyone who knows me personally knows that I do not choose that phrasing lightly. And being a mother, there is always a sense of survivor’s guilt. The sense that if you had done the right thing, it wouldn’t have happened. It doesn’t matter if that isn’t the truth. It’s how it feels.

I have met so many people online who identify with Ben Solo because they were abused as children. Who like him processed their trauma in unhealthy ways. It’s not where I come from, but I have the capacity to empathize and hear the message they’re inadvertently being told: that if you do bad things because you’ve been groomed and manipulated and brainwashed, you can’t come back. Even if you turn your life around, it won’t matter. You’ll only find peace in death and you will die unremembered as punishment for your sins. And your family will replace you with someone nicer and easier to live with.

But I can hear you saying: It’s not that deep. It’s fake and in space. It’s just a story.

Well, here’s the problem:

1)    The brain does not distinguish real people from fictional characters. The part of the brain that produces serotonin and dopamine can’t distinguish fact from fiction. This is actually why art has the power to heal. The catharsis experienced in a work of art can help us process trauma because we relate to the characters in the story. But the flip side is that stories can cause genuine trauma. If we related to characters in a story and they are treated unjustly, we feel that injustice and it hurts as badly as if it were real.

2)    Ben Solo was written to be sympathetic. He is the child of beloved characters. His backstory is one filled with pain. He was failed by every family member who should have protected him. He was abused physically and mentally for years. Recently published materials exonerate him from the destruction of the Jedi temple. It was all part of a plot to push him to the Dark. All Ben ever wanted was to be loved for who he was. And that was snatched away from him.

3)    I can’t turn off my brain. I can’t stop asking questions and trying to make sense of things. I can help but see the Chekhov’s guns and the symbols and the messages, however inadvertent.

4)    It is a grand failure of a movie if it only works on a surface level and not when you start digging deeper. Every other Star Wars movie, including The Phantom Menace, rewards the person who can’t turn off their brain. This was the first one that falls apart so completely the second you start asking questions.

I wish I could like this movie. I was prepared to like it if not love it. And while I got Ben’s redemption and the Rey and Kylo romance that I wanted, I feel like I got nothing. Like they don’t matter at all.

I am planning to start new hobbies in the new year. I got some war gaming miniatures painting sets for Christmas and I’m glad I have a new special interest to pour myself into. I have enjoyed sharing my love of Star Wars trivia with my kids but it just hurts too much at the moment to spend time thinking about a franchise that has been so  badly mangled. I’m probably in the bargaining stage of grief at the moment. I wholly buy the theory that there was happy ending filmed and someone blinked in the game of chicken, leaving us the mess that we were handed.

I’m also planning to get back to writing. If even Disney can’t tell a fairy tale properly anymore, it’s time for a new batch of writers to get out there and tell the stories I want to hear. I am sick of grimdark fantasies and cynicism masquerading as sophistication. I may write a fanfic or two to fix the story in my mind, but I think that ultimately I need to be creating original works. I know that there are children eager to believe in happy endings, plenty of women who believe that Byronic heroes can be redeemed, and not a few men who will buy both if the story is well told.

[hellzyeahthewebwieldingavenger]

Spider-Force #2 Thoughts

The text at the issue’s end advertising issue #3 includes the phrase ‘what-the-heck-just-happened’.

All too appropriate for this series.

 In issue #1 there was a sense of...confusion on my part. A sense of ‘why is this happening, who are these people, what’s going on’. Not for the over all plot but for specific elements, such as regarding Charlie. I thought maybe the consequent issues will flesh this out.

But with issue #2 I doubt that.

Some things were answered but other things played out in head scratching ways. In fairness I think it’s less a matter of what happened so much as the presentation of it.

I think the key example here is Ashley and Charlie’s relationship.

The idea that Ashley would seek to connect to a version of her grandfather isn’t an uninteresting angle per se.

However having her open up to Charlie and encourage Charlie himself to open up to her whilst they are literally tumbling through space is a baffling creative decision. I’m wondering if Priest went that direction to be funny (he does lampshade it a little) or if he just needed to cram it in there.

This baffling use of presentation applies to stuff that is initially confusing but gets answered later, but isn’t presented initially as something that is posing a mystery or a question in the first place. One example would be Charlie’s initial recruitment and him saving the falling safe. Another would be when we get 3 flashbacks in a row from the POV of Astro-Spider, Ashley and Charlie. When you first see this it’s very confusing because they don’t seem to line up and it’s not clear that we are getting flashbacks to all 3 characters. The fact that Charlie’s past was being dived into was immediately made clear when he yells for Astro-Spider to get out of his head. But it isn’t until way later in the comic that we find out we also got to see Ashley’s past.

Granted maybe that’s on my end because I’m not overly familiar with Ashley.

This brings up a point of debate regarding presumed knowledge on the readers’ parts. I have read Old Man Logan but it was a while back and shockingly I was more focussed upon Logan’s story than anyone else’s. And yet knowing the wider world building and Ashley’s angle would’ve made a point of alienation in the story much more accessible, but I was never told or reminded of that aspect. In contrast though Astro-Spider’s origin is clearly connected to the cosmic rays that created the Fantastic Four. And at first I didn’t bat an eye at that because of course I know the F4’s origins. But then I got to Ashley’s character and it made me realize if you didn’t know the F4’s origin you’d seriously be baffled by Astro-Spider’s. So at the end of the day I feel very much it’s a failing on Priest’s part that he doesn’t have some kind of exposition or explanation that will be more inviting to new or unfamiliar readers. After all it’s maybe one thing to presume general knowledge about Spider-Man when you are writing a Spidey tie-in for a Spidey event but quite another when doing that to presume they’ve also read F4 and Wolverine comics.

Even putting aside the issue of presumed knowledge there is a certain...cheapness to the modest exploration of Ashley’s character and her relationship with Charlie.

Now I read Old Man Logan a while back (and wasn’t impressed at all) and don’t remember everything about it. I also didn’t read all of Spider-Verse and skimmed a lot of the stuff I did ‘read’. So maybe I’m forgetting or in the dark about something in need of enlightening. But I don’t remember Ashley being a sexual abuse survivor. I don’t remember Ashley having particular connections to her grandpa Peter Parker.

These elements to her are thrown into this and the last comic and then exaggerated in order to give her some kind of emotional angle through her connection to Charlie. Now first of all throwing in so casually an abuse backstory for any character is pretty messed up (not helped when pages later the Inheritors are framed as pedophiles when...they’re really not at all). Second of all if Ashley really felt this kind of connection to her grandpa...wouldn’t that have come up earlier?

I mean she is emphasising a familiar connection with a version of Peter Parker who doesn’t wear the regular costume, has a drastically different character and backstory, isn’t even called ‘Peter’ and is barely a teenager not an older man like her grandpa. Surely there were other Peter Parkers around more closely resembling her grandfather. IIRC wasn’t Otto in Spider-Verse pretending to be Peter Parker initially? What about Kaine even? You could argue she connects with Charlie due to a similar backstory of being a child victim and growing up fast, but other Spiders were tough too and even if you disagree again it’s just sort of thrown in there. It’s lazy development.

It isn’t even that these aspects couldn’t be explored or make for interesting angles on what is ultimately a rather bland character. But they sort of just show up they aren’t conveyed or developed organically at all. The same applies to her over all relationship with Charlie.

If I had to guess the root of this is that there is too much going on in this comic. Priest simultaneously needs to serve the plot of the over all event he’s tying into but also wants to dosome character stuff and develop and flesh out his original contributions. And in 3 issues it just doesn’t work.

A street punk 13 year old Peter Parker who HATES Uncle Ben is a great idea.

A post-apocalyptic waste land criminal, childhood abuse surviving granddaughter of Spider-Man, who wants to connect some version of her long gone grandpa who represents the few good parts of her life is a great angle.

An astronaught Spider-Man who is a familiar face and leader of human survivors in space is a great idea.

A Spider Strikeforce on a suicide mission on a radioactive wasteland working against the clock is a great idea.

A morally grey clone of Peter Parker with a bloody past making tough decisions to serve the greater good is a great idea.

A Spider-Hero who just wants to protect the world for her baby’s sake is a great idea.

A Regency dressed totem vampire on the hunt for a crystal containing her father’s essence in space...is a shite idea but they can’t all be winners.

However when you do these things all at the same time...it becomes an inconsistent rushed mess.

Let’s tangent briefly to talk about a few (the only few) positives of the comic. The art continued to be good even though the new artists doing a few pages aren’t as good as the regular artists and the switch is very noticeable. And Astro-Spider...is a great idea. John Jameson as Spider-Man is something I’ve always been intrigued by but can’t recall ever happening before. This is different to what I imagined because I was thinking he’d be more traditional as Spider-Man not an astronaut version of Spidey. But it’s still brilliant, taking the most famous angle of John Jameson, the F4 and Spidey and smashing them together to create something visually dynamic and fitting for the world we’re in.

Okay the positives are over now lets get back to the problems.

Last issue the recap page seemed at odds with the internal comic story. The same is true for this issue but bizarrely the recap page is now saying something different so it’s at odds with the last issue’s recap page and still at odds with the comic itself.

We’ve gone from a group of Spiders not afraid to die to Spiders who’re willing to do whatever it takes. But last I checked that wasn’t true. Correct me if I’m wrong here but:

a)      Was Charlie really established as being willing to do whatever it takes, which in context probably means killing people? He’s more rough and maybe more violent than 616 Peter but is he that extreme really?

b)      In the Clone Saga Kaine killed people but he had a rule about hurting innocent people (some exceptions applied). Preeeeetty sure in his solo book at minimum the same applied or else he was in fact more against killing. Didn’t he NOT kill Kraven the Hunter specifically because of that? He also wasn’t ever willing to sacrifice anyone for the greater good last I checked. In fact this is one point I’m 99% resolutely sure is aggressively NOT in character for Kaine. For Otto sure, but Kaine as the comic implies. No fucking way. I dare you to prove me wrong.

c)       I know Spider Woman has had spy and HYDRA associations, but is she really of the Wolverine school of thought when it comes to killing. I’m possibly wrong but I don’t think her morals regarding how hardcore you get are that different to Peter Parker’s

So what’s the deal here?

Wouldn’t it be easier to just say this is a team of Spider Bad asses who’re willing to get more rough and violent than the other hero’s?

Part of Kaine’s (meagre) characterization in this story is in fact connected to the ‘whatever it takes’ angle of the story. Like I said this is very out of character for Kaine but it also makes the story more inconsistent. The rationale for Charlie’s inclusion has seemed to be implied variously as him being rougher, him being willing to die (based on what?), him being willing to do whatever it takes (based on what?), him being willing to save people from a falling safe (just like...pretty much ever Spider-Hero here) and now we’re hearing it’s because he’s bait.

Because the Inheritors are sort of like pedophiles apparently and they like that young spider meat, like veal I guess. Um....again correct me if I’m wrong but I’m pretty sure that’s bullshit, pretty sure the youth of their targets isn’t that big of a deal to them. But then again I’m also pretty sure that they can only drain the life forces of totems yet Verna bafflingly can just take ANYONE’s life forces...wtf??????

Connected to this WTFness is the fact that Charlie out of nowhere seems to just know  the Inheritors have a preference for young meat. How and when did he figure that out exactly? He didn’t even know about the Inheritors until less than 24 hours ago.

Speaking of time...let’s do a rundown of everything that’s happened between their arrival in issue #1 to the end of issue #2.

So they’ve shown up, Kaine’ sabotaged their transport devices, they’ve battled Astro-Spider, he’s given them exposition and they’ve talked, they’ve located and boarded his space ship, then they’ve had an alert from his space station prompting another skirmish, then they’ve gone into space, divided their team, gotten to their designated target zones and whilst all this is going on Verna got into the station with her gang and had killed over 30 people and searched the place.

And according to issue #1 aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaall that...happens in under 15 minutes...

Fuck.

Off.

More than anything that time limit has irreparably wrecked the internal logic and consistency of this story.

Even moreso than the fact that the baffling fact that Solus’ crystal somehow ended up in space. I mean last I checked Mayday threw it into the radioactive world for Daemos to fetch. I’m not saying there is no way for it to have been lost and taken into space but no comic in the entire event has addressed that at all.

Skim Astro-Spider’s backstory and pages if you want but otherwise I recommend not reading this crap.

P.S. The explanation for the name ‘Inheritors’ seems inconsistent with the explanation given previously IIRC

P.P.S. Editing this in after the fact. But...

a) How and why does John have the ruby that turns him into Man-Wolf if he’s got Spider powers?

b) How and why does John know who Peter Parker is? It’s written as though he knows he was the hero Spider-Man but in this universe he wasn’t Ben Parker was. 

P.P.P.S. What was with all the PG swearing where they used safe versions of common curse words? It felt tryhard edgy to me.

[asaseya]

Princess of the Court: Chapter 8

Link to chapter 7 and chapter 9

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From what Mia Budou knew Akai Hoshi high was established in the 1960s as the brother school to Amaririsu Academy. She almost went to the all girls school. It seemed like a paradise in a way, it also seemed repetitive and stuffy. It also also didn’t have this schools sports programs.  Two decades ago Akai Hoshi decided to open its doors to the less affluent. It also made the bold choice  to become co-ed. Those changes didn’t stop the money from rolling in. Because of that money the school boasts multiple gymnasiums and various fields. It even has its own weight room. There are separate small locker rooms for almost all the male sport teams. And one large locker/changing room for the female teams, but plans are already underway to build the girls their own spaces. Mia felt a tad miffed that the shiny new facilities would exist after she graduated. As is the girls are all good sports, even sharing the limited locker space with each other. But it was one of many ways that the boy’s were given precedence. Still, while Amaririsu’s campus is nothing to sneeze at it’s still a more academically minded school. Even her team, as low ranked as it was, easily beat Amaririsu. The girls there were more concerned with breaking nails than proper ball handling….Yet here she was, two years later at her prefered school with its great sports program, not playing at all. Figures.

The boy’s basketball practices were held in the big gym after school. The girls used to practice in the mornings before class. It was something Mia didn’t miss, though her body still woke her up at four. Despite being the only gym with bleachers, students weren’t allowed to sit in the stands. Too many spectators could be a distraction. Said spectators made due with gathering in front of the large sliding doors that lead outside. Almost every day after drills the boy’s would play a two quarter practice game, alternating from the upperclassman to the freshmen. It was a way for the coaches to get a good read on the players current skill level. The real training, targeted at improving skills and building team chemisty, began around three weeks in.  The spectators didn’t know or care, so everyday crowds would gather.  Mia didn’t relish being a member of the crowd.

 Who the hell is Shin-kun, Mia thought bitterly. And why is he such a big deal? His self appointed fan club seemed to know something she didn’t. They yelled his name once the coach announced that he would be playing in today's practice bout. Their voices were shrill, but it could be worse, she reasoned while resisting the urge to plug her ears. The first week had yet to pass but alliances had already been drawn. Today’s crowd was smaller than yesterdays, this Shin’s fan club didn’t hold a candle to Masaru’s. Being the starting point guard for a highly ranked team did that. Also, Masaru’s hair was fabulous. Mia didn’t know much about what made a boy dashing or whatever, but she knew good hair when she saw it.

Mia was only here because Rukiya dragged her. Because despite being her girlfriend Rukiya was easily bribed by a pretty face and fancy pastries. Because Rukiya was way too nice to say no to just about anyone, much less an enigmatic freshman with a cute accent...She had nice hair too.

“Mikami-chan I’m putting you on the red team  And Nishi-kun will be on the white team.”  Coach Sakamoto announced, a grin on his face. His voice carried throughout the gym. Sakamoto seemed far too eager to put on a show. So did Mikami. Mia grabbed Rukiya’s hand before she could return Mikami’s wave.

“Still grumpy?” Rukiya asked in a whisper. She rubbed her thumb along Mia’s hand in an attempt to calm her.

Mia didn’t answer, snatching her hand way. She wasn’t sure what was worse, wasting more time on basketball after she’d already decided to quit, or watching her girlfriend flirt. She caught Coach Ueda glancing at her. He looked away as soon as she noticed. Yeah, being here, being here was a bit worse.

Coach Sakamoto’s grin faded. “Is that okay with you Mikami-chan?”

Majida relaxed her face, she had been smirking without realizing it. “It’s fine. Unless someone else on the team would prefer to play in my place? Oh! But only Nishi-kun, Okumura-kun, and I play point guard. So someone would have to play an unfamiliar position,” Her voice sounded fake, even to her. Not that she cared.

The coach raised an eyebrow. “Is there anyone here that would like to try?”

The gym became silent.

“Then perhaps Okumura-kun would like a rematch against  Nishi-kun?” Majida suggested. She looked to Okumura.

The lanky boy scratched his red tinged hair. “Uhh. I think it is best to leave the decision to the Coaches.”

“Well, if that’s the case then I’d still like to put Mikami-chan in.” Sakamoto said.

“Coach Ueda. What do you think?” Majida asked.

“I..” Ueda’s eyes flicked over to the spectators before refocusing on the first years. “If you do not feel comfortable playing a game with the boys then we won’t make you. “

Sakamoto rolled his eyes. “She’s itching for it. Don’t fall for the innocent act Ueda-san.”

“That attitude is why you’re still single you know.” Majida said as she glided to the practice jersey bin.

Sakamoto blush reached the tips of his ears. “Mikami!” He balled his fists and stomped his foot like a grade schooler.

Coach Ueda cleared his throat but couldn’t hide his grin. “Very well then Mikami-chan. But if you feel any stress be sure to let me know.”

“Yes sir!” Majida responded smartly. She grimaced as she pulled the jersey over her head.  It smelled horrible. They really did need a manager. She didn’t want to think of the last time these jerseys were washed.   

“You have ten minutes to prepare.” Ueda announced.  

Shin bounced a bit as she approached the red team. He was much too happy about this. She wondered if he had put the idea into Coach Sakamoto's head but wouldn’t fault it for him this time. It played right into her plans after all.

“Go on and smile,” she said to him.

Shin beamed. It was contagious.

You idiot, she thought without malice. Shaking her head at him.

“So gross.” Ryunosuke said under his breath. He was on the red team as well and didn’t look happy about it.

Returning to a more neutral expression she turned to him. “You gonna be alright without your other half?”

His light eyes darkened for a moment. Majida tensed, subconsciously preparing for a fight.

Ryunosuke’s eyes returned to their normal color as he turned away. “I just don’t like to lose.”

“How are we going to win?” Another teammate asked. Kita looked nervously at the shooting guard on Nishi’s team before tying his long hair back.

“Just get the ball to me and I’ll do the rest.” Shin answered.

“It’s a team sport remember? Chill.” Majida said. “I don’t think it’s that deep.” She glanced over to Nishi, who was outright glaring at her. “Ok...So uh yeah let’s just start with a read and react defense.”

“What did you do to piss him off?” Their small forward, Aida asked.  “I’ve only seen Nishi like that before a big game.” Aida’s shirt lifted as he absently scratched his stomach,showing more of his tanned skin. He’d probably be the darkest kid on the team if not for Majida. She wondered briefly if he just spent that much time outside or if he was always so tan.

“You’re asking me?” Majida raised an eyebrow.

Aida shrugged. “He’s looking at you.”

Majida returned his shrug. It was best if he did fight her seriously. Can’t show off otherwise. “I’ll deal with it.”

Ryunosuke scoffed loudly. Majida found it cute that he was still paying attention. Guess he had no choice now.

Majida spent the first quarter absorbing the atmosphere. She had a knack for catching people’s quirks and if she really focused she could pick up their rhythms and mood. She adjusted her self to match or exceed her target. At the moment her team was behind by six points. Shin was starting to get bored, though he never let the other power forward best him, he wasn’t pushing himself as hard as he could either.  Kita must have a bad history with the opposing shooting guard. Her team lost out on a few points because of it, but bad chemistry with a mark will do that. Ryunosuke’s eyes were flat, he did the basics when it came to blocking, but like Shin, he wasn’t pushing himself. About the only one who was playing with his all was Aida. He was sluggish off the court, on it only he was pretty dynamic. While Shin was objectively a better player, Aida had scored more points. Nishi was far too focused on her considering that his teams score was on top. She’d use his distraction.

“Here!” she called out to Kita who once again was having a hard time.

She accepted the ball and took her shot, adjusting for Nishi’s block. His paranoia made him jump too soon. Two points.

“Switch marks with me Kita-kun. Nishi-kun’s more your speed,” she said, louder than necessary. She patted Kita’s shoulder as they jogged past each other. Nishi was better than Kita on all counts. But Kita didn’t know that. Either way, Majida reasoned, he’s bound to produce better results against someone he’s not anxious around.

Nishi’s reaction exceeded her expectations. He missed the next shot he took. Unfortunately, his team got the rebound. They also managed to score another two points right after. She’d have to do something about that.

When the ball was once again in her hands she passed it to Kita who surprised her by being able to push past Nishi. He passed the ball to the Aida who was forced to pass it  back to her. There wasn’t a clear shot from her angle so she passed it to Shin, he made the basket, but barely. “Use your knees Shin.” she yelled. “Your knees.”

“Yes, yes.”

Really man, she stewed, annoyed by his laziness. He’d been doing this all game. Just because he wasn’t getting every ball he acted like there was no point in him putting in effort.  “Yes what?” she snapped.

He blinked at her. Letting the player he marked slip past him in his confusion. Perhaps he was far too used to people letting him do whatever he wanted on the court so long as he made the basket. “Got it...sorry.”

That player, free from the pressure of trying to dribble past Shin, took a shot.

“I get you’re heartbroken Ryunosuke, but at least try.” Her jeering was childish, but it seemed that even on this side of the world boys responded to it.

Ryunosuke’s eyes burned. He jumped up and snached the ball from the air, tossing it to Shin before approaching her. “Who said you could use my given name like -”

The whistle blew to signify that another point had been scored, cutting the tall boy’s tirade off. Shin had made the basket easily. He was a good shot, he could probably score more consistently if he wasn’t always going for the flashier moves. Though all the baskets in the world mean little if the defence is sluggish. Shin seemed wholly uninterested in defence despite it being his secondary function as a power forward. Nothing she could do to encourage him in that regard at the moment. Ryunosuke would just have to hold the line.

She beamed at Ryunosuke while addressing Shin. “See how much easier that was.”

Deflated a bit Ryunosuke crossed his arms. He pouted childishly as he stood there. “You’re aggravating...”

She patted him lightly on the back before jogging off. “Back to your position please.”

“Bossy…” he muttered, though he did begin to move.

She waved at him without turning around. “Just doing my job.” Cuz someone has too, she thought. Hopefully with a bit more proding the boys would shape up.They could still win, the point spread wasn’t that broad. Maybe she’d switch with Aida’s mark, the chemistry might work a bit better. She’d make that decision after the next basket.

Ryunosuke grabbed Nishi under his arms, practically dragging his friend off the court.

“Let me go Ryu! I’m cool! I’m calm!” Nishi yelled. Majida didn’t know Nishi could become so red.

He glared daggers at the taller boy.

Ryunosuke ignored Nishi’s gaze. “ Calm people don’t shout,” he said passively. He gave Majida an understanding smile as he continued to pull Nishi backwards.The expression touched her, somehow she had gained his respect. Though she seemed to have reverted back to a negative with Nishi.

Her team had won, and yet her teammates were the ones most surprised by the outcome. Even Shin had expected to lose. Nishi demanded a rematch, convinced that with more time he could figure out how she turned the tide. And maybe he could have, but Majida wasn’t planning to stick around long enough for him to find out how she worked anyway.

“Rukiya told me you were doing this. But I had to see it to believe it.” Budou said with a bit of an edge to her voice.

Majida whipped around to face the older girl.  She wasn’t expecting her to want to talk so soon. “Captain!”

“Use my name,” the Budou ground out through clenched teeth.

“Sorry. Budou-san?” Despite the reprimand a bit of hope filled her.  Better angry than absent. “I’m glad you could make it.”

“Seeing you play I’m feeling a bit inadequate,” Chisaka said. She scratched the back of her head. “I just started playing since I’m tall but you’re really good.”

“Yes, yes she is.” Shin came from nowhere. He placed his hand possessively on Majida’s shoulder. GIving it a firm squeeze.

“What are you doing over here?” Majida hissed. She brushed his hand off of her.

Budou smirked and crossed her arms over her chest. “I see you’ve already made friends.”

“Well, she is joining the team so,” Shin gave the older girls his best salesman smile. It pissed Majida off. He behaved like he was so helpless yesterday. Now was trying to charm it up? What a load of bull.

“You are?” Chisaka looked from Majida to Shin.

“It’s time to wipe the court down.” The boy’s team captain approached the group. “Hey Mia, Rukiya.”

A chill ran down Majida’s spine. Shin was such bad luck. She swallowed the impulse to groan.

Budou relaxed her posture, and looked up to smile amicably at him. She had to crane her neck a bit, the captain was a few inches over 6 feet by Majida’s guess. “Sorry about interrupting practice Ko.”

So they are close enough to use first names. Majida thought. Noted. Can I use this?

The captain returned Budou’s smile. “No worries. I hear that you’re considering re-forming the female team?”

“Uh.. well,” Budou chuckled nervously, deflating a bit. “At the moment I have to say that It may be a waste of talent for Mikami-chan to join our team instead of yours.”

The male captain blinked at Budou. And then looked to Majida.

Majida looked between the two captains. “Okay… no? I’m.” She grabbed Shin’s arm roughly, pointing at him with her other hand. “Just because this idiot-”

“Hey! Ow…” Shin wrested his arm from Majida’s grasp. He rubbed the spot where she grabbed him. “I’m not an idiot!”

Majida pursed her lips . “Uh huh… Anyway. Just because he says so doesn't make it true. Besides it’s not allowed anyway.”

The captain covered his mouth with his fist in an unsuccessful attempt to stifle a chuckle. That shouldn’t be allowed, Majida thought. It sucked that he was low key laughing at her expense, why did he have to be so cute while - Ugh stop it! This is not the time!

“Technically our guidelines don’t prohibit it.” Shin added.

Majida eyes rolled magnificently. “Technically my big toe. Like I told you last night even if it’s not explicitly outlawed by the school the competition guidelines would never allow it.”

Chisaka smirked “Last night?” The older girl’s eyes glowed with interest. Budou smirked once again, she analyzed both Majida and Shin with her gaze.

Oh god! Majida screamed internally. She didn’t even look to see what the Captain’s face looked like. She didn’t want to know, but she knew where this conversation would go and wanted no part of it.  Majida cleared her throat. “Anyway. We can talk later.” She bowed slightly in the upperclassmen’s direction.  “It’s time to wipe down the court.” She almost ran, dragging Shin with her towards the other freshman, ignoring his protests.  It wasn’t the most graceful exit but she’d take it. Besides, she had accomplished her main objective. If Budou still liked basketball, like Majida assumed she still did, there was no way she wouldn’t be seriously thinking about reforming the team after watching a fun game. She’d keep chipping away until she wore the older girl down.  

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I’ve mentioned a lot before that I like how much depth and character they add to someone who was only in the game for a very small portion of it in the beginning and spends the rest of the game mostly being spoken about in past tense.  I like how they delve into things that I felt were only briefly touched on in the game - Saki’s home life, her relationship with her family, her feelings toward Yosuke.  

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@beyondarrest/shojikisa

You can’t really mention people who make you feel welcome in the fandom without bringing up this person, I feel.  From the most I first entered this fandom and from what I’ve observed from a lot of new blogs also settling into the fandom, this person has always been extremely welcoming right off the bat.  They always send everyone really intriguing and thought provoking asks - whether it’s about your muse’s thought process, their mannerisms, their fears or desires.  I like how their asks really make you stop and think.

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[doodlefox-mcgee]

A slight diversion

I can’t say that this is a completely fresh advancement in my life, however it isn’t entirely anticipated, possibly.

I appear to have acquired a submissive. A young lady named Ashley. How we fell in with every other is a very long story, and yet one which looks most improbable and quite surprising me. However she and I seem to be hitting it off.

Ash is quite a bit younger than I, but is older for her age (I’m mid-30s and she is early 20s). She’s slender, supple, small breasts, adorable, strong, and very feminine. Well, with me . We dropped in together due to a common interest in bdsm and the culture/community. As things progressed, she proposed a spectacle for us. I had been hesitant for this since I am… well, a submissive myself.

But I have been a domme, particularly when younger. Consistently with guys though. I really don’t get off tying someone else or tormenting them, not the way I enjoy it for myself. However, with her it seemed to be a necessity to be in a relationship, one that entailed her submitting and becoming sexually humiliated and mastered, but nevertheless a caring relationship.

Let me tell you, that’s not simple. It’s possible, but finding the proper girl to do this isn’t easy. Heck, it is tough to locate the ideal woman in any way, you understand? Relationships do not come easy, especially lesbian ones.

We gave it a go. And it worked out. She was very happy, along with the fact she was pleased made me happy, which was sufficient. We have continued to organize sessions and have played quite enjoyably.

While I’ve talked about my bisexuality a few on this, it was some time ago and was concentrated primarily on my early years exploring bondage and how some of my early attempts to involve others happened with girls. I am bisexual. I really find relationships with women more fulfilling emotionally than people with men; it is only that the sort of strict and intense bdsm I crave normally requires guys. Hardly any girls are good tops in how I need it.

My connection with Ash is based more on… well… let’s call it mutual lust, than a strict D/s or BDSM structure. The D/s connection gives us a very kinky frame for what is turning out for a passionate affair.

Once I submit into a man, I have a tendency to get tied up in extremely uncomfortable places, and abused in ways that make pain, emotional torment and long term distress, and of course humiliation and frustration. It can become very intense. The pain and discomfort are a way to highlight my helplessness in bed, as well as get adrenaline and endorphins flowing within me. It can be a mind blowing excursion.

With Ashley, it’s more a relationship thing, in which she voluntarily submits to actions, mild distress or humiliation, all to please . The mental dynamics are extremely different, though a lot of these outer mechanisms might appear similar.

A good example of our relationship and the way things have emerged.

We went on to Denny’s recently. We both wore jeans. I had been wearing a black group t-shirt, she was on a knit polo shirt (very preppy). We requested a stall and I stumbled on exactly the exact same side as she; a little unusual and incredibly romantic. And when we were ready to order.

“We shall order in just a minute. We will need to pick, first.

The waitress left and also the time came. Ashley didn’t know I was planning to do any of this.

In my bag I pulled out two nipple clamps. Smaller clover clamps which had great springs plus a tiny bite to them. I’m educated about clamps (needing worn virtually every kind hundreds of times), so I knew these would hurt but be bearable, especially after first program.

“I’d like one to put them” I said , handing over the clamps.

She looked at me with large eyes, but obeyed. This is what I absolutely adore about her. She might not like what I ask , but she amuses without questioning. If she was to say”I would rather not,” or”no, please, Siobhan,” I would withdraw the request. But she doesn’t. She obeys.

She slipped her right hand on her top from your waist, reaching up until it could cup her left breast. An awkward maneuver and one that was fairly visible to anyone that was searching at the time. Her right hand went in from the top using the clamp.

Her fingers stretched and pulled her nipple out to prep it. Once the nipple was somewhat extended, she slid to the clamp and then let it close.

A sharp intake of breath announced the pain hitting; it was not bad but first pinch consistently takes one by surprise. Her left hand moved in from below today, heading into her right breast, lifting and stretching her nipple, right hand moving in by the top using the clamp which she slid onto the sensitive little nub of flesh, and once again releasing the clamp on her nipple.

The very small whimper she let out was a joy. It symbolized her obedience to me personally.

“I am proud to be observed with you, Ash. I really like it when you suffer for me personally. It turns me on a lot .” The pain in her nipples was subsiding but I knew it would nag her for the rest of the brunch.

The waitress came straight up. Her eyes flicked us over resting briefly onto Ashley’s torso. The knit shirt she was wearing wasn’t tight, but the outline of these clamps may be viewed. Ashley altered in her seat and leaned forward a little to try and conceal them, though it helped just a little. It was apparent something odd was going on around her brow, and people who had the knowledge would identify it as clamps.

The waitress didn’t miss a beat but only asked what we would like. “And an orange juice” Mostly because my right hand was burred between her legs and had been massaging her panties, right over her clit. This was distracting. She eventually got out it. . And. . Orange juice…”

The waitress nodded, eyes a bit wider than ordinary, and abandoned.

Ashley’s legs have spread for me personally along with my palms.

“Good woman,” I said to her in a very low voice. “Now, you hit within and keep it going.”

“What?” She said, looking at me with surprise. She was not disobeying, but had been amazed and wanted to be sure that I was actually telling her to do that.

“Yes, even unbutton the top , get your fingers inside there, and then do it.” She pushed her hand in, but after some attempt it wouldn’t go far enough, so she unzipped just a bit. Her hands went in, palms glancing down, since I watched. I want you to cum.”

I understood she was also ongoing to undergo pain due to the nipple clamps. Not a great deal, but enough to make it more challenging to get an orgasm.

Then again I am interested in my situation, the extra stimulation, the annoyance of having my nipples squeezed and clamped really helps me orgasm. Possibly the nipple pain would help her. She moaned.

“That stinks” She stated, restraining her voice. She was hurting and has been working on getting an orgasm going at exactly the exact identical time.

“YesI understand.” I answered.

She slid her buttocks down a bit further in her seat. “Someone is going to see!” She said. She was not looking around, though. She was looking in the booth in front of her, eyes unfocused. Her hands were working faster. 1 foot went and pushed against the stall chair across from her again.

“They have,” I noted. Two vacationers down and across the aisle were having lunch, and one of them had been staring. “That is part of what I need. I want you to put on a display for them. Let them know you are having an orgasm”

“Nooooo…” she stated, however, it had been in a whisper and sounded more like a moan. Her hand was moving harder, quicker.

I flicked her left nipple clamp, so it had no effect on her. She was getting near.

“OK… and here we have an avocado…”

“Right here,” I said, pointing before Ashley. She’d stopped rubbing, at least obviously. Her hand was under the table, however, and she was slumped in the chair.

I got my meals and as soon as the waitress left I took Ashley’s hand out of her pants, and slipped mine in.

“You consume. Let me” I mentioned.

“Oh…” she sighed, kind of half from it. She picked up a spoon and attempted to consume.

She was very wet. It was simple to slide 1 finger inside her and apply the other to rub her clit. I played with it for some time then started rubbing for real.

After I began for real her spoon no longer transported food to her mouth. She just sat there, staring in her oatmeal, trying her best to not make noise. My hands didn’t move , trapped with the lace of her jeans, but my palms were rapidly rubbing, one finger slipping in and out of her around a inch.

Her thighs squeezed my hand a few times, out and in; this was a signal she was getting close. The businessman at the booth across the way was staring now, making no pretense that he wasn’t observing. I glanced over and nuzzled Ashley, which seemingly pushed her on the border.

Ashley’s head leaned back, eyes closed, face toward the sky, mouth in an”O” and she gripped the edge of the table. A small squeak came from her open mouth, then a silent gasp of air. Then another. Her legs appeared to be confused, unsure if to squeeze tight from my hands, or distribute open as far as they can.

Her body relaxed a little and that I slowed my movements, bringing the intense stimulation to a conclusion.

Pulling my hand from her trousers I licked them while staring at the businessman farther down the aisle. He gaped, completely taken aback. I thought that I may have seen his erection forming, but he turned off.

“May I remove the clamps, Siobhan?” She said.

“No. Leave them on for today. Let us finish. You have been an superb girl, I am proud of you.”

I kissed her on the lips and then we moved back into eating.

Afterwards, getting into the car, she requested to eliminate the clamps . “Please, Siobhan, they are really hurting. Could we take off them?”

“Attempt to keep them for a little more, dear. You’re always more amazing when suffering.”

She was quiet on the road home, probably handling the deep ache which has been her nipples, dispersing into her buttocks.

Once in the home I gave her instructions. Once you are naked, present yourself to me”

She nodded and did exactly what she had been told. Damn, I really like an amazing submissive.

If she was completely nude she came out and knelt in front of me where I sat, her head downher hands on her knees.

She raised her head and thrust out her chest slightly. The clamps hung from the poor, smashed nipples.

She cried out, grimacing and wincing, lifting her arm and shoulder as if to protect herself, though the pain was really in the clamp elimination. I waited for her to get over the pain.

I gradually removed the right clamp. Once more, Ashley cried , whimpered and winced. It hurt as hell to take those clamps off afterwards so long, I understood.

“Allow me to rub them” I provided and achieved, rubbing against the sensitive nipples carefully., The procedure did help her feel a bit better, getting the blood going. I’m proud of you, you chose that so well.

“I’m your little slut,” she said happily.

There is real joy within her obedience. Love inside her dedication and entry. Pleasure in her pain.

So now I have a problem. The title of this site. If I continue because the dominant, I can not call it Slave Bride, can I? Until I marry the girl and make her Slave Bride.

Really, I don’t believe I am likely to have that issue. I am going to visit Jason tomorrow night, and it is looking to be fun, in a rather awkward manner.

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[shnoonoo]

A slight diversion

I can’t say that this is a completely fresh advancement in my life, however it isn’t entirely anticipated, possibly.

I appear to have acquired a submissive. A young lady named Ashley. How we fell in with every other is a very long story, and yet one which looks most improbable and quite surprising me. However she and I seem to be hitting it off.

Ash is quite a bit younger than I, but is older for her age (I’m mid-30s and she is early 20s). She’s slender, supple, small breasts, adorable, strong, and very feminine. Well, with me . We dropped in together due to a common interest in bdsm and the culture/community. As things progressed, she proposed a spectacle for us. I had been hesitant for this since I am… well, a submissive myself.

But I have been a domme, particularly when younger. Consistently with guys though. I really don’t get off tying someone else or tormenting them, not the way I enjoy it for myself. However, with her it seemed to be a necessity to be in a relationship, one that entailed her submitting and becoming sexually humiliated and mastered, but nevertheless a caring relationship.

Let me tell you, that’s not simple. It’s possible, but finding the proper girl to do this isn’t easy. Heck, it is tough to locate the ideal woman in any way, you understand? Relationships do not come easy, especially lesbian ones.

We gave it a go. And it worked out. She was very happy, along with the fact she was pleased made me happy, which was sufficient. We have continued to organize sessions and have played quite enjoyably.

While I’ve talked about my bisexuality a few on this, it was some time ago and was concentrated primarily on my early years exploring bondage and how some of my early attempts to involve others happened with girls. I am bisexual. I really find relationships with women more fulfilling emotionally than people with men; it is only that the sort of strict and intense bdsm I crave normally requires guys. Hardly any girls are good tops in how I need it.

My connection with Ash is based more on… well… let’s call it mutual lust, than a strict D/s or BDSM structure. The D/s connection gives us a very kinky frame for what is turning out for a passionate affair.

Once I submit into a man, I have a tendency to get tied up in extremely uncomfortable places, and abused in ways that make pain, emotional torment and long term distress, and of course humiliation and frustration. It can become very intense. The pain and discomfort are a way to highlight my helplessness in bed, as well as get adrenaline and endorphins flowing within me. It can be a mind blowing excursion.

With Ashley, it’s more a relationship thing, in which she voluntarily submits to actions, mild distress or humiliation, all to please . The mental dynamics are extremely different, though a lot of these outer mechanisms might appear similar.

A good example of our relationship and the way things have emerged.

We went on to Denny’s recently. We both wore jeans. I had been wearing a black group t-shirt, she was on a knit polo shirt (very preppy). We requested a stall and I stumbled on exactly the exact same side as she; a little unusual and incredibly romantic. And when we were ready to order.

“We shall order in just a minute. We will need to pick, first.

The waitress left and also the time came. Ashley didn’t know I was planning to do any of this.

In my bag I pulled out two nipple clamps. Smaller clover clamps which had great springs plus a tiny bite to them. I’m educated about clamps (needing worn virtually every kind hundreds of times), so I knew these would hurt but be bearable, especially after first program.

“I’d like one to put them” I said , handing over the clamps.

She looked at me with large eyes, but obeyed. This is what I absolutely adore about her. She might not like what I ask , but she amuses without questioning. If she was to say”I would rather not,” or”no, please, Siobhan,” I would withdraw the request. But she doesn’t. She obeys.

She slipped her right hand on her top from your waist, reaching up until it could cup her left breast. An awkward maneuver and one that was fairly visible to anyone that was searching at the time. Her right hand went in from the top using the clamp.

Her fingers stretched and pulled her nipple out to prep it. Once the nipple was somewhat extended, she slid to the clamp and then let it close.

A sharp intake of breath announced the pain hitting; it was not bad but first pinch consistently takes one by surprise. Her left hand moved in from below today, heading into her right breast, lifting and stretching her nipple, right hand moving in by the top using the clamp which she slid onto the sensitive little nub of flesh, and once again releasing the clamp on her nipple.

The very small whimper she let out was a joy. It symbolized her obedience to me personally.

“I am proud to be observed with you, Ash. I really like it when you suffer for me personally. It turns me on a lot .” The pain in her nipples was subsiding but I knew it would nag her for the rest of the brunch.

The waitress came straight up. Her eyes flicked us over resting briefly onto Ashley’s torso. The knit shirt she was wearing wasn’t tight, but the outline of these clamps may be viewed. Ashley altered in her seat and leaned forward a little to try and conceal them, though it helped just a little. It was apparent something odd was going on around her brow, and people who had the knowledge would identify it as clamps.

The waitress didn’t miss a beat but only asked what we would like. “And an orange juice” Mostly because my right hand was burred between her legs and had been massaging her panties, right over her clit. This was distracting. She eventually got out it. . And. . Orange juice…”

The waitress nodded, eyes a bit wider than ordinary, and abandoned.

Ashley’s legs have spread for me personally along with my palms.

“Good woman,” I said to her in a very low voice. “Now, you hit within and keep it going.”

“What?” She said, looking at me with surprise. She was not disobeying, but had been amazed and wanted to be sure that I was actually telling her to do that.

“Yes, even unbutton the top , get your fingers inside there, and then do it.” She pushed her hand in, but after some attempt it wouldn’t go far enough, so she unzipped just a bit. Her hands went in, palms glancing down, since I watched. I want you to cum.”

I understood she was also ongoing to undergo pain due to the nipple clamps. Not a great deal, but enough to make it more challenging to get an orgasm.

Then again I am interested in my situation, the extra stimulation, the annoyance of having my nipples squeezed and clamped really helps me orgasm. Possibly the nipple pain would help her. She moaned.

“That stinks” She stated, restraining her voice. She was hurting and has been working on getting an orgasm going at exactly the exact identical time.

“YesI understand.” I answered.

She slid her buttocks down a bit further in her seat. “Someone is going to see!” She said. She was not looking around, though. She was looking in the booth in front of her, eyes unfocused. Her hands were working faster. 1 foot went and pushed against the stall chair across from her again.

“They have,” I noted. Two vacationers down and across the aisle were having lunch, and one of them had been staring. “That is part of what I need. I want you to put on a display for them. Let them know you are having an orgasm”

“Nooooo…” she stated, however, it had been in a whisper and sounded more like a moan. Her hand was moving harder, quicker.

I flicked her left nipple clamp, so it had no effect on her. She was getting near.

“OK… and here we have an avocado…”

“Right here,” I said, pointing before Ashley. She’d stopped rubbing, at least obviously. Her hand was under the table, however, and she was slumped in the chair.

I got my meals and as soon as the waitress left I took Ashley’s hand out of her pants, and slipped mine in.

“You consume. Let me” I mentioned.

“Oh…” she sighed, kind of half from it. She picked up a spoon and attempted to consume.

She was very wet. It was simple to slide 1 finger inside her and apply the other to rub her clit. I played with it for some time then started rubbing for real.

After I began for real her spoon no longer transported food to her mouth. She just sat there, staring in her oatmeal, trying her best to not make noise. My hands didn’t move , trapped with the lace of her jeans, but my palms were rapidly rubbing, one finger slipping in and out of her around a inch.

Her thighs squeezed my hand a few times, out and in; this was a signal she was getting close. The businessman at the booth across the way was staring now, making no pretense that he wasn’t observing. I glanced over and nuzzled Ashley, which seemingly pushed her on the border.

Ashley’s head leaned back, eyes closed, face toward the sky, mouth in an”O” and she gripped the edge of the table. A small squeak came from her open mouth, then a silent gasp of air. Then another. Her legs appeared to be confused, unsure if to squeeze tight from my hands, or distribute open as far as they can.

Her body relaxed a little and that I slowed my movements, bringing the intense stimulation to a conclusion.

Pulling my hand from her trousers I licked them while staring at the businessman farther down the aisle. He gaped, completely taken aback. I thought that I may have seen his erection forming, but he turned off.

“May I remove the clamps, Siobhan?” She said.

“No. Leave them on for today. Let us finish. You have been an superb girl, I am proud of you.”

I kissed her on the lips and then we moved back into eating.

Afterwards, getting into the car, she requested to eliminate the clamps . “Please, Siobhan, they are really hurting. Could we take off them?”

“Attempt to keep them for a little more, dear. You’re always more amazing when suffering.”

She was quiet on the road home, probably handling the deep ache which has been her nipples, dispersing into her buttocks.

Once in the home I gave her instructions. Once you are naked, present yourself to me”

She nodded and did exactly what she had been told. Damn, I really like an amazing submissive.

If she was completely nude she came out and knelt in front of me where I sat, her head downher hands on her knees.

She raised her head and thrust out her chest slightly. The clamps hung from the poor, smashed nipples.

She cried out, grimacing and wincing, lifting her arm and shoulder as if to protect herself, though the pain was really in the clamp elimination. I waited for her to get over the pain.

I gradually removed the right clamp. Once more, Ashley cried , whimpered and winced. It hurt as hell to take those clamps off afterwards so long, I understood.

“Allow me to rub them” I provided and achieved, rubbing against the sensitive nipples carefully., The procedure did help her feel a bit better, getting the blood going. I’m proud of you, you chose that so well.

“I’m your little slut,” she said happily.

There is real joy within her obedience. Love inside her dedication and entry. Pleasure in her pain.

So now I have a problem. The title of this site. If I continue because the dominant, I can not call it Slave Bride, can I? Until I marry the girl and make her Slave Bride.

Really, I don’t believe I am likely to have that issue. I am going to visit Jason tomorrow night, and it is looking to be fun, in a rather awkward manner.

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[time-to-begin]

A slight diversion

I can’t say that this is a completely fresh advancement in my life, however it isn’t entirely anticipated, possibly.

I appear to have acquired a submissive. A young lady named Ashley. How we fell in with every other is a very long story, and yet one which looks most improbable and quite surprising me. However she and I seem to be hitting it off.

Ash is quite a bit younger than I, but is older for her age (I’m mid-30s and she is early 20s). She’s slender, supple, small breasts, adorable, strong, and very feminine. Well, with me . We dropped in together due to a common interest in bdsm and the culture/community. As things progressed, she proposed a spectacle for us. I had been hesitant for this since I am… well, a submissive myself.

But I have been a domme, particularly when younger. Consistently with guys though. I really don’t get off tying someone else or tormenting them, not the way I enjoy it for myself. However, with her it seemed to be a necessity to be in a relationship, one that entailed her submitting and becoming sexually humiliated and mastered, but nevertheless a caring relationship.

Let me tell you, that’s not simple. It’s possible, but finding the proper girl to do this isn’t easy. Heck, it is tough to locate the ideal woman in any way, you understand? Relationships do not come easy, especially lesbian ones.

We gave it a go. And it worked out. She was very happy, along with the fact she was pleased made me happy, which was sufficient. We have continued to organize sessions and have played quite enjoyably.

While I’ve talked about my bisexuality a few on this, it was some time ago and was concentrated primarily on my early years exploring bondage and how some of my early attempts to involve others happened with girls. I am bisexual. I really find relationships with women more fulfilling emotionally than people with men; it is only that the sort of strict and intense bdsm I crave normally requires guys. Hardly any girls are good tops in how I need it.

My connection with Ash is based more on… well… let’s call it mutual lust, than a strict D/s or BDSM structure. The D/s connection gives us a very kinky frame for what is turning out for a passionate affair.

Once I submit into a man, I have a tendency to get tied up in extremely uncomfortable places, and abused in ways that make pain, emotional torment and long term distress, and of course humiliation and frustration. It can become very intense. The pain and discomfort are a way to highlight my helplessness in bed, as well as get adrenaline and endorphins flowing within me. It can be a mind blowing excursion.

With Ashley, it’s more a relationship thing, in which she voluntarily submits to actions, mild distress or humiliation, all to please . The mental dynamics are extremely different, though a lot of these outer mechanisms might appear similar.

A good example of our relationship and the way things have emerged.

We went on to Denny’s recently. We both wore jeans. I had been wearing a black group t-shirt, she was on a knit polo shirt (very preppy). We requested a stall and I stumbled on exactly the exact same side as she; a little unusual and incredibly romantic. And when we were ready to order.

“We shall order in just a minute. We will need to pick, first.

The waitress left and also the time came. Ashley didn’t know I was planning to do any of this.

In my bag I pulled out two nipple clamps. Smaller clover clamps which had great springs plus a tiny bite to them. I’m educated about clamps (needing worn virtually every kind hundreds of times), so I knew these would hurt but be bearable, especially after first program.

“I’d like one to put them” I said , handing over the clamps.

She looked at me with large eyes, but obeyed. This is what I absolutely adore about her. She might not like what I ask , but she amuses without questioning. If she was to say”I would rather not,” or”no, please, Siobhan,” I would withdraw the request. But she doesn’t. She obeys.

She slipped her right hand on her top from your waist, reaching up until it could cup her left breast. An awkward maneuver and one that was fairly visible to anyone that was searching at the time. Her right hand went in from the top using the clamp.

Her fingers stretched and pulled her nipple out to prep it. Once the nipple was somewhat extended, she slid to the clamp and then let it close.

A sharp intake of breath announced the pain hitting; it was not bad but first pinch consistently takes one by surprise. Her left hand moved in from below today, heading into her right breast, lifting and stretching her nipple, right hand moving in by the top using the clamp which she slid onto the sensitive little nub of flesh, and once again releasing the clamp on her nipple.

The very small whimper she let out was a joy. It symbolized her obedience to me personally.

“I am proud to be observed with you, Ash. I really like it when you suffer for me personally. It turns me on a lot .” The pain in her nipples was subsiding but I knew it would nag her for the rest of the brunch.

The waitress came straight up. Her eyes flicked us over resting briefly onto Ashley’s torso. The knit shirt she was wearing wasn’t tight, but the outline of these clamps may be viewed. Ashley altered in her seat and leaned forward a little to try and conceal them, though it helped just a little. It was apparent something odd was going on around her brow, and people who had the knowledge would identify it as clamps.

The waitress didn’t miss a beat but only asked what we would like. “And an orange juice” Mostly because my right hand was burred between her legs and had been massaging her panties, right over her clit. This was distracting. She eventually got out it. . And. . Orange juice…”

The waitress nodded, eyes a bit wider than ordinary, and abandoned.

Ashley’s legs have spread for me personally along with my palms.

“Good woman,” I said to her in a very low voice. “Now, you hit within and keep it going.”

“What?” She said, looking at me with surprise. She was not disobeying, but had been amazed and wanted to be sure that I was actually telling her to do that.

“Yes, even unbutton the top , get your fingers inside there, and then do it.” She pushed her hand in, but after some attempt it wouldn’t go far enough, so she unzipped just a bit. Her hands went in, palms glancing down, since I watched. I want you to cum.”

I understood she was also ongoing to undergo pain due to the nipple clamps. Not a great deal, but enough to make it more challenging to get an orgasm.

Then again I am interested in my situation, the extra stimulation, the annoyance of having my nipples squeezed and clamped really helps me orgasm. Possibly the nipple pain would help her. She moaned.

“That stinks” She stated, restraining her voice. She was hurting and has been working on getting an orgasm going at exactly the exact identical time.

“YesI understand.” I answered.

She slid her buttocks down a bit further in her seat. “Someone is going to see!” She said. She was not looking around, though. She was looking in the booth in front of her, eyes unfocused. Her hands were working faster. 1 foot went and pushed against the stall chair across from her again.

“They have,” I noted. Two vacationers down and across the aisle were having lunch, and one of them had been staring. “That is part of what I need. I want you to put on a display for them. Let them know you are having an orgasm”

“Nooooo…” she stated, however, it had been in a whisper and sounded more like a moan. Her hand was moving harder, quicker.

I flicked her left nipple clamp, so it had no effect on her. She was getting near.

“OK… and here we have an avocado…”

“Right here,” I said, pointing before Ashley. She’d stopped rubbing, at least obviously. Her hand was under the table, however, and she was slumped in the chair.

I got my meals and as soon as the waitress left I took Ashley’s hand out of her pants, and slipped mine in.

“You consume. Let me” I mentioned.

“Oh…” she sighed, kind of half from it. She picked up a spoon and attempted to consume.

She was very wet. It was simple to slide 1 finger inside her and apply the other to rub her clit. I played with it for some time then started rubbing for real.

After I began for real her spoon no longer transported food to her mouth. She just sat there, staring in her oatmeal, trying her best to not make noise. My hands didn’t move , trapped with the lace of her jeans, but my palms were rapidly rubbing, one finger slipping in and out of her around a inch.

Her thighs squeezed my hand a few times, out and in; this was a signal she was getting close. The businessman at the booth across the way was staring now, making no pretense that he wasn’t observing. I glanced over and nuzzled Ashley, which seemingly pushed her on the border.

Ashley’s head leaned back, eyes closed, face toward the sky, mouth in an”O” and she gripped the edge of the table. A small squeak came from her open mouth, then a silent gasp of air. Then another. Her legs appeared to be confused, unsure if to squeeze tight from my hands, or distribute open as far as they can.

Her body relaxed a little and that I slowed my movements, bringing the intense stimulation to a conclusion.

Pulling my hand from her trousers I licked them while staring at the businessman farther down the aisle. He gaped, completely taken aback. I thought that I may have seen his erection forming, but he turned off.

“May I remove the clamps, Siobhan?” She said.

“No. Leave them on for today. Let us finish. You have been an superb girl, I am proud of you.”

I kissed her on the lips and then we moved back into eating.

Afterwards, getting into the car, she requested to eliminate the clamps . “Please, Siobhan, they are really hurting. Could we take off them?”

“Attempt to keep them for a little more, dear. You’re always more amazing when suffering.”

She was quiet on the road home, probably handling the deep ache which has been her nipples, dispersing into her buttocks.

Once in the home I gave her instructions. Once you are naked, present yourself to me”

She nodded and did exactly what she had been told. Damn, I really like an amazing submissive.

If she was completely nude she came out and knelt in front of me where I sat, her head downher hands on her knees.

She raised her head and thrust out her chest slightly. The clamps hung from the poor, smashed nipples.

She cried out, grimacing and wincing, lifting her arm and shoulder as if to protect herself, though the pain was really in the clamp elimination. I waited for her to get over the pain.

I gradually removed the right clamp. Once more, Ashley cried , whimpered and winced. It hurt as hell to take those clamps off afterwards so long, I understood.

“Allow me to rub them” I provided and achieved, rubbing against the sensitive nipples carefully., The procedure did help her feel a bit better, getting the blood going. I’m proud of you, you chose that so well.

“I’m your little slut,” she said happily.

There is real joy within her obedience. Love inside her dedication and entry. Pleasure in her pain.

So now I have a problem. The title of this site. If I continue because the dominant, I can not call it Slave Bride, can I? Until I marry the girl and make her Slave Bride.

Really, I don’t believe I am likely to have that issue. I am going to visit Jason tomorrow night, and it is looking to be fun, in a rather awkward manner.

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