#anti do revenge

[paceywittergayboatman]

Do Revenge feels kind of racist towards drea and i dont like it

(I'm black and white but i rasied Cuban so if i step out bounds i apologize however black and latina women like brown skined women both face devasting conquesnes from racist perspectives in way so latina women tell me if out of bonds here however my analysis is more just fundamental understanding the risks and fetishization that extend and end within black and latina experience )

The White Femmine Hyper Femmine Dangerous Woman Movie Perspective Relationship to Women of Color Characters

First off I think Mean Girls, Jawbreaker, and Heathers are fantastic pecies on white femmine lesbian hyper femmine violence and internal grief. But they lack the amount of work woc have to do when entering white spaces hence it is essential that you write with intersectionality in mind. This did not happen here

Privilege, Power Dynamic and its Compilations with Applying Intersectionality

The main problem here is the power imbalance and privilege Drea and Eleanor have. A good homosexual anger revenge movie and text requires a ability for the characters to hurt each other but fundamentally understand at some point we both have to know the other is there own person even if its in a fucked up way

Heres a good example

The Hannigram Strat

Hannibal BBC is a perfect example because even tho like all the mess is involved Hannibal has to be forgiven by Will in order for there relationship continue now this also works because they are both incredibly smart in ways that are needed for there relationship hannibal always admire will as someone whos intelligent he doesn't dumb him down or think lesser because of his neurodivergency and eventually will kills that dude as a were even symbol but ultimately both men are grown and dont need to further purse to college they have lives and ways to make money and careers

This is what I'm calling the Hannigram Strat in which both partners come to understanding or arleady understand that theyre both on the same danger level and they are equals

Hand in Unlovable Hand

So this one is you have done or are capable of the same level of fucked up behavior therefore the risk of ditching is harder to do and when it's done its betrayal its sacrifice but its not something you can outright refer to as just abusive so if your raised in similarly dark environment your evil is based on a similar understanding of intensity. Which is determined and influenced by the factors of identity below

Intersectional Identiy Factors and Privilege

Drea: Latina, Cannot pass as white, lower class than her peers, also exists in space outside of white lesbian gender identity issues via her latina identity, also not someone who wants to presents masc and present as she wants

So already Drea dealing with being a racial minority in white school specficaly latina which means she has to code switch, work harder, and she can't risk being as messy as everyone else because she like scholarship or somehow more likely to get expelled via her economic standing she a visibly a brown skinned Latina so she isn't allowed to express her feelings of anger as that could be percieved as violent

Now I'm gonna talk about Drea the way i see her behaviors and such

Pre Sex Tape Drea

•The only technically out of blue mean girl behavior she does is say that eleanor was predatory towards her now this is like technically because he internalized homophobia and shame so as much eleanor sees it that way I'm not gonna count it that way in this secton

•She generally self centered and shes mean in her language

•One girl shames Drea for having Tara paying for her party and says she got her dress at(salvation amry)to which Drea says that this girl is going yo donate her clothes to said store this an unessarily intense response to the girls comment but not unprompted

Post Sex Tape Drea

•First of she gets Sophia Turner whom she thought released the sex tape in mental hospital and claims shes did cocaine which is extreme reaction but were in genre of revenge fantasy so its extreme but a response to a action that hurt her it's not unprompted

▪︎Drea thinks that it was Clarissa whomst outed Eleanor and puts her in the mentall health hospital area

•She gets the seinor class high on mushrooms without there consent

•She releases all of texts of Max flirting and cheating exbortant amount of girls in school this us technically violating him but it also hurts the girls who were also involved with max

•She pressures Eleanor to look femmeine in order to get her revange technically the thought process is we are helping each other you have to play a part but its also something i have to do where i have adjust myself in order to to survive in the world so this is same thing I'm asking you to do

•She then discovers that Eleanor has been manipulating her and even made the fake rejection letter

•She discovers this info and goes to confront miss eleanor who then foroces her to do this with this plan of sabotaging the popular people at the ivy party and threatens her (mom)

•Outs Eleanor's Relationship mess to ethan and the popular girls and ethan

Eleanor Analysis

Eleanor: white woman, lesbian, masc presenting, is good on money

Now i do feel if t Drea was white and actually vindictive and like wasn't more so an aloof cher from cluess self centered this could a really fun secret garden Mary lennox moment however this is not the case so lets talk about her how her identities give and loose her privilege

•Ok so being queer is difficult in heteronormative world and being called predatory and shamed for being who are when young is really hard so i think we can count that so she is oppressed for being a lesbian, and having to do the thinking of can i share myself and will i get hurt if i do this and i am discounting part of this purely because Drea is in denial of her own identity and isn't a vindictive straight person literally just being homophobic

• I will give Eleanor that the emotional and mental aftermath on her psyche is fucked up because it

Eleanor doesn't receive any sexism except from like max and she has no economic problems

•Drea does make her look femme but this isnt because she disrespects Eleanor masculine presenting self its because she already used to having to shed herself like a chameleon but its still self centered in the way she presents it

She forces Drea a Latina woman to play into the drug part of her revenge plan and she holds no thought of this could hurt her more as Latina women who could actually be in trouble for this and maybe go to jail

Conclusion or why this isn't quite as fabulous a story as its Pre Cursors

We have Eleanor who has nothing to lose who decides to do revenge against Drea who not only has everything to loose and isn't even plotting lady macbeth style pre the sex tape and is just not aware shes selfcentered who shows genuine empathy and devotion to Eleanor one she hears about this even tho shes dissociated her memory of it

And eleanor inability to deal with her valid anger towards drea because of Drea rumor of predatory behavior that is turned into i know i have more privilege and can't commicate but I'm gonna ruin your life not giving you rhe full honest truth and leaving you vulnerable to way harsh consequences to behavior I could get way with without sacrificing my life

This does not share that you any balance that the battle of power in mean girls and jawbreaker have

On the one hand it makes sense that Eleanor would just be like I'm mad that this girl did this to me but also like she literally was uspet for eleanor and showed empathy and especially because that was after the sex tape release she didn't have anything to loose by denying it its like what i would called the mary Lennox white girl complex (she thinks she a orphan girl in Victorian gothic story)

Dreas not a angel to do all of that but the anger and pressure and stress she feels because her initial oppressed position is what really makes her loose it shes feeling valid emotion and is honest just like teenager and she makes sure to this in way that she thinks in long term the white people will get over right

So Drea perspective is the more modern heathers and jawbreaker poc girl hyperfemmine revenge fantasy

then the interjection of Eleanor almost feels like out of place, Drea no regina george and she even as Eleanor states is better person and it takes this story which already has to characters who have such fundamental difference in privilege and if anything I would agrue its violation of Drea to make her go with the plan against her will because she is has more to loose and as woc it made so upset and felt like distrusting

So in the context of my gay revenge darkness duo rules because drea doesn't have the same ability to fight back at her because long term her goal is to have good standing in the world to survive Eleanors revenge plan fallls short against dreas cher cluesss esc actions that she would probably be willing to rectify(eleanor doesn't know this initially but the writers do hence my problem)

I also think the more intersting relationship between evil and regret crazieness is between drea and tara who have a more equal and related footing to what they could loose

One thing that important here is that Drea feels the white girls have it easeir they will recover faster and she has some anger from the privilege they already receive

I feel here is conflict in text and argument between the legitimate anger of Drea as latina lowerclass girl and the text refusal to allow her to be angry and get something out of it she doesn't get to win

I'm deeply umcomfortable with the lack room for the dreas unlikable character traits and the way she so deeply punished in way that regina George and courtney from jawbreaker are not which is worse because her initial highschool school motivations of setting herself for economic and career success aren't evil plan esc and her calling eleanor predatory, which in comparison to literally dealing with deadbody courtney, and aggressively on purpose keeping the status quo regina geroge (i know shes lesbian coded but she consistantly einforces her power) is just simply racism

Shes not nice and shes bitchy but again she has no agenda other than her own success she selfcentered as well but at this point her goal is get out of her school and move on she wants to have sucessful and happy life

Now ultimately Eleanor has the resources to get help and deal with her problems easily accessible she doesn't need to pick up her mom at her work and she doesn't depend college to be the entrance to really live life it's not the same need and as much traumatizes eleanor this will noy follow her into adulthood as strongly as a DRUG CHARE would follow Drea. Drea never gets to fight back or get a say in this world that refuses to let her be woman because shes seen as less human and fiesity and spicy in a almost animal like way(i dont go here so Latina who face this stereotype in that way and not in black way feel free to correct me)

Passing is great example of text in which to queer (subtextual) black women balance anger confusion and affection towards one another in what is deeply terrifying world for them in which in ends in devastation but both women have similar choice and whats more devasting is way they forced to shape themselves

What you notice about the texts I've mentioned (excluding clueless) is that theses dynamics are characters of the same race

So its hard at least for me to enjoy the eleanor twist when she not only is more privileged but literally could've communicated her needs she has everything she needs and Drea needs yale more baldy

So conclusion Do revenge could've been fantastic movie if had Drea Poc revenge fantasy playing on the 80s and 90s movie's but the interjection of white woman privilege ruined it

[ladysansalannister]

Sooooo Do Revenge is actually SUPER fucking antisemitic. Having your toxic male villain wear a Magen David and use Yiddish words like “kvelling” while orchestrating fucked-up shit from the shadows? Having him called “the devil”? I feel so fucking betrayed, I was really enjoying the movie, but as a Jewish woman I feel so fucking gross and honestly close to tears.

[littlefeltsparrow]

Schrödinger’s Feyre: Where Feyre is simultaneously a cunning and badass girlboss with a mind of steel and a fragile little lamb who doesn’t know any better. When they’re proud, she’s a skilled strategist and competent High Lady, but when it comes to facing the consequences of her actions and the implications of her power, suddenly she’s a little baby waddling through fairy land.

[mikkeneko]

watching Jiang antis go, as a Scum Villain reader, never ceases to be kind of wild

[the-one-and-only-aroace]

What I need people to understand is that Percy will never “open up his eyes” to how bad the gods are. Out of the olympians, Luke and him, he’s the only one who actually understands how and in what ways they’re bad.

Luke, he just feels abandoned. He hates Hermes not because he’s a god, but because he’s a deadbeat father. The gods corruption, the constantly fighting monsters, the just general incompetence, he could care less about. He only even thinks about those things because he’s been manipulated by Kronos. Does anyone at camp care that any mistress of Zeus has been killed wrongfully? No. Should they? Not really. Pretty much every demigod who joined Kronos’s side is doing it for purely selfish reasons. Kronos has just dressed it up in pretty words about overthrowing the gods.

Percy, however? He wants an end to the corruption. He doesn’t just want revenge against his father for abandoning him. He wants change to happen, with or without the gods. He’s one of the only people who knows the titans are worse not because of family loyalty, but because they’re just actually shit. He could care less about Poseidon, they’ve made their peace. That doesn’t mean he thinks the gods are good, he just knows that the titans are worse.

The titans are quite literally worse in every way except not abandoning their demigod kids. Kronos’s army would realize that at a greater scale if they weren’t just kids looking for revenge. Percy recognizes that because his feelings have been dealt with instead of just left to simmer for years and years

[hoeplessl0nging]

A Mother's Lament

Helaena takes revenge into her own hands. [2.3k words]

inspired by this post from @sleepwalker-02-artist , i don't normally write these little prompts but something took over and i couldn't not write a little oneshot. || cross-posted on ao3

The air was thin, up so high. High enough her hair was kissed by cotton clouds. The wind was near deafening and cold, yet it quieted the rage in her blood, blew the tears from cheeks and dried her eyes. The steel on her shoulders, silver, shining steel, heavy like death, heavy like the grief nestled under her chest and in her belly, it pushed against her lungs, it hurt when she took a breath. Yet what was the pain other than a motivation?

High over the rivers, green grass and blue waters, carved like an angry god had taken a knife to the lands. How much blood has tainted the water of the trident? Helaena had found herself wondering. Much, certainly, though there would still be more to come.

The woman sniffed and violet eyes grazed the skies again. He had to be here, somewhere. Far below her, near several miles below, a brown dragon flew, surveying the lands, as if searching for something, or perhaps someone. Helaena sighed, it was not the dragon nor rider she was searching for. Absentmindedly, she pulled the reins and whispered to Dreamfyre, an order to fly high and steer clear of the other enemy rider. It was not the conflict she was after.

The pressure on her lungs returned with another breath, the chainmail clinked as she shifted her weight in the saddle. She squinted and felt that familiar burning rage and blue grief, flowing like waves, a thundering storm inside of her. Lightning struck each of her nerves and violet eyes searched through the sky and clouds for a bloom of crimson.

'Twas no revenge, no eye for an eye, nor son for son. It was blood. It was death for the sake of it, that sweet boy she had carried, had birthed, had cherished did not deserve that. That man, that monster, who had held the blade to her throat. The other that had held her precious daughter. The one responsible for it would die. Be it today, or tomorrow. He'd not survive the week. He'd not live long enough to harm another.

"Choose. Choose!" He had screamed, the other jeered almost gleefully. The edge of his knife had kissed her throat.

Too close, too loud, too much. Not her boys, not her girl, not her. "Choose!" The rat-catcher and the sellsword had cried, Helaena remembered crying. Tears salting the stone of the castle. Had it always thirsted for blood as so? Death, death, death, the crow faced god cloaked in shadow cawed, hauntingly.

"Stop, stop," she had shouted. "Stop!" Yet they did not, not until the sellsword had deemed her overcome by grief, mad enough, weak enough to drop the blade from her neck.

Her limbs had felt weightless, boneless, a flop of fabric and skin on the stone floor. He had moved to threaten the squalling babe in the cradle. "Take me, kill me. Not him, not my son, don't you touch him! Not any of them, please, not my Maelor!"

The sellsword had laughed, yet it sounded more like a howl. A feral dog. A blood thirsty hound. "You have named one, then."

Violet eyes had stared on in horror. Her throat had ached - had she been screaming? Why had no one come? Where were the guards? Where was her mother? Or her brothers or her husband?

More tears had bubbled in her eyes, blurring her vision. Her lips wobbled and throat bobbed. Helaena remembered the back of her hand, reached out desperately, as if she could summon the foul blade from the sellsword's hand with some unknowable power. Yet it did not happen.

If she had strained her ears, there was a high howl that sounded like Shrykos. A croaky caterwaul of Morghul. The deep, haunting, angry bellow of Dreamfyre. She could still hear their calls now, along with the crying children.

Death was never pretty, in the few deaths she had been forced to watch, she had always looked away. A delicate lady with delicate sensibilities, a gentle and good woman, she had been told. Quiet and prone to melancholy, but good, a clement Queen, her mother had said as she'd laid her crown upon her head and kissed her cheeks.

She had made Aegon and the war council agree send their half sister terms of peace, she had made them all agree to leave Rhaenyra's title and let the woman and her kin keep Dragonstone, yet what had she received in turn? Death.

The gods had warned her, she had warned them all, ever since she could speak, from the moment she could process more than grief. Yet no one listened, they never did. Close an eye, a dance, a war, the death of the dragons.

Each divine message wrapped in riddles and the visions covered in a haze like layers of chiffon, faces and features warped into unrecognisable humanoid blobs. The death of her son, slaughtered like an animal, by some foul, cruel butcher and rat-catcher.

Not her Maelor, though. Not the babe, not the one that foul creature had tricked into her not her sweet daughter either, brave little Jaehaera, stony-faced and catatonic at the sight before her, frozen as she had been since the rat-catcher had threatened what the sellsword -a man so callously named as Blood- would do to the little girl if she did not hurry and make her choice. An eye for an eye, a son for a son. Debts never paid and twisted.

Yet the look in the little girl's eyes was as if the whole earth had shattered. Helaena couldn't find it within her to bring up his face inside of her memory, not when he was smiling an laughing, not when he had died scared and screaming. Face so cruelly contorted by fear. His little body, those little lilac eyes, lifeless and everything, so so red. Four namedays old. Bloody and haunted. Her first, her boy, named for the Old King, only he would now never grow old, spiders would find their homes where her eldest son had once been.

Perhaps once upon a time, they had taken her warnings. Perhaps it would have been peace. Perhaps if the rot had been cut off before it touched the entire tree. Before the blood seeped into the water and found it's way into the wine. Before the flies feasted upon them all, before crows and buzzards picked their bones dry. She had warned them. Yet the seeds of war had long been sewn, crime unpunished and far from forgotten.

Hadn't her mother and half-sister found peace before Viserys had died? Put down their poisons before it tainted the roots anymore. The woman bit the inside of her cheek, hard enough to draw blood. The taste of iron filled her mouth as the liquid kissed her tongue.

It was foolish to believe that it was enough to stop the ever-growing rot. To expect the scorpion wouldn't sting. It was all the thing knew how to do, all her half-sister's attack dog knew how to do. No matter how gently one handled a creature, it would still bite. But the scorpion had stung the wrong frog, for whilst the grief had confined her, melancholy and guilt twisting her mind into a prison, it had put her upon the window ledge more than once swaying and staring down at the long drop, the spikes at the bottom of the pit.

The anger had found her a way to break free. Anger, righteous and shrewd and vicious, burning like wildfire in her belly. A dragon. A monster taking over where she had once been human, ready to avenge her son, her people, her Hightower uncles and cousins, the families of her ladies and the soldiers that had died for their cause, the smallfolk that starved along with them and suffered at their hands. The lost Shrykos. For her living children, for Jaehaera and Maelor, for her mother and brothers.

Daemon Targaryen would befall the fate of all mad, rabid dogs. The frog would drown the scorpion before it could sting again. She'd cut as many of the rotted limbs from the tree as she could, herself, or she'd die trying.

The beat of Dreamfyre's wings was as soothing as it could be. Like the drums of war. Sure and steady, like the sun rising in the east and setting in the west. Like Sunfyre glimmering gold and platinum and rose, like the light of the Hightower, like the will of the gods. The wingbeats were thumps of a thunderous heart. A lilting lullaby from the only other creature who truly understood her pain, her fury - who knew her better than anyone else did and likely ever would. A gentle giant and an apt listener-. Dreamfyre was certain, she'd ne'er fail her, heart and soul and strength and innocence, grief and mourning. Dreamfyre knew it all. She is as much me as I am myself. She thought.

Her mouth grew dry as the dot in the distance drew ever closer. Dreamfyre rose higher and higher, the air growing thinner and colder. The red dragon and rider had not spotted them yet, and if the gods had woven the tapestry of fate in her favour, he would not until it was too late. Jaehaerys was dead. She was not.

He was dead. She was not, yet a part of her had died with him, a hole in her heart and an aching web of guilt that made it almost impossible to look at Maelor and Jaehaera, unable to meet her mother's gaze nor stomach being in the same room as her brothers for longer than a moment. Would he have grown to look like them? Aegon's messy waves, Aemond's eyes? Daeron's mannerisms? Would he still have her smile? Maybe the gods could reveal it, in another dream.

Another dream, an omen, a wish, a warning - If she lived long enough to dream again. Fire for fire, blood for blood. Like the fear that haunted her mind. Like the words and riddles whispered by some ancient power. Like their house words. Helaena took another breath, deep and slow. There was a change in the air. It smelt of sulphur and fire and rot. A shadow of a beast as large as her own appeared in the distance. Red and lanky, fierce and unfathomable. Near the size of Vhagar and mighty.

Another breath, perhaps soon to be her last. The weight of the shining silver pauldrons unfamiliar and frightening, yet it kept her grounded. A hand rubbed the pale blue and violet and silver scales, they were hot like a fire, warming and electric against the cold.

The deep green of the singular jewel around her neck. The blade at her hip, unused and untainted. Steel shiny and fresh forged and sharp The golden dragon she had stitched herself marked the hem of the blue-green-black tunic beneath the silver ringmail. Blooming gold and yellow like a bruise. The gods caressed her face, cloud-forged fingers raking through her hair, smoothing braids and tangling through the rest that draped loosely over her back and flowed behind her.

Dreamfyre unleashed a low croon, a growl deep and haunting. Musical, tragic like the songs, tragic like the saints. Fingers dug into the tangle of leather reins and rope, "Gentle mother, font of mercy."

The dragon crooned again as if she was singing along with her. Blood thumped in her ears. Dreamfyre's sapphire spines twisted in the winds, sky and silver membranes like the sails on a ship. Seven hells hath no fury like a mother protecting her children, nor the Fourteen Flames mimic the song of vengeance, cold like ice, burning like fire inside of her heart. Aegon had taken care of the rats, and soon enough, the White Worm would be dead too. She'd show Daemon the true meaning of their house words. Fire for fire, blood for blood.

As her violet eyes befell the form of Caraxes, soaring over the Riverlands, crimson and copper. Flown far enough from where he had split from the skinny brown dragon's side. She strained her eyes to glare at the form of black leather and onyx armour. If this was to be her death, so be it. A fall from the sky, to spikes or to earth, burned like her husband had been, it didn't matter. So long as he was gone. Until he faced punishment for the death he ordered.

Helaena called out in Valyrian, leather and chainmail covered chest pressed into the front of the saddle and reins bound tight around her hands. Strands of silver-gold-moonglow hair flying free of the braids she had woven that very morning. The same braids her mother had taught her all those years ago.

Dreamfyre dove. Soaring swiftly despite her size, the scream of the wind in her ears and against the dragon's mighty wings. As they drew closer, faster and faster and faster. If this was the day of her death, she'd face it with a stiff lip. No return, no return, no reason. She had come this far. Regardless, fear coiled in her belly like a viper ready to strike. Death would always be scary, a stranger, a crow cloaked in shadows with leathery wings like a bat, claws like a dragon and the shape of a tall, thin man lingered in the dark corners of her vision, the Stranger - ready to lead them to the world beyond.

She was not ready to face Jaehaerys. The little boy whose body was butchered and head hacked off by a half-blunt blade - Helaena didn't think she could ever be.. Yet, at the very least, the gods would pass their judgment upon his killers. Pass judgement upon Daemon Targaryen and his band of rabid hounds and scorpions. Death, death! The Stranger crowed through the wind.

The Mother's hymn found its way past her lips and into the wind. Flies and spiders and birds. She pleaded for the Warrior's strength, for the Maiden's goodness and the Father's justice. Fire in her blood, rage belly and thunder in her heart, the gods whispered something soft into her ear. Not a riddle, not a vision nor prophesy. Dreamfyre roared. Fire reigned o'er the back of the crimson beast, mighty dragons of blue and red danced.

[arsenicflame]

getting real worried about this one lads

[dollypopup]

y'all can all cancel me (again) for this, but if there's even a SHRED of 'who should I pick?' from Penelope in season 3, I am tuning out SO fast because like. . .sorry not sorry, there IS no choice. Debling is some crusty OC suitor she barely even knows and Colin is a man who she has been so supposedly in love with to the point where she'd ruin her entire family's reputation to have a potential love story with him. Penelope and Colin have background, years of knowing each other, intimacy that few people in the Ton can boast of having (letters, conversations about purpose, fights and arguments and makeups) and her and Debling have. . .a dance or two at a ball because he's a rebound for Penelope's broken heart. he means nothing. he has no nuance, he has no weight to the story, he is such an afterthought to me. either I wanna see Penelope going 'you know what? I don't even LIKE this dude. he's. . .fine, but I don't care about him even a shred as much as I care about Colin' or the INSTANT Colin's like 'you know what? we should get married' if it's not an immediate 'say less, you're already my husband, try returning me without the receipt, Debling whomst?' then I don't want it!

like. . .it's just so frustrating to see all the 'I hope Debling sweeps her off her feet and she rejects Colin's proposal and she makes him work for it and and and-' nonsense from the fandom and it's always tagged and no matter how many times I block it, it just keeps popping up. I go into the Polin tag for POLIN. I don't give a SHIT about a male love interest other than Colin. Not one. Not a shred. Not an iota.

and also. . .Debling has the 'benefit' of not having depth, or character traits, or HISTORY, so peeps can project onto him however they want, but I'm calling it now, there is NOTHING he could do or be that would make me like him more than Colin. Colin will always hit different, and I will always love him more. and if Pen's not on that same page? lol bye

you want me to believe Penelope and Colin are soulmates and it's romance for her to hem and haw about how difficult a decision it is for her to marry a stranger who knows barely anything about her. . .

when Marina was out here dropping banger lines like 'You were the only man with which I could see myself being happy' and 'I do not care about any of these men, where is Colin?'? like hello??? and she wasn't even fully in love with him!!!! but we'll demonize her until the cows come home in our fandom and make her the villain in Polin's love story for DARING to get in between Polin, yet Debling, a white man, is a darling dear perfect prince for getting in between Polin? existing in our fandom solely so Penelope can be like 'lol, Colin ain't shit, let me entertain any and everyone else'?

if that's the direction it goes then, ten toes down and on my mama, she doesn't deserve Colin and she can move because I'm on my way to court him my damn self

and that's that on that

[bulbabutt]

so heres how the fuck you beat the shredder

[livelybook]

Where can I find a viciously determined woman who'd make terrible terrified men sob to an inch of their lives when they find that they can't handle her

[plantsjustwannahavefun]

I am once again begging Ed stans to understand that it's possible to love Ed and believe he deserves love AND also admit that he mistreated and tormented the crew during the Kraken era. Not only is this possible, this is the position the show wants you to have. You think Izzy deserved everything he got? Fine, whatever, forget about him for a minute. There's a whole crew in there you're supposed to empathise with and feel sympathy for, too. The six of them that Ed actively tried to kill or left for dead, for starters. Pay attention to the crew's experiences and reactions. They're shown to be traumatised, grieving, clinging to disassociation (Frenchie) and nihilism (Archie) as coping mechanisms and suffering from PTSD flashbacks. And, since this type of fans constantly go on about how it's racist to think Ed did anything wrong... what about the fact that a lot of the crew are PoC too? What then?

If you've watched the first 3 episodes of S2 and there was only one person on that ship you felt sorry for, then you're not a fan of OFMD, you're just a fan of Ed in isolation. And if the only way you can love Ed is by denying that he ever did anything wrong, then you're completely missing the point of the show. OFMD never said that people only deserve to be loved if they're morally perfect and flawless. The show doesn't subscribe to the dichotomy of Good vs Bad. Good people can do bad things. They can hurt the ones they love. Even if they didn't mean to, even if they themselves were suffering at the time, it doesn't mean they don't need to take responsibility for their actions or avoid the consequences. Stede didn't mean to hurt Mary and his kids when he left, but he still did. He had legitimate reasons for leaving, he didn't just do it for the lolz, but it was still wrong and Mary was right to be angry at him. And Stede needed to face up to this - not just for their sake but his too. Even though it turned out their lives were better off without him, reconciling with Mary was still crucial for his character development.

It was the same for Ed, it just didn't get handled quite as well due to lack of screentime, but the idea was the same. When Ed realises he'd been cruel to Fang and apologises, he isn't sinking into self-hatred and despair. Quite the contrary, this is a moment of growth for him. Because the fact is, just because you as a human being are inherently worthy of love doesn't mean you can go around hurting everyone and expecting them to put up with you. That's just not how it works. You don't need to be perfect, but you do need to listen to people when they tell you that you hurt them and apologise genuinely and try to be better. The show is very sympathetic to Ed but it does NOT excuse his actions. The crew aren't portrayed as villains or antagonists for being scared and angry at Ed for what he did to them. Even Stede was on their side with this one. If even Stede is able to see things from the crew's POV and have sympathy for them, then you should too. Stede doesn't love Ed because he sees Ed as a pure uwu angel. He loves Ed... because he just does. He loves being around him. They really click together. They have so much in common. That doesn't mean he approves of literally everything Ed has ever done. It just means he loves Ed despite that.

[azurecanary]

Rewatching Revenge of the Sith and i am so with Mace in this movie

For one, he straight up is about to throw a tantrum in the Council chambers, he is literally hopeless without his codependencies present (Obi-Wan, Padmé, and Ahsoka) and cannot think clearly about any of them

And then there's the whole genocide bit

[skeletood]

Here were the final attacks from this year's art fight for @bumblebeesap @sunflowerseed19 and @icarianarts

These were so fun :] thanks again for the attacks guys

[thetimelordbatgirl]

...So uh, basically bootleg Suicide Squad featuring not even a comic's accurate team but instead, just random characters picked randomly from throughout the MCU, including even character's that make zero fucking sense to be on the team???

[antianakin]

I think it's so funny that people point to the "his fate will be the same as ours" moment as proof that if Obi-Wan had been in the room with Anakin when Anakin has to choose whether to be evil or not, Obi-Wan could've convinced him away from it.

Except that this discounts something very important which is that PADME'S LIFE ISN'T AT STAKE IN THAT MOMENT.

Obi-Wan's life might be more important to Anakin than Palpatine's, but it is not and never will be more important than PADME'S life. It would NOT have mattered if Obi-Wan had been standing in Palpatine's office with Mace and Anakin, Anakin would've chosen to side with Palpatine in order to save Padme regardless, every time.

(It might've helped just in the sense that Obi-Wan could engage Anakin in battle and distract him long enough for Mace to kill Palpatine, but that's not the same thing)

[treesofgreen]

Something something David Jenkins says piracy is queer life something something Izzy is the one most hung up on being pirates and not talent show participants something something Izzy is in fact the queerest character in the show and is trying to save Ed from the heteronormative relationship and lifestyle Stede is presenting as superior (you know since we're just making shit up).