#broodingisms

[lovely-oh-so-lovelyyui]

I'm the only one who feel so many Shuu vibes?!)Hair,tired eyes, face in general!

Oh yeah!

I can definitely see it, the effortlessly tousled hair but it still looks so soft and bouncy the more you look at it the more you can see the resemblance within his face. I like the straightness of his brows and the broodingness of his gaze but it softens up with the delicate eye bags. I’ve always thought even with the amount of sleep he gets his nightmares would definitely cause eyebags but his face structure is still very regal with the brows and cheekbones. Also love the idea of him having moles and maybe sharing them with his ma but they’re so discreet compared to Laito; like one’s hidden under chin, another on his forehead hidden under his hair and one at the end of his temple hidden by his eyebrows. They follow onto his body just moles here and there and the eerily straight line of three moles down the curve of his spine.

[kilignosis]

we get backstory upon backstory between them bc this is a kdrama, but they don’t need it bc in present time it’s already v clear why he likes her, and it’s that he sees in her qualities he wants for himself.

soo hyeong was told to live a normal life but he doesn’t know how to do that, and here is hyeong jin inserting herself into his life, asking questions, dragging him places and calling him out on his dark broodingness. and she’s so empathetic and goes out of her way to connect with people, and we get to see him see that and want to be like her. she goes so far as to say she’s disappointed that they don’t share the same desire to help underdogs, but they do. and she’s like that but she’s no MPDG, she’s not quirky, she’s not a sunshine to his darkness or whatever, she’s just very human.

[thessalian]

Thess vs The Witcher

Finally finished The Witcher. I have to admit that I enjoyed that way, way more than I expected to. So, some points:

Yeah, okay, some of the timeline stuff was a little tricky to figure out, but honestly? I read The Handmaid’s Tale when I was 12 or so - my mother insisted that I do so because she wanted to take me to the movie version when it first came out and she wanted to make sure I had the book for a reference point. Note for those who haven’t read the book and mostly know it from the TV series: The Handmaid’s Tale skips around in time a lot. Let’s just say I got used to unconventional timelines in fiction early, to the point where I actually used the device in one of the better fics I’ve written. Didn’t cause me any problems.

I didn’t agree with Yennefer’s actions all the time, and I was never entirely sure whether I liked her, but that’s actually good. I always feel better when I have a complex emotional response to a character because I’m like that with people all the time. Better than liking her, I understood her. That feels rarer for women in fiction than I generally like. She was offered a lot of choices, and none of them in and of themselves were going to make her happy; the ones that were sold to her as the only way out weren’t but a shunned and abused small-town girl wouldn’t be able to see that, and the ones that she discovered later wouldn’t have been open to her unless she took the steps that shut at least one of those doors (read: a child) for good. And given the number of times ‘happiness’ or at least ‘contentment’ have turned out to have been lies at the root, it’s small wonder she flinches at it now. So it’ll be interesting to see where that goes, assuming her survival and a second season.

Jaskier ... yeah, okay, he was funny. Not entirely sure I saw the point of him beyond a foil to humanise Geralt, though. I wanted to see more from him than what we got - him as a person, not him as a legend or a MacGuffin. But the one thing we really saw of Jaskier was ... well, the last; the reaction to the final ‘fuck off’. Sorry, dude - you’re a sweetie to a point, but you really need to learn when to shut the fuck up. I did like that, I have to admit, though I could see where it was framed as Geralt’s mistake; a lot of media teaches us to either laugh at people who can’t see where they’re stepping over boundaries or to endure them without saying anything because they can’t necessarily help being unable to read social cues. Just ... Jaskier never examined his behaviour, never apologised for clearly going too far at times, never tried because his needs were more important in his mind than Geralt’s comfort. So in the end he finally sees that his actions, no matter how much he didn’t mean them that way, have consequences. Ideally I’d like to see that built upon in a second season, because I have no doubt he’s going to come back.

Ciri ... I don’t know what to make of Ciri yet. Up until now she’s been largely reactive - which is entirely understandable given the nature of the plot. Now, though ... well, it’ll be interesting to see what becomes of the dropped hints and obvious hooks.

Geralt, though ... a lot has been said about Geralt, and most of it’s positive, and I agree with most of it. He is Dark Man of Broodingness but without the obvious framing it as a matter of sex appeal - not that he doesn’t have sex appeal, but it’s not framed as that being something he takes advantage of the way a lot of male protagonists do. Most Dark Men of Broodingness will avail themselves of the willing women who throw themselves at him as a matter of course; Geralt just kind of ignores most of it, honestly preferring to get what sexual R&R he desires by paying for it than having a girl in every town, so to speak. This makes his moments with Renfri and Yennefer more powerful, because it adds weight to his genuine concern about someone getting under his armour in the metaphorical sense as well as the literal. Cavill gives wonderful Reluctant Hero; he really truly wants it to be all about the coin, and is generally angry with himself when he lets his conscience get the better of him ... and finding out where that particular bit of conscience comes from is all the more of a gut-punch as a result.

I won’t say I entirely understand the politics, but I like how they’re presented. It’s clear that Nilfgaard is being framed as the Big Bad here, but Cintra doesn’t honestly present as much better. Nor Temeria, nor ... well, frankly, anywhere else. The big difference is scale; it’s pretty clear that Nilfgaard wants to take over everything, whereas most of the smaller nations are more than happy to have mutually beneficial business arrangements with other nations so long as they appear to have the upper hand. It’s a good, nuanced view that keeps an audience guessing right up until Nilfgaard’s intentions become clearer; good a way as any to maintain multiple levels of cliffhanger.

A few interesting bits of trivia relating to the actors involved:

Star Wars fans who have watched this (waving at @hyperewok1 in particular here but also @true0neutral in at least one case) will recognise Stregobor’s voice, possibly - that would be Lars Mikkelsen, or Thrawn from Star Wars: Rebels. Also, Mimi Ndiweni, who played Fringilla, was one of the resistance officers in Star Wars: The Rise of Skywalker.

One of the main cast actually did a voice for one of the Witcher games: MyAnna Buring, or Tissaia de Vries, did the voice of Anna Henrietta in The Witcher 3: Blood Hunt - Blood and Wine.

I knew Queen Calanthe looked familiar - Jodhi May played Mag the Frog in that Cersei flashback in Game of Thrones S5, ep 1.

Anna Shaffer - Triss Merigold - was also Romilda Vane in the last three Harry Potter movies (the ones I didn’t see, and having missed her is about the only reason I regret that, I admit).

I have never seen this many Europeans in a show that’s marketed so heavily to Americans in my life - not outside of BBC productions that have hit ‘mainstream popularity’, anyway, at which point it’s mostly British. Most of the actors I’ve seen in the main cast who aren’t English are Icelandic, Danish, Polish and Swedish; outside of Europe, there’s like ... two from Australia and one from New Zealand. The sole identified American (Jordan Renzo, who was in like one episode and died first) is British-born. This gives me the warm fuzzies.

Most of the British actors have either been in Doctor Who or one of its spin-offs. Better than most of the British voice actors I’ve seen (whose careers tend to involve brief stint on the BBC lunchtime soap opera Doctors ... ironically enough).

Also, a lot of the British actors have had the predominance of their careers on the London stage. Which is nice; I like to think that people can actually make the jump to different media if they want to, instead of the usual Hollywood “Wait until the next Big Name comes along and then beat them into the ground” bullshit.

So there you go; that’s me on The Witcher. I have some consideration to do regarding what next - I have recommendations from a very trusted source but there’s three of them and they’re of very different genres so now I have to decide between Jessica Jones, Wynonna Earp, or Altered Carbon.

Also the show has kind of inspired me to actually try the game, which has been sitting in my Steam library for a very long time now

...AAAAAA.

[aces-reviews]

Oh God here we go

What a way to renew the old blog, eh friends? That’s right, it’s Ace’s Reviews, coming to you from our secret mountaintop fortress!

This time ‘round, we’re taking a harsh look at “Dracula in Love”, by John Shirley. That’s the cover, right up there!!

Let’s start with that cover. The tag line, the one above the title, the one that’s supposed to entice you to buy this book right goddamn now, states that this yarn is “more shocking than Interview with the Vampire and Dracula!”

Maury knows you lyin’

The only shocking thing about this book is how bad it is. How about some historical context?

See in the 70’s and 80’s, there was a boom for mass market horror paperbacks, and there were a LOT of them. One little sub genre was vampires. 1976 brought us Anne Rice’s ‘Interview with the Vampire’, a ferociously wonderful novel that gave us moody, soulful vampires who ruminated on their dark and lonely existences.

Enough about Louis, get to me.

It also gave us Lestat, and if you don’t know who he is, then welcome to the modern day, unfrozen caveman!

Anyway, Ms Rice’s lovely little novel touched off an explosion of vampire novels, all of them turning up the dials on handsomeness, broodingness, and sex.

‘Dracula in Love’ was, unfortunately, one of those novels.

Our main character is Vladimir Horescu, a computer design guy who gets a letter one day, from his dad. Guess who his dad is. Go on, guess!

Hint.

So this dude is Dracula’s son! This is shocking news!! Drac Daddy commands his son to meet him at a house that our protagonist grew up in for reasons that I don’t remember, because my brain is refusing and trying to resist. So our guy goes home to his Asian manservant and discovers his heroin-addict ex-wife is there. Later, he gets a visit from a mysterious dude in a yellow suit. Who could this be? Why none other than Lucifer himself!!

“You wish. Don’t drag me into this garbage fire!” —Lucifer, probably

Now this Lucifer isn’t the Devil. Oh, he’s A devil, but not THE Devil. Totally different guy. Also this one looks kinda like Santa Claus.

So Santa Banana tells our hero “I’m trynna kill Dracula, and my lady servant will be here tomorrow with some proof.” That proof is a letter from our hero’s old secret society colleague who, in an effort to become a real vampire—and I swear I’m not making any of this up—uses kung-fu and stage magic to become a vampire themed serial killer before being beset by REAL vampires and becoming one of them. The problem is that they’re all rotting zombie type vampires and not the sexy Lestat kind.

“It sucks to be someone. Guess what? It’s that guy.”—Lestat, probably

So more bullshit happens, and I don’t remember it because again, my brain is trying to save me, and then—HALFWAY THROUGH THE BOOK—we finally meet Dracula.

Now, I’d like you to picture Dracula. You pictured someone sexy, didn’t you? Was it Gary Oldman? Mm, I bet it was. Go ahead and soak that up a second. Yeah, that’s nice. You probably picked one of these dudes:

Yes, I’m aware that it’s old butt-hair Drac. No, I don’t care. Still sexy.

It’s quite something then, when Dracula shows up in this novel and is described as short and squat, cruel and brutal.

“Like me!”—Gimli, probably

He’s also dressed in the height of late 70’s fashion: it’s either a blue power-suit OR military fatigues with a leather trench coat. Look, just picture Gimli cosplaying as Rutger Hauer from ‘Blade Runner’ and you’re all set.

Now here’s where the novel really starts to suck, pun not intended. This mockery of written words doesn’t deserve puns.

It turns out that Dracula likes to force himself on women, and it makes other people do the same. Also, Dracula doesn’t have a regular dong, but a demon.

It turns out that Lucifer’s lady servant is actually Lucifer and after Dracula falls in love with her in the last fifth of the book there’s a weird sex-ish scene where Dracula...gets...he...

He crawls up inside her after she grows giant and then gets deported to another realm.

“BRUH.”—Riker, definitely

There’s an ending kind of, and it turns out the Asian manservant has God living in his head or something, but do you care? I don’t care. I don’t care, and neither should you.

Guys. I hate this book. I hate it so fucking much. It’s the worst book I’ve ever read. It’s worse than ‘Dean Koontz’s Frankenstein’, and that book is a war crime. It’s scientifically impossible to be worse than ‘Dean Koontz’s Frankenstein’, and yet somehow it happened. I crapped blood for four hours after I finished this book.

I’m asking you, on behalf of the Council of Sexy Draculas, to never read this book. I read it because I had to, for you, the people. But if someone ever says, “Hey man! I have here a novel that’s more shocking than Interview with the Vampire and Dracula!”, you need to duck, because they’re secretly behind you with an axe. That person outright hates you, and you should hate them back, because they’re trying to get you to read “Dracula in Love”.

“We are the Council of Sexy Draculas, and we approve this message.”—the Council of Sexy Draculas, probably

I came across this book in Grady Hendrix’s (no relation) book, “Paperbacks from Hell”, a fantastic read all about that paperback boom.

Tune in next time, where we’ll review one of the worst movies of all time!!

[peachfyzzy]

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     I knew there was absolutely no way that I would get out of the punk concert alive and with my ability to hear- but I went anyway. My body ached with sweat and the slightest bit of regret as I ran to keep up with the raging moshpit. There was nothing like dodging the occasional punch and jumping to chaotic, borderline eardrum breaking music to calm you down and express all your rage. I wore out my throat screaming along to the lyrics, pushing my tight curls from around my face. The leather I decide to wear stuck to my arms and stomach, and honestly- I wouldn’t have it any other way. Sometime around the Sex Pistols’ Problem, I spotted them. Two oddly dressed men (even for an underground concert), standing next to each other. I adjusted my glasses once, then twice, hoping I could get a better view. The taller one looked more apt to this sort of thing- all dark makeup and broodingness. The slightly smaller one was suave, way too pristine for the rust and dust of the mill where the concert was being held. Their faces were stony and determined, and I figured I shouldn’t go looking for any more trouble than I was already in.

     Closer to the end of the riot of a concert and in the middle of me destroying my vocal cords some more, an unexpected tap on the shoulder graced my shoulder. I whipped around, ready to be decked in the face. Instead, I was met eye to eye, (or rather eye to chest) with the taller goth male. I raised my eyebrow, analyzing his face. His sunset eyes were clouded with intoxication, and his words slurred. His face told me he thought I was someone completely different than I was. The man he came in with had a similar bob- and I had to wonder if that had anything to do with it. 

     “Bru-” His words were halted by the shorted man grabbing his shoulders and confirming that I was indeed, a random person. 

     “My apologies. You can call me Bruno. This is Abbacchio.” 

[itisallindarknessnow]

Idfk who the guy is but the broodingness is chefs kiss

I need more of this, yes please

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[lovepollution]

He seemed to offer all the things I was missing in Michael. All the...danger, all the broodingness, all the enigma...and he quoted Tennyson to me in the shop. [...] He looked me in the eye and he said, "I am half sick of shadows."

[thesinglesjukebox]

JASON ALDEAN - REARVIEW TOWN

[5.43]

Not, as you (your editor) may have feared (absolutely did fear), a butt pun...

Katherine St Asaph: Country continues to sound like alternative rock, and Jason Aldean now sounds like Staind, yarl replaced with twang. Savor the following sentence: Staind is an improvement. [7]

Thomas Inskeep: I love the conceit of a "rearview town," especially having grown up outside of a not-many-stoplights town of 5,000 in the Midwest. And this has a different tenor to it than most Aldean singles: it's kinda angry, kinda sad, definitely bitter, and altogether unhappy. It gets in, does its job, and is done within a bracing three minutes. I'm stunned this made it to #1 on the country airplay chart, but glad as well. The best single Aldean's released in years. [8]

Edward Okulicz: The guitars are nice, dense and foreboding, suggesting some serious country brooding and fury. Jason Aldean's lyrics, though, suggest weakness -- the second verse makes it clear that it's not really his choice to leave. The performance sides with the lyrics over the guitars. [4]

Isabel Cole: Something about the affect here isn't working for me. I like well enough the self-indulgent broodingness of the guitar, churning and wailing throughout, and the concept of a dual fuck-you farewell to a home too small and a heart too cold is solid enough; the pointless spite of flipping off a sign resonates. But all the drama feels high on intensity and low on meaning; it doesn't lean far enough into spite or heartbreak (or go anywhere near the nuance of spite covering heartbreak) to make either of them register. [4]

Joshua Minsoo Kim: The repetitious vocal melodies and the self-imposed, confined vocal range makes Aldean sound like he has a lot of pent-up anger. The final chorus isn't cathartic enough, though. That's perhaps the point--to express a seething bitterness that hasn't fully resolved--but "Rearview Town" ends up sounding more tedious than visceral. [4]

Joshua Lu: Jason Aldean's emotionless delivery guts "Rearview Town," and he forces its potentially somber depiction of the death of a small town into the backdrop of a vague torch song. Did he only realize this town sucked after he got dumped? [4]

Alfred Soto: The lyrics depicting the detritus of small-town life are nothing special. I'm here for the guitars: a steady rhythm lick and a riff as rueful and pissed as Jason Aldean's vocal. [7]

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need to focus on something else, change my brain channel because that’s how i survive after looking in the mirror

dont listen to this if you dont want your heart broken.  stupid broodingness https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JB7Klex3QQA

[ofepicism]

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    a shit ton. the one before this one was bloodyarmor.         and the one before that was broodingisms.

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thecrownedmartyr

There were databases for this kind of thing, where you put in when you started having the dreams, what eras they were from, any sort of details that might identify exactly when your soul had existed. She could do that, of course, but she knew that the likelihood of finding her soul mate on there, the person that had been matched with her for this life and every life before, was near to none. After all, the dreams had begun. That meant that they were coming...

But it had been almost two years, and she was starting to give up. Perhaps Lydia should have kept her life on pause, stayed in California, but she wanted more from this life than to just find her other half and live following them around. This was a new era, and she had likely done that many lifetimes over. No, for this time period, he would be the one to follow her around, following her whims and desires.

Boston was busy at this time of year, as she headed down the busy streets back towards her town house. Class had let out early for one reason or another, and she felt it in her bones... something was happening. Or going to happen. Her weary soul felt wearier for a moment, and then, almost complete. She had heard stories of people feeling their soulmate die like this, except, it was supposed to be the complete opposite... completeness, and then nothingness.

Her eyes flickered around... no. Besides, it wasn't like she would just know. She wouldn't just see someone and know. There was no magic spark, no fireworks. It could have been someone she had met a thousand times before... she wouldn't know they were her soulmate until they realized that their dreams were the same... she couldn't exactly go up to strangers and ask if they had been at the death of Thomas Cromwell...

"Holy hell, why does this soulmate thing have to be so difficult," she muttered to herself, letting out a sigh. She didn't want a soulmate. Didn't need a soulmate. Regardless of how empty and alone she felt.

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