My favorite part of watching Doc's episode today is how clear it is that he finds the whole situation incredibly funny but is trying to hide it.
He went through the pile of gifts, ignoring the building blocks of course, and was amused by all the Scarland food and merch. He tried on the Jellie ears and showed them off in F5 mode, which was extremely cute, and then quickly took them off and reminded everyone that he was still Big Mad and Out For Revenge.
Then he gave a blow-by-blow account of how Scar and Grian destroyed the tunnel borer from their videos. He explained what they'd done and gave a detailed account of Grian's screaming and their horrified silence. He was practically laughing aloud at how the pair had been tripping over themselves to get away. Then he sort of cleared his throat and reminded us all that he was still Big Mad and Out For Revenge.
And then, after discussing his anvil cannon and the TNT-spewing mecha-goat all episode as potential tools of vengeance, in the end Doc decided to flex his baffling redstone skills to do something impossible to Grian's nether portal instead of blowing anything up. 100% True GOAT behavior right here.
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This week's Moby Dick:
Chapter 2: Ishmael pontificates on his shoes, barges into a black church in the middle of a sermon and goes 'well I'm not the weird one here I'm white' and finds a crummy old inn
Chapter 3: Ishmael proves himself an irresistible target for trolling to innkeepers. Continues to pontificate in ways that makes you wonder why more people aren't punching him. There is possibly the most convoluted slow burn instance of There Was Only One Bed I've ever seen
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He's back, he's back, he's back!!! I didn't think this day would ever come! 😭
He's back!
I wonder how he'll come say hello. Also I wonder if since it's the discharge date he still has to go into the office one last time, lol.
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at some point i will figure out how to write the post-canon, post-empire edelgard autonomy fic of my dreams. it just feels like a very big task and maybe like with playing the dane, i’m simply not old and traumatized enough to manage it yet.
but my vision is thus: it’s set years (realistically, decades) after the end of crimson flower, when everything has gone as right as it can possibly go. fódlan is thriving. the social reforms have taken effect. the nobility system is nearly eliminated, if not entirely so, with titles made merely symbolic. social mobility, welfare, and prosperity are high. there’s an explosion in arts and culture and technology. brigid and duscur have gained independence; relations with sreng and almyra are much improved; heck, maybe they've even figured it out with dagda. in my most idealistic version, leicester and faerghus would eventually be ceded back to become autonomous regions, essentially disbanding the adrestian empire. rule is no longer hereditary, but merit-based. there's a roadmap for the future, and everything is on track—and more than that, people at all points on the power spectrum have already seen it bear fruit. with or without edelgard, it will be pursued. there's buy-in. they believe.
of course, it's not perfect—nothing can be—but edelgard's vision has been fulfilled. the people are empowered. humanity is free. fódlan has healed.
and somehow, she's had enough time to resolve her goals outside of politics, too. those who slither in the dark have been eradicated. edelgard and lysithea's second crests have been successfully removed, allowing them to live if not full lives, then substantially longer ones than they would have with their twin crests intact. who knows—maybe she finally gets around to having that wedding.
point for point, every item listed in edelgard's manifesto has been checked off. the ghosts of her past have been laid to rest. she can finally take off her crown. she can finally pursue the quiet, humble life she's wanted for so long. she can finally breathe.
... but can she?
edelgard is nothing if not driven. her intelligence, vision, and sheer willpower allowed her to plan and execute a revolution against two countries and the most powerful institution on the continent, all while she was still a teenager. as royalty, her life was never truly hers even before she became heir to the adrestian throne, with all the additional baggage of survivor's guilt and the desire for vengeance and her need to ensure nothing that happened to her can ever happen to anyone else, ever again.
so what happens when that drive has no outlet? what happens when someone who has been constantly in motion, constantly working and planning and preparing every spare second of every day since she was fourteen years old, suddenly has to stand still? what happens when someone whose hands have been bound for so long—first literally in the dungeons of enbarr, then by the weight and responsibilities of her crown—is set free?
being edelgard, she would step away from the throne, no matter how hard it was for her to give up control. she's always been focused on the endgame, and she knows that if she doesn't let go, she'll be setting the wrong tone for fódlan's future. she's too devoted to that endgame to cling to power much longer than she needs to, though i could see her making some excuses and trying to iron out just a few more things to buy herself some more time to mentally prepare before she's done for good.
but who would she be then? who is the woman without the crown? what becomes of a machine once it is no longer needed, when it has made itself obsolete? what about when that machine is a person with legs and arms and an innate unwillingness to gather dust on a shelf?
what happens when you get everything you want? what happens when all your wanting has been for others to thrive, and now you have to want only for yourself? how do you discover who you are when you've spent decades being everything for everyone else? how do you find meaning again? how do you find purpose?
after a lifetime of devotion and passion and movement, how do you learn to sit with yourself, and be quiet, and be still?
gosh, i would love to meet her. i would love to pick her brain. but boy, i do not envy the work that girl has to do.
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There really isn't anyone who has quite the range, the dexterity, the dramatique, the complexity that Belos does.
Mans goes from funky child with the 'tism, to racist(er) Hamilton, to Jack the Ripper, to warcrimes mcgee cult upstart, to Dark Souls/Hollow Knight boss, to Bloodborne boss, to SCP #682, and now Macbeth the body snatcher.
Who else in mainstream media has the audacity, the sheer balls to have so many different vibes mr. genocidal goop has.
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This picture is my phone background and it makes me smile every time I see him.
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I may someday be "Mother of the Evil Overlord" and I'm ok with that.
I have to say… it's both humbling and a source of pride that my child is so freaking smart and funny.
So we ALL know I'm very vocal about idiots on the road. And they were out in force today. We saw four in just a two mile span on the freeway, and after pointing out what each one was doing wrong, I was like "Holy crap, it's just a day for morons, isn't it?"
And kiddo in the back says "It is! April 24th shall now be the Day of Morons!" (You could actually hear the capital letters.)
My response was "Ooooh. 4/24/24. Four two four two four! That's a cool date! I should commemorate it by creating something."
Instantly he comes back with "A cake! And make sure that you write Moron on in it big letters!" and then there's a pause before "oooooh and make sure it's made of fudge for the MFers cuz I can't say the real word but we all know what fudge stands for!"
If he's this funny and quick with comebacks and ideas at 7, I'm SO doomed the older he gets. <3
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