it shouldn’t be glossed over just how empathetic Joel is. he expressed empathy towards Ellie given her dire case of being a child within the confines of a cruel, unforgiving-apocalyptic world that supplants what should have been a habitual childhood for her. he offered an apology for scolding Henry and calling him a rat without initially reconciling the benign intentions behind his actions. he pleaded for the elderly sniper on the outskirts of kansas city to put down the rifle so he didn’t have to kill him. it all accentuates just how against his nature he must be to survive in this world. he can’t always spare people, he can’t always shed sympathy. but he wishes he could, and even on occasion tries. it’s the very context he once stooped to the level of the hunters in his past that makes this point pang all the more. he isn’t apathetic. he isn’t exclusively selfish. he isn’t rigid. he is open-ended. Joel is more than a hammer that sees all problems as a nail to be forcefully struck without finesse. He values compassion and preserving life, and any ultimatum that cements the opposite only elicits a last resort of violence and numbness. the silver lining is more desirable than conforming to cruelty
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I understand being upset by the moonpaw dog post but i dont think talking about some random teen publicly (on a pretty big fandom blog) as opposed to like, dming them about it, is a very nice thing to do? Would recommend keeping that kinda gossip in dms going forward personally.
??????? "That kinda gossip???"
Saying that it's fucked up that a publicly posted incest joke about how deformed she should look went to the top of the Warrior Cats and Moonpaw tags, is gossip???
TRENDING TAGS?? GOSSIP?
I'm not talking about "some random teen," I have not even dropped a username and been VERY clear I don't want harassment of anyone. During this discussion about wider ableism against Moonpaw, I've directly answered two anons about the contents of a post that was/IS extremely popular to the tune of nearly a thousand notes.
One of those two asks was an anon who only stumbled in to say that the post was funny in a display of SHOCKING tonedeafness, while I was talking about how shitty it is to compare people who are the products of incest to unethical dog breeds, especially in the context of WC. The other was an actual XX/XY chimera who expressed that the extremely popular post hurt their feelings, and when they tried to express discomfort to someone, got told they "probably killed their twin in the womb."
It's not just one rando weenie little blog the minute half of the Tumblr space is openly laughing at a joke about deformed incest kids and hoping Moonpaw dies because she's so "gross." Not nice?? Your feelings are hurt? OTHER people's feelings were ALREADY hurt.
NOTHING about this was "nice" to begin with!
Difference is, when YOU cry me a river, you can build me a bridge, and get right the fuck over it. A person who's the product of incest cries and has to go right back to every shitty banjo-hunchback-hapsburg joke they've heard before, just feeling more unsafe about a space that PRETENDS to care about the abuse they experienced. If you feel guilty about that, maybe you should!
If you were under the impression I was ever "nice" about bigotry, you were mistaken. I don't appreciate calls for ME to be more polite when I'm at a trend of fandom ableism and calling it fucked up. I've named NO names. Sounds like what you ACTUALLY want is for people like me who have a platform to shut up.
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“Have you ever noticed that TV characters are only ever sick for one day?”
Misty paused in blowing her nose to raise an eyebrow at Ash’s random comment. “What?”
“Okay, so on TV, if a character is sick, and the plot of the episode is that the character is sick, they’re only ever sick for one day. That doesn’t happen if real life. If you get sick—” he gestured to himself and Misty, “you’re usually sick for at least a few days.”
Misty had woken up the other morning feeling rather under the weather, which she told Ash when he invited her to his house in Pallet where he would be for a few days between adventures.
Upon hearing this, Mrs. Ketchum, the absolute angel of a women, decided to whip up some of her famous vegetable noodle soup for Misty, and Ash, being his normal kind, yet dimwitted, self, decided to not only hand deliver it, but stick around and help her reheat it, eat it, and clean up.
And of course, woke up the next morning sick himself.
As soon as she heard, Delia all but demanded they both to come back to Pallet so she could take care of them, and never one to deny her anything, really, Misty closed the Gym for the weekend to travel with Ash on Charizard to Pallet Town and get nursed back to health by his saint of a mother.
They were laying on the couch together now, a head on each end and their feet all tangled and in each other’s way in the middle, rotting in front of the TV and making sure to keep themselves hydrated, when Ash decided to start saying his wackadoo thoughts out loud, to her ever growing confusion and amusement.
“Ash, what are you even talking about?” she sighed, but Ash was apparently not going to let this one go.
“You never just get sick for just a day!” he insisted again. “Name one illness that gets you sick for only one day.”
Misty pursed her lips, sniffed, and then snapped her fingers is triumph and stated simply, “Twenty-four hour flu.”
Ash’s face fell before scrunching into disbelief. “That’s not a real thing.”
“Yes it is,” Misty scoffed, but Ash just shook his head.
“No way. It’s just been made up for TV to make stupid sick character plots work.”
“Ash,” Misty groaned, though she had to admit she was amused more than anything. “Are you insane?”
“No!” he cried, causing himself to cough, but he cleared his throat and continued. “No, it’s totally made up! Like Pokérus.”
“Pokérus is absolutely real, you lunatic!” she exclaimed, laughing. “My starmie caught it once!”
“It is not! There was this guy standing outside’ve a Pokemon Center in Unova that was yelling about it! He had pamphlets!”
“Nooo, Ash!” she shrieked again, practically in tears from her laughter. “Do not listen to people yelling outside of Pokemon Centers! Oh my god!”
In the kitchen, Delia just smiled fondly at the ruckus and poured two more hot mugs of tea.
At least they appeared to be feeling better.
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