Aldnoah Zero: why the hate for Slaine?

People hating on Slaine seem to take issue mainly with two things that Slaine did in episode 12, that being

  1. saving Saazbaum
  2. seemingly killing Inaho.

Considering that, despite what many may believe, Inaho is not the main character but a main character, and that Slaine is also such a character, I think it is valid we look at things from his perspective as well.

  • Why Slaine saved Saazbaum

To understand why Slaine saved Saazbaum, one has to at least try to understand the type of person Slaine is. Slaine is a Terran who grew up on Verse that was treated with contempt and abuse by everyone except for Asseylum, and as a result, he became so devoted to her that out of loyalty he would rather die a horrible death than betray her.

Slaine’s willingness to not only become a deserter to the Vers Empire but also fight alongside Terrans makes it clear that he does not stake is loyalty in nations but in people that are worthy of it, those being people that treat him with kindness and compassion, and of course Princess Asseylum was such a person. Asseylum was the first and only Martian to treat Slaine like a human being and he loved her because of it. Slaine’s loyalty to Asseylum has absolutely nothing to do with her royal background and everything to do with the kind of person she is.

Now, you might wonder why I would bring this up in relation to Saazbaum, the person responsible for the attempts on Asseylum’s life and who is most determined to end it.

Well, the funny thing about Saazbaum is that he is the only other Martian aside from Asseylum to have treated Slaine with some level of compassion. Yes, he wanted to kill Asseylum, and yes Slaine was aware of that, but Saazbaum also gave Slaine his freedom and opened up to him, explaining his motives and thus fostering a bond of mutual understanding if nothing else.

When it came to Asseylum, they both knew exactly where the other stood. There was no question where Slaine’s loyalties lay because they were and always would be with Asseylum.

It is important to understand that when Slaine came to Saazbaum’s rescue he did so on impulse. Princess Asseylum was nowhere to be seen. 

Slaine could only see Saazbaum and Orange, and out of the two, from Slaine’s perspective, only Orange had actively impeded his efforts in reuniting with Asseylum, only Orange had  tried to do him harm, and as far as he knew, Orange was simply using Asseylum.

And thus, with no princess in sight, only the man that gave him his freedom and treated with some level of respect, and Orange, who was his enemy no matter what the circumstance, Slaine chose to attack Orange.

It was a snap decision made in the heat of the moment out of some sense of misplaced sense of loyalty that he immediately came to regret.

It is easy to criticise and hating characters for making mistake, but we shouldn’t forget that these characters are meant to imitate real people, and real people make mistakes. We are all inherently flawed and imperfect and all make mistakes. It’s how we learn from these mistakes that matters.

  • Why Slaine shot Inaho

This one is a lot less difficult to understand. In fact, it’s pretty easy to once you look at it from Slaine’s perspective.

The first time Slaine and Inaho met, they worked together to defeat one of the Orbital Knights. They succeeded, however, immediately after, they turned one another. Slaine aimed his gun; Inaho aimed his as well and then after a short exchange opened fire.

One could say that Inaho was justified in shooting Slaine down when aimed his turrets, and I would be inclined to agree.

What wasn’t justified, however, was leaving Slaine for dead. This wasn’t just random Martian turned rogue, this was someone they knew was looking for Asseylum and had been willing to risk death to help them if it meant saving Asseylum.

Now skip forward past the torture, past the fighting, all the way to the moment Asseylum gets shot.

Slaine fucked up. More than that, he knows just exactly how much he fucked up by saving Saazbaum. He knows he’s responsible.

But he’s not the only one.

Saazbaum is the one that actually fired on Asseylum and seemingly killed her. Slaine took him out.

And then there was Inaho, trying to crawl over the girl Slaine loved, the girl who hadn’t even noticed he was there when she was shot, and there was Orange, his enemy, trying to get to her.

It’s completely understandable that at that point Slaine had been broken and wouldn’t allow anyone to get between him and Asseylum, least of all the person that prevented them from reuniting and had taken Asseylum along on his dangerous mission.

Of course, as with their last meeting, both aimed their gun at one another, however, this time Slaine wasn’t going to be the one to be shot down, so he fired first.

It was an entirely tragic situation, but Slaine is not the only one to blame. His actions makes perfect sense if you look at it from his perspective. Yes, he made mistakes, and yes those mistakes cost him, but that’s what makes Slaine relatable. He is human, he makes mistakes and he suffers - he suffers more than anyone else.

I wish more people would try to empathise with Slaine.

If you’re at all familiar with atheism in America, then the following two scenes should probably come as no surprise: Biologist Richard Dawkins exhorting his followers to mock and ridicule believers with contempt, Bill Maher telling MSNBC host Joe Scarborough that “religion is a neurological disorder.” As an atheist who grew up in a fundamentalist Christian milieu, I admit that this rhetoric is not without its appeal. But the atmosphere this kind of animus creates has become as pungent and disagreeable as the stale bread and cheap wine of the church I grew up in.

The last day of March,

My darling Sleeping Child, I am oddly shy about you. I still regard you as an inviolate presence. You are as secret as the mysterious processes of the womb. I’m not being fancy…I have treated women, generally, very badly and used them as an exercise for my contempt – except in your case.

I have fought like a fool to treat you in the same way and failed. One of these days I will wake up – which I think I have done already – and realise to myself that I really do love. I find it very difficult to allow my whole life to rest on the existence of another creature. I find it equally difficult, because of my innate arrogance, to believe in the idea of love. There is no such thing, I say to myself.

There is lust, of course, and usage, and jealousy, and desire and spent powers, but no such thing as the idiocy of love. Who invented that concept? I have racked my shabby brains and can find no answer.

But when people die, those who are taken away from us can never come back. Never, never, never, never, never (Lear about Cordelia). We are such doomed fools. Unfortunately, we know it. So I have decided that, for a second or two, the precious potential of you in the next room is the only thing in the world worth living for. After your death there shall only be one other and that will be mine. Or I possibly think, vice versa.

Ravaged love,

And loving Rich

-Richard Burton in a letter to Elizabeth Taylor (1973)

roguearmin jearming diabolicallime

"So long story short, they fucking slept together," Jean mumbles, blowing out a ring of smoke. A perfect circle of gray hangs in the equally gray sky long enough for it to be admired, before the wind picks up and it’s blown away.

The trees bend with the sudden gust and Jean’s shirt billows out, fabric beating against his sweat-soaked skin while gentle warning thrums roll over his head. The rain that’s been building up over Shiganshina for a full three days is finally at its breaking point, and like rebels, Jean and Eren spend their last dry moment on top of Eren’s precarious roof.

One wrong step and off they’d go - and it’s dangerous enough dry.

Eren’s green eyes are full of contempt, the sigh he breathes disdainful. “You say like you don’t have any idea. C’mon.” He looks at him out of the corner of his eye and Jean’s skin prickles because what Eren’s asking out of him is something he can’t give.

"Know what? What do - Jaeger, if you knew they were banging and didn’t tell me I swear -“

"Banged. One time thing. And of course I knew." Eren shrugs and Jean turns away to pretend like it didn’t make him sick. He pulls another drag on the cigarette, as long of one as he can. "That’s not what I’m talking about though."

"Then make some damn sense already," Jean says, watching the smoke curl out of his nose. Eren watches it as well, until the moment it fades away before he launches into the one sentence that gives Jean so much heart ache.

"How do you not see how much he fucking LOVES you, Jean?" Something in his chest splinters, and the thunder above him cracks with the awkward thrum of his heart. "How do you spend any time with him - at all - and not know that he is mad over you - I fucking… do you know who he calls when he cries? When he’s crying over YOU? Me. I have to hear all his whining about how perfect Jean Kirschstein is, the boy who’d rather smoke himself into a pit of self-loathing than grow up and deal with his emotions.”

His fingers clench up. In his hand, the cigarette crumbles to smoldering ash.

And that’s when the cloud finally break apart.

The rain falls, less like droplets and more like a sheet, like buckets are being poured over them. Water bursts up from the overflowing gutters and splashes against the slippery shingles, beats down on the dust-coated cars and flows, already, down the street like a stream. It falls so hard against them it actually hurts - but at this point, Jean’s used to pain.

"That’s NOT it!" He can barely hear himself over the sheer cacophony the storm makes. "If he loved me, then WHY did he sleep with him? I’m right here, I always have -"

"Don’t you fucking lie, you’re about as approachable as fucking SHARDIS!" Eren slams his hand down. "You’re so wrapped up into yourself. So busy… trying to figure everything out to the tiniest detail so it best benefits YOU. Guess what, Kirschstein? Relationships don’t work like that. They’re a two person deal. Can’t just think about yourself all the time.”

Eren has no idea, does he?

He has no idea how much thought goes into Armin. He has no idea how fucking weak he is because of Armin Arlert. He wants his feelings figured out so he can give him the best damn relationship he can, love him with every ounce he holds, love him until the day he dies, the only day his love will ever run dry.

He stands up, goes to slam the useless bastard against the chimney and punch him until his bodies rains blood.

But the roof’s precarious enough when dry, and hell when it’s wet.

And Jean’s clumsy.

It’s Brigitte Bardot night on TCM. Kick off your shoes, get comfortable, stay in and up late. It all starts at 5 PM, PST. 

5:00 PM — And God Created Woman (1956)

6:45 PM — Une Parisienne (1957)

8:30 PM — Plucking the Daisy (1956)

10:30 PM — The Night Heaven Fell (1958)

12:15 AM — Contempt (1963)

anonymous said:

Mr. Sirmans, I recently relocated to Houston Co. did a cursory search of the lawl enforcement I might expect to encounter. Your name popped up in a video regarding armor vehicles the Warner-Robins lawl enforcement would be receiving in the near future. Eventually I landed on this tumblr page which seemly clearly demonstrates your warranted contempt for the state and the concept of statism. From one INTJ to another, I'm curious as to why you have chosen this degree of visibility on such a topic?

to keep it short

“You’re not hiding from the state, the state is hiding from you”

Come off anon for the long version


Social media is ganging up on me

its concerned about the performance

of my willy

first on the email

up and advert did pop

inviting me to invest

helping me to

perform my best

by buying some pills of blue

to help satisfy you

next on facebook

was to be found

a cautionary story

doing the rounds

of the affects of age

on my appendage

then on tumblr

a new follower

by the name of

erectile doctor

their blog is one of woe

poor chaps with no go

and the potions and techniques

to help them

put on a show

I don’t hold in contempt

those who cant make a tent

in the sheets at night

it must be a terrible fright

when it first happens to you

so I am aware

I might get a scare

but in the mean time

I am doing just fine

so I thank social media

for its interest in my equipment

but invite it to

stick its nose

into some other blokes business

"Though the colored man is no longer subject to barter and sale, he is surrounded by an adverse settlement which fetters all his movements. In his downward course he meets with no resistance, but his course upward is resented and resisted at every step of his progress. If he comes in ignorance, in rags and wretchedness he conforms to the popular belief of his character, and in that character he is welcome; but if he shall come as a gentleman, a scholar and a statesman, he is hailed as a contradiction to the national faith concerning his race, and his coming is resented as impudence. In one case he may provoke contempt and derision, but in the other he is an affront to pride and provokes malice."

Frederick Douglass, September 25, 1883

Photo: Frederick Douglass, ca. 1850-1860, photographer unknown (Library of Congress)

laughs @ the person who just unfollowed

listen brother if you aren’t familiar with my burning contempt for worn out painfully inaccurate one-dimensional fandom stereotype in-jokes by now I don’t know where you’ve been hiding

welcome to my blog m8

Silicon Valley’s smartphone snitching has come to an end. Apple and Google have promised that the latest versions of their mobile operating systems make it impossible for them to unlock encrypted phones, even when compelled to do so by the government. But if the Department of Justice can’t demand that its corporate friends unlock your phone, it may have another option: Politely asking that you unlock it yourself, and letting you rot in a cell until you do. In many cases, the American judicial system doesn’t view an encrypted phone as an insurmountable privacy protection for those accused of a crime. Instead, it’s seen as an obstruction of the evidence-gathering process, and a stubborn defendant or witness can be held in contempt of court and jailed for failing to unlock a phone to provide that evidence. With Apple and Google no longer giving law enforcement access to customers’ devices, those standoffs may now become far more common. “You can expect to see more cases where authorities are thwarted by encryption, and the result is you’ll see more requests that suspects decrypt phones themselves,” says Hanni Fakhoury, an attorney with the Electronic Frontier Foundation. “And by requests, I mean demands. As in, you do it or you’ll be held in contempt of court.” In some cases, the Fifth Amendment’s protection against self-incrimination may block such demands, under the argument that forcing defendants to unlock their phone would compel them to testify to their own guilt. But the few cases where suspects have pleaded the Fifth to avoid decrypting a PC—the legal equivalent of a smartphone—have had messy, sometimes contradictory outcomes. “This is not a settled question,” says James Grimmelmann, a professor at the University of Maryland Law School. And it likely won’t be, he says, until more appeals courts or the Supreme Court consider the issue. Grimmelmann does, however, offer one general guideline for whether a Fifth Amendment argument will keep the cops out of your locked phone and you out of jail: “If the police don’t know what they’re going to find inside,” he says, “they can’t make you unlock it.”

eeee I want to like Halloween but ever since I was younger I’ve had really bad anxiety anytime I enter a Halloween/costume store (as well as any sort of video/movie store) for no reason that I’ve been able, thus far, to decipher. it just sucks because I adore fall and the changing of leaves and Halloween decorations and pumpkins and hot cocoa but Halloween itself is never something that I’ve been able to enjoy because of my fear of horror movies and extremes contempt of costume stores :(

thetallmancometh said:

Ronan the Accuser

Ha ha haa god

Okay, we both have shitty tempers. As I’ve gotten older, I’ve learned to control it better. It helps that it is part of my job to be patient, especially while training people, and so I must keep my temper in check. Of course, when I’m not working, this all flies out the window. I can go from friendly and understanding to WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK IS YOUR PROBLEM, FUCKO faster than you can blink. 


Obviously I can’t go around hammering things! I’m more likely to use words, where I’ll snap and say something incredibly shitty and condescending.


God, I probably sounds like the worst sort of person.

(Note that I would never actually take out my temper on some hapless retail person, and actually hold people who use clerks as their verbal punching bags in great contempt. God knows, I know what it’s like to work some cruddy retail job and to have to put up with the kind of shenanigans customers will pull. Personally, I think everyone should be required to be a so-called retail drone for at least six months, in hopes that they learn some goddamn empathy.)