why are people so fixated on hardening leliana especially irt her becoming divine?? like?? she’s so happy after her personal quest, once you’ve reminded her that mercy =/= weakness. she regains agency she thought she lost when she was the left hand of the divine, a tool to extend the divine’s reach, she finds a part of herself she thought was lost. like. why would you take that from her??

& why is a hardened divine leliana considered the better option of the two? why must a leader be ruthless in order to be good, why must change be achieved through brutality?? why are gentle rulers considered weak? who’s to say that a softened leliana’s rule will fail just because she resolves conflicts without violence? why can’t we, for once, get a narrative in which those in power rule with kindness and don’t ~~ultimately fail~~ because apparently the only effective way to rule is through fear and force.

which anime creator should you fight

anno hideaki: don’t fight anno. he is a shoujo at heart and loves animals. he probably wants you to beat him up. you won’t feel good about it. leave him alone in the hell of perpetual eva reimaginings he created for himself. 

oshii mamoru: you might win. it’s not unlikely. but say you did fight him and you did win. from that day on, well, computers might start to behave oddly when you’re around. machines breaking down. odd messages on your phone from blocked numbers. is it worth it? is it worth it to fight oshii mamoru? 

urobuchi gen: please kick this motherfucker repeatedly in the shins. please fight urobuchi gen. 

miyazaki hayao: you want to fight him, i know it. you’re dying to. you’ve admired him for so long and you just can’t help but wonder what it would be like to punch him in the face. i am telling you: don’t do it. he is an old man with nothing to lose. did you watch the ghibli documentary? he gives zero fucks and he is nationally beloved. he will kick your ass and asahi shinbun will run an article about how you deserved it. 

tomino yoshiyuki: you should fight him but know that it will just make the peace-not-war message of future gundam series more hamfisted. do it anyway. 

utsumi hiroko: she’s a woman in a male-dominated field who was lead on a show all about sparkly muscle teens. you can’t take her. she’ll dolphin kick you. a fujoshi army will appear to assist. do not fight utsumi hiroko and her fujo army. 

ikuhara kunihiko: definitely fight ikuhara. he is a phony and he made you cry. fight him. do it for anthy. growl growl.   

kon satoshi: the man is dead, my friend. he fought cancer and you come to me asking if you should fight him? do not fight satoshi kon, the only way to do it is to raise him from the grave and you cannot fight zombie satoshi kon. 


Mike Warren, 2x08

You care, I get it. But there’s no innocents here. 


“he is more myself than i am. whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.”

this is a cold war - dead men weapons forged from the ashes of old superpowers; the war unfought now fighting in the streets. how do we come back from this. (remember who you are) +listen +keep

look, i get that people like writing about les amis as a contemporary radical activist group, but i’ve seen a lot of stuff that… doesn’t really reflect the reality of protest in virtually every country in the world, and certainly in basically every western democracy. at a protest today enjolras would have to beg the local institutions of power for permission to march up a public street, and he would be held responsible for any diversion from the plan he submitted. if his friends and followers were kettled and terrorised by riot police, he’d be told in no uncertain terms that this was his fault. les amis would have to hole up in someone’s flat beforehand and duct-tape and stuff cardboard inside of their jackets, in advance preparation for the inevitable police violence to come. they’d have to write the phone numbers of lawyers on their arms in magic marker and combeferre would have to check that everyone knows not to tell the police a single thing, to always ask for a lawyer, and then shut up.

enjolras would have to give his speeches with bahorel and feuilly standing on either side of him with their arms folded and their faces set, would have to march with jehan and courferyac pushing forward as his vanguard. les amis would have to surround enjolras like a tidal wave, in case the police got any bright ideas about cutting off the serpent’s head in order to make the body flail and panic and die. if and when the violence started – violence enjolras probably would not have wanted, because violence is used to re-write the history of contemporary resistance all of the time – courferyac and graintaire would have to pay in bruises to distract the cop bearing down on combeferre so it would be definite that someone would be left in the morning to post bail. joly would have to bring medical supplies in his bag with the full expectation of using them, because kettles can go on for hours and you never guarantee that even someone bleeding enough to lose their life will be allowed to leave.

when the cops come for enjolras, he’d kneel and put his hands behind his head and not say a thing, not when they kicked at the backs of his ankles or slammed him against a cop car or pulled his head back by his hair to hiss his rights into his ear. he’s a leader, and he’d know the value of a slit through his eyebrow in the press tomorrow. he’d know that this beating was coming whatever he did, but bruises in the dock in the morning make his argument for him. courferyac would, again, be the one dragged out of the crowd with his lip split and grantaire gripping tight around his wrist in vain, so combeferre could try and desperately usher away teenagers from riot shields, so joly could try and stem the bleeding of a thirteen year old girl’s head-wound, so bahorel could help jehan carry feuilly away without putting too much pressure on the point where his ribs had cracked. no one would hit a cop. if you hit a cop, a cop can do whatever they like to you, and every single member of les amis would have seen that happen with their own eyes.

the reality remains that there is virtually no such thing as a peaceful protest, because it is to the advantage of those in power to ensure that there’s not. the reality remains that there is nothing glamorous about a riot, and that enjolras would be taking his friends’ lives in his hands with reckless abandon if he thought there was. in a sense he’d be happy if he was the only person arrested, that combeferre would have to come for him in the cold light of morning and pick him up from the police station steps and drive him to the hospital, dirt under enjolras’s fingernails and blood crusted in his hair.

he’d have spent a night cold and maybe alone and maybe sitting in an interrogation room for hours staring at bare walls and having cops yell questions in his face that he couldn’t risk answering. he’d be exhausted and sore and on the verge of total-shut down. every single protest he led, he’d have to know that this would be how it could end for him– if not something much worse. protest is dangerous. riots aren’t fun. les amis would be covered in battle scars. they would spend weeks showered in bruises and knowing that they would have more to come. in the 21st century, protesters still build barricades. in fact, they do so relatively regularly. it’s just a thought, but you might want to think about why.

what’s the one culturally-saturated narrative trope that you kind of really incredibly hate and how would you subvert it and make it new and delightful

Anna said she hates the girl vs. girl fighting-over-a-boy trope, and I definitely agree, but I want to pick just a piece of that, specifically the idea that the narrative arc isn’t over until the girl who is mean / ambitious / manipulative / pushy / confident / promiscuous / independent is suitably punished for her sins. I love vicious girls, and I think we ought to celebrate them more. Tell a thousand stories about girls who murder for power, girls who kick hard-working deserving men out of the way for their own gain, girls who refuse to be cowed or beaten, girls who like their hands best when they’re bloody — or, conversely, girls who are super into delegating the dirty work to their devotees.

Sirens who lure ships onto the rocks. Medusa who turns men into stone. Female tricksters, female destroyers, ladies who want to sweep nice’s knees out from under it and kick it til it’s spitting blood. Yes. Yes. Women who like sex and have as much of it as they please. Women who don’t like sex and are never made to have it when they don’t fucking feel like it. Women who enact excellent vengeance and feel fantastic about it after. Women who are cruel for the greater good. Women who steal other people’s lovers. Women who want what they cannot or should not have and find a way to take it anyway. Women who go forth in honest battle and win. Women who stab their enemies in the back or use poison. Women who steal things.

Self-serving women. Straight women, queer women, asexual and/or aromantic women. (Tell me about all the women who don’t need or want to fall in love. Also tell me about the women who do, but don’t let that stop them from making planets explode.) Cis women, trans women, people who are women sometimes but then sometimes not, people who don’t know what they are. Women in heels, women in combat boots, women in ballet slippers, barefoot women. WOMEN OF COLOR. Women with tattoos and piercings and scars. Fat women. Thin women.