I agree with the critical post you reblogged but i dont get what you mean by their pasts are being obliterated? The virignal coding of emma?
This took a while, but I really wanted to think about it,
and it’s still messy and vague, so be ye warned. To be honest, this reply got backspaced a load of different
times because you got me really considering the depths of why I feel this way.
My immediate answer was that what I see (in this whole 6B arc
especially) is Killian Jones, previously defined by his previous role of command,
the things he holds sentimental and dear, his visual cues, and his familial ties having
all that tucked away or dismissed in favour of neutralising his threatening (in many ways) past and defining his happy ending as becoming Emma 2.0: Storybrooke deputy.
With Emma, it’s less striking, because it’s Killian that’s assimilating
to her world, but it’s there, too, but more subtly? Emma whose points of pride
are her ability to find people and to read people having those things
neutralised to allow for plot to move forward in a suitably dramatic fashion (see: not reading Killian at all and not looking for him when he was missing)?
That rankles me, but that’s not really an answer, I don’t
think. Why does that rankle me? Why
do I feel so bone-deep that these things that I see being swallowed by the
narration are something that the characters hold as dear as I do? Maybe they’re
OK letting these things go as they evolve into their new lives happily ever
But that’s the thing. That’s the reason why. I just posted
this bit earlier because it kind of hit me like a ton of bricks: the reason why the “happy
ending” we’re getting for these characters feels strange and ill-fitting to me,
is because I’m trying to define their happy endings by what I’ve actually seen
them happy about on the show, not just what makes them not sad/stressed/angry, and I’m not seeing those very, very, few things reflected at all in what we’re getting.
I think one of the problem this show has, is that
it doesn’t really do a great job of establishing sources of joy for its main characters.
Supporting characters are often given a passion that exists as the key to
solving a dilemma: Merida has her archery, Ariel has her collections, and even
though she’s more than a bit role, Belle has her books. Hell, Henry has his
music, movies and writing, and Regina has her horses. We’ve seen these characters light up like Christmas trees when talking about these things. I can picture
Ariel as a museum curator in a heartbeat because I know that tending a collection is something that
makes her little merheart sing (free AU prompt! Omg come on that would be
So what is it for Emma and Killian? When do we see them
excited and happy about things? When do they describe their pleasure?
Not fucking much, tbh.
(haha my long winded ass continues below the cut!)
is the game of transhuman survival. Technology puts the tools to defeat
death, emancipate from need, and reshape bodies and minds in the hands
of everyone, but it also provides the means for oppression and mass
destruction. After losing Earth in a war with AIs, transhumanity
disperses throughout the solar system and beyond, struggling to survive.
In a typical Eclipse Phase game, characters belong to Firewall, a
secret, cross-faction organization that protects transhumanity from
extinction threats. Alternate campaigns involve traversing the
mysterious Pandora gates to explore extrasolar worlds or navigating the
treacherous terrain of high-tech criminal cartels.
The first edition of Eclipse Phase
won numerous awards (2010 Origins Award for Best RPG, 2010 ENnie Gold
for Best Writing, and 2010 ENnie Silvers for Best Cover Art and Product
of the Year) and was critically acclaimed for the innovation and depth
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About Eclipse Phase, Second Edition
Eclipse Phase, Second Edition (EP2), is a full-color, hardcover tabletop RPG book. It contains the full rules for making and playing Eclipse Phase
characters, four sample teams of four characters each, and detailed
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The goal of this campaign is to cover some of the costs of producing and printing EP2.
What’s New in EP2?
We’re focusing on improving and simplifying the existing Eclipse Phase system, not re-inventing the wheel. Changes include:
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On March 22, 1978, NBC aired a mockumentary entitled “All You Need Is Cash.” It was a brilliant parody/satire of the Beatles, with the combined forces of Monty Python and Saturday Night Live cast members. All four living Fabs approved, hugely, to the extent that George Harrison made a cameo appearance as a TV news reporter. My friends and I loved it - but it was apparently way, way over the rest of America’s heads; it was the lowest-rated TV show that week.
All the song parodies are still extremely funny, 37 years gone. “Get Up and Go” is my favorite. It’s very close to “Get Back,” probably too close - no less an authority than John Lennon warned them to be careful of lawsuits.
In the not-so-distant future, I’ll be living off-grid in a tiny pre-fab cabin on several wild acres in South Central Washington, miles away from town, with a bunch of woofers, no housemates, and Blackjack.
I am no stranger to loneliness - and if there are animals around, I hardly consider myself ‘alone’ to begin with - but this will be something different entirely. It will be isolation.
I am both dreading it, and anxiously clawing my way toward it. I am days away from listing the Mini-Farm with my real estate agent, and if all goes well in the weeks that follow, I’ll be staking my claim to an 80-acre parcel of land in the middle of goddamn nowhere within a month. I cannot wait. And I couldn’t have done it without the support of many of you kind folks here on Tumblr.
Honestly, when Shaw decided to go to university, she thought she would maybe survive the dread if she would major in something she’d be actually good at.
And she got that part down fairly quickly. She had spent her high school years rebeling against the system, while managing to keep her grade average up to scratch, something that came as a great surprise to many. Shaw just knows how to use that head of hers, even though everyone had to blink twice when she got her acceptance letter. Amateurs. It still made Shaw scoff just thinking about it. As if a bad reputation and a sucky attendance streak immediately equaled bad grades. Sure, sometimes. Not in Shaw’s case.
However, two months into med school she learned the hard way that living on a campus is different. There were people everywhere. People kissing people. People with cheerful voices. People with broad bodies soaking up her personal space. Just too many of them together in one place. She quickly learned that it was the exact equivalent of living in hell.
There’s a file on his omni-tool marked Shepard. He’d locked it away years ago, walked away, decided to get on with his life. Stop chasing old ghosts. He never looked at it again after that. Until today, in a shitty pre-fab on a eerily quiet colony too far from home.
There were various videos and letters they had exchanged housed inside. But, there was one picture in particular that always caused a lurch in his heart, even now.
It was the only time he had ever really seen Shepard laugh. It was nothing more than one of Garrus’ failed attempts at a joke, but she laughed and it struck him all over again just how stunning she was. Her head thrown back and a hand on her chest, she looked so happy. He’d starred, barely even heard what the joke was. Couldn’t remember it at all if you asked him today.
“Oh you’ve got it bad, LT.” Ashley had said with a laugh.
Yeah. She was right then. She was still right now.
Last week, 461 Dean became the world’s tallest modular building. Designed by New York architecture firm SHoP, the Brooklyn residential tower consists of 363 pre-fab apartments that stack like Tetris blocks into a 32-story building.
I am officially in love with Pitch, and every episode just makes me like the show more.
I couldn’t get Mike’s line in 1.01 about answering questions about Ginny out of my head and a little later this little pre-canon ficlet is born.
The first time he hears the name Ginny Baker, it’s nearing midnight and he’s just getting off a seven hour bus ride with twenty-six other guys who smell like B.O. and too much cologne. His ass has been asleep for an hour, Hills and Mendez have been debating the finer points of Ghostbusters versus Ghostbusters II since dinner, and he can feel the relief wash over him when they pull into the hotel parking lot. The team isn’t even off the bus yet before the reporters are yelling their questions at them.
Will Johnson be able to play after his latest knee injury?
Is it true that your wife cheated and that’s what lead to your recent separation?
Are you feeling confident that the Padres will advance in the playoffs?
Okay, so I mentioned off hand a hilarious injury story from many years ago, and at least a handful of people were like, …how? And so now, I write my wacky story.
When I was about 16 or so, NERO (New England Roleplaying Organization) had this great game called Shandlin’s Ferry. It was a lower level game meant to give players a chance to level up to a certain point and then move into bigger-kid campaigns, but generally everyone just stayed and let themselves hit the XP cap for the last few years.
Now, something you need to know for this story to make sense is that the game caretaker (the guy who fixed the site) was kind of… Unhinged about what he would do to fix things. At one point, the owner (different person) failed to pay for an electrician to come fix the power to the main module building (place where we fight people the most). Caretaker got peeved, went out to the street with pliers, and ran a direct line from the transformer to the module building. And if you just went that doesn’t sound good then you are completely correct.
I was playing a fighter with a polearm (halbert, bladed spear, etc) and I was wearing probably the most armor I’ve ever worn at a LARP. If you think that figures into the story later, you are completely correct. So I’m playing a fighter, and no shit, there we are, trying to take a building with force from this horrible necromancer casting a ritual in the back. My team, which was all woodsy people (Tribe) makes headway on one side. Then we can’t get any further. Our group is running out of healing, and every time we make headway, they cut a few of us down and push us back.
So our leader loses all his calm and shouts, “TRIBE DIES TAKING THAT ROOM!” And we’re all like, welp, so be it, gonna end up going to resurrect later, time to put our big pants on. We square off, and we throw ourselves into the fight. No more rotating people out to heal and mend armor, we’re just flinging ourselves straight into battle and filling the doorway with corpses faster than they can get people in to hit us.
I yell and (safely) charge into the room around two bodies already down. One of the bad guys drills me into the ground. Being both wise and fond of my extremities, I fall down and then curl up in a ball with my arms around my knees sitting up. I’m six inches from a glowing circle made of old sparkling christmas lights with frayed wires and broken bulbs. Just another day in the module building.
A friend who honestly was trying to be as safe as he could, didn’t see me under the eyeline of all the people fighting him. He backed up to the side, and stepped on my hip. My hip rolled, and I tumbled backward, and he went flying into the air. Down he fell, and we both rolled over the edge of the circle.
This is where my memory of events becomes hazy.
The next thing I remember after seeing him coming down toward me was the sound of another friend (who is probably reading this) shouting, “OH SHIT, SHE’S SEIZING, SHIT!” Which was really confusing because I had no idea who was having a seizure.
Then I don’t remember anything until the EMT peeled my eyelid back and said, “MICHELLE DO YOU WANT A BEER?”
And I went, “…what?”
He says again, “MICHELLE CAN YOU HEAR ME!”
And I’m all, “Ohhhh. Yeah. I can hear you…” I try to look around and find that my aunt is kneeling behind me with her hands on the back of my neck, holding me still.
There I’m laying on a metal plate in the middle of the floor, still half across broken christmas lights. The EMT on site goes to take my pulse, and his arm goes numb and falls against my belly. Being the not-so-subtle dude he is, he just uses the other hand, which closes the circuit running through my chain mail. Both of his arms are numb, my aunt is holding traction on my neck, and suddenly the EMT shouts and starts banging his arms on the wall.
It is at this moment I am sure I am going to die there.
After a moment, the man who fell wisely unplugs the lights, I stop hearing this “ZZZZZKKKZZZKKKTTTT” noise in my inner ear, and the EMT is able to take my pulse. Which is a decent pulse, fast, but healthy, and they’re all like, what the heck happened, why did she ball her fists up and jerk on the floor?
EMT takes a look at my arms and discovers a fine pattern of burn marks in the shape of my chain mail where my armor hangs past my tunic. Ohhh. Suddenly they’re freaking out for a whole new reason, because I was electrocuted badly enough to have a seizure, and what if I have a brain bleed, or I’ve broken my jaw, or my spine, or oh no!
So the EMT calls for the stretcher, my aunt assures me she’ll go with me to the hospital, and I’m freaking out because I’m sixteen and the EMT bashed his arms on the wall and says I might be bleeding in my brain.
They come back with one of those old as death army stretchers, the ones that belong on MASH and not anywhere in current usage. I’m pretty sure it was purchased by the camp while my grandfather was in Korea. They roll me carefully on to it, and go to lift, at which point the stretcher’s dry rotted cloth gives way and I start to fall, all 120lb of me. They set me back down, and have no backboard or stretcher to put me on. What to do, what to do.
“Bring me the sarcophagus lid!” The EMT says, and I realize that they are dismantling a full size sarcophagus to put me on it as a backboard. I am full of trepidation because this is just not going to look good to the ambulance, and I’m going to be explaining things for hours. Once I’m loaded on, they go to leave the room and discover that this tiny pre-fab room that the caretaker added to the module building has a door frame that is five inches thinner than the width of the sarcophagus.
“Bring me some duct tape and weapons!” At this point I am sure I am never going to be the same again because I’m going to end up taped to a coffin lid and in a hospital somewhere.
So they pile a bunch of boffer weapons to each side of me to hold me in place, duct tape me down to the lid, and turn it to a 45 degree angle to get me through the door. I spend the whole trip through begging them to just put it down and let me walk, I promise I’m not broken, this is scary.
Outside, the EMT loads me into an ambulance and then turns to find two police officers standing there. “We heard a girl got hit.” Says one. RIP! The EMT pulls off his pointed elf ears in one smooth motion and goes to explain to them.
And that’s the story of how two state troopers ended up boffer fighting beside a tiny dirt road in Ware MA while I got driven off and had my spine x-rayed.