Tanaka and Ennoshita are like the aunt and uncle where Ennoshita is a tired but happy and slightly overworked suburban housewife and Tanaka is the dad who wears nothing but Hawaiian shirts and socks with sandals(crocs too probably tbh) who just stands in the backyard grilling ALL THE TIME while Ennoshita stands on the porch watching him while thinking about burning Tanaka’s horrid wardrobe
How does Yang get out of punishment when Blake is mad at her
Blake: YANG XIAO-LONG!! YOU ARE IN SO MUCH TROUBLE!! *Blake Shouted making Yang and Ruby jump.*
Yang: Oh crap.
Ruby: I told you she would notice her books in different order.
Yang: It’s okay. I know what to do.
Blake: *Blake slams open the door.* YANG! What did I tell you about using my books to make forts and to fight with!? Some of those were first additions! God what were you- *Blake shouted at girlfriend until Yang pulled her into a hug, places Blake’s head against her chest, stroking her hair, and placing butterfly kisses on top of her head between her cat ears and softly whispering between each kiss.*
Yang: I am so sorry my beloved kitty cat. I already ordered replacement for each book that was even slightly damaged. Please forgive me. It breaks my heart when your mad.
Blake: N-no. I’m still mad at you. *Blake frowned with a blush*
Yang: Even if I make you your favorite tuna fish sandwich?
Yang: While wearing your favorite apron. *Yang smiled as Blake looked up with sparkling eyes and slightly drooling.*
Blake: … fine.
Yang: Yay! Happy Blakey is back!
Ruby: Should I go? Because I don’t want to see my sister naked.
Yang/Blake: Not that kind of apron.
*Blake happy eats her tuna fish sandwich as Yang sits across from her with an apron on with a picture of the samurai pizza cats.*
Guess who’s back? Merry Christmas (kinda) and a Happy New Year (not yet though) to everyone! I hope you guys all had a nice holiday ^^ ! please note that I’m not fluent in Japanese so there may be some mistakes !
Because it was asked of me, and it makes me very passionate, a serious analysis of this particular, iconic scene:
At first glance, funny! Amusing! Ridiculous!
Under the surface…not so funny. And I take many, MANY issues with it.
So, let’s start at square one, shall we?
What are Marie’s ultimate goals?
Stay with me on this one. These are totally reasonable goals, yes? There’s nothing wrong with wanting to be retired early and married. The retirement especially is relatable and understandable considering Marie’s line of work. She’s a soldier and being a Death Scythe must have a very low life expectancy, it’s no surprise that she wants to retire. As for being married, however, this is Marie’s personal goal. It is something she wants because she wants to be married. Not because she’s pressured, or because she feels that she must.
Azusa comments upon this by claiming
And I am here for that! …Except, regardless of this concept being old fashioned, it is a concept that Marie, personally, believes in. Marriage is something she wants, it’s something she desires very deeply. She isn’t adhering to the idea that marriage is what will make EVERY woman happy, but simply that marriage is what will make HER happy. Which is very feminist and I will fight anyone who thinks otherwise. The person being anti feminist here is, actually, Azusa. Because she’s trying to push her personal view, that marriage is unnecessary and old fashioned, upon Marie, who was not pushing HER views of marriage being desirable and worthwhile on Azusa.
Notice the changes in language. Azusa is almost patronizing when all Marie said was her PERSONAL goals were to get married and to retire. There is nothing wrong with having personal goals.
That little bit aside (and forgive me for rambling), let’s get to the REAL reason we’re here. My defending Marie for wanting to marry a toilet, which I personally find understandable.
So, Marie’s goals are to be married and retired. She wants the white picket fence, the 2.5 kids, the happy husband, the apron. All power to her.
But…why the desperation?
Well, part of it stems from pressure and sexism in the SE series.
Notice what Marie says. “Azusa, you’re still young, you won’t understand.”
This is a very, VERY important line for Marie. Because she is the oldest female character (barring witches) in Soul Eater, and that makes her a joke. Because it’s ALWAYS a joke. To be over the age of 25 in this world when you’re a woman is very, VERY hard, and Marie reflects that.
Please consider how messed up that is. Marie isn’t even 30 yet. She’s in the same class as Stein and Spirit. Spirit is, canonically, 32 by the end of the Soul Eater Manga, which puts him in the late 20s at this time. If Marie is his age or Stein’s age, who is younger than Spirit, then that puts her at barely over 25.
And Marie’s role in SE is often degraded to that of a Christmas Cake. Where does the term “Christmas Cake” come from?
“No one wants to eat Christmas cake after December 25th. And no matter how attractive a woman is, it’s said, no male will want to marry her after she’s 25. Thus, “Christmas Cake” is used as a metaphor term for a woman rendered unmarriageable because she is past the freshness of her youth; roughly equivalent to ‘Old Maid.’”
This is a very, VERY sexist trope that comes up again and again in SE in regards to Marie. Consider the following:
“Is this how single, past marriageable age humans are?”
“We have a lot of youth to spare.”
These comments all mean the same thing: That Marie is undesirable. that she is “past her expiration date”. That she is old, and bitter, and jealous, and unworthy of marriage. And, considering that Marie’s main goal is to be married, this is stinging in more ways than one.
Especially considering the reaction of MEN when these witches, who appear young, which is appealing, interact with them. Spirit and Sid and Lord Death and Stein are all relatively pleasant to Risa and Arisa, especially considering they’re…well, witches.
And when Marie protests?
Now, Marie is the “killjoy”. She’s the one who can’t take a joke. She’s the one who can’t have fun. Because she’s old. And bitter. And unappealing. These young witches are more desirable to the men in the room than Marie is. That’s why SHE’S told to leave but the witches, who are throwing a party when they should be talking about a strategy to rescue Kid, get to stay and mess around. And Marie takes this to heart.
Especially in regards to Stein.
Marie is very much so interested in Stein romantically. And here he is, flirting (er, sort of?) with them. Now, I won’t demonize Stein, here, he’s pretty indifferent to the witches. He’s not Spirit, who was drooling all over them. But he certainly jokes with them in how own, strange way, and certainly doesn’t discourage them, either.
And he can’t know that Marie is in a position where she is extra vulnerable to these acts, so it isn’t his fault, but that doesn’t change the fact that Marie is watching the man she loves being playful and flirty with women who have just bruised her ego by telling her she’s old and unappealing and that they are young and fresh and desirable.
What Marie is seeing here is a far younger looking woman getting close to the man she cares about, a man she wants to marry, her first love. That HURTS. It has to hurt Marie. Because from the get go, she sees her future of getting married being put against a ticking clock. She is “damaged goods”. She is “unwanted”. She is too old to be loved.
Think about that for a second. She believes she’s getting to be too old to be loved. Thats terrifying. That’s so painful. And she genuinely believes it.
And it certainly doesn’t help that all her past relationships have clearly panned out in disappointment.
I mean, I’ll be the one to say it: Joe’s reasoning for breaking up with Marie is shitty. “I was afraid back then that if my ability kept getting stronger that eventually I’d be able to see right through you.”
Which, 1: Implies that he thinks Marie is lying to him. 2: that he would prefer not to know if she is or not (despite the fact that she’s one of the MOST genuine characters on the show). And, 3: That he isn’t invested in finding out and being with who Marie REALLY is.
That’s really goddamn shitty, Joe. Plus, the whole breaking up with her for her own good bit is really uncomfortable for me, but I digress. Every single man Marie has been with has let her down. Every one. She sees herself as a ticking time bomb who is unwanted and unliked and undesirable and unable to be loved.
So what does she do?
She considers a toilet. Because this is SE and Marie HAS to be made into a joke, because, haha, look, a woman over 25 who dares to exist and want romance and love! How amusing! She’s SINGLE. SO FUNNY.
Except, not really. Putting aside the fact that this joke is steeped in sexism, the fact that no one seems to want to look beyond it is equally as bad, if not worse.
Marie Mjolnir considered marrying a toilet because every single man in her life has let her down so much that a toilet would be a step up or comparable to a partner who won’t hurt her or let her down or tell her she’s overbearing. Marie Mjolnir has gotten to the point where she thinks that her dreams of being married to a man who won’t disappoint her are so slim that she would rather go for an inanimate object. She has been convinced that she is so old and so undesirable that if she doesn’t get married NOW or very very VERY soon, she NEVER WILL.
THOSE are her reasons. THAT’S why the “joke” isn’t funny. THAT’S why I have so many issues with the scene of her wanting to marry a toilet being her ONLY defining moment.
Because Marie is more than your “old maid” or “desperate single woman” punchline, okay? Those are sexist tropes and sexist jokes and they infuriate me.
Marie Mjolnir is brilliant and funny and beautiful and powerful and nuanced and complex and she damn well deserves better than this bullshit.
The sweat was starting to pool on your lower back, you’d already burned yourself twice, and you were in the middle of basting the turkey when you saw the potatoes start to boil over.
“Niall! Need you please!”
Niall leapt up the stairs to the kitchen. His once pristine kitchen in his brand spanking new house was a disaster. Bowls everywhere, sink filled with dishes, pots and pans strewn over every surface.
“Bleeding Christ girl! What the fuck did ya do to me house?!” He took one look at your panicked expression and lunged forward to turn the flame down under the potatoes and move the pot. After he’d wiped the floor and made sure nothing else was on the verge of exploding he turned to face you. He had opened his mouth to take the piss out of you for destroying the kitchen. He was completely unprepared to find you slumped down next to the oven with your head in your hands. He knelt down in front of you, pulling your hands away from your face. “Darlin’ what’s the matter?” You sighed and leaned your head back against the cabinets.