majestic chubby pony…fit for the magestic swapfell sans, to ride into battle.
Princess Rainbow Buttercup is a true horse of war.
Sans wanted to ride a horse when they got to the surface, Papyrus decided this was for the best.
For the record I have been almost killed by women with sport prams twice (being knocked, or accidently stepping on to the road to avoid being knocked over), but only once with a crazy woman and a rose bush. Funny about that.
More Than Just A Hobby - a tiny film about our tiny Cowboy, made by @big4ed when we launched #ReadySteadyBang all those years ago! More from the archives to come this #ReadySteadyTakeover week 🐴 Click the link in our profile to see the whole shebang! #readysteadyplay #cowboygames #animade #animatedshort #cowboy #hobbyhorse
for the 'two characters who never really interact,' Chip and Adam :)
“I mean, it isn’t much, really—”
Adam is trying to be casual, but Chip’s eyes nearly start out of his head. The room is massive, the size of two ballrooms at least: and it is filled, from floor to ceiling, with the toys from Adam’s childhood.
Belle lets go of Chip’s hand, as much from astonishment as to let him run free. “This all belonged to you?”
“It did. But Chip should get it now.”
“Why do you have a full-sized carousel?” Chip yells, from somewhere in the back of the room. Creaky hurdy-gurdy music plays.
“Oh, right, it’s not much,” says Belle, and Adam blushes. But she wraps her arm around Adam in a protective gesture; it’s all right, it’s all right, have fun among your past. He eases into a shy smile.
“I’m sure these toys were intended to teach me statecraft.”
“Really? Is that what the working mechanical elephant is for?”
“Well, no.” He sidesteps it. “But the giant puppet show could be argued to educate me on the perils of judging by appearance. Not that that worked, of course, but—”
“This,” breathes Chip, running back in from his jaunt on the carousel, “is AMAZING.”
“Have you seen the marble run yet?” Adam asks. “It takes up about three rooms, if I remember—maybe the waterfall is still working—”
“No! But I saw a chess board made of gold,” says Chip. “And a castle dollhouse, with little figures of all the staff—and a hobbyhorse made out of silver—and a candied gingerbread dispenser—”
“Maybe don’t mention that last one to your mother. You’ll spoil your teeth rot—oh,” says Adam.
Chip is holding his hand.
“Ah….ah.” Adam blinks at it. It’s a simple, human hand: fingers, dirt stained nails, little palm lines, a scratch from chasing Frou-Frou. But it’s Chip’s hand.
All the wonders of this wonderful toy room dim next to this hand. Chip: Chip has his HANDS back. And he doesn’t run in terror, anymore; he talks to Adam like a friend, or brother, almost. And Chip has a joyous childhood, a childhood Adam is helping with, now, making better than his own; and Chip has hands, he has HANDS, hands he puts in his.
The hands are gone again, of course; Chip runs off, full of joy, to find the waterfall. But Adam simply stands and stares. The boy put his hand in his. The boy put his hand in his.
Bex is out, too? Mixed feelings–she is a fabulous actress and seemingly fun person who deserves a better character than Zelena and I hope she finds one soon.
But this post is not really about Bex (there are other posts for that). It is about my hobbyhorse, which is that Eddy Kitsis is a spiteful little turd for his treatment of Belle and Emilie. (I don’t give Horowitz a pass either, but he isn’t the one doing nasty impressions of online Belle fans in public interviews oh my god.)
I didn’t LIKE it–as in, it enraged me–when Zelena was suddenly given in the last quarter of the season literally an hour of screentime, INCLUDING beats that came out of nowhere fighting Belle’s enemy, while Belle has less than half the screentime of any other character in an arc that is largely about her son, who was tortured because of a decision she made.
I didn’t LIKE Zelena getting all that focus–but I understood the reasoning, because I assumed that Belle was gone next season and Zee staying, and they needed to establish Zee as a character instead of having her sit at her kitchen table kvetching.
But Zelena isn’t going to stay either? (and yes, I know we don’t have confirmation that Belle is gone, but I’m buying Matt Mitovich’s loose lips.) It was the last season for BOTH, and Zelena gets focus, screentime, reconciliation with her family and acceptance by the Heroes™, and what looks from a distance like a happy ending.
And Belle is written out of her own story, and disrespected by every character on the canvas except her own family, INCLUDING the ones who led to her crappy 6A decision making. She’s treated like hired help, literally, and no one even spares her a thought when they know her EVOL husband is back to doing EVOL. And she’ll likely die, and/or lose her son, and at the VERY least lose her true love. (Probably, frankly, in a way that will enrage the portion of the audience that’s already turned on her.)
And there’s no reason to make her an afterthought in her own plotline?
No reason except spite and not being able to tell a story.
Seriously, the little twerp needs more than a muzzle. I hope he falls face down in a puddle of open sewage (which couldn’t be more filthy than his tiny fetid brain).
Floating down a stream of consciousness, I’m still too young to feel old because growing up is like warm water and it’s good for the soul. Your eyes went wide with wonder as our evening went dark. Way above the treetops in the park, my heart beat blood and thunder and I tasted daydreams on your lips like rock candy, pure fire. Pour me a milk snow fairytale under the trapdoor.
The hobbyhorse melts like honey on the back of a hot photograph and I remember keeping animals under my mom’s library table. It’s not that I don’t love looking back, I love basement rooms and computers on card tables and nerf wars and the Aliens soundtrack. It’s just that Mr. Ellis wears a rug and Martin drinks Tabasco sauce at some chick’s wedding anniversary and my legs get hot when I’m in the air and I wanna curl up in my suitcase and torch the place because the bills are new and they hurt. There wasn’t a bomb under city hall so don’t panic. You. Are. Wonderful.
This was before I woke up in a van in St. Louis with an ice chandelier of crystal shards in my ureter and nobody checked the shower before I hit my head on the couch. I just laughed at King Kong when Samson ripped apart my 92 year old grandfather who looks like a rotten banana. Feeling pensive, are we? Time is boring and weird.
You will always be who you are until life changes the locks on your heart and the roof leaks rain. Gotta fix that.
like a see-through mirror -- analyzing Jack Vessalius
So it’s in the midst of college finals for me right now, and I’m working on a psychology paper dealing with Borderline Personality Disorder, so I thought I’d write this up while I’m working on that. While researching, I came to find similarities between the disorder and Jack. I do believe that Jack has some components of this disorder that are worth considering when looking at his overall character, things that struck me as highly interesting. This is in relation from his childhood relationship with his mother, with Lacie before and after her death in retrospect, and his relations with others, such as Oswald, Alice, Alyss, Oz, Gilbert, etc.
Borderline Personality Disorder, or BPD, is defined as having “no sense of identity, so they attach very strongly to others and appear as if to adopt the other person’s identity. Then, when that person results as imperfect or leaves them, the Borderline explodes, acts out on others, self-harms or becomes needy.” BPD is also diagnosed as a “pervasive patter of instability of interpersonal relationships, self image and affects, and marked impassivity.” The following are the key signs and symptoms in relation to Jack that I will be discussing.
1. Frantic efforts to avoid real or imagined abandonment. 2. A pattern of unstable and intense interpersonal relationships characterized by alternating between extremes of idealization and devaluation. 3. Identity disturbance; markedly and persistently unstable self-image or sense of self. 4. Impulsivity in at least 2 areas that are self-damaging (spending, sex, etc, etc) 5. Chronic feelings of emptiness
Granted, Jack does not have the more severe aspects of the disorder, such as chronic self-harm and/or suicidal ideations (except briefly as a teen). However, he exhibits some of the other primary signs and symptoms listed above.
Throughout the series, Jack has often been compared to water, most notably by Oscar and Oswald. He has no sense of self, no reflection. Others can’t view him, can’t see him clearly, because they can’t gauge who he really is. Jack has also described himself this way, such as when he explains that he has no idea who he is anymore, doesn’t know which face he is wearing, and doesn’t know how he truly feels about himself or others. This is especially true in relation to Lacie.
It is easy to write off Jack’s feelings for Lacie as obsessiveness or just twisted dependency that stems from idealization. But that isn’t all there is to it. Obsession is defined as:
the state of being obsessed with someone or something.“she cared for him with a devotion bordering on obsession”
Yes, Jack is obsessed with Lacie, and that goes hand in hand with BPD. Jack’s identity is completely defined by Lacie. Without her, he has no way to gauge who he is and is virtually no one if he is without her. He is completely and utterly defined by her, and has no concept of identity if she is not tied in with it. This is the classic trait someone with Borderline, who needs the identity of another to have sense of their own. Since they become so dependent on the other person, they may also adopt some of the other person’s traits. While Jack didn’t seem to do much of this, it is the concept that really matters.
Jack doesn’t exactly do well with abandonment. Period. He expresses hatred towards his father and his mother for their physical and emotional abandonment towards him, but Lacie is, of course, the prime example of this. He goes to extreme lengths to see her again, searching for 8 years. After her death, he goes so far to try to bring the world to her just to have her close to him again. He has a moment like this with Oswald as well after he kills him, cradling his head. He’s even this way with Oz, when he asks if it’s okay for Oz to truly leave him on his own, appearing uncertain and hesitant. Whether it’s real or imagined, abandonment is something that Jack fears whether or not it’s a conscious realization. He is constantly surrounded by others and when left alone, he has no concept of self, such as his life pre-Lacie.
Jack doesn’t display hardly any suicidal thoughts or any intent to self-harm, but he does acknowledge that he didn’t care if he lived or died until he met Lacie. He is also this way after she died. He had no will to live. While it’s true that this can happen in anyone, this is a major reason why Lacie’s introduction into his life may have caused him to develop the disorder, if he didn’t have it already.
Jack has plenty of unstable and interpersonal relationships, however. Plenty. This is literally the entire series. Again, this is mostly centered around Lacie. It is especially noticeable in the fact that Jack idealized Lacie for a large portion of his life, and then began to devalue and hate her because he realized how much of his identity was tied to her. His other relationships are a bit less diverse, such as with his mother, Oz, Alice, Alyss, Vincent, Gilbert, Miranda, and Oswald most importantly. All of these relationships, while he may have felt something genuinely positive towards some of them, were all wrapped in manipulation, secret-keeping, goading, ill-intent, and more ties his own concept of self-identity.
Jack does have impulsiveness in things that are self-damaging. His relationships, for one. But the selling of his body for sex, even if it were done to meet Lacie and at Lacie’s own suggestion, reflects this. Even if certain things make Jack feel good, they are inevitably toxic to him and assist more in his derailment and lack of identity then they do shape him.
Can you tell me where my country lies? Said the unifaun to his true love’s eyes. It lies with me! cried the queen of maybe - for her merchandise, he traded in his prize.
Paper late! cried a voice in the crowd. Old man dies! the note he left was signed old father Thames? - it seems he’s drowned; Selling england by the pound.
Citizens of hope & glory, Time goes by - it’s the time of your life. Easy now, sit you down. Chewing through your wimpey dreams, They eat without a sound; Digesting england by the pound.
Young man says you are what you eat - eat well. Old man says you are what you wear - wear well. You know what you are, you don’t give a damn; Bursting your belt that is your homemade sham.
The captain leads his dance right on through the night - join the dance… Follow on! till the grail sun sets in the mould. Follow on! till the gold is cold. Dancing out with the moonlit knight, Knights of the green shield stamp and shout.
There’s a fat old lady outside the saloon; Laying out the credit cards she plays fortune. The deck is uneven right from the start; And all of their hands are playing apart.
The captain leads his dance right on through the night - join the dance… Follow on! a round table-talking down we go. You’re the show! Off we go with - you play the hobbyhorse, I’ll play the fool. We’ll tease the bull Ringing round & loud, loud & round.
Follow on! with a twist of the world we go. Follow on! till the gold is cold. Dancing out with the moonlit knight, Knights of the green shield stamp and shout. (
Songwriters: GABRIEL, PETER / HACKETT, STEVEN / COLLINS, PHIL / BANKS, ANTHONY / RUTHERFORD, MIKE )
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