I don’t know about you, but this scene will probably always be one of my absolute favourite performances of Mark Sheppard. His portrayal of Crowley growing ever more human and even crying is just freaking award worthy. Man… I really really liked Crowley’s S9/10 arc and his and Dean’s dynamic. :) This moment here and his “attachment” to Dean after all, I think, truly profoundly has changed Crowley to this day.
…for fic and meta purposes and I’m on 1x04. Anyway, I was watching the wake scene at Trenwith, and I came across this exchange:
George: I’ve puzzled you out.
Ross: Was I so hard to fathom?
George: I-I thought so, but your recent nuptials have made everything clear. It delights you to thumb your nose at society, because you consider yourself above the niceties by which it operates.
Ross: Not above. Just indifferent.
When I first saw this I didn’t think much of it, as I was a fairly casual viewer back then, but in hindsight it makes me wonder if Ross even realises what he’s saying, because what I hear when I watch this isn’t the Working Class Hero Moment that Debbie seemed to want it to be. What I hear is that, by saying that he ultimately doesn’t care about the rules of society, he admits that he doesn’t consider himself beholden to them, and seems to scorn those who do, thus basically proving George right (great job, George, you’re totally onto him). Rather than raising him up as this heroic figure, it highlights his ignorance of, or at least his refusal to acknowledge, the social privilege he enjoys as a member of the class which he allegedly despises. Neither George nor Demelza could get away with scorning the rules and conventions of society as he does, due to their working class backgrounds, nor could Elizabeth, who, as a gentlewoman, would be expected to act in a very particular way. It’s one of Ross’ largely unacknowledged character flaws, and it really grates on me whenever I see it.
Series 1 is full of little moments like this and if they weren’t quite so frequent, I wouldn’t find them so annoying. I’m in the process of writing a series of metas on this subject and other related ones, because, quite frankly, it’s a massive unaddressed blaring red button in the narrative that has begun to reach almost comical heights in series 3, and I really need to get it off my chest.
Hello! I just want to ask what the qualifications are to be certified by the JSF D: I've been rewatching the series, and I noticed how Yuuri could only land one kind of quad before he trained with Viktor. Do they certify you by your average program score, or do they check if you could land at least one quad? Thank you!
Hello! Thanks for the ask.
I think to be ‘certified’ by the JSF means to be recognised as a national representative at international meets. For Yuuri to have been certified as a national figure skater, he must have participated and done well in the Japan Figure Skating Championships and/or other international figure skating events. For simplicity’s sake, let’s look at this skills-wise. Remember that competitive skaters also have to meet anti-doping, health and other demands before they are even considered for the national team.
Very conveniently, the irl JSF recently posted their competition selection criteria, so let’s get analysing! More under the cut:
“For a kid with so damn much family these days, he’s still somehow been dealt a shitty hand.” No magic AU where Henry’s just a sad, angry with with a fucked up family tree.
Captain Cobra. (Eventual) Captain Swan.
Notes: The first official chapter! Sorry it took a while. Moving is a pain. But here’s chapter 1, and the next chapter is partly written and it’s all basically sketched out in my head so hopefully the next update won’t take quite so long. Recommended listening is still: Eugene by Sufjan Stevens.
(Shout out to swallowedsong, again, for always responding ‘sure!’ when I ask if she wants to look over something for me, and for generally being encouraging and enthusiastic.)
Regina used to walk him to school everyday. She’d hold his hand as they went, her grip tightening when people would pass by, fake smiles on their faces as they greeted her, an equally forced smile on her own. She was a very powerful woman, his adoptive mother. Important. The kind of important that never forgets itself—that demands that no one else forget it, either. The kind that doesn’t make many friends. She’d hold onto his hand as they walked and as he got older he wondered if she did it for his sake or her own. Who really needed that anchor?
Maybe it was both of them.
Emma walked him to school, too, but she kept her distance a bit, only reaching for him to cross the street.
“I guess you’re probably too old for this, huh?” she’d said once as they walked, her hand soft and unsure around his.
“I don’t mind,” he’d said, squeezing her hand and smiling.
She’d smiled back, ruffled his hair before he ran off and into the building, and when he glanced back as he reached the door she was still there, still smiling, still watching him.
Truthfully, he didn’t need either of them to walk him to school. He just—
He just liked it when they did.
His first Monday at Barrie he walks alone to the dining hall. Sits alone for breakfast, and makes his way by himself to his first class.