i'm curious: do you think the animorphs could have won if they were adults? marco starts out as the only one with the maturity to understand death; it's sort of because the others don't have that understanding that they're so eager to fight. jake NEEDS to idealize past soldiers/leaders in order to keep himself, well, 'good', acting like he thinks they did, as much as he can. what do you think??
Let’s suppose the Animorphs are five adults—thirty-three, let’s say,
instead of thirteen—who encounter Elfangor as they walk home from where they
were getting a few drinks at the local bar.
Suppose Marco is a smart-mouthed lawyer with more secrets and lies than
genuine wins in his resume. Suppose Rachel
works as a graphic designer for a fashion magazine by day, but she lives for
the nights when she goes surfing in the moonlight swells off the California
coast or skiing at breakneck speeds in the Canada Rockies. Suppose Tobias has been an adjunct professor
at the local college for five years now and suspects he’s headed nowhere
despite his Ph.D., whereas Jake is a high school dropout rocketing up through
the ranks of his contracting firm thanks to his canny leadership skills. Suppose Cassie’s in night school so that she
can continue as a vet tech, always exhausted and always telling herself it’s
all worth it. Suppose they’re joined two
weeks after the war begins by War-Prince Aximili-Esgarrouth-Isthill, who got
his own self out from under the ocean without calling for help.
thing the Animorphs do is fly north and tell the governor about the
invasion. She calls the National Guard,
the president, and the United Nations. Within
a month, the yeerks have doubled their force on Earth and the two species are
in open total war.
The U.N. appoints a military commander to
oversee the Animorphs, a five-star general with thirty years of combat
experience. Jake and Ax both salute him
and call him “sir,” but they’re the only ones.
Cassie calls him by his first name when she asks about his family. Rachel and Marco hold side conversations in
whispered thought-speak throughout his briefings. Tobias sits in the back of the room, either
preening feathers or doodling on his intel packet depending on what form he’s
in. Every time he gives them an order they
thank him, leave the room, and then look at Jake to find out whether or not
they should obey it.
The war wears on for months, then years, and the
humans lose steadily.
Here’s the thing that it takes the U.S. and the
U.N. a dangerously long time to adapt to: every time they lose a soldier, they lose
every single scrap of intelligence contained within that soldier’s brain. Every single time they’re forced to leave a
man behind, they lose every base that person has ever visited, every file that
person has ever seen, every scrap of knowledge once kept secret in that brain. The humans start equipping their soldiers
with cyanide capsules; the yeerks start gagging hosts the instant they’re
Here’s the other thing they don’t figure out
until it’s too late: even hardened soldiers balk at shooting their own friends
and neighbors and siblings. Even the
ones with years of training will hesitate to shoot a child. The yeerks know this, and they take
David is the son of the deputy director of the
NSA, placed with the team in a blatant act of nepotism after he finds the morphing
cube. Rachel gets dishonorably discharged
in the aftermath of the “accident” that causes his death.
Dissent starts to grow large within the ranks of
the humans. Several believe that the
yeerks come in peace; several more believe that the humans should stop fighting
and negotiate a truce. There are still
pockets of people who insist that there are no such thing as aliens, and the
whole thing is made up to target certain types of people as “controllers.”
The yeerks take the entire Eastern seaboard of
the U.S. and Canada. There are simply
too many people, too densely packed; the human military cannot protect those
areas. The humans retreat to the Midwest
Visser One gets put in charge of the invasion
force, quietly moving Madra and Darwin offworld in the process. Marco and Rachel, acting against orders,
infiltrate her base and kill her and nearly sixty other high-ranking
controllers before they are themselves gunned down. The U.N. erects a statue in their honor,
makes fifty other morph-capable soldiers to take their place, and keeps
Jake and Cassie marry. She gets pregnant twice during the war, and knows
that she can’t afford to keep either pregnancy.
She never tells Jake about this. Later,
they will divorce in the last weeks of the war.
Visser Three once again takes over the invasion
of Earth; he thrives at open war. He
bargains and threatens and calmly assures the human forces that they will lose, and that there is only one
way to avoid death. All they have to do
is walk to the nearest yeerk compound, surrender, and let one of his warriors
take away all their worry and pain.
The human race is dwindling. There is no other way around it. The yeerks kill humans because they already
have more hosts than they need, and the humans kill humans every time they succeed
in bombing a yeerk base or shooting a controller. The species has already been decimated;
everyone fears that within a decade it will be annihilated.
The humans destroy a Blade ship. Forty humans and eighteen hork-bajir
Visser Three gets revenge by turning his dracon
canon on China’s east coast. Two hundred
million humans die.
The humans blow up a yeerk pool. Two hundred thirty-eight humans die.
The yeerks blow up Rio de Janeiro. Twelve million humans die.
So it goes.
The human armies take refuge in Brazil and
Argentina, in Tanzania and Angola and the DRC.
The yeerks have control over the entire northern hemisphere. Communications between the two continents are
constantly intercepted. Jake and Cassie
and Ax go on mission after mission after mission, no one bothering to tell them
what to do anymore. Tobias comes
sometimes; more and more since Rachel’s death he’s nowhere to be found.
Food runs short.
Electricity runs out. In the heat
of the summers and the cold of the winters, in the times when a few handfuls of
dried sorghum are all that can go around, dozens of humans quietly slip
away. The controllers are well-fed,
well-equipped, well taken care of. All
it takes to earn safety and comfort is to give up your soul.
Three years pass this way, and the andalites
They are merciful: they rescue the few hundred free
humans who remain before they blow up the planet.
100 journal prompts for you to pick out each day:make and decorate a little jar, write all these prompts on bits of paper (or just print them out) and put them in the jar, and then pick out one each day and write about it in your journal. if you are thinking about starting one, this is a good excuse to start!
1. your favourite band right now 2. the last concert you went to
3. dear ______, here is something ive never told you
5. body positivity
6. what kept you awake last night?
8. some things that make you happy
9. cultural appropriation 10. colours
11. dear past me 12. fluffy blankets 13. highs and lows of today 14. a playlist for when you are feeling sad 15. how did you feel this morning?
16. your favourite book 17. your friends
18. ten quotes you love
19. someone you really want to punch 20. dear future me
21. your pets
22. the most fun you have ever had 23. your sunshine
24. what did you dream last night? 25. what are you worrying about?
26. places you have enjoyed visiting
27. a playlist for when you’re angry 28. what song makes you dance? 29. draw your feelings 30. someone who inspires you 31. how was your week? 32. write something down that you can’t tell a soul 33. who, from your past, would you not mind seeing? 34. something that scared you today 35. write a wishlist 36. what are the world’s problems today? 37. ten restaurants you love 38. what is your saddest memory? 39. what are you looking forward to? 40. a playlist for when you are happy 41. your favourite season 42. a headline from the newspaper today 43. what did you learn this week? 44. write a letter to someone you need to forgive (this could be yourself). 45. how do you stand out from the crowd? 46. short term goals 47. what would you like to do today? 48. list your otps 49. what have you been thinking about the most today? 50. your strangest talent 51. thoughts on religion 52. reality check: something you need to realise but can’t admit to yourself 53. do you believe in karma? 54. what is your greatest weakness and strength? 55. do you feel like you belong? 56. five songs that make you smile 57. are you happy with yourself? 58. a memory with a family member 59. why you are grateful for someone 60. where are you right now? 61. someone you admire 62. a good movie you watched recently 63. what can you smell right now? 64. dear ______, i love you because 65. a playlist for when you’re uninspired 66. the worst place you have been to 67. a song that really resonates with you 68. what does your dream room look like? 69. what is the weather like right now? 70. if you wanted someone to really understand who you are, what would they have to read, listen to, and watch? 71. where do you see yourself in 10 years? 72. have you been bullied? 73. are you an artist? 74. one word that describes your mood 75. how are you feeling, pal? 76. do you feel you were born in the wrong era? 77. something that inspires you to become an activist 78. what do you dislike about yourself and why? 79. something that makes you laugh 80. top ten movies to watch 81. who is the most supportive person in your life right now? 82. make a collage that is aesthetically pleasing for you 83. don’t hold back, just vent until your hand hurts 84. if you were an animal, what animal would you be? 85. who do you miss? 86. first five words that come to your mind 87. do you sometimes doubt your existence? 88. a playlist for dancing to 89. long term goals 90. the most disappointed you have ever been 91. how are your relationships with others going? 92. your ideal world 93. paste an image here 94. somewher you would like to be right now 95. why are you upset? 96. talk about your best friend 97. ten people you want to meet 98. a poem you like 99. your favourite story 100. what makes you smile?
so like, i know a lot of people are always like “well, the ideal ferengi is probably quark” and like, i get it. i get why you’d think that. but like, i don’t really see that side of him, i mean–
the thing is, right, if i sorted quark into a hogwarts house, i’d drop him in the gryffindor box right away. and i don’t think that’s very ferengi, no?
and to all of those going “well, quark is a coward” - he is, but only when he has time to think about it.
there are so many moments where quark throws himself at a fucking opponent when he has no goddamn chance of winning, because… well. it’s not fucking profit, is it? quark actually will put himself in fights he has no chance of winning, often to protect others as much as himself.
like, as much as being a ruthless spy is kind of a front for garak, who has a soft spot for orphans and can’t bring himself to kill children, ferengi norms are kind of a front to quark, whose natural instinct is often what i’d describe as “fucking savage” even though he’s 60lb and is too short for every rollercoaster
[this is from s2e4, invasive procedures)
like, quark is a product of ferengi culture and he thinks like a ferengi, quotes ferengi rules of acquisition continuously, but like, he’s actually quite noble, especially compared to a lot of his fellows.
like, they kind of explore this in the quark as a klingon episodes - quark would actually be a pretty decent klingon if he had the right upbringing and training. he understands nobility in a way that many of his ferengi counterparts just don’t, and he can be tremendously brave - standing up to people three times his size, throwing himself into fights he can’t win, et cetera.
and let’s not forget that in the mirror universe, quark forgets profits and focuses on saving people. the mirrorverse individuals have similar traits to their prime ‘verse counterparts, but are developed differently. and in that ‘verse? quark kind of tries to be a hero.
“Enantiodromia” is a Greek word that means “a running counter to”. The philosopher Heraclitus used it to refer to the tendency of one thing to turn into its opposite. In Jung’s typology, in practice, it’s what we could call a change of attitude, or a reversal of type. This can happen in a number of ways and for a number of different reasons: But, in this article, we’ll focus on what happens when the unconscious personality (centred around the inferior function) invades and overturns the conscious one (centred around the dominant). This is not unlike “The Grip” of contemporary MBTI discussions: However, the way it progresses is a bit more elaborate. Essentially, Enantiodromia consists of A) overvaluing the dominant function and attitude – which I’ve called Hubris, a word meaning pride and defiance of the gods – followed by B) an overwhelming invasion of consciousness by the inferior function-attitude – which I’ve called Nemesis, meaning divine retribution.
Jung’s Enantiodromia focuses on a certain chronology, an order of events. It goes something like this:
Development of a one-sided consciousness: the dominant function-attitude is overvalued, and everything else is suppressed.
Strengthening of the inferior function-attitude in the unconscious: “As above, so below.”
Inhibition of conscious performance by the inferior function-attitude.
Total breakthrough: the inferior function-attitude overtakes consciousness, resulting in a kind of nervous breakdown.
This violent psychological “coup” ideally rebalances the individual’s psyche.
In past ages, we believed that gods and angels would regularly interfere in our lives, or that demons would possess us against our conscious will. An uncharacteristic bout of rage was the work of Ares; hopelessly falling in love was the work of Aphrodite. Now, we call these things influences from the unconscious. With this in mind, we can make allegories for the process of Enantiodromia using elements of mythology and religious stories; wherein the divine principle, the deity, is the unconscious; and the heroic principle, the protagonist, is consciousness. Two stand out:
The first allegory is Hubris and Nemesis, terms from Greek tragedy. Hubris is the sin of pride in the face of the gods. The prime example is of Icarus flying too close to the sun, his brashness overcoming the warnings of his father Daedalus. The image of a falling angel might also remind us of Lucifer, cast down from heaven, also for the sin of Hubris or pride in the face of God. Nemesis is the divine retribution, the goddess whose whole purpose was to enact punishment on the people who succumbed to Hubris.
The second allegory is the Deluge. The Deluge is an almost universal myth, in which a god floods the earth and its people to purify it. In the Judeo-Christian tradition, this is the story of Noah’s Ark. Humanity is corrupt and has sinned against God, so He floods the earth. He uses Noah as a kind of hard reset: the image of the Ark making landfall at the tip of a mountain, surrounded by ocean, is representative of the new beginning of consciousness emerging from the turmoil of the unconscious.
The goal of this process is to regulate and rebalance the psyche. It can’t operate properly when it’s cut off from itself: when consciousness and unconsciousness stand in stark opposition. When the inferior function-attitude invades consciousness, it destabilises and tears down the one-sided attitude: eventually replacing it with a new conscious attitude that, ideally, is more open and receptive to compensation from the inferior functions.
I’d point you to my Jung Abridged series, where each type description includes a rough picture of what happens when the type succumbs to Hubris, and is subsequently overcome by Nemesis. However, I’ll also include a brief chart here:
Request: Can you do one where the reader and Jim are dating secretly, because if the federation found out Jim was dating a crew member he could get removed as Captain, but then you find out you’re pregnant. “What the hell do we do now Jim?”
Curious do you headcanon any chara as trans I think Forrest is a t guy
Oh, boy… This is me keeping it short, ftr. I could go on far longer. Severa is a trans girl. Cordelia and Lon’Qu were incredibly nervous and scared after present!Severa was born because they had no idea how they’d parent someone they knew would be a girl in the future, especially considering Lon’Qu’s issues. Selena is partially scared of going back to Ylisse because she knows when she returns, everyone will know she’s a trans woman because of her present self having been born. Inigo actually hits on Severa so much to reinforce that people do think of her as a woman. Part of the reason Severa is so hateful against Pegasi is how they never let her ride them as a child, and she took that as an insult on her feminity. Once she got older, she figured out that it was because of her hostility, not her trans status. She can ride Pegasi now. She’ll never admit she was wrong, though.
Takumi is a trans guy. Part of his intense disdain for Corrin stems from his frustration at his family idealizing a time in the past that he finds it incredibly difficult to look back on because he was forced to not be himself. He spent a long time attempting to learn to use the Fuujin Yuumi because he believed only men could do it and he saw that as affirming, and he was crushed when he learnt women could wield it too after the fact. Sakura bought him his first binder after getting tired of having to heal him from doing it in unhealthy ways.
Beruka’s parents abandoned her at a young age because of her femininity. She gravitated towards her adopted father at first because he let her be feminine, but over time, he began to enforce in her that femininity was impractical and a weakness and emotionally manipulated her into suppressing it. She’s distant and untrustworthy because of the duality of the first man who let her be feminine also teaching her that femininity is her greatest weakness. Camilla deliberately plays up her femininity around Beruka to try and undermine that, by being someone who is both extremely feminine and strong.
Soleil had an extremely difficult time figuring out she was a woman at first because of how closely she related to her father, and how attracted to other girls she was. Once she came out, she tried to rationalize away her lesbianism as jealousy, but that didn’t work, and she quickly started falling for girls again. Odin attempted to help her choose a new name, but she found them all very silly, while Selena took her shopping and taught her dressing and stuff. The Soleil/Ophelia B support happened because Soleil was so overjoyed at the chance to try out a cis female body that she took it way too far, and was horribly guilty afterwards. Shigure painted pictures of her at each stage of her transition, and his final one, of them, together, brother and sister, is her most beloved treasure.
Introverted Feeling (Fi): Sebastian
is a free spirit. He doesn’t care what anyone thinks of him, which results in
common outbursts of inferior Te bluntness and lack of appreciation for the
people who do take an interest in his jazz music. His first two meetings with Mia
are negative, because he’s so wrapped up in his own problems and feelings that
he fails to take hers into consideration. Sebastian doesn’t really care what
others think of him, and is motivated by his strong feelings of “like or
dislike”; when Mia confesses that she doesn’t much care for jazz, he tries to
change her mind by introducing her to different varieties of it.
Extroverted Intuition (Ne): He is
a dreamer, who idealizes the past with the desire to re-invent it for the
future; he has lots of ideas about how he can do this, but plans them ahead
less than he trusts himself to innovate and improvise in the moment. Sebastian
is quick to read things into Mia, and leap to conclusions. He believes in
pursuing his dreams and goals, but does not seem motivated, so much as he is bound to the ideas in the present. His
strange way of seeing things appeals to Mia. He prefers to indulge in his
interests (music, cooking, jazz) more than strive to meet his goals.
Introverted Sensing (Si): He
loves old things. His clothing choices speaks to the past. He loves old movies.
He wants to grasp onto an ideal of the past that never really existed, and make
it into something new (mostly for himself – Fi) but also for future generations
to enjoy (Ne and Si). His impression of Mia is subjective; much of what he
pushes her to do, is tied to his own experiences with things (one should not
give up on their dreams, and one must pursue what they want). Sebastian lets his house go to pot, because he is so
disinterested in his sensory environment; he’d rather be working on his music
than unpacking his flat.
Extroverted Thinking (Te): His
decisions are motivated more through feelings than logic; he disobeys his boss,
plays what he wants in the restaurant, then storms out when told off. Tactless comes to mind on his worst
days; Sebastian is downright rude to
Mia on their first two meetings, because he’s preoccupied with his own
feelings. He says things in the heat of the moment that are cutting and
hurtful, but also true. Though he
struggles to reach his goals, as the story goes along, he becomes better at
self-organization and manages to achieve success.
I'm just currently a little confused about some information going around about Sappho? Some members of the lesbian community are saying that Sappho's bisexuality was fabricated by men as a way of erasing her lesbian identity and I'm just wondering if there are sources to support this or if it's just another case of biphobia?
Here is the deal: No one knows the exact truth about Sappho. What we have is fragments of poems and some very flattering words from the Alexandrians. Besides having a ballpark of when she lived (600’s BC) and where (Lesbos), we know almost nothing about her.
But that’s really not the point.
Sappho wrote lyrical and romantic poetry about men and women because it was her job. She got PAID for this, presumably. We don’t know how she really felt about any of it. It certainly seems like she cared about the people she wrote about, and maybe she did. Or maybe she was just a really good writer.
Our culture is full of generalizations about history and historical figures. But it is only when Sappho is claimed as bisexual that people wring their hands about how we don’t know for sure. Applying any label to a historical figure is technically dicey, but it is only the bi ones that have to prove it 100% beyond a shadow of a doubt. The word lesbian, used to refer to women who are attracted to women, didn’t even exist in her time, but you don’t see people interrogating lesbians over historical inaccuracy.
Longer Answer with Historical Context (or, Ellie finally gets some use out of her Classical Studies degree):
The context of Sappho’s relationships with women is kind of complicated. Sappho ran a thiasos, a sort of informal finishing school for young unmarried women. Upper-class families would send their daughters to these academies for instruction in proper feminine behaviors, as well as music and poetry recital, before they transitioned into married life (Krstovic). Aphrodite, the goddess of love, was the patron deity of the thiasos, and Sappho frequently used symbols of Aphrodite - flowers and garlands, perfumes, incense, and outdoor scenery – as part of her love poetry to the young women under her tutelage (“Sapphos”). Many of Sappho’s poems were actually marriage songs for these girls when they left to marry men.
Sappho’s thiasos may be considered the female counterpart to the male education system. In the Athenian Greek world, it was common for older men to take a younger boyfriend, and this was an important part of training the boy for his adult public life , providing him with connections he would need to operate in a democracy. In Plato’s Symposium, Pausanias (himself an older lover), describes the relationship in terms of education. “When the former (the older lover) has the power to contribute towards wisdom and distinction, and the latter (the younger beloved) needs to acquire education and accomplishment” (Klink p.196-197). So if you want to talk about cultural differences, and how you can’t apply modern definitions to people in history, there’s your first point: When we talk about Greek homosexuality or Sappho, we’re talking about pedophilia, not the adult relationships that define modern gay/lesbian, bisexual relationships.
So Sappho was probably writing to under-aged girls. Athenian Greek readers would have probably seen an echo of their own pedophilic system in Sappho’s poetry. Whether or not they respected it the same way they respected their own male system is debatable, and given that women had such a poor role in Athenian society, they probably didn’t. But they would have recognized it as the same system, even while believing it to be “inferior”. Greek men saw female forms of the pedophilic system elsewhere. By 100 CE, Plutarch described Spartan women taking girls as lovers, as the explicit female counterpart to the male practice (Klinck 197). This may be late archaic Greek idealization of the past, but it introduces the idea that men would have been aware of women following similar homosexual practices. In Plato’s Symposium, Aristophanes talks about women who love women and equates it to heterosexual love, in that both heterosexuality and lesbianism were inferior compared to male homosexuality. He treated lesbianism as a joke, but he is clearly drawing parallels between it and male homosexual practices of the time (Klinck, 196-197).
But for all her same-sex love poetry, Sappho didn’t seem to have a queer reputation until 100-200 CE, nearly 800 years after her death. The earliest reference to Sappho’s sexuality doesn’t come until the second or third century CE, from a papyrus based off the earlier work of Chamaeleon. “She has been accused by some people of being licentious in her lifestyle and a woman-lover.” (Klinck, 194-195) “Woman-lover” is pretty clear, but take a minute to look at the word “licentious.” The verb is ataktos, meaning “not properly regulated,” “out of line,” or “unmanageable.” This word is important because it tells us about her sexual reputation.
By the Athenian period, women from Lesbos may have has a reputation for “unmanageable” sexuality, in much the same way the modern Western world stereotyped certain races and nations as more sexual. They may have especially had a reputation for oral sex, a more “slutty” act than ViP intercourse in the ancient world. In Wasps, a play by the Athenian comedian Aristophanes, the character Philocleon says he snatched up a flute-girl when she was going to “lesbianize” a man at the party, meaning she was going to perform oral sex with him (Klinck, 195). The effect is to equate the country with “unmanageable” sexuality. Other references to lesbian actions are less clearly oral, but definitely sexual in nature. The joke seemed to be that women from Lesbos were so sexual, they’d even do anything, even each other.
So Sappho’s reputation was one of “unmanageable” sexuality, whether she was writing homoerotic poetry about girls or lusting after younger men. When people imply that Sappho’s male relationships were made up in order to make her seem “straight,” they are forgetting that those stories did nothing to improve her reputation, but just made it worst. In one of the most popular stories about Sappho’s love life, told by Ovid and comic poet Menander, Sappho falls in love with a beautiful young male sailor named Phaon who will not have her. Finally in despair, she commits suicide by throwing herself off a cliff into the sea. The point in making her fall in love with a man was never to make her seem safely straight. The point was to make a joke at her expense, about how she was so sexed up, that even as an ugly old woman she was throwing herself at young men who would never be interested in someone like her. Ovid and Menander weren’t saving her reputation; they were painting her as a slut. As 21st century bisexual women, the stereotype parallels seem obvious to us.
The later focus on Sappho’s licentiousness, either towards women or men, may also be the product of shifting sexual mores. After all, there are nearly 300 years between Sappho’s life in (circa 570BCE) and her appearance in Athenian comedies and philosophies circa 300BCE, and nearly 800 years before she is discussed in poetry treatises in (200 CE). Research Anne L. Klinck observes, “Attitudes towards sexuality changed in the fifth and fourth centuries BCE, and perhaps the poetry of female passion came to be regarded as unseemly” (196).
No one knows how Sappho’s poetry was originally published while she was still alive, but by the Era of Alexandrian scholarship in the second and third century BCE, her works were collected into a standard 9 volumes, none of which exists today, but we know that the whole first volume was made up of heterosexual marriage poetry, family, and religion. Because of her lustful reputation, her works were targeted for censorship first by Bishop Gregory Nazienzen of Constantinople in 380CE, and again in 1073 by Pope Gregory VII ( Krstovic). Most of Sappho’s work exists in fragments and scraps, and only one full poem still exists. Many of these came from Alexandrian textbooks of poetry and style, in which only short pieces were quoted as examples, because it was assumed the reader would have access to the full poems. These Alexandrian textbooks were not re-discovered until the renaissance. Other Sappho fragments come from 19th century discoveries of papyri scraps preserved in the Egyptian desert, and early 20th century discoveries of scraps used in the paper-mache liners of Egyptian of coffins (Krstovic), and more recently a lengthy portion of a poem about her brother was discovered on another papyrus scrap (Romm).
In the 19th century, Sappho became a symbol for a growing movement of women-loving-women, even giving them her name. In the 19th century, women who loved women were frequently described as sapphic women, even if they also had relationships with men. The distinction between lesbians and bisexual women wasn’t nearly as important as our culture makes it out now. Later the sapphic movement took its name from Sappho’s homeland, the island of Lesbos. The association came about because of her love poetry written towards the young women she taught at her school.
But the ultimate question: did Sappho write love poetry to men? The answer: not many, but yes. . Because of Sappho’s association with lesbians over the last few hundred years, modern writers tend to ignore her bisexuality. When discussing her supposed lesbianism, author’s will ignore evidence that she wrote of love between women and men, such as the epithalamia (marriage poetry), and many of the fragments are ambiguous, but clearly lack feminine endings. Some translators will purposely translate these ambiguous fragments with feminine pronouns to imply a female love interest, even when those endings are not clear in the source material. When translating Sappho in her study of homoerotic elements, Klinck gives an example of a fragment that is frequently translated as the feminine participle when the actual word is optative, and another example of a fragment with a masculine ending that “may not be significant” (Klinck 201). Translators can sometimes be forgiven for this oversight – many of them are trying to strengthen the argument that Sappho really was as queer as her reputation – but it is not necessary to risk misinterpretation to do that.
If there is a conspiracy afoot to fake Sappho’s poems about men to erase her lesbianism, we’ve never heard of it. But we have heard of a lot of lesbians whine that in honoring the full spectrum of what we DO know about Sappho, we’re taking something away from them. This is bullshit and biphobia talking.
We may never know the exact truth, but what we do know looks pretty damn bisexual to us.
- Ellie and Sarah
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Krstovic, Jelena. “Sappho: Overview.” Gay & Lesbian Biography. Ed. Michael J. Tyrkus and Michael Bronski. Detroit: St. James Press, 1997. Biography in Context. Web. 21 Feb. 2014.
Klinck, Anne L. “’Sleeping in the Bosom of a Tender Companion’: Homoerotic Attachments in Sappho” Journal of Homosexuality. 49.¾ (2005) :193-208. Database name. Web. 20 Feb 2014.
Welcome Back to 100 Days of Trump, where I try to explain WTF happened in 2016 through 100 works of fiction, and I think we haven’t had quite enough video games in the last three days, lets talk fallout. Now the Fallout series has a lot of depth, good characters, fun gameplay and interesting ideas so generally I recommend all of it….except Fallout 3….and Fallout 4….and Brotherhood of Steel…..Ok really just the first two games and this one, but the point is only New Vegas is really relevant to Trump, but play the first two if you like classic RPGs.
So everybody knows that Fallout is a post nuclear world, but the premise of the…good games is that society collapsed…..nothing really changed. People are exactly the same just with less fancy houses and and the sins of the Old World continue on to the future. So ok, sounds like post Great Recession America, how is this about Trump? Well FallOut New Vegas is about the player being trapped between three factions
Caesar’s Legion, a violent reactionary sexist, racist, right wing militant extremist group who advocate racial supremacy, and a return to an idealized past that never existed.
The New Californian Republic, A bunch of corrupt moderates who couch their language in the ideals of democracy and progressive ideals but are duplicitous, warmongering, and have become increasingly sexist, racist, classist, and undemocratic but look good compared to the first group.
Mr. House, a completely amoral rich plutocrat whose utter selfishness and open hostility to submitting to any form of control are mixed with surprisingly progressive social policies and honest look at the problems.
So New Vegas is an alternate universe if Bloomberg actually ran third party, and Trump wasn’t a complete idiot.
Today though, I want to focus on Caesar’s Legion. One of the themes of New Vegas is even though the US has been wiped out, everybody is clinging to symbols of the past, clinging to them out of context and justifying their actions by claiming continuity with the past. The NCR claims to literally be the US goverment despite a century long gap between the fall of the US and the NCR’s founding, or the fact that it doesn’t use our constitution, or the fact that it is only located in California. And its desire to seize control of all the American land means it prioritizes war over its citizen’s well being (stop me if this sounds familiar). Mr. House is determined to preserve the culture of Las Vegas, or rather the way we imagine Las Vegas, with all of the actual realities of Vegas culture removed, its the city center without the city around it, forcibly preserved by an immortal dictator. All the factions try to link themselves to a mystical past (a past we know is utterly whitewashed cause its our present), but the worst of them all, is Caesar’s Legion
See, Edward Sallow was a history nut of the old world when he read about the Roman Empire, and sought to recreate it anew in post apocalyptic Nevada, arguing that since Rome is the foundation of Western Civilization, a return to true Western Greatness. Wherever they go, they bring cultural purity, slavery, Roman era gender relations, and require absolute conformity to their way of life. According to Caesar
“Pax Romana=It means a nationalist, imperialist, totalitarian, homo genius culture that obliterates the identity of every group it conquers. Long term stability at all costs. The individual has no value beyond his utility to the state, whether as an instrument of war or production”
But here is the thing, speaking as a big roman history nut…..THAT ISN’T TRUE. Pax Romonus means “Roman Peace” and means just that, peace. Rome was an Imperialistic, slave owning, genocidal empire that could be extraordinarily brutal, but guess what? It wasn’t nationalistic, the Roman Empire was always borrowing ideas from other cultured cultures in order to improve their empire, it was extremely multicultural and interventionist. I mean
The Roman Navy was Carthaginian
The Roman Gods were Greek
Later they converted to a monotheistic Sect from Judea
For a while they worshiped a Syrian god named Sol Invictus
Most of the Elites Spoke Greek
The Roman Legionary Structure was influenced by the neighboring Samnites
The roman Calvary was almost always Gallic, North Africa, German or Syria
Trajan and Hadrien were Spanish
The Severun dynasty was North African/Syrian (and btw the dynasty that most resembled New Vegas)
The Ilyrian Emperors who saved rome from the Crisis of the Third Century AD, like Aurelian, Diocletion, Claudius Gothicus) were from the Balkans
Constantine was Balkan/British
Flavius Aetius (who defeated Atilla the Hun) was Scythian
Justinian and Belisarius weren’t Latin Roman
Hell after a certain point, almost none of the Emperors are Roman any more, instead they are German, or Hunnic, Syrian or Raba, Spanish or African, Gaulic or Balkan, non Roman Italian,
In fact, one of the main reasons why Western Roman Empire fell is that it didn’t allow the various Gothic/Germanic strongmen to become Emperor in their own RIght.
Rome was never a homogeneous unchanging culture, from Romulus to Constantine XI Roman is defined by its capacity to change and adapt, and its multi cultural empire gave it a lot of ideas to draw upon. And when you look at White Nationalists today who fetishist Rome, it is a rome they don’t understand. By the Way, that Hegelian view of history, that is believed by Steave Bannon.
Also…the transformation to dictatorship doesn’t go as Caesar claims, cause guess what? Julius Caesar didn’t invade a foreign nation, he had a civil war with his own country. And Augustus Caesar took pains to ensure that his Empire was a soft and nonthreatening as possible, the more authoritarian emperors like Septimius Severus were terrible rulers.
Also The Julians didn’t claim to be “Son of Mars” they claimed to be descended from Venus Goddess of Love, hence her role in the Aeneid.
Also Rome didn’t emerge out of a harsh brutal land to fight against the weak fat settled people, Rome emerged in Central Italy, a lush fertile climate. Hell according to legend, Rome was founded by the refuse and exiles from all the surrounding societies, who came to Rome for a second chance and married Sabine women. Honestly Caesar (the in game Caesar not real life, not Julius Caesar) seems to be confusing Rome with Sparta, and which of those two civilizations conquered the known world? I’ll give you a hint, it wasn’t the one with the eugenics model. It was the one with the independent aristocracy, and a Republic who did most of the conquest of Rome. This is a map of Rome at its height
and this is how much of that was taken by the Republic, not the empire
That is more than half, and a great deal of the remaining was conquered by Emperor Claudius, you know, this guy?
the one with the limp and the stammer and the twitch. Rome’s Empire mostly fought Romans, Rome’s Republic conquered.
And when the Legion tries to Cosplay as Real Rome, it never quite matches the true stories.
This stories resembles Roman propaganda, except…Rome rarely wiped out the entire population, in fact their empire was supported by a network of client kingdoms who betrayed their former rulers to side with Rome. One of the most important pieces of Roman rule that if you surrendered, you were treated fairly, if you fought a bit and then surrendered, you were treated well. If you fought to the death, stuck to your principles as Vulpes implies, then you were wiped out. Just ask the Jews at Masada how Rome respects those who fight to the last.
So we have a violent, militant, reactionary culture fetishistic a past that never truly existed and they don’t seem to understand to justify extreme racism, violence, and horrifying sexism in order to fight against a corrupt hypocritical but far less awful democratic regime. Sound Familiar
oh…..well that too but also this
Those who idealize history are always those who understand it the least, and New Vegas for all its buggy often frustrating gameplay glory, understands what happens when history is co-opted by those who don’t understand it but wish to use the symbols of nostalgia to justify their own atrocities. Isn’t that Right Ulysses, so named after the man who traveled the ocean for 10 year trying to find home and then freed all the Slave?
Edit: I also want to talk about this real quick
Yeah that whole “War is great for its own sake” macho bullshit? The Romans weren’t so into that, they were much more into “Hey, work for us, and you can keep all your stuff” There is a reason why all of the ancient rome spoke of Roman Treachery.
Even though Noctis is usually portrayed as an awkward, boyish, and somewhat nervous kind of guy, when it comes to his s/o he finds reassurance and confidence
Before becoming exclusive with his s/o, any of the guys would have bet mad gil that he would rather run through Pitioss for an eternity in platforming purgatory than be caught sharing an intimate moment in the presence of strangers and their ever wandering eyes
The first time Noctis kissed his s/o he was so nervous he accidentally kissed their nose instead of their lips due to the fact that his eyes were clamped shut in fear
The far left have begun to settle down and openly acknowledge the influence of imageboards in swaying politics and driving the cultural narrative. What’s more, they have come to realize they no longer have the cultural capital of youth to rely on after a decade of polarisation due to unchecked social justice progressive identity politics.
But they still don’t comprehend that the meme power of 4chan is only effective because it is resonating with youth who face increasingly aggravating conditions and quality of life. Youth who threw their hopes behind obama, ronpaul, occupy and Bernie sanders; only to see their enthusiasm crushed and rolled back into reasserting the establishments grip. Radicalism ensues where democratic representation is systematically denied.
The far left are the underdog now via years of broadly held negligence of the responsibility in commanding the narrative and ignorance in the face of a radically transformed global order that undermines antiquated mainstream values of hopeful multiculturalism and cultural relativism.
The radical left can’t “punch” their way out of this one when the next generation despises them for their clearly desperate, if not amusing violence to cover for the lack of an answer or left wing vision to deal with this new global (dis)order of late stage capitalism and the decay of western led globalism. Youth identify that, past punching back nazis, the left offers nothing constructive or reassuring to the dangers and issues of contemporary nature. If not that, the previously outspoken icons of progressive values circa 2010-2015 have gone silent either from exhaustion from social justice callout hysteria (that eviscerated progressive millenial leadership) or persistent news of cognitive dissonance triggering events (if not plainly emotionally overwhelming) like upset right wing victories (trump, brexit) and exponentially growing islamic terrorism/violence that becomes an ever increasing obstacle course to be an apologist for.
So yeah. If you look into left wing discourse today, all you see is a frantic agitation and alarm toward the far right, culminating in a single rallying cry: “punch nazis.”
There is little else to glean from the left today but this call to action, which is figuratively a desperate cry to return to the liberal normalcy and assumed permanence of 5 years ago. Unless. Of course, you look into Leninist and other staunchly communist circles of discourse that remain undeterred in their criticism of western geopolitical and social hegemony, while other radical left have turned to uphold these corrupt systems in their desperation to fight back a rising tide of fascists and nationalists. Hence the odd sight of pop-anarchists marching in the wake of brexit, in defense of the EU, a supranational entity to primarily benefit the corporate elite of the richest member states of the union.
Because of this, youth now increasingly favour far right dogma because it is the only political force that offers a path out of this shit, even if it means walking back the achievements of the mainstream left. The radical and moderate left only offers more hopeful ignorance and desperate antifa posturing (co-opted from anarchists) in spite of monthly Salafist attacks in europe that continues to erode the social democrat Foundation they stand on the shoulders of.
This leads to curious cases such as Jon tron, a man of Iranian heritage, grasping onto white nationalist talking points in what appears to be a a spell of self-loathing and disillusionment.
Without a constructive and unapologetic platform to captivate aimless, frustrated people in the middle, struggling in the new global order left by boomers (and gen x), the left will continue to lose ground in dramatic fashion.
They are waking up, but are still slowly and begrudgingly peeling back sedimentary layers of accumulated progressive arrogance and hubris that made the left an ineffectual if not functionally reckless laughing stock of a political idealism the past decade.
Intersectionality will be the key in the left wing’s future platform to rise against the alt right, but not in the way progressives of the 10’s have mismanaged it, but in accommodating the issues, awareness and especially the internal criticisms of the wide world and it’s various ethnic, social conditions.
Perhaps a global community of autonomous platforms and critics mindful of sovereign limitations and conditions. Not total universal values, protectionism and collectivism, but common grounds..
Or something. Hard to give words to it.
I’ve been giving a lot of thought toward what a functioning left wing platform could be.
Prompt: Ryan doesn't like to talk about his life before the crew and neither does Ray but pent up emotions hurt. Maybe it's time to talk... or scream.
Okay, I’m gonna be honest, this one has been on my mind since you sent it to me. Like I totally hardcore am in love with this one, so I thank you so much for sending it to me Anon:
Ryan’s the only one out at this time of night, shoulders hunched, hands buried deep in his jacket pockets. He’s not sure why he decided to go for a walk this late, but there’s only so many infomercials he can watch before he wants to rip his hair out. Walking seemed like the lesser of the two evils, even if Los Santos is eerily quiet that night.
Ryan’s life has never been quiet. He spent the first sixteen years of it in and out of foster homes, group homes, and juvenile detention centers. He’s used to loud and crazy, and he practically thrives on chaos. So, when he gets a moment of actual silence, he tries his hardest to preoccupy his mind before his past catches up to him, but sometimes he’s too late.
Tonight is one of those nights.
He doesn’t know why, but his parents have been on his mind all day. He hasn’t thought about them in years, and even then it had been a passing thought. It’s kind of hard to think about someone he doesn’t know; his mother leaving him at the hospital two weeks after giving birth to him and his father fucking off the moment he found out he was going to be a father.
When he’d been younger, no older than four or five, he used to dream about his mother showing up at his home of the week and taking him off to some random house in the country. In his dreams, they raised cattle (and possibly some chickens), and they were happy and together, but then he’d wake up and remember he was alone.
Other times, he’d dream about tracking his father down and making him pay for abandoning him, but unlike the dreams about his mother, these followed him into adulthood.
Ryan’s life has always been a bit of a cliche. Orphan boy gets abandoned by his parents, doesn’t get adopted, and decides to take up a life of crime. It’s a regular Lifetime movie. Granted, if his life ever became a Lifetime movie he’s going to have a serious talk with the writer of that script. Mainly a long drawn out interrogation in which he demands to know how exactly this person procured information about his life.
Before Geoff hired him, he’d done a lot of freelance work. Different crews, different people, different jobs; anything to distract him from long silences. It’s hard to get trapped in his own head when he’s going about 120 down the streets of Los Santos while cops try their hardest to blow out his tires. He’s been a wheel man, a hit man, a brawler, a body guard; he’s been accused of being a loose canon more often than is healthy. He’s killed, maimed, tortured. He’s been kidnapped, arrested, on death’s door more times than anyone has a right to be, but he’s still around.
He’s not invincible, no one is invincible, and once in a while he has that startling realization that he’s living on borrowed time, but they’re all living on borrowed time. Criminals come with an expiration date, every one of them, it’s just a matter of when exactly his would catch up to him.
Ryan stops walking, looking up at the building he had ended up at, snorting softly. He’s not surprised his feet brought him here, in fact he’d be more surprised if he had ended up somewhere completely different. It’s become a regular thing for him on nights like these, finding himself outside of Ray’s apartment.
He debates whether he should keep walking or go inside, the last thing he wants is to wake Ray up, but before he can continue on his phone buzzes in his pocket. He pulls it out and looks at the screen, opening the new text message.
your stalking skills need work rye get up here before the neighbors call the cops
Ryan wants to send something snarky back, perhaps something about the lack of punctuation in Ray’s message, but he knows Ray will just send him back a bunch of random emojis so he refrains, putting his phone back in his pocket.
He crosses the street, heading up the steps, pulling the door open. He takes the elevator up to the fifth floor, picking at a hangnail. When the doors open, he steps off the elevator car and walks down the hall to Ray’s apartment.
The door is ajar and when Ryan pushes it open a Diet Coke is shoved in his face. He takes it, offering Ray a small smile, and says, “If you keep this up, I might have to marry you.”
“You couldn’t handle all this awesome,” Ray retorts gesturing to himself. He walks away from Ryan, heading towards his TV, turning off the game he had paused. “Couldn’t sleep?”
“Something like that,” Ryan confesses, putting the unopened Diet Coke on the counter. “What about you? You having trouble sleeping, too?”
“Something like that.” Ray’s always been hard to read. It used to bug Ryan endlessly, trying to see past his easy going attitude to gauge how he’s really feeling, but now it’s just another part of Ray that he finds a little endearing.
“You wanna talk about it?” Ray asks curiously, leaning against the back of his couch, crossing his arms.
“Not really. Do you?” Ryan’s not the most chatty person in Fake AH, something he and Ray have in common, but he’s willing to listen.
Which is kind of hard when Ray’s not willing to talk, but what did Ryan expect? Neither one have been really open about their feelings, did he really think Ray would start spilling his darkest secrets just because Ryan asked? It’s not like he did when Ray asked. He has to face facts, he’s a heavily guarded person who is friends with an equally heavily guarded person. Talking about whatever it is is never going to be a big part of their relationship.
An idea suddenly creeps up on Ryan and he wonders why he never thought about doing it before. “Huh.”
“Come on,” he says and turns on his heel, heading out of Ray’s apartment.
“Where are we going?” Ray asks, hurrying to catch up, barely taking the time to shut his door.
Ryan doesn’t answer, too preoccupied with his plan. He finds what he’s looking for after a few minutes, yanking the door open, and turns to face Ray. He grabs his shoulders, giving him a quick smile, and asks, “Do you trust me?”
“If I say no are you gonna throw me off the roof?” Ray replies sarcastically but returns the smile. Ryan snorts, letting him go, and turns back towards the roof access door, heading up the stairs.
It’s breezy outside and cold, and Ryan immediately regrets this plan, but he’s committed. He walks towards the ledge, looking down at the street below, and he hears Ray say, “Uh, you’re not…” he trails off. “You sure you’re okay?”
“I’m fine,” Ryan responds turning to look at him. “I know we don’t talk about our pasts for a reason. We’re not like the others, and I doubt we’ll ever be, but maybe this will help.” He gestures to the city behind him, hoping Ray gets it, but knowing he’s not making enough sense for anyone to get it.
Ryan puts his back to Ray, takes a step back, and screams into the night air. “FUCK YOU!” His words echo back at him and he takes a deep breath and yells again, “FUCK YOU!”
He’s not sure who exactly he’s yelling at; maybe it’s his father, perhaps his mother, maybe it’s his five-year-old self deluding himself into thinking he could ever have a normal childhood, but it feels good. It feels great.
Ryan feels their shoulders brush as Ray moves to stand next to him, and suddenly they’re just two boys standing on a rooftop screaming at the top of their lungs. It’s not an ideal solution and their pasts will still be lingering in the back of their minds come morning, but for tonight, for right now, they’re just Ryan and Ray.
And that has to count for something.
Okay, I listened to this song on repeat while writing this. And thanks again for this prompt.
trahison des images (The
Threachery of Images or The Treason
of Images) is a painting by the Belgian surrealist painter René Magritte,
created around 1928-1929. The description of the work is very “simple”: it can
be seen the image of a pipe with the inscription “ceci n’est pas une pipe” (“this
is not a pipe”).
The explanation of this
contradiction is given by the same Magritte:
“The famous pipe. How
people reproached me for it! And yet, could you stuff my pipe? No, it’s just a
representation, is it not? So if I had written on my picture ‘This is a pipe’.
I’d have been lying.” (From: Wikipedia)
Then the representation
can’t be taken for the real thing. The painting and the reality are two things
very different. This idea is a manifest against realism of XIX century. And
this is not all. The initiation of the thesis can be traceable in the Allegory
of the Cave by Plato and his theory of Forms or Ideas that holds the reality
just can be represent by forms (ideas). It is the reason which Plato expelled
the poets of his ideal republic. But past is not the only way that this can be
found. The phrase of the philosopher and mathematician Alfred Korzybski (“The
map is not the territory”) and the theory of simulation and hyperreality by
French philosopher Jean Baudrillard are another example, in different areas of knowledge,
of this position where A is not A, not matter how similar they are.
The reformulations of
this singular and sometimes confused theory are very varied. Just an example
more (the most fun that I found). One special person in April’s Fool 2017 illustrated
and take further the “ceci n’est pas une pipe” of Magritte. Shinhwa member Jun Jin
published in his official Twitter the photos with inscriptions very similar and
different at the same time with those of the Belgian painter.
[April’s Fool Notif] This person is not an actual person. It’s CG.
[April’s Fool Notif] This person is not an actual person. It’s a doll.
[April’s Fool Notif] This person is not a celebrity. He’s a Vapp staff.
[April’s Fool Notif] This person is not a celebrity nor a Vapp staff either. He’s a billiard player.
The result of this series
is really funny, strange and broke rules. More cause the star is always [April’s
Fool Notif], an obvious wink of the joke that he plays with SHCJ, but one can’s
stop of thinking that is “not” and “is” is the expression of possibilities that
each person can have in the life. Fortunately, Jun Jin “is” a celebrity, a
beautiful person and not only, he’s too the smile and dream of a lot of people around
And a last joke.
This person is not Jun
Jin is Park Choong Jae.
(All translations in english of the tweets of JunJin account belong to hearts-shinhwa.
Creds. of photos in the photos itself,
if is not there and you know how is the owner, tell me for giving the credit. If you notes that there are some errors, please make me knows. Thank you)
Few works of science fiction have captured the fun,
drama, and action of the space western as well as Cowboy Bebop. Few works of fiction, period, have developed such a
unified sense of style either; music, editing, color, movement, all work in
unison to provide one of the fullest experiences anime has to offer.
If you haven’t entered the world of Cowboy Bebop yet, then bookmark this page, go watch it, and come
back later. You’ll be doing yourself a service. And you’ll also understand this
article, which will be looking at the color pie identities of the six main
characters. Buckle your seatbelts, folks, and let’s jam.
Despite wearing a navy suit, Spike is stoked by the fires
of Red mana. Spike follows his gut, having little patience for the
investigative part of bounty hunting. He’s reckless, rude, brash, and bawdy,
and that’s why we love him. Anger drives him to compete with the cowboy Andy; apathy
means he won’t bother chasing down Faye.
Spike’s central narrative, however, reveals his strongest
passion: Julia. Spike used to be a hitman in the Red Dragon syndicate, but fled
with Julia to pursue their love. This doesn’t work out, but Spike still jumps
at any clue of Julia’s location. Emotional loyalty is one of the Reddest traits
Spike’s whirlwind emotions and martial prowess solidify him
as a mono-Red character.
In his old life, Jet Black was a hardboiled detective on
Ganymede. He earned the nickname “Black Dog,” because once he got a lead, he would
bite down on a case and never let it go. As a lawman, Jet was mono-White. But a
betrayal by a trusted colleague left Jet physically, and emotionally, damaged.
Jet shut himself off from others. His independence and
self-reliance grew out of loneliness. A pragmatic Jet Black rose from the ashes
of his police days, giving us a bounty hunter with many Black traits supporting
his White ones. Jet still aims to uphold the law, but now he does so with the
lawlessness of the bounty hunter. His friendship with Spike tests trust
constantly, Jet always skeptical of the motives of others.
Stuck between his past ideals and a realization that the
world isn’t so tidy, Jet showcases the conflicts within a White/Black identity.
Ceaseless flirt, addicted gambler, and people-user. Faye
Valentine is a paragon of Black/Red when we first meet her. She teams up with
the Bebop crew when it’s convenient
for her, often double-crossing Spike and Jet. Faye is running from debt
collectors, hitmen, other bounty hunters, and more. She trusts no one, letting
her wild life and in-the-moment desires propel her through the cosmos.
In the middle of the series, however, we’re exposed to
this other side of Faye. She was cryogenically frozen decades ago, awoken in a
world with no memory of her past. We discover Faye’s central drive: finding her
place in this new world of space colonization and outlaws. Faye works hard to
dig up the mysteries of her past, diligently putting the pieces together.
Ultimately, however, Faye realizes she can never reclaim that part of her life.
She must continue to look to the future and reforge her life.
Jetsetter Faye Valentine is introduced as a hedonistic
Black/Red character, but her character develops a subtle Blue streak as well.
Hau Pepelu Tivrusky IV
The hacker Radical Edward is certainly the strangest
member of the Bebop crew. Orphaned on
the ruins of Earth, Ed is a computer genius that uses her skills to solve
numerous problems in the bounty hunter lifestyle. She’s centered in Blue, using
logic, reason, and technology to hack her way into our hearts.
Except when she isn’t. Sometimes Ed seems like a genius.
Other times she acts almost feral, growling and howling along with Ein. These
are classically Green traits, though Ed also displays Green’s naïve willingness
to accept what it sees as truth. She whines and screams, hugs and hassles,
showcasing her emotional Red side as well.
“Eccentric” doesn’t quite cover Ed’s Blue/Red/Green
personality, which eventually takes her from the Bebop as weirdly as it brought her to the ship.
Arguably the most loveable character on Cowboy Bebop, Ein the corgi that joins
the crew early in the series. Most of the time Ein is busy doing dog things
like eating and barking and peeing. You know, the Green stuff that makes
But Ein has a secret. He isn’t just some Green animal.
Ein is a genetically engineered data dog, meaning his brain and whatnot has
been altered by science to be super-smart. Science making you a genius? Reeks
of Blue. Ein is so smart that he’s even displayed better hacking talents than
Ed. None of the crew ever recognizes Ein’s intelligence, leaving him to solve
problems here and there unnoticed.
As a genetically enhanced genius-animal, Ein is solidly
Vicious is Spike’s rival in the series, though they used
to be best friends when they worked for the Red Dragon syndicate. This friendship
fell apart, however, when a woman got between them. Both Vicious and Spike had
a thing for Julia, and Vicious is the one responsible for thwarting Spike’s
escape with her.
Remaining in the syndicate, Vicious soured over the years
and became even more violent. He has a harsh personality, cutting down anyone
who gets in his way. Without Spike or Julia, Vicious is left to fight only for
his own power. He eventually usurps the leaders of the Red Dragon, naming
himself the sole inheritor of the criminal organization.
Vicious’s brutality and lust for power darken him as a classically
See You, Space
Traditional to the western genre, Cowboy Bebop doesn’t feature a whole lot of White-aligned
characters. The frontier is a land of outlaws, violence, crime, and survival.
Spike and Jet make a classic bounty hunter duo, one reckless and one careful.
Faye rides in like a storm to shake things up, while the smarts of Ed and Ein
help the crew through their adventures. Vicious fulfils a standard archetype,
his cold demeanor foiling Spike’s animated nature.
Nugganites (Not to be confused with the fabled Nougat Knights, famed in dwarfish mythology as the ancestors who, at the beginning of the world, created the treacle mines and other subterranean sweets.)
The dwarfs are one of the most complex and developed races in the Discworld, and this is still incontrovertible canon. This is a book about how the world keeps spinning, about maturity, about preparing for change, about social responsibility, about terrorism and politics and cultural and industrial revolutions, and Sir Terry refused to let that keep him from giving us Nougat Knights.
Waaaiiitttttt where are you finding all this ghostbusters content???
i think i’m just gonna make this into a masterpost of all the videos i have so far. there are definitely more that i prob havent seen or forgot to add or w/e but this is most of it. also ghostbusters20-16 has a masterpost they update regularly when new content comes out