Took me a couple days but it’s time.
To anyone who watched Cville from a far, I want to remind you of something.
What that coward did plowing into a crowd of people from the safety of his car and then retreating to safety was not only an act of cowardice but an act of desperation. With 95% of news reports focusing on the attack, there has been very little coverage of how the rest of the day went for the Nazis, so consider this a PSA.
Make no mistake, Charlottesville was an unconditional defeat for the Nazis and the Fash. The day started out with hundreds of Nazis occupying Emancipation Park fully outfitted in makeshift riot gear and surrounded by a contingent of right wing militia in full battle rattle. It ended with 700+ antifascist protestors marching on the final 70 Nazis that were stupid enough to not leave the city. Antifascist demonstrators, outnumbered close to 4 to 1, literally fought an uphill battle through a single choke point against an army of assholes with shields, clubs, and a seemingly endless supply of OC spray with little more than our fists and our flags. The Nazis said they were going to hold Emancipation park and we choked them with their words. Within an hour, the park belonged to Charlottesville again, and the Fash were on the run in all directions. On multiple occasions I saw groups of maybe 5 or 6 protestors chasing off groups of Nazis five to eight times their size.
Festivities began at probably around 930 or 10 and by 1130, the entirety of downtown Cville belonged to Charlottesville, thanks to all of the various groups and individuals that came out to defend it. Once victory in the park was assured and the Nazis completed their general retreat, packed into their church vans and got the fuck out of dodge, all of the Cville defenders regrouped, rehydrated, and answered a call to defend a small group of protestors from approximately 70 Fash that were harassing them. We stepped off by the hundreds and marched with impunity through downtown with cheering from the sidewalks and the cars. About a block away from where the attack occurred, the bloc with which I was a part of converged with another contingent of antifascist protestors, bringing our total number to AT LEAST 700 (I honestly wouldn’t be surprised if it were closer to 1,000).
That’s when the Nazis pulled out their Trump card to try to win the day. This cowardly piece of shit who’s name doesn’t even deserve being written couldn’t cope with the fact that his little group of friends had fucking lost. They came out expecting Berkeley 2 and left in bandages and shame. When the left suffers a defeat, we sit with it, accept it, and learn from it, but these assholes can’t accept that their shitty ‘master race’ is one of utter inferiority and resort to attacking innocent people from the safety of 4,000 pounds of metal.
And even in such a moment of horror, we came out on top. Faced with a situation that none of us expected, street medics and medically trained protestors responded in seconds by the dozens. The following hours long minutes were filled with the greatest acts of compassion for comrades that I have ever witnessed. Medics stayed cool, calm, and collected while providing life saving interventions and preparing accurate and complete patient assessments. By the time EMS arrived, early interventions were mostly complete, and prepared assessments were given allowing triage to be completed accurately but with haste, so that EMS could immediately begin evacing and transporting patients to higher care. It’s a devastating shame that our comrade and fellow worker Heather Heyer had to give the ultimate sacrifice for a cause in which they believed, but I have no doubt that if it weren’t for the actions of the first responders, there would have been several others that would suffer the same fate.
So with that, I would like to conclude this poorly thought out piece of writing with this: Consider the victims of Saturday’s attack. They weren’t a small isolated group of protestors, nor were they in the middle or rear ranks of the bloc marching to the final showdown of the day. They were in the very front. Our comrades were going to be the first to tell the final Nazis that their bullshit isn’t going to stand; not in Cville, not on the East Coast, not in America, and not on the entire fucking planet. Every single one of them is a hero of the highest degree, and don’t fucking forget that. From here on out, we each need to strive to be where they were, to be the tip of the spear against the rise of fascism in this country. So next time you here of a gathering of fascists, be it five or five-hundred, show up. Show up for yourself, show up for all victims of fascism past, present, and future, and show up for Heather Heyer and all our comrades at the front who risked life and limb for our cause and the greater good.
Prior to Saturday, prominent neonazi Richard Spencer said that Charlottesville was going to be a turning point; that “people are going to speak in terms of 'before Charlottesville’ and 'after Charlottesville’”. Let’s show him exactly what that means.
I wish you would write a fic about Scott getting werewolf drunk with Derek and accidentally letting it slip that Stiles is on love with Derek. (In honor of your drinking) ;)
“Scott, I’m going to kill you!”
The door of his apartment banged open and for the first time in years, Scott jumped in shock. His coffee mug hit the kitchen tile and shattered, piping hot coffee splashed over his bare feet, and he suddenly remembered Stiles saying at some point that he was learning how to mask his presence from werewolves.
Apparently he mastered that particular skill.
And how to magically and silently open a deadbolt.
Normally Scott would pick up Stiles’ familiar heartbeat two floors down, and his jeep while it was still a ways down the road, but this time, there had been nothing. No heartbeat, no jeep, not even footsteps in the hallway—until suddenly there was everything. Elevated heart rate, clouds of anger wafting through the apartment, Stiles stomping closer, furious for some reason, and Scott could do nothing to prepare himself because for the first time in his life, he was hungover.
He was dying, because just the night before, he discovered in the stupidest way possible that yes, werewolves could get drunk with the right tools and a little determination. And the right tool was some crazy strong alcohol Stiles brought back from Poland last year that could punch straight through even an alpha werewolf’s metabolism. And what did he do with that discovery?
Like a college freshman away from home for the first time, buckling under immense peer pressure.
He was hungover, he was dying, and he was an idiot.
An idiot who Stiles was apparently about to murder, judging by his murderous expression when he turned the corner and locked his wild, murderous gaze on Scott. His hair was tugged up in every direction, he’d probably slept in that loose and stretched shirt, and he had the manic energy of a man who’d been roaming the streets looking for vengeance.
It had been years since Scott last felt any kind of inkling of fear towards his best friend, but right then, standing in his underwear in a puddle of hot coffee, feeling nauseous and fuzzy and somehow bloated—he was horribly aware of the mountain ash that Stiles always had on him. It was the emissary’s favorite threat towards werewolves who pissed him off, and while he rarely ever followed through with it, that murderous face promised no empty threats. Just revenge.
Scott stepped out of the puddle of hot coffee. That was really all he could do to improve the situation.
“You told him,” Stiles accused, eyes narrowed with rage as he stalked closer. “You actually told him, I can’t believe you would tell him!”
okay so i’ve gotten a lot of requests to do a retold
fairytale about pocahontas, which is a really reasonable thing to request since
i’ve done so many retold tales about disney movies, but here’s the thing
pocahontas the movie is easily one the most messed up things
that modern media has ever produced, and i’ll belt out color of the wind like
nobody’s business, but that doesn’t change the fact that disney took a history
about lying, abduction, rape, and torture and … turned it into a love story.
which. what. who thought that was a
so. look. this is the only retold fairytale i have in me for
pocahontas. i know it’s not what anyone who requested this actually wanted, so.
we’ll keep disney’s aged up premise and characters, because
the truth is just too sad to touch at all. we’ll keep pocahontas as her name,
because it wasn’t her real name (her real name was matoaka).
okay here we go
we have pocahontas, the young daughter of chief powhatan.
she is spirited and flighty, having no fear of jumping off waterfalls or any
other manner of dangerous things. what does she fear? growing up,
responsibility, having to be a grown woman in her tribe and all that that
entails, of being forced into a marriage she doesn’t want.
she grew up with kokoum, she knows him, he is a good man and
a strong man, he will provide for her everything she could need or want – but she
doesn’t think that’s a good enough reason to marry him. he’s a good leader, he’ll
probably be elected to replace her father when the time comes, and she will
move on from being the daughter of the chief to the wife of the chief.
something in her rankles at being the daughter of, the wife
of, to being just ‘of’ anything.
I started learning martial arts after watching Jet Li’s first movie The Shaolin Temple. I think I was seven years old at the time and my grandfather took me to a movie theater in Chinatown. He knew that I was watching a lot of kung fu movies on television. In San Francisco, in the Bay area there was a kung fu theatre; that was like their double feature on the weekend. So he took me to The Shaolin Temple and he was like “that’s real kung fu! All the stuff you were watching before was fake, this is the real stuff”, and I totally bought into it. From that moment on I wanted to learn martial arts, and it wasn’t until I was 11 that my mom finally found a master for me to learn from. From that moment on I just never stopped training.
The Voice of King Mickey: A Tragic Piece of Disney History
If there’s one thing that bugged me about being in the Kingdom Hearts fandom, it’s the fact that it seems to be the general consensus that the new voice of King Mickey isn’t as good as the old one.
Which I can actually understand because it’s like night and day when listening to King Mickey in Kingdom Hearts 2 compared to Birth By Sleep.
And when asked what’s wrong with the new voice, most of the time people say they’re not really sure… it just sounds off.
But I just learned something. Apparently the new voice (Bret Iwan) was originally hired to just be an understudy to the old voice actor (Wayne Allwine) so essentially Bret was going to learn from the master and essentially have Wayne as a voice mentor.
Unfortunately, this didn’t end up happening as Wayne tragically passed away from complications caused by diabetes a short time later.
Which means that Bret was suddenly hired as the new voice of Mickey Mouse with basically no professional training. Bret could still do the voice, but couldn’t obtain any of the knowledge about Wayne’s experiances that spanned for over 30 years. Any personal tips about inflection, emotion, or even inner character interpretation was lost.
And what was one of Bret’s first gigs as Mickey Mouse? You guessed it, Birth By Sleep.
So imagine. The legendary voice of Mickey Mouse passed away before Bret could really learn anything and now he is suddenly forced to voice a generally happy go lucky character in a serious light that is vastly different from anything else the character has ever been in. That must have been terrifying.
So I’ve always felt bad for Bret. He was given the short end of the stick and did as best he could, again, without any real training from Wayne Allwine before he tragically passed away. It’s a real sad situation for all involved.
And not to mention that Wayne voiced Mickey in Chain of Memories…. but it was around the time when his health really started to decline… he sounds tired and you can really tell he was very ill while voicing that game. So not only do we have an entire game where Wayne was really sick, but this is also the last prominent voice for King Mickey before he passed (excluding non-verbal noises in 358/2 Days).
So essentially the Kingdom Hearts games hold a tragic turning point in Disney History. It captures the slow declining health of the legendary Wayne Allwine right before he passed away (which honestly makes it difficult for me to replay Chain of Memories) and it captures the slow climb for Bret Iwan who didn’t even have the chance to learn before becoming the new voice for King Mickey.
In the end, I’m glad that most people have learned to accept Bret over time. He’s definitely grown into his role and you can tell the difference between Birth By Sleep and the newest instalment, 0.2 A Fragmentary Passage.
It’s just really sad that Bret’s transition to be the new voice of Mickey Mouse happened in this genuinely devastating situation for all involved. They did their best in bringing the voice of King Mickey to life despite the challenges they both faced and I have the highest amount of respect for them.
We were talking about poetry,
one winter afternoon,
the sky the same hue as your eyes,
but with the darkness of mine.
You told me, “All poetry is about
sex, God, or death.”
I teased you,
“How could you forget about love?”
and transfixed me, my love.
You’re all my poetry
ever talks about.
So let me attempt to learn
from the masters,
I’ll try my hand
at the other topics
that consumed them.
But how can I write about sex
and not write about you?
In my head
there is a map
of your body
and a winding path
that my lips and hands
long to follow.
Your body is a fire
and I’m desperate to burn.
But how can I write about God
and not write about you?
I touch your hand like
I’m turning the pages of a holy book,
but I love you with the fierceness
of a sinner turned devout,
I love you like you’re my last chance
I love you because we know the ugliest
parts of each other,
but we still choose forgiveness
every single day.
Your love is the bookmark I forgot
about from the chapter in my
childhood when I believed
You are the miracle who taught the
atheist to have faith.
But how can I write about death
and not write about you?
If death had come for me
before my lips had brushed yours,
I would have surely walked the earth
as a ghost, unable to move on
because if I have a purpose, a calling,
it must be to love you with
every fragile cell
of my mortal body.
And someday you will die,
and I do not know if I
will still be around to see it,
but of this I am certain:
and crack itself open
in its grief,
and the seas will wish
they could drown themselves,
and maybe the sun
will even blow herself out
because how could she
bear to shine
if you were not around to see it?
Anyway. Today’s Industry Kudos goes to the combined efforts of the Webbys Team/Gillian & David’s publicists that:
Kept David’s presenting under wraps until the VERY LAST MOMENT.
Put in their respective riders that “under no circumstances are David William Duchovny and Gillian Leigh Anderson to photographed together, either platonically or in a canoodle-like fashion at any event (including but not limited to the Fox Upfronts) prior to the presentation of Gillian Anderson’s Webby Award.”
And if not in reality then at least in my mind, added that: “because we, as purveyors of The Internet, know that their combined presence (hereafter known as “Gillovny”) makes the fandom suffer, and we would like to leave them salivating for AS LONG AS POSSIBLE in order to promote our Awards Program. P.S. ENJOY YOUR GIFS YOU FUCKIN NERDS CAN’T WAIT FOR Y’ALL TO ANALYZE THESE FEW MINUTES FOR THE NEXT FUCKING MILLENNIUM P.P.S. STREAM OUR AWARDS SHOW TOMORROW BYYYYYYEEEEEEE”
Requested by @memento-amare: “
How about #85 (“You have the most amazing eyes.”) with Shiro?”
A/N: My first Voltron story! Yay! I hope you like it!
Prompt 85: “You have the most amazing eyes.”
Shiro was not one much for flirting. He never felt the need, never was interested in anyone that way. But boy did you change things. Since the paladins saved you from a Galra ship Shiro was a blushing mess around you. Though you’re oblivious to it.
You’re the first human they’ve saved from a Galra prison. And Earth being to far to return too, the castle became your temporary home. Everyone was like a family that you just got adopted into.
You do what you can to help out. Often times you help train. Your old job on Earth was as a trainer. You know multiple fighting styles. Leading you to often show them some new moves in hand to hand. Especially Shiro because his arm is his weapon.
But whenever you just lightly touch him to help his form, he tenses and blood rushes to his cheeks.
The others know of his infatuation and have been trying to get him to talk to you since you got there.
“Seriously Shiro, what’s the worst that could happen?“ Lance shrugged. He would be the one to ask that.
“The worst? Rejection, embarrassment, immense awkwardness” he listed the many poor outcomes.
“Or she has the same feelings” Pidge chimed in.
“I don’t even know how I’d tell’ her” he sighed looking down at the floor.
“Flirting would help, show your interest” Lance said, standing from his place on the couch.
“Do you even know how to flirt?” Keith raised an eyebrow. Shiro only shook his head. Like said before, he never had this kind of interest in anyone.
“Well then welcome to Flirting 101 fearless leader” Lance welcomed Shiro. The other Paladins just stared at him. This can’t be good.
“Okay I’ve got to hear this” Keith chuckled. “Same here” Hunk looked over at Lance.
Lance went to begin but was cut off by Allure and Coran entering the room. “Why aren’t you all training?” She questioned, hands on her hips.
“We have more important matters Allura, we have to teach Shiro to flirt” Lance exclaimed throwing a fist into the air.
“Okay now I’m interested” She sat as well did Coran.
“Gather ‘round my teammates, learn from the master.” The others just groaned.
“Why am I worried all of a sudden?” Shiro pinched the bridge of his nose.
“Okay step one: catch their attention. Observe” he said before turning to Allura. “Sup, the name’s Lance” he smoothly said. Allura scoffed before shoving him away.
“Yeah that’s going well Lance” Keith called out. Eliciting laughter from the toehrs. “Think you could do any better?” Lance questioned.
“I don’t know probably” Keith shrugged while Lance crossed his arms.
“This is ridiculous. Coming from a girl, just compliment her and be honest. Don’t try and be anything you’re not. Plus she already knows you so just carry it like a normal conversation.” Pidge slumped back in to the couch crossing her arms.
“I agree. Just being yourself should be enough” Allura agreed. Shiro was relieved to have gotten some actual advice. He could do this. What’s there to worry about?
His thoughts were cut off by your angelic voice entering the room, “Did I miss a call from a meeting or something?” You had just came from the training deck. In just work out clothes.
Shiro’s face was ablaze. The clothes hugged your figure perfectly, and their was a lot of skin shown. Damn, you’re so beautiful. Quickly diverting his eyes, he couldn’t do this!
“No, we were just talking about random things.” Pidge answered, the others nodded. Shiro didn’t dare look at you.
“Oh, okay. Well I’m going to go clean up, see you guys at dinner” You commented suspiciously before exiting the room. Thinking about how that was a bit odd.
“Dude now’s your chance! GO!” Lance yelled as the others shushed him.
“Let the woman shower damn” Keith huffed. “Talk to her before dinner” he suggested and the others agreed.
“Okay, yeah, I can do this” he said with confidence.
He stood outside your door, “I can’t do this” he muttered backing up.
“Do what?” he jumped at the sound of your voice. You couldn’t help but giggle as you dried your hair. “Sorry I didn’t meant to startle you”
“O-Oh it’s okay, I was just. I had to talk to you about something” he sputtered, his cheeks red and hand rubbing the back of his neck nervously,
“Okay, come on in here” You motioned for him to follow you into your room. Setting the towel aside you both sat on your bed. “What’s up?”
“Oh, uh, well. I have to tell you something, and I just I uh.” His stuttering and sputtering was beginning to be hard to follow. He saw your confused expression, he mentally hit himself.
‘Just compliment her’ Pidge’s words rang in his mind. He examined your features, randomly picking one.
“You have the most amazing pies” wait what?
“Excuse me? Pies?” you giggled as his blush deepened.
“Eyes! You have the most amazing eyes!” correcting himself. He couldn’t be more embarrassed, “You know what, I um, this was a mistake” Standing up to leave.
You caught his hand before he could get far. “Hey wait, sorry I laughed it was just cute” smiling at him. He sat back down, “Really?” you nodded.
“Tell me what you wanted to say” You squeezed his hand. “Scouts honor I won’t giggle”
He chuckled, the smile gracing his face was stunning.
“I, well. I’ve just had these feelings for you. Feelings of wanting to be something more than just friends. And I’ve been so worried for rejection that I haven’t told you and I get all flustered around you. You’re just gorgeous and amazing.” he looked over at you. His cheeks still red as ever.
Your expression was a mixture of being stunned and happy. He likes you? He likes you! Finally a grin beamed on your features. “Well, I can ease your mind by saying I feel the same thing”
As soon as your words registered his nervousness evaporated as his smile matched yours. “Really?”
“Yes really! I have for a while and I guess I just didn’t want to get in the way of you being the Black Paladin and the leader. I didn’t want to be a burden” you confessed.
He took your other hand in his, “You’re never a burden. You’re a valued member of this team. And a valued person in my life”
Unable to hold yourself back anymore, you crashed your lips into his. Catching him off guard. Though he immediately responded. Releasing your hands to cup your face. It was passionate and needy, you both had been waiting for this since you first met.
It felt like it lasted hours but ended when your lungs needed their precious oxygen.
You both smiled at each other, foreheads resting together. He stared into your deep [e/c] eyes. “I meant what I said about your eyes” he stated out of breath.
“I know, but fyi I make a mean pie as well” you laughed. He laughed with you, a tinge of red on his cheeks still.
“I guess you’ll have to make me one sometime” he chuckled.
“I guess I will, but for now this will have to do” you muttered before meeting his lips again. Both of you finally were getting something to make up for that time in that ship. Each other.
“Alright Shiro!” Lance whispered ear pressed against the door.
“I can’t believe he said ‘pie” Pidge sighed.
“I know right, but I wish there was pie” Hunk commented.
“Do you ever not think about food?” Keith asked, the only one not eavesdropping.
“Nope” Hunk said with a smile. “Fair enough” Keith shrugged.
“I’m happy for them though” he added before pushing off the wall. The other paladins followed, saying “Agreed” in unison.
After years of saving pennies, working multiple jobs, and one too many
nights of boxed wine and Ramen noodles, you had finally, finally, saved enough money for a down payment to buy your own
apartment. Sure it was small and on the top floor of an elevator-less building,
but it was yours, and that’s what mattered.
In a bid to save money like a responsible homeowner, you also decided
to paint the place yourself, and with a little cajoling and a little blackmail
concerning that time you filmed him singing ‘Beauty and the Beast’ while he made a PB&J, Bucky grudgingly agreed to help as well.
I haven’t been writing much for SVTFOE because I got a lot of feedback from everyone saying they wouldn’t like that kind of content on this blog. So I’ve decided to take my thoughts for SVTFOE to Cartoon Universe’s YouTube channel. This is the first of what I hope will be quite a few analyses on Star Vs. I’ll be posting the transcripts for those videos on this blog.
This might change, if there’s overwhelmingly negative feedback like last time, but I feel like it’s an okay compromise since it’s a little more discreet. With that, let’s get started!
Eclipsa has always been
the enigma of the Butterfly family. While each queen of Mewni has her own
motif, and chapter in the book of spells, Eclipsa is unique in that she seems
to have an entire domain as her motif, that of the darkness. In other words, while
the other queens all occupy slices of the realm of “light,” Eclipsa, it seems,
is the exclusive occupant of its diametric
This is, of course, as
far as we’re aware of in the canon of the show. We know that of all the
chapters in the family spell book, only Eclipsa’s has a connotation of being
forbidden, requiring Glossaryk to unlock it.
Given the intrigue surrounding
the character, Eclipsa’s re-emergence in the narrative raises some questions
about where Star and the series are heading.
What initially was a
struggle for power between “good” Mewman’s and “evil” monsters, was shown to be
much more complex.
Mewni is a kingdom rife
with inequality, with leaders who care about their subjects but at the same
time view them as easily suggestible and lesser than themselves. Monsters,
likewise, are not homogenous, and suffering from poverty, under the table politicking,
Over the series, the
“evil” has taken many forms, from Ludo’s attempts to steal the wand, to
Toffee’s manipulation and destruction of many of the characters.
Amid all of the
interpersonal conflict, though, there has been another steady narrative going
on. Star herself has been changing throughout the series.
One thing to recall is
that Star was originally sent to Earth so that she could better be trained to
be a queen. Coming to Earth was a compromise she made so she wouldn’t be sent
to St. Olga’s. Interpreted this way, a
lot of the series is geared towards Star’s becoming more and more becoming of
someone who deserves to be the Queen of Mewni.
From being able to fight
and defend her kingdom to being able to deal with other people in a mature and
diplomatic way, Star’s experiences are honing her to be a better person and a
better Queen, and the series is documenting that.
Something that is
generally agreed upon is that Star is
maturing. She’s made many personal sacrifices for the things she cares about,
destroying her wand (not once, but twice), risking her life, leaving her life
on Earth in order to protect her friends and her kingdom.
After the Battle for
Mewni mini-movie, there is seemingly little else to prevent Star from being
considered a true queen. In Queen Moon’s words, Star wasn’t just “a happy child” any more. She has
become significantly stronger, more patient, more selfless, and more
responsible than when she was first introduced.
At the same time, it
appears as though the “evil” she’s supposed to be against is reformed, or vanquished,
marked by Ludo’s commitment to reflection and Toffee’s apparent destruction.
It’s striking that the
end of the Battle for Mewni showed Eclipsa’s crystal being fractured. But her
appearance as a potential threat to the main characters might be subtler than
those of the previous antagonists.
What Eclipsa Represents
Eclipsa made her first
appearance in Into the Wand, on her tapestry from Star’s memory of the Grandma
room. And her status as a member of the family was until then kept hidden from
Star, as we learn in Star and Marco’s Guide to Mastering Every Dimension.
The Butterfly family likely
felt that Eclipsa’s very existence was too dangerous for Star to know about at
this point in her life. Later, in Page Turner, the Magic High Commission react
with much fear that Star is reading Eclipsa’s chapter in the book.
But then, when we
finally see the end of the episode, she appeared unaffected by the new
information presented to her.
In the end, all her
reading amounted to Star’s using only one spell, the all-seeing eye, a spell
meant to watch someone else without their knowing.
From the way the older
characters reacted to Star’s reading Eclipsa’s chapter, we had expected spells
on murder, death, and in general of a much darker nature.
It’s worth noting then,
why a surveillance spell is up there alongside those of say, Eclipsa’s spell to
kill the un-killable monster.
It may very well be that
the show is framing things like consent, choice, and nonviolence as important
values that need to be upheld. And this puts in clearer perspective, why
Eclipsa is so feared in the first place.
A persistent theme in
the narratives of Eclipsa is simply her person.
Eclipsa isn’t often viewed by the characters as a previous queen of Mewni, or a
great and powerful wielder of magic in so much as she’s simply Eclipsa.
In the show, her name
needs no introduction, and she herself requires no qualifiers. When characters
mention her, all of the weight her name carries speaks for itself, and the
listeners react with corresponding awe and horror.
And we gather then,
based on context, all these other facts about her.
In Into the Wand, we
recognise her as a previous queen because of her presence in the Grandma Room.
In Baby and Page Turner, we get a glimpse of just how powerful Eclipsa’s magic
is and the fear she brings with her.
Yet we’ve seen similarly
powerful magic users before. Rhombulus was able to contain her, and based on
Baby’s assessment, Star’s power could Rival Eclipsa’s own, but they don’t elicit
the kind of fear that invoking Eclipsa’s name does.
Something unique to
Eclipsa, then, is a certain self-orientedness we don’t see in other queens,
which, coupled with her power, makes her both unpredictable and terrifying.
For instance, while the
other tapestries in the Grandma Room, both from Into the Wand and the Guidebook,
showcase previous queens of Mewni in terms of their motif, a great act they did
for the kingdom, or something they stood for, Eclipsa’s entry is very personal.
“Eclipsa Queen of Mewni to a Mewman King was wed, But took a Monster for her
love and away from Mewni fled.”
Unlike those of the
other queens, Eclipsa’s tapestry is very focused on her private life. Even the
image on the tapestry captures an un-queenly aspect of her life, her being held
by a large demon, wearing a ring on his finger.
From the episode Moon
the Undaunted, we know that the tapestries don’t capture the moments in the
exact way they happened. Even Moon’s blasting off Toffee’s finger was stylised
for the tapestry.
This highlights the idea
that the representations captured are great and decisive moments in the lives
of the queens.
For Moon, it was being
able to intimidate the un-killable monsters and preventing them from attacking
the kingdom. That act not only saved Mewni, but cemented her role as a strong
and capable queen, earning her authority in the eyes of much older parties.
In that way, Moon’s
moment had large- and personal-scale implications worth recording.
If Eclipsa’s decisive
moment was her choosing personal interest, that is, her demon love, over her
kingdom, then the large-scale implication is apparent. Mewni’s queen had left,
and her daughter, or the next Butterfly in line would be queen.
On a personal level, it
tells us a lot about Eclipsa. She’s not only aware of her own power, but she’s
also very confident about it. Her identity isn’t tied to being a queen or to
Glossaryk himself said
that the only queen who had never bothered him with questions was Eclipsa. Her
character has a large focus on interiority, and it’s likely she made a lot of
her decisions on her own.
individuality on its own, doesn’t seem to be dark and evil. That in itself ties
in with many of the show’s themes about prejudice and making judgements.
What that individuality
and stubbornness has brought, though, is a lot of very powerful spells that impinge on
the lives of others. A common theme linking the spells for “Power of darkness,
forces of evil, eternal suffering, blah, blah, blah” that Star saw in Eclipsa’s
chapter is their disregard of others.
When spying on Marco,
Star would have rather seethed on her own rather than be honest about her
feelings, or at least talk to her friends so that things wouldn’t have been as
awkward. And the use of that power was intoxicating, because she was calling
these shots on her own, seemingly detached from the mercy or wants of others, but it
didn’t respect Marco or Jackie’s privacy.
The act of killing
someone else is the ultimate disregard for their being an individual, because
it likens their life as something worth much less than the life of the killer. Toffee’s
attempted erasure of Star and Glossaryk, particularly in the context of means
to an end, exemplifies that.
The reason Eclipsa’s
chapter and dark magic in general may be so dangerous is its promotion of this
very impulsive and self-oriented worldview, which is probably not something to be supported
in a queen, who is to be responsible for many individuals.
The theme of singularity
in Eclipsa is even more apparent now, as she appears to be the last of her
generation of Butterflies, being Star’s ninth great-grandmother. She’s been
encased in her crystal, alone for hundreds of years.
Now that she’s
returning, the carefully crafted narrative that things were always a certain
way, or that a princess always had to follow certain steps before becoming a
queen, could change drastically.