spent a while on this whew

So, I’m seeing Nalu shippers still fretting about what’s going on in the manga right now.

They’re anxious because a) Natsu is still with Lisanna or (mostly) b) because Natsu is NOT with Lucy.

Re: a) Honestly, the more chapters that have gone by, the less it looks like Mashima is doing anything much with Natsu and Lisanna’s relationship, besides trolling. (*grin*) Natsu is totally focused on busting out. Lisanna alternates between worry over her siblings and situation & berating Natsu for even vaguely glancing in her direction.

Lisanna’s character has always been strongly tied to her relationship with Elfman and Mirajane (besides that one omake about Happy hatching). She’s always prioritized her siblings over everyone else, to the point where she didn’t reveal herself to Natsu in Edolas to spare the feelings of Edo-Elfman and Edo-Mira. Even when she returned to Earthland, you can see the difference in her reunions with Natsu and her siblings. The latter packs a much stronger emotional punch.

At Tenrou, after a short time partnering with Juvia, Lisanna is back with Mira in base camp. When it’s time to go attack Hades, she readily volunteers to stay with her wounded siblings. In the holding hands scene at the end of the arc, she’s between Juvia, her exam partner, and her sister Mira.

After their return from Tenrou, Lisanna joins her siblings in the mountains for training. At the Grand Magic Games, she mostly shows up in panels that have to do with her siblings–looking on anxiously during the Bacchus-Elfman fight, or in the infirmary with Elfman, or standing next to Mira.

And now this. First, she’s paired with Elfman and sent to protect an ex-councilor. Elfman sells his soul to Sayla to save her. Now, she’s at the Tartarus HQ where Mirajane is being turned into a demon. I’m pretty sure that Lisanna’s relevance here has something to do with Mirajane’s situation. Perhaps her role is to bring demon Mira back to sanity, like she tried to do with Elfman before her supposed death. Perhaps seeing Lisanna in danger will cause Mira to bust out of her tube in rage.

There are sound reasons based on plot and existing relationships to have Lisanna in Tartarus right now. Creating some kind of love triangle would be at the bottom of the list–even if it is there at all.

Now on to point b). (Whew.) Why isn’t Lucy at Tartarus yet?

Well, one of the great things about Lucy and Natsu’s relationship is that they are not joined at the hip. While their bond is arguably one of the strongest in FT, they do have relationships with other people. In Edolas, for instance, Natsu and Wendy spent a lot of time together. At Tenrou, Lucy’s relationship with Cana was emphasized.

In pretty much all arcs since the beginning, Lucy and Natsu have separated to take care of their own business. They were barely together during Fantasia or the Tower of Heaven. In the Tenrou arc, it took over twenty chapters before they had a real Nalu moment (the fight with Kain). Even during Eclipse, they separated a lot: while fighting the Hungry Wolves executioners, or after f!Rogue killed f!Lucy, or when Natsu had his brilliant idea of eating Atlas Flame’s fire.

In short: what’s happening now is consistent with what Mashima’s done in the past with each of these characters. He’s well aware of how popular the Natsu-Lucy relationship is, because he’s the one who’s been developing it all this time. We can trust him to take care of it.

(Plus, he’s really good about giving us extra-manga Nalu goodies–like the snowball fight picture he tweeted or the magazine cover with Lucy’s hands on Natsu’s shoulders–oh, those shoulder touches and casually-draped arms kill me sometimes.)

Whew! I just spent all day upgrading my Navigation page to include a link to a page of Ship Tags and I upgraded those ship tags to include every possible combination of characters including platonic pairings with Steven and excluding Yellow Diamond because honestly I’m just not emotionally prepared to embrace the idea of shipping her with anyone yet.

So, that’s an accomplishment in itself. But wait, there’s more! While I was going through each of the almost 800 posts on this blog, I started a running list of a few of my personal favorite text conversations that never made the cut for the “5k notes and above” page, just for fun. Check ‘em out below if you want!

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anonymous asked:

"I had told Frank—Leave me. But he could not." Claire thinks awfully highly of Frank. He didn't leave but he also dictated every term of his staying, & got a child in the process. And had side women to get what C couldn't give. He gained nothing by leaving but gained a lot by staying. Having wife and child was a requisite for any professional man in the 40s/ 50s. To me, his staying wasn't altruistic or indicative of some great love for C. It was calculated to help himself, maybe tangentially C.

Well, that’ll teach me not to go into automatic brain-off when I see the name “Frank” four words into a paragraph. Had I paid attention when I read Anon’s message the day Knife Wumman 🔪 @just-a-wretched-woman gave it to me, I wouldn’t have worried about my Too Much of Frank bias when answering it… because there’s no question in the message… No question asked = No answered required. Woo hoo! 🎉🎉🎉 Too Much of Frank bias not be damned!

In a nutshell, I agree with you 100%, dear Anon. Allow me to illustrate with others’ photographic assistance.

Frank: The Story of A Man Who Would Bore Me To Tears So Thank Goodness He’s Fictitious - Whew! As Told By Frank In His Own Words Accurately

I shall introduce you to my parents as Mrs. Frank Randall. My mother will say how interesting your parents named you Frances and you grew up to marry her Francis. We shall all do the dance of joy. Then Father and I shall smoke cigars and talk about business, and politics, and world history, while you and Mother wash our feet, massage our shoulders, and keep your traps shut.

This is the best honeymoon EVER! The hours spent with you Reverend are the most rewarding of my life. Now, do you think my esteemed ancestor Jack Black Randall enjoyed history as much as I do? I bet he would have been a historian had he not been God’s gift to all things military and justice and drop-dead gorgeous men.

Yes, you’re back and I am so grateful. I’m sick of eating in the university cafeteria and sending out my laundry. With the money I’ll save on housekeeping, I’ll finally be able to buy those first editions of the Historians Rock series. AND when I get ready-to-pass-out drunk on Bridge nights, you could get out of bed and come to get me, rather than one of the poor fellows having to drive me home. This is going to work out nicely. Score!

No Rev, that can’t be why she’s avoiding me and speaking only to Mrs. Graham. She always loved my mandatory at-home Jacobite history lectures. I fascinated her with stories of their weakness, and stupidity, and ill humour. No matter how often she heard my telling her, she couldn’t believe the Jacobites chose to wear silly skirts and never purchased expensive, dashing uniforms like my red-coated ancestors so proudly wore. She learned so much from me about the realities of the Jacobite Risings. Ha ha ha ha ha. More like Jacobite Fallings, am I right?

You were with another man for three years… Yes, a homeless man who begged on street corners on the wrong side of London with you. I know that. I fail to see why you’re so riled up about it. You were hungry. He was hungry. Neither of you had any cash nor your husband’s signing privileges at The Club. It was smart of you to beg in pairs, but I’d appreciate it if you would use your inside voice when you talk about it. There’s no need to disturb the Reverend’s prayer circle with your hysterics.

Of course he was only a street begger. Don’t be ridiculous. He was a begger and nothing more. You could never be happy with another man. I mean, look at me. Listen to me. Read my published work. Think about how much you missed me every single minute of the past three years. Think about how you cried yourself to sleep every night, lonely and cold and unloved. Your happiness begins and ends in my arms, when they’re not full of books and papers and the History Department syllabus.

I’ll humour you, if I must Claire, but the guy sounds like a real loser. I imagine an awkward, short, fat, pockmarked-faced old wanker with a willy so small, you’d call it a button. When you’ve got prime rib at home, why on earth would you want a button-size wiener elsewhere? Honestly, Claire, this attention-seeking is getting old fast.

Oh, Claire! I knew it! I just knew it! The fellows in the Biology Department insist pregnancy results from heterosexual sexual intercourse, but I knew it. I KNEW they were wrong! Wait until I get back to work. I can’t wait to see their faces when I tell them Mother was right. Babies come from wishes and hopes and dreams. And after a few months, the stork arrives with a bundle of joy for a heterosexual couple to love and protect and raise to grow up to be a historian just like their brilliant father! I just knew it!

These are my conditions, Claire. You shall forget about the awkward, short, fat, pockmarked-faced old wanker with a willy so small, you’d call it a button. You shall never utter his name again. You shall resume your place as Mrs. Frank Randall with all its benefits. You shall forget about nursing and begin your new, grown-up career as my wife. Your duties will include all housekeeping and childrearing, as well as all domestic planning, shopping, and entertaining. You will accept me as your lord and master, and will treat me accordingly at home and around the globe. My wish shall be your command. Oh, and other duties as assigned.

RED HAIR!? Slightly slanted blue eyes? THAT’S not the baby I ordered! I demand to speak to the stork. And that cooing sounds suspiciously like the Ghàidhlig.

Disclaimer: boyneriver knows Tobias Menzies is not Frank Randall. boyneriver recognizes Tobias Menzies as a brilliant actor, and wishes him nothing but happiness in every facet of his life. boyneriver won’t apologize for having fun at Too Much of Frank’s expense.

#Too Much of Frank   #ReduceFrank   #F-bomb Frank

whew finally drew something legit on my tablet! it’s been a while since i spent over a month on that animation (i procrastinated a ton tho)

i really like this but my judgment might be skewed since i finished at four in the morning