Another Pocket envy. However, this one is of the brotherhood variety. Note: these envies are much more needy and whiney than than 2003 variety. Make sure you select the homunculus that is best suited to you.
DISCLAIMER: This is an essay I wrote for an English class, in which we were asked to write someone a letter of advice. We could choose whoever we wanted, whether fictional or real. We were required to relate this letter to one previously read article or essay from our English book, but don’t worry, you don’t have to read the essay to understand this prompt. This is my letter to Envy the Jealous. And sorry, it’s really long.
For someone whose roots are strongly connected to us,
you and your siblings have a rather bleak outlook on what it means to be human.
Some of your other siblings seem to merely think we are weak, foolish, even
laughable creatures they can manipulate to their disposal. Triggering humans, pushing and pulling to
create hostility, facilitating wars and massacres—even being the head of an
entire militaristic country!—it all comes too easy to them…to you. Your entire
family is righteously proud of who they are, being almost immortal homunculi.
You are stronger, more resilient, powerful… But you, Envy, are slightly
What your family see as worms, not dignified for a
second glance or thought, you see as a threatening race. When they couldn’t be
bothered by actually having an emotional reaction to us, you actively hate
mankind, and it delights you to see them suffer. It causes you unadulterated
joy and happiness to see a human’s eyes crumble in grief and despair. You have
no regrets in shooting an innocent little Ishvalan girl in the face for the
mere purpose of starting a war. You don’t even blink when you kill an innocent
brave man for merely being intelligent and putting the pieces together of your
creator’s too-ambitious plan to sacrifice the people of Amestris in order to
become akin to a God (which will fail, I guarantee it). In fact, recounting the
fact made a certain light glint in your sinister purple eyes, and you laughed
at the simple fact on how easy it was to make humans turn against each other. You
were just following orders after all, and they are all worth scum right? It’s
such a typical example of self-justification from your perspective, it’s almost
expected from every one of us, as explained by Vincent Parrillo’s short essay Causes of Prejudice (506, 10).He assures all humans want to feel
not-at-fault in any type of situation, and we often denigrate the maltreated
person or convince ourselves they are inferior in order to justify our actions.
Just like you do. You have a highly inflated ego, but at the same time, it’s so
delicate it makes for an interesting but yet confusing contradiction.
Sadist, the people
call you. A sociopath. This term obviously does not fit you, since you feel
plenty—almost all negative emotions. The envy that is your core envelops you,
and that resentment, that misery (all because you want what you can’t find in
your own kind) to want fulfilling relationships (to actually want LOVE) makes
you hate us with a burning fire. But why
do you hate humanity, who gave birth to you? Your passionate loathing to your
ancestors seems illogical, if not misdirected. Why do you feel superior to us,
when the obvious basis of your essence is still human? What gives life to you
is 100% pure human! I guess in a way, your disdain is almost
understandable—what can you expect a homunculus to feel about humans when his
(or her) creator sees humans as insignificant insects which he can use and
abuse in whatever way he sees fit? What can one expect when all he hears from
his siblings, the ‘closest’ people in his life, are the musings about how “the
human race is made up of violent miserable fools”?
You’ve been a victim of socialization(pg. 513, 2).I have to give you that, but it definitely does not even begin to
excuse the atrocities you’ve committed in your almost 200 years of life. It’s
not even the tip of the iceberg. Arrogance befitting your brother Pride does
not suit you Envy. Ethnocentrism (pg. 505, 4) is not an appealing quality,
regardless of what you might think or believe. You may have once wondered to
yourself the why’s in your thoughts. You may not give a damn at all since you
are so undoubtedly trying to pass yourself as a perfect God-like being who
knows everything about everyone (especially about himself) but you will know
today. You’ll open your eyes and ears just how much you are exactly like
Parrillo’s essay delves into the key cores of what makes people think and
act like they do in regards to prejudice. The classic basic motives for many of
our negative attitudes are reflected on you almost perfectly. All of them!
Psychologically speaking, there are three levels of prejudice and I will
explain with great detail how this relates to you. First, there is the
cognitive aspect (pg. 505, 3) to the prejudice: or the beliefs and perceptions
of a certain group to be view negatively or not, threatening or unthreatening,
inferior or of equal status. You just happen to think all of the above! You
already have a schema on what a human is: an inferior race, a threatening one,
something to be ashamed of being.
Schemas (whether good or bad) are so difficult to shake off once they’ve
been cemented and this is true to all humans. Every time anyone of us sees experiences
or hears something to contradict our schema we pass it off as an ‘exception’ to
the rule. Yet, if we experience something that supports our schema, it often
reinforces our thoughts and we think to ourselves “See? I’m right about all
blanks being blank.” In other words, you process the world around you exactly
The second level of prejudice is the emotional (pg. 506, 1) one: it
revolves around all the emotions you feel when confronted with the group in
question or even the thought of the group. And this is when your hidden
emotions come to play. You see us and you immediately become miserable (whether
or not you can actually admit it to yourself, as the envious never can),
because you’re lacking something we possess. Your homunculi family does not
offer love or acceptance. They do not comfort you when a particular comment
hurts your feelings (because in reality you have a truly sensitive persona and
insults or criticisms easily cut through your extremely thin skin), nor do they
grieve other homunculi’s death after it comes. They see you as disposal as the
rest of the humans around you. They don’t care about each other. But you care
and it’s a source of shame to you. You feel like you can contain it well. You
think you hide it ingeniously, but sometimes that feeling bubbles up and
resurfaces like a volcano about to burst, especially when the situation calls
for it. You raged and screamed when the Flame Alchemist killed your sister
Lust, and your eyes turned black in revenge. You wanted Roy Mustang’s head on a
platter. Her death disturbed you (as did Greeds’ but you were not vocal in his
execution since it was Father himself to order it) but it hurts so much to even
think about because you know if the person that had been killed was you, none
of them would even shed a tear. And
knowing we have that concern for our close friends or family, builds up the
bitterness and the resentment in you. It comes to a boil, and all of that
emotions festers into ugly hate. All you are really doing is displacing your
aggression to a powerless group who did absolutely nothing to you in order to
cover up your fears and insecurities (508, 15)
In a subconscious level, you know you hate us because of
something within yourself; it’s not us you really hate but yourself for
portraying such typical human-like needy behavior. So you end up masking your
hate for arrogance, and put on a detestable egocentric face for everyone to see
that ‘no I don’t feel inferior to humankind, but really they should feel
inferior compared to me!’ You have a problem of self-worth, of self-conflict.
There is a world of turmoil in your head you are projecting to the weaker more
defenseless group: humans. They are much easier to blame than yourself,
obviously. We become your scapegoat (pg. 510, 4).
Finally we arrive at the last level: the action oriented
prejudice, which is the predisposition to have some type discriminatory behavior.
You believe us inferior, we make you feel saddened (and byproduct of anger),
and it comes to you eagerly and sadistically antagonizing us. Without the other
two levels, your potential to discriminate against us would be slim to none.
And afterwards all the cruelty and inhumanity you’ve committed, you
self-justify yourself by degrading us. We are inferior, we are lesser, and we
deserve every maltreatment you send our way for being so idiotic. It’s something
you might say, but can you really say you think it? After all, you think exactly like us. Wouldn’t that make you
an idiot too? There’s a small part in your head that nods to this direction,
but this makes you panicked and scared. You don’t want to feel vulnerable, nor
break that perfect illusion that you are the epitome of cool calm and collected
(it’s so perfect, even you believe
You need a reality check Envy. You need to speak one on
one with yourself, as it seems to be your worst enemy at all times. Deep down,
you have to admit to yourself the truth. You have to admit you have a serious
self-esteem problem. There is a reason common wisdom says the one who suffer
from your Envy are the most miserable people in existence. If you want
something another one possesses, and plan to destroy the other’s possession
just for that reason, happiness will always elude you. The reason you want
something that you don’t already have makes you feel incomplete, like you are
not a full person. Hash out everything you want to experience, like the comfort
of a loved one, and embrace it. Do not attack the idea because it seems
impossible for you to obtain.
Instead of lashing out, of
displacing your anger and bitter feelings to others, you need to confront it
all with your own mind. Say to yourself, “Who am I really? Am I really that
different from the humans?” You need to get rid of the fake arrogance, of your
mindset, your erroneous schema that being human equals being weak and shameful.
You need to get away from the negativity of your ‘household’ and I use household
very loosely as many would call it an evil lair instead. With your Father
pushing these ideals, drilling them literally in your head until they rung 100%
true, it’s no wonder you think like you do. But blindingly following and
assimilating what you hear over and over again in the common socialization
process isn’t what intelligent people do. It’s what commonplace uneducated humans do.
Humanity is present within you from your overactive child-like joy, your
horrible temper tantrums, your mortality (because you can die, Envy) your
mindset; everything. The only difference between you and me is that your
makeshift heart holds thousands of captive suffering souls within, while mine
holds only my own. But rummaging through enough, you are bound to find a soul
you can actually call your own. Be human, be loved. Be empathetic. I hope you take this advice to heart (well
philosopher’s stone, but whatever) and actually do something to further your
ultimate pursuit of happiness. Be a better person, and I really hope you stop
getting joy from killing people.
Un regard, une rencontre. Un été, un sourire. Un numéro, un mail, une attente, un souvenir. Un appel, une voix, un début, un rencard. Un horaire, un endroit, une venue, un espoir. Une terrasse, un café, un dialogue, un moment. Un soleil, une lumière, un cœur, un battement. Une seconde, une minute, une heure, un plaisir. Un au-revoir, une prochaine, une promesse, un désir. Un après, une durée, une patience, un silence. Un doute, un pourquoi, un regret, une distance. Un retour, une surprise, un déluge, une marée. Une suite, une envie, un projet. Une soirée. Une pleine lune, une virée, un instant, une pulsion. Un frôlement, un baiser, une magie. Un frisson. Un accord, un avenir, une force, une destinée. Une étoile, un poème, et un verbe : aimer.
Her complexion - oh my gosh! Makes me salivate and pull my hair out in envy. It suits her so very well, too. And she looks magical when she wears black haha random, I know
I think her decision to dye her hair darker was spot on, the combination of dark hair with her light skin really suits her, makes her look like some kind of porcelain doll. My random fact for the day: I think she should wear navy blue more often, I think it would really suits her :)
okay so the newest Fantastic 4 movie got a lot of flack for being miserable, but seriously it’s the gayest sci fi superhero movie I have ever seen, and that includes the Captain America movies
if you want to see an established gay couple in a superhero movie, you need to watch childhood sweethearts Reed Richards and Ben Grimm. (there is no romance between Sue Storm and Reed - not even an implied ‘lingering gazes’ one, and certainly no kisses.)
Ben is the one Reed calls in the middle of the night. Ben helps Reed move into his dorm room and worries about being left behind now that Reed has gone to University. Reed sends selfies to Ben to document his progress on the inter-dimensional travel machine. Reed refuses to make large, life-altering decisions without Ben. Ben rolls out of bed in the middle of the night just because Reed needs to see him.
When the whole team is injured, it’s only Ben that Reed calls out for, desperately, frantically, and drags himself, severely injured, across a wreckage to find. When he wakes up, it’s with Ben’s name on his lips. During containment, it’s only Ben that Reed asks after, and tries to find. While they are separated, Reed has a literal shrine to Ben on his wall, as he searches for him, and a way to cure him. Ben takes Reed’s leaving as a lover’s betrayal and reacts in kind. Neither of them mention anyone else, not when Reed is determined to escape, and not afterwards.
Ben and Reed are in a little bubble, separate from the others. Only Ben understands and adores Reed, whereas Johnny views him as a geeky friend, Sue looks at him clinically in scientific terms rather than human ones and is happy to betray him when it suits her, Victor envies him and Franklin sees him as an asset, a tool. Reed is Ben’s only real friend, and only connection to the Institute. No one is much concerned that Ben is being used by the military, aside from Franklin and Sue not wanting the same thing to happen to Johnny. Only Reed actually gives a damn about Ben for Ben’s sake.
The only thing that would have made it more obvious they were a couple that get into a rocky situation (rocky, geddit? sorry.) and have to find their way back to one another, is if they had shared an on screen kiss. Just a peck when Ben arrived in the middle of the night or a deeper kiss when he had to leave Reed behind. Reed kissing Ben’s rocky new face and swearing that he still loves him anyway. That’s all that was needed to make their relationship perfect. It’s still clear enough to be canon though.
Et là, tout de suite, j'ai juste envie de ta peau contre la mienne, de nos mains qui se lient et qui se nouent sans jamais se lâcher. J'ai envie de te laisser parcourir chaque parcelles de mon corps, te laisser découvrir chaque parcelles de mon âme.
J'ai tellement envie que tu sois là, entre mes bras. De sentir ton odeur près de moi, de te voir, te toucher, t'embrasser, t'enlacer, parcourir chaque parcelles de ton corps, découvrir chaque parcelles de ton âme.