On January 15, 2009, the world
witnessed the “Miracle on the Hudson” when Captain “Sully” Sullenberger glided
his disabled plane onto the frigid waters of the Hudson River, saving the lives
of all 155 aboard. However, even as Sully was being heralded by the public and
the media for his unprecedented feat of aviation skill, an investigation was
unfolding that threatened to destroy his reputation and his career.
My first playthrough of Awakening, I married Chrom because he shared the same English VA as Levi from Attack on Titan. I regretted it after meeting Yarne and falling head over heels for him. My second playthrough I married Chrom off to Sully and had my Avatar saved for Yarne. I can’t help it, I love the bunny ears!
So today Sully, my Orange Tabby cat, came home with a weird puncture wound on his neck. It was right under his throat and bleeding a lot, but he didn’t seem too fazed by it. It wasn’t all that big or anything, about the size of a tooth. Probably from a fight with another cat, as I suspect he’s in some kind of feline gang. Nonetheless, my mom and I still took him to the vet so he wouldn’t get any infections or anything. During the entire drive to the vet he was meowing and screeching like a banshee because he gets claustrophobic.
Now he’s home and he’s got this blue cone collar thing around his neck. And oh my gosh, is it hilarious. The second I put him on the floor he started walking backwards and bumping into things. Now all he does is just walk against the wall with his face pressed against it. He’s like a retarded puppy on drugs and I am loving every single second of it.
when you talked about hoshido sexism, i started thinking about sexism in ylisse/awakeninglandia and it confuses me so much because they have woman warriors treated just like other soldiers, a female goddess and absolute primogeniture, and then there's SULLY seemingly out of the blue... so what i wanted to ask was, do you have any meta/possible explanations/headcanons about it?
I admit that I don’t have as complete an understanding of Ylisse (and I think its worldbuilding is even more absent than in Fates), but Sully stuck out to me as a kind of strawfeminist for that reason, too.
But when you look closer, there are hints of disparity here and there. Women in the army seem to be funneled to either healing or Pegasus Knight. The continuous shock at Libra’s gender means that gender roles are fairly defined.
It’s true that Emmeryn is the ruler, but she’s a certain kind of ruler. She’s peaceful, hands-off, pure, virginal…She’s very feminine. On top of that, she doesn’t handle the Plegia crisis well; the people are in unrest.
The trouble is, nobody points this out or even has a problem with it save Sully. It makes her sound like she’s tilting at windmills.
E: oh, and I wanted to add that venerating a female symbol has nothing to do with how well a religious group treats real-life women. See: Catholics and their Mary worship.
Kuyoh Nhilaali fidgeted on the grass behind the Dreamer’s Reprieve, holding a pillow close to her chest. Her mood seemed to be sullied. “Worry yourhself not with me. Iths. Comfy. Out herh. I guehss.”
Skepticism flashed across Ruran’s eyes. “Doubtful,” he said flatly. “Kuyoh, I shall give you two options. Either you accept my offer for a place at the inn, or I’ll…sleep in the stable every night to leave my room available for you. There is no third option.”
“I don’t think the innkheep would let you do that.”
“The innkeep would understand,” he said defiantly, staring her down.
Kuyoh stared at Ruran for a few moments before nodding lightly, “Y… you don’t havh to sleep in the stablehs…”
“Good.” The masked knight gave a single, stern nod. “Then I’ll pay the innkeeper this evening, and she’ll have the key ready for you.”
Kuyoh hugged at her pillow, staring at the cobble wall ahead of her, “Thankhs… but. I can juhst. Pay for my own…”
“Nonsense. As of late, I have found myself the gil to spare, and you just said yourself that you need to save as much as you can get.” His eyes softened as he regarded her. “Please let me help you.”
The miqo'te watched Ruran silently for a fair time, her eyes peering from behind the dirtied little pillow hugged to her chest. Then, the Keeper nodded, “…Okhay.”