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PLEASE DO NOT THINK FOR EVEN A SECOND THAT YOUR VOICE WILL NOT HAVE AN IMPACT THIS IS LITERALLY THE BARE MINIMUM
I'm sorry for putting this in the BLM and stop Asian hate tag but in the last few days posts tagged with "Palestine" have not been showing up.
...because I need to get it out of my head, and it...fit...here. I dunno.
Without Further Ado....a RWBY Post-Volume 8?( I guess?) mini-musing of mine
Winter: I told you that you'd pay for what you have done. You're time is up, Cinder. It ends here and now.
Cinder: {letting out a burst of a scoff (which all told had the net intimidation factor of a gently tossed training bubble given the hiccupping burp of a micro-fireball that followed closely behind)}
(still) Cinder: Many greater than you have tried, Blanche, and all, including you, have failed. As I recall it, a few were even maidens at the time. {Shrugging} Small world...
Winter: {...After a beat (for effect, bien sur), and accompanied by a sidelong piercing ice shard of a glare that would've pinned the Fall Maiden to the very spot she occupied were it not for the fact that they were slowly circling* one another hovering half a mile above the nearest dirt clod...
*(technically, they both traced along the same circle, as far from one another as possible, while circling some mutually imagined midpoint between them...but I digress)}
*ahem*
Winter: (sighing, and softening a bit) I admit it, you are better than I am.
Cinder: (caught off-guard) w-what? Then....wait. Why are you smirking?
Winter: Because I know something you don't know.
Cinder: And what is that?
Winter: I am not 1-eyed!
Cinder: ...Wait. I knew you had two functioning eyes befo-!!!?!!HhRk!!?!!!
Moments later: Winter, having just taken down the infamous Fall-en Maiden with a single, solid punch to the gut using the pummel of her saber, set Cinder's limp form down gently (enough) in front of a growing number of people (mostly Atlesian refugees but also various Huntsmen and Huntresses that now protect them from the chaos they introduced to the Vacuum desert) and nodded to a few who then moved to transport their new prisoner.
Hands now free, she swiftly removes a small hair clip as though it had just whispered insults concerning Weiss into her ear before threatening to spontaneously combust atop her snowy locks. Her bangs return to their natural swoop as Winter finally lets some of the tension out of her shoulders.
Winter: hmmm... (eying the clip, as though pensive but also for some reason weirdly wary and suspicious of the thin bit of metal)
... 'Depth Perception'....hmf...
(Tidying the lines of her uniform)
..Gods..
I believe I may owe that young woman some semblance of an...
(tries to snap then realizes she's wearing gloves) ohcomeon.. an...appreciative gesture... -ohwhatdoyoucallitIknowthisone...ohforthesakeoftheGodsabove-
Aha! A gift! ......
reblog and make a wish! this was removed from tumbrl due to “violating one or more of Tumblr’s Community Guidelines”, but since my wish came true the first time, I’m putting it back. :)
OH MY FUCKING GOD, IT’S BACK ON MY DASH.
THIS SHIT WORKS OKAY, I AM DEAD SERIOUS.
The last time I saw this on my dash, I didn’t think it would happen, so jokingly I wished I could go to a fun. concert.
AND GUESS WHAT, I WENT TO A FUCKING FUN. CONCERT.
THIS SHIT WORKS, TRY IT.
YOOOOOOO
I SAW THIS ON MY DASH THE OTHER DAY AND THOUGHT “ITS WORTH A TRY” SO I WISHED I COULD GET A 3DS
LITERALLY LIKE 4 DAYS LATER MY DAD SENT ME A PICTURE OF THE 3DS XL HE BOUGHT FOR ME WHILE I WAS AT SCHOOL
IM STILL FREAKING OUT ABOUT THIS
holy fuck, I didn’t expect this to work, I was like psh, whatever it’s just a quick reblog, but I wished my Dad would actually respond back to me AND HE FUCKING DID A FEW DAYS LATER, I GOT A FUCKING TEXT FROM MY DAD TODAY WHO HASN’T SPOKEN OR RESPONDED TO ME IN MONTHS HOLY FUCK WHAT IS THIS MAGIC IT WORKS.
I WANTED TO SEE MY BOYFRIEND AND I DIDN’T THINK I’D GET DAYS OFF BUT THIS WEEKEND I’M HEADING UP THERE??? THIS IS CRAZY SHIT
SO LIKE I JOKINGLY WISHED FOR MY OWN LEN KAGAMINE AND THEN LIKE A WEEK LATER I GOT A LEN NENDOROID??? H ELP
WTF OKAY SO THIS SHOT ACTUALLY WORKS BECAUSE WHEN I WISHED, I HAD WISHED MY CRUSH WOULD LIKE ME BACK AND GUESS WHAT? I HAVE A BOYFRIEND NOW. WHAT THE HELLLLL?????
ok I’ve said this before but IM DOING IT AGAIN THE FIRST TIME I SAW THIS, MY WISH DID COME TRUE SO I REBLOGED AGAIN AND SAID IT IN THE TAGS BUT THEN I WISHED FOR SMTH ELSE AND IT LITERALLY LITERALLY HAPPENED LIKE A COUPLE DAYS LATER WHAT THE HELL SO NOW IM WRITING THIS HERE FOR YOU BC I DONT BELIEVE IN THIS CRAP BUT STILL IT’S AN AWFULLY BIG COINCIDENCE
THE BOY I FELL I LOVE WITH LEFT TO TRAVEL THE OTHER SIDE OF THE WORLD AND HAS BEEN GONE NOW FOR 3 MONTHS. WE HAVENT SPOKEN SINCE BECAUSE I DIDNT WANT TO MAKE HIM FEEL TRAPPED TO ME AND NOT ENJOY HIS TIME SO I WAITED FOR HIM TO CONTACT ME FIRST. I SAW THIS ON A PARTICULARLY LOW DAY WHEN I WAS MISSING HIM SO MUCH I CRIED FROM THE PAIN, GUYS I REALLY LOVE HIM, SO I THOUGHT MEH WHAT THE FUCK, AND WISHED HE WOULD JUST LET ME KNOW HE WAS OKAY.
GUYS.
HE FUCKING CALLED ME 20 MINUTES LATER
20 FUCKNG. MINUTES. LATER.
GOOD THINGS DO HAPPEN. AND ITS IN THIS POST.
I wish for someone to leave something in my ask.
OKAY SO I ASKED FOR A HEDGEHOG AND NOW GUESS WHO HAS A PET HEDGEHOG
i really hope my wish comes true
my last two wishes came true, one more couldn’t hurt
SO I WISHED FOR AN IMAC THE LAST TIME I DID THIS AND A WEEK LATER MY MOM SURPRISED ME WITH AN IMAC. HONESTLY SHE DIDNT EVEN KNOW I WANTED ONE, I DIDNT TELL ANYONE, IT WAS AN EARLY XMAS PRESENT. Wow this works
I rly hope u guys arent shittin me
Please work
Rb-img at 11:11 for extra good luck!!
Season 8 of RWBY Spoilers! Maybe! So .. that's a potential thing here, I guess...*ahem*
~AnYwHo~
O friends, can anyone tell me what's wrong with this picture? I mean, besides all the, y'know... emotional, philosophical, potentially existential (now that one feels ...oxymoronic? Or redundant? but I digress...) things that are arguably wrong with what's happening in this, Rooster Teeth's RWBY, Vol8 E12? Not that I'm judging RT for the ....slipup?...or is it just the angle? Methinks the former (obviously) if the latter, someone eli5 in commentary formation, please and thank you. just found it funny, is all. If you don't see anything, tHaTs BeCaUsE tHeRe iSn'T AnYtHiNg, soooooooo move along, now, move along peepL...
Weiss: Winter, you're joining us for Yang's surprise birthday celebration, right?
Winter: I suppose I did respond to the RSVP, so...yes. Yes, I am.
/Later that afternoon, at a nearby bowling alley/
Weiss: Winter, you made it!
Winter: Indeed. Although, Weiss, why is Yang here already? I thought you said this was...
Yang: (cutting Winter off unintentionally as she approaches the Schneeblings with her boisterous greetings) Hey Winter! Glad you could make it! ... I wouldn't have pegged you for a bowler. Huh.
Winter: To be honest, today's my first time at a bowling alley.
Yang: Really? Cool! We'll nab you some shoes first, and then I can help you with finding the right weight for your ball and show you some of my sweet moves...(keeps talking)
Winter (aside, whispering to Weiss in confusion): Shoes? I wore shoes.
Weiss: Ah, yes, I forgot to mention...
/Two minutes later, as Weiss adds Winter's name to their lane/
Winter: I see why it slipped your mind to mention the shoes, Weiss. These are...
Yang:(having just turned around with an extra plate of pizza for Winter) *Gasps, frozen, as the pizza slowly slid off the plate to smack loudly on the floor*
Yang: Y-you're.... ?!?
Winter: (blushing) What?
/Yang closes the gap between them, for once tilting her head slightly down to meet the operative's eyes, who just stepped out of her heels moments before and straightened just in time to see the death of that pizza slice. Practically nose to nose, the two elder sisters can't seem to break their eye contact as both blush deeply enough /
Weiss(with a heavy but fond sigh): Happy Birthday, Yang.
Yang, still kinda in shock and with an ever-widening smile overtaking her face (along with a tinge of red), hugged Winter, not Weiss...for some reason...catching Winter by surprise for a moment before the embrace was returned. Weiss, pouting, didn't have to wait more than a few moments before finding herself swept into a bear hug to end all bear hugs.
Weiss: (giggling a bit) Put me down, you brute!
Winter: (confused, but too distracted by the antics in front of her to notice the unbalanced smile plastered on her face or the fact that Yang's hug had left her clothes a bit disheveled) .. Happy Birthday, Yang.
See, Yang had always wanted a genuine surprise for her bday but despite Ruby's best efforts she always managed to figure out any plans before they could be enacted. Weiss, knowing this, had finally come to terms with the fact that only Winter could be that surprise, seeing as Yang wouldn't have had the audacity to bother her (sighing to herself) crush about a topic as trivial as birthday surprise plans. And if Winter had been wholely unaware not only of her effect on team RWBY's blond brawler, but also of her own reactions when the dragon was in her immediate vicinity, well, who could blame her little sister for hopefully bringing those things to light? Smiling softly, Weiss plucked the cherry from atop Ruby's banana split and popped it into her mouth. ...and prepared herself, of course, for imminent retribution of the highest order as soon as the crimson blur noticed the misdeed. Worth it.
Today, it seemed, was a day of many firsts...
My girlfriend and I talk a lot about our different generations of queerness, because she was doing queer activism in the 1990s and I wasn’t.
And she’s supportive of my writing about queerness but also kind of bitter about how quickly her entire generation’s history has disappeared into a bland “AIDS was bad, gay marriage solved homophobia” narrative, and now we’re having to play catch-up to educate young LGBTQ+ people about queer history and queer theory. It gets pretty raw sometimes.
I mean, a large part of the reason TERFs have been good at educating the young and queer people haven’t is, in the 80s and 90s the leading lights of TERFdom got tenured university positions, and the leading lights of queerdom died of AIDS.
“Excuse us,” she said bitterly the other day, not at me but to me, “for not laying the groundwork for children we never thought we’d have in a future none of us thought we’d be alive for.”
“the reason TERFs have been good at educating the young and queer people haven’t is, in the 80s and 90s the leading lights of TERFdom got tenured university positions, and the leading lights of queerdom died of AIDS.”
thank you for giving me a good reason to finish my dissertation and try to make it in the academy
Wait, idk LGBTQ+ history, but they died of AIDS cause, what, hospitals refused to treat them or…?
Oh heck yeah.
When an epidemic happens, public health agencies spend millions of dollars trying to understand what happens: Why are people sick or dying? What caused it? Who else is at risk? Government health departments like the Centres for Disease control and private companies both invest hundreds of millions of dollars into preserving public health. This happened in 1977, when military veterans who all attended the same gathering began to get sick with a strange type of pneumonia, with 182 cases and 29 dead, and the CDC traced the illness to a bacterium distributed by the air conditioning system of a hotel they all stayed at, and in 1982, when seven people died of tainted Tylenol, and pharmaceutical companies changed the entire way their products were made and packaged to prevent more deaths.
Meanwhile, the AIDS epidemic took six years to be recognized by the CDC (1975-1981) because at first the only people dying were intravenous drug users, which is to say, heroin addicts; when it was recognized, President Reagan’s government pressured the CDC to spend as little time and money on AIDS as possible, because they literally didn’t think gay lives were important. So yes, hospitals refused to treat them and medical staff treated them as disgusting people who deserved to die, but also, there was very little funding for scientists to understand what this disease was, what caused it, where it came from, how it spread, or how to stop it. The LGBTQ+ community had to organize and fight to get hospitals to treat them, to fund scientific research, to be legally allowed to buy the drugs that kept them alive, and to have access to treatment. An effective treatment for AIDS wasn’t found until 1995.
And it’s ongoing; a lot of the difficulty of fighting AIDS in Africa is that it’s seen as “the gay disease” (and thanks to European colonialism, even African societies that used to be okay with us were taught to think LGBTQ+ people are bad). Even now that we have medications that can treat or prevent AIDS, they’re incredibly expensive and hard to get; in 2015, New York businessman Martin Shkreli acquired the exclusive right to make a drug that treats an AIDS-related disease, and raised its price from $13.50 a pill to $750 a pill.
Here’s one history on what it was like to have and fight AIDS, one history on how politicians responded to the epidemic, and if you can get a copy of the documentary How to Survive a Plague, it’s a good introduction, because it’s about how AIDS patients had to fight for their lives. A lot of these histories are imperfect and incomplete, because privilege played a big part in whose lives and deaths were seen as important–Poor people, people of colour, trans people, and drug addicts were less likely to be able to afford or access medical care, and more likely to die without being remembered; histories often tend to focus on straight people who got AIDS through no fault of their own, and then white cis gay men who seem more “respectable” and “relatable”.
I mean, people who will talk about how homophobia led to neglect of AIDS still find ways not to mention that AIDS isn’t just sexually transmitted; it’s hugely a disease of drug addicts, because sharing needles is a huge way the disease spreads. But because society always thinks, oh, drug addicts are bad and disgusting people and of course criminals, that often gets neatly dropped from the histories, and it’s still hard to get people to agree to things that keep drug addicts alive, like needle exchanges and supervised injection sites. But if you want my rant about how the war on drugs is bullshit used to control poor people and people of colour, and drugs shouldn’t be criminalized, you’ll have to ask for that separately.
They died of AIDS because
Hospitals refused to treat them, and when they did get admitted, treated them like dirt so their will-to-live was eroded - refused to let long-term partners visit them, staff acted like they were disgusting nuisances, etc.
Very little funding was put into finding causes or cures - AIDS was considered “god’s punishment” for immoral behavior by a whole lot of people.
Once causes were understood (effective treatments were a long ways off), information about those causes weren’t widely shared - because it was a “sex disease” (it wasn’t) and because a huge number of the victims were gay or needle-drug users, and the people in charge of disease prevention (or in charge of funding) didn’t care if all of those people just died.
Not until it started hitting straight people and superstar celebrities (e.g. Rock Hudson) did it get treated as A Real Problem - and by that time, it had reached terrifying epidemic conditions.
Picture from 1993:
We lost basically a whole generation of the queer community.
As a current AIDS survivor, this is really important information. I was diagnosed not only HIV positive in 2014, but I had already progressed to an AIDS diagnosis. Knowing how far we’ve come with treatment and what the trials and tribulations of those who came before cannot and must not ever be forgotten. Awareness is the number one goal. I often speak to the microbiology students at my university to explain what it’s like to live with, how the medications work, side effects, how it’s affected my daily life, and just raise general awareness.
Before my diagnosis, I, like many others, was clueless to how far treatment has come. I was still under the belief my diagnosis was a death sentence. Moving forward, even if only one person hears my story, that’s one more person that’s educated and can raise awareness.
I believe it’s time for us as a society to start better education of this disease. The vast majority of the people I’ve spoken to are receptive to the knowledge of my status, and I’ve received lots of support from loved ones, friends, and total strangers. It’s time to beat the stigma.
This is slightly off-point, but as for the cost, I wanted to mention that some pharmacies have specialties that let them get special coupons/programs and stuff to save money.
A bottle of Truvada (a month supply commonly used for treating this) is at least $3,000 out of pocket and insurance doesn’t usually take a lot off of that. But the pharmacy I work at is an HIV specialty and we always get te price down to less than $10.
If you’re on HIV meds and they’re ludicrously expensive, ask your local pharmacy manager if there are any local HIV specialty pharmacies that they know of. They might be able to help.
I think it’s important to emphasize that, while the diagnosis is no longer a death sentence, it is also true that people dying of AIDS because of homophobia is not history only.
My brother’s first boyfriend was kicked out/disowned by his parents for being queer, got AIDS, couldn’t afford treatment, and died. He died in 2019, at around 20 years old.
In 2019.
Barely more than a kid.
Of a treatable disease.
Because of homophobia.
Because his parents cared more about not being associated with a queer person than they cared about their son’s literal life.
AIDS is not just history. Neither is homophobia.
Back to history: When AIDS patients held die-ins, they went to hospitals, lay down in front of them, and literally waited to die.
If you’re young & either queer or queer-adjacent, think about the number of people out of the closet you know your own age & think about how many you know your parents age. They’re not stamping us out of the mould any quicker these days than in the ‘60s, except in lockstep with population growth. I think, growing up, my picture of relative numbers of queer people & straights was unavoidably impacted by the number of empty seats at our table. That might be the case for you too. The number of elders you never got to meet.
Remember this when people talk about how small the LGBTQIA+ population is. That it’s “such a small percentage of the population to be catered too”. Remember this and tell them, “that’s because homophobia killed them”.
This picture of the San Francisco Gay Men’s Chorus is often included with the “The men facing the camera/in white are the surviving members” but it leaves out something extremely important:
By 1996, all of the men facing the camera in the picture were dead.
Every.
Single.
One.
Eric Luse, the photographer, said this in a more recent article :
By 1996 the obituary list was almost 50 names longer than the entire choral roster. All of the positions plus four dozen more, gone. The obituary list continued to grow, too. The cost and availability of any treatments in the mid-late 90s continued to cause more death.
If you were queer in the 80s and 90s, you knew someone who had it and knew people who died from it. Period. I cannot stress the impact this had on the queer community and those of us who were alive at the time, and I know the scope of it is almost unimaginable to younger people today.
By 1996, there were NO surviving original members of the SFGMC. You need to know that when you see this picture.
Dozens of the men turned away from the camera here in this shot were also dead alongside the men in white. It is vital to recognize that.
There is no hope in this picture, it isn’t a display of a lucky few who avoided death. There is no “Well at least some of them survived” because no, they didn’t, and this time was so fucking bleak and painful it’s astonishing that anything got done. They’d march one week and die the next. Their friends would bury them in the morning and march in the afternoon. This went on for years.
Bigotry and hate and ignorance killed generations of queer people. It speaks to the sheer resilience of the community that from that all but state-sanctioned genocide, we have gained so much ground in the last few decades. Much is owed to the people who refused to stay quiet and who fought even on their deathbeds, so please consider learning about LGBTQ+ history as a way of continuing the fight and showing respect. Many of us coming of age at that time didn’t have that opportunity, and made it a point to learn and get involved as teenagers and young adults because we saw what we were losing.
Sing for two.
My fave part of this post is the repeated usage of the word “queer”. In a discussion about the hatred of LGBT people and how they were left to die by the government, it’s always a great idea to call them all a slur. Can you switch it up a bit and use “fag” next time?
There’s a really obvious reason why we’re using “queer”.
When talking about LGBTQ+ history, often we have to be really careful with the language we use, because how we understand things now is not how the people we’re talking about understood themselves at the time. We end up using phrases like, “People who we would now understand as gay or lesbian” or “experiences which modern transgender people often identify with”.
In this case? It’s because that’s the word they used.
(Many of them also used the words “fag” or “dyke”, but “queer” is more inclusive.)
When I talk about “the leading lights of queerness” I mean Queer Nation. I mean the people who contributed to Queer Theory. I mean people who deliberately chose to use that word. I mean me and my ex-girlfriend. We exist.
During the AIDS crisis especially, homophobia was so bad that a lot of people didn’t want to be known by any word associated with the gay community: Not gay, not homosexual, not queer, not anything. Epidemiologists had to create the category of “men who have sex with men” because there was literally no existing term that didn’t carry the weight of a slur. The purpose of using the word “queer” was for people to say, “Let’s stop running from the things society is calling us; let’s pick up the weapons they’ve hurled at us and start hurling them back. There is no level of socially acceptable we can be that will make them suddenly decide our lives matter. We’re here, we’re queer, get used to it.” It meant very specifically embracing and defending their/our marginalized position.
Every word we’ve ever been known by has been a slur. We all have our own histories and flinch reactions. I grew up with “gay” and “lezzo” being used really hatefully around me, as well as “queer” and “dyke” and “fag”, and I have different comfort levels with all those different words.
/shrug emoji You can dislike the word all you like and ask that it not be used for you. But historically and today, a lot of us do use it for ourselves, and we constitute “the queer community” or “queerdom”. Which we don’t think is a bad thing. If you don’t want to join us, fine, but that doesn’t make us stop existing, and any other word you can call us would also be a slur, because our community is predicated on saying, “We are that thing you’re so afraid of. Get used to it.”
Speaking to the MSM point in the final addition. Functionally a problem in trying to get studies going in the 80s and 90s that tried to figure out what in hell was going on was trying to get people into studies. To answer questions. Because you could lose your job, home, family, life if you incautiously admitted to being gay/queer/homosexual. So among the men who were terrified of being on any kind of record as being gay because they self identified that way there were a whole host of people who didn’t actually see themselves as gay. Because it was just not something they could accept. But what always fascinated me was in the studies we did (I’m out of Vancouver, BC and have been part of an HIV/AIDS research organization since 96, for context) at one point we had a staunch group of individuals who were predominantly immigrants from other cultures who culturally had definitions of behaviour that didn’t align with North American behaviour labels. Insertive partners in some cultures are not gay as they were/are not mechanically different from “the normal male” sexual actor. Receptive partners were. Basically the thinking in some people’s minds is that women=receptive and insertive=male. And if your sex didn’t match the sexual position… Now. To be clear. I’m not saying these things as a point of “this is what I think”. This is what had been captured in interviews and conversations and studies over the years. Some people aligned themselves these ways. I’ve always seen it as part and parcel of the gender issues and misogyny that we’re still, 30 years later, arguing about. As to the rest… I’ve written about this (and lectured and written and lectured and written) before. In this particular thread even. It will never stop amazing me the revisionism that happens around queer. Those of us who were in large protesting crowds, remembering “We’re Here! We’re Queer! Get Over It!” being told “it’s never not been a slur/been used by us” just…wigs me out. What I remember? What I remember is my now husband and then friends (and myself) knowing that the straight culture we lived in equated holding hands with a sexual act. Holding hands in public as queer people was fucking. It was viewed the same. Today that seems ludicrous but it’s how it was. Our being was an act of aggression, of sexual acts, of a political agenda. A spiritual and moral violence. And we knew. Like everyone has known: the fear behind that was potentially a tool we could use. So standing in rooms with scientists and physicians who had decided we were dirty queers with sick fucking lives and minds, prone to acts of perversion and inhumanity? We wore shirts with QUEER in big bold letters so when they talked to us, met our eyes, it was over the words they were whispering in their heads. It was under the leather we wore, the sexualized outfits with no room for misinterpretation about FUCKING. And SEX. And in these meetings discussing policy and funding and science we stood there in our entirety on display, forcing them to look at us in all of this - to see we felt all of it was normal and not something we were ashamed of? How could the idea that sex was enjoyable be a topic of debate that had implications on our fundamental humanity? Apparently people did, and do, think so. This all put us in positions of power in those negotiations. Negotiations, do not ever forget often that were about whether or not their largess would allow us to live. So while people were embarrassed to be confronted with their prejudices that they were comfortable expressing out of sight and hearing of us, we stood and HELD their eyes and their attention. Queer fuckers. Fags and perverts. And we refused to fucking die quietly. (shrug) So to those that dislike the word, outside of the fire of my own history I will calmly discuss it and follow their instructions not to call them queer. But if you step into my history, into the graveyard of the men and women I know who are now gone due to apathy and disinterest and hatred and homophobia… you’re going to hear queer. In great swelling chants from the throats of thousands of people in the streets. You can like it or hate it but you cannot argue it’s existence and the lever it was that shifted the world we’re arguing in the middle of, today.
Indeed. It seems to me it went the other way with it even. The guys around him seemed to be the ones overwhelmed by his charm and shit. That includes some of the police, given they were given tips that him...how many times? Oh that's right they got tips that pointed in his direction for YEARS so the exact number is lost to the grey. Charming my ass.
So. RWBY vol.8 ep.13 SPOILERS/THEORIES BELOW... deal with it? I dunno, it's 5am n I can't fall asleep til I get this down, so here goes...very little...
I have a theory (tho it be quite soft n squishy as newborns tend to be) on the void wherein Yang dideth become kicked, irreversibly perhaps. It cometh with a fairly large fulcrum point, of which I am uncertain if I remember correctly. I suppose we shall see/somebody fact check the shtuffing that falls out my head and lands below, please. I wish to eventually sleep;)-
With me so far?
...how? Well, regardless, blast fax kudos all around. And I mean that.
*ahem* Re: That ominous void/that trickster genie/worst case theory scenario ~vs~ best case theory scenario. W vs B? No, they're friends now.
H'okay. So. The fulcrum/uncertain point upon which my crackpot fear theory balances is this; anyone remember that travelling river of creeper grimm goo that dispatched...oh I dunno...the foundations of an entire kingdom in 7.3 seconds, give or take 1.47 milliseconds, after bubbling up to the surface after who knows how many underground misadventures and wrong turns that will likely remain forevermore untold? No? Well nevermind, then. It appears I've gotten the wrong room again. I'll just be...ah....I'll, I'll just be going then...
What if the void consumes any who fall into it only to pop them out as a mishmash of grimm + people (grimmple, for...me, 'cause iLikes it). Thus Ruby ends up having to face an amalgum of her older sister and her oldest grimy foe, as Salem's last pocket pair of aces of defense? Given, I don't even put a grain of rice's weight into that as actual probability goes, but nonetheless, stranger things have quite probably happened.
So that's the worst case theory seedling in mine cranium. The best case theory? Wonderland, bees kiss, maybe. And by the end of this volume dear GoDz please let Winter realize how very not alone she is...and maybe get in on that bees thang.
*Ahem*
*drops mic, deftly catches it, then, realizing that the mic was actually caught successfully, launches it directly into the asphalt mid-victory-jump. Lands with a single tear sliding from eye, acknowledging a severe lack of a contingency equipment replacement fund. Then looks up and remembers the evacuation from Mantle...while still standing in the ever-growing (then shrinking?) shadow of the falling city. Shakes head, in final moments, well-wishing Schneewood Forest and dem Bees, while wondering if somehow the void took them to the movie Avatar, and smiling at the thought of that giant soulglow tree.* So yeah. If you made it this far....I have nothing to give you, other than more rambling semi-developed musings and self-deprecating 6 am still yesterday level humor...scratch that. *Throws smokebomb atop broken mic, still there but asleep when smoke clears*. I bid you...decent enough morning, all you gigglemugs! Much love;)-
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SO...A call to arms, comradicals!
Aka help meh prove to myself that I'm not (entirely, as of yet) off my rocker....
In my recent rewatching of RWBY Vol. 3, a moment in episode 5 left me twitchy. I often hear sub-layering in songs [concreteexampleA) chorus of Lady Gaga's Pokerface-she pronounces 'pokerface'...*ahem*... in at least two different ways as she quickly repeats the word] OR [generalhypothetical#1) when you tune into a momentary dissonance during a single beat midway through a certain song, which upon further investigation reveals itself to be lyrical/linguistic overlay i.e. when the artist(s) layered multiple tracks with differing words that fall on the same beat atop one another. Often, initially, one track (set of lyrics) will seemingly drown out the others (usually it isn't actually louder or anything, but your mind was primed to expect track A... so you heard track A, and many people can't/don't/won't/stubbornly refuse to even try to register the sublayer after settling into whatever track they heard first, getting stuck on it and losing plasticity. But as with many visual illusions like the 'rotating figure', you can cue into the others the next time you listen if you retain an open-minded...-ness about it, sans expectation as it were...but I digress.... Oh, right; concreteexampleB) Sound is Vibration by Atmosphere, much easier to hear than the sneakier one in Pokerface. But I swear, it's there)
AnYwHo...now that we're jiving on similar wavelengths and or particular particles...RWBY Vol3ep5 wherein the match pitting Neon & Flint VS Weiss & Yang, the score starts up with the song 'Neon' and that jazzy burst of trumpet, and Neons skating up a rail, across the ?ruins of a building's rooftop? and swooping gracefully and annoyingly to the left...underneath the line 'the best will climb to the top like me, the rest will end up like you', there's a bothersome sound that to my ears rings like two words, spoken rapidly and rhythmically (and repeated three times for a total of 4) in timing with Yang's firings of ember celica. They definitely aren't part of the song, seem to be at a fairly high pitch reminiscent of a guy's falsetto voice, but also really make me think of that squeak you can get on a dry-erase board and certain erasers/sponges/towels. I don't know, but I can't leave it be. Anyone got any idea what the hell it's supposed to be? Cause the only reference I could find for the sound effect credit of ember celica was Halo 3's shotgun sound bytes, which while accurate is definitely not what I heard. I'm gonna go ahead and just ramp up my foolish to 125% before even giving one of y'all a chance to be the first to tell me it's something simple (and I missed it and am stupid) by throwing out the nonsense word pairing I kept hearing after the oh-say-27th replay....*lesigh* it sounded like if you lit the tippy toes of both shoes of an unsuspecting but admittedly mediocre (on his good days) court jester on fire, just for fun, and he just noticed and began prancing about, impossibly light footedly, on said flaming tippy toes as he looks for any nearby water to ballet himself on into (twinkle toes first, of course) and he's just naturally babbled his actual voice up an octave or two into his 'shakespearean femalecharacter#3' voice as he prances circles before collapsing, just repeating the words 'water prism'. Ironically his collapse didn't even claim quenching the fire, as it kinda fizzled out on his third frantic lap of the small courtyard y'all are in. So yeah. Water prism water prism, water prism water prism, said the squeaky dry board eraser in a mocking tone.
I think part of me rationalized that the only other thing I don't comprehend in that moment, is whatever the heck Neons semblance is, so 'rainbow' led to 'prism' being semi-rational... led to... help me dear God find a way out of this charybdis I created to lie in wait for me. I should've expected me when I least expected me...ah well I'm an easy mark and the WoRsT kind of Karen, seriously I don't know how she manages it. Welp. Rambling cry for help? Checkcheckrogerroger
Because it's so shadow-canon I can avoid tasting the sun in it
So Vol 8 Episode 1! Finally!
Does anyone else get just a wee bit discomfited that right at the end of the episode, rather quick and easy-to-miss, a final, enigmatic image comes together depicting (most of) our huntspeoples as they face the incoming baddies OH WAIT EXCEPT PENNY, who pulled an about face, equipped her swords, and now hovers ambiguously either above OR in counterpoint position facing off AGAINST our crew?
Conspiracies abound!...Welp, can't say most of the fanbase didn't already catch a whiff of an imminent $#!+$+%RM....So as my favorite lyric of all time (see: ‘The Mission’, by Puscifer) puts it, ‘Its all fire and brimstone, baby, so lets go outside...’
Beautiful metal tree art….
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