i want to talk about this idea the fandom has that curly didn't do anything to help anya. the fact of the matter is, curly didn't do anything to help anya on screen.
when we first join the conversation, anya's already told curly about the assault and is just updating him on her pregnancy status. we're never privy to what that first conversation looked like, what anya said or how curly responded or what decisions were made about it. but given that anya confided in him twice more about the situation (that she was pregnant and later that she had told jimmy), i have to assume his response to the initial assault disclosure was sufficient enough in her eyes that she knew she could continue confiding in him.
this exchange reads to me like "what to do about the assault" has been an on-going conversation between them, but curly has limited options to help her. but if he could figure out something to do, he'd do it.
let's look at the options available:
report it to HR. i don't think this option is very viable for a few reasons:
first, pony express doesn't seem to care about its employees. there aren't locks on their bedroom doors, there's only enough food and oxygen to get them from port to port with no emergency allotment, there are more crew than cryopods, they're not allowed to sleep for more than 5 hours a night, etc. i don't think they would have done anything to support her even if they had reported it.
HR may even blame anya for the assault, they may say that it happened because of something she did or did not do. it's her responsibility to take, not theirs.
second:
(thank you to @mudstoneabyss for pointing this one out to me)
curly needs this money because he's considering changing careers, which is likely to result in a pay cut or some amount of time job-hunting without income. swansea has a family back home he needs to provide for. it's daisuke's first year on the job and what a piss-poor welcome a pay cut would be, and he's an intern so the pay cut may be all or most of his salary. jimmy is living in poverty. anya has no savings.
it's entirely possible anya asked curly not to file an HR complaint not only because it would make her financial situation worse, but because she doesn't want to ask him, swansea, and daisuke to literally pay for jimmy's actions.
third:
even if curly did file an HR report he may have been told to do nothing. it's a long trip and they need all hands on deck to make the delivery on time! productivity over employee welfare. it's his job to keep the peace but keep jimmy working.
given how much stress curly's shown to be under, it can be assumed being captain is an extremely taxing job with a lot of both assigned duties and off-book duties. it may not actually be feasible to run the ship without a co-pilot.
maybe all he could do was talk to him.
2. go to the police. are there even police in space? i have to assume so because the alternative poses way too many questions. so there's space police. curly and anya call them and they come to the tulpar and dock on the ship and do an investigation and what happens to that limited food and air supply? the late delivery fee?
i'm a psychologist and my first psychology job was working as a crisis counselor for my county. my primary job was to sit with rape survivors as they had their rape kits done and support them as they made their reports to the police. this may not be true everywhere or across the board or in this dystopia but in my experience the police won't take a rape case seriously, or will have limited options to prosecute, or maybe won't even take the case at all without a rape kit.
so curly and anya call the police. they're going to have to file with HR too, to let the company know what's going on. and now anya has to pay for an HR complaint, a late delivery, and a rape kit.
is she going to get this paycheck at all?
3. curly acts on his own accord. this is the one that makes the least amount of sense to me, personally.
if curly just beats the shit out of jimmy then what? now jimmy's mad and embarrassed and takes it out on anya. we're going to confront him and risk making her suffering worse?
curly can't lock jimmy in his quarters for the duration of the trip not only because, as i said, maybe having a co-pilot is necessary for the ship to operate, but there are not locks on the doors.
curly can't lock him in the cargo hold because a) pony express would probably be beyond pissed off about that and who knows if the crew's pay would get docked or curly would get fired or if dragonbreath would sue them all for property damage and contamination. b) how do we get food and water to him? let him go to the bathroom? we open the doors and he busts out and who knows how violent he'll be then.
curly isn't going to kill him because a) that's one of his oldest friends, and i don't care what he's done or how angry curly is or how badly he wants to help anya, i really don't think it's realistic to think he'd be able to separate the anger from the love enough to end his life. b) it's cold-blooded, premeditated murder. it'd be one thing if curly caught jimmy in the act and killed him in defense of anya, he could maybe get away with that. but after the event is over? curly's going to jail for that, possibly for the rest of his life. if you worked at the post office and a coworker told you your best friend since childhood raped her are you clocking out and going to his house and killing him? it's not reasonable. i'm also just really floored how often i've seen this option brought up on the "prison reform abolish the police no matter how bad you are you still deserve human rights" website.
i also don't think it's reasonable, realistic, or kind to ask curly to act on his own accord without consulting anya. for curly to go against her wishes or act without her consent, that's further taking agency away from her. that's another man deciding what happens in her life. even if curly wanted to beat jimmy up or lock him away or kill him, maybe anya asked him not to.
so i ask, what was curly supposed to do? what did he and anya explore as options? what did anya ask him to do? we don't know and we'll never know. and that was intentional on wrong organ's part.
i don't say any of this to discount or discredit conversations or explorations or analyses about the role The Boys Club, toxic masculinity, and bro culture play into the plot, themes, narrative, or personal take-away players have. i fully 100% agree with, support, and endorse those narrative because despite everything i just said above, it's also true that curly is partially responsible.
it's true that he was irresponsible and an enabler for helping jimmy cheat on his psych exam, but there's no evidence at all that he's a conspirator to sexual assault and abuse, that he was going to cover for jimmy in a court of law. all he said was they would figure it out, and that could mean a whole lot of things.
i think curly has some percentage of the blame for what happened on the tulpar, i just don't think that percentage is as large of a number as a lot of people seem to believe. i'm not asking that we forgive or apologize or absolve curly, what i am asking is that we try to look at the situation with more nuance and empathy and good faith.
i don't think curly was a bad man or a bro who was ignoring anya and covering for jimmy's actions. but i also don't think he did enough to help her. he was never good at seeing the small details amongst the larger picture. he couldn't see jimmy for the dead pixel he was.
i think curly was sleep deprived, possibly under-fed, definitely overworked, and juggling too many balls with not enough options. i think he made the wrong choice, but i think he thought it was the lesser of the evils.
nightwing teasing y/n with his Escrima sticks (erotic electrostimulation) before he slides himself in... please and thank you
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rating: 18+ (MDNI)
Dick had you tied up on his bed. Spread wide open. Wrists and ankles hooked to different ends of the furniture, forbidding you from moving even an inch. Of touching anything that wasnāt him or his dick through the walls of every single hole you owned. Heād been in all of them tonight.Ā
You were a bliss of sweat and overstimulation. A pool of your mixed juices already soaking the bed sheet underneath you. But your boyfriend had a vigilanteās stamina, and even though heād made you cum more than four times tonight, and he himself must have had just as many orgasms as you, he wasnāt even close to finishing off with you. Ooh, he could last the whole night.
Feeling his cold hands sliding through the valley of your tits, you squirmed once he grabbed at one of them tightly. His nails dig on the sensitive skin, leaving red crescent moons as another piece of decoration on your chest, joining the purple and red stains and the bite marks he had left earlier to create a beautiful and sinful body of art.Ā
Your eyes pooled with water, and you extended your neck to catch a sight of his tall frame on top of yours. His hard-on slammed on your cheek, right beside your mouth, and you just had to turn your head, the only part of your body you still could move, to catch it between your lips. You sucked on the tip, the taste of his precum and your highs, all together, hitting your tongue. Abruptly, he thrusted his hip, sinking his cock deep in your throat, and you left out a muffled cry. A tear falling down your face.
Dick let out a chuckle. Dark and pretentious. āCanāt leave a hole unattended for too long. Right, my little slut?ā he said, wiping your tears with his thumb. His cock still filling your mouth, making your jaw hurt from being open wide for too long.Ā
The sweet gesture of his thumb caressing your cheek had you fooled. Thinking he was done being rough. But, he just diverted your attention away from the long stick he had in his hand. You only realized what he was doing when a strong jolt of electricity swept through your entire body from your core, making your back arch up from the sudden sensation. You almost let out a scream, if it wasnāt for your full mouth.
āQuiet. Quiet, little one,ā he cooed, stroking your cheeks with his knuckles.
You felt the stick resting on top of your clit again, just the pressure Dick was putting in making you water. Your heart beat faster in anticipation of the sensation about to come, but your boyfriend liked to play. He knew you were expecting it at any minute now, so he wouldnāt give it to you then, instead, pulling it in and out of you with swift moves.Ā
You cried out in pleasure, your moans stimulating Dickās cock and making him cum inside your mouth. His seed spilling out of the corners of your lips. When he finally slipped his cock out of your sweet little mouth, another strong burst of energy hit your clit and this time you let out a loud scream. Dick laughed at you again, enjoying every single one of your squirms, cries and pleas for him to stop. He wasnāt going to stop, not yet.
Suddenly, you felt his presence leave your side, and instead of finding time to pull yourself together, you worried about what he was about to do to you. The room was silent, and you had your eyes slammed shut, too weak to even open it. You felt your last orgasm sliding out of your folds, pooling under your ass. Without any warning, his cock ripped you apart, following along with one and another jolt of energy from his escrima stick.
With his free hand, he pressed his fingers on your waist, trying to keep your hips down. āQuiet,ā he devilishly laughed. But your body jumped with each thrust and each jolt he continued to send through your body. Soon, he had you cumming once and twice, to the point your body was so weak it wasnāt responding anymore to the sensations he had been giving you.
Unresponsive, you laid in bed trying to catch your breath, while your boyfriend reached his high once more within your walls with a loud grunt.
āYouāre so good to me, my little slut,ā he complimented, leaving a trail of kisses from your oversensitive clit, all the way up to your lips. āSo. Fucking. Good.ā He gave you a kiss, tongue sliding in as you felt the ropes getting loose. He had you untrapped, and immediately your arms and legs wrapped up around his neck and waist. He laughed again, the vibrations reverberating through your body. Pulling away from the kiss, exhausted and sore, you felt his lips on your cheeks, your tear soaked eyes, and your sweaty forehead.
Your breathing started to steady, as his lips now lingered just below your ears. Eyes still closed, you were ready to fall asleep, tangled on his body for warmth, and he continued his caresses all over your skin.
āNo, no, no, baby,ā he whispered sensually in your ear. āWeāre not done yet.ā You groaned, and felt his smile speaking against your neck. āWe still have a long night ahead.ā
once upon a time in 1400s-1500s germany there was a guy named Georgius Sabellicus who described himself as āMaster Georgius Sabellicus, Faustus Junior, Fountainhead of Necromancers.ā this pretentious fucker got himself a doctorate and was referred to asĀ āDoctor Faustusā or āDoctor Faustus, that eminent necromancerā whenever he came up in civil records of his time. he became world famousāor whatever was consideredĀ āworld famousā in 1510āfor his ability to foretell the future. after he died, rumours sprang up that he had gained his powers from satan. eventually, those myths gave rise to the āFaust Chapbook,ā a deeply christian story about a man, Johann Faust, who turned from god to satan and was served in his life by a demon named Mephistopheles. this legend was beautifully dramatised by Christopher Marlowe circa 1592 with his playĀ āThe Tragical History of the Life and Death of Doctor Faustus,ā and again by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe in 1808 with his play āFaust.ā both versions preserved and expanded upon the character Mephistopheles, resulting in the name entering popular culture in association with magic and tricks.Ā
in 1939, famed poet T.S. Eliot wrote āOld Possumās Book of Practical Cats.ā one of his poems opened with this banger of a line: āYou ought to know Mr. Mistoffelees! The Original Conjuring Cat.āĀ
in 1977, Andrew Lloyd Webber began writing a musical adaptation of Eliotās book. this musical, āCats,ā hit broadway in 1882. The Jellicle cat Mr. Mistoffelees, still a powerful magician, featured prominently.
in 2019, well, the movie adaptation of āCatsā was released.
Goetheās work āFaustā was so inspiring, that french composer, Charles Goudon, wrote opera with the same name (but containing only the first part of the story). It was so successfull and so memorable, that three other composers wrote pieces for violin and accompaniment (piano or orchestra), based on themes from the opera - these are Pablo Sarasate (goddamn show-off of the virtuos), Henryk Wieniawsky (same, but the piece is well known) and Charles Dancla.
the reason why Danclaās name is coloured red is because i canāt goddamn find anywhere the recording of it - thereās none! i found sheet music, but iām excited and salty at the same time about the possibility of being the first one to play this piece.
LND really said "You know what'll be a good idea? Taking Raoul's development from a somewhat spoiled, impatient, confident vicomte to a Sweet, loving and brave young man who only wants to keep Christine safe and making him into a drunken gambling addict who abuses his wife and kid." Huh
Sometimes I think about how amazing the 25th Anniversary concert was, like we had Ramin and Hadley slaying it as Enjolras and Grantaire, and Norm Lewis as Javert and donāt even let me get started on Samantha Barks. And I think hey, letās watch the 25th Anniversary concert againā¦.
āThe medieval warrior, realizing the consequences of his impulsive act, immediately approached the owner of the drone and offered to pay for the damage.
The owner of the drone was so impressed by the brilliant attack that he suggested organizing a competition for bringing down ādragonsā with short spears next year.
Drone owners have another year to develop a unique ādragon-likeā design for their flying machines.ā (x)
I am 100% cooler with this knowing that the spear-thrower realizedĀ āoops maybe I shouldnāt have done thatā and tried to make it right, andĀ that the guy who the drone belonged to was cool with it
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fellas im straight up not having a good time im in the middle of a lil meltdown over how much time iāve spent sewing roses on my skirt before realizing they were anuses (or ani like cacti? š¤)
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