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if we can set aside attachment discourse for a moment (please) i think the jedi marriage prohibition makes sense in a “please don’t enter a complex legal, financial, social, and in some cases religious contract, the specifics of which vary wildly depending on planet and culture” way. the single jedi with a law degree does not have time to draft everyone’s prenups to prevent the whole order from getting sued
#we could create so many interesting new problems if we ignore romance and make it about contracts generally#jedi prohibition on getting a loan. jedi prohibition on signing a waiver before bungee jumping. etc
"Qui-Gon didn't try to buy Anakin or the engine because there wasn't anyone in town who offered a credit exchange service" wrong. Qui-Gon gambled for Anakin under the table because after dealing with the Cyrkon Delinquency of 24850, Master Olobi, Esq, has personally promised to hang by the the toes from the highest tower of the Temple for one week any Jedi who generates any trackable legal transaction or obligation between the Order and the Hutts.
I have such a visceral reaction to fandom acting like Kakashi was wrong, or worse, piteous for all the time he spent at the Memorial Stone. It genuinely makes me lose my mind and this take is EVERYWHERE.
Naruto (the story, not the boy. but also the boy) is about how love is never wrong. It's never wasted and it doesn't have to be deserved. To then turn around and paint Kakashi's love and devotion to Obito and Rin as stupid and shameful is ????
Rin and Obito represent two lives that were ended too soon, two children who died in a bloody war they should never have been in. Kakashi mourns them, and continues to mourn them years after their death (supposed, in Obito's case) because they were his friends and he loved them, they were his comrades that he fought a war with and they died because they were cannon fodder for an ever-churning war machine.
Kakashi's refusal to "let go" and "move on" is, I would argue, a radical act. It is an extension of his those who abandon their comrades are worse than scum ideology. In a world that treats children as expendable soldiers, cheap and replacable, Kakashi refuses to see his fallen comrades like that. He carries them with him because they weren't expendable. Not to him and not to the people who loved them. By going to the Memorial Stone, Kakashi keeps his teammates memory alive. By continuing to mourn them, he does not let them be forgotten, just another couple of names in a sea of dead. They were people, they had lives and dreams and hopes and now he is the only keeper of their memory. Even in death, he will not abandon his comrades.
And this choice is vindicated!! This is what gets me the most!! Not only is Kakashi keeping Obito and Rin's (and his father's!!) memory alive by passing on Obito and Sakumo's nindo what eventually leads to Naruto saving the world, but it is personally vindicated too!! because Obito comes back to their side!!! Kakashi's love and faith and devotion all these years were not misplaced!! Obito gets to die a hero a second time because Kakashi raised children who held to Obito's ideals and he was only able to do that because of how closely he held Obito and Rin's memory and sacrifice.
At the end of the day, I think people criticize Kakashi for paying "too much" tribute to the dead because they think it made him a bad teacher or because he "lived in the past," and I just don't think either of those things is true but I guess that's for another day.
But yeah, to conclude, tl:dr, Kakashi's visits to the memorial stone are emblematic of his commitment to honouring his teammates and keeping their memory alive, a choice that is ultimately vindicated by the narrative and to paint it as pathetic/short-sighted/unwarranted goes against the themes of the show. Thank you for coming to my TED talk.
The thing about every mass effect game taking place on the Normandy is that it is home and also a tomb
there's ship of theseus shepard but there's also cassandra shepard, cursed to never be believed despite the true prophecies she shares. she's cursed with the prothean beacon and foresees the destruction of the galaxy, images burned into the backs of her eyelids and is told she has baseless claims. will you help me? she asks the council, and the council says they need more evidence. will you help me? she asks the council and their hands are tied. she stops saren but there are whispers maybe she could have done more, and she bites her tongue because she believes that too, but the council could have done more. the reapers are coming, and they say, sure, say, they aren't real, don't you know that? will you help me? she asks and they send her to the far reaches of the galaxy, a spectre sent on errands. she and the normandy do not come back. but then she does, commander and ship rebuilt anew, not meant to exist but here all the same. will you help me? she asks the council, and they tell her she does not exist, what proof does she have of these claims? the colonies of one species cannot be the concerns of all. she bites her tongue and her mouth swims with blood. the reapers are coming, and they say, no they aren't, say, you need to stop saying that. the spectre floats through space with a crew who never quite looks her in the eye, but they follow regardless. the dead leading the dying. they do not expect to come back from this. will you help me? she asks, and they say, we are here. the collectors are a real threat, barely leaving ghosts behind, and they greet her because she is familiar, isn't she. she isn't supposed to be here either. the reapers are coming she warns, and they say, you have said this for years, why should we trust you? will you help me? she asks and the alliance says there isn't much they can do but she must answer for her actions. will you help me? she asks and let her sit in solitude, think of what she has done, what she has claimed. images burned into the backs of her eyelids and the reapers are here. will you help us? the galaxy asks, and she says what else would i do?
dont get me started on mordin solus's speech patterns and his refusal to use personal pronouns, most notably when discussing genophage modification, until right before he dies and for the first time starts a sentence with i. dont get me started. full accountability right at the end. no sugarcoating, no deflecting, no rambling. i made a mistake. and then he repeats it. i made a mistake. as if even he cant believe he admitted it out loud, as if it feels so foreign on his tongue. dont even start to gas me up, brenda. dont even think about mentioning that the only time he gets close to a personal pronoun in reference to the genophage is when he talks about his team, calls them "we" as a unit, never to do it again as soon as he realizes the maelon defected. shut your fucking mouth. don't do it. don't say a goddamn word about it. if you even think about discussing how mordin has depersonalized himself so much from the trauma that came with his work that it even bled into the way he talks for the rest of his life, ill fucking lose my mind.
It's never not funny that the entire planet of Illium knew Thane Krios' full government name, race, and his NEXT TARGET and still couldn't do anything about it. Everyone you ask is like "Thane Krios? Oh you mean our local assassin? Yeah he's here somewhere. I think he's after Nassana."
He's Illium's open secret in the way that Archangel was Omega's, but at least Garrus took steps to protect his identity. Thane was quite possibly the only drell on the planet. Walking around in that outfit of all things.
God I love Wrex. He's genuinely so insightful. Whenever I took him with me he's nearly ALWAYS the one who knew before it was obvious that we were heading into an ambush or that something wasn't quite right. When we met Vigil Wrex was the one who said as we headed down that he didn't think what was happening was Sarens doing. He says he knew Saren wasn't a good guy when he met him prior to the events of the game and he met him once for a few minutes. He speaks about only being good for fighting; but he was genuinely trying to do something about the genophage before he had to leave his planet AND he still DEEPLY cares about trying to fix it now even if he tells you it's a lost cause because krogans are too focused on other things. He claims his species is best at war and not things like science but he's just!! So clever and he clearly KNOWS on some level that a lot of what the Krogan experience is is based on their subjection/treatment in the galaxy. He enjoys jobs where his opponent is smart and good at what they do; and he is smart enough to be crafty and manipulate individuals such as when he got an employer to pay him to be a guard even AFTER he failed to kill the guy he was sent after. He is grumpy, but he cares about Shepard and he cares about stopping Saren. He's cynical and not sure that things can change for the better but he's also got this little nugget of hope in him that comes out so strongly at times. I love him. Best alien. Smart little guy. Best friend.
God I love how ME2 is filled with people who were MANUFACTURED. MADE. DEVELOPED LIKE MACHINES. Shepards a multi-billion credit product. Miranda was genetically engineered to be perfect. Jack was an experiment. You have to let Grunt out of his test tube. what a fun team to go up against evil machines; against Geth and against the Reapers. How apt. How terrifying. So many implications.
saw a post about how Mass Effect gave Shepard the Spectre title in the first game, then killed them off and brought them back in the next, rendering Shepard a literal walking, talking, touchable ghost that haunts their own life
but like. it is crazy that Shepard is specifically a vengeful ghost with unfinished business.
Shepard fended off the first Reaper attack, and is killed before they can stop the actual threat. Then they're brought back to life, with the express purpose of stopping the Reapers, for real this time.
Shepard avenges their own death, finishes their unfinished mission, and then, like all ghosts who resolve their unfinished business, has to go. Maybe they die for real, maybe they only lose their body, but they're not allowed to stay. The purpose of the haunting is over.
like idk how purposeful any of this was, but it is immensely satisfying to me to know that from the moment Shepard wakes up in ME2 they're on borrowed time. Shepard is given enough time to set their untimely death to rights and not a minute more.
People hate on the ending of Mass Effect 3 for a variety of reasons. For me, it's the way they, like.
They know. The developers know that the Destroy ending is the obvious correct answer. The kneejerk reflex after all this fighting is to want them destroyed.
That's why they arbitrarily hold a gun to EDI and the Geth's heads over and go, "You better not. You BETTER FUCKING NOT. I'll shoot. I SWEAR I'LL DO IT."
Which completely ruins any philosophical nuance that deciding the Reapers' fate might have. "Should we seek symbiosis with them, take control of them, or kill them and also murder a bunch of other unrelated people in cold blood too why not?"
They knew the choices they were offering weren't very compelling. So they put a hand on the scale.
Because the thing is? Destroy is the kneejerk, of course. But after much consideration? Objectively, Destroy is the right answer for the Reapers. Or would be if they didn't have that gun. The very existence of the Control ending proves that.
The problem with Control as an option is that it eliminates the Reapers' capacity for agency. The ME3 ending states in no uncertain terms that the Reapers are slaves to program. They obey the Catalyst unthinkingly. They destroy societies in an endless cycle because that is what the Catalyst believes is best, based on his own ideas.
He, the Catalyst, is a self-aware AI.
But the Reapers are not. They just obey the Catalyst. For all their bluster in ME1 and 2, for all Sovereign and Harbinger like to talk big, they're all just word-processing. The Catalyst is the only thinking machine among them.
And the proof of that is that if Shepard replaces the Catalyst and sends them contradictory orders, the Reapers all universally obey the new protocol without question. They're in the midst of destroying worlds when the program "Do not destroy these races," comes through. And so they all drop what they're doing and leave without an ounce of hesitation or consideration.
Because they're just obedient machines.
And if that is true? If they're not intelligent, free-thinking artificial life like the Geth or EDI?
Then what value is their existence? They're just complicated warships built for genocide. That is the totality of their being.
And if that is true? Then why would we "seek coexistence" with brainless killing machines? Why would we want to control them, to arm a god-emperor with an armada of planet-killing super-weapons to keep the galaxy in line?
If Reapers obey the Catalyst unquestioningly, if they will obey Shepard unquestioningly, if they are just unthinking and unquestioning machines....
Then obviously we should just destroy them. That is the conclusion that the Catalyst and his choices inevitably brings us back to. If they're just the Catalyst's weapons of slaughter and nothing more, then those weapons of slaughter should not exist. They should all be destroyed and their destruction celebrated in the same way we would celebrate all the world nations disarming their nuclear arsenals.
But the game says no. If you destroy the Reapers, you destroy EDI and the Geth. Because it thinks they're the same, even as it introduces this plot point that completely upends any claim the Reapers have to being intelligent.
In the end, the final choice of ME3 is flawed at a point of basic principles. I reject the notion that it's founded on, that what you choose to do with the Reapers is a reflection of your beliefs towards EDI and the Geth, and their right to coexist with organic lifeforms.
Because they're alive.
And the Reapers are not.
The ending itself told me that.
project hail mary time travel fic but it's stratt. and she has to do it again.
the thing here is of course that it worked. it worked, so she has to do it again. she has to send him again. she's not even going to save dubois and shapiro, she's not going to save yao and ilyukhina, she's not changing anything, it worked.
except maybe she adds some supplies, to the ship. increases the amount of food, includes some organic compounds. more painkillers. and maybe she spends more time in proximity to grace. not working with him, not talking to him, just doing what she'd be doing anyway, what she's already done, with him in her line of sight
and he notices, because that's his job. was his job. that was the point of him, to know her well enough to notice something has changed. and he doesn't say anything, isn't going to say anything, and in fact maybe nothing gets said. neither of them say anything and the lab explodes and she sends him to die and she waits and waits and waits and the beetles come back and he doesn't. and then she wakes up again on an aircraft carrier off the coast of china
and it WORKED. and she's here AGAIN, because maybe this is just what happens to you when you are the final signature on a mass extinction event. maybe this is her penance. maybe the world continues on without her, warmer and brighter, but she has to stay here in the worst of it and hold it all together.
she did better. she tried. she knew more. once she'd killed him, once he was out her reach, she could change more. maybe less people died. maybe different people died.
she looks at him as long as she's able and she packs him more vitamins and she doesn't say anything and the lab explodes and she waits and the crops fail and she waits and the wars start and she waits and the beetles come back and she wakes up again on an aircraft carrier and she rolls over to press her face into the mattress and she screams
the fifth time, she promotes him. six months from launch, that's when she wakes up, and she gets out of bed and gets presentable and walks to his door and says You're the primary science officer now. and he says What? No. No, it can't be me. and she says It has to be you. and she's not trying to do anything with her face, with her voice, but something must happen anyway because he looks at her and says You're sure? You're really sure? and she says It should have been you from the start. and he says Okay, let me– Gosh, okay, I have been awake five minutes and all I've eaten since yesterday is candy, but sure, yeah, I'll go on the suicide mission. Are you– We're getting breakfast, c'mon.
she packs him vitamins. she looks at him. he gets mildly obsessed with a different c-drama every time, somehow. maybe that's the linchpin, maybe he just has to make it through them all. she fills a harddrive with them. she tells him she's never been more sure of anything than she is of him. she waits and she waits and she waits. the beetles come back. he doesn't. she wakes up on an aircraft carrier.
she stops the lab explosion. she keeps him out of prison by the skin of her teeth. the beetles don't come back.
she lets the lab explode. she lets him hate her for killing him. she's going to be older than his alien, soon. she's on the aircraft carrier, watching him breathe, for six months. and then she's waiting, and waiting, and waiting, for twenty seven years. twenty seven years is too long for any neat little montages of her catching things before they fall. the weather isn't even the same. it depends who wins the war for the sahara. she's sisyphus, she's prometheus, she's atlas. she kills her only warmth and it gets colder and colder and colder until she wakes up again and there he is. maybe it's a gift. six whole months of him breathing
she wakes up on the aircraft carrier and she lets herself lay there because he comes looking for her after half an hour and she sees his face and she says Oh, it's good to see you. and he narrows his eyes and leans forward to press the back of his hand to her forehead, and he's never done that before. he grabs her arm, he taps her shoulder, their fingers brush when he hands her something. that's it. that's all. it's like an electric shock, his hand on her forehead. his worry. she's going to kill him and he's worried she's running a fever. she doesn't deserve six months
he says, What? she says I'm fine. he says You can't wave a get-out-of-jail-free card at a contagion. You should go back to bed. she says No, I should get to my meeting. he says Oh I already told them you're not coming. C'mon, sleep another two hours. I'll find you some soup.
and she says I keep killing you and you never make it any easier. Why do I keep getting you back? and he says Why am I here at all? and he doesn't remember, he's just far too willing to follow her anywhere, and she doesn't want to lose him. she has to. she says It has to be you. and he says If you're sure.
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the diana allers interviews in shep’s cabin in me3 are so unserious in some ways. imagine you’re exhausted and hopeless and experiencing these insane horrors and then you turn on the news to see a riveting and hopeful interview with THE commander shepard and the person that’s supposed to save everyone shows up in a hoodie they’ve been blatantly wearing for a week straight, darkest circles known to man under their eyes, fish tank full in the background, model ship half-completed on the desk. shitty club synth music bumpin. look at my galactic hero dawg im gonna die
They've filled the Normandy with people who look up to you in an effect to placate you and make you feel at home, but it's more alienating than if everyone hated you. They've given you your own private quarters but they make you feel alone and cut off from everyone. They say it's your ship, just like the one flew on before, and that you're in command, only there are doors that won't open for you and are locked tight. They parade before you a friend you knew who is so excited about all of this, but you didn't live through that and you're not over what you lost like he is. You look in the mirror and you're literally cracking at the seams and they tell you and only you can save the galaxy - enough that you were worth billions of resources to bring back - and you think about the soldier, the friend, you lost on Virmire and how nobody thought to bring them back. You're a ghost everyone is worshipping, a legend that everyone is clinging to, a soldier, a spectre, a saviour, a hero, but not a person anymore.
Obsessed with playing Mass Effect over and over again like this story will literally never end in anything but tragedy. Shepard might be an asshole or a saint, a caring friend or a hardened soldier, a complex enigma or an open book, and any combination or in between thereof.
And it doesn't matter because Jenkins always dies. And Ash dies, or Kaidan dies. And Shepard dies. And Shepard lives. And your crew dies. And the little boy is shot down. And Palaven burns. And Illium falls. And earth is ripped apart. And Shepard dies.
You can't save them. Nearly a dozen playthroughs of hard work, an endless uphill climb, and even if you get it picture perfect, take every quest, save every hostage and gun down every bad guy, your reward is the ugly choice, the mirror of war: how many lives will you sacrifice to take one more breath? Will you kill the geth you just painstakingly saved for a single inhale on the charred remains of an exploded station? Or will you let the narrative go the way it's meant to and just let Shepard die?
So Shepard lives, or Shepard dies, and the story always ends the same goddamn way. And you queue up Mass Effect 1 again because you have to.
Keep trying. Maybe it'll turn out this time.
What I really, really wish Bioware had focused on when it came to defeating the reapers is the singular advantage our cycle had. Every previous cycle lost all chance at survival the moment the reapers came out of dark space, because the reapers took the Citadel, and therefore the relays. With the reapers in control of the relays system, they cut off travel, communication, and obliterate supply lines.
Everyone in every previous cycle was cut off and isolated before they even knew what hit them. If they didn’t even know the reapers existed, it might be years, even decades before they knew what happened at all! There would be no way to share intel, to warn others about reaper movements, etc. A society that developed to rely on the relays would be utterly crippled without them, and every previous cycle lost the relays in the opening minutes of an attack they didn’t even know was coming.
Except us. Our cycle kept the Citadel. When the reapers showed up we still had control of it AND the relays. We were the first cycle in the history of the reapers to keep that advantage - because of the prothean scientists on Ilos. It's really an incredible thing when you think about it.
The previous cycles couldn't evacuate, fall back and mount a defense with their allies. They couldn’t reach safety. Without the relays there was nowhere to go! All the reapers had to do was go system by system to wipe everyone out systematically, and all that any previous cycle could do was wait until they were next and fight the best they could with what they had available.
The crucible is such an insane concept because there would have been no way to pull it off. You don't have the resources, the labor, the logistics, to even begin to build it, because you don't have the relays to move the resources or the people where they need to be. And even more insane, the battery for the whole damn thing was the Citadel, which every previous cycle lost access to in the opening minutes of the initial attack!
Even if the protheans or anyone else could have found a way to build it, there would have been no way to use it. Why in the world would you base your MacGuffin on something so inaccessible?
If you had to use the Crucible as your win button, it could have been interesting if you looked at it not as something that everyone else ran out of time to build, but as something other cycles had conceived of and had no way to build - but we did. At a cost.
The reapers are here. We might still have comm buoys and the relays, but the reapers are still killing billions, destroying strategic locations and wreaking havoc with supply lines. So if you are diverting supplies to build the Crucible...who are you taking them from? Whose front collapses because you took what they needed to build that thing? Who gets fucked over because this ship had to mine minerals to build the crucible instead of run supplies to refugees? A war table like you had in DA:I could have been so interesting in Mass Effect 3.
The fact that the protheans reached through time and made one, small change that dramatically changed the way the reapers harvest a cycle had so much potential. We were different. We had a chance no one else ever had, not just because Shepard is a badass, but because a small group of people who had no hope for themselves decided to have hope for someone else. We weren’t better than other cycles – we were gifted something no one else got: the protheans broke the cycle. We didn’t. They did.
I wish the game hadn’t forgotten that, and I wish the ending would have found a way to tie back to that. Instead of boiling the end of the trilogy down to an RGB choice between control, destroy, and synthesis, I wish it had celebrated the truth that we are nothing without our differences. We are nothing without each other. We could bring a bunch of disparate organic and synthetic races together to fight for each other’s right to exist because the people who came before us performed a selfless act to help a future they would never see.
What do you think would have happened in Shane and Ilya were outed during the Sochi Olympics? I'm reading a fic about this and them running away and I'm aware it's not realistic, but I think you're the only writer in the fandom really capable of putting things into perspective, so your opinion is important to me
Anyway I'm actually starting to think you're a genius!! How do you know so much about so many topics it's crazy
I am so honored by the trust you have placed in me. I did my absolute best for you.