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Any setting where the elves have weaker booze than the dwarves isn’t committing to the bit
I mean, we’re talking about people whose lifespan is Yes.
“Oh, the weak wine? That is for children. I am two thousand years old, and I daresay one sip from this highball would knock you on your ass for a week.”
Look, there’s this weird thing people do with high fantasy where they want elves to be immortal/extremely long-lived snooty aristocrats and also somehow incapacitated by imagining the taste of salt too hard. “Orcs and dwarves have the hardest booze” no they don’t, they have work in the morning! In any of these settings, elves would pregame harder than hobbits party and everyone else has shit to do tomorrow.
The average high elf builds up the drug tolerance of a mid-70s Hollywood producer and then spends three centuries studying alchemy. While humans seek immortality, the Immortals seek the elusive “philosopher’s cocaine.”
I know people on tumblr looove stories of underwater cave diving, but I haven’t seen anyone talk about nitrogen narcosis aka “raptures of the deep”
basically when you want to get your advanced scuba certification (allowing you to go more than 60 feet deep) you have to undergo a very specific test: your instructor takes you down past the 60+ foot threshold, and she brings a little underwater white board with her.
she writes a very basic math problem on that board. 6 + 15. she shows it to you, and you have to solve it.
if you can solve it, you’re good. that is the hardest part of the test.
because here’s what happens: there is a subset of people, and we have no real idea why this happens only to them, who lose their minds at depth. they’re not dying, they’re not running out of oxygen, they just completely lose their sense of identity when deep in the sea.
a woman on a dive my instructor led once vanished during the course of the excursion. they were diving near this dropoff point, beyond which the depth exceeded 60 feet and he’d told them not to go down that way. the instructor made his way over to look for her and found a guy sitting at the edge of the dropoff (an underwater cliff situation) just staring down into the dark. the guy is okay, but he’s at the threshold, spacing out, and mentally difficult to reach. they try to communicate, and finally the guy just points down into the dark, knowing he can’t go down there, but he saw the woman go.
instructor is deep water certified and he goes down. he shines his light into the dark, down onto the seafloor which is at 90 feet below the surface. he sees the woman, her arms locked to her sides, moving like a fish, swimming furiously in circles in the pitch black.
she is hard to catch but he stops her and checks her remaining oxygen: she is almost out, on account of swimming a marathon for absolutely no reason. he is able to drag her back up, get her to a stable depth to decompress, and bring her to the surface safely.
when their masks are off and he finally asks her what happened, and why was she swimming like that, she says she fully, 100% believed she was a mermaid, had always been a mermaid, and something was hunting her in the dark 👍
Hobie Brown, Emotional Preparation, and the Art of Great Dialogue
Nearly all of Hobie’s dialogue is written with his goal - protecting and preparing Miles for Miguel’s abuse - in mind, even if it may not be obvious at first watch.
Here’s an unhinged breakdown where I over-analyze literally every one of Hobie’s lines and explain how every sentence was written to contribute directly to Miles’ radicalization.
Hobie has around 10 minutes screentime total, but for the sake of introductions and this analysis, let’s start at the end of the battle, and the beginning of the quantum hole.
Starting with his first line in the scene:
“I don’t follow orders. Neither does he.”
All morals considered, Hobie doesn’t seem like the type to speak for someone who can speak for themselves - he’s a punk after all.
But here, he speaks for Miles. This line serves to tell Miles ‘I don’t respect them, why should you?’, but funnily enough, it can also be a point to Jess, as if to say 'Miles isn’t interested.’ - even if he is.
“Bit much, innit?”
While, Hobie and Mile’s next interaction is their exchange in the elevator, the scene leads to Mile’s introduction to the Society. Miles gawks at the lobby, obviously impressed. Gwen affirms this awe, telling him ’this is just the lobby.’
However, Hobie feels the need to chime in. His next dialogue 'Bit much, innit?’ is a subtle nudge to Miles that the society is not a place to be in awe off. It’s a spectacle, one that’s a bit overdone. Knowing Miles now sees Hobie as cool, Hobie makes it known - he sees the Society as uncool.
“Gwendy, How much have you told him? About his place in all this? Maybe not enough.”
'So what happened about that small elite strike-team?’ - 'Most of these are part time.’ This is by far one of Hobie’s more interesting lines, and I wrote about it here. But in short, this is Hobie’s soft but direct confrontation of Gwen. After Gwen lies to Miles in front of him, Hobie immediately asks how much Gwen has revealed to him. And when she tries to play it off, he openly says 'Maybe that’s not enough.’ He’s not angry with Gwen, but he is disappointed, which in turn motivates him to have his discussion with Miles.
i gave up ‘recommending’ things years ago. nowadays i just expose everyone i know to abnormally high background radiation for months to years before pushing them over the guard rails into the reactor soup the moment their guard is down
Public transit be like your bus is due …..now! ……..now! …..any second now…….okay now! Just kidding uhh…………..now! Okay itll be 17 minutes ☺️ hope that helps. Aw shit we sent the invisible bus again
Spiderverse really said “Your grief was not necessary. It served no purpose. It did not make you better or kinder or wiser. It did not make the world better. You did not need to suffer to do good. You should never have had to suffer the way you did.
Grief is so strong and so painful that you had to justify it to yourself in order to accept it. You convinced yourself you are better because of it. That the good things you do are because of your grief, instead of in spite of it. You needed to believe it in order to move past the pain.
But the moment you believe your suffering was necessary, you begin to believe the suffering of others is necessary. And when you believe the suffering of others is necessary, you begin to be complicit in it and eventually begin actively and purposefully causing it.”
