Ether Drift Theory

Aries - Leo/Sagittarius

Taurus - Cancer/Capricorn

Cancer - Scorpio/Taurus/Pisces

Leo - Aries/Aquarius

Virgo - Capricorn/Scorpio/Taurus

Libra - Aries/Gemini/Libra

Scorpio - Cancer/Virgo/Pisces

Sagittarius - Aries/Aquarius/Leo

Aquarius - Gemini/Libra

Capricorn - Virgo/Taurus

Pisces - Scorpio/Cancer

Yeah, the Furiosa comic book didn’t go that direction.

And then we’ve got Rictus being an oversexed, violent man-child leering at Cheedo and babbling about how he wants to touch her. Because, you know, portraying developmentally disabled people as violent, hypersexual, and dangerous has never tied into the high rates of abuse, rape, and mistreatment they face–oh wait. Hell, the whole situation is put into motion because, basically, a disabled person threatens Joe’s wives. And that’s fucking disgusting to me.

The comic’s primary narrative purpose seems to be to reinforce and perpetuate toxic masculinity. 

A “real man” is attracted to women, therefore Joe is attracted to boys, and disguises women as boys to sexualize them. A “real man” is hyper-sexual, therefore Joe is impotent, and requires chemical assistance to achieve an erection.

“Real men” are heroes. Joe is a villain, therefore he must not be a “real man.” He must be some kind of boy loving pervert eunuch.

This is the complete opposite of the movie’s message.

In the movie, women are heroes. 

Not just some narrow conception of “real women” either. Infertile women are heroes. Victimized women are heroes. Disabled women are heroes. Fat women are heroes. Old women are heroes. Women of different races. Women with different skills.

Yeah, the Furiosa comic book didn’t go that direction.

And then we’ve got Rictus being an oversexed, violent man-child leering at Cheedo and babbling about how he wants to touch her. Because, you know, portraying developmentally disabled people as violent, hypersexual, and dangerous has never tied into the high rates of abuse, rape, and mistreatment they face--oh wait. Hell, the whole situation is put into motion because, basically, a disabled person threatens Joe’s wives. And that’s fucking disgusting to me.

Give zero fucks about what anyone else is doing.

Seriously.  I mean it.  Because inevitably you will love something that no one else loves.  Or you will love something that everyone loves and people will shit all over it because it’s “so trite and unimaginative and done.” Or you will love something that no one else has ever heard of.  Or you will love something dark and edgy and or obscure and people will roll their eyes and say, “What, do you want people to think you’re dark and edgy and obscure?”

Alternatively, you will not love the thing that everyone else loves, and you will wonder what precisely is wrong with you that the sight of that thing is aggravating the shit out of you now when the whole world sings its praises as one.

People will irritate you.  They’ll irritate you with headcanons that make no sense and misinterpretations of canon.  They will make the same jokes 500 times.  They will overwhelm your corner of fandom with something you either are tired of hearing about or don’t care about.  They will post art that isn’t theirs.  You will meet people who think you are the greatest person ever and bombard you with messages  only to wander off when they find someone new or shinier; you will meet people whom you admire and who do not really seem to notice you exist. 

“I think he was a strong kid.

I think, you know, being much older, much older than him, I did feel that, sometimes, I needed to look out for him and I think so did the other prisoners around him feel the same. But obviously, being in Guantanamo, you can’t really look out for one another.

Uh, it’s, it’s, it’s difficult you know, today I’m here, and I’m, I’m thinking of, thinking of him and he’s still in prison and he’s still, still a kid. I don’t know really what I would say to him. It doesn’t seem, it doesn’t seem fair that he’s still there and, and I’m here.”

Khadr, a Canadian, was taken into US custody at the age of fifteen, tortured and refused medical attention because he wouldn’t attest to being a member of Al Qaeda, even though he was shot three times in the chest and had shrapnel embedded in his eyes and right shoulder. As a result, Khadr’s left eye is now permanently blind, the vision in his right eye is deteriorating, he develops severe pain in his right shoulder when the temperature drops, and he suffers from extreme nightmares.

Ahmed, who was imprisoned in the cell next to him for some time, reported that Khadr would return from interrogations (where he would be tortured) crying and would huddle in a corner of his cell with his blanket over his head.

Shafiq Rasul, another former Guantanamo Bay detainee, stated that although Khadr was forced to mature due to his harsh treatment and torture, he still had the mentality of a child. Guantanamo Bay’s Muslim chaplain James Yee confirmed this by reporting that Khadr had been given a Mickey Mouse book in a surprising act of kindness by one of his interrogators, and that he slept with it clutched to his (injured) chest. Muneer Ahmad, one of Khadr’s first attorneys, reported that at their first meeting at Guantanamo, Khadr asked for nothing other than colouring books, car magazines and pictures of big animals and played with the attorney’s ink pens and digital watch.

Winter Soldier: well written and developed female character fights the government with her golden retriever and bird

Colin Gibson (Production Designer): You bet your sweet… George — unfortunately — doesn’t like things that don’t work. I have in the past built him props that I thought were just supposed to be props, and then he goes, “Okay, plug it in now.”

The first version of the guitar which — I think I put too much into the flame thrower, not enough into the reverb. And yes, the flame throwing guitar did have to operate, did have to play, the PA system did have to work and the drummers… Unfortunately, I did get practice in all positions and I’ve got to tell you, the drumming was very uncomfortable at 70 [kilometers] an hour, eating sand.