Underneathe
Underneathe

Underneathe

the yards
 the yards

the yards

comely
comely

comely

yours
yours

yours

ons
ons

ons

accordingly
accordingly

accordingly

who you are
who you are

who you are

greeting
greeting

greeting

wieners
wieners

wieners

get out
get out

get out

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bravado: renehta: Rick Sanchez, Don Draper, and BoJack Horseman are three examples of a popular male character trope: the intelligent, talented, toxic, disconnected, detached man who fails to connect with others and is consistently and wildly self destructive in his quest to fill an emotional void with anything but human connection. The problem with this character archetype lies with the fans, insofar as a lot of people, a specific subset of men in particular, miss the entire point of the character. They’re so easily sucked in by the flashy veneer of masculine bravado on the surface of these damaged characters that they fail to understand why the characters are presented this way: you do not want to be like them. You are not supposed to identify with them positively or see them as someone to emulate, you are not supposed to sincerely root for them to win most of the time, they are antiheros. In spite of being the protagonist Rick, Don, and BoJack are almost never the “good guy” in any given scenario, they are almost always selfishly motivated, and explicitly harming innocent people for their own gain. The rare moments of redemption usually don’t last. Idolizing and lionizing these characters as an ideal or something to aspire to entirely misses the concept of the characters, and worse, celebrates behavior that is explicitly shown to be toxic and harmful. If you identify as “a Rick” then the entire concept of the show has gone completely over your head. The creators of all three shows position their characters clearly, and get more blatant with each season. To be clear, seeing negative traits in yourself and identifying with the struggle to improve them, or wanting these characters to change and grow is not what we’re referring to here, but rather the explicit support for and celebration of these characters as they are. This isn’t even a critique of the characters themselves. All of whom are well written, interesting, and complex, but rather it’s a critique of how we see and interpret these characters. This archetype applies to many characters like Sherlock, House, and Archer, and is also mirrored in family members like Beth to Rick or Mycroft to Sherlock. Liking these characters is fine. Enjoying them ia fine, but acknowledge what they are.
bravado: renehta:

Rick Sanchez, Don Draper,  and BoJack Horseman are three examples of a popular male character trope: the intelligent, talented, toxic, disconnected, detached man who fails to connect with others and is consistently and wildly self destructive in his quest to fill an emotional void with anything but human connection.

The problem with this character archetype lies with the fans, insofar as a lot of people, a specific subset of men in particular, miss the entire point of the character. 

They’re so easily sucked in by the flashy veneer of masculine bravado on the surface of these damaged characters that they fail to understand why the characters are presented this way: you do not want to be like them.  You are not supposed to identify with them positively or see them as someone to emulate, you are not supposed to sincerely root for them to win most of the time, they are antiheros. 

In spite of being the protagonist Rick, Don, and BoJack are almost never the “good guy” in any given scenario, they are almost always selfishly motivated, and explicitly harming innocent people for their own gain. The rare moments of redemption usually don’t last. 

Idolizing and lionizing these characters as an ideal or something to aspire to entirely misses the concept of the characters, and worse, celebrates behavior that is explicitly shown to be toxic and harmful.  

If you identify as “a Rick” then the entire concept of the show has gone completely over your head. The creators of all three shows position their characters clearly, and get more blatant with each season.

To be clear, seeing negative traits in yourself and identifying with the struggle to improve them, or wanting these characters to change and grow is not what we’re referring to here, but rather the explicit support for and celebration of these characters as they are.

This isn’t even a critique of the characters themselves. All of whom are well written, interesting, and complex, but rather it’s a critique of how we see and interpret these characters. This archetype applies to many characters like Sherlock, House, and Archer, and is also mirrored in family members like Beth to Rick or Mycroft to Sherlock. 

Liking these characters is fine. Enjoying them ia fine, but acknowledge what they are.

renehta: Rick Sanchez, Don Draper, and BoJack Horseman are three examples of a popular male character trope: the intelligent, talented,...

bravado: kudalyn: unlessler: I secretly wish someone would write coherent stories for the silly stuff I draw sometimes Let’s see what I can come up with! : ———————- “Moustache, really. I wrote better lyrics for my song this time!” “Oh? You mean the song that sent all the swammi swans fleeing in fear when you hit the high notes?” The Once-ler pouted, his bottom lip sticking out childishly. “Oh, come on. It wasn’t that bad.” He said, plucking a very happy Pipsqueak from his leg and placing the little barbaloot on the bed beside the Lorax. The Lorax huffed, his giant moustache fluttering. “Oh no, it was bad. I could swear you cracked some of your glasses with that last song. How on earth can a guy so tall sing that high?” He said, crossing his arms and raising one of his eyebrows. The tall man blushed, brushing out his shirt indignantly. “I can sing so high because I’m gifted. That’s why.” He said, turning on the spot and picking up his axe. The Lorax flinched instinctively. “Woah there, Beanpole. What are you gonna do with that?” He said, pulling the oblivious and excited Pip closer to him protectively. “Well, I need a microphone, don’t I?” The Once-ler smirked, his wide grin flashing in the lamp light. He raised up the axe to his mouth and propped one of his legs up on the footrest of his bed, posing dramatically. “Hey there folks, thanks for coming tonight.” He said with great bravado, wiggling his eyebrows at his ‘audience’. Pip giggled excitedly and stood up, trying to mimic the Once-ler as the Lorax merely sighed, crossing his arms again with a frown. “I promise I have a real treat for you tonight, you won’t be disappointed!” The Once-ler said, brushing his messy bangs off of his face. “I like to call this little song… I Love Nature.”
bravado: kudalyn:

unlessler:

I secretly wish someone would write coherent stories for the silly stuff I draw sometimes

Let’s see what I can come up with! :
———————-
“Moustache, really. I wrote better lyrics for my song this time!”
“Oh? You mean the song that sent all the swammi swans fleeing in fear when you hit the high notes?”
The Once-ler pouted, his bottom lip sticking out childishly. “Oh, come on. It wasn’t that bad.” He said, plucking a very happy Pipsqueak from his leg and placing the little barbaloot on the bed beside the Lorax. The Lorax huffed, his giant moustache fluttering.
“Oh no, it was bad. I could swear you cracked some of your glasses with that last song. How on earth can a guy so tall sing that high?” He said, crossing his arms and raising one of his eyebrows. The tall man blushed, brushing out his shirt indignantly. “I can sing so high because I’m gifted. That’s why.” He said, turning on the spot and picking up his axe.
The Lorax flinched instinctively. “Woah there, Beanpole. What are you gonna do with that?” He said, pulling the oblivious and excited Pip closer to him protectively.
“Well, I need a microphone, don’t I?” The Once-ler smirked, his wide grin flashing in the lamp light. He raised up the axe to his mouth and propped one of his legs up on the footrest of his bed, posing dramatically.
“Hey there folks, thanks for coming tonight.” He said with great bravado, wiggling his eyebrows at his ‘audience’. Pip giggled excitedly and stood up, trying to mimic the Once-ler as the Lorax merely sighed, crossing his arms again with a frown.
“I promise I have a real treat for you tonight, you won’t be disappointed!” The Once-ler said, brushing his messy bangs off of his face. “I like to call this little song… I Love Nature.”

kudalyn: unlessler: I secretly wish someone would write coherent stories for the silly stuff I draw sometimes Let’s see what I can com...