I have been relatively good so far about not spewing my politics forth into the internet (those who have interact with me in RL have not been so lucky -- I have been loud, proud and vehement about many things), but as I catch up on my news here at work as my shift ends I cannot contain myself. Things happen and I won't be sorry for my personal beliefs and I don't think that anyone should ever be.
( the longest political ramble ever )
This country is supposed to be about opportunity and choice and the freedom to be who you want to be and chose to be and so many great things that people claim to have, but instantly forget about the instant conflicting viewpoints get involved. Maybe it's just the idealist in me, but people should wake up and realize that part of being a human being is stepping outside the world the grew up in and not black and white choice between losing what you hold dear and changing the world. We're in all this together. Let's kind of act like it for a change.

Before I get started I am going to warn that I not only have I apparently found my high horse (and ridden in on it), but I have no intentions of getting off it in the next moment or two. This post will not be friends locked so if you want to spread the link, feel free to do so [however, if I get flamed or anything, I am shutting it down, stat].

I just have to say.

NOTE: BEHIND THE CUT IS A DISCUSSION OF THINGS OF A SENSITIVE NATURE. DO NOT CLICK IF YOU HAVE ISSUES WITH ANY OF THE FOLLOWING: RAPE/SEXUAL ASSUALT, RAPE CULTURE, PROSTITUTION, FEMINISM, AND VARIOUS RELATED THINGS. THANK YOU.

( rape is an act of violence, an assertion of power by one individual over an another through force. )
I remember. Do you?

(sometimes, i smoke the really good crack. and sometimes, belle_bing smokes it with me.)

THE THEORIES. CRACKED, UNCRACKED, RAW, BOILED, AND LIKE GOOD POTATOES (MAYBE AN EGG OR TWO) ON TIME LORDS IN NEW WHO.

Warning: Spoilers abound all the way through Series 3, Episode 12 ("The Sound of Drums") and then for some of the audios as well (namely Gallifrey, though less so); so don't click the cut if you don't want to get spoiled.

( and now for the actual text of the matter )

In other, still dorky things. I want a sally sparrow header. Cause she's crazy adorable like that. mm, yes.

Nothing says "Hello Monday!" Like "mm. BSG Meta".

Parallels and Non-Conformities: Or How This Has Really All Been Done Before.
An Essayish Thing On the Sheer Awesome of the Historicalness of Battlestar Galactica

And because I have no idea what is or is not a spoiler and what might spew forth from my mouth fingertips...

( everything is behind an el-jay cut. )

A Friday Crack!Essay (would that be a Cressay?) to get the weekend rolling. Also to suit all your fandom needs

Age and/or Genetic Relation and/or Time Travel/Vortexes and/or Anything Else Can't Stop Our Love!:
An Essay on Loving the One You Love When Social Mores Say "Ew That's Gross"

Written of course by me, Lina, echochaser9 [just in case you have NO IDEA where you are right now] and loving dedicated to ohh_calamity. And for the record, I'll probably be spoiling...someone, on something, so be warned.


Let's start at the beginning, shall we?

We have a boy. Boy meets girl¹. To say boy "meets" girl is figurative, he doesn't have to actually meet her meet her, he can just see a hologram of her to be totally hooked, swooning even, and she could have only said nine words². But I digress.

The aforementioned boy has the hots for the girl (or perhaps it's a girl who loves a boy, let's not be genderstereotyping here), but we get ourselves to the point where Wooing must occur. So Wooing occurs. Flowers are bought, romantic gestures performed, mariachi bands are hired, lives are saved using alien powers, vampires are slayed, souls won/lost, Death Stars are destroyed, capes are worn and general sillyness, cheesiness and chaos occurs.

At last, the Couple is united.

And they're disgustingly cute. But don't worry, Fate won't let be together, that's not conduscive to ratings and marketing strageties. Plus, a bleeding heart and angsty fangirl is a fangirl who keeps watching as she hopes that they'll ride off into the sunset.

So The Powers That Be converge to divine a way to break up our Beloveds.

How Dare They.

There are a number of a ways in which they can do this, but let's run through the short this:

x Age

Suddenly one character of the Beloveds becomes WAY younger than she/he used to be. Age, while figuratively and mathematically speaking is really just a number, socially is kind of squicky when craddle robbing becomes an issue. It's also a problem when you're Jossed and she's suddenly 2 years younger and now 17 years younger than he is, as opposed to fifteen....whoops.

x Genetics!

Oh no! Not incest! Yep, suddenly, the beloveds become...family? And no, we're not talking about a quick shotgun wedding here, we're talking about relations. They could be anything, cousins, half siblings, even uncle/niece. The possibilities are LIMITed. But nonetheless...kind of...weird.

x Time

Now this one is kind of weird, but funny regardless. What happens when time travel separates the soulmates? He was trying to save you by shoving you through the circle of rocks that brought accidentally together in the first place so that you can have his baby, despite the fact that now you have to live in 200 years in the future thinking he's dead³! What also could happen, is the fact that you're trapped in alternate dimension, running parallel to his, wherein he has to burn up a sun just to say goodbye, crying two of the wankiest tears known to man and you'll never see him again, but you get you're dead dad back as a bonus⁴! This is a possibility, wherein the choices are limitless. I could go on and on.

x Mortal Enemies

It kind of worked for Romeo & Juliet, if you discount the fact that it killed them. Everything is going swell and then you find out that Your One And Only is your Mortal Enemy. Damn You Fate. Chances are that he/she is another species and/or a warring family. How's that for sorry odds? Should've asked for ID.

x The Other Species/Secret Identity Thing.

Alien/Werewolf/Batman/Whatever. It won't work because one of you has something to hide. And that something? Is HUGE.

x A Destiny.

One of you has a Pre-Written Destiny. And Unfortunately, it does not include your Woobie.

Here we are. With our renegades. If you're trying to soundtrack this, I suggest Styx's Renegade⁵, for prime enjoyment. They just won't give up. Love will find a way.

Because it breaks all boundaries. So that's where the shippers come in. There are shipper wars. The writers try to fight them Fate, because these kids just want to be together. It's so Right yet so Wrong. Society says they shouldn't, they mustn't, that it's just not cool. Yet the next thing they know, they're doing it in back alleys, dark corners, broom closets, attics, cemeteries, everything thing they think is "secret".

Society Can't Stop Them. Nor Can Social Norms.

And boy, do we eat that stuff up. Now most of the afformentiated problems can be fixed (via fanfic), or covered in the "angst is just too good to pass up" category. You just have to hope that the show isn't cancelled, the film doesn't end, and everything doesn't go to pot before the couple gets broken up/back together. Otherwise you're screwed (all while they're not). Love lifts us up where we belong.

Now, should you find yourself in a situation like this in RL⁶, start to question things. Do you have cameras following you? Is your name something cute and abbreviated? Do you have a crush on the boy/girl next door/bad boy/loner type? Are you adopted and possess secret powers? Because if the answer is yes. Then....yes, your life is scripted. And we are watching and shipping you. And yes, you are pretty much emotionally screwed.

Sorry. But You're Love is Doomed, and We Love It. Society Doesn't, but Try, Try Anyways.

You can do it. I promise you can do it.

And remember, when you and the one you love runaway, go for the beat up old pick up truck.

1. Girl is just a metaphor in this case. It doesn't actually have to a girl girl, it can be a) a boy, b) a robot, or c) pretty much anything. I'm not trying to instill a bias. I'm just using a cliché.
2. "Help me, Obi-Wan Kenobi. You're my only hope."
3. I swear to God, I'm not making this one up. Really, I'm good, but I'm not that good.
4. Fucking RTD.
5. Which I don't have, but REALLY want. Damn you iPot for failing me.
6. Real Life