Fuck your ableism.

Someone want to explain this bullshit to me? I mean, strip away the fucking ridiculousness of a drama about a guy with a beaver puppet on his hand and you have a story about a guy who's depressed. See him suffer from Depression? See how it makes him pathetic? And look, the only way he can cure it is by engaging in bizarre and, dare I say it, "crazy" behavior.

I can't even really express why this thing pisses me off so much. Maybe it's the mockery of the hopelessness people with Depression feel. Here's a man, via a puppet, saying, "I'm worthless. Give up on me. Let me go." which is pretty much a translation of, "I don't want to exist anymore." You realize that right now there are people saying this, and they're ignored up until the point they actually try to take themselves out (possibly because none of the have thought to have a fucking puppet say it).

Yeah. As someone who has been in that pit? Fuck whoever wrote this shit, and fuck the studio that paid for it. And just you wait, somewhere at some point in the future, someone will try to open up about being depressed and a person will say, "Why don't you try doing like that Mel Gibson movie?" Some of them won't even be joking. Believe me, I've heard even more ridiculous shit from freaking licensed therapists.

There are better ways to portray Depression and other Mental Illnesses. This isn't it. That it's a wife beating misogynistic shitstain cast in this role makes it even worse.

And bottom line: A BEAVER PUPPET? ARE YOU EVEN TRYING ANYMORE, HOLLYWOOD?

Writing: Tamingthemuse Prompt

Title: Homesick (Part 2/?)
Fandom; Pairings: Original; AU Selene/Ballari
Prompt: #252 - Samurai
Warnings: Talk of murder, assassination.
Rating: R (Eventual NC-17)
Word Count: 2,117
Summary: John stops by the beach house with a job for Selene. Trouble is Ballari might not like what this job requires Selene to do. (You don't need to read part one to be able to understand what's happening here, but here's a link just in case.)
Notes: This is something I banged out this afternoon, and it is a set-up for some kinky smut in part three, which I don't think right now I can fit into next week's prompt (Any joke in a storm), but we'll see. Either way I will write a part three soon and do my best to fill next week's prompt even if it's not Selene/Ballari. And this is one of those things where I sat down with one thing in mind and what came out was totally different. However, I happen to like what I wrote and I felt like I was in the zone, and that I've got Selene's voice nailed back down.

ETA: Now with the proper version up here and less copy-paste fail on the part of the author!

Every day Ballari would wake up before dawn and go outside to run through her katas with the sunrise as her backdrop. It never seemed to matter how little sleep she got the night before or how sore she might be from training and sparring. As soon as the eastern sky began to lighten, she was on her feet repeating the same movements she’d probably started learning the day after she took her very first steps.

( Not being a morning person in any sense of the word, I usually slept in, rousing before noon most days. But sometimes I’d stagger out of bed to make coffee and watch her from the large bay window in the den. )