Dude, s'not so much an argument as a cry to the universe for understanding. There must be someone out there who knows what I mean. I don't fault you for standing by your man. S'cool. But you gotta understand.
I'm gonna try to explain exactly what I mean, but it might get ugly so, if you take exception to profanity...sorry. But it might be necessary to make my point.
They took Emma, a succubus archetype, and by chaining her to Cyke , they broke her. And I don't mean like ruined her character. I mean like a f_ing horse.
In some writer's sick sexual fantasy the dominant becomes the submissive. And what's more, they make it seem like we should be happy because she's come to the light side. I'm not fooled.
She's been polluted, transformed into something that wants what's been done to her. And no, I don't blame Scott for it, dude's a tool (pun intended). A literary device. He's the knight in shinning armor that wants to ___ the wicked step mother, but isn't satisfied until he's turned her into a gd fairy princess so she's GOOD enough for him.
And I say bulls_t. She was good enough before. Why couldn't he come to her? Because it's a male dominance fantasy. Admittedly, this is a transformation that's been in the works for years. But we(or maybe I'm alone) held out hope. Hope that Emma would see the darkness and be what she is, instead of what some dick wants her to be.
The relationship with Scott seems like the nail in the coffin (yes there's innuendo there). The boyscout wipes the blood from the demon's lips before he kisses her, and the threat is always there that if she gives in to her nature, he'll never kiss her again.
... Ok, so I kept it mostly clean. Kudo's to me. But, tell me is there somebody who gets what I'm trying to say?
BTW before somebody asks, I like dudes. Alot. *cough*
As for David Beckham slight. You sit in the sand staring at a computer screen for a year with MF's complaining about you not working hard enough, but for the past eleven months-when you still gave a shit and you actually thought maybe if you busted your ass you might not save the world, but maybe you could save a couple of people from getting blown up-they've been filing your work in the trash cause they're too f_ing stupid to know what to do with it. And now you don't care anymore, and all the sudden they take an interest. But the drive to do good isn't comin back. You just want to hug your little girl again and lay down in your own bed next to your husband, and never look back at the wasted time. Not even to say a massive F_ You to the SOB's pretending to run shit.
And then suddenly, you see a picture of David Beckham for the first time and you forget to hate for a second because the only thought in your mind is "Wow!" I say again. f_in' "Wow!" And that's all it takes. Now there's hope. Sure it's stupid, but wtf. You can smile again, and when one of your bosses (and you've got, no shit, about 6 that you deal with on a daily basis) wants you to stop doing the job you're actually there for so you can take pictures of pretend work for a stupid f_ing newsletter, you can go back to that happy moment and say, "Well, at least there's David Beckham." And maybe, with a little bit of luck and a creative outlet where the darkness can flow from your mind onto a computer screen instead of festering in your brain, it'll be enough to get you through that f_ing 3 month extension.
Yeah, totally unrelated to anything, and I should delete it. But....wtf.
Here's a smily so's you know I feel better now 🙂.