Sunday, May 25, 2014

Sayings Sundays (May 25, 2014)

The second season of NBC's Hannibal ended last Friday. And with the finale came another throwback to the Hannibal books by Thomas Harris. Yes, I know, the tv series has lots of easter eggs for long-time Hannibal fans to munch on. So this isn't exactly the first time it's happened.

This time a conversation between Hannibal and Will was eerily similar to one Hannibal and Clarice had in the book (and movie) Hannibal.


On a Theory of a Deadman binge I ran into this song. It is catchy as hell and one I don't mind being on repeat.

It also reminded me of Loki from The Avengers. Now I'm not a big Loki fan and I don't kneel at the mere mention of his name. But I really do feel that the song suits him.

Loki is a villain and yet he has legions of fangirls that, at times, seem to prefer him over the actual heroes. So I can't help but listen to this song and think of Loki.

Saturday, May 24, 2014

New Beginnings and Second Chances 2

In my darkest moments, during and after the war, I always felt glad knowing I could fly. The power of flight that the hawk body gave me helped cancel out darker thoughts. Flying allowed me to find peace that nothing else could help me achieve. Alcohol couldn’t give me this peace and sex couldn’t give me this peace.

But flying alone didn’t help me deal with things in the long run.

As I was enjoying the mood, an Osprey dove down beside me.

Holy shit, Marco! I screamed and he laughed. You do know actual predators hunt me, right?

Marco’s reply was just to laugh. I admit I wasn’t really mad at him. I couldn’t be. Marco could be the biggest asshole in the world, but he could never make me mad for long. Behind Marco’s jokes and laughter was someone who would always be there for you. He was loyal and, with Rachel gone, he was one of the only ones I truly trusted.

Yeah, you fight the Yeerks and get killed by an Osprey, Tobias. Marco joked.

I think that’s called irony. I replied and would’ve smiled if I had had a mouth.

It would be funny if after all the battles we fought that I was killed by something as common as a bird.

What if I killed you? I joked as I started to chase him.

We ended up chasing each other for a little bit through the clear blue sky. It was one of those days where there wasn’t a cloud in the sky and things felt perfect. It felt like nothing could go wrong. And I hoped nothing would go wrong as I had decided on telling Marco about the Frolis maneuver today. I knew what my adult form was would get a chuckle out of him at least.

Well, can you kill me a little faster? We’re getting close to the two hour limit. Marco reminded me.

My main form was now a hawk so I didn’t have to worry about a time limit when I went flying. Marco, on the other hand, would have to demorph or not be able to resume his usual adorable form. I was jealous of him for that at times.

He didn’t have to go through learning to adapt to a new life as a bird. He didn’t have to wonder what he was when he had time to think. But, at the same time, he couldn’t fly all the time.

Yeah, we should head back. I told him and we started to head towards his mansion.

Alfred can make you something if you want. Marco replied.

His name isn’t Alfred.

It should be.

Marco was going to have to demorph when we landed which meant I could finally show off my adult morph. I was nervous that it wouldn’t be attractive to him. But he’d want me no matter what I looked like, right? Hopefully.

You know the Frolis maneuver Ax performed to get his human morph? I asked.

Yeah. Marco said and it seemed like more of a question than a statement.

You know how my human morph never ages?

Yeah. Wait...did you-

Perform a Frolis maneuver? Yeah. I sort of needed something more adult. Especially when we all get older.

Tobias, you know you’ll be a child no matter what you look like.

Ha ha ha.

Then we both broke out into real laughter. His joke was sort of funny but, more than that, it was him being a loving soul without appearing that way. A lot of things seemed to be about appearances with him.

Finally we came upon his mansion.

It was a good sized one, though I hadn’t been given the full tour. The pool and a room or two was all I had seen of it. The fact was that it being such a large building frightened me. The fact that there were so many hallways made me not want to see the rest of it.

I lived life as a hawk with only a small cabin, for love making or solitude depending on my mood, as the only building I entered. I preferred wide open spaces.

Marco, on the other hand, liked the stability that money brought and a mansion was a big way to show that off. I didn’t blame him as he wasn’t financially stable during the war. And, besides, the pool held some very fond memories for me.

Marco knew where I’d be most comfortable so we landed by the pool. He had recently gotten some palm trees which provided a little bit of shade but were more for show than anything else.

Once he landed he started to demorph. Morphing is always a disturbing process to watch. Cassie, the best morpher of the group, had trouble making certain morphs look good. Maybe it was just how I was feeling, but Marco seemed to demorph in a way that rivaled Cassie.

That was probably just do to my lo-liking him.

When he finished he just looked at me. I don’t know if I hadn’t started morphing because I was admiring him or that I was afraid. Maybe a combination of the two.

I mentally sighed and started morphing into my adult morph. I started to grow human hands and human feet shortly before I started growing to the proper height. As I grew, human skin replaced feathers and the final thing to go away was my beak.

As it became more apparent what my human form looked like, Marco had been holding back laughter. Now that it was done he just started laughing and he appeared to also be partially turned on by my morph. I didn’t blame him.

“Oh my god, Tobias, you’ve morphed Mark Ruffalo!” Marco said and I didn’t know when he was going to stop laughing.
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Hannibal (Thomas Harris)

Title: Hannibal

Series: Hannibal

Author: Thomas Harris

Released: 1999

Rating: 5/6

Basic Plot: Seven years after the events of The Silence of the Lambs a former victim of Hannibal Lecter seeks revenge.
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The Ending
The ending of this book is considered controversial. I can very much see why it would be, but I wasn't bothered by it. It was only after I finished the novel that I felt like I should find problems with it. It does involve manipulating a strong character with drugs but, at the end of the day, both characters stay strong and choose the path they would've anyways. In my opinion, at least.

The Character of Hannibal
Hannibal, in this book, is a more sympathetic character. The narrative has you rooting for Hannibal to succeed and Mason Verger to fail. While, I admit, Hannibal kills and eats people which is a bad thing, he is a complicated character. Even the worst things he does can be looked at as happening due to a warped sense of good intentions. This doesn't make them 100% right, of course. Another point that helps Hannibal appear to be good is that Mason is shown to be a top grade asshole.

Clarice
Clarice is shown to have created new enemies for herself after she had killed the killer from The Silence of the Lambs. Her struggle to remain part of the FBI is a big part of the novel as she not only has to deal with Lecter but others that want to take her down. When Jack Crawford leaves the picture it makes everything with her plot line even more intense.

Final Thoughts
This is a good end to Hannibal's story (chronologically speaking as Hannibal Rising was published after this). I do wish that we got a better handle on what happened to both Clarice and Hannibal after this, but what we did get was good enough. I like how Mason Verger was built up as a villain and the end of his story. I don't think I will forget the brainy dinner scene near the very end of the book anytime soon.

Thursday, May 22, 2014

To Fook in the Woods

-This is a Mature Story (if in content if not plot)
-It's an Animorphs fanfic
-It's a Marco/Tobias fanfic

You can read it HERE

Tobias and Me 9

Me and the other Animorphs had done some risky things in the past. Our first mission was at a Yeerk pool and later we had followed a strange message. Luckily the latter had led us to Ax, Elfangor’s younger brother. So breaking into a Yeerk base to steal a ship to fly back home wasn’t exactly out of the norm.

What did make this seem different, at least to me, was that I was bringing Cat on this mission. Even though there was no other choice, the fact was that this was her first mission and I didn’t know how she would handle it.

Would she make it so that we couldn’t complete the mission or would she not let anything faze her?

Remember, act natural. I reminded her as we entered the base.           

I know! She shouted.

I was very glad that I had told her multiple times about private thought speak as we walked towards the base. If I didn’t, that shout would’ve given us away.

As we were stopped by the guards, I grew highly nervous. What if they asked us something and then I couldn’t reply? I couldn’t understand the Hork-Bajir Controllers on Earth so how would I understand these ones?

Fortunately all it turned out I had to do was act confident. I looked them in the eyes as they talked and acted like I knew what they were saying. I had used the same tactic with my Aunt and Uncle. I pretended to act like I gave a shit so that they would act like they cared. In the brief moments they felt like acting as if they cared so they could give themselves a little ego boost.

This worked on the guards as they thought that I was actually listening when I didn’t know what the Hell they were saying. I looked at Cat, through the corner of my eye, to see how she was holding up. She seemed a little nervous but she was acting calm enough. Hopefully she didn’t do anything that would alert the Controllers to the fact that we were just two scared kids.

The guards waved us through after a few minutes.

Why didn’t they ask you why you didn’t have a Dracon beam? Cat asked as she patted her own that was on her leg.

 I assume they were reprimanding me for losing mine. I replied. You did give me a few cuts so it looked like I had been in a fight.

You’re sure the Yeerks can be fooled like that?

Hopefully.

With that we continued walking towards the Bug fighters. I did my best to not arouse suspicion and Cat tried to walk around confidently. There were more types of Controllers than just Hork-Bajir and I really hoped we didn’t have to fight any of them. Especially Taxxons who were just creepy. Any creature that was known for being a cannibal and self-cannibal wasn’t one I wanted to be around.

As we were close to the Bug fighters I heard some shouting and turned my head towards the sound. Shit! How would a Controller react? I didn’t know what the Hork-Bajir Controller was saying so I couldn’t even form a way to deceive him.

I was preparing to act annoyed with the Controller and suddenly I heard a Dracon beam go off. I went into a defensive stance and then saw it had been Cat firing her Dracon beam.

Guess they weren’t fooled. Cat said.

Figured that out. I replied.

So what’s the plan now?

Run to a ship and hope we don’t die.

She didn’t seem happy about that and I didn’t blame her. We were so close to escaping and now the chances of her dying on an alien planet had just been upped.

Before I could get too far into worry, a Hork-Bajir came up to me and I had to block his blades with my arm. I twisted away before he could seriously wound me but I wasn’t able to land a blow myself. Not even when I had tried to head butt him with my head blades after I had gotten up.

The Controller died from one of Cat’s Dracon beams blasts and I picked up his Dracon beam. I didn’t bother with the settings as I couldn’t tell how to read them and I just assumed that they had been set to kill. It didn’t seem like he had had time to readjust to stun.

I aimed at a Taxxon Controller and watched him go down.

Taxxon. I told Cat. Cannibalistic space worm, basically.

I watched as some of the Taxxon Controllers got distracted by the dying Controller. It was what made the Taxxons horrible. The fact that they would forget everything when presented with fresh meat was more than a little disturbing. Hell, the Yeerks couldn’t control them from that instinct.

Well…most of the Yeerks as now some Controllers, both Hork-Bajir and Taxxon, were coming after us. I raised my Dracon beam and pointed to a Bug fighter.

Let’s go to the one that’s three fighters over to the right of that one. I told Cat and she nodded.

As we raced over to the fighter, we shot back at the oncoming Controllers. While Hork-Bajir were a walking arsenal, guns did help. Some of their blasts singed my skin and I tried not to let the burns distract me. I couldn’t let them distract me.

The fight soon became a cacophony and I could tell Cat was having some trouble. She had never really heard anything, at least not to the degree a Hork-Bajir does. They have hearing that is even better than a human who is able bodied.

Soon we were rushing inside the fighter with Cat bringing up the rear. I had more experience with a Bug fighter so I had to go first. I wanted her to go in first but that wouldn’t be wise. I quickly shut the door to the fighter and raced to where I could pilot the thing.

I was soon speeding up through the air out into space. As I was rushing to try and figure out the Z-space controls, something struck me. It was Cat. She was more than just a human to be saved to me. She was something more.

I wanted to be with her no matter how little time that would be. I wanted to fly with her and have picnics in my meadow with her.

“Tobias!” Cat shouted and I came back to the present.

“Sorry.” I said as I dodged fire from other Bug fighters.

Just as a killing blast was headed our way, we went into Z-space with me hoping that our next destination would be Earth.
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Wednesday, May 21, 2014

Marvel's Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. (Season 1)



Show: Marvel's Agents of S.H.I.E.D.

Season: 1

Episodes: 22

Created By: Joss Whedon

Released: 2013-2014

Rating: 4.5/6

Basic Plot: The missions of the Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement and Logistics Division.
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It Gets Better
I enjoyed the show since the first episode, but some people didn't have that opinion. Skye being a possible bad guy was explored quickly which was very good. No need to be dragged down by that plot more than I needed to be. But the point where everyone was in agreement that the show should get a second season was when Hydra showed up. It was like those people were shocked that the show was good.

Coulson is Alive
One of the things that attracted me to this show was the fact that it had Coulson in it and it'd explain how he was back alive. Now I wasn't one of the people saying that Coulson was alive after The Avengers and I didn't participate in any campaigns to bring him back. The show has done a good job, so far, in explaining how Coulson is alive. As a bonus: the show is much more than Coulson being alive which was one of my big worries about it.

Skye's Family History
Skye's family seems to be set up to be dealt with in the next Season. For the first Season it just seemed like a plot point just to take up with time. I thought there would be an easy answer but there wasn't. I'm glad that something seems to be filling in the space of the Coulson Being Alive mystery.

Final Thoughts
This is a good show that managed to stand on its own two feet without worrying about depending solely on Coulson. You get interesting characters like Melinda May and Fitzsimmons (who are really one person, anyways). You also get twists and turns to keep you interested from one week to the next. I was highly excited about hearing about a Second Season for the show. So here's hoping for a good Second Season!

Tuesday, May 20, 2014

New Beginnings and Second Chances 1

It’s been three years. I told George. Three years since Rachel died.

I sipped the beer from the glass he had given me. As a red-tailed hawk, I didn’t get much enjoyment from alcohol so when I drank as one it was more out of habit. It was more because it felt like I should. George didn’t mind if I drank as a red-tailed hawk or a human and that’s one of the reasons I drank with him from time to time.

George also didn’t tell anyone else what I, one of the surviving Animorphs aka Tobias Fangor, told him in confidence. Looking at him you wouldn’t expect that as he was old and disheveled with alcohol always on his breath.

As we drank in my meadow, I instinctively looked out for any predators even though it was highly unlikely that I would be attacked with George around.

“You mean the end of the war.” George said and took a drink from his beer can.

Same thing. I replied.

“End of something at least. You went on a whole drinking and sex spree. Ever think of settling down?”

With one sex partner or an actual relationship?

“An actual relationship. You and Rachel seemed to be very close and maybe part of you will return if you get an actual relationship.”

Marco I can see as a sex partner, but I don’t know about being in an emotional relationship with him.

“Every time the pair of you gets together you seem happy enough.”

That’s because we’re having sex.

“You don’t just talk about having sex with him every time the two of you meet.”

I didn’t visit the other remaining Animorphs for the most part. Ax was usually doing military stuff and wasn’t close to Earth. Jake was someone I had promised never to talk to ever again unless it was for something important. Cassie I sometimes talked to when I visited the free Hork-Bajir. But the only one I had much communication with was Marco.

After a little bit of coaxing, we had started having sex. But soon after we stopped due to him telling me that he wasn’t into guys and then I had left on my soul searching journey. Or at least what had turned into soul searching.

We hadn’t talked since then, except for a call here and there, and I was nervous about talking with him.

I’m going to contact him soon. I told George. Remember what I told you about the Frolis maneuver?

“That’s where you mix the DNA of multiple members of a species to form one morph?” George asked while looking slightly disinterested.

I got a bunch of people to agree to let me acquire one so I have an adult morph for Marco to bang. I know he likes my own form as a human, but that doesn’t age. It will never age and banging people with a thirteen year old’s body is just weird and uncomfortable at times. Besides, Marco might be more easily attracted to an actual adult.

“So you went through all this trouble just to bang Marco?”

And anyone else in the future.

“Do you realize how unlike you this sounds?”

Hey, it’s not like I haven’t focused on sex before now.

“I’ve heard you talk about Marco and you wouldn’t acquire a morph just for the sole reason of having sex with him. You’re telling me you didn’t go on your ‘soul searching’ because he rejected you?”

Are you going to keep telling me that I’m in love with Marco? I am interested in him sexually and nothing more.

George just shrugged and continued to drink. He was done arguing with me for the night. He had been pushing for me and Marco to be together for a little while now. It was odd to have someone tell me what my relationship status should be. Hell, Rachel and myself had never gone through this with the other Animorphs.

Of course, at the time, me and the other Animorphs had been fighting a war. We weren’t that concerned with who was with who or who was into what. The Yeerk invasion was much more important than our love lives.

But Marco...He seemed to want to play a part. He wanted to pretend he was a macho man and that he was only into girls. I couldn’t speak of his sexuality with any certainty, but I knew he liked guys. He had liked me sexually.

He had enjoyed me in his pool and in my cabin. If we had stayed together longer maybe we could’ve enjoyed each other in more places.

Marco...maybe I did want him for other reasons. It wasn’t just the sex that kept drawing me back. It was his jokes, his laughter, and his ability to be there for me. Maybe there was some other part of me that wanted him for more than sex.

But if Marco didn’t want me sexually, if he couldn’t admit what one part of himself wanted, what did it really matter? Why did I think it mattered?
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