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A Fall Theory on Neverland and Youth
There is potential in the entertaining possibility of contrasting the brothers’ “dotage” and apparent age and appearances with the Lost Boys’ youth. We already know Rafal gets tired of the youth and life around him. We’ve already seen him feel at ease in an old body, and compare himself to the reclusive Rabid Bear Rex.
Rafal: These Id-driven freaks!
Rhian: [sigh] Be polite, Rafal. You were a child once.
Now, briefly onto a concept of Freudian childhood since I find it relevant. Not all children are cherubic. Some are Id-driven little freaks! Through no real fault of their own. They just haven’t been taught societies’ standards. It is parents and society that form a child’s Superego after all. The Id is the only structure we’re born with, and has no need to develop.
Next, it’s a common-enough refrain that children are cruel, merciless, and demanding. (If you’ve ever read the impactful short story “All Summer in a Day” by Ray Bradbury, that’s a good point of reference.) They exhibit unsociable behavior. There’s even such a thing called Peter Pan Syndrome. Thus, I would think everything is a game in Neverland, or so treated as a game by its inhabitants. If anything, I think Neverland politics are probably some ludicrous version of Never politics but burlesque and childish. It was said to be founded by Nevers. Probably, it’d be a wild mix of obvious egocentrism, greed, all about gain and profit (the pirate element to it), deception, living in the moment, probably involving some measure of hedonism, impulsivity, incivility, actual antisocial behavior, and zero trust among all parties. So basically, children exploit each other, and have no loyalties, except to themselves. Children are fundamentally unreliable. Driven entirely by instinct, consumed by it. The Pan is probably an amoral being.
And, Soman has such vivid characterization always. It must be in his nature to be edgy. It would be nice, nay, immensely satisfying, to see "child" characters that aren't paragons of purity and innocence but in fact, something of the opposite. This is a fascinating idea, partly derived and interpreted from the retelling of Peter Pan from Beasts and Beauty or something I heard about a particular view on children, being bloodthirsty, backstabbing, demanding retribution, being uncivilized and wild without any parental or societal influence to form their morals in a vast, isolated wilderness, in a world that isn’t ruled by the tyranny of adulthood. Although, this idea may actually belong to J. M. Barrie. Soman probably draws from it. I've never read the original Peter Pan, so I wouldn't know.
In a Modern AU:
For context, Rhian is a literature professor who has to deliver a talk at a conference about the chivalric romance genre, and he can't drive himself safely while his stomach is turning with anxiety. And besides, he has to rehearse his speech. However, he did not agree to Rafal being the one to drive him.
[Rhian is standing by the side of the road, on the driveway. Rafal is already in their car, in the driver's seat.]
Rafal: Get in. What are you standing there like a sluggard for?
Rhian: What! No! You're a maniac on the road, Rafal! I'd rather take my chances with Thanatos behind the wheel than you. I'll take the train to my conference instead.
Rafal: [shrugs and says mockingly,] Pardee, suit yourself, Eros. [He presses down on the gas pedal, and speeds off into the distance with an astronomical acceleration, tires skidding through a clouded puddle with a great SPLOOSH, soaking Rhian to the bone—all while wearing an expression that rather did resemble one of a patient who ought to be sealed in a psychiatric ward.]
Rhian: [He remains dead still, trying to keep his hands from shaking with fear and anger, so he won't strangle Rafal the next time he turns up. Then, he blinks the frigid, bone-numbing slush out of his eyes and attempts to stave off the heat of public ridicule in his face, but he's still cold, wet, and redder than ever, and just heaves a resigned sigh.] I'll ready the straitjacket for when he gets arrested.
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If anyone would to know what exactly were the references the brothers made, here are some quotations I've found to explain them:
"In classical Freudian psychoanalytic theory, the death drive is the drive toward death and destruction, often expressed through behaviors such as aggression, repetition compulsion, and self-destructiveness."
"Eros was the god of love, fertility, and passion in ancient Greece. Thanatos was the human manifestation of death."
"Thanatos, or the death drive, generates the tendency of an organism to seek its own destruction and return to a state of non-existence."
"In Freudian psychology, eros, not to be confused with libido, is not exclusively the sex drive, but our life force, the will to live. It is the desire to create life, and favors productivity and construction. In early psychoanalytic writings, instincts from the eros were opposed by forces from the ego. But in later psychoanalytic theory, eros is opposed by the destructive death instinct of Thanatos (death instinct or death drive)."
"Whether by "first sight" or by other routes, passionate love often had disastrous results according to the classical authors. In the event that the loved one was cruel or uninterested, this desire was shown to drive the lover into a state of depression, causing lamentation and illness. Occasionally, the loved one was depicted as an unwitting ensnarer of the lover [...]"
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Also, you can expect the concept of the Thanatos drive to make a minor appearance in Rafal's psyche in TOTSMOV41, if I have the opportunity to allude to it. I think the concept just lends itself well to Nevers in general. And, the Eros drive, its counterpart, works just as well for most Evers.
Me, a sex-repulsed ace, reading about Fraud's Freud's psychosexual theory:
Remember when Freud said
~"The exclusive sexual interest felt by men for women is also a problem that needs elucidating and not a self evident fact based upon an attraction that is ultimately of a chemical nature."~
I'm in my Freud era (locking myself in my room to overanalyze for days at a time)
Vontade de gritar.
Durante toda mimha vida, fui ensinado e conduzido a ter uma vida honesta, repleta de trabalho e boas escolhas seguras. E por muito tempo, acreditei que tudo isso seria o suficiente e que no final, ganharia felicidade como brinde. Os anos foram passando e todos os dias deito em minha cama, e fico desejando ser o maior filho da puta do planeta.
Criou-se no fundo da minha mente um ideal que deveria ser e seguir, sinto como se fosse um animal selvagem enjaulado esperando alguém corajoso para o libertá-lo. Esse personagem no id quer ser liberdadeo. Meu Ego por outro lado reprime com forca, porem um dia ainda acredito ve lo livre. Vamos chamar esse personagem se Henrique, o mesmo nome do jovem que fazia bullying comigo na escola, e o mesmo que sentir senti inveja de sua beleza e tesao.
Esse personagem que ser o maior filho da puta com todos ao redor. Ele quer viver sozinho, em uma casa grande, envolvida nos conceitos budistas, minimalistas que ele deseja seguir. Henrique é extremamente organizado, limpo, e possui um ótimo gosto para decoração, produtos no geral, inclusive de higiene pessoal e skincare.
Henrique treina todos os dias para manter o corpo equilibrado com a mente. Ele é centrado e não se importa com a opinião de ninguém. Aliais ele acha que seja superior a certas pessoas e não se envergonha disso. Ele é esperto, inteligente e possui grande quantidade de dinheiro provida de suas manipulações e empreendimentos valiosos criado por sua mente livre.
Henrique gosta de abusar sexualmente de pessoas fracas, fisicamente e psicológicamente porque acredita que seja mais que o suficiente para aquele ser. Ele desenvolveu uma compulsão por perfeição que choca as pessoas ao seu redor e sua beleza máscula só reflete esses traços.
Ele pensa em poder bater em certas pessoas, e já atropelou uma pessoa só por onda. Henrique é adorado em sua comunidade porém não se importa com ninguém nem mesmo seus familiares. Ele é frio, calculista e gosta de causar confusões para manter-se distraído.
Criou-se uma sociopatioa, uma estranheza com o mundo físico, manteve-se equilibrado e chegou em um estado puro de sensates e otimismo. Ele vive sendo o maior entre os seres que compreende a função da existência. Ele vai concluir sua passagem sendo o mais puro filho da puta.
Jonathan Yeo, the artist who painted King Charles’ portrait, also does collages using porn. This is his portrait of Freud:
Incredible
Lord Joseph, Eighth Earl of Sufferfool
(Collection of Daniel Groves)
(Original Handmade Book Art Collage: 4 Elements)
this manga panel speaks to my soul
Are you the person Freud was having sex with?
we're having sex and you pull out at the end to discover your cock is entirely gone, dissolved (ive digested it like a pitcher plant). bye!
my fav quote by freud is definitely the one where hes writing to his fiancee and hes like im gonna make you eat so much you are just a little weak baby and im a big cokehead
strange fact of the day:
freud (commonly known as the founder of psychology) believed that it was normal to desire your mother. (keep reading but tw body part mention)
He also firmly believed people used cigars to repress the urge to suck d1ck
weirdo
remember that next time someone quotes him
My parents had this (maybe they still do, I have no clue.) It hung on a pushpin on the wall for years. I never thought I’d see another.
Its Freud, baby!
Okay, I need an excuse to use this...
"schadenfreudian" a rly good made up word i think about in my head a lot but don't often get to deploy
What did the author mean by the curtains being blue? Hi, literary expert here to help! Navy blue means anal sex but light blue means oral sex. Curtains on the left side of the window mean top but curtains on the right side mean bottom.
do i think that everyone is a product of a complex mixture of their experiences, their environment, their genetics, biology and innate characteristics? yes. do i think that therapy should reflect that? also yes. would i kill freud on sight with my bare hands if he ever had the misfortune to meet me? absolutely.
Would really like some insight on what the FUCK it means when you start analyzing your dream MID DREAM then the figure you're analyzing it with who looks like your brother and this guy you hate looks you in the eyes and says "Figure out what this means subconsciously." Then wakes you up???
Is it like a witch thing?? Is it a Freud thing??? God please don't be a Freud thing. Help???
Fuck Freud
I hate Freud. His whole weird theory about penis envy and children being sexually attracted to their parents and secret desires and all that shit actually came straight out of an attempt to ally himself with wealthy and influential rapists and was a direct form of victim blaming.
He had started the research looking into “hysteria” which at the time was really usually referring to women’s symptoms of PTSD. It turned out that the reason so many woman had these symptoms is because so many of them had experienced sexual violence– especially CSA and incest at the hands of their fathers.
At first he was making real progress, and it was through working with these women that he discovered that talk therapy could be used to treat trauma. The symptoms of PTSD were lessened when women were able to safely speak about their experiences out loud and be believed.
But it wasn’t the women who paid for the therapy. It was their fathers, husbands, the same men who were perpetuating the violence in the first place. And Freud didn’t want to validate his patients (the women) if it meant making his clients (the men) unhappy.
So he came up with a new idea. These symptoms weren’t from trauma. The memories weren’t real. These women were just sexual beings as children and had penis envy and it made them lust for their fathers and fantasize about the rape that they had reported to him. That’s where the shittiest parts of Freud’s theories emerged. Another part of it besides just the monetary aspect, though, was that there was a feminist movement on the fringes starting up at the time and by publishing work about women’s CSA he would be aligning himself with it and therefore losing support, respect, funding, prestige from his male peers and from the psychological community at large. He literally made that gross victim blaming shit up to keep his own reputation with these fucks and to make sure he still got publication and fame.
By coming up with fake theory about little girls fantasizing about incest he not only fucked over generations of women, the feminist movement that was arising, and the entire psychology field for years to come, but he also completely swept away any progress made in understanding trauma and so we didn’t have any clue why men coming back from war had “hysteria” like women during WWI.
And our research on PTSD and trauma is still lacking to this day, especially because of the stigma that maybe traumatized people deserved it or wanted it or imagined it. People don’t want to believe it’s real. Perpetrators of traumatic violence want everyone to forget about it, not acknowledge it, or trivialize it.
And they have Freud’s cultural legacy to help them.
