ah yes they call me “No Queue” Jones because I post everything I reblog at once with no breaks in between and then vanish into the night for extended periods of inactivity
can i just give a special shoutout to all the fedex, UPS, and mail delivery people because they work hard as fuck especially this time of year like my family had a combined total of like 30 different packages in the past few weeks and the delivery people really did #that
imagine being a han/leia shipper in 1983 and you’ve spent three years hearing from the luke/leia shippers how there’s no chance of han/leia happening because han’s probably dead now and besides the empire strikes back literally ended with luke and leia holding each other and staring into deep space so like obviously you’re an idiot for shipping han/leia and you need to get with the winning team… and then imagine going into that movie… and walking out of that movie… imagine that level of schadenfreude and personal satisfaction
not to sound too millennial here but it annoys me so much when I’m at a restaurant and someone I’m with will complain about the service being slow like buddy pal it’s fine it’s not that important
You didn’t waited 40 minutes for a dinner before haven’t you?
i have but i also have, like, real problems
I waited well over an hour for food once at IHOP, because it kept coming out inedible.
We finally asked what was going on, and it turns out that the ONLY cook had been working for 36 hours straight with only a short nap.
I ordered the easiest thing to make, tipped the waitress heavily, and sent her back to the cook with a $10 tip for them, too, AFTER watching the 24-hour restaurant close the doors so that they could send the cook home for some rest.
Yeah, I’ve waited 40 minutes for my dinner, and I didn’t ask for a discount, we tipped VERY well, and sent the cook our best wishes.
If something goes wrong with your restaurant experience, consider that there are real people back there, working under god knows what conditions.
do older generations not get fatalistic humor?? like the other day my friend’s parents were hanging around and we were joking and i was like “well no matter what i can always fling myself off the nearest cliff” and they didn’t laugh then later the mom pulled me aside and was like “maybe you should get some help, sweetie” like stfu?? help? in this economy? i don’t think so, debra
I honestly don’t think they get it as a coping mechanism, they think it’s a cry for help rather than actually helping.
i’d even say it’s past just coping and is also now a category of Stuff Kids Got Used To When No One Was Looking; not everyone using that humor is even covering up something bigger, we just stopped thinking fatalistic = taboo/unspeakable somewhere along the line, and most parents don’t seem to know why or how ~
My boss opened a door and missed me by inches, he said “whoops, almost killed you there!” My result of “Oh, if only.” Led to an awkward end of shift debrief.
This generation shares the same humor as the goddamn Addams Family and the previous generation is the White Sixties Family™ that lives next door and runs away screaming at the end of the episode
When the previous mentality was “suffer through work/marriage then retire” why is it a surprise the next stage is “i might as well end the suffering now”
Interesting fact: the more fucked up the person from a previous generation you’re talking to is, the more likely they are to get this kind of humor. My mother taught me all the fatalistic humor I know, and she needs all the therapy. My dad is only slightly less prone to it (he’s a nicer person than my mom or me).
So…fatalistic humor plays well with depression and trauma, which says some real interesting shit about Kids These Days.
A Christmas Carol is so wild to me because it takes not one, not two, but like four fucking ghosts to convince this dude not to be the biggest douche in the universe. Like, four fucking ghosts came back from the dead, rose from the Goddamn grave to be like, “I came back from the dead because you need to quit your shit.” Fuck. How big of an asshole do you have to be to have four fucking ghosts tell you to stop?
alright buckle up motherfuckers, i’m about to school y’all about this wonderful show called Leverage.
let’s start with the premise: they’re a bunch of criminals who come together to work as a team and to “pick up where the law leaves off.” aka: they do illegal shit to legally take out the bad guys, i.e. framing/ruining the reputation of/revealing actual law-breaking by embezzling rich politicians, dirty cops, corporations doing secret shit on the down-low, etc.
each episode is a different bad guy they need to take down for doing something terrible, and each episode they come up with a different scheme to take them out. the team consists of: the hacker, the hitter, the grifter, the thief, and the mastermind behind all their plots. they’re all thieves at one point or another, they all grift, and they all contribute to the plan, but these are their Roles. i’ll go more in-depth on the characters in a sec.
now, i know what you’re thinking already: “wow bruh this show must be edgy af, being about actual criminals doing super illegal shit???” bUT NO. THIS SHOW COULD HAVE BEEN SO DARK BASED ON THE CONCEPT, BUT IT’S LITERALLY THE NICEST, MOST ENJOYABLE SHOW EVER.
it’s also SERIOUSLY unproblematic????? like to unrealistic levels. like Nate’s alcoholism is treated with respect and not just something he “gets over,” but despite his issues, he’s held accountable for when he’s a dick, Parker is pretty clearly neurodivergent and she’s never!! forced to be anything else!!!! anyway i could go on and on.
he’s the mastermind, he’s brilliant and the genius behind each of their convoluted plans. he’s a jerk sometimes, and grouchy, but he’s got good reason, and he NEVER crosses over into “angsty white man justifies his assholery because of his Issues.” he used to work for an insurance company tracking down criminals and thieves before A Thing happened and he became the Dad of a group of them. he makes bad life choices, so i relate. also his son died and he has a rad ex-wife and he struggles with alcoholism. we love him.
she’s the grifter. she’s a great actress but only when she’s breaking the law it’s a running gag. she’s terrible on an actual stage l m a o. she’s the Mom of the group, and she and Nate are lowkey flirting the entire show. she tells it like it is, but is v compassionate. sassy af. british af. would probably console you about your husband leaving you before stealing your rare artifacts. high-class which shows in the fact that she was primarily an art thief before joining the team. i wouldn’t trust her with my jewelry, but i’d tell her all my secrets, and tbh that’s the best summary of her character that you’ll get.
hooooooooooo boy. where do i begin to describe Eliot Spencer? wel, for starters, he’s the “hitter” of the group aka he beats people up when they can’t sneak their way in or out of a place. or when things go wrong. he’s super fucking badass oh my god??? like i’m pretty sure there’s maybe only one or two times in the ENTIRE. SHOW. that he can’t win a fight?? he also has a Super Secret Dark Past bc he used to be a hitman for hire, which he regrets deeply and is happy to have changed bUT AGAIN!! IT’S NOT A WHITE MALE ANGST THING. he isn’t obsessed with attoning for his actions and his scenes aren’t eaten up with Angst and Melodrama. he also has anger issues, but again, it’s not the same stereotype that you’re used to. he controls it, and he never takes it on on anybody who doesn’t deserve it (aka the bad guys). he gets around with women but he’s not sexist?? he cares about his partners.
also he’s a hardcore chef and will Fite You about food. anyway Eliot is basically the Broody White Man With Dark Past trope turned on it’s head. he’s lovable and sarcastic and could kill a man but would prefer to make you an Omelette Du Fromage or some shit.
this is my baby. he’s a nerd and a geek and I Would Die For Him. he’s basically everything that’s good and pure in the world. the epitome of a cinnamon roll. he’s sweet and gentle and wouldn’t hurt a fly–unless that fly is a corrupt ceo personally doing dirty business, in which case that motherfucker is going down with the help of his epic hacking skills. btw did i mention he’s the hacker? yeah. he’s super fucking smart and his sense of humor could rival the sahara desert in dryness. he always makes star trek references and he has a gr8 fashion style and he irritates Eliot to no end, lmao. #platoniclifepartners, tbh. did i mention he’s the sweetest person ever? no? he is.
she’s the thief, and predictably, she loves money and expensive things. tbh she’d probably stab you faster than anybody else on the team would (and has) but also she is smol and needs to be protected. she’s a killer rabbit. she’s an oddball and in the beginning, most of the others don’t know what to make of her, but they grow used to her. she’s nd af, probably autistic, and Does Not Understand Socialization. same, Parker, same. guess what? she’s never forced into acting like somebody she’s not!! when she has to be the grifter for the con job and interact with people, she’s patiently coached by Sophie, who never belittles or mocks her, and explains it in ways she can understand. she’s weird and i love her.
did i mention how unproblematic this show is? i did? well too fucking bad because i’m gonna say it again: this show is so unproblematic. like what i already said with Nate’s addiction and Parker’s neurodivergence, but wAIT! THERE’S MORE.
Eliot hates guns–detests them–and won’t use them, he’s like constantly grabbing the mooks’ guns and unloading them and tossing them somewhere and it’s basically a huge trigger for him. and it’s always respected. also there’s scenes where like in the middle of a job Parker has to change into a costume and neither of men who are attracted to her–Eliot and Hardison–sneak a peak at her. they both look away during that shit and there is like, never any gross sexist jokes about it. or other things. i love it. also any romantic relationship that develops takes season of growth and shit. there’s nothing particularly Gay, but while heterosexual, it’s not Het.
the recurring antagonist is played by Mark Sheppard, a character called Sterling, who is basically a lawful good Crowley.
also one time they stole an entire country.
Leverage is fucking rad, and the concept is amazing and it coulda been so edgy and shit, but it’s literally so pure and sweet and friggin hilarious and about a bunch of people becoming a family and you need to watch it, my friend. now.
like immediately go google a page to watch it i’m not fucking kidding do it.
I have these Native American reenactments in the summer, okay. We dress in authentic Native garb and go teach about our culture and whatnot at historical events. There’s this one on a weekend that housed all reenactors from Ancient Greece to World War II–you can walk through a timeline of living history. It’s cool.
So there are these guys in a tent on the far hill called the Scottish Highlanders. They bring about two to five people to their thing per year. They do all the good medieval Scottish jazz. Kilts, weapons, challenging you to fights.
But theres this one guy that is there every time. I always go visit to hear him give in depth talks about Scottish Reavers and their malitia and weaponry and stuff. He’s fun, so I go talk to him and he’s asking about what school I’m going to, what I want to do, etc.
So I tell him I want to be a history teacher and I like to write. He asks me if I have anything published, and I say no, thinking he means an actual book. But he waves me off and asks, “No, online. Have you ever heard of Fanfiction.net?”
Let me explain a thing. This guy. Is well over six feet. His biceps are bigger than my head, he’s about 45 years old, he has the thickest Scottish accent you’ve ever witnessed, he can wave two axes around like nobody’s business, he usually resolves friendly arguments with full on battle in armor with real weaponry with the scars to prove it, and he kind of has a biker gang.
And this guy starts telling me about the 700 page Doctor Who fanfiction that he’s been writing for six years and still running.
Shamelessly continues to explain how he gets together with his badass biker buddies and they ride to his house with bottles of Jack Daniels and talk about the next fanfiction that they’re going to write together. (More Doctor Who, Xena Warrior Princess, Agents of Shield, Lord of the Rings…) They dare each other to write crossovers for interesting character interaction. This guy raves with excitement over character development and analysis.
I cried.
By the way
Here he is. Mike. In his Scottish glory.
Here he is with his buddy, Bear.
Here he is with his buddy Bear and me.
And here he is holding an ax to my throat.
I LOVE THIS. The perils of a site like Tumblr which is dominated by people under 30 (not on my dash, though, but that’s what demographics insist is true) is they genuinely don’t think anyone older has any interests in common with them. I feel like Livejournal was more varied in this regard, though again, my flist on LJ had all ages on it, so maybe it was just me. The only over 40s they know are the adults in positions of authority like parents and teachers, and surely Mom and Mr. W the Chem teacher have never heard of fan fiction or have the least interest in anything on the interwebs. A kid at work (I work at a university) who I jokingly called a meme lord once told me I needed to stop learning such things from my kid – who is 11 and basically uses the internet to watch Minecraft videos on YouTube, but of course she must be the one teaching me all these modernfangled intertoob things!
I admit though that I have fallen into the stereotype that fandom is all women, because that’s been my experience by far; I think the number of male-identified people I’ve come across in my various fandoms wouldn’t pass the single digits. But that’s probably due to the nature of my reading and the way I curate my dash. Where’s a big ol’ 40 something biker dude who writes Stucky?? Point him out to me and I’ll add him to my dash!
Mike the Doctor Who Scottish badass fills me with hope and love. <3
okay but what’s his username I want to read a 700 page Doctor Who fan fiction
Same here WHERE CAN I FIND THAT FANFIC
Guys please if you want the link, just message me or look back in the notes: I’ve posted it as a reply and I’ve reblogged it onto my blog with the link about four times. Here it is again, because Mike deserves all the love. Make sure to review his stuff!!
I accidentally got a fact wrong. He’s still working on his Doctor Who one. The long one he was talking about was actually his Xena Warrior Princess/Lord of the Rings crossover. I got them mixed up. But he writes beautifully! Here is the link to his ff net page!
Okay, so now you've got me thinking about Vision's conversation with the rabbi and whether he counts as a creation of God, and so now I have to ask- I feel like the closest analogue to Vision in Judaism would be a golem? Like, he doesn't fit all the criteria for one but I feel like he's closer to being a golem than to being anything else
YEAH OKAY SAME.
And like I am so curious about whether Vision would even qualify to convert, according to Judaic law. I mean, okay, by and large I think Vision would work as a golem, with the Mind Stone in place of the shem (although admittedly his creation is a joint effort between Ultron and Tony Stark, so he’s half the direct creation of man and half the creation of a creation of man), but he does break the classic rule of being unable to speak, and he is sentient, which is generally a…questionable thing with regard to golems. Because, like, the question of the line of life, and creation thereof. But the Golem of Prague has some conflicting narratives that I suppose could allow some flexibility there maybe? MY POINT IS that the Vision probably qualifies as a golem, but I don’t think most golems are self-aware enough to attempt to convert formally to Judaism, so??? It’s not like I have any precedent to work with here.
There WAS a really solid post about this EXACT thing, but because I’m a GODDAMN IDIOT I forgot to reblog it and can’t find it again. So if someone finds that for me and/or some other information about the exact logistics of a high-tech golem converting to Judaism and an ex-unknowing-weapon-of-Nazis rejoining the faith (given that Wanda is genuinely penitent and has pretty much been used, I feel like that might be a more easily ameliorated situation than otherwise), HIT ME UP. Or, like, ask your neighborhood rabbi, because I live in a town too tiny to have a synagogue with a full-time rabbi and therefore I have never met them.
So @littlestartopaz sent me this post and a request for Vision/Wanda and I fucking love this ship and also Jewish!Wanda is my jam (LITERALLY WHO AM I KIDDING, RELIGIOUS SUPERHEROES ARE MY JAM) so I did it.
Okay also Topaz I know you sent me this prompt a
while ago but I wanted to be able to post it for the first night of Hanukkah so
I held onto it for a few days. And it’s now officially after sundown where I am, so Happy
Hanukkah, everyone!
Wanda had set up a small table in the empty hall outside of Pietro’s
room, where she could see him through the wall of windows without being kicked
out for bringing fire into the medical wing.
He was still asleep, even months after Sokovia—she’d seen him in this
sort of healing coma before, but never for so long. The external damage was healed, but his body
was still rebuilding fragile nerves and blood vessels and ruined organ tissue. The doctors said that he’d shut down every
system to preserve what he could after taking those bullets to save Hawkeye,
and she was glad for that, glad that, when he woke up, he would be her brother
again. She could stand any wait.
Or at least that’s what she told herself when she came down to sit with
him.
Wanda smoothed a blue cloth, fringed and embroidered with a white star,
over the table she’d stolen from the lab.
The steady beeping of the heart monitor inside the room was reassuring,
but she missed hearing Pietro rattle around near her as she went through these
motions. The first year they had fine
things, a soft cloth and matching candles and all, and he was comatose.
“Wanda?” a tentative voice behind her asked, and she jumped so hard the
table rattled. “I’m sorry,” Vision said
as she whirled on her heel. He was
dressed in civilian clothes, plain and disingenuous against his bright
synthskin, and he looked apologetic, as he always did when he took her by
surprise. He moved as quietly as a ghost
most of the time and the Mind Gem let him shield his mind so tightly it was as
if he wasn’t there at all, and Wanda was unused to being startled. “I was looking for you, and this was the last
place I could think of. Don’t you
usually visit your brother during the morning?”
i like in hamilton how they tell us that the islanders all chipped in to make sure that hamilton could go to the mainland and Make Something Of Himself like HE IS TOO TALENTED TO REMAIN HERE
but then much later its like… “he used to give 6 hour long speeches” and ur like… ok… sure. “would you like to donate to a good cause ma’am” “what cause” “sending alexander hamilton to another continent” “heres my life savings”
These are the words written on a post-it (a human invention) in Persephone’s bedroom. They’re written in what she fondly calls New English, aka the English that her mother still doesn’t know, even after all these years.
Every morning, when she wakes, she sees this post-it stuck onto the stone wall and makes herself read it out loud.
“Stop checking on him,” she says, arms wrapped tight around her knees. “He doesn’t miss you.” The words bring the familiar sting of pain, the familiar tightness in her chest, the accompanying breathlessness. There’s still a part of her that rebels at the thought, that clings to what he said before and not after.
She thinks she might have been happier loving a mortal, which is so in fashion these days that her mother is gallivanting about Earth like she hadn’t spent centuries chastising Persephone for the same. If she loved a mortal, she could bind them in ways that it’s impossible to bind a god.
She gets up and gets ready for her day. Being an immortal means that she can’t just spend all day in bed. That path leads to centuries of apathy and she’s still young. So very, very young.
“Go back to Olympus. I should have known better than to let a child into my kingdom.”
There was no “letting” about it. She’d been younger still and in chains and in captivity and in love. She’d beguiled and coerced so that he’d take her with him, made him free her.
She’d thought she was shedding her chains, choosing new ones that better suited her, but she didn’t see the way her discarded shackles slipped onto him. She didn’t see what a burden she was, what a burden she would become to him, how limiting, how heavy, how stupid.
It’s been five years now and she’s still counting seasons like she has a chance of being let back in. Summer and winter, summer and winter, summer and winter, ad nauseum. Her mother had said that she’d stick to the cycle, that the Earth actually benefited from winter, but Persephone sees the way the summers are growing longer and hotter, the way the winters are short but so sharp she could cut her teeth on them.
Spring? She stopped that a long time ago. The melting of winter is good enough for mortals and gods alike. They don’t notice and, therefore, they don’t ask.
“When you’re depressed (or anxious, or triggered), staying in all weekend, not answering the phone, binge-watching TV, and not getting dressed sounds great. It might even sound like “self-care.” And aspects of it can be self-care. But self-care is not just about soothing yourself in the moment, it’s about setting up the supports and structures that let you be okay enough in your day-to-day life. So while depression says “let’s watch Buffy instead of doing the laundry” the reality is that tomorrow you’re going to wake up to clothes everywhere, nothing clean, and one more thing you haven’t done–which will add to the guilt and shame that seem to come hand-in-hand with depression.
On the other hand, depression-challenging behaviours are hard and not fun in the moment, but set you up to a) have small victories (SO important when dealing with mental health issues), b) have some structure and routine in your life, and c) set up the support and structure to let you deal with the root of your issues or cope with issues that aren’t going away anytime soon.”—
yes yes yes!!!! omg!!!! i feel like i gave into this “self care dont do anything” culture so much that i didnt realize how damaging it is. sometimes self care is doing what’s best for yourself in the future, not just in the moment.
*valid does not mean healthy, or good, or to be privileged above common sense and kindness
A distinction for anyone who is young and hasn’t figured this out yet:
You are allowed to have whatever emotions you want. No one can control your emotions. Emotions are healthy responses to things.
You are not allowed to have behaviors that are harmful just because you have certain emotions. Your behaviors are what you can control, and they are far easier to control than your emotions.
You can be jealous about someone or their talents until you turn green, but it is harmful to yourself and to that person if you try to sabotage them because of it. You can be so angry you can literally feel your temperature rise, but this does not give you permission to rage at others.
Your emotions are valid. They are always valid. You are a person of value. However, you behaviors are not always justified just because of those emotions. You may not be able to control you emotions, but you can certainly control your behaviors.
and this one, i beg you to learn before you become right-wing fundamentalists: just because something gives you revulsion feelings does not mean it’s morally wrong.
you may be sex-repulsed; that doesn’t mean sex is dirty and bad. maybe you were bullied by teenage girls; that doesn’t mean teenage girls are a force of evil. perhaps a villain in a work of fiction reminds you of someone who abused you; that doesn’t mean people who enjoy that character or that fiction are abusive. your feelings about those things are absolutely valid, and it’s not right for people to tell you you shouldn’t feel that way. but it’s also not right for you to act out against others based on those feelings.
that instinct to generalize served our species well when we were hunter-gatherers living in small bands in a hostile wilderness. you nibble a delicious-looking berry, you throw up, you know that berry is BAD and you make the yuck face whenever you see it so the other hominids know it’s a bad one. but in the modern world, in the information age, there are so many complex things you might encounter, you’re going to have badfeels about a lot of things that aren’t actually across-the-board bad.
you need to not be ruled by your hominid yuckberry instinct. that’s where bigotry comes from.
You need to not be ruled by your hominid yuckberry instinct. That’s where bigotry comes from.
This is a beautifully succinct summary. Thank you very much.
Headcanon that an outraged 6-year-old Charlie Weasley writes to an elderly Newt Scamander wanting to know why Gringotts keeps a dragon locked up underground and begging him to fix it. Newt writes back saying that sadly he’s been fighting that fight for years and no one ever wants to listen to him because the powerful families whose money is being kept safe by the dragon always shut him down, and that Charlie is the first person he’s heard of who’s as angry as he is about it. Charlie decides that day to dedicate his life to finding out everything he can about dragons so that one day he can free the poor Gringotts dragon. After the war, when they hear that Harry, Ron and Hermione freed the dragon, they celebrate and immediately begin petitioning to have it made illegal to imprison dragons so that nothing like that ever happens again. It’s only when Hermione becomes Minister that it’s finally signed into law.
This is the best Harry Potter headcanon I’ve ever seen
EXR--Point of No Return from Phantom...or really anything from Phantom. I saw it last night and all the sudden it's sophomore year of high school again for me...
Not gonna lie, baby, I have not…actually seen Phantom of
the Opera, but I googled the song and Tried.
Yeah, yeah, I’m a heathen, I know.
I am Trying. And this. Oh god.
I make SUCH a rule about not writing smut except on specific request, so
I just…stopped before it progressed to actual sex. But rest assured that’s where this goes, and
if you’re interested I’m glad to write it.
“Combeferre, make sure our weapons are
prepared,” Enjolras was saying, the sort of rapid-fire rattle that commanded effortless
attention. He’d worked his way through
every present member of Les Amis and then some by now, even little Gavroche
getting instructions as they readied themselves for the next day’s march. That just left… “And where the hell is Grantaire?”
“Madame Houchloupe commandeered him as
waitstaff,” Courfeyrac said with a wicked grin.
“What?”
“He means that she asked him to fetch more
wine from the cellar, it’s crowded tonight,” Combeferre translated with a
sigh. “He’s probably still down there.”
“We are—this is not the moment for his antics,” Enjolras snapped, a scowl writing
itself deeply into his features.
“He’s been gone barely ten minutes,” Joly
said, waving a hand. “If you’re so
thrice-blasted worried, go find him yourself.”
Actual Director of Magical Security Percival Graves is going to be able to get away with anything, literally forever, with everyone else in MACUSA
“Graves, your paperwork’s piling up.”
“Is it? I’m trying to work through the backlog that Grindelwald left. You know, when he stole my life, here, and worked with all of you. For months.”
“Graves, Goldstein is out of line again.”
“That’s funny. I could have sworn I’d given her a commendation. Oh well. Maybe it was Grindelwald. Who can tell the difference, right?”
“Hey, sir, uh, Picquery wants to make sure you’re briefed properly for the meeting.”
“Hey, remember when I was Grindelwald and no one noticed? Fuck you, Abernathy.”
HAHAHA YES. HE WOULD NEVER LET IT GO.
“Sir, we have the warrant for Credence Barebone’s capture and execution prepared as per your report.” “You mean GRINDELWALD’S REPORT, because does this look like my writing style? It sure the hell doesn’t look like my writing style. Do I look like a moron who cannot recognise a magically gifted child who needs to be RESCUED from idiotic no-majs?”
hello! have you seen the post floating around abt the national museum of american jewish history in philly? they are apparently looking for queer jewish stories and i was not sure if it applied to you? the post is a bit old but anyway~
Okay, so, the not-so-complicated story of my religious history is: I was raised Jewish for years, but I converted before I reached the age of studying for my bat-mitzvah. It’s still a really big part of my identity because…like…it just is, you know? I still have teachers and rabbis to make proud, even though I’ve fallen out of touch with most of them and the others have since died. So…like I don’t know if that post applies to me either, tbh.
sometimes you fight, not because you think you can win, but because you need to be able to look back later and say, “i fought.”
“In King Lear (III:vii) there is a man who is such a minor
character that Shakespeare has not given him even a name: he is merely
“First Servant.” All the characters around him – Regan, Cornwall, and
Edmund – have fine long-term plans. They think they know how the story
is going to end, and they are quite wrong. The servant has no such
delusions. He has no notion of how the play is going to go. But he
understands the present scene. He sees an abomination (the blinding of
old Gloucester) taking place. He will not stand it.
His sword is out and pointed at his master’s breast in a
moment: then Regan stabs him dead from behind. That is his whole part:
eight lines all told. But if it were real life and not a play, that is
the part it would be best to have acted.”
You know what line gets me every time I watch MAD MAX FURY ROAD?
“Do not, my friends, become addicted to water. It will take hold of you, and you will resent its absence.”
Think about that. “Addicted to water.” It makes it sound like water is an extra luxury that people don’t need but are greedy for, something they should be able to go without, and if they are desperate for it, it’s their own fault, and not the fault of the man who has all of it, and withholds it.
Think about how the people in power tell us not to be greedy for the things we need, like healthcare, like a living wage, like the right to be free of fear and violence in our own communities. The people in power tell us not to be greedy for these things, when they themselves already enjoy them freely, and withhold them from us.
Don’t trust the narrative that tells us we’re being greedy by asking for things that we need.
Don’t trust the asshole sitting on a grassy hilltop with his hand on the spigot telling us not to be greedy for water.
Lurker again. First of all, I'm sorry I pissed you off. No, I absolutely did NOT realize that that would be the reaction. If I did I would have gladly STFU'd. I am sorry I added additional stress. As for why this particular post/explanation, I guess I've just read too many things about sexual assault recently and was in a bad mood myself (not excusing, just explaining). Again, I'm sorry I shat all over your day. I will refrain from commenting in future and remember to watch my tone elsewhere.
Hey, friend, I appreciate the apology. I totally get where you’re coming from, I have days like that too, and I think it was really adult of you to acknowledge it, so major props, my friend. Apology accepted, and I’d like to extend my own for getting cranky about it. I hope your mood cycles up again, and don’t hang yourself out to dry for this, okay? Like, for me. It’s not on you that I reacted badly–I’ve just had…a long damn semester. A long damn year if we’re all being honest, 2016 continues to kind of kick the shit out of me and everyone I love. And you too, it sounds like! So, like, don’t crucify yourself for a slip of temper, and make yourself a warm drink and here, have a video to improve your day.
Lurker here. I saw that post about "Baby It's Cold Outside." I still hate that song, because when you know the history, it just makes it more obvious why evil old farts think women are lying in the modern day about date rape. Because back in THEIR day, that was what consensual sex had to look like. TL,DR: Still hate this song.
Okay, look buddy, I’m not disagreeing with your ABSOLUTE PREROGATIVE to hate the song. You 100% have the right to stand by that, and I would never disagree with it. Your statement here is also completely accurate, and speaking as someone with a long ugly history of sexual assault (do you lurk enough to know that too, or are you just losing your temper?) I even agree with it. It was this attitude that you had to at least claim that you’d resisted in order to protect your reputation (”At least I can to say that I tried”) even if the sex was consensual that feeds into our modern culture’s total denial of date rape claims.
That being said, the specific song “Baby It’s Cold Outside” is radically different if you evaluate it as a song written in “their day” as opposed to the way most people do it, as a song written in our day. Culture is written in songs and stories, and this song speaks to a part of culture that is different today, that’s why it’s interesting. I’m not saying you have to like the song, nor am I questioning any skeeved-out feelings you have toward it, but there is a lot to be said for knowing one’s history in order to progress forward rather than backward, socially speaking.
Finally, may I ask why you felt the need to tell me specifically this thing? Because if you do lurk so often on my blog, as your intro implies, I don’t know what in particular you hoped to convey other than making me a little ill-tempered, because regardless of how you meant it, this ask comes off as fairly rude. And, as I have so frequently mentioned over the last few days, I am tired and stressed out about my family and generally exasperated with humanity. Like. You had to know I’d be inclined to take something like this a little poorly.
