I don’t understand why High School Musical 4 is going to get an entire new cast when all they had to do was set it at Chad and Ryan’s wedding
Sharpay - mellowed out some with age, still struggling to make it big, chronically single - insists she’s happy for Ryan but quickly devolves into her obligatory show-stopper about how she’s sick of waiting to meet someone who’s right for her. (Mostly the song entails Sharpay singing her ridiculously long laundry list of requirements while trying on bedazzled wedding dresses.)
There’s a running gag that Troy is supersupersuper late for the wedding. We may or may not ever actually see him, since Zac Efron didn’t even come to the damn ten year reunion and is apparently a huge party pooper. What we do see is Gabriella on the phone with him every fifteen minutes or so, urging him to hurry up. Eventually she decides that he’s obviously stuck in traffic because he doesn’t care about their friends enough and wonders if she should break up with him. Cue the obligatory once-a-movie Gabriella Is Sad song.
Taylor and Chad are SUPER amicable exes and she’s organizing the entire wedding with an iron fist. Chad and Ryan didn’t have to do anything. Kelsey is on piano. Zeke is baking their cake, obvs.
Troy is SUPPOSED TO BE Chad’s best man, but again, he’s supersupersuper late. At one point while Gabriella’s on the phone with him, Chad runs up behind her and yells “DUDE. GETCHA HEAD IN THE GAME” into the phone.
Sharpay elbows someone in the face to catch the bouquet when it gets thrown. Like, violently. It’s played for laughs, of course, but we all know that Kelsey/Jason/whoever should probably be in the hospital.
Assuming they can lock down Zefron, the movie will inevitably end up being about them. Troy proposed during the damn reception. Gabriella cries. Taylor and Kelsey are screaming. Sharpay is immediately trying to become Gabriella’s best friend and call dibs on being her maid of honor. Ryan looks affronted at this hijacking but nobody notices.
tHE FUCKING WEDDING COLORS ARE WHITE AND RED JUST SO CHAD CAN SCREAM “WILDCATS” AS SOON AS HE’S DONE BEING PRONOUNCED RYAN’S LAWFULLY WEDDED HUSBAND
Sharpay and Zeke reconnect after that moment at the of HSM1 where they were a thing for like 10 seconds. Sharpay Learns a Valuable Lesson about how maybe you don’t need a guy who’s perfectly perfect in every way when you’ve got once who’s a total sweetheart and can bake like a mofo.
Ryan brings some girl he knows from Broadway who’s like his best dancer or something. She spends the entire wedding flirting with Kelsey and making her all flustered. Everyone is trying to get them together.
It ends with an elaborate musical number at the reception. Possibly there’s a self-aware joke about how Ryan emailed everyone the choreography for it months ago, so they all better know it by now. It probably turns into a reprise of We’re All In This Together and then I cry into my popcorn for 6 hours
~the end~
HOW DOES THIS HAVE SO MANY NOTES ARE Y'ALL SERIOUS
Anonymous asked: So I stumbled on things we lost in the fire and by Briseis do you mean like... The Illiad Briseis? Cuz that is all I can think of?
Yes I do! It’s a very ridiculous reference to the fact that Enjolras and Grantaire are compared to Achilles and Patroclus a couple times in the Brick, because…um, I’m a Latin student from a house full of English/Classics people and that does stuff to ya.
You get…something! I dunno what, limitations of the internet, but like hit me up and I’ll write you a ficlet or something. I’ll tell you what you definitely do get, though, and that’s a fucking high five for joining me in my nerdiness.
Also I hope the fact that you came and hit me up with this message means you liked the fic.
Astronomers have detected a small asteroid that doesn’t seem to want to go away. Called a quasi-satellite, this new companion circles around the Earth as it orbits the sun—and it’s going to stay that way for the next few hundred years.
Honestly this drive to make tv shows darker each season is so annoying if I wanted to feel sick to my stomach for hours I would watch the news not my favourite tv program
Oh my God I could snarl about this trend for HOURS, okay, like, listen, just LISTEN, if your TV show is 100% non-stop hardcore tragedy, and you just ante up at the end of every season, that loses its appeal, okay (SPN, I am looking AT YOU, you had potential, I have mentally rewritten everything past Season 3 to my satisfaction, I wrote AN ENTIRE GODDAMN NOVEL as a result of how angry I was, that’s how hardcore I am; SPN is gonna be my negative example here and I’m just not even sorry, that’s what fucking HAPPENS).
Because the reason tragedy is TRAGIC is because it’s not the fucking status quo, okay, like, that’s how this works. If every other episode is someone dying or abandoning their morals or fighting with someone they claim to love (GODDAMN MOTHERFUCKING WINCHESTERS, OKAY, IF YOUR WHOLE PLOT IS GOING TO BE ABOUT HOW YOU WOULD DIE FOR YOUR BROTHER, I EXPECT YOU TO ACT LIKE IT, JESUS GOD), then that’s not interesting anymore, and furthermore it’s not sustainable. Sooner or later something gives out and here’s the thing, HERE IS THE THING, it’s always, always the character. Not in, like, some emotional ‘poor fragile baby’ way, I mean in the hard and fast writing-a-believable-character way. After a certain point, that shit falls flat. If your character’s ONLY defining trait is how miserable they always are, and how much they want out of their life, and how tired they are of their life, that is a one-note character, that is a caricature, and you have officially lost my interest. Your characters have to carry the show, okay, and that means that they have to be complete, dynamic people at all times, and THAT means that, even if it is Tragedy Train Central, they can’t just fucking mope about it okay.
AND AS LONG AS WE’RE ON THE SUBJECT, anteing up at the end of every season, raising the stakes…um, that’s an expiration-date sort of thing. That’s not sustainable in the long-term. That’s how you get into trouble. Because sooner or later, you will have ante’d up past the point of rationality (*cough* SPN) and you will have really fucked up any perspective on what your character actually cares about (also see “Winchesters comma The”). Like, all right, y’all, look, if you’re going to ante up every season, bring in a bigger threat, then you need to PACE YOURSELF. Do NOT just go straight for “Literally the biggest bad in the universe,” do not just pit your characters against the Apocalypse and avert it outright and then just come back the next season with ANOTHER Apocalypse. (There are times where ‘multiple Apocalypses’ can become a running joke, see: Buffy, but you gotta spotlight that shit and have your characters be blase about it, okay, if you’ve done three possible Apocalypses in a year, your characters have to treat this like just another day at work.) Because you know what, after the fifth time I’m promised A Real Actual Facts Biblical Apocalypse that everyone is so worried about, I am going to be expecting that you shit or get off the pot. Give me your goddamn rain of fire or S T O P. Similarly, if you make something a huge plot point for a season or two, like one of your characters being Not What We Thought (Sam Winchester), or being Possibly Corrupted By Evil (Sam, and then Dean, and then Sam, and then Dean, and then Cas, and then I stopped watching), you need to CARRY THROUGH. The thing I’m specifically thinking of here is the Sam thing in the first couple seasons, the whole “well he’s a hunter but also demon blood” thing that they devoted two seasons to. Like. You can set that up, totally, I set up a novel on that premise so I’m not going to judge, but then you need to stick to your guns. It’s a risky move, plot-wise, because it explicitly aligns a protagonist with the Dark Side, as it were. It’s Plot Russian Roulette. But then you have to pull the trigger. You can’t flinch and drop that plot point once you’ve put a lot of time and effort into it. Because once you drop THAT alignment with the Dark Side, you’re going to feel compelled to ante up (see above) and that will get out of hand and your characters will suddenly need to ante up from SATAN, literal goddamn SATAN, and like I’m sorry but that…that’s just fucking embarrassing.
TL;DR: I have a chip on my shoulder the size of Mount Rushmore, tragedy is only interesting if it’s unusual, characters are only interesting if they’re not one-note, and go ahead and play Plot Roulette, but don’t flinch when you pull the trigger. And SPN flunked all of these criteria, thus the chip.
Astronomers have detected a small asteroid that doesn’t seem to want to go away. Called a quasi-satellite, this new companion circles around the Earth as it orbits the sun—and it’s going to stay that way for the next few hundred years.
words-writ-in-starlight asked: All right listen I read all of Check Please! in...what, a couple hours this weekend and had the tremendous fortune to get an update almost right after and I just need some more screaming on my dash about Bitty and Jack, do you have Bitty and Jack feelings and do you want to dump them on me?
The Presbyterian church by my apartment has two signs out that make me very happy. One is a rainbow sign that says “affirming all god’s children since 18(whatever year)” and the other says “to all our Muslim neighbors, blessed Ramadan”. And I’m like LOOK AT THAT. REAL CHRISTIANS.
Since joining Tumblr, I’ve met a lot of young queer people. Look, I’m a bisexual man in a gay relationship, and I’m approaching 30. I was still a kid when Matthew Shepard’s story was being covered on the news. I remember thinking, “I better keep my mouth shut about these feelings I’m having.”
And then I met Dominic when I was 12, and people could see how in love we were. And we got the shit beat out of us. The year I met him, some kids in the grade above me held me down against the bleachers in our gym and stomped on my hand until my fingers broke. Instead of sending me to the nurse, the teacher sent me to the assistant principal to explain the situation. She asked why the kids had beat me up. I said, “They were calling me gay.”
Her response was, “Well, are you?”
My, “I don’t know,” earned a call to my parents, and I was outed. Efforts were made to keep me from seeing Dom. Throughout high school, Dom’s stepmother intensified these efforts. He slept in the basement of the house. Although he was an incredibly talented student, he was prohibited from participating in any extracurriculars. He suffered a lot of physical abuse during those years.
The day he turned 18, he packed up everything he had and walked to my house, and we’ve lived together ever since. Things are better, but they’re not perfect. I’ve had trucks pull up next to me at stoplights and, seeing the pride sticker on my car, through old drinks and garbage into my window. I no longer speak to my dad’s side of the family. I haven’t been to see them for Christmas or Thanksgiving in years. One of my uncles had cornered me at Thanksgiving when I was 17 and said, “I’m not going to judge you, but I’d be happy to break your neck so God can do the judging a little sooner.”
I joined a support group for trans and intersex people. When I joined, 40 people attended regularly. Within the year, the group was half the size it had been. Some couldn’t make it anymore, because they were staying at the shelter, where their stay hinged on them agreeing to instead to attend homophobic sermons. Some were put in correctional therapy. Five of them died. Three of those, I didn’t know, but I knew Alex, the 19 year old who was fag-dragged in Kentucky and died a day later in the hospital, and I knew Stephanie, who went home to Alabama to care for her mom in hospice and was beaten to death with a baseball bat by her mom’s boyfriend.
Tumblr is not reality. The dynamic here does not reflect the dynamic out there. Here’s the part where I finally make a point, and it might be extremely unpopular - but guys, value your allies.Value each other. We are met with enough hate in our daily lives to enter an online safe-space and meet more hate from our own, over petty things. Don’t go after one another over every little thing you find problematic.
Learn to see nuance. Maybe the word “queer” bothers you, and you see a gay man using it as an umbrella term. Maybe someone called a trans man a trans woman because they’re confused about terminology, but the post where they did it was voicing support for the trans community. Maybe someone is just asking a question, wanting to learn more. Stop. Attacking. These. People.
Allies are being driven away. Members of our own community are being ostracized. Others are feeling nervous and estranged, and it’s largely because of places like Tumblr, where the social justice movement is quickly becoming violent and radical. I am begging you, stop nitpicking “problematic” things and start directing your efforts to create real change. When it comes to comes to your allies, forget the “social justice warrior” mentality and put down your torch. Educate calmly. Be respectful. Be understanding. Be forgiving. And I’m certainly not saying that your anger doesn’t have a good place - when you are met with bigots on the street, congress members who want to pass hateful laws, violent protesters, abusive parents, prejudiced teachers, that is when you need to be a warrior. That’s when it counts. In the real world. When you have the opportunity to protect people from real harm. Attacking your would-be allies via anonymous asks is just going to lose us ground in the long run. And we don’t have time for that, not when trans women of color are being murdered every day, not when states are still fighting against marriage equality, not when there are politicians in office who believe that trans people are possessed by demons, not when we’ve just lost 50 brothers and sisters to one gunman, not when the media won’t even admit that the attack was homophobic.
Please step back. Look at the big picture. Look at where we are, globally. Don’t just log on to your safe space and attack your allies over small missteps. That’s like washing the dishes in a house that’s on fire, kids. Let’s fight on the battlefield, and when we come home to each other, let’s just focus on bandaging up our wounds so we can go out and win the war.
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