Does anyone else have these two songs on repeat in their head since watching episode 10 or am I the only one with this specific curse
ALT
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"you should've been at the club" YOU should've been at the club. in the catacombs. on april 2nd 1897.
i went to the illegal 1897 catacombs concert and nobody there knew you
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Okay. I’m going to wait to do a second watch before I articulate most of my other feelings here, but I want to address one thing.
I’m seeing a lot of posts like, “I related to Izzy because I am also queer and older/disabled/depressed. By killing him off, the writers are saying that I deserve to die.”
Guys.
I’m not saying your feelings aren’t valid. I totally understand grieving a character that you relate to. But speaking as a writer, I just want to point out that trying to write with the shadow of “what is the absolute worst and most harmful way a reader can interpret this” will smother your ability to create. Twisting yourself in knots, trying to think up the worst-faith takes possible and scotch-guarding all your writing decisions against them is exhausting to the point of making you just not want to write anymore.
And we’ve seen the writers deliberately choose not to do this in Season 1. Remember all those terrible “Izzy is racist” takes that the writers and cast seemed completely blindsided by? That happened because the writers and directors and actors weren’t going over every scene with a fine tooth comb, ferreting out every shot or line of dialogue or micro expression that could possibly be interpreted as racist, and scrubbing it off. Because there comes a point where your story is what it needs to be, and you have to accept that some people will interpret it in ways you didn’t intend them to. And if you can’t accept that, you’ll never find the courage to put your work out there.
The point of diverse casts and writing teams isn’t to achieve a state of, “Nothing bad ever happens to a character from a marginalized demographic ever again.” It’s to achieve a status quo of these types of characters just being people in the world of the story. Not symbols, not representation boxes to tick, not tokens that you can point to so that you can say, “Here, we acknowledged this type of person exists, now where’s our woke points?”
OFMD is full of characters of color, queer characters, older characters, characters of differing body types. And in stories, things happen to characters. Some fall in love. Some make the same mistakes over and over. Some turn into birds. Some die.
Izzy’s character represents a lot of things, but he does not represent every older, disabled fan or fan who has struggled with suicide, any more than Jim represents all genderqueer fans, or Olu represents all black fans. That’s not how the writers were handling him. They were handling him like a character, because that’s what you have to do.
Again, I understand being sad. I am so, so fucking sad. But this idea of, “Any time something bad happens to a character I relate to means that the writer thinks I deserve these bad things to happen to me,” will poison everything you engage with eventually. Because stories are full of things happening to characters, and they won’t all be good things. And the more representation we get, the more often bad things will happen to characters we relate to.
But good things will happen too.
Queer couples get married. Disabled women run off with their favorite husbands. Middle-aged characters change careers. A multiracial polycule finds a home at sea. A fat man covered in tattoos stars in a drag show and all his friends cheer. All these things happened in the same show as Izzy’s death. This is what this world is.
Anyway. I know emotions are running high and I’ll probably get blocked or unfollowed by a few people for this. But I’m just trying to find my peace where I can, and if anyone else finds this useful, cheers.
knuckle tats say FOUC AULT
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knuck tats saying POST, and on the other hand, having transcended the limitations of the form, STRUCTURALIST
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i get so thrown when i see people call tumblr a hellsite and start talking about discourse theyve seen. when i call this place a hellsite im referring to the fact that if youre on mobile and interact with your queue in any way itll immediately launch you back up to the top.
other ways tumblr is a hellsite, especially on mobile: i tried to click on a link on a post and it told me id need the tumblr app to view it. i was then helpfully taken to the tumblr app store page where i was told i already had the tumblr app
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If aliens came to Earth and you asked them to guess which of these was a real hard-boiled crime movie from the eighties, they would be so pissed at the answer…
I usually hate miscommunication tropes but for some reason I love them for OFMD and I think there's a few reasons for that
- Ed and Stede are so damn weird that when they miscommunicate its a new and fresh and deranged.
- Ed already tried communicating and that shit didn't work so it makes sense that he would try something else.
- I'm way more tolerant of things when they are gay
also, like
miscommunication where a character overhears one sentence out of context and assumes the worst = boring, bad, overdone, stupid
miscommunication where a character's insecurities are believably written and extremely relatable and the character talks around a straightforward explanation of their feelings because they're afraid to be vulnerable, and in doing so they accidentally trigger the other character's believably written and extremely relatable insecurities, creating a feedback loop between the characters where they almost say exactly what they mean, but there's enough room for interpretation that the message doesn't fully go through = SEXY AS HELL
Well, that went in a COMPLETELY different direction than I was expecting.
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People who switch pronouns in songs to no-homo the situation are so funny. The idea literally never even occurred to me as a kid. Couldn’t be me. I am a woman scorned. I am a man who had his heart broken. I am a guy who hates his hometown. I’m a country boy, I’m a city girl. I’m a slut. I’m addicted to cocaine. It’s a song, man.
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Stede Bonnet, Our Flag Means Death (2022)
cuckoo birds are so funny. like sure, yes, the mother lays her eggs parasitically in other species’ nests. but—the baby’s in on it too! as soon as the damn thing hatches it starts pushing out all the other eggs. god designed this funny little guy to be evil from birth. no tragic backstory no nothing. just nature’s most villainous baby, keeping up the grindset
fantasy costco is a front for garfield's true passion: illegal cloning
you're so right ive breached containment and my notes are full of delighted confusion
Tumblr folk are so patient with each other. I don’t remember why I followed half of you people and every day I scroll past Discourse from someone who’s moved fandoms ranting about some show I’ve never heard of in incomprehensible shorthand like “WC/YT shippers from ZZNMHP just don’t understand why Jyrra of the North couldn’t retrieve the Aggro Crag from the MalignaSwamp” completely untagged and I’m just like
In a private cemetery in small-town Arkansas, a woman single-handedly buried and gave funerals to more than 40 gay men during the height of the AIDS epidemic, when their families wouldn’t claim them. -Source
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One person who found the courage to push the wheel is Ruth Coker Burks. Now a grandmother living a quiet life in Rogers, in the mid-1980s Burks took it as a calling to care for people with AIDS at the dawn of the epidemic, when survival from diagnosis to death was sometimes measured in weeks. For about a decade, between 1984 and the mid-1990s and before better HIV drugs and more enlightened medical care for AIDS patients effectively rendered her obsolete, Burks cared for hundreds of dying people, many of them gay men who had been abandoned by their families. She had no medical training, but she took them to their appointments, picked up their medications, helped them fill out forms for assistance, and talked them through their despair. Sometimes she paid for their cremations. She buried over three dozen of them with her own two hands, after their families refused to claim their bodies. For many of those people, she is now the only person who knows the location of their graves.
How have I never heard of this?
People like her should be remembered. And even more importantly, we must remember that there was a time in our history when we needed someone like her.
“When Burks was a girl, she said, her mother got in a final, epic row with Burks’ uncle. To make sure he and his branch of the family tree would never lie in the same dirt as the rest of them, Burks said, her mother quietly bought every available grave space in the cemetery: 262 plots. They visited the cemetery most Sundays after church when she was young, Burks said, and her mother would often sarcastically remark on her holdings, looking out over the cemetery and telling her daughter: ‘Someday, all of this is going to be yours.’
‘I always wondered what I was going to do with a cemetery,’ she said. ‘Who knew there’d come a time when people didn’t want to bury their children?’"
Wonderful woman. Wonderful story.
This is an ally. This is a hell of an ally.
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Epic Grudge-holding Mom has Epically Empathetic Daughter.
She did good work.
Just to add to this, there is currently a GoFundMe page dedicated to raising money for a memorial to be placed in Files Cemetery dedicated to those whom she cared for, and those who lost their lives to the epidemic.
“Someday,” she said, “I’d love to get a monument that says: This is what happened. In 1984, it started. They just kept coming and coming. And they knew they would be remembered, loved and taken care of, and that someone would say a kind word over them when they died.“
If anyone is interested in reading her story or donating towards the memorial, here is the link
Reblogging this on World AIDS Day seems appropriate.
Source: weird-facts.org
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“I adore the way fan fiction writers engage with and critique source texts, by manipulating them and breaking their rules. Some of it is straight-up homage, but a lot of [fan fiction] is really aggressive towards the source text. One tends to think of it as written by total fanboys and fangirls as a kind of worshipful act, but a lot of times you’ll read these stories and it’ll be like ‘What if Star Trek had an openly gay character on the bridge?’ And of course, the point is that they don’t, and they wouldn’t, because they don’t have the balls, or they are beholden to their advertisers, or whatever. There’s a powerful critique, almost punk-like anger, being expressed there—which I find fascinating and interesting and cool.”
― Lev Grossman
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i found it
the original post
i found it
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this should have the opportunity to be on everyone’s blog.
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*tour guide voice*
and here on the left ladies and gentlemen, you see one of the posts before everyone went batshit crazy
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World Heritage Post
Everyone here is dead.