Thinking again about Archie's season trajectory, going from new recruit working under the Kraken's brutal rule to witnessing "*hair flip* whatever you say, zaddy" from kitty collar boy in... how much time has even passed?
How powerful is Archie that she just rolls with all that? How nuts was that snake cult that none of this apparently fazes her-
Girl got fed to a snake as a birthday surprise. She's the essence of "well, this might as well happen" 😂
the older I get, the more the technological changes I've lived through as a millennial feel bizarre to me. we had computers in my primary school classroom; I first learned to type on a typewriter. I had a cellphone as a teenager, but still needed a physical train timetable. my parents listened to LP records when I was growing up; meanwhile, my childhood cassette tape collection became a CD collection, until I started downloading mp3s on kazaa over our 56k modem internet connection to play in winamp on my desktop computer, and now my laptop doesn't even have a disc tray. I used to save my word documents on floppy discs. I grew up using the rotary phone at my grandparents' house and our wall-connected landline; my mother's first cellphone was so big, we called it The Brick. I once took my desktop computer - monitor, tower and all - on the train to attend a LAN party at a friend's house where we had to connect to the internet with physical cables to play together, and where one friend's massive CRT monitor wouldn't fit on any available table. as kids, we used to make concertina caterpillars in class with the punctured and perforated paper strips that were left over whenever anything was printed on the room's dot matrix printer, which was outdated by the time I was in high school. VHS tapes became DVDs, and you could still rent both at the local video store when I was first married, but those shops all died out within the next six years. my facebook account predates the iphone camera - I used to carry around a separate digital camera and manually upload photos to the computer in order to post them; there are rolls of undeveloped film from my childhood still in envelopes from the chemist's in my childhood photo albums. I have a photo album from my wedding, but no physical albums of my child; by then, we were all posting online, and now that's a decade's worth of pictures I'd have to sort through manually in order to create one. there are video games I tell my son about but can't ever show him because the consoles they used to run on are all obsolete and the games were never remastered for the new ones that don't have the requisite backwards compatibility. I used to have a walkman for car trips as a kid; then I had a discman and a plastic hardshell case of CDs to carry around as a teenager; later, a friend gave my husband and I engraved matching ipods as a wedding present, and we used them both until they stopped working; now they're obsolete. today I texted my mother, who was born in 1950, a tiktok upload of an instructional video for girls from 1956 on how to look after their hair and nails and fold their clothes. my father was born four years after the invention of colour televison; he worked in radio and print journalism, and in the years before his health declined, even though he logically understood that newspapers existed online, he would clip out articles from the physical paper, put them in an envelope and mail them to me overseas if he wanted me to read them. and now I hold the world in a glass-faced rectangle, and I have access to everything and ownership of nothing, and everything I write online can potentially be wiped out at the drop of a hat by the ego of an idiot manchild billionaire. as a child, I wore a watch, but like most of my generation, I stopped when cellphones started telling us the time and they became redundant. now, my son wears a smartwatch so we can call him home from playing in the neighbourhood park, and there's a tanline on his wrist ike the one I haven't had since the age of fifteen. and I wonder: what will 2030 look like?
My grandfather, who is 100, remembers his dad’s accountant doing math on an abacus. Now he texts me “<3” on his flip phone.
I often tell people who want to understand how much the world has changed that my first video game system was in brown and black, played one blocky pixelated game at a time, required four batteries, and was three times the size of my phone, which at this precise moment contains nine beautifully rendered games and game-adjacent activities, some with literally thousands of options, and that is the smallest part of what my phone contains.
Okay, but I wanna see a superhero story where the guy is absolute shit about covering his identity up, and before long it’s NOT a secret to anyone… but the hero. And like, his entire office/school/neighbourhood puts all the real work into keeping his identity secret from the world at large while simultaneously working together to make sure the hero doesn’t know they’re doing it. “Man, that guy looks just like The Masked Protector.”
“Shut it!”
“No, really, look… he’s the right height, skin tone, eye color, and he’s even got that–” “NO, REALLY, SHUT IT.”
“I’m just saying–”
“Look, Ralph has saved the planet twice, and this town like fifteen times. He needs to be able to take off his mask and have a normal life. If he figures out we all know, he won’t be able to relax. So Shut. The Fuck. Up.”
….. “Oh, shit, it’s about to come over the radio that there’s a bank robbery. Can someone send Ralph for coffee?”
…..
“Hey, Jolene, it’s Marsha. Look, my house caught fire and Ralph is over here in costume putting it out while I wait for the fire department. I know you guys had a date tonight….”
“Thanks, Marsha. I’ll call him and tell him I’m running late so he doesn’t stress about it.”
…..
“Hey, let’s do a Masked Protector Cosplay Contest.”
“That’s a little on the nose, don’t you think?”
“Well, Ralph hasn’t updated his costume since the mid eighties. I’ve hired a couple of designers to come up with some new designs, maybe it will give him some inspiration…”
…..
“How the hell did you manage to knock over the whole table?”
“Oh, Ralph needed a distraction so he could {finger quotes} ‘slip away unnoticed’.”
…..
“God, it was a disaster. Me and Ralph were in the elevator when the bad guy shut off the power. I had to fake a seizure so Ralph could get away.”
……
”Kids, you can’t play on the fire escape. How’s Ralph going to fly out his window with you sitting RIGHT THERE?”
…..
“Jolene, what’s wrong?” “I was talking to Ralph about maybe spicing things up in the bedroom. Maybe some role play. I wanted to do him in the costume, just once, y’know?” “Uh-oh… did he catch on?”
“Well, no, he agreed….” <sobs>
“Jolene?” “He asked me to dress up as Statuesque!” <WAILS>
That wasn’t what I was thinking but your way is funnier.
Or Jolene IS Statuesque, she just also happens to be actually good at hiding her identity, she just took up supervillaining because she noticed that Ralph gets sad if there’s nothing for him to do for too long, so every time crime rates drop too low, bam, supervillain attack right on time.
I’ll just be watching these pixels all day btw
🤨 You gave him a cold? 🤨 An ✨️INTENSE✨️ cold. ☕️CUPPA TEA?🇬🇧
So you know the scene at the end of The Taming of The Shrew where they have that stupid competition to see whose wife is most obedient? Can you imagine if other Shakespeare characters were there?
Ophelia: You called, My Lord?
Hamlet: No I didn’t. Why are you here when nobody likes you? Go away!
Petruchio: Even I think that’s mean.
Romeo: Go find Juliet and ask her if she would come here and tell her she has the most beautiful eyes, that make the very sun seem dull, and the loveliest hair and a face that puts to shame Aphrodite herself...oh and bring her this sonnet I wrote her...and actually I’ll go find her myself for I can’t bear to be apart from her another moment!
Petruchio: …
Petruchio: … Yeah he’s not coming back. Next!
Coriolanus: Go find my wife and ask her to come here and also ask her if she's seen Aufidius. Actually, have you seen Aufidius...or heard any news of him?
Servant: No I haven't… Is there a name or a description I could use to find your wife?
Coriolanus: Hold on. I know this one.
Petruchio: Wow... We’ll come back to you. Next!
Orlando: I refuse to participate in this farce. It’s demeaning to women.
“Ganymede”: Nonsense! Any real man (which I totally am) wants women to obey him without question!
Orlando: That’s wrong! That’s not being a “real man”; that’s just being a bully. I would never treat Rosalind that way and I hope no one else would either!
“Ganymede”: … You pass the test.
Orlando: What?
"Ganymede": What?
Benedick: HEY BEATRICE!
Beatrice from 3 rooms away: WHAT?
Benedick: CAN YOU COME HERE A SECOND?
Beatrice: WHY?
Benedick: SOME MAN HERE WANTS TO SEE IF YOU’RE OBEDIENT.
Beatrice: WHY ARE YOU PERPETUATING THE OBJECTIFICATION OF WOMEN INSTEAD OF PUNCHING HIM IN THE FACE?
Benedick: YOU MEAN YOU DON’T WANT TO COME HERE AND SHOW OFF YOUR OBEDIENCE? I AM SHOCKED AND HEARTBROKEN!
Beatrice: HA. HA. SO HILARIOUS.
Beatrice: … HE STILL DOESN’T SOUND VERY PUNCHED IN THE FACE. I SUGGEST YOU FIX THAT UNLESS YOU WANT TO SLEEP ON THE COUCH FOREVER!
Benedick: ON IT!
Benedick *rolling up his sleeves*: Isn’t she great?
Tag gold found once again
This generation has the Kenergy. But back in Shakespeare’s time, they had Benedick from Much Ado About Nothing.
They had the Benergy.
if the Much Ado About Nothing characters were D&D characters, Beatrice would be a Bard who keeps using Vicious Mockery on Benedick. Benedick is a Fighter who doesn’t know Bards can do that—he thinks she’s just so good at insults that they actually hurt and keeps trying to get her back
Nothing feels more free than the realization that canon, fanon, and headcanon are all 1000% fake and made up and therefore all equally true and equally false. None are better or worse than the other. They just either appeal to you or they don't.
This post isn't about the relative legitimacy or importance of canon versus fanon versus headcanon. This is just about the fact that all of them are fiction. Fiction is fake and made up. Fiction is true, in that it feels true, emotionally. Fiction is false, in that it doesn't actually occur in the real world. It's a fantasy.
If I ask someone, "Does the sun rise in the east?" there is a right answer and a wrong answer to that question. There is a true and a false.
If I ask someone, "Is this character gay?" there isn't a right answer or a wrong answer. There is a canon answer, a fanon answer, and a headcanon answer. There isn't an actual real, living, breathing human being being discussed. It's a question about an idea, and the answer will depend on each person's interpretation of that idea. Broadly accepted or not. Supported by the text or not. Explained by the original creator or not. Each person gets to decide for themselves.
This is even true in RPF fandoms to a certain degree. The living, breathing person has a true way of being, but the public persona they use might not match up to their real self. And it's the persona that the fandom is writing about, not the actual person.
The idea of canon gets a lot more complicated when there's both a book and a movie. Or when there's an original and a reboot. Or when it's a comic book series that has been running since the 1930s. Or when it's a fictional story based on real life events.
What you value is up to you. What you enjoy is up to you. But it's also important to remember that what other people value and enjoy is up to them. You don't have to spend time and energy trying to make people agree with you. You really don't. You can just realize that some people love canon best. Some people love fanon best. Some people love their headcanons best. And most people enjoy different aspects of each and pick and choose as they go.
Imagining academic journal article titles based on lines from Good Omen's Season 1 (mostly) and 2.
“Funny If We Both Got It Wrong, Eh?:” A Case of Process Breakdown in a Centralized Organization
“Just Canceling Each Other Out:” Causal Links between Workplace Burnout and Employee Retention
“Oh, Well, Let Me Tempt You:” The Consequences of Sexual Harassment on the Operations and Maintenance of Infrastructure Mega-projects
“It’s On The Street, It Knows The Risks:” Addressing Cultural Perceptions Inhibiting Pedestrian Facility Improvements in the Transportation Sector
“And I Would Like To Spend…Mmmph:” Deconstructing Communication Failures and their Impact on Relationship Efficacy
The premise of OFMD is that a lot of the things we are taught about being a man are wrong.
David Jenkins describes Izzy as a mentor figure who dies when Ed outgrows his need for him (which is a common trope).
But what is he a mentor in? Not piracy, clearly. He joined Ed's crew when Ed was already a successful pirate. Plus, he doesn't die at a time when Ed is learning to be a pirate on his own for the first time (like Obi Wan in Star Wars dying and passing his mantle on to Luke - or Yoda in Star Wars also dying and .... passing his mantel on to Luke (gosh, poor Luke now that I think about this)).
He dies when Ed is finally feeling comfortable being open as a queer man with friends and emotions and a need for softness. He dies when Ed has grown past the sort of masculinity that Izzy represents.
Izzy is one of the people who taught Ed "how to be a man" - like many of us are taught by our fathers. And like many of our fathers, Izzy's idea of what it means to be a man is harmful and incomplete. Unlike many of our fathers, Izzy also got to grow beyond that before he died.
so a few months ago I went to the WGF library in Los Angeles and read all the scripts for ofmd s1, some of them were later drafts and some were earlier, idk how early but a lot changed. they were good scripts but the final product is MUCH much better, the actors really brought the characters to life and I suspect there was even more improv than we thought there was. anyway I wrote down some of stuff that I thought was kinda fun or interesting:
-Izzy/Fang/Ivan helped get Stede's ship unstuck in episode 2, their dynamic was less antagonistic and more kinda silly
-Blackbeard was described as having David Lee Roth vibes
-lots more of Pete's Blackbeard stories
-Buttons started the trend of pirates having birds on their shoulders by bringing Karl to the Republic of Pirates
-the crew had a Ye Olde Chore Wheel for the ship
-Jim inspired Ivan to explore his gender identity
-Roach was part of Lucius' little polycule
-there was a cute line where Stede was talking to his daughter and said "your Uncle Edward would love you"
-Alma had slightly more screentime in general, they were playing up her being a tomboy, wearing pants, and working in a stable iirc
-Stede was even more incredibly chill about Doug replacing him lmao he referred to Doug as "your father" when talking to Louis
-the Ed/Stede kiss was NOT in the draft I read!! it was still romantic but they just like bumped shoulders or something
-Stede picked up a waterlogged Lucius before he made it to the desert island to save the rest of the crew
-Izzy was revealed to be one of the Siete Gallos at the very end
Um, this is incredibly cool! Thank you so much for sharing with us. 💜 Would the S2 scripts be available by now?
just checked the catalogue and it looks like they're not yet, but if/when they are I will go on another reconnaissance mission and report back!!
How can anyone hate on Anna and Georgia? I love the boys with my whole heart, but the girlies are eating them up.
David and Michael are trophy husbands and I need everyone to know that.
Also love that DT is just Crowley now. The starmaker suit? Perfect ✨
Fourteen and Mel 🥹
Use your words instead of slamming the love of your life into a wall challenge. (failed x3)
