IRONICALLY TW is a totally positive experience for me, like I only pay attention to what I love, which is a SURVIVAL TACTIC. (also this is so random but did you know Flowers in the Attic is going to be on Showtime) SO WHAT D’YOU LOVE?!?
do you know how fucking psyched i am for flowers in the attic
i made my co-worker find me a pdf of it so that i could read it at work instead of doing my TEFL course and like, can we watch it together time zones be damned
UM THINGS I LIKE/LOVE ABOUT TEEN WOLF:
- Tyler babe Hoechlin, as you so accurately described him, like, the dumb rage face he is wearing constantly plus that whole scene where he is just trying on fucking shirts in stiles’ room and his only lines are IT DOESN’T FIT and his jaw sticks out about eight inches, I’m pretty sure they use that chin to break ice in front of long distance arctic transport ships
- stiles, i think he has the most endearing jim carreyness without actually being jim carrey and also being really fucking adorable
- in show acknowledgement that scott is A Moron
- alison’s bad ass arrow shit and her fucking hair, holy moses
- I love tv that just serves up utter ridiculousness and then expects you to take it with like, zero rationale and lines like “oh look, it’s dereck hale, that guy who is just a few years older than us and whose entire family was tragically killed in a fire a few years ago”
- kate’s arrival when she shoots through the roof of her car and jumps out like COME AT ME BRO it subverted my expectations and man that was swell
tbh i never have the usual niggling complaints that ruin a show for me with teen wolf because i just consume it without looking too close like the boxes of chocopies on my counter right now
i think maybe i was ruminatin’ on how i would much rather be the ferocious, snarly terror beast than an archer or like, magical person in this case. tragically, i also always thought Colossus was the xman whose powers I would most like to have because while boring, it makes more of a statement to turn to fuckin steel and stop a locomotive than like, pull a purple soul blade from your tummy, but that’s just me. I don’t necessarily admire brute characters but I am really susceptible to the heavy metal shirt ripping scenes in my own personal fantasy life.
Fuck yes Lilly we need to watch this fucking show together, TRUE STORY about Flowers in the Attic, I somehow got my prepubescent mitts on it when I was goddamn TWELVE, and the librarian, her name was Ms. Swaim and she was probably 8000 years old, asked me to read it in order to determine its appropriateness of being on the shelves of a middle school library. I read it. The whole thing was like a persuasive essay on incest. I read the NEXT TWO BOOKS. And then, like the lying hypocrite I am/was, I told her it probably didn’t belong in the library. Like, the moral compass of my twelve year old soul knew there was something TERRIBLY WRONG and yet my heart was like, holy crap the fine lines between trauma and love. So watching this show will be like, a redemption. LET’S DO IT.
Tyler Hoechlin as Derek Hale goddamn, my automatic/visceral reaction to werewolves is ocean air, right, like the glimmer train of grey skies and long shadows, mountains fringed with hemlock, man, pine, salt crusted shorelines. Smokey bites. I, his eyes, his henleys. Beacon Hills is in NorCal? The genetic history of Derek Hale is rooted in the most unbroken part of the USA, real forests and shit. I (have read too much fanfic) cannot with Derek Hale
OKAY I love Stiles I mean WHO DOESN’T but I keep thinking Dylan O’Brien’s flail/fail thing is basically Shia LaBeouf during Even Stevens; fuck though, his nose is like a perfect onomatopoeia, all I need to know about Stiles Stilinski is what his nose tells me. I LOVE STILES.
SCOTT Scott he gets better later I guess, sometimes Tyler Posey’s delivery is kind of mmhm but whatever, very cute
I love Alison I LOVE Alison, I love how she’s so active and capable, she can slay and stop traffic, I mean
Kate’s arrival was the first episode I watched so I totally get it.
I just wrapped up a course on shamanism, so I’m better understanding the appeal of shapeshifting, technicians of the sacred, etc. I get all romantic about it but it’s TRUE, going beast mode is basically us at our most primal core; actually wrote a short story about a spirit journey for my final assignment, and animals, man. Symbols/the stuff of our bones; I’d rather be the werewolf too.
“Here is the truth of nostalgia: we don’t feel it for who we were, but who we weren’t. We feel it for all the possibilities that were open to us, but that we didn’t take.
Time is like wax, dripping from a candle flame. In the moment, it is molten and falling, with the capability to transform into any shape. Then the moment passes, and the wax hits the table top and solidifies into the shape it will always be. It becomes the past, a solid single record of what happened, still holding in its wild curves and contours the potential of every shape it could have held.
It is impossible not to feel a little sad, looking at that bit of wax. That bit of the past. It is impossible not to think of all the wild forms that wax now will never take. The village, glimpsed from a train window, beautiful and impossible and impossibly beautiful on a mountaintop, and you wonder what it would be if you stepped off the train and walked up the trail to its quiet streets and lived there for the rest of your life. All variety of lost opportunity spied from the windows of public transportation, really. It can be overwhelming, this splattered, inert wax recording every turn not taken.
‘What’s the point?’ you ask. ‘Why bother?’ you say. But then you remember — I remember! — that we are even now in another bit of molten wax. We are in a moment that is still falling, still volatile, and we will never be anywhere else. We will always be in that most dangerous, most exciting, most possible time of all: the Now. Where we never can know what shape the next moment will take.
Stay tuned next for, well… let’s just find out together, shall we?”—Welcome To Night Vale episode 21, “A Memory Of Europe” (via everythingiveseentwice)
“Look, without our stories, without the true nature and reality of who we are as People of Color, nothing about fanboy or fangirl culture would make sense. What I mean by that is: if it wasn’t for race, X-Men doesn’t make sense. If it wasn’t for the history of breeding human beings in the New World through chattel slavery, Dune doesn’t make sense. If it wasn’t for the history of colonialism and imperialism, Star Wars doesn’t make sense. If it wasn’t for the extermination of so many Indigenous First Nations, most of what we call science fiction’s contact stories doesn’t make sense. Without us as the secret sauce, none of this works, and it is about time that we understood that we are the Force that holds the Star Wars universe together. We’re the Prime Directive that makes Star Trek possible, yeah. In the Green Lantern Corps, we are the oath. We are all of these things—erased, and yet without us—we are essential.”—Junot Díaz, “The Junot Díaz Episode" (18 November 2013) on Fan Bros, a podcast “for geek culture via people of colors” (via kynodontas)
i love how “lmao” has evolved over the years from a genuine expression of mirth to the modern symbol of wet, unemphatic amusement; the mere ghost of an emotion, reflecting the journey of modern youth from innocent naievete to hardened apathy. ayyy lmao
Old English (Anglo-Saxon):Eft he axode, hu ðære ðeode nama wære þe hi of comon. Him wæs geandwyrd, þæt hi Angle genemnode wæron. Þa cwæð he, "Rihtlice hi sind Angle gehatene, for ðan ðe hi engla wlite habbað, and swilcum gedafenað þæt hi on heofonum engla geferan beon."
Middle English:In þat lond ben trees þat beren wolle, as þogh it were of scheep; whereof men maken clothes, and all þing þat may ben made of wolle. In þat contree ben many ipotaynes, þat dwellen som tyme in the water, and somtyme on the lond: and þei ben half man and half hors, as I haue seyd before; and þei eten men, whan þei may take hem.
Early Modern English:But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun. Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief, That thou her maid art far more fair than she Be not her maid, since she is envious; Her vestal livery is but sick and green And none but fools do wear it; cast it off. It is my lady, O, it is my love!
Modern English:Moving forward using all my breath. Making love to you was never second best. I saw the world crashing all around your face, never really knowing it was always mesh and lace. I'll stop the world and melt with you. You've seen the difference and it's getting better all the time. There's nothing you and I won't do. I'll stop the world and melt with you.
the pressure on first generation children of immigrants
to prove that you are indeed proof that parents’ sacrifice was worth it
is something that many Americans will never understand
Wow. Yes. So let’s continue to come from different places and use our separate genetic histories as excuses for segregation and sticking with our tribes, because most of us, immigrant parents or otherwise, never have to work hard for our successes.
Bullfuckingshit. I AM a first generation child of immigrants and I despise this tactical superiority complex disguised as a pity party. It took me years to pry the chip off my shoulder, I get it, but we’re never going to solve any problems by singling out and resenting Americans. Humans have always migrated, children will always feel pressure from their parents — unless they don’t, and I get a first row seat to how this plays out in the classroom so do not even preach — and anyone who dismisses the complexity of American society by using generalizations is basically revealing that America is something they will never understand.
“Q: How many male novelists does it take to screw in a lightbulb?
A: He lit a cigarette. His glass of whiskey lit a cigarette too. “I can only truly love my best friend,” he said, “but not in a gay way. Women wouldn’t understand it. They’re too gay.” Both of the cigarettes agreed.”—
“In the environmental groups, [they] talk about [circular economies] a lot. … If you think of buying a pair of Nike shoes in Los Angeles, it will come in a cardboard box. You’ll toss that cardboard box into a recycling bin; that [box] will eventually make its way to China where [it] will be turned into a new cardboard box for Nike and shipped back to the United States, and the circle continues.”—
I saw Garbage Dreams a few years ago; would be really interesting to take an environmental economics course, which studies recycling and waste disposal (as opposed to NR econ, which, currently taking). I was watching “Giant” with my parents last night, and when Bick shot the injured horse, it reminded me of this article I read on racing horses, and how every horse that breaks a leg gets shot and discarded (where? I can’t remember, maybe there’s piles of rotting horse corpses everywhere). I don’t presume I know anything about how injuries affect horses, but it still seems like such waste, a waste of lives, of food and water.
frankocean: mind is pretty blank right now. i’m sitting in my kitchen listening to age of consent by new order. i like this song.. i fuck with that gwen stefani song ‘cool’ too, i never knew 3000 played keyboards on it- sounds like some teen coming of age movie. i used my birthday week pass to stay in my apartment for too long.. sit still and catch up on some information. i saw that movie ‘glengarry glen ross’ and ‘bottle rocket’, ‘pi’, ‘blackfish’ (sea world is the devil), ‘this is the end’ (hahaha), ‘the purge’(smh), some funny horror movie i forgot the name of ‘…’ . my homie in aussie suggested that i read ‘mr. norris changes trains’.. the writing was really nice. i read ‘the new jim crow’ it made me not fuck with humans for an hour. oh and ‘diffficult men’ which talked about great tv ..dexter, the wire, the sopranos, breaking bad and whatnot. i didn’t watch any news or read it …figured all that shit was gonna happen either way. i’m back to work these days.
The writing was really nice. Honesty can give you a lot of credibility.