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One of my favorite Westley quips, "There’s a shortage of perfect breasts in this world. It would be a pity to damage yours." couldn't be said by any of the other characters without radically changing the tone. Who else could say that line? Fezzik? Inigo? Wouldn't work!
I concede that Humperdink could say the line, but coming from him, its a sleazy claim of ownership over Buttercup, not a compliment.
I need people to stop blaming the death of movies on “quips”. A quip is just a funny line of dialogue. That’s all. Like I just saw a post talking about quips and the death of movies and brought up Pirates of the Caribbean as an example of a better movie and yes it is but also that movie is FULL OF QUIPS. I just rewatched The Princess Bride. It’s all quips. Every single line. And it’s a masterpiece.
Movies suck when people don’t care about the art they’re making. That includes them not caring about their quips. Which is why a lot of comic relief dialogue ALSO sucks now. But the problem isn’t that funny dialogue exists.
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Yeah, I never needed to take notes until I got to law school. Thank g-d I got hyperfixated on secretary shorthand when I was younger, or I would have flunked out. I should have learned how to take notes much, much earlier in my academic career, but no one ever bothered to teach me. It was only a fear of failure and a childhood special interest that saved me when I got to the level where I had to take notes.
people misunderstand what ‘gifted kid’ actually means but it’s ok it’s fine it’s cool it’s good
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Pete Buttigieg is just a faggot.
It's very important to me that younger queers understand this: to the people who you're trying to be more respectable for when you say things like neopronouns set the trans movement back or you're why the cishets don't accept us or including [aces/bi people with the 'wrong kind' of partners/non-binary people/kinksters/non-passing trans ppl/furries/polyam people] just hurts us, can't you wait until we get all our rights before we talk about some of yours? -- to those people? Pete Buttigieg is just a fag.
On Sunday at Pride Northwest, some kids -- late teens, early 20s -- asked what our button I survived Reagan for this? meant. All of the queer adults at the tables making up our ad hoc counter looked at each other and sighed a little. Emet and another adult started to explain the way that the Reagan Administration handled -- or didn't handle -- the beginning of the AIDS crisis. How many people died. How much we were ignored. The Ashes Action. The Time Magazine article which explicitly blamed bisexual men for passing the pandemic to the cishet community, playing on all the worst stereotypical bullshit. The way that even when the CDC started paying attention, they were so focused on gay men that they ignored AIDS in the lesbian community, leading to the "women don't get AIDS, they just die from it" poster. And so on.
I finished counting out change and passed the last Bear Pride raised fist pin over to a bear a little older than me, then turned my head and interjected, "they didn't care until it started infecting more than just the fags." I turned my head back and handed him his change. He laughed bitterly and said, "remember when they called it 'gay cancer?'"
That what I need you to understand. The people for whom you are folding yourself into smaller and smaller boxes will never see you as anything but a freak. A queer. A dyke. A tranny. A fag.
Never.
These are people who will stand by and let you wither away and die alone, gasping for breath in a cinderblock room, and not even claim your ashes, and they will say you deserve it, because of your lifestyle. If they speak of you at all it will be by the wrong name, with the pictures you hate the most. They will curse at your lover, throw him out of the home you shared, and steal the gift you gave last Christmas to throw it in the trash just so he can't have it and they'll say Jesus loves you! while they do it. They'll feel good and righteous and blessed and holy and pure for doing it.
And for them, you spit in the eye of your sister. For them, you disavow your sibling. For their sake, you trim away bits of your heart and lace yourself up tight. Never too loud. Never too queer. Never inconvenient or embarrassing, never asking for too much.
Pete Buttigieg is what happens when your Boomer dad turns out gay. Middle America. Parents still married. Suburban-sprouted. Valedictorian. Harvard-educated. Rhodes Scholarship. Military service. More power to him: I hope he and Chasten are very happy together. Genuinely, I do.
You couldn't create a more respectable gay if you grew one in a lab run by concerned voter focus groups.
But Pete Buttigieg? Is just a fag.
That's the part you don't seem to get: when they abandoned us, they abandoned all of us. Rock Hudson was a beloved movie star and even personally friendly with that horrid pair of ambitious jackals. Nancy Reagan refused to help him get into the only place in the world that could treat him at the time, and he died.
It was 1985, 4 years after the CDC first released papers on what would eventually become known as HIV/AIDS and 7 years after the first known death from an infection from HIV-2. Reagan hadn't even said the word AIDS by the time Hudson died.
Pete Buttigieg is just a fag, and so am I. Unless I'm a dyke, which seems to depend on who's yelling what from which window and what day it is.
Yes, there will be people who genuinely love and accept you. Those people are worth all the frustration of the rest, thankfully, and they're the ones who love you in a pup mask or a leather harness and a neon jock like the ones sold by the men up the row from us last weekend. They're the ones who laugh out loud when you tell them you hid the word "dyke" in your company name, the ones who love you in all your messiness and uncertainty and the way you don't fit into neat boxes all scrubbed up and clean.
Most cishets, though... well, they don't actively mean you specifically any harm, at least not when they have to look at you. Not when you're right there in front of them. Maybe they'll be okay with you, personally, especially if you're the kind of gay who makes a good rhetorical device, and as long as you remain a good rhetorical device.
They need people to know that they don't have a problem with the gays, after all, and there you are, being all convenient. You make a nice token, and as long as you do, well. You're useful.
But they call you by your deadname when you're not around, and they put the wrong pronouns in your medical record even though they met you years after you came out, and they won't put themselves out to save you. Not one little bit.
I didn't want to be here again. The year I graduated from high school was the worst year of the AIDS crisis. The world into which I became an adult was a world in which an advisor and friend to Reagan, William F. Buckley, openly advocated for forcibly tattooing the HIV status of HIV+ gay men on their buttocks (and IV drug users on their forearms), and in which my father not only told me that when I was 14 or so, but when was told me that he'd advocated for that tattoo being "over their assholes."
(Buckley wrote that in '86, but he doubled down on it in 2005.
Fucker.)
But yeah. I didn't want to be here again. I wanted my daughter to inherit a better world. I wanted Obergefell and Lawrence v. Texas and Hope & Change to really mean something. I work for it, today and all days. I haven't given up.
I need you to know that, too. This isn't a white flag. I'm not surrendering. This isn't over. To misquote Henry Rollins, this is what Marsha and Sylvia and Stormé and Leslie and Brenda and Auntie Sugar trained us for. This is punk rock time.
But I need you to understand that if Pete Buttigieg is just a fag, if that human embodiment of a Wonder Bread, mayo and Oscar Meyer bologna sandwich is not respectable enough for them -- and he's not -- then the rest of us have absolutely no hope of measuring up. Not even if we trim away every colorful, beautiful piece of our community, not even if the Sisters Of Perpetual Indulgence vanish into the ether, not even if we sacrifice the five elements of vogue on the altar of white supremacist cishet middle-class conformity: we can't trim ourselves down to something they'll accept.
The only other option is radical acceptance of our queer selves. The only other option is solidarity. The only other option is for fats and femme queens and drags and kinksters and queers and zine writers and sex workers and furries and addicts and kids and the ones who can look us in the eye and see all of us to say we're here, we're queer, get used to it just the way we did 30 years ago. It's revolutionary, complete and total acceptance of our entire community, not just the ones the cishets can pretend to be comfortable with as long as we don't challenge them too much, or it's conceding the shoreline inch by inch to the rising waters of fascism until we've got nowhere left to stand and some of us start drowning.
That's it. Either it's all of us or it's none of us, because if we leave the answer up to the Reagans of the world and all the people who enabled him in the name of lower taxes and Democrats who wring their hands, weeping oh I don't agree with it but we'll lose the election if we fight it right now, the answer is none of us.
The brunch gays can come, too, I guess.
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Palamedes could only stick around because he planned for it in advance. The Canaan House servants were called back and bound to skeletons. This level of persistence in a revenant is remarkably rare and is usually intentional. So how does Wake do it?
#her biological daughter kept bleeding on the sword#given that said daughters father is... god#I'm going to guess fury and latent access to divinity really let wake break the rules#tlt spoilers
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The Beast that Bothers
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Lyctoral Grief
Does anyone else feel like the Lyctors' endless, evergreen mourning for their cavaliers is... almost unnatural, a little bit? Not that it's unnatural to feel grief and guilt about having murdered someone you loved. But it's been thousands of years. The Lyctors must have loved and lost more people than they can count anymore. And yet every Lyctor we meet -- and, it's implied, all the ones we didn't -- is still steeped in the horror of what they did, even the ones like Cytherea, whose cavalier went willingly.
I don't think it's just because they loved their cavaliers, miss them, feel guilty for their deaths. I think there's more to it, even if they don't realize that themselves. I think it's an effect of the cavalier not being entirely gone. One can mourn the dead, adjust to life without them, let time dull the pain -- but the cavs aren't quite dead. They aren't gone. They're still trapped inside their necromancers, suspended in the moment of death so that that moment can continue generating infinite thanergy forever. They never finish dying. After a while, they're supposed to be "fully digested," but thanks to The Unwanted Guest, we know that's not exactly true -- or at least that that supposed "digestion" doesn't mean the total breakdown of the cav's soul, but rather, at least partial incorporation into the soul of the necromancer. Cytherea Loveday. Ianthe Naberius.
The Lyctors' grief isn't because the cavaliers they loved are gone, but because they are never quite gone, and so the mourning process can never end. The cavalier is still dying inside them, and because some fraction of what is now the Lyctor used to be that cavalier, they are dying inside themselves. Never quite finished, never at peace. Forever.
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When Mercymorn asks how old Harrow is! The body says "lie", when Harrow has no idea why exactly she needs to lie. Specifically, Harrow says she is younger. That would not absolve her parents, but would remove her from possibly being Wake's daughter. Harrow might remember at that point that she is a war crime, but if you re-read the scene, Mercymorn has no idea any of that happened, she is checking to make sure Harrow isn't Wake's daughter.
re: your alecto post
so true! i haven’t been actively thinking about any of that but you’re so right. i do want to point one thing out though, you say that the body has never been anything but gentle with harrow, and you’re not wrong per se but at the same time i’m fairly sure that the body as we see it in htn is harrow hallucinating. which absolutely does not mean that the body has no bearing on the larger character of alecto, she Absolutely does. but i don’t think it’s at all inconsistent that the alecto we see when the tomb opens acts very differently from the body as we see her in htn.
I agree that the Body in Harrow the Ninth is sometimes Harrow hallucinating, but that "sometimes" is important. It seems odd to me that she would be conveniently hanging around just in time to nip into Harrow's body and become Nona if she weren't also sometimes really there.
It would also be odd from a narrative standpoint to spend so much time on Harrow's conversations with the Body, if that relationship was only ever really with herself and her idea of the Body. I'm thinking specifically of those rare occasions when the Body has something to say.
The first example that comes to mind is this little interaction, when the Body has interpreted Harrow's fear of death to her as being because she sees death as a mistake. Harrow asks what else it could be, and:
This statement is nonsense to Harrow, and does nothing to answer her question. It's barely more than nonsense to us, until we learn Alecto's story. Now we know it's literally true. It's true, and it's something about Alecto that Harrow did not know. I feel confident in interpreting Alecto as having been in some way present in this scene. (Though her confusion implies to me that her memory loss did not start with Nona! That's fun!)
Then there's this exchange, right after Harrow has tried and failed to physically seduce the Body, and the Body has told her she has to leave:
So fun fact: This is one of the ways I figured out Nona was Alecto. Nona has exactly the same casually dismissive attitude about sexual advances. "Oh, they wanted to see me naked. It was a sex thing. I don't really mind." This one is less certain than the other. If you want to believe the Body in that scene was a hallucination, there are other ways to explain it. But the continuity of personality there is pretty damn convincing to me.
Like, really tho, if the Body wasn't at least sometimes Alecto, then what was the point of all that? Isn't it way more interesting as an inconsistency between aspects, just as Nona and Alecto are inconsistent?
#tlt#htn spoilers#this is a direct comparison to cytheria asking to see gideons eyes#and harrow bluffs successfully.#because the body warned her
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This is why it used to be considered bad luck to have a woman on board a ship. Don't want to risk the merfolk becoming male.
tired: mermaids are all women
wired: much like elves, merfolk are mistaken by sailors for being all women because they have long hair and are very pretty
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Really hate that the queer community's response to the creation of a gender trinary (girl, boy, and nonbinary, which is still not all-encompassing) was to... reinvent the binary. We just started grouping all genders into "masc/male-aligned" and "fem/female-aligned" and it's so fucking stupid. Even with the occasional allowance of "neutral/unaligned" it still maintains the binary as the standard. And then they don't let you use certain labels if you don't have the "right" gender alignment. The fuck.
#fucking thank you#this is why I have been quietly seething about 'non-binary' for years#I am a gender outlaw and I am PROUD#do not slot me into a different slot#I decided ages ago I was not part of this bullshit#and I deeply resent other queers trying to rope me back in.
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#I got lucky#a wealthy relative set up a fund for me to go to school#and then I got scholarships#so there was enough left that it covered most of the house#and I invited my best friend to live with me#so he “pays” rent#to cover his half of some of the bills like power#the rent goes into our “improve the house” fund
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showing up late, viewing the numerous booping memes and sad I didn't get here soon enough.
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if you're ok with an incessant amount of boops reblog this so I can get those other 2 badges <3
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I think my favorite part of the Locked Tomb is when Gideon is narrating and goes ‘you didn’t realize he saw me’
Show stopping, fantastic. I love it to pieces. One of my favorite moments of any media ever
#tlt#htn spoilers#literally threw the book away from me with a wordless shout#genuinely shocked the hell out of me
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sometimes i wonder if every part of my personality these days is a glowing beacon that shrieks to the world "this woman has a tumblr account!" and i start to get legitimately concerned about it except then i remember that all the people best equipped to recognize the signs in the wild are also on this website so. devil's sacrament, etc. the fact that the phrase "devil's sacrament" came so readily to my mind just then is probably a point in favor of an affirmative answer to that first question isn't it
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https://vm.tiktok.com/ZTdQuxw52/
I think I found my new favorite rabbit hole. This voice actor does Shakespeare scenes in a southern accent and I need to see the whole damn play. Absolutely beautiful
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