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Narrative Frameworks in Only Friends
Something I have been tracking as part of the ongoing discussions about Only Friends is the use of the narrative framework for each episode.
So, I’m making this list specifically for tracking purposes, to note which framework was used for which episodes, if they repeat, and what they may be paying homage to. The goal is to update it every week. Due to suggestions, I am also tracking the end credit scenes, as well as any specific visual or audio formats used in the episodes.
Frameworks so far:
1. Voiceovers: gives the audience specific insight into a characters thoughts and feelings; also a great way to provide exposition. It’s more of an audio than visual framework, as we don’t always see the character doing the voice-over because it plays over other scenes.
2. “Talking Heads” (is there a better descriptor for this?): The characters talk directly to the camera, interview/documentary style. We get to see exactly how they feel about a given moment because they are reacting to it at that time. Audio and visual. Homage to Love8009 (per P'Jojo).
3. Social Media (ft The Artist Formerly Known as Twitter as well as Instagram): Not as insightful as the other two frameworks but does give context and a way for interaction, commentary, and exposition on a given plot. Visual. Probable homage to Together With Me, one of the first spicy BLs starring our kings, MaxTul.
Episode 1
Framework: Voiceover
Title: What’s Your Role in a Bar?
Narrator: Mew
Visual Moment: Yellow title cards listing everyone’s “roles” as well as the month and days of the week in episode one (homage to SKAM Norway? Open to thoughts on this)
End Credit Shot: Mew sitting on the floor in front of his fish tank
Episode 2
Framework: Talking Heads
Title: M.F.M. My Favorite Man
Narrator: Everyone
Visual Moment: The talking heads scenes
End Credit Shot: Ray driving
Episode 3
Framework: Social Media (Twitter and Instagram)
Title: What Am I to You?
Narrator: Nick and Boston
Audible Moment: Nick listening to the TopBoston sex audio
End Credit Shot: Nick listening to TopBoston sex audio
Episode 4
Framework: Voiceover
Title: Emergency Contact
Narrator: Ray
Visual Moment: The flashback of RayMew is in 4:3 ratio; meaning it looks like recorded footage versus a memory
End Credit Shot: Ray driving (repeat from episode 2)
Episode 5:
Framework: Voiceover
Title: The Extra Hour
Narrator: Sand
Visual Moment: Intro and Outro are animated; black and white (made me think of the Take on Me MV by A-ha but I’m open to suggestions on what this might be referring to)
End Credit Shot: Sand driving his motorcycle
Episode 6:
Framework: None
Title: Happy Fucking Birthday
Narrator: None
Audible Moment: Ray listens to the TopBoston sex audio; Mew plays the TopBoston sex audio for Top
Visual Moment: Top draws Mew sleeping/gives Mew a book of drawings he did of Mew
End Credit Shot: Top in his bathtub alone looking angsty
Episode 7:
Framework: None
Title: After Effect
Narrator: None
Visual Moment: Mew setting the drawing on fire; Boston's sex tape
End Credit Shot: Mew sitting on the floor in front of his fish tank (repeat from episode 1)
Discussion: Have we moved away from the use of narrative frameworks? The last two episodes haven't had one. Is it because everyone is saying the quiet parts out loud? Is it because we're no longer only seeing what they want us to see or want each other to see? Is it because the characters have stopped lying to themselves and each other?
The use of the narrative frameworks was so fascinating to me as a story telling device and that it was used for about half the show feels important so the lack of them is jarring (on purpose?). DISCUSS!
If anyone can think of anything else to add, please let me know! If you would like to be tagged in this post or any other meta, let me know and I’ll add you.
Tagging the Ephemerality Squad: @lurkingshan, @waitmyturtles, @wen-kexing-apologist, @chickenstrangers, @ranchthoughts, @twig-tea, @clara-maybe-ontheroad, @distant-screaming
Apologies to anyone I forgot!
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Hammond B3 Organ Cistern
Gabrielle Calvocoressi (1974- ), Published 2018 (as far as I can tell)
The days I don’t want to kill myself
are extraordinary. Deep bass. All the people
in the streets waiting for their high fives
and leaping, I mean leaping,
when they see me. I am the sun-filled
god of love. Or at least an optimistic
under-secretary. There should be a word for it.
The days you wake up and do not want
to slit your throat. Money in the bank.
Enough for an iced green tea every weekday
and Saturday and Sunday! It’s like being
in the armpit of a Hammond B3 organ.
Just reeks of gratitude and funk.
The funk of ages. I am not going to ruin
my love’s life today. It’s like the time I said yes
to gray sneakers but then the salesman said
Wait. And there, out of the back room,
like the bakery’s first biscuits: bright-blue kicks.
Iridescent. Like a scarab! Oh, who am I kidding,
it was nothing like a scarab! It was like
bright. blue. fucking. sneakers! I did not
want to die that day. Oh, my God.
Why don’t we talk about it? How good it feels.
And if you don’t know then you’re lucky
but also you poor thing. Bring the band out on the stoop.
Let the whole neighborhood hear. Come on, Everybody.
Say it with me nice and slow
no pills no cliff no brains onthe floor
Bring the bass back. no rope no hose not today, Satan.
Every day I wake up with my good fortune
and news of my demise. Don’t keep it from me.
Why don’t we have a name for it?
Bring the bass back. Bring the band out on the stoop.
Hallelujah!
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Hammond B3 Organ Cistern
By Gabrielle Calvocoressi
The days I don’t want to kill myself
are extraordinary. Deep bass. All the people
in the streets waiting for their high fives
and leaping, I mean leaping,
when they see me. I am the sun-filled
god of love. Or at least an optimistic
under-secretary. There should be a word for it.
The days you wake up and do not want
to slit your throat. Money in the bank.
Enough for an iced green tea every weekday
and Saturday and Sunday! It’s like being
in the armpit of a Hammond B3 organ.
Just reeks of gratitude and funk.
The funk of ages. I am not going to ruin
my love’s life today. It’s like the time I said yes
to gray sneakers but then the salesman said
Wait. And there, out of the back room,
like the bakery’s first biscuits: bright-blue kicks.
Iridescent. Like a scarab! Oh, who am I kidding,
it was nothing like a scarab! It was like
bright. blue. fucking. sneakers! I did not
want to die that day. Oh, my God.
Why don’t we talk about it? How good it feels.
And if you don’t know then you’re lucky
but also you poor thing. Bring the band out on the stoop.
Let the whole neighborhood hear. Come on, Everybody.
Say it with me nice and slow
no pills no cliff no brains onthe floor
Bring the bass back. no rope no hose not today, Satan.
Every day I wake up with my good fortune
and news of my demise. Don’t keep it from me.
Why don’t we have a name for it?
Bring the bass back. Bring the band out on the stoop.
Hallelujah!
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I am a normal roommate. I will not weep for Che n the evils of the CIA on the living room floor for hours n spray paint commie messaging onthe walls
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silver i jus wanna say 👉👈 merry christmas 👉👈 and that i have so much luv for you and your blog and all your work 👉👈 i am always reading and resonating and i admire how much care you put into your work and what you enjoy and it's easy to see your passion when i read it 👉👈 🥺i have followed for a couple years now and you were like 👉👈 the first blog i followed when i got into marvel and marvel fic content 🥺👉👈 n i have loved seeing you online every day ever since i did first follow u like thas genuinely making me emotional 👉👈🥺🥺🥺your presence matters and has genuinely reached me as a person and had an abundantly positive impact in my day to day and on me as a person i have embraced so much more about myself and been gentler to myself about who i like and what i like and i just 🥺👉👈 mushy stuff 👉👈🥺 making me frow up👉👈🥺🥺 but i luv u🥺 i could not imagine ever enjoying this hellsite without you 👉👈🥺 merry christmas and happy holidays if you celebrate silver, and if you don't i really hope you have a great rest of the year and an even better new year 👉👈🥺 okay ill see myself out now 🥺👉👈 luv u 👉👈🥺 forehead kith under da mistletoe(or just forehead kith if u dont do mistletoe) 🥺(consensual)
this made me scream and cry and roll around onthe floor and scream and cry more stooOOPPPPPPPP I LUV UUUUUUUU ALL THE KITHES FOR U
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the trigger performance....i am weeping. crying face down onthe floor
LITERALLY im just.. i wanna hug all of them so bad what the hell like i don't even LIKE tenn but i still teared up
also can i just say. it was a little?? disturbing???? how visibly calm riku was about the whole thing
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what’s your bio quote from? i really like it
I really like it too!! it's the opening to a poem called Hammond B3 Organ Cistern by Gabrielle Calvocoressi
The days I don’t want to kill myself
are extraordinary. Deep bass. All the people
in the streets waiting for their high fives
and leaping, I mean leaping,
when they see me. I am the sun-filled
god of love. Or at least an optimistic
under-secretary. There should be a word for it.
The days you wake up and do not want
to slit your throat. Money in the bank.
Enough for an iced green tea every weekday
and Saturday and Sunday! It’s like being
in the armpit of a Hammond B3 organ.
Just reeks of gratitude and funk.
The funk of ages. I am not going to ruin
my love’s life today. It’s like the time I said yes
to gray sneakers but then the salesman said
Wait. And there, out of the back room,
like the bakery’s first biscuits: bright-blue kicks.
Iridescent. Like a scarab! Oh, who am I kidding,
it was nothing like a scarab! It was like
bright. blue. fucking. sneakers! I did not
want to die that day. Oh, my God.
Why don’t we talk about it? How good it feels.
And if you don’t know then you’re lucky
but also you poor thing. Bring the band out on the stoop.
Let the whole neighborhood hear. Come on, Everybody.
Say it with me nice and slow
no pills no cliff no brains onthe floor
Bring the bass back. no rope no hose not today, Satan.
Every day I wake up with my good fortune
and news of my demise. Don’t keep it from me.
Why don’t we have a name for it?
Bring the bass back. Bring the band out on the stoop.
Hallelujah!
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and like the thing is i know myself and it won’t stop. not until at LEAST sunday. and then i’ll find a way to convince myself to sunday night too. tell myself it’s fina cause monday is only a half day and i have off the whole week. but then hat? do i drink every night of the week? that will put me back right where i started.
last night i finally finished the book i bought to bring with me to detox last year. i was worse than i ever want to be again then. to the point that’s topping drinking was a legitimate danger to my life. i never want that to be my life again. but despite that i still play with the idea. a less intense version of it. while i try to reclaim whatever freedom it was i felt in those early days getting drunk onthe futon on the floor of the spare room i was living in for the summer. i know whateve right decide tonight won’t make or break me. but i feel like this is a chance for me to change. i wnat o change. i’ve done so much to try to change. but fact is none of that’s tops me from wanting to get drunk tonight. o coudk read my book drunk! o think as of i wouldn’t jjst immediatly start crying at the contents of the book i am currently reading if i was drunk if i coudk even really focus on it long enough to cry. there’s soemthing there in tne hosue w me when i drink. me and the liquor. i’m not alone. and i wnat that. it’s so stupid. because right now the last thing i wanna do is go out into the dark at 5pm when i jist got home from work. but also that’s exactly what i wanna do if i means i coke home with alcohol. i dotn know. i dotn fucjing know nd
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anytime i see people liking tame impala or fall out boy i go crazy. people who like tame impala and fall out boy i am kissing you and biting you and rolling onthe floor i love oyu
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Hammond B3 Organ Cistern
by Gabrielle Calvocoressi
The days I don’t want to kill myself
are extraordinary. Deep bass. All the people
in the streets waiting for their high fives
and leaping, I mean leaping,
when they see me. I am the sun-filled
god of love. Or at least an optimistic
under-secretary. There should be a word for it.
The days you wake up and do not want
to slit your throat. Money in the bank.
Enough for an iced green tea every weekday
and Saturday and Sunday! It’s like being
in the armpit of a Hammond B3 organ.
Just reeks of gratitude and funk.
The funk of ages. I am not going to ruin
my love’s life today. It’s like the time I said yes
to gray sneakers but then the salesman said
Wait. And there, out of the back room,
like the bakery’s first biscuits: bright-blue kicks.
Iridescent. Like a scarab! Oh, who am I kidding,
it was nothing like a scarab! It was like
bright. blue. fucking. sneakers! I did not
want to die that day. Oh, my God.
Why don’t we talk about it? How good it feels.
And if you don’t know then you’re lucky
but also you poor thing. Bring the band out on the stoop.
Let the whole neighborhood hear. Come on, Everybody.
Say it with me nice and slow
no pills no cliff no brains onthe floor
Bring the bass back. no rope no hose not today, Satan.
Every day I wake up with my good fortune
and news of my demise. Don’t keep it from me.
Why don’t we have a name for it?
Bring the bass back. Bring the band out on the stoop.
Hallelujah!
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onthe subject of cloaker i think he wins the award for character that i am the least normal about. like apart from canonically defying the laws of physics he is just a normal human guy . despite this theres a rich mythos of “cloaker has something seriously wrong with him and i don’t just mean that he’s a cop” in my brain. arcade and i talked about him eating stuff off the floor and making the worst food and drink concoctions imaginable once
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everything is getting worse and the world is getting faster and faster and im being left behind. i feel like i'm trapped in a room , the window is one way and no one can see me. the door is unlocked. i don't want to leave. i am lonely. i need to leave. i don't want to leave. im running out of time. my body is falling apart. my brain is pouring out of my ears. no one sees. i am lying onthe floor dying. no one sees. it is my fault. it doesn't matter. i can just get up and leave. i lay there and keep rotting instead. i'm cold. no one sees. outside, i hear people talking about how terrible it is. i'm tired. i dont like this. my chest hurts. i dont like this. i did not consent to this. i dont like this. i want to go. i dont want to do this anymore. why wont it stop already?
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onth floor I'm wirt from over the garden wall-- I dont know if this is allowed but I'm also looking for anyone from gravity falls? I have a crossover timeline where I remember going to gravity falls after the events in the unknown for a vacation for Greg and I.
I am also looking for Greg and Sara-!! But also the twins and anyone else from gravity falls. I'm fine with anyone at all interacting *except* the beast bc i already know mine and he makes me a bit uncomfortable
Please reblog this and I can dm my discord !!
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Excuse me while I'm having an out of body experience while listening to That Unwanted Animal (again)
Who said to that violin to go so freaking dangerously feral in the "you follow philosophies etc" PART?
HUH?
#the amazing devil#this part is pure chaos and all happens at once and i can't even describe in human words or emotions how it makes me feel#I'm onthe fucking floor#someone has to isolate the violin sound for me pls I'd give you my body and souls#i typed souls like I'm some kind of ancient god or sth haha#am not#iydckg#please someone contact the violinist i need to see sth#every tad song that has a violin crying like a vengeful ghost is my favorite#it's not just the bloody violin it's the war cries and Mad's screaming that sounds like sharp butter (!)#oh gods#semd help I'm not okay#qhy is it so erotically haunting? what's going on#when will i stop? i won't#I'm sweating and it's 39°#not helping guys
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