has anyone gifsetted the roof scene in may december yet or do i need to post the transcript i diligently wrote down in my notes app on the plane today. because one way or another you all are GOING to hear about this.
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fashion brand company sells this dress printed with dr evil's monologue from when hes talking to the therapist and its great. i mean its a really swell piece and certainly a personally coveted one. but every time i see it im struck with the desire to own an item of clothing emblazoned with the full text of the ginger ale scene from 2008 11-dollar budget student film eagles are turning people into horses (available in its entirety on youtube) . but the thing about 2008 11-dollar budget student film eagles are turning people into horses directed by brian mcelhaney and filmed over the course of just 48 hours is its not a cultural staple. nobody thinks oh lets sit down and watch a movie and searches up that film about eagles who turn people into horses on youtube. yet another example of societys pure hostility towards envelope-pushing art
“you have such. an annoying. laugh. what is so goddamn funny that it causes you to create that sound my GOD woman you sound like an overweight. whale. with THROAT CANCER. everybody hates you! (i hate you) he hates you SO! MUCH. (hey hannah did you take my ginger ale) did you do it. (DID YOU TAKE MY GINGER ALE) DID YOU TAKE IT HANNAH WE KNOW YOU DID (OH YEAH CAUSE I HAVE A LOT OF THINGS NO I DONT HANNAH!! I GOT GINGER ALE. I HAD GINGER ALE. AND THEN YOU DRANK IT.) you like to walk around and youd steal a drink and then you go. hm this is a tasty drink i do enjoy this! ha ha ha! oh wait no thats not how you sound HUORK HUORK HUORK (DID YOU TAKE MY GINGER ALE) HOW CAN YOU LOOK AT ME LIKE THIS WHEN YOU WHEN YOU LAUGH LIKE THAT AND YOU TAKE HIS GINGER ALE AND YOU GO AROUND MARCHING FROM STATE TO STATE IN YOUR LITTLE TROTTY CAR—(DID YOU TAKE MY GINGER ALE???? HANNAH??????)—YOU SIT IN YOUR FUCKING TOWER AND YOU LOOK DOWN ON THOSE BEVERAGES WHICH ARENT YOURS AND YOU SAY I WILL HAVE THAT! THANK YOU MUCHLY! (NOBODY ELSE DRINKS IT!!!!) I AM GOING TO SHOVE MY FINGER INTO YOUR EYE DO YOU KNOW THIS!!!!!!!!!!!!!” okay now imagine this on a dress
it’s very easy to tell the good satires and pastiches from the bad ones because the bad ones are too afraid to live within the form. like if you are doing work with fairy tales and you are refusing to look closer at the underlying logic and unspoken rules of what can seem at first to be a senseless form, you are not going to create meaningful work. to borrow a turn of phrase originally used by maria tatar, if you refuse to enter “the house of fairy tale” as anything more than a gawking tourist, you will miss the particular order to the way the table is set, the rooms that are locked vs the rooms that are simply difficult to enter, the set of the floorboards and the position of the furniture. whatever you build will then be a gilded imitation of how you believe the house of fairy tale ought to look, the table set according to your educated specifications and every door open. there can be no interrogation of themes from a writer who views the form as beneath them!
as this has taken off considerably, which i did not anticipate, i would like to clarify that the understanding of the form i speak of here is distinct from “love of the work”. to postulate that good satire must emerge from a place of personal love for what it is satirical of, for example, is a perspective that blatantly ignores the history and intent of satire. i don’t think catch-22 works as a novel because joseph heller loved military bureaucracy, it works because (among other things) the continuous use of paradox as a stylistic tool reflects heller’s own experiences encountering the absurdity of military logic.
in the context of fairy tales, lack of emotional attachment is not the problem. i believe the problem is a generally condescending and distinctly literary attitude around a form that often rejects literary structure, frequently coming out of a history of oral storytelling specifically among poor communities, which is altered through telling, and later through collecting, and later still through rewriting in an attempt at pedagogy (to say nothing of the précieuses). many attempts to reimagine, satirize, or pastiche fairy tales seem to me to fail because they are not approaching the medium of “fairy tale” as a legitimate medium on its own. people who love fairy tales do this, too, and i do not think presuming emotion is a solid base for any kind of artistic criticism. it does not matter if you like fairy tales. you just have to be able to pick them apart and understand how they work.
tl;dr satire does not require love to be good, and i made this post because i fucking love the musical into the woods and you can watch the complete obc proshot (with generally accurate closed captioning) here
breaking my silence on chess the musical to say that i would literally not give a fuck about this show if i thought it was good or fully successful at what it is saying. SORRY! i love how messy she is. i love how since 1984 and continuing to this very day people with entirely different perceptions of and opinions on the musical have attempted in their own ways to "make it good" by creating all these different versions with like notably different plots, characterization, and song order, and i love how fucking bad the vast majority of these are despite it all. i hope people keep trying to fix chess the musical forever and until the end of time. i hope no one ever figures it out. i want every currently living theatre director in existence to make their own version and for all these versions to come out on broadway at the same time, making that year's musical season entirely comprised of various different versions of the cold war chess musical by tim rice and half of abba. i want not only our greatest minds but also our middlest-of-the-road and worst minds to come up with their own conclusions as to why chess does not entirely work in its original form or any subsequent forms like to really think about it and yes i do want someone to dedicate their entire life to perfecting chess by releasing version after version after version until they die peacefully but still, as always, in the grips of obsession. i want marriages to be broken up. i want mental states to be shattered. i dream of this world
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#theres a chess the musical???? #and it wasnt spawned by dumb investors trying to capitalise off of queens gambit??? #op i am so intrigued #i am lying on my bed kicking my legs like youve told me the juiciest middle school gossip #I NEED TO KNOW MORE
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so do you remember the cold war? okay. do you understand the concept of a proxy war? okay. are you familiar with swedish supergroup abba or AT LEAST the two b’s in abba? okay. so what i need from you now is i need you to imagine two really terrible men
trying to figure out like who all in riverdale read homestuck. like besides jughead (obviously). ethel was peripherally involved in the tumblr fandom back in the day like she was not a big name fan but by god she was there. she shipped nepkat as a tween & personally i think calliope was a big moment for her ... cheryl deeply empathized with rose for gothic mansion strained parent-child relationship reasons and was on those forums defending vriska's honor like it was life or death. what do you think the spider brooch was meant to represent. toni. hiram. definitely donna but she will deny everything. i dont fucking know ... mr honey. send post
reading the wikipedia page about lolcats and nodding my head every now and again in the manner of a scholar
they literally have theology
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A section of aforementioned Wikipedia page. It says, “‘Ceiling Cat’ and the corresponding ‘Basement Cat’ (a black cat who lives in the basement) represent good and evil in the lolcat universe, and is some cases God and Satan, as in the LOLCat Bible Translation Project. [1] [32]”
“Black cat”, “LOLCat Bible Translation Project”, and the two pictured footnotes, are all blue, which indicates a link.
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realizing i read it by stephen king the same year riverdale started and i was like twelve years old for both of these things. genuinely never had a chance to even begin to be normal i was (badly) discussing structures of violence inherent to the shape of childhood as a tween and also navigating middle school and getting braces and being the only lesbian i knew and trying not to be autistic … that makes so much sense when its all laid out like that in terms of who i would eventually become. oh my god
wait when exactly did i read lolita. i need a bulletin board and some red string im abt to uncover the source of literally everything about me hold ON
all these new souls talking abt the endless void nobody tell them the endless void is finite … nobody tell them there is a fixed point where all the real stuff drops off and everything after that is basically for tourists
i know this guy who went free falling in the endless void so i was like okay better find someone else to drive me places i guess then after the natural birth and death of at least eight universes i find him on instagram and im like i thought you were in the endless void and he was like i mean yeah i was but it sort of ended like it was obvious that the void of the thing was over basically. so i left. lives in toronto now
imagine being reggie. you help this guy who has had many a gay experience in various timelines finally realize hes bisexual for real and then the following year hes like yeah thanks. for that. im going to date all of my friends except you. now


![ROOF CONVERSATION IN MAY DECEMBER. JOE: I feel like everything’s so fucked up. CHARLIE: It’s not, Dad. It’s all right. JOE: I just want you to have a good life. CHARLIE: I will. JOE: Because…because…bad things, they happen. And…we do bad things also. And we have to think…about those things. If we try not to think about it, there’s this…[gestures, grabby motions around his heart, but cannot grasp words] Do you know what I mean? CHARLIE: Yeah, I know, Dad. JOE: God, I can’t tell if we’re connecting, or if I’m creating a bad memory for you in real time, but I can’t help it. CHARLIE: No, we’re connecting, Dad. It’s okay. It’s okay. Don’t worry about me. JOE: It’s all I do.](https://64.media.tumblr.com/2a54b02ad5a06e43d5fbb1e67259bbce/7c655296b30dbb1c-07/s640x960/a7c983f14b25e0eec0b358dc789787a98f66a821.jpg)



