Genericfangirl57 - Why Am I Here

An Artist 👌🏻

how much do you think it frustrates the Joker that a man in a bat costume punching a clown should be the funniest thing in existence but everyone in Gotham has decided to take it seriously

“maybe, in another world, you’re just two boys tangled up in plaid sheets.

your armor is his worn sweatshirt, threadbare in all the right places. your helmet: his knit cap, the one you pull off of his head whenever he least expects it.

your hands aren’t meant to hold a weapon, not anymore. they tangle in his hair instead, intricate braids woven on lazy sunday afternoons, framing his face and falling gracefully over his shoulders.

somewhere in your mind, there’s the memory of waves slapping against rocks, loud and aggressive, a call to war that dragged you away from everything that had ever felt safe. the sounds here are softer. birds find a home outside your window, and their songs align with the sound of his steady breathing beside you each morning.

the room you share smells like coffee and hair conditioner, and feels more like home than anywhere else ever has. his clothes smell like him, and he never minds when you wear them.

the blood that once rushed in your ears and seized your heart in violent stutters is nothing more than the shower running now, every morning at the same time. sometimes you’ll join him, and other times you’ll lie in bed, listening to him sing until he wanders back to you. his damp hair is always wrapped in a towel on top of his head, and you both laugh.

in fact, there isn’t any blood here at all, just empty soda cans on your dresser, and a teapot sitting on the stove. he always puts fig leaves in his tea, and the notion stirs something in your heart that you can’t name.

he’s different here too. you’d love him in every universe, but his eyes never lose their brightness anymore. his hands hold yours without shaking, gentle and soft, and you can’t help thinking that this is how he was always meant to be. he never trembles in his sleep, and there’s a peacefulness to his face that never falters.

you aren’t afraid of losing him here. that’s the best part, isn’t it? he is a constant. achilles, achilles, achilles. you never feel like the ground is falling out from under your feet, and you’re never struck with the realization that he won’t always be beside you. “we’ll have each other forever,” he promises you, and you believe him.

maybe, in another world, you’re just two boys who love each other, and there isn’t a war or a prophecy to separate you.

maybe, in another world, you wake up every morning to the feeling of his lips against yours.

maybe, in another world, you’re happy.”

         -dear patroclus, i promise you there’s a place where everything is okay // jc

when we try to befriend cats we mimic their meows and get down on the ground to their level and try to gently coax them to interact with us right

that horrifying entity mimicking human noises at us maybe just thinks we’re cool and wants to pet us?

oh! I have to tell you guys a great story one of my professors told me. So he has a friend who is involved in these Shakespeare outreach programs where they try to bring Shakespeare and live theatre to poor and underprivileged groups and teach them about English literature and performing arts and such. On one of their tours they stopped at a young offenders institute for women and they put on a performance of Romeo and Juliet for a group of 16-17 year old girls. It was all going really well and the girls were enjoying and laughing through the first half - because really, the first half is pretty much a comedy - but as the play went on, things started to get quiet. Real quiet. Then it got up to the suicide scene and mutterings broke out and all the girls were nudging each other and looking distressed, and as this teacher observed them, he realised - they didn’t know how the play ended. These girls had never been exposed to the story of Romeo and Juliet before, something which he thought was impossible given how ubiquitous it is in our culture. I mean, the prologue even gives the ending away, but of course it doesn’t specify exactly how the whole “take their life” thing goes down, so these poor girls had no idea what to expect and were sitting there clinging to hope that Romeo would maybe sit down for a damn minute instead of murdering Paris and chugging poison - but BAM he died and they all cried out - and then Juliet WOKE UP and they SCREAMED and by the end of the play they were so upset that a brawl nearly broke out, and that’s the story of how Shakespeare nearly started a riot at a juvenile detention centre

Enjoy some Classic StarWars Bloopers.

it’s really important that everyone read mallory ortberg’s sir gawain and the green knight parody

Heroes at Home

Feminist fantasy is funny sometimes in how much it wants to shit on femininity for no goddamned reason. Like the whole “skirts are tools of the patriarchy made to cripple women into immobility, breeches are much better” thing.

(Let’s get it straight: Most societies over history have defaulted to skirts for everyone because you don’t have to take anything off to relieve yourself, you just have to squat down or lift your skirts and go. The main advantage of bifurcated garments is they make it easier to ride horses. But Western men wear pants so women wearing pants has become ~the universal symbol of gender equality~)

The book I’m reading literally just had its medievalesque heroine declare that peasant women wear breeches to work in the field because “You can’t swing a scythe in a skirt!”

Hm yes story checks out

peasant women definitely never did farm labour in skirts

skirts definitely mean you’re weak and fragile and can’t accomplish anything

skirts are definitely bad and will keep you from truly living life

no skirts for anyone, that’s definitely the moral of the story here

Mystère à la Tour Eiffel: The French Lesbian Eiffel Tower Murder Mystery Period Costume Drama of Color in Which ZERO Lesbians Die that You’ve Been Waiting For

[with English subtitles here by the amazing sespursongles]

So I of course HAD to watch this myself to see if it was too good to be true.

It turns out, this movie was pretty much exactly what I was hoping it would be.

The murder mystery plot is funny and corny and surprising and  had a lot of twists and turns. The romance focuses on chemistry, intimacy, softness, and wooing. Two beautiful ladies in perfect gowns, hair, and makeup in gorgeous settings and lighting must somehow solve a murder mystery that has to do with the building of the Eiffel Tower, rescue each other from jail, asylums*, and many more mysterious dangers- all while casually flipping off the patriarchy so they can be together forever in eternal bliss.

The plot is basically this: Louise is a scandalously divorced woman, living with her father who coincidentally is one of the architects who helped design and construct the Eiffel Tower. After a shocking murder occurs there, a paramour foisted upon her by her father takes her on a date to a magic show where she meets the irresistibly beautiful and compelling Henriette. When Louise is framed for a second murder, Henriette offers her assistance in finding some answers before it’s too late.

It’s neither exploitatively sexual nor overly ambiguous “gals being pals.” It doesn’t take itself too seriously and it’s not trying to teach anyone a “moral lesson about [race/gender/sexuality]”; the way these aspects of the characters function in the narrative feels organic, empathetic, and relatable. You’re meant to identify with Louise and Henriette, rather than being invited to a voyeuristic display.

Overall, it’s fun, cute, awesome, and has some historical references involving detective work, architecture, psychiatry/psychology, magic and prestidigitation, and bowler hats. I’d recommend this to almost anyone, to be honest.

* slight spoilers after the cut but nothing big, with a few content notes

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