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a moment of silence for nicole beharie, stana katic, katie cassidy and all the other ‘leading ladies’ who got screwed over by the network/showrunners

So you've been with my former lover AND my son? 😂

I'm dying laughing at this!

“I’m sure we’re gonna laugh ourselves sick about all this one day.”

—“You have endured an ordeal few can even imagine.” —“Except you.”

Fuck the Text

I’m probably going to post more about this tomorrow when my brain is functioning and not awash in cortisol, I think (maybe), but:

FUCK THE TEXT.

These stories? They aren’t theirs.

These stories are ours.

Canon matters, of course. What is mainstream and sanctioned and given money and airtime matters. And it deserves criticism. A lot of it.

But it isn’t the story. Canon–the text (of a novel, a TV series, a movie, a play, a comic series, etc.)–is just one version of a story. There are infinite others. There are better and worse versions, but this isn’t church doctrine. There’s no “right” version that’s going to get you into heaven and gain the favor of God, and what we get handed in the text–stories told by other people–has no special value as to its rightness.

Its impact is a different matter. We all, as fans, don’t get to film and broadcast and make money off of our versions of Abbie Mills or Sleepy Hollow. We don’t get to fix shitty, oppressive media representation. We don’t get to broadcast a better, truer, more just, more progressive narrative.

But we don’t have to accept what we’re given in terms of the stories themselves. We don’t have to accept the dry, gray, cold meatloaf we’ve been served for dinner is the best dinner possible. Or the only dinner possible. We don’t have to accept what others tell us–try to force us–to accept about stories.

Including what the “right” or “true” story is.

FUCK THE TEXT.

Thank you Ichabod for articulating what’s so evident to us viewers. It’s like they’re literally making the case for this ship.

There’s an all-new episode of Sleepy Hollow tomorrow! Reblog if you’re ready.

You know, I had the most bizarre dream last night. It involved me dying. I won’t bore you with the details–at least, the ones I can remember–but it was something about Pandora and Betsy Ross, and I don’t even know what. And I even went out with some bullshit line, which I can’t quite remember, but kind of implied that my entire existence was about Crane, which, like, I love the guy and all, but I have my own life. WTF, subconscious??

But I woke up, and Crane was in the kitchen complaining about “Why is the recommended serving size upon the package of this frozen pizza a fifth of the pizza when the pizza is a rectangular shape and will obviously not be cut into an odd number of segments?!” and I knew everything was fine.  

Dreams, amirite?

–Abbie

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SLEEPY HOLLOW | A Pleasure from “Dawn’s Early Light" 

the reason this one feels different is because abbie had one trait that none of the others had. she was the hero of the story.

even if you don’t think there’s a vile strain of homophobia running through the industry at the moment, whether or not you believe women of color are woefully underrepresented on tv, no matter what your feelings about about misogyny as a motivator for people’s actions, you cannot deny a crap load of women have died on tv lately.

but abbie’s different, because she was the hero of the story and the story ends when the hero dies.

and for a show to kill its hero and go on without her, what they’re really telling people is she was never really the hero. it literally doesn’t matter why they did it. it just does. not. matter. because they’ve told us now that in the story they’re telling, abbie was so unimportant that they could do without her.

fuck you, sleepy hollow.