R.I.P Kate O’Mara (A.K.A The Rani)
Yet another great legend gone to the great TARDIS in the sky
OKAY SO I HAVE A MAJOR EMERGENCY ON MY HANDS!!
Well not me exactly, but a pal of mine.
My buddy Rhaeme has been having a really tough time, lately.
He’s been needing a car badly to get to where he’s going, and he…
Although I have to point out that there was a piece of speculative science fiction called The Blazing World published by one Margaret Cavendish, Duchess of Newcastle-upon-Tyne in 1666, slightly predating Mary Shelley.
Which is still written by a woman.
He goes to sleep with the imprint of roses stained into his mind: white lipped and brushed with the barest tinge of salmon, flourishing across the backdrop of deep green, thorn freckled bushes.
He wakes with the imprint of said thorns pressed into the lines of his fingers, little circles trailing along the spiderweb scars. He raises a hand and stares at it, sunlight intercepting the digits. Stares for a while, waits for his thoughts to come home — dragging themselves out of bed and trudging forward — and eventually he comes to the conclusion.
The scars, indented the the peaks of thorns, create the rails of the tracks: thick, corse metal impaled with rusting nails. He stares on for a while more, settling within the white-noise his thoughts, and the empty room around him, create. Then begins to snip at them.
Slice off the ends, disregard sleep induced conclusions, buries them underneath his pillows and in the slivers of the sheets and prays that nobody ever looks there.
But that doesn’t stop him from staring out at the train stations from highways as he peels past them a few hours later: roses reemerging from somewhere in his mind. White lipped and barely blushing, all grins and shaky hands.
Clipped thoughts pooling in his lap as he presses his foot to the gas. Crescent shaped translucent little smirks and drawling hand writing.
you know what i always thought was kinda neat
when gay couples raise children and you have to pick something other than dad or mom for the kid to call you
because obviously dad and dad or mom and mom is rly confusing for all parties
can i make my future kids call me something really cool and my wife can be “mom”
can i be like megatron
"mommy’s busy go ask megatron"
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But really can you imagine how much fun Harry would have had with an animagus as a father? James giving little five year old Harry stag-rides on his back prancing along in the backyard, James going to “mow the lawn” and then Harry looks out his window…
i have an idea for teen wolf fans though what if they do kill allison and we just do what the avengers fandom did with agent coulson and just act like it never happened
we tweet jeff davis saying we can’t wait to see allison back in action next season
we emulate sterek fans in…
These are my extremely quick “fan” made designs for the upcoming Disney movie “Moana”.
Stop. There is a reason why “fan” is in quotations.
I am not a fan. I am full of dread. Disney is about to tackle a Polynesian princess and that terrifies me.
For one, I am so angry at all of the fanmade designs I have seen. The sexy stereotyped Polynesian designs that somehow condenses hundreds of different cultures into a tube top and a a ti-leaf skirt.
Do you have any idea how offensive that is. That would be like making Mulan and saying “Hey she’s Asian, let’s throw her in a yukata”. Do you know how offensive it is that people think that Polynesian is a singular race? Hint: Massively.
I picked four cultures out of the vastness of Polynesia and each design is clearly different from the next. Each design is 100% endemic to the culture it is from, and it’s not even the tip of the iceberg.
We are not a homogenized area of the world. We have different languages, traditions, and ways of life. We are not all the same. We are not coconut bras and grass skirts. We never needed compasses. We are celestial navigators - it hasn’t died out. We journeyed across the Pacific using the stars and waves to guide us. We perfected aquaculture and sustainable living. Our heritages are rich and varied and beautiful.
We are not a tube top and a ti-leaf skirt. We are not an indistinguishable fabric swathed on brown bodies with random flowers in our hair. Stop fetishizing us! You have the internet at your discretion, and this is the best you can come up with?
Secondly, the fact that Moana will be dealing with mythology in Polynesia makes me want to crumple up and cry. It angers me to no end that people keep playing fast and loose with things they think are obsolete. Most of us still believe in our Gods (myself included). My family has a heiau, as recent as one generation ago my family has stories of conversing with Gods. Yet, people act like it’s fair game. Last I checked if anyone made retcons to the undead carpenter millions threw a shitfit, but because we are a marginalized people our beliefs are not allowed some respect?
It makes me angry and I won’t apologize for it. It makes me angry that when I call out other minorities for falsely portraying or marginalizing my culture (and the cultures of my fellow Polynesians) I get the “well I’m a minority too so I’m excused”. That is the worst offense, when people who should know better still treat you like an obsolete toy to be bandied about as characters.
We are indigenous people and we deserve respect. We deserve for people to care about our culture. For people to be afraid that the nightmare which created whitewashed Pocahontas might happen to us. If you call yourself an ally, or self-aware, I demand that you fear for us. I beg that you question what may happen in the wake of what Disney has been spewing out. Don’t be part of the base that turns Moana into nothing more than a token.
We were too young to stop Pocahontas from being made. We are not too young to afflict a change and prevent it from happening again. Signal boost my words, or write your own. Do something. Don’t let a movie go out across the world that could damage those that have already taken heavy hits. Don’t be compliant, don’t be silent. Don’t DO that I beg you. I am begging you on my knees, I grovel to you.
Don’t condense our cultures to an easy stereotype. Don’t let our stories become distorted for entertainment. Fight for good writing, fight for good designs. Fight for a movie you would be proud to watch. Give us something more than a rebellious teen who is Polynesian simply because they say she is.
Please. Please. With all my heart, a’ohe hana nui ka alu’ia. No task is too big when done together.
good to know.