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"The Lucario artist did it again"
A proposal
Sometimes, in fandom, we just want to write id-tastic fic that rolls around in tropes that might be viewed as problematic. But we don’t want to address the problematic side of things in this particular fanwork; we just want to roll around and wallow.
It is considered courteous to give readers a heads-up via use of AO3 tags. I propose a tag that signals that a given fanwork is for rolling around, not giving a measured evaluation of anything. The MCU has carved out a space for this sort of fic with the “HYDRA Trash Party” tag, for which I commend them. Trash Party is a bit too specific to cover all of the ground I’m thinking of here, though; I propose “Dead Dove: Do Not Eat.”
For those of you not familiar with Arrested Development, Michael Bluth finds a paper bag in the freezer labeled “Dead Dove: Do Not Eat.” He opens the bag, finds a dead dove, and reacts as follows:
[gif of a white man saying “I don’t know what I expected” in a deadpan manner]
The “Dead Dove: Do Not Eat” tag would essentially be a “what it says on the tin” metatag, indicating “you see the tropes and concepts tagged here? they are going to appear in this fic. exactly as said. there will not necessarily be any subversion, authorial commentary condemning problematic aspects, or meditation on potential harm. this fic contains dead dove. if you proceed, you should expect to encounter it.”
(more at KnowYourMeme: http://knowyourmeme.com/memes/i-dont-know-what-i-expected)
WHOA WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS THE POST THAT SPAWNED DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT
Happy dead dove do not eat birthday!
They had not been seen together in the museum galleries for quite a while. Monet’s “Women with Umbrellas” are once again side by side in the Impressionist gallery.
AND THEN THEY LIVED HAPPILY EVER AFTER THE END!!!!
ok every time this post comes by i resist geeking out on it but NO LONGER so these women are probably the same woman and that woman is monet’s wife camille doncieux. he painted her a LOT. but fun fact: monet had this asshole friend named ernest hochede, and ernest racked up some debts, and like an asshole he basically just fled the country, leaving his wife alice and their six kiddos behind. monet immediately got alice and kids to move in with him, camille, and their two kids. at this point, monet, alice, and camille became my favorite probably historic poly threesome. they lived together, taking care of the kids. they were so poor that alice and camille took turns wearing the nice dress so they could go out with monet. when camille got uterine cancer and began dying, alice helped monet cope and took care of things while he painted camille over and over. when camille died, alice is the reason monet was able to survive. when ernest finally died, monet and alice married, and remained married until alice died. at that point, blanche, the oldest daughter, took care of monet until he died. anyway, the point is, the umbrella ladies are probably the same ladies, but as far as i’m concerned, there WAS a historically queer poly family in that household and they were wonderful.
this is a fucking joy
The entire range of human skin tones varies from so pale white that it's almost kind of blue, to so deep black that it's almost kind of blue, and I think that's beautiful. Do you love the colour of the guy.
Do i love the color of the guy? Yeah, he's blue, dabadee dabadai
Am i the only one who has never cried in my life while listening to दमलेल्या बाबाची ह्या कहाणी performance??
In Marathi, the word for unripe mango (कैरी, kairī) is feminine.
But the word for ripe mango (आंबा, āṅbā) is masculine.
Hmm.
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Does anyone else remember the 'sonu tula majhyavar bharosa nahi ka' era?? Just me? Okay then..
Marathi-language Punk Rock Band Alert!!
So a long time ago, I was lamenting the lack of punk/rock/goth music in Marathi right here on this very blog.
I took a spin around Bandcamp tonight though, and found a punk rock band that sings Marathi lyrics. They're called Shakti.
The twist?
THEY'RE BASED IN BARCELONA.
They released their first album this October, so I want to help promote a Marathi-language band!
Later, when I have time, I'm going to try and get in touch with the band to interview them on their use of Marathi (and maybe get them to publish the lyrics too!).
It pisses me off marathi movies and marathi literature don't have a big enough fandom.
I'm not saying just fans. I'm saying fandom culture with fanfics and fanart like how hollywood and other english media have.
also so much marathi media has queer undertones. there's so much potential for shipping and headcanons and fanfics.
so many interactions and descriptions in yugandhar by shiwaji sawant seem to have homoerotic subtext
narayan dharap's samarth series' two main characters live together and solve supernatural crimes with each other and kill for each other
so many movies of lakshmikant berde & ashok saraf & mahesh kothare & sachin pilgaonkar are chock-full of bromance and close male friendships; hell balache baap brahmachari had two men living together who find a baby on their doorstep, end up taking care of him as their own, and in the end seemingly want to raise one together
not to mention the amount of disguised and cross-dressings/drag and general gender fuckery that is going on
wives <3
I'm not really a fan of 'Protect the dolls' becoming the new media slogan for trans rights. 'Trans men are men trans women are women' had it problems absolutely, centering cis people for our validity and either leaving out or clumsy including nonbinary people with a slapped on 'nonbinary people are...also alive'. But I just watched some red carpet interviews and, while I don't give two shits what an actor I've never heard of from a show I don't watch things about me, I do find it interesting and a little concerning that the majority of people when asked what message they would give to the Trans community on Trans day of visibility just said protect the dolls or acknowledged their fashion, hair, makeup, music genre, ect won't exist without trans women. It feels like trans mascs are only seen as people designed to protect trans women and trans women only exist to be beautiful and fragile. When bathroom bans were first becoming really popular a few years ago I would see posts from white cis passing able bodied post op trans men in women's bathrooms to try and be some kind of got ya to conservatives completely ignoring how many trans men and mascs are harmed, assaulted, and killed by these laws. And I don't like the cis savior idea that trans women need cis people to protect them either. Idk I just think that like trans men need protection too, And trans women deserve love and respect even when they are not fabulous, And trans people don't need cis people to save us.
as a genderfluid person, it's weird how much you have to heal your relationship with both your masculine and feminine side.
growing up as an afab person it's insane how much i was encouraged to leave behind any sort of femininity. i was not actively forbidden but was certainly discouraged from showing emotions, being delicate, ‘feminine’; and was praised for being strong, athletic, ‘masculine’.
i was mocked for being sensitive. i was beat up when i cried. i was called a whore when i was experimenting with hairstyles. i was encouraged for being opinionated. i was praised when i remained stoic. i was lauded for being ‘not-like-other-girls’ and unique.
but just because my masculinity was accepted doesn't mean being masculine was – i was still scolded for being too rash and impulsive, i was still punished for cutting my hair too short or trying to shave my face, i was lectured for not wearing dresses and not liking make-up and for seemingly emulating a masculinity that was not mine.
and to accept myself as genderfluid meant i had to accept both my masculine and feminine sides once again, and to accept that i was not society's depictions of my selves but my own person, and that neither masculinity nor femininity is in itself abhorrent or undesirable.
I knew It was over for me once I realized I could escape situations by thinking of fictional gay sex
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