ok but i lowkey genuinely dont know how to act right now. i've never had a different government in my life. like i actually cannot process that someone else is going to be leading the country. that's a thing that can happen??? a new prime minister?? A WHOLE NEW PARTY????? it's not something i can wrap my mind around.
Hungary finally got rid of its fucking corrupt government after 16 years. I have no idea about the video quality but there is a techno party in front of the parliament with fire show and I'm happy and drunk AF.
i can’t believe i’ve been around long enough to even say this but i feel like some people aren’t old enough to realize just how important the way general wicked press played out by the cast + crew along with the films themselves are to the general sapphic community.. or the parts of our community that care about media, at least
and you can call this absurd all you want, but you won’t be able to convince me that something as big as fucking WICKED being promoted—and literally shot as—a love story between two women, downplaying the role of the male love interest, with jon chu fighting universal tooth and nail to keep integral, and some of the gayest, scenes and moments between glinda and elphaba, and having the co-lead, who just so happens to one of the biggest pop stars in the world, calling glinda a lesbian on social media every chance she gets while trying her best to sneak glinda’s queerness into conversations despite the obvious gag order is not a HUGE thing
not in my world.
not in the world that’s lived through clexa, swanqueen, supercorp, the abrupt dismissal of primetime television’s first and longest running lesbian (arizona robbins) just to be replaced with a gay man, and multiple canceled sapphic centered shows just within the last decade.
it’s not the pinnacle of sapphic media by ANY means—it’s not even allowed to be explicitly canon or talked about—but if you have even a sliver of knowledge about the historical treatment of sapphic media then you know that this was a big deal for us.
we get a sliver of smth good for ONCE and yet it’s downplayed, its actresses dragged through a misogynistic and racist smear campaign while the men of an underground gay show get uplifted and receive endless praise by the general public but what’s new
one time when i was specializing in whales a guy came in and asked where the whales were right that instant (southern resident killer whales could be anywhere between alaska and california at any given moment) and as soon as i started explaining that he loudly interrupted "I'LL GO ASK A MAN" and stormed off to one of my employees and from a distance i watched him ask the same question and then the employee point back at me.
so i wrote a thing about mrs danvers and beatrice because they have had me in a chokehold for coming up three years :) it's called 'the dark keeps us safe' and you can find it here
it's an ich pov of different ways she could discover mrs danvers' first because beatrice calls her that (and also an extra beatrice pov for two of them). a walk around manderley at night, a birthday wish in the library, another emotional moment in the library, and a love letter in the morning room
i've put a snip of the birthday wish under here :)
Before Bee could finish her sentence, before I had good and well processed her words, she had been cut off by Mrs Danvers’ hand, clamped over her mouth. It had happened so swiftly she had to stabilize herself, putting her hands on Mrs Danvers’ waist.
I was speechless, too. Never would I have expected Mrs Danvers to act in such a way, so human-like. Like any school-girl would, had a friend been on the verge of spilling her deepest secret. Like if a classmate were to tell the boy you fancied about your affection for him.
I was so utterly confused, but Beatrice sounded relieved. I saw her move her hands to Mrs Danvers’ cheeks. “There you are.”
Mrs Danvers let her head fall back against the library door, turned it to the side. It was not a smile, per se, but I could see her frown disappear, could see the corners of her mouth turn up slightly. “Please just get this over with, Bea,” she said, looking her in the eye.
This whole encounter was so strange. I did realize in that moment, for the first time in all these months, that they must have known each other for many, many years, long before I ever arrived at Manderley, and that they must have an extensive history of shared memories. Of Rebecca, of Maxim, of the staff and the grounds and the dogs and the rooms and the parties and th—
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
record turnout for sure. here's some pics i stole from facebook:
the tail end of the crowd only started marching around the time the first part got to the end goal. i can't stress how fucking massive the crowd was. the perfect example of "they can't arrest all of us"; the police didn't even try. no incidents, but we all had an awesome day. 🥰🥰🥰
