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- From “Queer and Now” by Eve Kosofsky Sedgwick, from page 3 of her essay collection Tendencies
[IMAGE ID: Screenshots of a text saying:
I think that for many of us in childhood the ability to attach intently to a few cultural objects, objects of high or popular culture or both, objects whose meaning seemed mysterious, excessive, or oblique in relation to the codes most readily available to use, became a prime resource for survival.
We need for there to be sites where the meanings didn’t line up tidily with each other, and we learned to invest those sites with fascination and love. This can’t help coloring the adult relation to cultural texts and objects; in fact, it’s almost hard for me to imagine another way of coming to care enough about literature to give a lifetime to it.
The demands on both text and the reader from so intent an attachment can be multiple, even paradoxical. For me, a kind of formalism, a visceral near-identification with the writing I cared for, at level of sentence structure, metrical pattern, rhyme, was one of trying to appropriate what seemed the numinous and resistant power of the chosen objects.
Education made it easy to accumulate tools for this particular formalist project, because the texts that magnetized me happened to be novels and poems; it’s impressed me deeply the way others of my generation and since seem to have invented for themselves, in the spontaneity of great need, the tools for a formalist apprehension of other less prestigious, more ubiquitous kinds of text: genre movies, advertising, comic strips. END ID]
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Something something queerness in fandom, something something neurodivergency in fandom, something something BIPOC consumers in fandom and disability in fandom and everything from everyone in fandom, something something the way a piece of media just speaks to you when you need it most–like the way an academic text written by a stranger years before your birth feels like it was written with you in mind, or a show about cartoon turtles, or anything else in the world.
Something something and it just hits.
LISTEN UP WOMEN LIKERS!
With the current fervor over "tumblr sexy men", I would like to remind you all to celebrate and love the women in your life. So prepare yourselves for:
The TUMBLRWOMAN ELECTION 2023.
We'll have 6 rounds total, starting with Part 1 of Round 1 at noon CET tomorrow, 29th of January, so in about 12 hours!
Each poll is up for 24 hours, happy voting! MASTERPOST
#feminism #equality
SPN FANDOM TRADITION: ALWAYS. REBLOG. ON. TUESDAY.
DO WANT THIS TRADITION TO STAY FOREVER IN THIS FANDOM
FANDOM LAW YOU MUST ABIDE
ALWAYS.
I will always reblog this
It’s here again!!!!
EVERY. SINGLE. TUESDAY.
So funny story; I listen to music all night (like I have music going to whole fucking night yo. It helps me sleep or some shit, idk.) So at midnight I was still up and I was just scrolling through Tumblr when RIGHT AT FUCKING 12AM Heat Of The Moment stars blasting through my speakers and I’m just sat there like
It’s a SPN family rule to reblog on Tuesdays!
IT’S TUESDAYYYYY!
Here we go again, hehe. :D
Tuesday
Somebody posted this at like ten last night and I got my days all sorts of mixed up. I woke up this morning thinking it was Wednesday.
always reblog this on the most magnificent day know as Tuesday!
And at that day, I swear we were infinite
I’ve yet to find a gif of this moment, so i made my own.
Poor Sammy, how many Tuesdays did he have to live through and watch Dean die though?
Happy Tuesday everyone!!
It’s Tuesday 👏🏻
Its back…as its tuesday.
I feel like this gets longer every week 😂
date of origin: 5th of april, 2011.
I literally didn’t know Gorbachev was still alive. This means that, hypothetically, he could see this post:
rip to gorbachev, hope he saw this post before he died
Remember just scrolling down your dash and seeing random nudes? Those were the days
If you like my art, spooky games, or women (or any combination of the above), why not check out the open beta of my game “Will This Bitter Night Bring Change - Two Women in Trouble?”
yeah and this is straycatj, the popular tumblr cat. see that’s landlady, she adopted him a few years ago when he kept coming to her house for food. sometimes he runs through paper doors so landlady gives him the “funny face penalty” as you can see in this photo
Stop it! Stop it!! I’m embarrassed! Where is my dignity!? Lowyer! Is there any lowyer!?
I’m so sorry mr j, please don’t bring out your lowyer! I won’t do it again, promise!
OK… so… touch the top of my tail, and send your honesty by neko-pathy…
sending honesty rays via neko-pathy… is this thing working?
Yes! I allow you! Thanks my friend!
watching steven universe is the polar opposite of eating pussy
literally every kind of tumbler discourse is happening in the notes of this
Here’s a sampler if you don’t want to spend hours scrolling through:
Tumblr but if we were only allowed to have one post
@anomalous-heretic my cat Jimi
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Awwww! She’s a good kitty.
OUT OF TOUCH THURSDAY
this video sounds like arceus
“You can’t win - I have the high ground.”
#this is up dog (via teapotsahoy)
Reviewing 1950s Nuclear Family Barbecuing Art
Notice how the wife is in the background waving for help before she plans to toss her son into the river, she wishes the husband would look at her, but the husband only cares for MEAT– pay attention to these themes for they will show up later.
wife is still in the background and MEAT is still in the foreground, but she is happy this time in her virginal white dress and all is right with the world. There son has yet to be tossed into the river.
TWO children now with a girl child learning to dispense not only MEAT but alcohol, the wife is in the background, but her smile is frozen and stiff on her face. She knows what the raggedy anne doll at the bottom knows.
everyone is so fucking HYPED for this new meat STICK– no longer limited to the round, finite circle. The father is the most excited of all. Watch as friend Tommy enters the scene from the background and the wife is now wearing pink instead of white. She will never return to her perfect unknowing ways.
1950s gay fucking panic. the circular meat is burning. the wife is wearing red. Jimmy and Tommy are going to go on a “fishing trip” and he won’t look her in the eye when they return. The other wife in white lives in ignorance, but not for long as DOUBT enters her expression.
the wife has finally taken center stage. She sets the table without looking at her husband who stands guiltily with his weird magic stick in the background. The daughter rushes away from her brother who has emerged from the river to hover across the ground and seek vengeance.
They are a broken family with only MEAT in the center left to remain.
being a fine arts student isn’t so hard.
the brother and sister in that last one is basically