I finally got to watch Iron lung so yall better be ready for the (already) 16k fic I’m gonna be dropping at some point
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I finally got to watch Iron lung so yall better be ready for the (already) 16k fic I’m gonna be dropping at some point
In honor of these trying times; a piece of history
“You don’t even have a dog.” Stratt doesn’t have a dog.
Grace has his kids, his students. In the book, he has a friend he has dinner with once every week. In the movie, he makes connections everywhere he goes. Stratt doesn’t have that.
Grace and Stratt’s lives are similar: they have people they’re in charge of, they have colleagues they’re divorced from, no family, no lovers, no pets. Stratt sees herself in Grace. So, Stratt dubs Grace expendable because that is what she’s made herself.
A scapegoat isn’t much different from the sacrificial lamb. One is just more loved.
Thinking about the post where someone called Stratt the Butcher and the Shepherd. Because she is—a shepherd that is.
Stratt is a shepherd but is not the Good Shepherd (if you’ll allow me to steal a biblical parable for a moment). Stratt will not endanger the 99 sheep for a single lamb. Stratt will not carry an injured lamb back to the flock she left behind. She will not leave them at all. But she will risk the one for her 99 million.
Stratt is christian; she knows this parable. She knows she is charged by God to care for the one that strays just as well as the ninety-nine who stay. But she does not. She cannot. Stratt is willing to forsake her own soul for the earthly lives of everyone else.
Stratt is willing to burn eternally in Hell just so others get a chance for—not heaven, but life, on Earth.
Who up Bloodying their Mary rn
hrgnrnhmhnhh……
I’m going to be so honest; I haven’t seen Iron Lung but, like many of you, I’ve seen a lot of Bloody Mary media. And let me tell you, I’m enthralled.
The themes—not just plot and character parallels but just the idea of two humans from completely different cultures relating and being together (in whatever capacity people write: platonic, romantic, sexual, all of the above, a secret other thing). Something something it’s the human condition, something something every Bloody Mary fic is genuine philosophy that asks and answers the question of “what is human?”
Is it our DNA? Is it what we are made of—what about mutation? Can something changed still be what it was? Can a person be the same after they’ve forgotten who they are and lived without knowing? Can gaps in space and time be filled with humanity? Is humanity gentle and caring or is it starved and hungry?
God I just love Thinking Too Much About It™️
Rewatching PHM with my brother and it’s making me want the Coltland twins to be real so badly
I love everyone who writes/draws/headcanons Grace as aroace.
I love those who imagine Eridian culture with no relationship hierarchy.
I love those who imagine Eridian culture with no distinction between romantic and platonic love.
I love those who understand that Rocky's love for Adrian doesn't diminish his love for Grace.
I love those who see Rocky and Grace as a queerplatonic relationship.
I love you those who see Rocky and Grace as friends.
I love those who think Grace realized his aroaceness because of Rocky.
I love those who think Grace knew it long before meeting him.
I love those who see Stratt and Grace as queerplatonic.
I love those who see Stratt and Grace as friends.
I love those who see that Stratt betraying Grace was devastating and important even with no romantic strings attached.
I love those who see both Stratt and Grace as aroace.
I love those who think Grace is aroace but never finds the words to describe it.
I love those who think Grace finds the term and everything clicks into place.
I love those who think Grace is sex or romance repulsed
I love those who think Grace is sex or romance favourable
I love aspec people who project onto Grace.
I love allo people who find Grace aroace.
I love you Project Hail Mary fandom for making me and many other aspec people feel seen in a way not many fandoms do.
As an aroace girly, I think people are placing too much importance on a kiss. It’s not needed when their relationship and bond does all the talking.
Good Omens is something so deeply and truly personal to me. It’s a book that expressed all my own doubts and hate and mixed feelings towards GOD and religion, a show that showed gender fluidity without it ever being a joke, a series with queerness and sacrilege and holiness all on its own. Good Omens impacted me so deeply and I was so scared going into season three because I knew whatever was created wouldn’t be what we, the fans, nor them, the creators, would want. And I was right to be scared.
For so long, Good Omens acted as a tourniquet for me; something that cut off the right-wingedness of modern Christianity, something that held my anger towards God in a fun, funny, and silly way while validating it all the same.
But season three was a bandaid for a fucking amputation.
Do not mistake me; I am not upset with the lack of a kiss. I understand and agree with that (the fandom bemoaning it—though I understand the frustration—honestly might be adding to my own frustration as an Acearo person) but I wanted *Crowley* and *Aziraphale* to have a happy ending.
I wanted something happy and real and Joyous. Season Three was a palimpsest.
Aziraphale and Crowley did NOT get a happy ending. Let that sink in.
After everything they'd gone through together, all their history, their love spanning 6000 years, they literally vanished into dust.
Their "human versions" are not them. They met each other in their 50s? 60s? and will get like 30 or so years together.
No sticking together for centuries despite being from opposite factions in an eternal conflict, no developing their rivalry, friendship, and eventually love throughout the ages, no having each other's back despite the dangers of doing so, no bickering, no rescuing each other, no "you go too fast for me, Crowley", no 'our' Bentley, no "angel" as a pet name, NO THEM. At all.
This is my worst nightmare I'm going the fuck back to sleep.
Project Hail Mary is so real for showing one of the most human things ever; which is bonding so fucking hard with absolute strangers.
As someone who had to do a lot of camps/trips growing up, it’s so real. Two hours (out of 13) into the shittiest, most cramped bus ride ever, and I know this girl’s entire family, we have thirty inside jokes, we’re singing the jingle of some obscure commercial from 2004 (so badly, I might add), and I don’t even know her name. Or when you’re rooming with a total stranger and on night one you’re so worried that they’re gonna be an asshole cause y’all are so opposites and all that but by night three y’all are talking worse fears and ghosts and they offer to pray—only if you’re okay with it—and it’s the best prayer you’ve ever heard. You took a candid picture of them dancing with a different stranger and it’s the best photo you’ve ever taken. You haven’t seen either of them since.
That’s life and that’s love and that’s beautiful and PHM fucking NAILED it. And it’s why Ryland Grace is so, so likable and loved—he’s human. Painfully so. And it’s wonderful to see someone who is so quintessentially human be simultaneously (and damn near universally) accepted as Acearo. So much of the ace and/or aro experience is feeling othered or being told about all you are missing out on (or how unnatural and un-human it is to feel such a way).
Ryland Grace, patron of one-way trips, lover of life-of humanity. You are so loved. And so are you, reader.
[Project Hail Mary spoilers]
Eva Stratt who insisted on being the first to be tested for the comatose gene
Eva Stratt who made sure the ship computer knew the crew's exact coffee orders, even Grace, down to the most precise measurements
Eva Stratt who illegally acquired thousands of video games for the hail mary crew, despite the fact they'd be in a coma for the majority of the trip
Eva Stratt who sent a school teacher into space because she knew he was a fundamentally good man
Eva Stratt who would betray the closest thing she had to a friend because she knew there was no other choice
Eva Stratt who would do anything to save the Earth, no matter the cost
Eva Stratt who desperately wished she could be the one to make the sacrifice instead
Eva Stratt who couldn't, no matter how much she wanted to
Eva Stratt who studied history, and had seen the way the world would become
Eva Stratt who was terrified by it
Eva Stratt who knew she would would go without credit
Eva Stratt who knew no statues would be built of her
Eva Stratt who knew she would never be a hero
Eva Stratt who did it all anyway
Eva Stratt who had to
Robby isn't misogynistic.
He has misogynistic biases, that’s where the nuance lies, and it matters.
A misogynist would never have believed Santos for a second about Langdon ; a misogynist wouldn’t have lied about pregnancy measurements ; a misogynist wouldn’t have reassured Mel ; a misogynist wouldn’t have apologized to McKay ; a misogynist wouldn’t show so much consideration for Dana ; a misogynist wouldn’t congratulate his female residents ; a misogynist wouldn’t take his female colleagues' input at face value.
But Robby does have misogynistic biases yes. At the end of the day, he’s still a middle‑aged man who grew up in a patriarchal society, one that seeps into every fiber of how we’re raised -> And it’s been brought forward since S1 with David's case. He knows there are issues with masculinity right now, he knows it’s dangerous, he even tells Theresa. Yet it still took him time to realize and admit that the girls were genuinely at risk (biases).
The beef Robby has with Mohan isn’t because he’s misogynistic (or racist). It’s because he sees himself in her, he hates himself, and so he lashes out at her. And in turn, this situation can amplify his biases. that’s the way the whole pattern works : it’s not that he targets Mohan because he’s actively racist or misogynistic. Same with Al-Hashimi somehow
+ all of it is made even worse by his mental health basically being in palliative care.
And it’s a far better characterization than turning him into a privileged, misogynistic cliché. Since the show strives for realism, it makes sense that it would address this topic in this manner.
Ordinary sexism endures precisely because of these underlying biases.
Edit : I’m personally starting from the definition of a misogynistic man. I’m not saying that misogynistic biases don’t stem from misogyny induced by patriarchy — that’s actually what I say at the end of my post: biases are more dangerous than we think. But it would be silly to reduce Robby to someone who is misogynistic if we stick to the definition : a man who is hostile toward women and considers them inferior. Of course, we can dive into endless debates about "what does being misogynistic really mean" but we’d never finish. In the end, it all comes down to your own mental frameworks + the way you approach gender theories and discriminations
oh my girl is poorly
Something I haven’t seen anyone really talk about is the fact that Mary named Dean after her mother.
Yes, people go on about Dean being named after a woman but they don’t mention that *Mary* names her first born after *her mother*. Traditionally—in English and white-American culture, at least—the son (especially the eldest) is named after his father/grandfather. If the Mother/Grandmother’s name is passed on at all, it is to a daughter or as a middle name. (I’m from the South, so it’s not uncommon to see a man named something like Johnny Lillie Fortenberry; named after his Uncle, mother, and father.) It was and is an incredibly common practice for women to have their maiden name or first name embedded into their son’s names—so their name and bloodline wouldn’t be forgotten. As someone who does a lot of genealogy work, this is deadass vital. Women are too often nameless. Just “wife” or “mother” or “sister”. This happens to Deanna Campbell.
We see her maybe twice. Hear her less. She’s only brought up to serve a man’s story when she’s dead. She’d be another blurry-faced-wife if it weren’t for Mary.
Mary, who named her eldest son after her Mother—breaking tradition. Breaking a cycle…only for the bloodline of her mother (Hunter) to flow to her son anyway.
RIP Deanna Campbell, we hardly knew you.