For Indigenous History Month I've decided to try & have a Collie Parker Appreciation Week, because I love my guy and he deserves it💖
The AO3 collection for the event is here and we'll also be using the hashtag #CollieParkerAppreciationWeek on tumblr (and for folks who're on twitter feel free to use it there too! I don't personally use twitter but this doesn't have to be a tumblr only event)
Also- as the rules in the AO3 collection specify- any Collie ships you might want to include are fine but your work MUST center Collie and in the case of fics be in his pov. There are a lot of fics in Collie's tag that actually just center white characters he's being shipped with while treating Collie as a prop, which is racist under any circumstances but would be especially inappropriate in an event meant to uplift a Lakota-Sioux character for Indigenous History Month, so please just be mindful and ensure your works are actually focusing on Collie💖
Please spread the word about this event, I would absolutely love to see as much of the fandom taking part as possible :)
They’re so lucky I care abt them deeply coz drawing 4 ppl in once canvas was h e l l.
Anyways, small drabble under read more coz I did originally want to write for this prompt but didn’t have the time unfortunately 😞 so a snippet of what I originally intended xP
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“You can say you were worried about me Barko. In fact I’m flattered you—“
“Jesus christ, just fucking take this and shut the fuck up already!”
Hank doesn’t want to shut the fuck up. In fact he’s thinking 10 more different things to say to fluster Gary further. It’s way too fucking easy to do and—
“Wait. What is this?” Hank whispers, all mirth gone from his voice and soon anymore words are gone too, effectively giving Gary what he wants. Hank shutting the fuck up.
But of course, pleasing the fake blond is never easy. “Wh-what? Did you go fucking blind too?” Gary stutters out, that familiar edge coming out of him, but Hank can only focus on the picture in his hands.
Hank knows he should say something. Gary is never good when people don’t fall for his bait, but how can he when he’s holding a photo of—
“I swear to god if you go silent again. It’s just a goddamn photo of you and your best fucking friends. The muskaqueers or whatever you assholes call yourselves.”
It’s the Musketeers, you dick. Hank wants to say, but he doesn’t. After all, in his hand is a photo of him and the Musketeers. Pete has Hank in a sort of chokehold and his fellow brother in arms, Ray, is ruffling Hank’s hair. Art was no help back then and instead laughed at Hank’s plight so he was left alone to deal with his friends and get them off him.
They’re all smiling brightly. A shine in their eyes.
“…I took it at the party. You guys were being noisy ass shit and— uh—“ Gary’s rambling knocks Hank back into his senses as he continues talking, “I had my camera and—“
“Yeah, well it’s a good fucking photo. Man…” Hank interrupts him causing both of them to fall silent. Words somehow gone been two fuckers who have too much shit too say, yet the air remains thick. “Thank you, Gary.” Hank finally says, looking up at Gary who turns his head away immediately, cheeks flushed red.
“Yeah, well— Never say I didn’t do nothing for ya’.” Gary pauses, “But you’re welcome...” It’ s quick and rushed out and Gary looks like he wants to leave, but even so, Hank can’t help but feel as if we can still hear the laughter just by looking at this photo. As if somehow Barkovitch has managed to capture the joy of him and his best-fucking-friends in one photo.
Whilst ik now that Hank is referencing the Parable of the Weeds, I like to think that he was able to find some peace in his final moments.
That the parable talks about humanity being patient and at the end of the day God will do the work for us (i’m shortening tf out of the parable but walk with me).
So for Hank, who has been walking and walking, God has finally seen Hank’s resilience and patience and decided it was his time to rest.
the thing about media literacy is that understanding why the author chose to specify that the curtains are blue is the same skill set as understanding that the way the author characterizes all black characters as angry or all chinese characters as meek and silent is racist. it is the same skill set as being able to identify when a news source is biased or when someone is feeding you propaganda. the ability to ask "why did this person choose to present this premise in this specific way?" is a critical skill in a world full of misinformation. why are the curtains blue? maybe it's a characterization detail. maybe it's extraneous worldbuilding. why is this character written as being right all the time? maybe you're intended to disagree with them. maybe it doesn't matter. maybe you should still ask why.
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