VERY BELATED (BY LITERAL YEARS) INTRODUCTION POST TIME! Hi, Iâm Navy or Bones/Bonesy or maybe even [INSERT REAL NAME HERE] if youâre one of about five or six mutuals. Iâm a history student who likes writing (whenever I feel like it) as well as all the various things I reblog here. My pronouns are she/any and I am over 18. Feel free to send me asks, especially if youâre a (beloved) mutual!
A non-comprehensive list of the many things I like/have liked and posted about here under the cut:
- dimension 20
- dropout
- smosh
- starkid
- tin can bros
- shipwrecked comedy
- pulp musicals
- jane austen
- the tenant of wildfell hall
- dracula
- shakespeare
- nothing much to do (nmtd)
- lovely little losers
- ace attorney
- ghost trick
- the magnus archives
- the magnus protocol
- doctor who
- torchwood
- empires smp
- the life series
- hermitcraft
- rtgame
- most other Minecraft things the above people/groups do
- american girl dolls
- warrior cats
- jeeves and wooster
- operation mincemeat
- taskmaster
- bbc ghosts
- cbs ghosts
- return of the obra dinn
- slay the princess
- scarlet hollow
- dnd
- history
- derry girls
- renegade nell
- lockwood and co
- the good place
- dungeon meshi
I also have some more personal tags that I use:
- gooper moment (in reference to the discord server where a bunch of my friends hang out)
- my beloveds (in reference to the two dearest people in my life)
- briarridge (in reference to an original story I wrote with my beloveds)
- writering things (anything about writing that Iâve saved)
- draga csovm (or just csovm - a character I made for the comic my dearests and I have created, sheâs an absolutely repulsive failure of a woman and I love her)
- vale (my character in the origins minecraft server I was a part of with my friends the goopers)
- saving this for later (self-explanatory)
- ask bonesy (any asks I receive or ones that Iâve sent other people and subsequently reblogged)
- the university experience (things I find relatable to life at university idk)
- bonesy speaks (things that have come from my own humble brain)
So thatâs me! This feels like a very long rambling post but I donât suppose thereâs any better introduction than that lol. Thanks for reading if you got this far and hope you enjoy my silly little blog :)
it really is unfortunate that loving someone enough doesn't give you the ability to pass not entirely painlessly but with complete trust and encouragement through the boundaries preventing you from reaching into each other's chests and wrapping your hand around the slippery-warm muscle of their beating heart. then again we would probably all be having less sex if this was an option so.
Once when I was in undergrad, someone described something as âproblematicâ in class and our professor was like, âThatâs cool, but âproblematicâ doesnât really mean anything. It means that the thing youâre describing has a problem, and in and of itself thatâs not bad. Art, especially, should always have problems, or else itâs not interesting and not art, either. It sounds like youâre trying to say that this is bad, but you donât want to say âbad.â Is that right?â
So from then on whenever one of us called something problematic, he would make us talk it out until we could name the âbadâ thing we were hinting at. In this particular class, 7/10 it was some type of oppression, and the remainder was like, âIâm uncomfortable because this is very new/confusing/pushing boundaries that made me feel safe.â
Once we stopped calling things âproblematicâ and stopping at that, class got way more interesting and... we all had to say, like, âthatâs racistâ or âthatâs misogynisticâ or âew capitalism grossâ out loud, which a lot of us had never done in a classroom before. Or we had to be like, âUhhh... Iâm not sure whatâs so bad?â and confront our own beliefs and that was maybe even more useful.
Anyway. Whenever I see the word problematic, I canât help but think of this professor being like, âGood starting point, now letâs get specific.â I think when we have to commit to saying âthatâs ___â it requires a lot more careful thought about the truth and impact and complexities of whatever weâre claiming. Sometimes there really is some bullshit afoot, and also sometimes itâs art, and it should be full of problems, because thatâs what art is.
After school care pulled me aside about my child dropping an f-bomb âwithout remorseâ and I put on my concerned face and nodded a bunch.
Apparently he was building something with a younger kid âwho really looks up to him and is just starting to make friendsâ and said âHey, youâre really fucking good at this.â which is, in my estimation, really a parenting victory.
