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the recent prompt list - 40 with j/d please!!! what you said when you met my parents!!!
40) Things you said when you met my parents from this post.
Okay, I got this prompt about four different times (that's a good thing, you all have great taste and I love it), so consider this my response to all of them. I did a little twist on it, so I hope you enjoy it. Post-series J/D on this one with bonus Mama Lyman.
Yup, you read that right. Post-series. You'll see.
I’m showing you how serious I want to see the following prompt done! 😬
“You sat next to me on the airplane and fell asleep on my shoulder and I don’t want to move you cause you look so comfortable. Oh and you’re hot.”
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i.
It’s been nine days since Noah Lyman died. Nine days since he’s had a conversation that didn’t open with “I was so sorry to hear about your dad” and close with “let me know if you need anything.”
It’s been six hours since he landed in California. Six hours since Donna picked him up at the airport, wrapped him in a hug, and handed him a cup of coffee. It’s been five and a half hours since she flipped off the driver who cut her off on the way back to the temporary campaign HQ, and the first time he’s genuinely laughed since his dad died. It’s been five hours and twenty minutes since she squealed delightedly at spotting an Alaska license plate, since he rolled his eyes at her while fighting a smile.
It’s been five hours and six minutes since things started to feel right again.
It’s been an hour since they got on the plane, and thirteen minutes since she fell asleep on his shoulder. It’s been twelve minutes and fifteen seconds since he realized that his arm was wrapped around her, and twelve minutes and ten seconds since he stopped himself from dropping a kiss on the top of her head.
It’s been three minutes since he noticed the butterflies in his stomach.
ii.
It’s been eight years and nine months since they met. Eight years and nine months since he handed her his badge, since she flashed him that bright smile and promised that he’d find her valuable.
It’s been eight years and seven months since she left and came back. Seven years and seven months since the first time he sent her flowers to mark the anniversary of her return to him, even before he knew what it would mean to him, back when it was just a twinge of unexplained jealousy and nothing more.
It’s been three years and ten months since he threw snowballs at her window. It’s been two years and six months since he almost lost her in Gaza, then in Germany.
It’s been seven days since he asked her to join him in Hawaii. It’s been five days since he told her he loved her for the first time, since she threw her arms around his neck and kissed him, whispering the same words against his lips with tears in her eyes.
It’s been two days since he suggested that she move in with him, and two days since she accepted.
It’s been forty-five minutes they took off from Hawaii to return to D.C., and it’s been twenty-nine minutes since she fell asleep on his shoulder. It’s been twenty-eight minutes and forty seconds since he realized he could actually kiss her on the top of her head, and did so.
It’s been twenty-eight minutes and thirteen seconds since he decided that he’s going to ask her to marry him someday.
iii.
It’s been a few months since they’ve been on a plane. A few months since they went to visit CJ, since the girls argued over who got the middle seat across the aisle from their parents.
It’s been a little less time since Donna agreed to run for Congress. A little less time since she took her first trip out to Wisconsin without Josh and the girls, since the phone was passed around to say goodnight. A little less time since Donna came home and their three daughters chattered away as she settled in, updating her on what she missed.
It’s been a few weeks since Donna’s first day in Congress. It’s been a few weeks since the first time Josh heard someone call her ‘Congresswoman’, since she looked back at him beaming, asking if he heard what she just heard.
It’s been a few minutes since she laced her fingers in his and leaned her head on his shoulder. It’s been a little less time since she fell asleep. It’s been a little less time than that since he glanced down at their intertwined hands, noticing the glint of her wedding ring in the sunlight from the window of the airplane. It’s been just a few seconds less than that since he kissed her head, just because he can.
It’s in that moment that he realizes somewhere along the line, he relaxed enough to stop counting.
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2x11 | THE LEADERSHIP BREAKFAST The West Wing
@pscentral anniversary event: get to know the members ⤷ the west wing + a few of my favourite lines
if the gay character of a show looks like this its probably a really bad show
bold of u to say glee is a bad show
glee is a bad show
Glee was an uneven show that definitely had its flaws. It got a lot of things wrong. It also got many things very, very right. It provided a lot of LGBTQ representation packed into one show, at a time when network TV had less representation than it does now, in 2019. So let’s give Glee credit for that — and for the insane amount of talent and hard work it took to deliver 20ish musical episodes per season for six years.
Glee’s impact on people due to its representation changed tons of lives for the better, and enabled my kid to be able to come out to parents that accepted and loved her no matter what, instead of the bigoted homophobes we were pre-Glee. Uneven plots? Hell yes. Bad writing? Hell yes. Bad show? Fuck you. No way.
And some of the scenes were phenomenal. The scene with the football coach breaking up with her abusive husband, and him being like “without me you have nothing – if you don’t have me, who’s gonna love you?” And she replies with a tearstained and yet steel-strong “Me.” God, what a powerful scene. What an important scene.
And so many of the scenes with Kurt, too, to bring it back to OP’s point. His dad’s journey from being a blokey-bloke who was uncomfortable about his kid’s orientation, to giving stilted and awkward but heartfelt advice about romance, to being outright proud about his gay son and ready to Fight anyone who said a word against the kid. Like – that whole progression, and so many of Kurt’s other storylines, were great. Were all of them great? No. But a lot were. And as said above, at the time, it was the most rep anyone had seen in a show – that, bonus!, not only ended with the gay guy not being killed, but ended instead with him being happy.
Was Glee perfect? No. But it sure as fuck had some fantastic moments.
one of my all-time favorite pieces of television writing is in the west wing pilot when c.j., the press secretary, asks "is there anything i can say except for 'the president rode his bike into a tree'?" and leo, the chief of staff, responds "the president, while riding a bicycle on his vacation in jackson hole, came to a sudden arboreal stop"
Your personal triggers and squicks do not get to determine what kind of art other people make.
People make shit. It's what we do. We make shit to explore, to inspire, to explain, to understand, but also to cope, to process, to educate, to warn, to go, "hey, wouldn't that be fucked up? Wild, right?"
Yes, sure, there are things that should be handled with care if they are used at all. But plenty more things are subjective. Some things are just not going to be to your tastes. So go find something that is to your tastes and stop worrying so much about what other people are doing and trying to dictate universal moral precepts about art based on your personal triggers and squicks.
I find possession stories super fucking triggering if I encounter them without warning, especially if they function as a sexual abuse metaphor. I'm not over here campaigning for every horror artist to stop writing possession stories because they make me feel shaky and dissociated. I just check Does The Dog Die before watching certain genres, and I have my husband or roommate preview anything I think might upset me so they can give me more detail. And if I genuinely don't think I can't handle it, I don't watch it. It's that simple.
#this excludes writing pedo or incest.
If you look at the tags on my original post, this post was originally about hospital horror, and how it's allowed to exist even if an individual has medical trauma and doesn't like the genre. But since someone wanted to go and put some shit on my post that I disagree with:
No, actually, it doesn't exclude those things. Dark themes in fiction are allowed to exist whether you like them or not.
Vladimir Nabokov's Lolita was not a real little girl who really got brutalized. She was a fictional character. No real child was harmed. People are not reading Lolita and going out thinking, "oh, this told me to abuse children, and clearly it's morally okay now." The existence of Lolita is not responsible for the existence of CSA.
Wes Craven's New Nightmare was pretty meta, but Freddy Krueger was still never real and never hurt any real kids, either. He's a story. None of those kids ever died, none of them ever got abused, and Fred Krueger never got burned to death, because they're all fake and never existed. Murder and CSA in the real world aren't Freddy Krueger's fault.
Jaime and Cersei Lannister are not real people. They are fake. They are words on paper, and actors on a screen. Lena Headey and Nikolaj Coster-Waldau are not siblings, and did not ever have real sex in the show. It was fake, simulated, not real sex. No siblings actually fucked. Nobody is watching/reading Game of Thrones and thinking, "oh, I can totally go fuck my sibling with no repercussions now!" The existence of Game of Thrones is not responsible for real-world incest.
Guillermo del Toro's film Crimson Peak didn't kick off an epidemic of everyone deciding it's okay to fuck their sister and kill their wife. William Faulkner's "A Rose For Emily" isn't making people kill men and sleep with their corpses, and Emily never really killed Homer because neither of them actually exist in the first place.
John Wick isn't making people run out and become hitmen. The very cute doggy that infamously dies in the first movie was not actually a real dog death--the dogs in John Wick were treated very well, according to a ScreenRant article I found!
Ghostface was played by a combination of stuntmen and a very talented voice actor, and all his murder victims were actors who were filming a pretend story. It was all choreographed and nobody really died. The benind-the-scenes stuff for the Scream series is actually really cool if you're into that sort of thing like I am.
Arcane didn't put grenade launchers in people's hands and turn them into vigilante fighters juiced up on Super Drugs--and you know what, neither did any of the things the Batman franchise has churned out. The Joker and Scarecrow and Poison Ivy and Harley Quinn aren't out there terrorizing New York City, because they're fantasy supervillains who aren't real and can't hurt you.
The endless waves of bandits in Skyrim are pixels on a screen, and I'm not killing real men when I cut them down. No real people got hurt when my Sims 4 house caught fire. Playing Super Smash Brothers hasn't gotten me into underground fighting rings, and neither did watching Fight Club.
It's all fiction.
None of it is real.
The characters are fake and do not exist.
Curate your own media experience and get your head out of your ass.
[ID: a comment left by tumblr user msexcelfractal, which reads "Cool post OP, now do Birth of a Nation. End ID.]
Content warning: antiblackness, antisemitism, sinophobia, general discussion of bigotry and oppression
You really want to try and go there as if that's some kind of gotcha on the subject of dark fiction? Fine. Let's go there. I've got sources and free time.
Birth of a Nation is a horrific hate crime of a film. It is flagrantly racist and was connected to a surge in KKK membership. Nobody should watch that film for enjoyment. It's horrific. Nobody should be forced to watch it, either. You don't have to watch the film, and I don't recommend you do, unless you're actively involved in studying it for whatever reason. It's a bad, hateful movie.
I have not watched it in its entirety and I don't really ever intend to. There are Black scholars who have already broken it down and discussed it at length, and I don't feel I'm going to get anything out of the film that they haven't already covered. If I need to study Birth of a Nation in more depth for whatever reason, I'm going to defer to Black scholarship on the subject.
But if you tried to ban the film altogether? If you tried to erase it from existence? I would ask what the fuck is wrong with you. Banning Birth of a Nation does absolutely nothing to combat the racism that created it. It wouldn't stop racists from making racist art. It wouldn't erase the damage done by the film. It wouldn't go back in time and make it retroactively never made.
You know what banning it would do, though? It would strip film scholars of the ability to discuss it. It would prohibit people from talking about exactly why it was bad. It would inhibit honest conversations about what the film was and who it affected.
You know what you do with horrific bigoted art like Birth of a Nation? You have content warnings, like the one I put at the beginning of this reply. You don't spring it on people who don't want to discuss it. You don't put it on for people to watch without warning. You don't tell everyone you know to go and watch it and give it money.
You do things like what Warner Brothers did with their Tom and Jerry disclaimer:
“These animated shorts are products of their time. Some of them may depict some of the ethnic and racial prejudices that were commonplace in American society. These depictions were wrong then and are wrong today. While the following does not represent the Warner Bros. view of today’s society, these animated shorts are being presented as they were originally created, because to do otherwise would be the same as claiming these prejudices never existed.”
You damn sure don't erase it from history and pretend that ignoring it will solve bigotry. Censorship is not the answer, because censorship is always enforced harder on marginalized artists. You ban racism in film, you ban films by Black artists who are exploring the topic from their own perspective.
When the Hays Code banned "offense to other nations," you know what happened? It didn't stop racism in film, that's for damn sure. It instead gave bigoted censors a perfectly legal and easy way to shut down art by marginalized people, which they did gladly.
The rise of the Nazi Party in Germany resulted in the Reichsfilmkammer demanding the removal of all Jewish workers from Hollywood's European locations. American films began receiving heavy censorship and bans in Germany, and so American studios complied with the Reichsfilmkammer's demands in order to avoid legal trouble in Germany.
Despite the Nazi party's outright hostility toward Hollywood, the MPPDA office discouraged any negative depiction of Germany or the Nazi party. Germany had been such a huge market for American cinema that the Reichsfilmkammer's censorship codes for German films began impacting American-made cinema. Jewish representation in cinema all but disappeared overnight. Joseph Breen, the head of the censor board, was an open antisemite, going on open tirades against Jewish people. His censorship policies were flagrantly bigoted and only served to reinforce that bigotry on a systemic level.
In 1933, Herman J. Mankiewicz and Sam Jaffe tried and failed to make an anti-Hitler film titled "The Mad Dog of Europe." The Hays Code was used to deny the film's production. On July 17, 1933, Will Hays himself ordered the filmmakers to cease and desist, all in the name of "not offending Germany."
Said Joseph Breen, "It is to be remembered that there is strong pro-German and anti-Semitic feeling in this country, and, while those who are likely to approve of an anti-Hitler picture may think well of such an enterprise, they should keep in mind that millions of Americans might think otherwise.”
Variety said about the subject, “American attitude on the matter is that American companies cannot afford to lose the German market no matter what the inconvenience of personnel shifts."
Anna May Wong, a Chinese-American actress, lost out on a leading role in the film "The Good Earth," due to the Code's explicit ban on interracial relationships. The leading man had already been cast with a white man wearing yellowface, meaning that Wong was unable to be cast as the leading lady and love interest, even though the characters were supposed to both be Chinese. The role instead went to a German-American actress wearing yellowface, who went on to win an Oscar for the role.
Censorship doesn't help anyone. Censorship does not protect anyone. Censorship does not prevent bigotry, and in fact only serves to reinforce it.
Anyone who read this far and learned something: being an independent media censorship researcher doesn't exactly pay the bills, so check out my Ko-Fi or Patreon if you learned something and feel generous.
My main sources for this post are:
Pre-Code Hollywood: Sex, Immorality, and Insurrection in American Cinema, 1930-1934, by Thomas Doherty
The Dame in the Kimono: Hollywood, Censorship, and the Production Code, by Leonard J. Leff and Jerold L. Simmons
The Encyclopedia of Censorship, by Jonathon Green & Nicholas J. Karolides
Morality and Entertainment: The Origins of the Motion Picture Production Code - Stephen Vaughn
Sin in Soft Focus: Pre-Code Hollywood, by Mark A. Vieira
Forbidden Hollywood: The Pre-Code Era (1930-1934), When Sin Ruled the Movies, by Mark A. Vieira
Hollywood's Censor: Joseph I. Breen & the Production Code Administration, by Thomas Doherty
And since you made me talk about Birth of a fucking Nation, here are some additional resources for people who are actually interested in Black media history:
Birth of an Industry: Blackface Minstrelsy and the Rise of American Animation, by Nicholas Sammond
Archival Rediscovery and the Production of History: Solving the Mystery of Something Good - Negro Kiss (1898), by Allyson Nadia Field
Humor and Ethnic Stereotypes in Vaudeville and Burlesque, by Lawrence E. Mintz
The Original Blues: The Emergence of the blues in African American Vaudeville, by Lynn Abbott and Doug Seroff
Waltzing in the Dark: African American Vaudeville and Race Politics in the Swing Era, by Brenda Dixon Gottschild
Darkest America: Black Minstrelsy from Slavery to Hip-Hop, by Yuval Taylor and Jake Austen
Love & Theft: Blackface Minstrelsy and the American Working Class, by Eric Lott
The Prettiest Girl on Stage is a Man: Race and Gender Benders in American Vaudeville, by Prof. Kathleen B. Casey
Dancing Down the Barricades: Sammy Davis, Jr. And the Long Civil Rights Era, by Matthew Frye Jacobson
Blackface, Whiteface, Insult and Imitation in American Popular Culture, by John Strausbaugh
A Change in the Weather: Modernist Imagination, African American Imaginary, by Geoffrey Jacques
Hollywood Black: The Stars, The Films, The Filmmakers by Donald Bogle
The Blackface Minstrel Show in Mass Media: 20th Century Performances on Radio, Records, Film, and Television, by Tim Brooks
Oscar Micheaux and His Circle: African-American Filmmaking and Race Cinema of the Silent Era, by Pearl Bowser, Jane Gaines, and Charles Musser
America on Film: Representing Race, Class, Gender and Sexuality at the Movies, by Harry M. Benshoff and Sean Griffin
White: Essays on Race and culture, by Richard Dyer
Black American Cinema, edited by Manthia Diawara
Colorization: One Hundred Years of Black Films in a White World, by Wil Haygood
Framing Blackness: The African American Image in Film, by Ed Guerrero
Toms, Coons, Mulattoes, Mammies, & Bucks: An Interpretive History of Blacks in American Films, by Donald Bogle
White Screens, Black Images: Hollywood From the Dark Side, by James Snead
Reel Inequality: Hollywood Actors and Racism, by Nancy Wang Yuen
The Hollywood Jim Crow: the Racial Politics of the Movie Industry, by Maryann Erigha
“I’ve always liked quiet people: You never know if they’re dancing in a daydream or if they’re carrying the weight of the world.”
— John Green, Looking for Alaska
(Like many things tumblr said I said, I never said or wrote this.)
Concept: A witch cat that’s too fat to fly
This is legit great because it shows that it’s not the cat that’s the problem, it’s the broom. The cat just needed someone to make an accommodation so they could fly too.
Prompt - Abe finding Lenny at a gig for Midge but keeping his distance.
"Miriam said you were in California."
RIP Chidi Anagonye, you would've hated the new poll feature
my first reaction to this post was "chidi died?? 🥺😭" as if that's not the entire damn point of the show
Favorite Lenny + Midge Quotes
(My hand slipped)
It's a novel concept.
Dueling Comedians at the Troubadour. One night only.
She'd been going through the motions for so long that she agreed without hesitation,without so much as a single question about the gig.
Like who the other comedian would be.
Her eyes found his across the crowded room, and even after all those months spent on opposite coasts, after everything they'd been through, her heart fluttered just the same.
They approached their respective microphones quietly.
A nod hello. A soft, tentative smile.
And then they dove right in.
Comparing and contrasting life's experiences as a comedian.
East coast vs west coast.
Being a man vs being a woman.
What it means to choose this line of work. This life.
How the audiences treat you.
How the cops treat you.
What it's like trying to date after divorce.
What started as a sort of sparring match with each talking in turn soon devolved into something much more akin to a conversation, their commonalities quickly overtaking their differences.
The audience ate it up.
They kept the jokes careful where the other was concerned, never letting on about their relationship beyond the boundaries of casual friends within the business.
But there were still the subtle glances, the smiles cracked at the other's joke, the electricity of being in the same orbit. In the same room again.
Even after all this time they were still perfectly in sync, picking up where the other left off, helping each other to build the joke into something even better.
So much so that they managed to come to the same punchline at the exact same time.
Lenny arched a brow for the audience's benefit, playing up his consideration of her as if it were the first time.
As if they both didn't already know they were made for each other.
"Can I buy you a drink?" he quipped, earning a laugh from the crowd.
They couldn't see the please hidden within his eyes the way she could.
She eyed him up and down, drawing out the silence in a moment of exaggerated contemplation until she got the audience on his side.
"I thought you'd never ask" she smirked, earning them a raucous applause.
She took his hand in hers, winking subtly up at him before addressing the room.
"You've been a wonderful audience! Now if you'll excuse us, we've got a date. Thank you and goodnight!"
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