Introducing Cold Boy Tapes- A Terror (2018) playlist event!
As anyone could guess, I’m cig or @bell-swamp-fitzjames here on tumblr, and I love Terror playlists. I found out about a fan run event called @terrortracks / @shackletonofficial and realized I could take up the mantle sort of to continue fostering a place where we can just share some music regarding the Terror (2018). The prompts I have come up with and will be sharing next week are also heavily inspired by Dave K’s Davechella playlist event, as I personally have been adoring seeing everyone’s character playlists.
This is a lowkey event- participate however you can! Half the fun of making a playlist is seeing that people are listening to it :3 Check out this blog's page for more information about what's all this then. And if you have any questions, reach out <3 Click here to check out the prompts recently released!
Rules:
1. In honor of my dead wife 8tracks, playlists must be at least 8 songs long. Beyond that, there is no set song number per playlist
2. Any kind of playlist is accepted- Apple Music, Youtube Music, Tidal, whatever streaming service you use, simply a written out list.
3. The playlist subject can be Terror (2018) adjacent- Franklin Expedition playlists, other polar expeditions/explorers, North Water playlists if you feel like it
4. Though the event is called Cold BOY Tapes I really encourage considering our Cold Girls too and a reminder that gender is a construct. What would nonbinary Billy Gibson listen to?
5. Please indicate if your playlist is meant to be played in order or on shuffle.
6. Please tag me & tag your playlist as Cold Boy Tapes 2026 so that I can see your amazing work & have fun with it!
OPTIONAL: Because of number two, it would rule if you included a written out list of your playlist if you are able to. You could even do a whole write up on why you picked the songs even!
June is around the corner and I wanted to highlight an update to the rules! It was brought to my attention that one of the rules, writing out a list of the songs used, isn't feasible for anyone who may be doing a rather long playlist. I don't want anyone to feel limited and this is such a lowkey event, that I did realize the list suggestion should have been optional.
Apologies for not having caught this myself. I await June with much excitement!
Something about characters unknown to their peers who, with a single word, a single speech, a single objection, accidentally doomed the rest of their lives.
They could simply go home, turn a deaf ear and return to their (more or less) quiet lives, but they didn't. Because one refused to give away to lies, and the other to hate.
Finally I came out from under the rock and we looked each other in the eye with this miracle. Now I spend a sick amount of hours trying to dig something out of this fandom that seems to be living quietly
Maybe something more will come out, since my phase of old sad nuclear gentlemen is not going away, I'm definitely more often on Instagram @/zmrocz
“Truth is the relation of thought, speech, perception, or understanding to reality. It is not merely coherence within the mind, nor merely usefulness, nor merely sincerity. A person may be sincere and mistaken. A belief may be useful and partial. A system may be coherent and yet fail to answer adequately to what is.
Truth matters because reality exceeds our constructions. If reality were only what one decided it to be, truth would collapse into preference. But reality resists, corrects, and outlasts interpretation. To seek truth is to submit thought to what is not simply made by thought.
This does not mean that truth is always simple correspondence between a sentence and an object. Some truths are factual: the event occurred, the body is ill, the letter was written, the measurement stands. Other truths are structural: the argument follows, the pattern holds, the relation is necessary. Others are existential: the life has been lived in avoidance, the promise has been betrayed, the grief is love under the form of loss. Others are symbolic: the image discloses a depth that cannot be exhausted by paraphrase.
Different modes of truth answer to different aspects of reality. Scientific truth concerns what can be observed, measured, modelled, tested, and publicly corrected. Historical truth concerns evidence, testimony, sequence, and interpretation.
Philosophical truth concerns necessity, coherence, implication, and the structure of experience. Poetic truth concerns disclosure through image, rhythm, condensation, and resonance. Ethical truth concerns what is due, what has been violated, and what must be acknowledged.
These modes should not be confused, but neither should one be allowed to abolish all the others. A poem is not false because it is not a laboratory report. A scientific claim is not deepened by being made vague. An ethical truth is not reducible to chemistry, though it may depend upon living beings with bodies and histories. Truth is plural in mode because reality is internally differentiated.
Still, plural modes of truth do not justify arbitrariness. Interpretation remains answerable. A symbolic reading can be excessive. A memory can distort. A theory can omit what it cannot explain. A metaphysical claim can outrun what experience warrants. The discipline of truth lies partly in knowing which mode of disclosure is being used and what its limits are.
Truth requires proportion. It asks not only whether something can be said, but in what sense it can be said, with what warrant, under what conditions, and against what possible correction. The more comprehensive the claim, the more carefully it must be held. This is especially true of the language of awareness, Eternity, and Reality, where an image may clarify experience without thereby establishing a final metaphysical system.
Yet excessive caution can also become false. If one refuses to speak of meaning, value, awareness, or interiority because they do not fit a narrow model of objectivity, one has not become more truthful. One has merely reduced reality to what one method can handle. Truthfulness requires openness to the full range of what is disclosed.
The truthful mind is therefore neither credulous nor reductive. It does not believe every appearance, but neither does it dismiss appearances because they are difficult to classify. It allows reality to show itself under many aspects, while remaining willing to be corrected.
Truth is fidelity to disclosure under discipline. It is the effort to let what is be thought, spoken, and lived without distortion.”
“I remember the day we shot that scene. I kept running up to Nive saying, ‘Just keep in mind, you are pissed. They have murdered your friends. What’s breaking down in this group of men has now touched your community with tragedy.’ And she kept saying, ‘I can’t do that.’ She said, ‘I know how my character feels about Goodsir at the end of this scene. I can’t not smile with him, but I need him to know that he’s good.’ It was wonderful.” -David Kajganich
remember like 15 years ago when black bloggers were talking about this exact shit, 'digital blackface', white internet users appropriating images and clips of black people and using them as cartoonish exaggerated expressions of absurdity or high emotion. straight line from minstrelsy to your reaction gifs and nobody fucking cares any more. white people just decided not to acknowledge it and it went away, just like every other time black users have ever tried to criticise any aspect of online culture.
On the contemporary internet, things have been turned inside out. Exchanges that have historically taken place in the underground of black social spaces are now vulnerable to exposure, if not already exposed. The call-and-response creativity of Black Twitter is overheard and echoed by White Twitter, and viral dance phenomena like the whip are seized on by the likes of Hillary and Ellen. Together these objects — and the countless others in circulation, literally countless — create widespread visibility for blackness online. Blackness once again takes up its longstanding role as the engine of American popular culture, so that we find ourselves where we were in the 1920s with jazz, in the 1950s with rock ‘n’ roll, in the ’80s with both house and hip-hop — in a time loop wherein black people innovate only to see their forms snaked away, value siphoned off by white hands.
All the creative labor of the black collective being aside, there is a palpable blackness to much of this viral content — especially memes — that circulates independently from actual black people. This depersonalized blackness is shifty and hard to pin down — as is the blackness of any object or subject, really. It makes itself known through language, through an aggressive use of maneuvers associated with black vernacular speech, explicated in Manuel Arturo Abreu’s “Online Imagined Black English.” One finds captions littered with “bruh,” “fam,” “lit,” and, of course, “nigga.” This blackness is also signaled vaguely through the presence of black subjects. Athletes like Michael Jordan, rappers like Lil Mama and Birdman, and actresses like Skai Jackson have become vessels for affects extending beyond their own individual capabilities.
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Memes move like blackness itself, and the meme’s tactical similarity to historical black cultural forms makes them — predictably — vulnerable to appropriation and capture. The meme is a form that allows for a sense of collective ownership among those who come into contact with it — black or nonblack. The meme seems open to appropriation and interpretation by whoever possesses it for a moment, echoing Fred Moten’s description of blackness as being only what we hold in our outstretched hands.
When we say that the internet extends and exacerbates the same old offline relations, we mean it. In keeping with historical precedent, the cultural and affective labor of black individuals online largely goes unrecognized and un(der)compensated. Compare the nonexistent returns seen by black teens for introducing the whip to the lifetime supply of Vans shoes gifted to the Damn Daniel kid or the nearly half–million dollars worth of swag that Chewbacca Mom received for her most abject display of consumerist bliss.
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“Rather than capital ‘incorporating’ from the outside the authentic fruits of the collective imagination,” Tiziana Terranova argues in “Free Labor: Producing Culture for the Digital Economy,” “it seems more reasonable to think of cultural flows as originating within a field that is always and already capitalism.” Likewise, memes — even when produced by black users — cannot be viewed as objects that once authentically circulated in black circles for the enjoyment of the black collective but instead are always already compromised by the looming presence of the corporate, the capitalist.
As such, the meme will probably never manifest blackness in a traceable form such that it might be fully claimed by the black cultural body. The internet, which was advertised as a way to free us from our bodies, has merely confused our limits and identifications, providing just enough flexibility to, in artist Keith Townsend Obadike’s words, “make the same old burnt cork blackface routine easier.”
“Cultural struggles are long, full of contradictions, and while they are happening it is difficult to say what is useful and what isn’t. I prefer to think of myself as being inside a tangled knot; tangled knots fascinate me. It’s necessary to recount the tangle of existence, as it concerns both individual lives and the life of generations. Seeking to unravel things is useful, but literature is made out of tangles.”
lets do some medical roleplay. youre my doctor & you have to perform some minor surgery on me but this is the 18th century & theres no anaesthetic so i go into shock & die. yes of course its still sexual
annaxmalina
dededos
blakekathryn
stormborns
germansingergirl
izzy806
baratheonpilled
