orsenna

it is soon the grève générale

[ceruleana]

eva stratt makes me so fucking unwell because. imagine months of making hard call after hard call because you gotta, because someone's gotta, and this time it has to be you. and she keeps strong despite it, she keeps going. then the fucking pit in her stomach she must have felt, when she realized that Grace was her only option left. the horror of that realization. having to steel herself for the task. only to have him beg and plead and cry. her friend. how did she not throw up. how did she manage it. eva stratt the woman ever, how many people out there would have the sheer force of will, to be able to pull the trigger on their friend to save all humanity. and she didn't even know if it would work. she didn't know. for years. she didn't know if murdering her friend was worth the gamble. she just had to believe in him. fucking hell.

[shadowbrightshine]

I will never hate her. She went in knowing she was the scapegoat. She went in knowing this would all be blame on her. She would never been seen as a hero.

And she did it anyways. Honestly I bet she did throw up. Alone, away from everyone who could see her.

[interpolationz]

there are no gender roles in space

[palamedeez-nuts]

"the most unrealistic thing about project hail mary is that a woman is in charge" WRONG look up the glass cliff. women are much more likely to be promoted to positions of power when things are going poorly and people need a woman to blame. she refers to herself as the "world's whipping boy." the person put in the position to have to commit ecological and humanitarian crimes of that scale in order to save the earth would only ever be a woman.

[anotherhawk]

Eva Stratt does NOT need a redemption arc. Eva Stratt did EVERYTHING WRONG so that no-one else would have to. Her hands are permanently stained with blood so humanity gets to keep on living.

[owenhcrper]

i just love all the stories about production on project hail mary. they didn't use a single green/blue screen in the whole film. they built the whole interior of the hail mary. the petrova line scene was done practically by putting infrared lights on a chicken wire cage. rocky's voice was one of the puppeteers because he did such a good job during filming that they couldn't imagine anyone else voicing him. and rocky was a practical puppet/animatronic! sandra huller picked sign of the times as her karaoke song and she asked her daughter if it was still a cool song. i just feel like there was so much love making this film and im obsessed

[p4nishers]

the project hail mary universe is one of the only ones out there where orpheus turning around actually saved eurydice btw

[beanfreak]

has tumblr seen this photo that james ortiz posted of himself holding rocky because oh my god

that’s his real son that he gave birth to. grace better watch out bc james is about to steal the title of rocky’s number one fan

[hrimceald]

minding my business in a building and then looked down to see?? this little mouse??

[socialistexan]

French-Iranian author Marjane Satrapi, author of 'Persepolis', dies of 'sadness' at 56

French-Iranian author and illustrator Marjane Satrapi, best known for the book and film “Persopolis”, has died of "sadness", members of her

This one hurt, her work had such a profound effect on my life, thoughts, and politics.

May her memory be a blessing

[imsobadatnicknames2]

You could have just… not learned our language. It’s not like Americans are desperate to talk to you

See I have this condition called "having any kind of upward mobility in my country is very hard without an english proficiency level of at least B2", I wish it wasn't this way but it's an affliction that sadly affects millions of people in most non-anglo countries in the world.

I love how it flew compeltely past your thick yankee skull that learning english is not something people do for shits and giggles or because we want to come talk to y'all on yankee social media. You think I learned your language so I could come hang out with you on tumblr dot com? I learned it because in most places in the world speaking it is a requirement for the vast majority of non-dead-end jobs. But of course your people are unable to imagine any situation where someone learns a language for any reason other than for funsies. As I said, monolingual anglophones are a deeply solipsistic people.

[imsobadatnicknames2]

Anglos will say shit like "uhm you could just not learn a second language 🤷‍♀️" and think they're refuting the existence of their linguistic imperialism instead of proving how insanely sheltered they are compared to everyone else in the world.

[imsobadatnicknames2]

All public universities in my country admit and reject people based on their score on a national standardized test, which features an English module that's worth 1/5 of your final score. This makes not having at least a basic level of English proficiency a major barrier for accessing higher education but yeah, I could have "just... not learned your language" I guess, yeah.

[homunculus-argument]

I think "The Hangover" movies would work better as a whole movie genre. The beginning is always the same: group of friends wake up hungover as hell, to start figuring out what the hell happened last night. Turns out a lot happened. As a tradition of the genre, there's always an animal in the house that has no logical reason to be there.

But get this: The same premise every time, but in wildly different times and places. Victorian England, the gentlemen went fuckshit with some nice sherry, wrote some questionable letters, worked together to compose an absolutely idiotic thinkpiece essay and sent it to the local newsprint (the publishing of it must be stopped) and for some reason there's an ostrich.

A troupe of travelling performers in the late Kofun period wake up in the stables of an inn, and the main plot point is the little beast sleeping on someone's chest. None of them have ever seen a cat before, but one knows enough to tell that those are imperial pets, and whoever's fucking cat that is will both be capable and willing to kill whoever stole it. So they'd better fucking return it.

A Tepehuan group of youths find themselves way out of the place that they last remember they had been, for some reason someone's balls have been shaved and painted red, and the strange out of place animal sleeping at their makeshift campsite is some random swedish guy. The spaniards don't seem to know how the fuck he ended up there, either, but they clearly do not have a mutual language with each other.

[lovesongs4robots]

the thing is i do love the mystery genre a lot, and i do genuinely believe the pleasure that comes from this genre is not at all inherently codependent with copaganda and carceral narratives and the mean world fallacy and it can and should be disentangled from that. but that requires actual intentional effort, including consideration of not only explicit but implicit assumptions that come into narrative construction at every level. which is a struggle and demands a lot of introspection and serious consideration of questions far beyond the ones typically considered via plotting.

thus tbh my woe is that i find most of the [pseudo-]abolitionist or anti-copaganda attempts at solutions trite and reformative (/derogatory). like the vast majority of them end up circling around 1) "we need to stop doing the genre entirely and everyone who likes it should be ashamed" (a stupid ass take, like if you don't understand that you can't bully and shame people into ~liberatory praxis~ you need to stfu and reflect before you talk again) 2) mid takes like "we need more stories about private investigators and not cops" which... sure, it's nice to not be shoved in the face with copaganda and the police-entertainment complex feat. actual behind-the-scenes collaboration, but where are we going with this? where does this narrative end? what is the story resolution? what happens to the "bad guys"? arrest and prison? a copout into a narrative ring conclusion via narrative of a death penalty (e.g., accidentally killed, killed in self-defense, redemption-via-self-sacrifice)? some kind of obscure variation on punishment (see: science fiction)? how is their "badness" conceptualized? where is the narrative pleasure centered?

and then you also sometimes get 3) "this is a society where there is no crime we solved all the violence forever uwu" like how did you do that? and then of course if it's a "mystery" there is a conundrum: for some reason these people can do no wrong, and there is no desire from the author to consider the possibility of complicating their own utopian construction so who does the wrong? an outsider? wow! no ideology there! special flavor of that that made me barf in my mouth actually came from honest-to-god an abolitionist activist-theorist with like a dozen published books on abolition being like, here is a story about how violence is brought to us by outsiders and our solution to justice is we tie them up and threaten them with eye-for-eye death but graciously refuse it last min and then force the person into doing something particular for the rest of their lives, and then was published in a "feminist utopia" anthology.

ultimately in most of these "solutions" the carceral and policing structures themselves are simply swept under the rug to remain unchallenged, and neither alternative narrative structures (e.g., a refusal of the hero's journey // three-act structure as something that perpetuates the conclusion of the narrative/closure of the ring in a very particular way) nor in-text alternative visions or even glimpses of them are offered, or there is some weird idealization of the future humanity with no attempt at complexity, a world where the crisis has already been magically solved, so we don't even have to think about it.

like, idk, i think we can do better than cop-lite or getting rid of a genre that's literally about the constructs of "law" and "harm" and "justice" mixed with puzzle-solving.

[romanceyourdemons]

interview with the vampire, the novel, treats homosexuality in a pretty bog standard way for 70s american media—a grotesquerie too unseemly to be addressed by name, whose practitioners are either helpless but still disgusting victims who rightfully want to die to kill the disease inside of them, or gauche, subhuman predators who reach grisly ends as a result of their perversion. it goes through the homophobic traits noted in chapter three of the celluloid closet like a checklist. and then not that long later the vampire lestat has a completely revised view of homosexuality, treating gayness and gay relationships with a kind of clumsy, eager voyeurism, titillation where before there was only artistry and disgust. something happened between 1976 and 1985 that resulted in anne rice’s fujoshi awakening

[romanceyourdemons]

was it star trek ii: the wrath of khan (1982)

[thevictrola]

It was likely the birth of her gay son Christopher in 1978.

[helloitsbees]

you’re suggesting that he came out of the womb and then immediately came out as gay

[peach-pot]

my new job is making these dirk gently posts. btw. its fun!

[hottestroadkill]

i think chris flemings is one of the only comedians thats going to get into heaven

[littlealienproducts]

Hinge Head Cat (3 per set) by TheHingeHeadCo

[itreallyatemyhand]

I hate that the "x reader" or "x Y/N" style of fanfic has become sooooo popular, partially because it's just not for me and partially because they clog general non-fic related tags and those authors seem allergic to the "read more" function on this website, but ALSO because I believe that you should have to go through the trouble of creating an absolutely batshit self-insert character, with a backstory that makes no sense and a name that doesn't really gel with the aesthetics of the universe. Legolas and Aragorn should be in a love triangle with Kylie, the angsty sixteen year old half-human half-elf and inexplicable tenth member of the Fellowship. Do the WORK. If everyone was doing "Y/N" nonsense back in the day, there would be no Ebony Dark'ness Dementia Raven Way, or probably Bella Swan. These are important women. They deserve to be named, confusingly and with no regard for the fictional world they inhabit.