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Say what you want about the representation in House but I genuinely love how they have Thirteen in relationships with women AND men. I've noticed a lot of bi representation only goes towards same gender relationships so it's really nice to see this.
fascinating how chase, generally speaking, is accepted to have loved cameron. sure, people say this was sad or misguided or a mistake, but that he loved her isn't in question. he loved her and he's sad that they broke up, and maybe it wasn't a "real relationship" and she never loved him back, but that isn't chase's fault.
fascinating how house, generally speaking, is agreed to have loved stacy or cuddy. sure, stacy took advantage and cuddy didn't treat him right, but house did love them and it's sad how his feelings were mishandled.
interesting how cameron is a bitch who never loved anyone and only uses people, who messes with people and gets off on their pain, how cuddy is heartless and abusive or too controlling and ambitious and selfish to love, how stacy is abusive trash and toyed with house. interesting how the men are allowed to have feelings and pine and love, and the women are heartless and cruel. how chase wanted a disinterested cameron, even though she initiated every single beat of their relationship; how house wanted cuddy, who toyed with him for her own amusement. interesting how fandom in turn "celebrates" women for being bitchy girlbosses who are too good for the men, because that's another way of removing their feelings, of refusing to let them matter, of turning them into props for the pain of men, a problem or wound to be fixed instead of people with feelings who loved and pursued and were hurt by their male partners too.
which could, you know. mean nothing.
The thing about Thirteen is that her entire life is about Huntington's. This is of course completely understandable, but what I think gets overlooked is that she was like this even before she got her diagnosis. When we meet her in S4, she is already living her life in a way that is about Huntington's: she is afraid, she is secretive, but she is also reckless and pushes herself. She claims that "not knowing" if she has Huntington's makes her brave and willing to do things that scare her, but... it's the same thing, right? She is living her life based on the potential of Huntington's, pushing herself based on the possibility of it. In S5, all that changes is that now she knows.
Thirteen has always had a self destructive and reckless streak. We see it mostly in S5, as she is depressed and spiraling about her diagnosis, but she was a risk taker before, too. She takes pilot lessons; she takes a fellowship with a famously abrasive and unkind boss; she likes to travel to far-off places alone. I wouldn't go so far as to say she's "putting herself in dangerous situations," there are also ways to push yourself and try new things that don't involve verbal abuse and plane crashes, right? In S5, Thirteen's destructive streak turns inward, and she starts to drink, use drugs, and intentionally put herself at risk. It also turns outward: there is an aspect, House points out, of her sleeping with women that involves her wanting to... perhaps not hurt them (she isn't abusing women), but control and dismiss them. She ghosts her partners, she uses them for sex. We even see shades of this with Foreman: he grows upset that she shows up late to her trial appointments and isn't taking it seriously, only to later find out she's following his instructions to the letter. But Thirteen also happily lets him assume she doesn't care, isn't taking her medicine. On some level, she wants to hurt people. She wants to upset them. Because it gives her agency and power, to be the one in control of her relationships. While it is completely understandable of Thirteen to have this depressive spiral, to be upset and a bit self centered, let's not pretend she isn't also an asshole. She's selfish, she's unkind.
She gets better, thankfully. Last Resort was a wake up call, and her relationship with Foreman offers her some much-needed stability, which in turn leads to a reduction in her recklessness and self-destructive streak. But it doesn't entirely fade. We see in S6 that when hurt by her breakup, she cuts ties and flees to Thailand (a pattern of Thirteen's); we see in S7 when confronted by her brother's request, she cuts her phone lines and tries to handle it all alone. When pushed, Thirteen reverts to that "I'm not hurt, you are, I'm fine and will do this myself" mentality that is a form of control: when stressed, what matters most to her is always to maintain her own agency over everything else, to push people away and make reckless decisions.
We see her start this pattern again in After Hours, and just as fascinatingly, see Chase cut through it completely (perhaps because he also tends to cut and run and protect himself when shit hits the fan -- kind knows kind). Unable to push him away or insist she is fine and dandy, Thirteen instead collapses and opens up, something Chase is eager to reciprocate. It is a pattern we've seen before: she similarly denies House's prodding about her brother, only to collapse. Last Resort is much the same.
So that's Thirteen's pattern, right? Assert her agency at all costs, test herself by taking risks and pushing her relationships and safety to the limits. Make everything about her death sentence, even before she knows she's dying. She tends to be selfish; she tends to be self-centered. Most of her relationships are about her getting support -- from House and Foreman in particular -- instead of giving it. I want to stress I don't say this to bash or attack her. It's completely understandable. But she's very reactionary. She's so wrapped up in her own reactions and fears and death that it doesn't leave much room for anything else. She can be incredibly kind, incredibly empathic, but we also see she over-invests in patients, falls in love with the dying only to lose interest when they recover and she will not.
Thirteen also wants to "make an impact" on the world. She views her job as a means of this, as a way of being remembered and leaving her mark. She worries about dying and being forgotten; knowing her feelings towards her mother, I would not be surprised if she's also afraid of dying and being hated. She wants to be a good memory, a positive one. But she struggles with manifesting this. she keeps pushing people away; her focus on her image and control of herself. That isn't to say it's a selfish desire -- she IS a genuinely kind person when she allows herself -- but it also isn't a desire she's really able to follow through with in a meaningful way, yet.
And that's why her ending is so wonderful.
By S8, Thirteen is much more stable. She has friends and a support structure, she has come to terms with her disease. She has fallen in love with a woman named Amy, and even though Amy has no lines, just at a glance we can tell this is a much more stable relationship than we're used to: they lie at home, at ease, lounging on a sofa, instead of partying or drinking or at a bar, instead of in bed post hookup. It's a little thing, but it's something we've never seen from Thirteen before: relaxation. Domesticity.
But she's also not entirely happy. Now that she has settled and her mental health has improved, she has gone back to her desire to "make a difference". She wants to work for House again to do so; she tells him she feels obliged to use her abilities and talents to help others with the time she has left. And House fires her, and orders her to be selfish.
This seems contradictory, right? Thirteen has often been selfish in the name of self-protection; now she is being selfless and told it is wrong. Except "obligation" is not the "right reason" to help others. Creating a positive legacy is not the right reason. What's important is Amy. What's important is Thirteen living her life and being happy, not -- once again -- defining herself by her disease: I will do reckless things because I might be sick; I will do reckless things because I am sick; I will help others because I am dying. It is of course noble to help people! But what's more important is for Thirteen, for once, to live her life independent of her Huntington's. To retire to some beach in Greece with her girlfriend, to be a normal woman, not one in a constant battle against herself.
She chooses love, not a legacy or fear or Huntington's. For the first time on the show, Thirteen isn't reacting to someone else or the hands of fate or the inexorable march of a fatal disease, but simply for herself. Simply to be happy. Simply to be with Amy.
"THERE IS NO FRIEND INSIDE ME, THERE IS NO PLUEY, AND THERE IS NO DELTARUNE TOMORROW."
Going back and forth between styles is fun
this panel was so beautiful i had to take a stab at redrawing it,,
original post panel under cut:
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starting a collection for my anthropology class can you guys send me more posts like these
Here's a few I have
Caribbean Lady Bracknell was such an inspired choice and truly put the fear of god into me because that woman talks EXACTLY like my aunt
Such privileged ignorance you're displaying and you don't even realize it. I personally know people who cannot go outside on their own property at night because cartels and coyotes use the area as a smuggling route and they will shoot you if they see you. I personally know people who have had their homes broken into and ransacked by border crossers. I personally know people who, when they tried to involve law enforcement in stopping these things, ended up having to leave their homes because the cartels didn't appreciate it and sent people to kill them.
This is not a figment of right wing imagination, this is reality for people who live in the southern half of my state.
And that's to say nothing of the impact this open border has on the immigrants themselves. Kids turn up in the desert abandoned because the coyotes decided they were slowing the group down and we don't always find them while they're still breathing. The desert is littered with trees that have chains nailed into them and plan b packages scattered on the ground because that's just part of the price women and girls pay their coyotes now. Oh and when they do make it to their destination, they're usually in so much debt to the coyotes and cartels that they're essentially enslaved to work it off.
You have no idea what you're talking about. I'm about as pro legal immigration as you're ever going to find in any party but this open border and unrestrained illegal immigration is killing people. As far as I'm concerned, pretending it's all imaginary makes you complicit in that.
tbh "there is nothing wrong will illegal immigration and we should just look the other way" is just as uncaring about said immigrants as separating families and deporting asylum seekers.
maybe some day both the right-wingers and left-wingers will realize that we could just. reform the legal immigration system to make it easier for every immigrant to come here safely and legally. instead we're presented this false dichotomy of "let nobody in" vs "let everyone in".
the thing all sherlock holmes adaptations get wrong is making the guy an irredeemable asshole who treats everyone like shit . not only is it not reflective of the original stories they miss that “nice, smart, well mannered dude who snorts coke when he needs to think” is possibly the funniest character ever devised
I feel like the modern equivalent is that guy you think is super well put together until you find out exactly how much red bull he ingests on a regular basis.
Modern Sherlock is that very nice English Professor-seeming guy who you bring a problem and while walking from the door of his office to his desk he starts explaining the entire solution you need
And upon reaching his desk he’s like “Excuse me one moment.” and pulls out one of those huge Monster canisters they legally aren’t allowed to make anymore, cracks the whole thing, chugs it, takes a deep breath, and then nods at you and is like “Alright, and then what you need to do is…”
Imagine how much better the dynamic of bbc sherlock could have been if they did this.
why even modernize it to energy drinks??? coke didn’t go anywhere. we still have coke. energy drinks aren’t NEARLY chaotic enough.
Its is more like you hiring some guy to do private investigation about how your husband maybe cheating on you and Sherlock comes to your house high as fuck. Walks into your living room and without taking a moment to even talk to you or sign any paperwork, he turns around—pupils as big as god—and just says
“Its your best friend Brenda. I’ll email you the invoice.”
and walks right out of your house.
Because when it was written cocaine was legal and even considered healthy and useful by some laypeople, even though doctors knew it wasn’t, and Watson was always trying to stop people from encouraging Sherlock’s addiction because HE KNEW BETTER.
So consider this, Holmes, at 2am, desperately searching the flat for the stashes of NOS cans, only to keep coming up with passive aggressive pamphlets about the dangers of caffeine overdose.
Watson wakes up to a stench like Satan’s ass to find Sherlock sitting by his bed with a re-heated pot of cold brewed Deathwish Coffee that had been hidden in the back of the toilet tank (brewing) for five months. Sherlock is trying to say he’s proud of John’s cleverness in finding most of the stashes, but he’s passed into the fifth dimension and all John gets is a creepy vibrating grin and a sound like a shaken cat.
TLDR, Sherlock did die when he fell off the Falls, but he was so coked up his body didn’t stop moving until like a decade later.
Sherlock as one of those cryptid types the baristas talk about (there’s a post floating around somewhere) who comes in and orders a venti with as many shots as they are legally allowed to add, plus a few more for good measure (and a hefty tip) and then adds energy drink on top of it before chugging the whole thing, to the absolute horror of the cafe staff.
This is the kind of Sherlock Holmes discourse I demand on my dash. Bring me more!
Further discourse! Everyone is missing the fact that Sherlock used cocaine to “escape from the commonplaces of existence” when he didn’t have a case. The drugs are a substitute. Which means that when you hire him he’s stone-cold sober and JUST AS WEIRD.
So it’s more like realizing that your flatmate with the caffeine/sometimes drug death wish will only chill the fuck out when he has some strange mystery to unravel, so you spend your free time scouring reddit posts that might actually feature a real missing person. Or a ghost. You really don’t care which at this point. When you finally find something your flatmate is THRILLED and straight up stops eating because he thinks he can survive on intellectual curiosity alone, and yeah that’s not good, but it’s better than what he was doing to himself before. Your success is comparative, okay? You stick around for the meeting partly because you’re curious, partly because this is your home too remember, and partly because you’ve found that writing up these insane excursions helps pay off your student loans. Your Patreon is thriving. The entire time your flatmate is interviewing this poor SOB he keeps breaking into manic grins and you’re kicking him under the table, trying to help him remember that others aren’t happy about a death in the family. Halfway through he pulls a cigarette from a stash in his smelly bedroom slipper, offering the client one and yeah, that’s very nice, but… no. No thank you. He’s dressed impeccably and has a violin worth millions just lying on the floor, but the flat as a whole looks like a tornado just blew through and there’s something growing on the walls beside the makeshift lab. Is he rich? Dirt poor? Impossible to tell based on the surroundings. The entire time he rattles off observations about the client not at all related to the case and his continuing good mood depends entirely on how impressed the guy is. If he mentions “magic tricks” or “I saw that on Youtube” you’re prepped for damage control.
By 8:00pm you’ve finally convinced your flatmate to look up from his research and go half on a pizza, but the second it gets there he shrieks in excitement and runs out the door, demanding that you follow with your legally dubious gun. You apologize profusely to the delivery guy and double his tip, begging him not to call the cops. No, not because you’re afraid of arrest, you just know the head of the local precinct and he’s a pain in the ass.
You run after your flatmate knowing damn well you have to be up early tomorrow because despite maintaining a private practice you still don’t make enough to get your own apartment.
You are living your best life.
Kim Addonizio, from Lucifer at the Starlite: Poems; “You with the crack running through you”
[Text ID: “I wanted to put / my mouth on you / and draw out whatever toxin… / —but I understand. There are limits to love.”]
Too bad the prophet Cassandra never met Odysseus
They say if she made a prophecy Nobody would believe her
I’ve gotta say, that is exactly the kind of stupid thing that probably would circumvent a curse.
Cassandra: YOU ARE ALL GOING TO REGRET THIS SO MUCH YOU DON’T EVEN KNOW.
Odysseus: Regret it why?
Cassandra: You won’t believe me if I tell you. If I prophecy, nobody believes me. That is my curse.
Odysseus: … I’m Nobody. Fill me in.
*A couple of months later*
Odysseus: HELLO PENELOPE, I AM HERE PRECISELY ON TIME AND NOT YEARS LATE incidentally I rescued and adopted a Trojan seer while I was away, she’s great, got me home really fast, Cassandra this is your new mother who’s not going to treat you like shit.
Penelope: … I’m going to need more details, but okay, sure.
Cassandra: *in tears* I love you, new family.
Cassandra: Penelope, I’ve had another vision.
Penelope, sighs: Go tell your father.
the original? on my dash?
National Theatre is streaming their rendition of The Importance of Being Earnest by Oscar Wilde this week for free on YouTube. The production is a delight.
This show is one I constantly return to as a theatre educator for middle/high school, and it is MUCH better enjoyed when performed rather than on paper.
Whatever the opposite of rolling in his grave is, Oscar Wilde is doing it
I just found out they also have accessible BSL (British Sign Language) and audio description versions. The closed captioning has also been done correctly (a bare minimum many YouTube videos do not meet).
if you came up to me and said you're in a time loop, i would believe you every time
if you came to me and said you were in a time loop, i'd believe you every time
if you told me you were in a time loop, i would believe you every time
if you ever told me you're in a time loop, i'd believe you every time
wait, why does this feel familiar?
if you came to me and said we were in a time loop, i'd believe you every time
wait, why am i getting deja vu?
if you came up and told me we were in a time loop together, i'd believe you every time
wait..... oh.
let me guess, we're in a time loop. i know. what are we gonna do?
yeah yeah, we're in a time loop together. i know. what are we gonna do?
i told you twice already, i know. we're in a time loop together. so, what are we gonna do?
so, we're in a timeloop together. what are we gonna d-
...what? you don't remember?
hey. do you... remember the time loop?
hey, i'm in a time loop! you have to believe me, please!
if i came up to you and said i was in a time loop, would you believe me even once?
in the brief period of time where the notes separation thing was in effect, someone came through and liked every single version of this post and i just wanna say, what the fuck and thank you for that
The prompt was ‘detention.’
reblogging with cute tags that make me happy <3
NEVER GIVE UP even though most people see their ships on this piece because the characters faces arent visible, this artwork sent SO MANY people looking for who the characters were, reading my comics, sending me asks, and falling in love with Sully and Caro just like me. It's been an amazing ride. DO IT! Post your ocs!
xoxo raptorjules
Today's aesthetic: when a cat decides it's going to make a very difficult or precise jump, spends several minutes examining the problem from all angles and warming up its muscles and minutely adjusting the positions of its paws and such, then proceeds to totally eat shit.
This is such a delightful genre of slapstick. I just googled "cat jump fail gif," and that was a few minutes well spent.
