see the thing about iwtv is that i will always believe louis no matter what unless claudia says something different. then i believe claudia. lestat could tell me that it's raining during a thunderstorm and id need a peer review.

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see the thing about iwtv is that i will always believe louis no matter what unless claudia says something different. then i believe claudia. lestat could tell me that it's raining during a thunderstorm and id need a peer review.
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Perhaps a better way of putting my struggle with Bridgerton is that I love historical fiction that takes seriously the shape of a very different socio-political world and uses that structural underpinning to establish the stakes of the story. Only very few historical fiction authors ever really commit to this and instead seek to project our socio-political structures backwards to tell a story that to me obscures the genuinely interesting parts of history AND fails to say anything interesting in dialogue w our present. What if the aristocracy was ~diverse~? Should we call Bella Hadid? That's not an interesting proposition in and of itself! What if a girl was a feminist because the world is misogynist? Stop the presses! Call the news! Water is wet.
And like okay, listen, I get that Bridgerton is meant to be about non-white folks getting their fairytale romantic fantasy but you know what's sexier than a boring fairytale romantic fantasy retreading beats you've seen 100 times before in a story that's shoddily told? A GOOD AND WELL CONSTRUCTED STORY THAT MAKES USE OF ITS HISTORICAL SETTING TO SET UP REAL STAKES FOR THE CHARACTERS. I also get that Bridgerton is in ~dialogue~ or whatever with our present but to me it is in dialogue w the Tory party's current (hysterically funny to me) positioning of itself as thee most diverse party in England and therefore the representative of the true needs of its racial and sexual minorities, bc the show has literally nothing interesting to say in dialogue w contemporary racial politics or gender politics. So if it's disengaged from the present and disengaged from the past what in fucks name is it engaged with? Why even bother to make it. Why bother to do anything. Why make something when you can't even use the damn world it's placed in to say something remotely interesting about the characters.
And I wish this was just a bridgerton problem but rly speaking this is a problem with literally every single work of literary historical fiction I pick up today, never mind historical fiction in other genres and what is the point!!!!! What is the point of historical fiction if you're uninterested in the socio-political structures of the past shaping yr characters and simultaneously you have like a weird half-hearted relationship to the present! What is this total lack of commitment!
All of which is to say goddamn why can't everyone be Hilary Mantel*
*or even aspire to being like her versus whatever boring ass nonsense everyone is on rn
Myrna Loy
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I’M JUST SOME CUNT STANDING IN THE QUEUE OUTSIDEEEEE!!!!!!!!!
Well, it's a little glass-house, isn't it, Ruben? If I'm in the gutter, I hate to think of where you both ended up. The gutter is something you and your mum can only aspire to. The court case was convenient 'cause she could draw an imaginary line between past and present, and assuage her own responsibility in raising a fucking monster. "Oh, it's an illness" she would say, time and time again, "oh, it's just an illness, he can't help it." But when, on the fourth or fifth or even sixteenth time you stamp someone's head into the floor, does it stop being an illness and become some sick, sinister, fucking gleeful act of perverse violence? I've never once seen you show an ounce of remorse for what you did to that poor Alby boy, whose face I hear is still mangled, by the way. The callousness you possess is born straight out of your mother's heart. So, yeah, I hate her. I hate everything about her. I hate how she let you get away with near murder, but if I did anything minor she was on me like a rash. Turning my mother against me, squeezing the life out of me, because I was her second-chance child, seeing as how she so royally fucked up the first. But I mean, I don't expect her to be anything less than blinded by you. I mean, you hit her enough times to forget, didn't you? And the worst part about all of this is you are totally right. I would face 40 years in prison to walk in your shoes for a day. An hour, even. To feel what it must be like to be you. To look the way you look, to fuck the way you fuck, to talk the way you talk. Hell, they can lock the door and throw away the key for all I care, because I would be happy to lie back on the bed and feel what it must feel like to be the center of the universe for a change, rather than some cunt standing in the queue outside! I hate everything about you, and the giant shadow you cast, which seems to turn with the sun whichever way I'm walking. But that doesn't stop me wanting every bit of it! So yeah, I'm bitter. I'm bitter that I'm alone. I'm bitter that I have no money. I'm bitter that no matter how hard I try, how hard I work, sweat, and toil, I just can't find the click that's gonna make me happy. And I'm bitter that you went around apologizing to people and you didn't think about apologizing to me. And I'm bitter that I'm being blackmailed by some cunt. I'm bitter that I can't pay him off 'cause I'm broke, or threaten him because I'm too pussy. And I'm bitter that I had the whole world at my fingertips - scholarship, Oxford education, all of it - and I squandered it all thinking about you! I couldn't breathe. I couldn't do fuck all 'cause my mind was still reeling from that bastard court case. I couldn't get it out of my mind. Your words, your screaming as you left, that you would make me ugly. I've seen you make people ugly, Ruben! I know what it means! I lived in fear of you from that point on. Just imagining all the things that you might do to me. That you might tell one of your prison mates about me and they would come looking for me when they got out. I woke up in the night once convinced you'd bugged the flat, that you were monitoring my every move. I started to sleep in the garden. I wandered the streets pulling up phone wires. I went through about 30 pen lids, swallowing them down whole, because I would chew on them when I wrote, and throwing them away wasn't safe enough because you might find them and use my DNA to pin a murder on me. I ended up in a madhouse. I had to have an operation on my gut. Why? Because I was telling the truth!! And then you appear out of nowhere with a six-figure salary and a house and a girl and a car, HOW DARE YOU appear out of nowhere with a six-figure salary and a house and a girl and a car. So just be safe in the knowledge that when you're imagining the worst kind of revenge for me, nothing can come close to the damage that I've unleashed on myself. So go ahead, Ruben, fucking kill me. I don't give a fuck. I'm already dead.
*has a thought and has to scroll back to where I was on the tumblr dashboard to remember it*
"games are special.... because we... have stories to tell..."
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epitaph that reads "i wasn't even all here."
I don't want to escape the cycle of death and rebirth. I love it here. I'll be anything at all
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