I've had like 3 new people follow me in the last 12 hours despite months of inactivity, so my question to all of you is, am I really that predictable.

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I've had like 3 new people follow me in the last 12 hours despite months of inactivity, so my question to all of you is, am I really that predictable.
gotta love a hometown hero!
Sneak Peak of The Path, S03E06, The Gardens at Giverny
Hehehehe
Ok so I wrote an extremely long vent and Tumblr ate it at posting. Just fucking kill me already
LEONARDO DA VINCIOUTLAWS of THUNDER JUNCTION Spoiler Seasonhttps://youtube.com/playlist?list=PLBqHkg0EwUobt3PxprjKYhMdVHi1yx3Fn&si=N2uQSysDl
you ever have those moments you're just chillin and listening to beethoven (as one does), when suddenly you recognize a bit from the super smash bros theme??
cuz i just had one of those moments, and lemme tell u, i am gobsmacked
The Be More Chill cast and creatives’ pettiness and sour graping throughout awards season has been an impressively bad look. I like this show. I wouldn’t have written some 30,000 words about it if I didn’t. But a tour de force meditation on humanity (or even teenagehood or mental illness) it is not. I don’t think it was ever meant to be any of those things, which is one of the reasons it was such fertile ground for fic writing for me.
But judgements of the show’s quality aside, there’s a way to critique the musical theater establishment that doesn’t hinge around painting your team as the downtrodden oppressed theater revolutionaries being beaten by the ATW bourgeois -- especially when BMC is a show about a white teenager’s experience as written by white men. There are people who are genuinely maligned in theater; most of them are not white men. (Dear Evan Hansen is also a white teenager’s experience as written by white men, but none of the creatives behind it ever pretended it was something other than that, or claimed their art was too special to be understood.)
It came off as sort of sanctimonious and entitled at first and then spilled into actual bad faith reading of other people’s actions. In isolation, none of these things would be that big of a problem, but in aggregate, they paint a picture of a team unwilling to accept any reception to their show that isn’t as glowing as their fans’. And sure, their fans are going to be impressed and urge them to ~keep spilling the tea~ but good luck regaining the good will lost from everyone else.