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you know....... butch emma-may who is gay about these bisexual men (fiddlestan)... yeah

#and she's always butch with fiddleford separately and she starts becoming more femme with stan separately #as she starts to feel more of stan's feminine genderqueerness #and stan's like whhwwhwhwhwhat no #until he just finally cannot deal with the fact that her femininity brings out a femininity in him #and the whole thing is very lovely and trans for everyone involved #emma may as somebody whose gender stuff fluctuates between different people she's with/attracted to #fiddleford as an ambivalently masc trans man who likes flowy hippie clothes as well #and his mechanic ness making her wanna express more butchly with him #she watches the duchess approves with stan and he explodes and they make out #stan genderqueer bisexual man who also cautiously starts doing drag #i am pondering...........................................#fiddlemaystan #fiddemmastan #emmafiddlestan

I am so tired of short-attention-span, trim-the-fat culture. All writing advice these days is for how to write like Chuck Palahniuk. "Cut 'think', cut 'feel', cut 'wonder' - only action, only pushing forward, show and move and move and move." What if I could emulate this style, and still don't want to? What if I want to write like Henry James, with three paragraphs of introspective musings between each dialogue line? The music advice is, "make it shortform, make it Tik-Tok compatible, make it punchy, hit the refrain as soon as possible." What if I want that 10-minute prog rock piece? What if I want that symphony? What if I want it slow and luxurious and lazy? Movies. Series. Poetry. Bodies. Everything is "trimmed trimmed trimmed trimmed, stripped bare, you have three seconds to win me over, make it airport chic." I don't want to win you over, then, I guess. I want the fat left it. I want the pleasure and the indolence and the indulgence. Fuck this art-advice that's always "your art needs Ozempic."

#writing #writeblr #fanfic #he rants #Not saying slow is better or worse. I am just saying let there be diverse styles. Editing should not be about homogenizing all writers #to whatever is the current IT-style. the beauty of art is about plurality. About perspectives. please for the love of god stop trying #to 'optimize' all media. trim trim trimming everything that makes things individual and complex and different and challenging.#'no one wants to read a whole page of daydreaming--' I do. I want to know the character's daydreams musings and inner voice #''think' and 'feel' takes you out of the immediacy'-- Good. not everything has to be VR-like action fiction. sometimes I can lean back #and watch characters patiently from far away and study them like bugs. Visceral is great. Ponderous and remote can also be great.#Every style is viable from an artist that knows of they're doing and is doing it with intentionality and skill.

Iron Lung and Project Hail Mary as "men who persevere against impossible odds and find courage in the depths of despair"

Versus Obsession and Backrooms "men will willingly stay in a literal horror movie situation over confronting their mistakes and taking responsibility for their actions"

#iron lung #project hail mary #obsession movie #backrooms #backrooms movie #ryland grace #simon the convict #simon iron lung #simon would have noped out of the backrooms so damn fast #i am trying very hard not to ponder a bloodymary backrooms au #mostly because i think grace and simon would not put up with that shit #rocky would both wish the wishing willows out of existence #and break the backrooms with his mere presence #eridians as natural horror movie counters go #obsession/backrooms people i apologize for the rambling #but this is tumblr

i genuinely think that it's so so valuable to have stories about people that have done horrible things existing. and getting better. and worse. forgiven and resented. seeing their crimes age with them, their weight shifting, shrinking, growing. is it redemption? further corruption? is it just existence?

you lived, now what? is i think one of the more interesting questions we can pose with fiction, and i think it's maybe one of the most powerful vehicles for conveying the notion that there is no point at which you stop being a person. the most unforgivable irreparable harms are caused by people making choices. and we will make bad ones and keep making them. you're not immune. no one you love is immune.

and crucially, we don't necessarily build a better world by defining criterion for forgiveness, redemption, punishment, penance. forgiveness is relational and as much about the person who has been harmed as it is about the culprit. punishment's effect is rarely improvement. societally, our ideas of redemption and penance are firmly rooted in legalistic notions of judgement — whether based on human morals or divine — where personhood and worthiness are contingent on ticking off boxes that we could argue endlessly about redefining and relitigating.

if you move the story out of that frame, though, it's not a story about "making it up." its a story about living. it's a story about making choices. it's about reflecting on the ones you've made. it's about their impact on your relationships, your sense of self. and i think that inherently has value.

you're going to fuck up. you're going to do something bad. you're going to hurt someone. you might be forgiven for it. you might carry it with you forever. you'll always be the person who did that, so long as you live. but you're going to live. you have not become a different category of person condemned to non-existence. you still have choices to make. you get to keep making them. that's the point.