Howdy. 👋🏻 Just a lil notice that this blogger has moved - you can now find me @druidbutch! I now go by Leigh, and my pronouns are they/he.
I was on this blog for 11 years, starting when I was a high school junior in 2008. Some of the highlights of those years include my first long term relationship (with a man I eventually married), figuring out I’m queer, and starting cosmetology school.
Things have changed dramatically for me since I gradually left tumblr in 2019. The biggest thing is that I accepted that I’m a lesbian when I realized I hated being stuck in quarantine hanging out with that man I married, so he and I divorced and no longer speak. When I came back to tumblr last year, I decided to start fresh away from this space where I recorded so much of my pain.
Being a lesbian has made my life better in every way, and on top of that, I recently married my best friend! I’m much happier with my life overall, I’m more functional, and I even like myself sometimes. So come say hey over at the new blog if you’re still around, I’m much more fun to be around these days.
the safety town goof from the MBMBaM tv show is fucking gold, but I was rewatching it and half the comedy comes from the dramatic camera angles and “in the hall of the mountain king” blasting in the background
which is good
but I’m just saying, it must have been either deeply disturbing or completely hysterical to hear, one quiet sunny afternoon in Huntington, West Virginia, a baton scraping on the ground in the distance and someone screaming “NEW DUCKBERGGGGG!!!! COME OUT AND PLAY!!!!!” at the top of their lungs
just. out of nowhere. the zombie apocalypse is here, and you’re scanning the streets looking for enemies, and in the distance you here the tiny engine of a fake gas-powered car meant for a child echoing off the buildings. haunting
Career aspiration: a merry middle aged aunt from a Jane Austen novel who is slightly social unaware, moderately wealthy, and always ready to whisk her neices and young female relations to town and gossip about everyone’s engagements.
I hate this “no spoilers” culture that we live in right now. Producers and writers are so terrified of fans predicting the ending to their works to the point that they’re making nonsensical endings to their narratives. They’re messy, out-of-character, and outlandish, but, hey! at least they’re unpredictable!
Rian Johnson, The Last Jedi — completely ignored & disregarded the 3-film narrative arc J.J. Abrams has planned out for the sequel trilogy, and instead developed his own messy narrative full of subversions for the sake of subversion, and completely disrespected the legacy of Luke Skywalker’s character (Mark Hamill himself has reported several times that he doesn’t recognize the character).
Russos, MCU — give out fake scripts, actors play against green screens and are cut & pasted together in post, show fake/edited scenes in trailers, throw away previous character development (Thor, Ragnarok vs Infinity War and especially Endgame).
D&D, Game of Thrones — throw away a decade of foreshadowing and character development for shock value, not to mention they missed a whole ass Starbucks cup in a shot in 8x03 (either on set or in post, somebody should’ve noticed this).
I’m sick and tired of this. It’s not good writing, and it’s no longer entertaining to fans when the characters they know and love become complete strangers. There’s good shock value — “No, I am your father,” for example — and then there’s ignoring years of character development and turning a kind and caring character into a murderous maniac. There’s a difference, and I think writers still know what that difference is, but they’re pressured to create an ending that fans can’t predict because of this mass panic over “no spoilers”.
This needs to stop. Give me a happy ending. Who the fuck cares if we guess what comes next? That means the writers have done their fucking jobs. If we can guess what comes next that means the writers have successfully developed their characters and foreshadowed future events as you’re supposed to do in a well-written narrative.
No spoilers? Sure. I like to experience narratives without being spoiled. But don’t make the narrative unrecognizable by the ending. It’s just not good writing.
Can you come up with a definition of pansexuality that is entirely different from bisexuality without any mention of trans or non-binary people?
Pan-Sexuality has still not become commonplace.
Like “polyamorous” the people who don’t like labels aligned sufficiently with the people who don’t like sex, the term struggles with stigma.
Bisexual has become an increasingly suspicious term to me, I associate it with heterocapitalists.
Pansexual meanwhile I like the evocations of pan, Goat-deity and/or sweeping, but its imprecision makes it difficult to use socially. “I’m open-minded.” “I’m liberated.” Both have roughly equivalent meanings with proper intonation and move away from the formal, didactic “____sexual” world where everything has a category (for better statistical analysis).
