people always say that “hate breeds more hate” but they only ever say it to minorities with justifiable anger towards their oppressors and never to the actual oppressors
on a scale of one to (500) days of summer how much do people completely misinterpret what you’re trying to say
Romeo & Juliet
The Great Gatsby
And we have a winner.
dean would be so angry about how much he likes cas though
cas is just sitting there and he’s drinking tea and reading a book about something stupid like bees and dean just walks over like “yOU KNOW WHAT, FUCK YOU. I DONT NEED THIS. I DONT NEED THIS RIGHT NOW, YOU AND YOUR FUCKING SWEATER, AND YOUR FUCKING BOOK ABOUT BEES, YOU’RE AN ASSHOLE YOU KNOW THAT”
and cas looks really sad like ‘oh no dean is angry what do i do’ and then dean feels so bad he just kisses him (◕‿◕✿)
so I’ve just discovered soundrown, it’s sort of like rainymood except there’s 10 different sounds that you can listen to and combine to create whatever sort of environment you want (i.e. campfire and night, which is quite lovely)
are you telling me i could listen to the sound of a coffee shop on fire
when we talk about women in refrigerators it’s not always something super literal
i don’t imagine in writers room across the globe they’re all sitting there like “well we’re out of ideas let’s fridge another one” (but maybe they do i have no idea)
but what’s happening consciously or unconsciously writers are deciding that women are more valuable dead then alive. this goes way back. this is poe saying there’s nothing more poetic than the death of a beautiful woman. this is a dozen pre raphaelite paintings of ophelia drowning because they found her suffering erotic. this is the first reaction to laura palmer’s body being found being, “she was so beautiful.”
fuck this. fuck this.
i’m sick of writers getting passes. fuck this. our strong women are taken from us. we don’t get survivors. we don’t get triumph. women get chopped into artistic little pieces for the male heroes to choke own because we’re more valuable this way. because this way you don’t have to worry about our hopes and fears and opinions because we’re dead and dead women tell no tales. they can’t speak out against injustice because men took their tongues. and they think it’s beautiful. death, the ultimate passivity, the ultimate waiting room, is the most beautiful thing of all. there’s nothing more poetic than the death of a beautiful woman.
women matter. they matter when they are living. not listening to women while they’re still breathing is a failure and should not be regarded as anything else. it is a failure with very serious effects
#it’s a combination of this I think and the desire to see men punished #women are punishments the same way they are rewards #you love your hero? give him a beautiful girlfriend #you want to see him punished? or you want to see him in pain? or you need to motivate him towards your story? #take that woman away #kill her brutally and make it his fault #make him feel it #it’s because men are the Subject and women are the Object #men are the Self and woman are the Other #they don’t put themselves in a woman’s shoes because they are quite literally unable #they don’t see women as people or as fully realized characters so they are fully comfortable killing them off because it very much does not matter to them #maybe they feel a pang of sadness #but it’s the hero’s sadness they feel #they mourn his loss not her death #they feel empathy for his pain not her death #so much of the time she does not even rate consideration as a factor #and it’s fucking disgusting
This is true. But somehow what sticks with me is the idea that a woman character is more valuable to the story dead than alive. Nothing the character might say, nothing she could do, no relationships she could be part of, are as interesting to the writer as the effect of her death on a male character.