Let Me Be Your Salvation

MISS FISHER’S MURDER MYSTERIES

It’s the change in Jack though that really makes the whole scene for me. He starts out as this serious, rigid, even dour man and by the end of the series he’s mellowed considerably by slowly allowing Phryne to bring out the very best in him. Look at how happy he is! He’s laughing and playing tennis ffs! I love this so much because so many stories are framed as a woman needs a man to teach her how to lighten up and have fun and this lovely show once again flips that tired idea upside down.

they took one look at essie davis in all her devastatingly beautiful splendour, with her bright eyes & laughter lines & apple cheekbones & freckled shoulders & charming smile & said fuck it phryne fisher is now a forty-something woman in her goddamn prime who has driven ambulances in the trenches & flown planes & scaled mountains & who is irresistably gorgeous & knows it ???

it honestly means so much to me that they did that. you see so many tiresome instances of young women being cast as older women & they just turned that on its head & the show is all the better for it. they don't try to make her look younger, they don't smooth out or cover up her laughter lines or the crinkles around her eyes or the creases when she turns her head or her upper arms or the freckles on her hands. they just let her be & she is so beautiful.

She’s radiant.

MISS FISHER’S MURDER MYSTERIES

me watching the Loki show now:

This is the nicest fandom you could hope to find. Everyone is so kind, generous and clever - though I’d expect nothing less from Miss Fisher fans.

Welcome!

Love those last two tags! Someone else said that ‘beep beep’ revealed more about Jack’s character than 1000 lines of dialogue ever could and it’s so true. War, time and a failed marriage he seems to shoulder all the blame for has made Jack the serious man he claims to be, but the adventurous, playful boy that he was is still in there and watching that aspect of his personality shine through whenever he leans in to Phryne’s hijinks is one of the great joys of this ship.

MISS FISHER’S MURDER MYSTERIES

I’m watching it right now and the slowburn is killing me

HOW

COULD THEY

gave me 

THIS

and especially THIS EXCHANGE

AND ESPECIALLY THIS SCENE

for the entire second season

ONLY FOR JACK TO PULL OUT LITERAL AZIRAPHALE-LIKE “YOU GO TO FAST FOR ME, PHRYNE” NOW????

ffs they both have fucking TEARS in their eyes

ffs Jack

why

I KNOW it’s classic slowburn/will they? won’t they? AND YET. I TOOK THE BAIT. I CAN’T. IT’S AWFUL AND YET SO WONDERFUL AKDHJHKFDSHJKFKA

requested by @whopooh

Not only to my actual mom, but to anyone else I can corner. There’s so much mutual respect, trust and love between these two that is deftly illustrated throughout the show with dozens of little touches, gestures and looks rather than overt declarations. It’s beautiful.

Phryne could barely conceal her delight when he climbed up on top of that stupid train beside her like one week after they met. In that early moment of shared whimsy, she already knew there were hints of a kindred spirit in there that she could work with, even if her catch-and-release self never could have envisioned falling at that point. I don’t even think that she believed in love until Jack.

To be honest this post was about game of thrones, but this the best description I’ve read about a show that had an awful ending.

I tried. I tried so hard not to let the eviserated rat poison my love for all the good that came before. First with Game of Thrones, which I was obsessed with first as books long before there was a show. I wrote headcanons, I listened to music I identified with my OTP (Jaime and Brienne, because I’m Boo Boo the Fool), I rewatched the best episodes. It didn’t work, no matter what I tried, bits of rat gore quickly leaked into every good memory and feeling I had about the characters until I quickly realized all I had left was rat guts and my bitterness. So, I cancelled HBO, got rid of all my GoT stuff, moved the fuck on (she lied. Sometimes I still think about it and get furiously angry all over again) and PRAYED the same thing wouldn’t happen with Supernatural when the time came.

And then it did. And it was so much WORSE. And my barely mended, character-loving heart shattered all over again. Only this hurt more than GoT because it was all so underhanded, shady and gross and Supernatural was much closer to my heart than GoT ever could have been. Dean... Dean meant the world to me. I’m the classic eldest daughter over-identifying with Dean trope. I have a brilliant little sister who is my ride or die. Everything about the show and it’s sensibilities were my exact aesthetic and I loved watching the characters grow beautifully through the years, forming the most amazing found family. Dean and Cas... I don’t even have the strength to write how stupid I feel these days for getting so invested in that or what they meant to me. I just... didn’t see any way we were headed for a bad ending, especially given the quality of the episodes leading up to the finale. My bar was so low. I just wanted Dean, Sam, Cas, Eileen and Jack to stay alive. Even if nothing else happened, that would have been enough.

And now, once again, all I have left is eviserated rat poisoning the 15 years of joy, creativity and laughter the characters brought me. I tried even harder to escape my bitterness this time since there was clear fuckery behind the scenes and it was never supposed to be this way. That and the show had infused so many aspects of my life after such a long run, at this point it would be like actually stripping away pieces of my personality. But, I have realized just recently that I have well and truly failed when I found myself frantically skipping tracks on a playlist of songs that have been my favorites for years because I long ago tied their lyrics to the show and characters. I find I never want to hear them again. I want nothing to do with anything associated with the show. No AKF t-shirts, no Impalas, no Kansas, nothing. It all just makes me instantly angry. Bitter isn’t even a strong enough word. It’s just too painful because all the worderful bits of cookie dough in the awesome ice cream that came before are just utterly shot irretrievably to hell and taste of rat. All I can see is Sam’s blurry wife, Cas’ erasure and that fucking piece of rebar. I know that’s a failure of imagination on my part, but I can’t get past it.

After going through that crushing feeling twice in so many years, now I find I’m hesitant to get invested in stories at all. If I feel myself liking something too much, I try to walk away from it because I just can’t do it again. I was watching an absolutely delightful Australian show with a slow burn ship to absolutely die for. I felt myself starting to get way too attached to these two idiots (like the goddamn clown I am) and I put on the brakes as fast as I could. I haven’t watched the last season, even though I badly want to, because I have that warm, happy feeling again when I think about this show and I can’t take the horror and agony of another brutal, nihilistic ending stripping it all away. Note: There is literally NO REASON to think it will end badly or the characters will die/be separated/be miserable because it’s really not that kind of show and others who have watched the whole thing don’t seem bitter about it... and yet.

I think I hate the writers of Game of Thrones and Supernatural the most of all for this. Not only did they steal all the positive emotions their own work brought me, they’ve also made me reluctant to let myself fully enjoy other stories for fear of another eviserated rat at the bottom of the container spoiling the whole thing.

So for a solid period of time, there was no official spelling of Castiel’s nickname. But Castiel himself pretty much exploded all over the fandom from the word go, in a way that was (amusingly) unexpected to the show’s creators (he was only supposed to be in like, three episodes I think? Originally?)

Anyways, fandom needed to spell this dude’s name (obviously) because there were fics and there was meta and Dean almost exclusively refers to Castiel by nickname. So, fans naturally assumed that since it was just a shortening, the way to go would be to cut it off with no extraneous additions. “Cas”.

Flash forward to when Castiel has more or less become an irremovable part of the show, and the official spelling of his nickname comes out as “Cass”.

Annoyance ensues.

Not only because this spelling seems counter-intuitive (where does the extra ‘s’ come from?), but also because - by this point - there are fucking tons of fanfics out there that have it spelled “Cas”. Now personally I think if there was a logical reason for it to be spelled “Cass” then there would have been more of a split in the fandom, with some people going back and changing the spelling on their fanworks, and other people not changing the spelling on old works but using the new spelling going forward, and just overall fewer people going ‘we recognize the council has made a decision, but given that it’s a stupid-ass decision, we’ve elected to ignore it’.

Instead, however, the situation was that fandom had been writing it “Cas” for a long time, “Cas” was the most logical way to spell it anyhow, and Castiel himself had become a recurring series regular in the first place because the fandom adored him. Without the fandom, he wouldn’t have been part of the show for the length of time it took to reach the point where the show’s creators suddenly decided to try and debunk the standard spelling of his nickname.

It would have been extremely easy and reasonable for the show’s writers to just stop spelling it “Cass” when they realized that the fandom had overwhelmingly decided on “Cas”. It wouldn’t have cost them anything, probably wouldn’t have even been noticeable since nobody even really considered that “Cas” would be an incorrect spelling, and is in fact what the actor who plays Castiel did himself. It would also just plain be a nice thing to do, since it would mean that fans who’d devoted hundreds of hours to writing fanfics or meta or creating comics/art with the single-S spelling wouldn’t have to suddenly consider revising their works. But this isn’t what the show did. Instead they revealed the ‘proper’ spelling to be “Cass”, and adamantly stuck to it.

While it might sound overblown for something to do with the spelling of a nickname, the vibe overall at the time really did feel like it was a quiet middle finger to Castiel’s fans. Nothing huge, but something akin to refusing to move to the side of a sidewalk whilst walking down it, and instead heading straight down the middle, so that everyone else has to step in the mud or onto the road to go around. It would have been easy and courteous to just take one step to the side, so it seemed like a dick move not to, a way of trying to cause everyone else a lot more inconvenience for no good reason.

Except, well.

Fandom did not step into the mud or onto the road. The SPN fandom pretty much just slammed their shoulder against the show’s writers while carrying on down their side of the sidewalk.