Tell a Braver Story

Children’s sad beige room but the rest of the house is very colorful and eclectic. That’e just the kind of thing the kid likes and their parents respect that

The kid wears a tweed jacket and a pair of thick-rimmed 1950s style vintage glasses (regardless of need) and brings their snacks to daycare in a tiny leather briefcase.

When I was four beige was my favourite colour. I was very insistent about it.

@kedreeva

i hope i am not just a mutual to you but also someone who makes banger posts

saw something that was like “look at the state of kids these days!! teddy roosevelt was reading three hundred books a year” yes functional illiteracy is awful right now but teddy was the spiders georg of like everything. overcome asthma via becoming a gym bro? survive a presidential assassination? follow an amazon river source? whip up a volunteer regiment for a war? he is an outlier adn should not be counted

@siena-sevenwits saw this post in the wild and immediately thought of you :)

hermes in hadestown is the exact opposite of an unreliable narrator. a tortured narrator. a little *too* reliable. incredibly aware of exactly what is happening at any given moment, vaguely spoiling it for you in the beginning, despairing every second of it. but ultimately motivated to continue to tell the story over and over and over with a smiling face for the sake of the audience, and for the sake of the characters themselves, singing it again to keep them alive. knowing how it will end, but singing it again so that the cycle may restart and eurydice may come back to life. enduring the misery of it all, over and over, holding the knowledge of what will come to pass but continuing anyway to see orpheus happy just one more time before it all goes down in flames again.

To be fair imagine you just arrived in 2018 from Victorian England and discovered Take On Me, what are you supposed to do, not blast it loud enough for your family to hear it all the way back in 1876?

Modern day adaptation of the “all young ladies keep a journal” scene from Northanger Abbey where Tilney clocks Catherine as a Tumblrina after only ten minutes of speaking with her (there’s no other way she could’ve picked up those speech patterns) (he knows this because he’s been on Tumblr since Dashcon)

Catherine’s questions about John Thorpe’s taste in books are utterly dismissed and it instead becomes clear that he’s something of a film bro. He then proceeds to go on a fifteen minute rant about the genius of The Wolf of Wall Street and seems on the verge of showing Catherine his Letterboxd until Tilney intervenes by loudly proclaiming that his favorite Scorsese movie is his obscure 1973 mafia film Goncharov