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There's something deeply cathartic about putting Things My Mother Actially Said to Me in my fics.
"Why would he waste his time dragging you out of that nasty cave if he was just going to poison you?" The dragon mentally rolled his eyes, then paused his thoughts as something occurred to him. "...but if he is trying to poison you, then I would get to eat that horrid, stupid, bullying cow..."
Though the dragon tried to conceal it, through their bond Murtagh got the distinct impression that he considered mild poisoning an acceptable sacrifice. Just a little bit would suffice. Not even enough to make him ill. Just enough to force his partner to properly rest while he enjoyed his snack and the whole clearing to himself without any kicking or squealing.
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Not to be a bitch but sometimes people engage with fiction in the most boring way possible, and nowhere is this clearer than in videogames. Like what you mean you hate a character just because they were kind of abrasive when speaking to the player character? "They were mean to me" and it didn't occur to you to wonder why? Like, what might their attitude toward you reveal about the world? About the social dynamics within it? About their own perspectives and backgrounds and personalities? Does it even occur you to ask? Would you only have liked them if they bowed to your presence and talked about how great you are? Like I'm sorry but you're so boring. How boring fiction would be if it cathered to you
There's an awful trend in reading that's this CinemaSins kind of rejection of abstract concepts and suspension of disbelief, that makes people say it's bad writing when authors use descriptions that aren't immediately one to one with physical reality.
Like it's bad when a "tattoo is undulating" (as opposed to... "drawn in a wave like pattern on the skin"?), or when hair is "wet wheat from a late Summer field" (as opposed to "sort of brownish light yellow that dries lighter, but is not actual wheat stalks growing on someone's head but kind of reminiscent of the color and texture"?), or when when ice cream tastes like midnight at the fair" (as opposed to "ice cream flavour bringing back memories of undefined ice cream flavours that are individually popular but always tied to a memory of late evening at the fair ground and probably smelling vaguely like popcorn and sugar"?).
Please. We have to get back to understanding abstract descriptions that evoke feelings and memories and mental images or things we haven't experienced yet. This hyper utilitarian way of reading and judging text is killing fiction. it's robbing you of experiencing things you haven't actually personally experienced.
my vision of the great unified Omni Stratt where I graft her book and movie selves together with hot glue is that this woman is the most effusively warm, bleeding-heart, hopeful and loving person there has ever been. she likes her hair and clothes soft as can be, she listens to top 40 pop music, she's a singer in what little spare time she has, she likes boosting people's confidence, and she could almost wrap her arms around the entire planet in an embrace with how much love she has for every person on it. and, she is neither ignorant nor stupid. she's hopeful but a realist; she knows perfectly well that human nature is often violent and destructive and that the right choice isn't always the kind choice, it's just that knowing these things doesn't make her love her species any less or dampen her desire to be kind when she can.
she'll do anything she can to protect the world without hesitation, not doing so would be unthinkable, so she crosses boundaries and breaks her morals and contorts her soul and hurts some people to save a greater number of people. hurting people is difficult, but just letting the world freeze over when she has a chance to fix it is simply not an option, so she stores the guilt somewhere for safekeeping out-of-sight where she doesn't have to address it until she's done. if she felt all she was doing she'd crumple up and freeze forever, which would mean she would get less efficacious, and that's also not an option.
she's not a saint made of cold marble, she's not immune to the occasional mini power trip and she sometimes acts with the assurance that she already knows best without, yknow, actually checking if she really knows best first, but she gets no joy in cruelty for cruelty's sake. she gets carte blanche permission to commit any crime she wants for who knows how many years in a row and it never occurs to her to abuse that power for her own pleasure because for her that just wouldn't be pleasant. she'll bomb the antarctic without flinching then console her accomplice as he buckles under the remorse she is categorically not allowed to feel. she'll kidnap and conscript people into labor then make sure they never want for anything while they live in her domain. she'll see the prison sentence barreling ever towards her and never say a word about it. she'll give her friend the barest chance to say "yes" so that maybe he won't ever have to know that "no" isn't an option. it's her spark of hope, the mad idea that he'll be the first person to spare her a hard choice.
when she has to hurt him, it's the only thinkable choice available. she loves humanity too much to even consider lowering its chances, it would be the worst most selfish cruelty to not send him just because she doesn't want to, so she makes the arrangements and gives the orders and files the new guilt in that same ignorable dark corner. but when he goes down kicking and screaming and threatening and begging, when it's playing out right in front of her eyes, that she can't tuck away in time. it makes contact with her stupid heart and the sudden pang behind her ribs for the first time in years has her wishing with a kind of resentment that she could just make him agree. but she can't, obviously. she is neither ignorant nor stupid, she knows human nature, so she has to be right over being kind. towards him or towards herself.
she loves people, she loves warmth, she loves her team, she loves him, she loves the world, and she's ensuring that he'll never get to see it again. her heart overflows with bitter, angry, terrified empathy as she sends him away, and she feels it full-force as the most vile thing that's ever been done. it's just that the only thing viler would have been to let him stay.
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there's this ridiculously soulmatey line in the phm book when grace is just kinda idly wondering aloud about why human and eridian technology are at such similar phases of development, and without thinking about it much rocky responds "has to be, or you and I would not meet." which he goes on to explain as (paraphrasing here) "if either planet were less advanced then we couldn't have built interstellar ships, but if either were more advanced then we could have dealt with the astrophage problem from home, so we'd have to be at around the same level to both be here, that's the only way it would make sense." what it sounds like though is "oh, that's easy: the two of us had to meet so the history of both of our entire species lined up in preparation to make it possible." what kind of tau-ceti-crossed red-petrova-line-of-fate nonsense is this.
Y'all forgetting the OG
The above post is not the OG.
The original, as seen below, was posted on Facebook by a guy in Cincinnati. Someone else saw it and thought they would have more luck propagating it if they changed the city to “Detroit,” because in the American popular consciousness, Detroit is a more infamously blighted city than Cincinnati. And indeed, that version was the one that proliferated, because it resonated more with the people who saw it. The original poster and the original city were forgotten.
Does this really matter to anyone (besides Joshua Cromwell)? Perhaps not. But sometimes people do this with things that are more important than porches…
someone stole our fucking meme! can’t have shit in Cincinnati
easy to forget but book jon snow is great actually. he gets so drunk he cries in his first chapter. he's 16 years old and laser focused on loan negotiation. he keeps getting promoted against his will. he's the chosen fantasy protagonist with the worst genre awareness ever. he implements pro immigration social reforms. he has a giant albino pet wolf. he cuts a guy's head off. he thinks he invented cunnilingus. he's been dead for 15 years.

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on the topic. can we talk about how megan's music videos have cornered the market on the genre of like, absurdist erotic horror.
Thot Shit is the most obvious, its essentially a short film in which a powerful white man politician who enacts misogyny to women like megan while getting off to their bodies, is forced to go about his life unable to escape black women shaking ass in a hostile manner, and the video ends with a shot of the man having had his mouth surgically turned into a realistic sfx vulva. similarly, BOA is a short film clearly parodying creepypasta about haunted video games; three teens play a clearly haunted copy of "Curse of the Serpent Woman," and meg kills each of them, including killing a guy by literally crushing his face with her ass.
in Mamushi (probably the least absurdist), she's a shape-shifting serpent woman who seduces men at a sauna, kills them, and then her partner turns them into an undead army (in a scene inspired by a story from Akira Kurosawa's film Dreams). Roc Steady is a direct reference to Jennifer's Body, and it shows Meg being a quirky cheerleader who graphically kills and dismembers men. most recently Whenever is a music video that is literally set in a Salvador Dali painting (The Persistence of Memory), & while its less horror it is very absurdist in a specifically erotic way, with megan and her eroticism being associated with the strange, shifting room the music video takes place in, and is contrasted with a older woman who watches everything in quiet confusion. and that is accompanied by the repetition of "it's whatever, bitch," brushing off the need to make sense to other people.
commonality in all of these is how she blends horror, absurdity, and eroticism. her being sexy in these videos is not incidental to the horror or absurdism, and the horror isn't softened by her being sexy. the final shot of Thot Shit is genuinely unsettling; its a man with a vulva for a mouth, done with very realistic sfx makeup, clearly in horror himself. in BOA the deaths are depicted in a cartoony but still visceral way - the guy's face literally crushed by megan's ass, the girl's head blown up by being constricted by a snake. in Mamushi, megan swims through the water of the sauna, using her arched back to imitate a snake's movement in water. but when she turns into a giant snake, its just a Fucking Giant Snake. its huge and scary and a snake and it kills the guy who was admiring megan's beautiful human body. and then her victims are depicted as helpless bodies dragged away and repurposed, made into an undead thing for megan to order around.
erotic art isn't taken seriously as art. and incidentally, neither is/was horror and comedy for the most part. because all of these genres seek to create and explore certain felt experiences (desire, dread, humor) and historically art that "appeals to the base senses" is associated with the lower classes and "low culture" while art that "appeals to the mind" is associated with "high culture" (& there's plenty more to be said about all of that). megan's art specifically as a Black woman whose art is very Black and very erotic is often seen as shallow and "base." when people can't deny her obvious lyrical and performance skill, they try to separate her ability to write hard as fuck bars and deliver incredible flows from her identity as a freak bitch. so i find it really interesting how her music videos explore eroticism through horror and horror through eroticism and unites those two forces through absurdity, playing in the face of those who don't take her art seriously by actively making it a mindfuck that serves her own artistic purposes.
VAN HELSING (2004) dir. Stephen Sommers