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I fangirl about intellectual things. I pretend to be intellectual while secretly fangirling about fandom things (mostly Marvel, Brooklyn 99, Buffy, and Bond). I also post on current events, LGBTQ issues, and feminism.

Toastystats: Goncharov on AO3

The fandom for this 1973 film has seen a surprising resurgence as we near the movie's 50th anniversary. While the Tumblr fandom is especially active, I thought I'd take a quick peek at activity over on AO3. Keep in mind, of course, that because this was an older film, many more fanworks may have been posted in zines, or in early internet websites or mailing lists. I don't know how many of those have migrated over to AO3.

(Note: I grabbed this data just over 2 hours ago, and in the meantime, 18 new fanworks have been posted! These stats are based only on the first 40 works.)

Also viewable as Google Slides. Data is here; thanks to Flamebyrd's AO3 Work Stats bookmarklet for the fast data scrape.

(P.S. If you're confused by this, see here, or here -- where I made my original threat (in the tags) to do fandom stats.)

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Right now, and for a “limited time,” anyone in the United States between the age of 13 and 21 can apply for a free Brooklyn Public Library eCard, which gives access to 350,000 eBooks, 200,000 audiobooks, and online databases. (Normally, Brooklyn Public Library eCards are only free for people who live and/or work in New York state.)

I could have and access to  Brooklyn Public Library eCards this whole fucking time? I need to see what there audiobook library is like.

Nothing worse than your grandparents asking if you’re bringing a boyfriend to the family’s annual deer hunt, and you getting a little ticked off bc you’ve been openly gay for the better part of a decade so you impulsively respond “no I’m bringing my girlfriend” and get a nice apologetic response but UH OH - you haven’t had anything resembling a serious date since before law school and that was like five years ago so now you have to pretend to break up with your alleged girlfriend right before the trip and act all sad about it the whole time which is definitely a much worse fate than just ignoring some vague homophobia, and now your cousins also want details and your parents are like wtf who the hell is this mystery girl, when ALL you really wanted was an excuse to quietly sit in a deer blind for a few hours in November, wrapped in blankets drinking spiked hot chocolate and pretending to look for deer.

see, I love where you’re going with this. my first thought was absolutely “ha I’ve accidentally written myself into a fake dating trope romcom”

but then my second thought was that “hey random stranger, can you pretend to date me during my annual family reunion deep in the backcountry of texas where my very white southern family will be hunting large game for population control and you will be seeing a lot of dead animal symbolism as they uncomfortably stare at you” is literally the premise of a Jordan Peele horror movie

If we’ve been mutuals for more than two years you can claim me on your taxes as a dependent. If more than three you can use me as a reference in any context. If our mutualtrality has exceeded four years, you can summon once a day to your location to aid in a fight for 30 minutes.

Writing about a child rapist did not make Vladimir Nabokov a child rapist.

Writing about an authoritarian theocracy did not make Margaret Atwood an authoritarian theocrat.

Writing about adultery did not make Leo Tolstoy an adulterer.

Writing about a ghost did not make Toni Morrison a ghost.

Writing about a murderer did not make Fyodor Dostoevsky a murderer.

Writing about a teenage addict did not make Isabel Allende a teenage addict.

Writing about dragons and ice zombies did not make George R.R. Martin either of those things.

Writing about rich heiresses, socially awkward bachelors, and cougar widows did not make Jane Austen any of those things.

Writing about people who can control earthquakes did not make N.K. Jemisin able to control earthquakes.

Writing about your favorite characters and/or ships in situations that you choose does not make you a bad person.

It’s a shame that in this day and age these things need to be said.

Or, in short: the narrator =/ the author.

You know what else is a shame? This nowadays tendency of putting on the author the responsibility of teaching their readers morality.

Authors are allowed to write morally ambiguous characters.

Authors are allowed to write downright despicable characters - and guess what they are even allowed to make despicable characters charismatic and likeble and the protagonists of their stories if they wish - because absolute monsters exist only under the bed.

It is not up to the author to spoonfeed the readers about morality and Yes I know this character did a bad thing and I am going going to show it in the story and make other characters call them out of it and– Bullshit.

The authors should be able to write what they want without having thousands of people jumping and their throats claiming to know them, their ideas and their morality based on what they write.

It’s not up to the author to teach you about what is right and what is wrong.

It’s not up to the author to teach you about what is right and what is wrong.

The tags speak the truth.

rod serling

emperor kuzco was clearly gay

hes 19, with unlimited power, and he ain’t got a gf. the only time we see him interact with any women his own age is when he’s rejecting like 7 of them rapid fire. he pretends to date pacha in a gag that lasts like 10 solid minutes. listen to me god damnit

Okay, but just in case anyone is coming to tumblr dot com for my hot takes on 20+ year old kids' movies: Kuzco super WAS gay (or at least coded as such) and of course, I didn't get it until I watched it as a gay grownup.

He is played obviously camp and dramatic, for a start, and there is the aforementioned "hate your hair/not likely/yikes yikes yikes/let me guess you have a great personality" summary dismissal of all his potential brides. Then he spends dinner asking Yzma about Kronk ("so he seems nice? He's what, in his late twenties?") and otherwise being slightly obsessed with him.

Then there is the whole Adventure of Doom with Pacha, him being ever huffy about the Kiss of Life, and then the restaurant gag where Kuzco takes to playing Pacha's fake wife and dressing up in ladies' clothing with great gusto (reinforced by the waitress' "bless you for coming out in public" remark when Pacha says they're on their honeymoon). Then when he is finally de-llamafied, we don't see him paired off with the obligatory girl from the lineup earlier, as might otherwise be expected in a Disney movie. Instead he is still single, but goes to found family it up with Pacha, Chica, Kronk, etc, which dare we remark is a very queer trope.

In short, I have no idea how a Disney movie with no white people (all the characters are Indigenous/people of color), a gay king, cross-dressing jokes, and the most offbeat plot of all time actually ever got made (can you imagine the Family Friendly Mouse doing that today? Let us also talk about Kronk because he is a brilliant deconstruction of both toxic masculinity and the musclebound henchman stereotype.) Other than that this was the Chaos Hour of animated movies in the late 90s/early 2000s, and yes.

So yes. There you have it. I will not be taking criticism at this time.

In response to the question “How did a movie like this get made at all much less by fucking Disney?” there was a recent Vulture article that outlines the whole shit show of a history behind this film according to everyone (writers, directors, VAs, Stings) involved. The gist of the story is that they fucked up making a whole, true-to-form Disney musical that never came to see the light of day SO BADLY that Disney switched directors, locked the writer’s room, and didn’t review a single script until weeks after the film was in theaters.

Please, read this article if you have some time. This story is wild, and involves directors being pitted against each other Bake-Off style and a shockingly intimate documentary created by the wife of Sting who, himself was heartbroken by the decimation of the songs he wrote for the film including cutting a fantastic Yzma villain song sung by Eartha Kitt that is SO DAMN GOOD but would not ever have fit the more nailed-down Yzma we would eventually come to know and love. It’s so catchy though, I’m doubling up on calls to action but please listen now:

holy shit read the article. it’s worth it and completely batshit

holy shit read the

article. it’s worth it and

completely batshit

Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.

i just want to know how you got here, nyt reporter who had to issue this correction

It is a truth universally acknowledged that a single vampire of good fortune must be in want of a real estate agent. 

“Nothing is beneath the notice of my esteemed patron, Lord Dracula. Why, it was him that told me to find a bride among my fair cousins, and to bring them to him!”

While it's great if you can use the quarantine to learn a new language or write a book, it's also perfectly okay if all you can manage is scrolling through social media or binge watching Netflix. While it's great to make the most of this situation, for some of us just getting through it is an achievement by itself. So don't be too hard on yourself if you haven't managed to draw or write daily or if you have yet to dedicate hours to a new hobby. It's okay. You're doing good even if all you're doing is keeping yourself together.