rumi was a 13th century muslim poet and all of the episode titles of part 1 of the get down are direct quotes from this poet and nobody ever even talks about this……yall know this makes the get down literally the most important show of our time…..it is so culturally rich and diverse and if you think representation matters you better watch it……
i mean this makes dizzee a young black bisexual graffiti artist and musician who is passionate about 13th century muslim poetry, growing up in the 70′s in the bronx and i just cant even fathom how anybody would be emotionally capable of cancelling a show featuring a character as diverse, beautiful, and important as that….unfathomable………
I love how netflix shows always get a lot of hype and rarely get cancelled (if never) YET the one show that’s only about the black and latinx community doesn’t get any support aaand get’s cancelled after 1 season, mmm wonder why
What she means:
“Okay listen, the show Freaks and Geeks was really great, it was funny and well cast and it let you really get to know and love the characters as though they’re your friends too and not just part of some tv series, the show really had some depth to it and the characters went through stuff we can all relate to, it wasn’t just some cliché high school show either, there were cheesy moments but that happens in real life too, the show was way ahead of its time and I can’t believe there’s only 18 episodes, how can you cancel such a great show after only one season?”
Here’s why. This all started with his greedy ass. Annalise lost her baby because he wanted money so Sam blackmails him into killing Lila and the rest is history. But go on, keep blaming Wes and Annalise WHO HAVE BEEN DOING EVERYTHING TO FIX THIS!
So, regarding the efforts to save Still Star Crossed.
I work with internet marketing and there’s one thing that fandoms usually ignore: THE POWER OF FREAKING GOOGLE SEARCHES.
Remember that ABC is a corporation of the 21st century. As such, they’re most certainly keeping an eye in every single detail of their online presence.
Let’s say that they start to notice an increase in their website traffic coming from people who searched for SSC related keywords on Google (they get this data from analytics and google webmaster tools). These reports on website traffic are sent to the board of directors (or to the head of the marketing sector) at least once a month.
But why would this be more important than, say, a twitter trend? Well, because networks KNOW that it is always the fandom that organizes twitter trends and hashtags. How many shows have we seen being cancelled even tho the fandom trended and trended and petitioned?!
But google searches show the interest of the COMMON PUBLIC in the show. It’s what your grandmother or your aunt or anyone NOT into fandoms would do if they had interest in knowing more about a tv show. It’s what I used to do before I got into fandoms.
So please, if you have the chance: search on google for the show and CLICK ON THE ABC WEBSITE IN THE RESULTS. If you see an ad from them, click on it (chances are that they have better reporting from ads than from organic clicks). Do it on every computer and device yku can put your hands on. Do it with incognito mode. Do it from different browsers. Do it on public libraries, at work, home, school. On your mom’s computer/phone.
Some search suggestions:
“Romeo and Juliet sequel for tv”
“Rosaline Capulet”/“Benvolio Montague” (basically any character name from the show - avoid names from the original play)
“Still Star Crossed book adaptation”
“Abc romeo and juliet”
“Abc Shakespeare show”
“Still star crossed cast”
“Still star crossed watch”
“Still star crossed episodes”
I was originally going to make a YTP-thing like I sometimes to with Jontron but sentence mixed with my own thoughts on the matter, but you didn’t ask for that. You all just wanted my two cents so here it is.
The entire video is about what the title implies; respect. Sounds fine and dandy, but then you look at the elephant in the room that is who the respect is intended to be directed at. Felix Whatshisname paid five bucks to poor individuals in India to write a joke that he knew there would be consequences for, (he wanted to test the boundaries of Fiverr’s system, which it does indeed have but the individuals didn’t know English very well so it’s more of a test of language barrier. If he wanted to test boundaries in English Rog Rogerson is literally next door) and he got them.
The consequences he got included getting the individuals temporarily suspended from Fiverr (until he begged them to let them back on I’ll give him that), getting people to think he’s a Nazi given the atmosphere in this hell year, Disney/Maker Studios suspending his partnership, and YouTube Red cancelling his show. How did he react to said consequences? “IT’S A FUNNY MEME,” “I’M NOT ANTISEMITIC OR WHATEVER,” “THE WALL STREET JOURNAL IS CALLING ME A NAZI!”
While there was some acknowledgement that he himself fucked up, most of it was focused on the wrong things, which is why people are still mad. So, how how did Mark react to the people still being mad at him? “RESPECT HIM, WE ARE ALL EQUAL, I DON’T CARE IF YOU’RE JEWISH OR WHATEVER YOU GOTTA TREAT OTHERS THE WAY YOU WANT TO BE TREATED.”
But what about him, Mark? He’s treating others that way and it’s fine, but if he gets treated that way it’s suddenly a moral issue? Your morality is ass backwards.
I don’t think this will make much of a difference but you said things about criticism on your blog before so @markiplier here is some criticism.
Also was the *drops mic* at the end of the video’s transcript really necessary?
My thoughts and prayers go out to everyone that was at the Ariana Grande concert in Manchester this evening 💔.
I’m getting sick over this situation. I can’t believe how insensitive some people are acting right now. They’re saying how they’ll be pissed if Ariana cancels their show or the rest of her tour. WHAT THE FUCK?!?!?!? People DIED at her show tonight. I would hold nothing against her if she did either action. Do you know how she must be feeling right now? Knowing that some of her fans died at her concert. Parents might have just lost their children tonight. When people go to a concert, they go to have fun and a good time. This type of violence is the last thing on their minds. God, just imagine the grief some people are feeling right now, whether a loved one died or is missing.
Then, people are going crazy over Ariana’s safety. Don’t take that the wrong way. I’m happy she’s safe and well. But there also close to 20,000 concert goers and their families that also need love and support in this tragic moment. Just please send a prayer to everyone that was at the venue this evening 💔
For @pandalandalopalis because I couldn’t resist writing this and I love the two of them being protective of each other. The Dragonpit scene was amazing though-I loved it.
King’s Landing loomed off the side of the boat, the towers of the Red Keep sparkling in the early dawn light. On the top deck, the two monarchs stood shoulder to shoulder watching it draw closer; it should have been a momentous occasion but there was a tension to the moment because the city wasn’t safe for them. Not yet.
“Do you think she’ll try and kill us?” Jon loosened his cloak, just slightly. It was significantly warmer in King’s Landing than it had been anywhere else, even on Dragonstone, but he refused to take off his cloak-more out of principle than a desire to be warm.
“I’d be surprised if she didn’t.” Dany caught her breath, her fingers tightening momentarily on the boat railing. It was a small thing, barely noticeable if one wasn’t paying attention-but Jon always seemed to be paying attention to the Dragon Queen now.
He touched her lower back instinctively, to steady her. “Are you all right?” This hadn’t been the first dizzy spell in the last few days; Dany tried to play it off as nothing but he was starting to get worried.
She nodded, but she wouldn’t look at him. “I’m fine.”
“Maybe we shouldn’t-”
She shook her head and stepped away from him, not turning away from the sprawling city in the distance. Her arms were crossed slightly, as if cold, and the look in her eyes was utterly inscrutable. The queen mask was coming down; gone was the Dany whose door he had knocked on in the middle of the night, who had stayed up for hours telling him about her life on the run, who had spent every minute by his side when he was healing from his wounds. There was no time for weakness; not now. “It’s the weather.”
He nodded, though it had never bothered her before. But he knew better than to fight with her, especially now when they needed to be as strong as they could be.
Queen Cersei wasn’t near as deadly as the Night King, but he was still nervous-almost more nervous than he’d been before he left Eastwatch. At least the wights he could anticipate; the Queen was desperate and unpredictable, which made her dangerous. And he wasn’t particularly looking to die so soon. “If you’re sure you aren’t-”
“I’m fine.” He thought only he could hear the catch in her voice. Seven hells. This was the last thing they needed. The absolute last thing.
They were all very silent on the way to the Dragonpit. They’d purposely picked a meeting spot that was far removed from the rest of the city; there was no predicting how the common people of King’s Landing would react to the Unsullied, much less the King in the North or the Dragon Queen. But the tension was still there, especially when the Lannister guard met them at the edge of the city. He got a few curious glances but for the most part everyone’s eyes flitted over him and to Tyrion-the once hero of the Battle of the Blackwater and now a wanted fugitive.
It had been so long since he’d seen Cersei-and even then he’d just caught a glimpse of her at Winterfell. Everything had changed now; she no longer had her long golden hair and there was something in the way she carried herself that screamed power and hidden ferocity. She truly looked like a queen, as she took her seat at the front of the pit.
Her eyes flickered to Dany’s empty seat, just like everyone else’s. And even though Jon knew perfectly well where the Dragon Queen was, he still felt tense and uneasy. What if something went wrong?
Dany made her entrance, of course-and he couldn’t help but be in awe of her. Then again, he knew he wasn’t the only one. Even some of the Lannisters were looking at her with grudging respect as she climbed down from her black scaled mount, face expressionless, and took her seat next to Tyrion. Cersei looked practically livid but Dany didn’t rise to the bait. Too much was at stake; there was too much riding on this meeting to do anything that might risk its outcome.
She was too pale.
He thought he was the only one who noticed; she was generally very pale anyway. But her light skin was almost translucent; he could practically see the veins standing out in sharp relief under her skin like a map…the same veins he’d kissed a couple of months ago back at Eastwatch, when they’d first made love to each other. And her hands were shaking; just slightly, but enough to make him worry. We should have set the meeting for another day. But how could they have cancelled? They already couldn’t show any sign of weakness as it was-how would they have explained it to Cersei?
The wight went over about as well as he’d expected. It was gratifying just to see the look on the Lannisters’ faces when they let it loose from its box and the queen and her entourage beheld it in its full glory, its eyes rolling and the flesh curling from its ruined bones.
And then came the moment he’d been dreading; he was asked to swear neutrality. He knew what he was supposed to say, how he had to lie…but he couldn’t. So he didn’t. Because he knew, better than anyone, that he couldn’t serve two queens-and there was only one queen that mattered, at least to him. Even pretending to serve another would be a betrayal to her.
The reaction was nearly instantaneous-Cersei said “Then we have nothing more to discuss” and stood up, her retinue grouped loosely around her. Most of the members of Dany’s entourage were on their feet as well and he knew that he’d ruined everything. He didn’t know what he was going to say or how he could fix it but he knew he had to try…
And then Dany was sick all over the Dragonpit floor. The giant arena went dead silent and Jon felt worry crawl down his spine.
He saw Cersei turn back, seizing upon the moment of weakness like a cat on injured prey. A shock of fear went through him, quick and thrilling-and he closed the distance between them in two steps, where Dany’s entourage had circled around her protectively. Dany was struggling back to her feet-but she was barely on her knees when she slipped again, falling back to the sand. Her skin was white as parchment.
The entourage made way as soon as they saw him; Missandei was half supporting the Queen, while Dany tried to stand. “What happened?”
Missandei shook her head. “I don’t know-”
“It could be poison,” Varys murmured, glancing at the Lannisters.
“She needs to be checked by the maester,” Jon replied, trying to ignore the way his heart was racing. It shouldn’t be affecting him as much as it was.
Dany struggled to her feet, only squeezing Missandei’s hand once when it looked as if she might fall. “I’m fine-”
“You’re not fine,” Tyrion replied. “Your Grace-” He glanced between her and the Lannisters, obviously torn. “I can try and talk to her-”
“She’ll kill you.”
“I have to do something to try and salvage this. Besides, she’ll take this as weakness and exploit it as much as she can. Take her back to Dragonstone,” Tyrion muttered.
“I’m not asking.” Tyrion left, not looking back once. Jon got the distinct and disturbing feeling that if the Queen’s Hand never came back it would be his fault.
Dany bit her lip, seeming to realize that everything was falling apart around them-and then she suddenly fainted into Missandei’s arms. The queen’s advisor looked at Jon worriedly. “I hope this isn’t what I think it is.”
He picked the queen up gently and started down the path to the harbor, not looking back once to see how their enemies would take it. Let them stare. He’d probably only confirmed Cersei’s worst fears anyway.
The rest of the day was tense and quiet back on Dragonstone. The maester was able to make his diagnosis within twenty minutes-the Queen was pregnant. And Jon could only assume that the baby was his.
Tyrion and the rest of her advisors returned much later to announce that a truce had been reached in spite of the disaster in the Dragonpit. The relief was quick and sweet…but it dissipated suddenly when he had to fill Tyrion in on what had happened. This further complicated things. And Jon hadn’t thought they could get any worse.
When the sun set, he was finally allowed to see the Queen. She’d been confined to her rooms all day while Missandei fussed over her-but when she saw Jon she just smiled sadly. “I tried to-”
“You did wonderfully. Up until…”
She laughed mirthlessly. “Cersei will know soon, if she doesn’t already. A child…it puts us both in more danger.
“We’ve always been in danger. Tyrion says the truce might have been a trap anyway-what reason does she have to trust us, and what reason do we have to trust her?” He took her hand easily; it still sent a shock through him at first, as though it was the very first time. “She wants to kill us both anyway.”
“But she knows I’m vulnerable.” He could see the fear in her eyes, the way she held one hand to her stomach protectively-and he couldn’t help thinking of Robb’s wife Talisa, murdered by the Lannisters, her unborn child stabbed in the womb.
“We’re stronger together. You said we’d defeat the Night King together-you’re not going back on your word now, are you? And I told her that I only served one queen.” And I’ll protect you. I won’t even let her get near you.
“That was stupid of you. I respect it, but…it wasn’t the right time.”
“It never would have been the right time.”
She took his other hand, guiding it so it rested on top of hers. “Did Tyrion’s assessment change? Are we still fucked?”
The word sounded so odd, coming out of her mouth. He couldn’t help smiling, just a little. “I don’t know. We can’t trust the Lannisters but…any men at all make a difference.”
He was more desperate than ever to win now; there was no other option. Not if he was going to be a father.
But they’d cross that bridge when they came to it.
She sounded like she was smothering a laugh. “Well…now she knows. Now everyone knows about us.”
“And we’ll deal with it as it comes. That’s the only thing we can do.”
“Missandei told me you carried me all the way to the ship. You didn’t have to do that either.”
“I was worried about you-”
“It was stupid. But I respect it.”
And just for that moment, for that smile they shared, it seemed like everything would be all right after all. Somehow, things would work out. Hope might be dangerous, but it was all he had left.
I wanted to have this done earlier but that’s not actually what happened ugh.