my fave riz ahmed thought is how we need to stop talking about diversity and start talking about representation. diversity is limited and a demand that is often answered with tokenism. representation on the other hand is clear, its not fluid, its sharp, its definite, its inclusive of all under represented folks across race, color, gender, sexual orientation, abilities. it demands accuracy and it means business and that is why instead of asking for diversity, we need to start asking for representation.
WELLLLLlll okay it’s not a shirt, but only because the original image itself was an odd dimension size and a bit too small and resizing it would have made it blurry when printing on a shirt. BUT when I get a bit of free time (pffttttcute Xedra, ‘free time’) I want to remake the image to be of a high enough resolution to print on a shirt. :D
But I do love me some mugs, so I’m more than pleased as punch right now. A mighty thirst indeed ahuhuhuh~ :D Thanks so much, @asrielisdeadandfloweyisabitch <3
@kalkopyryt prompted- Sherlock overreacts when he receives a call from Stamford about molly having fallen down the stairs.
He came flying in the room, practically knocking over a lab tech in the process, finally screeching to a halt as he rushed over to where Molly was sitting in a chair with an ice pack on her knee.
“My God, Molly, are you ok?!”
“Sherlock, I’m fine!” Molly exclaimed with a little laugh as she touched his face gently. “I lost my balance a bit at the bottom stair and came down on my knee, but it’s just a bruise. I told Mike not to call but-”
“Of course he needed to call me!” Sherlock insisted, still desperately scanning her with his eyes, searching for any sign of injury and finally starting to relax as he saw that she wasn’t in any danger. “Molly, are you sure you’re alright?”
“I promise I am.” She said soothingly. “And he is too.”
Sherlock finally smiled as his wife drew his hand over to rest on her rounded belly.
I just read a Sheith fic (based on Voices of a Distant Star) and my heart has been utterly and completely destroyed. If you’re looking for hardcore pining, well-written poetic prose, distances of space/time (dilation), and total obliteration of your feelings, then I suggest you read this fic. 👍🏻
tl;dr there’s something about a story that’s set in l.a and about jazz music that shouldn’t be so white ya feel.
ryan gosling’s character stumbles around a white saviour complex (he wants to return jazz to his roots ??? yeh ok m8) and jazz is a uniquely black american music genre, which the film completely fails to grasp. are we really having to sit through a movie about a white guy who wants to save jazz in 2017, after /everything that has happened/ over the last few years and months especially? the racial diversity in the film, especially given its subject matter, is straight up poor. on top of that, i’d probably say the film’s depiction of jazz is a touch contrived and definitely cliched, but maybe that’s just me
the other main issue i have with it is its gender politics. firstly, the lack of agency of emma stone’s character (despite all the buzz around her performance) and how she is ~changed~ and introduced to the world via ryan gosling’s character’s intervention. secondly, the issue with Rebel Without A Cause, which is a flagship movie in terms of lgbt issues, but the importance of the movie in that context was completely ignored in la la land, and it hurts especially, during a time when lgbt movies are so often glossed over by awards ceremonies (moonlight finally getting us somewhere is a cause for celebration!)
(in my personal opinion, the story is a little thin, the cast don’t sing or dance particularly well, and it kinda feels a little too self-indulgent and too much like hollywood licking its own ass and celebrating its ~golden age~ a little too much for my taste. but that’s subjective)
listen, it’s not a bad movie, and i appreciate its artistic direction and its feel-good-factor, but it’s just … this year’s award season was very much black excellence (moonlight, hidden figures, fences) competing with white mediocrity, and the white mediocrity picking up a lot of the awards …