we are the stories we live

Do you know why the Fair Folk take us? Why they are so intrigued by us?

Because we can die.

Our lives are defined by death. From our first breath, we rail against it, refusing to lay down and die. Our lives are a constant dance with it - some take up weapons and go forth to bring it, others tap-dance at its thresholds in the sky and deep waters, and still others strive against death itself. But in the end, we all go to death, whether it be calmly or in anger, and we weigh our life in tribute to ourselves. Death is our motive - we tell ourselves, when I am dead, what will be left of me? and craft wonders to answer that question. The wonders are left, even after we fade.

The Fair Folk cannot die. They do not feel the impetus to survive, to leave a legacy. They take us to taste our constant, exhilarating fear of death and joy of life, to sample our drives without meeting our ends. 

And this, too, is why iron burns them. When a star dies, the last atoms produced before the nova are iron. Iron is the death of a star, and its kiss shows them the truth - that one day, even that which does not live or die will go out…

…but the starstuff will continue into the skies forever.


Shit some LARPers say!

Ok, this is a crazy thing that happened in @binturians LARP. It’s high fantasy, and the players are all members of the Binturian Party, a known crazy group of adventurers who live in a crazy magical country that no one else is stupid enough to live in. My character is Yael Quackenbush, a Monk who is a member of the Order of Kutcher Ashton (yes, really). She is mostly Lawful Good. And the other person in this story is Esilm Moonscale, played by my friend Ryan. He’s a half demon who was raised by snake people, so he’s definitely Chaotic Neutral at best. Our characters are close friends, but of course we have our dissagreements.

So, the party are knocked out and wake up to really weird stuff. Enemies who can’t usually talk are talking, telling us to die, we keep going in circles, see impossible stuff, and everyone we kill and search drops only Poison of Extra Murderness – not only does it kill the drinker, but it uses up one of their regeneration points, which we call Nirvanas. We are accumulating these extremely dangerous poisons and getting very worried.

Esilm: If anyone doesn’t want their poisons, I’ll take them!

Yael: Esilm, why do you want so much poison? It’s so dangerous, we should probably destroy them!

Esilm: Yael, you never want to let me have any fun.

Yael: Well, that’s because you almost die all the time from rushing into situations and doing stupid things!

Esilm: Well, you’re not my mom! I do what I want!

Yael: I just don’t want you to–

Esilm chose this moment to DUMP A SERVING OF THE POISON ON ME. (Skin-to-poison contact is also enough to kill.) Everything pauses as the others realize what he’s done. And then…


Esilm: Oh my god, Yael, I’m so sorry–

Then, the Reeve (dungeon master) comes up to me and pulls me into the next hallway, leaving everyone to scream at Esilm for me because they didn’t know what happened to me and for all intents and purposes it looked like I had taken a Nirvana death.

It turns out that I did not die. We were actually stuck in a dream, and poisoning ourselves was the only thing that could wake us up. Someone on the outside was trying to tell us that, but the wires got crossed so we didn’t realize it.

When the rest of the Party woke up, Esilm fervently apologized, so of course Yael forgave him and they hugged :)

                        It’s so good to play music. It’s such a healing experience, and it’s just an honor to experience that with all of you. Thank you so much. Every person here, we all come from different places, we all got here a different way. You all got here coming from different places in your story and I am just really thankful that music has allowed us to collide and that we are family.

Explanation of Fanfiction - Space Orcs

As a Fanfiction writer, I am surprised no one has mentioned this yet. Imagine having to explain fanfiction to aliens? Like, “yes, we become so obsessed with fictional characters, that we create fictional stories sometimes completely unrelated to the original story involving the characters we obsess over.”

One step further, imagine explaining imagines to them. Like, “yes, we obsess over one real person so much we write or submit ideas to another writer so they will write this little story involving us and our obsession so we can live out our fantasies.”

Even other humans give us weird looks. We might be just certifiable to aliens!

i JUUUST think the spn anime had a lot of potential OK IT WAS COOL AS HELL? like when do we ever get an ANIME version of an american live action tv show??? i feel like it was a huge honor but i do believe they just chose the wrong story 2 tell.

i think the show would have been way better if they focused more on the angels and demons issue in s4-5! i always loved cas , so it sucked that we never got 2 see him in the series :‘I (plus it’d be way more interesting than focusing on the 'random stranger angst’ we had in every eP).

not 2 mention jared sucked ass at voice acting and had NO chemistry with not-dean . i actually think the anime is far more interesting with the original japanese voices ( i only saw a montage of clips but it was so fun 2 watch!). it felt like jared n jensen didn’t really take the show seriously at all, like yeah the show was off….but their monotone asses didn’t help at aLL LOL


(sam is clearly the easiest 2 draw, GOTTA LOVE HIS SILHOUETTE ) 

anonymous asked:

Truth or dare? Truth= tell us something embarrassing. Dare= give us the supervillain science minion hippo photo shoot we all know we need.

i can’t give you the photo shoot as a gimmick come on now

and my favorite stories are embarrassing ones so there’s that 

one time in college i was grocery shopping with my roommates and one of them asked me to go grab her an avocado and i defs didn’t know what an avocado looked like from the outside so I grabbed a super unrip mango instead. they have never let me live that one down.

Fairy Tale, Part 1

Ji Eun Hyuk’s story. As I’ve mentioned earlier, his sad eyes intrigue me. Why would a man sign up willingly to live a life of regret? Here’s part one of two parts. 


Once upon a time, there was a princess who slept with her prince’s best friend. Now, it wasn’t clear if the princess loved him, but it was pretty clear the best friend loved her. Yeah, ok, this isn’t your standard fairy tale, but if you wanted that, you would be reading Cinderella right now, right?

I still say it’s a fairy tale, because it starts at the beginning, and it has an end. In the middle are the lives of two princes, a princess, and a dreadful green-eyed monster. Shall we?

Part 1: The Beginning

Now, the best friend had loved the princess for a long, long time. So long that we need to start this story in the misty days of schoolyard battles and grubby uniforms. You see, when the boyfriend, Wook, was a teenager, he was regularly beaten by the school bully. Through the black eyes and split lips, he stubbornly refused to do the stupid oaf’s homework. The funny thing was, although Wook was a bit skinny, he knew how to fight. It’s just that, by the time he was 16 and he stood at the gates of his new high school, he’d taken a distinct back seat to his own life.

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anonymous asked:

You think Dan and Phil will eventually get hot headed with their fame? And never want to go to Vidcon or do meetups or hate this part of their life where they made videos for ad revenue and views? Say they get a movie deal and move on. They get married and start having children and live this glamorous celebrity lifestyle and leave the youtube field behind. What will we be to them? What if we fall out? What if it ends horribly wrong?

woah there friend, before this thought of yours derails completely, let’s remember who we’re dealing with here. 

Daniel Howell
Phil Lester
The sweetest people I was ever fortunate enough to meet. 

They’ll never forget or even regret their time working for youtube. It’s how they met. It’s their origin story. And part of their origin story is us, because without us, they would never be getting said future movie deals and etcetera. 

If they ever eventually do become these giant glamorous Hollywood styled movie stars, I think their sentimental value will always reign on the side of where they started, and who was there to help them along the way. From what we know as viewers when it comes to their goals in their future is adopting a dog and achieving a forever home. 

That sounds like a pretty sweet wholesome future to me. 

The thing is with plans and or thoughts like these is it’s always a fan/viewer perspective because that’s how we see them. We live our lives just like they live theirs, But what about them? their nice quiet bubble with the association regime when it comes to their viewers, it’s quite a happy one. We (as usually a collective group) respect them and their privacy. In fact as much as we daydream about what goes on behind the camera, I don’t think we actually want to know what actually happens between those two. We’re happy with our own demise of what they get up to. It’s healthy that way for both us viewers to depict and imagine, and healthy for them to have controlled privacy and not give a damn of what we think. 

If you added tabloids, paparazzi, stress, forced images, and literally anything else to what you think might happen to them, they’ll hate every second of it completely. They’re introverts who hate the attention when they’re not asking for it. 
They’re human beings. 

~ As for falling out as an entire phandom is highly unlikely. As someone who has drifted away and fallen out of a few, they’re still dear to your heart and you remember sweet funny times at random moments. Nothing is ever brutally gone or even full out war, people grow out of things and that’s okay. You move on with your life and sometimes something better replaces that hole you’re leaving behind. 

But let’s just focus on the now, and everything is fine so no need to worry my friend :)

Horny Neighbors

Well I lost my virginity to my step mom when I was 12 but that’s a story for another time. But the first time I encountered anything sexual was when I was 11 . This older lady named Rhonda lived in the house next to mine. She was in her late thirties and would occasionally call me over to her house to help her in the garden because she lived alone and liked the attention I provided. One day after helping her with some flowers and weeds we went inside to get a glass of some lemonade. After we drank she asked me “does your mom know you’re here ” to which I replied “I love with my step mom and dad….but no I left without saying anything”…she smiled and took off her gardening apron and hung it up on a coat rack and approached me …she sat down next to me on the couch and said “well I can’t pay you for today”….“it’s fine I just like helping people”….“well I can do something to thank you”….“the lemonade is all I need it’s cool …really I’m fine ” I said with a smile i then pulled my phone out and opened it and shut it down immediately as porn hub was displayed…“don’t worry Hun it’s completely normal for a boy your age to look at that….now about that patient think I know what I can do ” and she reached in my pants and started stroking my cock…“that’s surprisingly big for an 11 year old”…I sat quietly and moaned and after a couple minutes she pulled off her shirt…“I’ve seen you staring down my shirt while I bend over in the garden young man” she says softly…suck my nipples baby" she says almost endearingly …I suck her nipples until they get hard and shortly afterwards I hear the sound of her spitting into her hand and she reaches down her own pants fingering away at her clit as she jerks me off…she watches me sucking away on her nipples and then tells me to spit in between her tits …after obliging she gets on her knees and slams her tits on my dick stroking it with them and spitting for lube every now and then and just as I cum she opens her mouth and catches most of my load.. she then looks at me grabs my hair and pulls me in for what would be my first kiss…in was in this moment I realized two things…I was bisexual as I liked the taste of my cum…and that I was totally going to help her with the roses tomorrow.

Announcing Life is Strange: Before the Storm

Dear Life is Strange fans,

Thank you for your incredible support over the last few years. We know you have been eagerly anticipating what is next for Life is Strange so we really hope you enjoyed the announcement trailer for Life is Strange: Before the Storm and are looking forward to the release of the first episode on 31stAugust 2017 for Xbox One, PlayStation 4 and PC (Steam).

So yes, that means there are now TWO Life is Strange projects in development, with DONTNOD Entertainment having also recently announced that they are also working on a new game. You’ll be the first to hear when we have more news on their game but for now, let’s focus on the newly announced Life is Strange: Before the Storm.

Before the Storm is our reaction to so many of you asking for the chance to revisit Arcadia Bay. This is where Denver based Deck Nine Games  come in. Deck Nine Games are veteran game developers who, although being a new narrative games studio, have an extremely talented team from videogames, TV and film and a powerful set of proprietary tools called Storyforge. Please join us in giving them a very warm welcome to the Life is Strange family. You’ll get to meet the team and see their fantastic work during E3. Be sure to tune into the IGN livestream on Monday 12th June at 12:00 noon Pacific for the world’s first gameplay reveal.

You will also no doubt be excited to hear that Ashly Burch, Chloe’s original voice actor, makes a welcome return to the family this time on writing duties. Fans of Ashly will know she’s an Emmy nominated writer and it’s great to have her writing dialogue for a new younger, 16 year old Chloe, this time voiced by extremely talented actress Rhianna DeVries.

Ashly is writing alongside a passionate and talented team of writers at Deck Nine lead by Lead Writer Zak Garriss. The writing team have been working hard to create a compelling and rich three episode story that’s set before the events of the first game and focuses on when Chloe meets Rachel. Unlike Max, Chloe has no rewind power, so we highly recommend you think before you speak..! Chloe’s sharp tongue will require her to live with whatever she says and as before, every single action and choice will have a direct consequence in the short, mid and long term.

We know that many of you would love to see more from Max. Due to the way in which the first game ended, we didn’t want to canonize one group of players’ choices over the other – a sentiment echoed strongly by our community. That being said, we will still be giving you one final chance to play as Max through the self-contained bonus “Farewell” episode, which takes place long before the events of Before the Storm. This stand-alone bonus episode, will release after episode 3, and is only available as part of the Deluxe Edition of Life is Strange: Before the Storm. Rest assured, anyone purchasing the complete season of Before the Storm will get the full story. Max’s ‘Farewell’ episode really is just a bonus episode for those who would like to play as her one final time.

Thank you once again, for all your dedication over recent years. We can’t wait to hear what you think about Life is Strange: Before the Storm. There will, of course, be many more details revealed during E3. Make sure you check out the below video, made by the team over at Deck Nine Games, as there are many new details in to dive into. There is also an FAQ here but as usual, do let us know if you have any other burning questions in the meantime!

Many thanks,

its funny, the more you get to know other lesbians & their stories you realize how little you actually knew before about lesbians inner lives. the self-doubt, fear, loneliness, etc. we completely lack a common knowledge of what a lesbian existence feels like beyond the basic “attracted to women” part. i’m still surprised when i talk to someone and we share experiences and feelings like that, because i thought i was alone in my experiences for so long

Long Live Octopus Pie

Three cheers!

I check the webpage out of habit, but Meredith Gran’s comic work Octopus Pie is over.  I feel like this is how sports fans feel when a jersey is retired and lifted to the rafters, forever in its untouchable place, time divided between when it was active and whatever comes after.  

That might sound grandiose, but in my mind, nothing tops the ten year run of Octopus Pie.  And in the lifespan of what we call Webcomics, 2007-2017 is a granddaddy of a run, worthy of names like “pioneering,” “influential” and “groundbreaking” because in the space of those years, in this new medium, there was room to be those things without any hyperbole.  The comics landscape of the past decade needed filling out and Meredith carved her space out with precision, showing a polish and drive and a talent from the beginning that set a high standard.  

I’m guessing that I started Hark a Vagrant about six months after Octopus Pie began, but Meredith’s was already a name to be reckoned with, due to the solid reputation of her previous comic Skirting Danger and because she was an honest to god trained animator in a sea of stickmen comics or two-dudes-on-a-couch comics (RIP forever *kisses fingers, holds them to the sky*). I was intimidated by her sheer capability.  But inspired too.  I did not need to be intimidated, she was one of the first people I met in comics, and easily one of the best.

Meredith and I briefly shared an apartment and a studio, and I can tell you, she can draw circles around everyone you know.  I later shared a studio with Mike Holmes, who could also draw circles around everyone, and now the two of them are married in some sort of talent supernova.  I am happy for them, even though I feel like I make grade three crayon pictures next to them.  But the other thing that being friends with Meredith for a long time has shown is the cutting wit, the care for stories done right, the love for a medium that will take you through highs and lows that come with comics, and lately through her job as a comics professor, the nurturing of upcoming talent.  I see all of this in Octopus Pie, a comic where character was paramount, where plots were expertly moved, a fine balance was found between the messiness of people and the fun you can have with stories, where subtle emotional movements where rendered with room to breathe, where I felt like I could reach deep into the hearts and minds of the characters on the page because they had been fleshed out so well over the years that they seemed as real people, people that I loved.

I don’t really like that phrase “comics will break your heart,” commonly attributed to Schultz, or Kirby, it doesn’t really matter.  You see it all the time, mostly when people are reckoning with the fact that they work in an unforgiving medium.  I don’t even know what it is about the saying that I don’t like.  Maybe it’s because we all know that comics are hard work, we all know that you might put your life and blood and heart into something and you might get nothing back.  There are no surprises to be found there - it’s not a bad day you had, it’s a life you’re well aware of living, if you do.  But we love the perserverers in comics.  The people who live the phrase are the ones who inspire us the most.

I’m saying all this, and pardon the segue, because I have seen Octopus Pie, some of the finest story work of my generation, passed for recognition time and again and it confuses the hell out of me, truly.  I don’t want to turn a tribute to a work I hold dear into sour grapes, that’s not the intention here, but lord above, if I can’t point this out now, then when can I?  We all know that there are no guarantees in this life (comics will break your heart) but I’ll say this once and then leave it: this is a comic of quality that was miles ahead of so many of its peers, and it deserved better, industry wise.  To wrap up the earlier point, maybe I don’t like CWBYH because it implies that you should shrug your shoulders and not ask for better every time, that a short end of some kind of stick is expected even.  That’s easy when it’s yourself, but speaking as a fan now, I say to heck with shrugging, I want to put Meredith on my shoulders and parade her around and dump her into a Scrooge McDuck thing full of awards.  

Actually that sounds pointy and bad and the Ignatz awards are bricks to begin with so maybe forget that analogy but you get the idea.

I hope you read Octopus Pie, I hope you buy the books.  I hope the legacy of it is long and full, because it always will be for me.  And I think readers will agree, because I know this devoted fan base pretty well.  I read the comments, I’ve sat next to Mer at comic shows, I’ve listened to some of the emails that touched her.  I know this is a comic that meant a lot, to a lot of us.  In this world of work we put our hearts and souls into to begin with, that is a wonderfully worthy thing.

I do not know what Meredith will do next, but whatever it is, I am here for it, seat pulled close to the stage.  The retired jersey is in the rafters, the game is still being played by the people who dreamed better because it was there.  Aw what can I say, I’m sentimental!

 Thanks, Meredith. <3

something interesting to me is how broadway, and american theater in general, has for many, many years been painted as this space that’s incredibly welcoming to lgbtq+ people. and that’s definitely true, to a certain extent. the contributions of non-cishet people to theater and even just the art of performance itself in modern america are immeasurable. it’s so pervasive that just about any guy who performs in theater faces those jokes about how he must be gay. everyone just sort of associates theater with this sort of inherent queerness, or at least gay-friendly idealism. (whether they associate it with that in a positive or negative way depends on the individual.)

yet the stories that we see played out on stage are overwhelmingly cisgender and heterosexual.

think about it: even though a relatively very high proportion of actors in theater are lgbtq+, the number of actual, canon lgbtq+ characters is shockingly low.

there’s a few standouts, of course. la cage aux folles. rocky horror. rent. falsettos. still, with the hundreds of musicals that have been on broadway stages, especially given the involvement of all these lgbtq+ people, wouldn’t you expect more?

did you know when the first broadway musical with a lesbian protagonist debuted?

2015. it was fun home. that was the first.

it’s gotten a bit better in the past few years, but…not by much. of the past 10 winners of best musical, only 2 (fun home and billy elliot) have a main character who isn’t straight. (i do have to give a nod to kinky boots, which does heavily feature lgbtq+ stuff, but is ultimately centered around a straight cis dude.)

these musicals might have gay characters, but they’re almost always 1. side characters, 2. the butt of jokes, or 3. both.

don’t we deserve better than this? the lgbtq+ community has helped musical theater thrive for decades. don’t we deserve to see our stories represented up on stage just like everybody else? our love, our lives? we can rehash two straight people falling in love in a billion different ways, but we barely get to see ourselves in any capacity onstage at all. for the love of god, we have more talking cats on broadway than trans people.

on here, i keep seeing these few ships–glinda and elphaba, connor and evan, elder price and elder mckinley–overwhelmingly shipped by lgbtq+ kids desperate for absolutely any sort of representation. (there’s always straight girls who love to ship two cis men together just because, but that’s an entirely different issue.) young people like us–we’re almost always reduced to subtext and sheer hope. why? don’t we deserve more than this?

our community has given so much. let the stage love us back.

Best Lines From Each Hamilton Song

Alexander Hamilton: You could never back down, you never learned to take your - TIME

Aaron Burr, Sir: Talk Less. Smile More.

My Shot: I think ya pants look hot ;)

The Story of Tonight: Raise a glass to freedom…

Schuyler Sisters: You want a revolution? I want a revelation!

Farmer Refuted: Is he in Jersey?

You’ll Be Back: I will kill your friends and family… to remind you of, my, love DA DA DA D-

Right Hand Man: Burr! Sir? Close the door on your way out.

Winters Ball: If you could marry a sister, you’re rich son. Is it a question of if Burr, or which one?

Helpless: Laughing at my sister cause she wants to form a harem: I’m just saying if you really loved me you would share him. HA!

Satisfied: … He’d be mine. She would say “I’m fineshe’d be lying.

The Story of Tonight (Reprise): You are the worst, Burr

Wait For It: When they died they left no instructions, just a legacy to protect 

Stay Alive: I’m a general. WEEE!!

Ten Duel Commandents: Okay so we’re doing this

That Would Be Enough: And if this child shares a fraction of your smile, or a fragment of your mind, look out world, that would be enough.

Guns And Ships: No one has more resilience or matches my practical tactical BRILLIANCE.

History Has Its Eyes On You: You have no control who lives, who dies, who tells your story.

Yorktown (The World Turned Upside Down): Immigrants, we get the job done.

What Comes Next: Awesome. Wow.

Dear Theodosia: I’ll do whatever it takes. I’ll make a million mistakes.

Nonstop: Hamilton wrote THE OTHER FIFTY-ONE

What’d I Miss?: I guess I basically missed the late 80’s.

Cabinet Battle #1: Turn around, bend over, I’ll show you where my shoe fits.

Take a Break: You’ve written “My Dearest, Angelica…. “

Say No To This: That was my wife who you decided to- fuuu

The Room Where It Happens: The art of the compromise, hold your nose and close your eyes.

Schuyler Defeated: They don’t need to know me they don’t like you.

Cabinet Battle #2: You must be outta your GODDAMN MIND


One Last Time: I’m sorry wha-?

I Know Him: They will tear each other into pieces, Jesus Christ this will be fun :D

Adams Administration: Siddown John YOU FAT MOTHER——

We Know: My god…

Hurricane: … We were sick and she was holding me, I couldn’t seem to die.

The Reynolds Pamphlet: You could never be satisfied, god I hope your satisfied.

Burn: You, you, you

Blow Us All Away: Everything is legal in New Jersey…

Stay Alive (Reprise): I know, you did everything just right.

It’s Quiet Uptown: Forgiveness. Can you imagine?

The Election of 1800: Well I’ll be damned…

Your Obedient Servant: Here’s an itemised list of thirty years of disagreements. Sweet Jesus

The World Was Wide Enough: America, you great unfinished symphony, you sent for me.

Who Lives, Who Dies, Who Tells Your Story: Oh I can’t wait to see you again, it’s only a matter of time.

Bonus Songs:

Congratulations: You know why Jefferson can do what he wants? He doesn’t dignify schoolyard taunts with a response

Dear Theodosia (Reprise): We bleed and fight for you, sometimes it seems that’s all we do.

Ten Things, One Thing (I genuinely can’t decide between these five so here you go):

- The sun is in my eyes. I am almost giddy as I watch it slowly rise over my New York City.

- I examine the gun that we shared. Philip never hurt a soul, he must have been so scared.

- I feel a sense of calm fill me, it’s not in his political interest to kill me.

- My Eliza is still asleep. I left her a letter, I could have written it better.

- They put us through our paces, we count to ten. God, I can’t wait to see her again.

Just a quick note to say I didn’t forget Tomorrow There’ll Be More of Us, I just decided against including it because, in Lin’s own words, it’s more of a scene than a song. Really it’s just the The Story of Tonight sung over some quite, uneventful dialouge (very poetic given the content of that dialouge) so I decided to just leave it out. Anyways thanks for reading my random post I guess? Bye bye

via a friend: A dispatch from a friend on the ground in Portland yesterday:

“I would guess 4,000 people showed up in downtown Portland today, to shut down an alt-rigt, racist, neo-nazi event. Even anti-fa was nonviolent, and really we acted the way you would expect Portlanders to act. Largely passive, glowingly Caucasian, and way too polite (in an self policing sort of way). This went on for hour upon hour until the police got bored and decided to pick a fight with two thousand of us that were standing in the park that anti-fa had rallied in. I was like, “are they really doing this? are they actually doing this?” Which are ridiculous questions for me to be asking myself because I was a LEGAL WORKER for almost a decade, and specifically worked on dealing with PROTESTS, and have had plenty of experience really critically analysing these riots afterwards. I damn well know THAT THEY DO THAT. That being said, it still spun me to see it happen AGAIN. Tear gass, flash bang granades, rubber bullets, dramatic orders and commands. WHY? WHY?

The police completely protected the group of Nazis, and decided to incite the locals to make us appear violent. And you should have seen us all. It couldn’t have been a nerdier group of people. Anyone who thinks antifa is made up of agro dudes, has it wrong. They are a very young, principled group. Our kids? They were giving out ice cream. For sure, many of them have never been in a fight in their lives. You can tell. And this is Portland, after all.

So PLEASE do not believe the local tv news that protestors rioted today. I wish we had, but we didn’t. The police got sick of waiting and attacked us. A very political move to paint a very specific story where the white racists, and perhaps the television viewers at home, are the real victims here…“

i’ve heard the police are claiming a brick was thrown and that’s why they HAD to start the violence.

I’ve heard from people on the front lines that someone threw tampons and one person threw a water bottle.
regardless, even if a brick HAD been thrown, that was one brick, 4,000 people, and cops covered in armour and helmets using gas, noise grenades, and batons against thousands of people who were unprepared for any of it.

and in the meantime the people in body armour with the guns chuckled and sang that basketball song.

there was stuff i kept to myself because i felt like i couldn’t explain it in the right way. i tried, but people got bored or annoyed or didn’t get the message. how could i talk about the certain way the air felt on that spring morning. there’s no punchline to the experience of seeing a particularly bright rose. i think there aren’t words. but i met you and i had someone to share the story with, even if we’d never be able to describe the moment after it happened. i think that’s why we collect people in our lives. so we can be two people sitting silently watching an ant take food back to his colony. so we can look at the other person and know - they’re experiencing it too. they don’t have words either. but they get you.

okay, so. the thing that kills me about Wonder Woman is that it’s so, so absurdist, and in the best way. all of the characters except diana go into the entire thing knowing that the war might never end, that the people in charge of their armies don’t give a flying fuck about what happens to the people on the ground, that everything they do might not even matter in the long run. steve even says when he’s on themyscira that it seems like the world’s going to end.

one of the most famous lines by camus (who was an absurdist) is “in the middle of winter i at last discovered that there was in me an invincible summer.” the entire point of absurdism is staring into the void and saying, “no, i refuse.” the world is empty and bleak and meaningless, and you could choose to be nihilist about that, or you could pick yourself up and create the meaning you want to see. and that’s what all of the characters in wonder woman do.

when he gets in that plane steve knows, he knows, that they still might not win the war. he knows diana might not be able to kill ares. he knows dr. poison might still escape. he knows that people are still going to die. and you know what? he gets in the plane anyway. he stares into the face of a war that might never end and says, well, i can save today. and that is what matters. 

sam and chief and charlie watch their friend run toward a plane and know he’s on a suicide mission (that might not even save the war!) and they yell to stop him at first and then they cover him like he asked them to because even when they hate it, they respect his ability to make his own decisions and they hold up their end of the deal. they risk their lives helping him risk his because it’s what they signed up to. it’s what they should do. 

when diana leaves themyscira, she knows she might not live to come back. sure, her character is driven by a kind of relentless optimism, but it’s a chosen optimism, not a naive one. she might die, but she’ll be damned if she dies doing anything other than what is just, what is her duty as an amazon. her mother says, “what if you never come back?” and diana’s reply is, “who will i be if i stay?”

when steve’s on the plane and it looks like they’re all about to die, all sam and chief and charlie do is they lean in to each other. yeah, the world’s ending, so what are we gonna do? we’re gonna spend those last moments with each other. we’re gonna close our eyes and know that we did all that we could and even if it ends up doing nothing to affect the war as a whole, well, at least we did something.

there’s a story from the holocaust about a group of jews reciting prayers when one stops and says “why are we doing this? we’re about to die. only a madman would say these prayers now.” and the rabbi looks at him and quietly says, “our enemies have taken everything from us, but they cannot take our freedom to say these prayers. we must live as free men temporarily in captivity. that, if necessary, is how we will die.”

the characters in wonder woman push on even when they think it might be pointless, because that is the point. absurdism is about accepting that maybe you’ll never be able to make everything right, you might not even be able to make everything okay, but you can always do something. you can walk into the unending darkness, hold up a lighter, flick it on and say, “i win.” and in doing so, you will have won.