fandom old and very tired. she/her. defining life philosophy is "let people enjoy things." did not realize how controversial that one was going to be.
things i love (right now): the umbrella academy, witcher, shadowhunters, and supernatural, much to my eternal dismay
things i loved (once upon a time):
marvel, mad max, teen wolf, inception, pacific mothafucking rim, harry potter, doctor who, white collar, star trek, x-men, the hunger games, suits
things i don't much care for:
mayonnaise, misogyny
This one is going to be less of a coherent explanation and more of a list of funky things I discovered while researching this chapter. I’ll follow up with more links to info on the Children’s March later – I’m still searching for this one documentary I saw years ago that was phenomenal, but also not the one from the SPLC, argh – but in the meantime here’s what I’ve got:
Summary: Raymond’s wife is a riddle wrapped in an enigma, and he’d spend the rest of his life unraveling them if she’d let him.
Then he gets bailed out of jail by a very unique character who claims to be his brother-in-law.
“They’re so young,” Allison hisses, watching the children huddle against the spray of the fire hoses. “God,
they’re just babies.”
They’re standing next to the kitchen door, too tense
and furious to sit. She’s gripping his hand so tightly that he’s losing
feeling in his fingers. Ray prays harder than he ever has, more fiercely
than he knew he could, that none of these brave, precious children lose
their lives today. He’s so untethered that he almost misses
Allison’s distraught whisper.
Mixed with a little bit of meta for funsies ;) FYI that more background research for nothing up my sleeve can be found here.
The February 1963 portion of this chapter makes a few references the nonviolent direct action philosophy of the Civil Rights era. Since this is super important to me – and, I recognize, a very easy thing to fuck up – I wanted to take some time to dive into how I’m tackling this and some of the background research involved.
Everyone is probably familiar with the broad strokes of the Civil Rights
movement: Rosa Parks & the Montgomery bus boycott, sit-ins at
Woolworth’s lunch counter, Ruby Bridges & the Little Rock Nine, the
Freedom Riders, the Children’s March in Birmingham & Bull Connor,
the March on Washington, etc. Even if you maybe don’t know the names,
you know the images that go with them.
Summary: Raymond’s wife is a riddle wrapped in an enigma, and he’d spend the rest of his life unraveling them if she’d let him.
Then he gets bailed out of jail by a very unique character who claims to be his brother-in-law.
“That man doesn’t deserve to lick your boots,” she hisses.
“He’s
a jackass,” Ray says. “No shortage of those around these parts.” He
takes a tentative step in her direction, then another. “But baby, you
cannot go around throwing hands at every idiot in Dallas.”
“Can too,” she snaps back on reflex. “Watch me.”
He
almost finds it in him to smile – but not quite yet. Instead, he eases
his way across the living room, makes sure she sees him coming. Puts his
hands on both of her shoulders so they’re looking at each other square.
“Allison,” he says, as seriously as he knows how. “Please.”
I’ve kept a journal since I was a kid and something inspired me to open them back up yesterday, my heart went out to this precious baby & felt like I wanted to write some of these down in case they ever get lost in a flood or something:
I pretty desperately want to love someone. I want all the different
kinds of love. I want young love, summer love, love at first sight,
unrequited love (which I guess I’ve technically
already lived through). I want to trip into it unexpectedly and I want
to feel it building like a slow burn, and I want it to fade. I want to
have a rekindled fling. I want to have an open relationship, and a
fiercely private one, and one where we don’t even speak any of the same
languages except for touch.
thinking about how likely it is that adam did not exist in-universe until 5 minutes before jump the shark. and that was just the concept of adam as played by ghoul. chuck created an adam-shaped hole to be filled. adam, meaning his personality and backstory, probably didn’t exist until season 5 when he came back and chuck had to flesh him out a bit. this is crucial bc post-canon adam goes with michael to confront chuck and chuck drops the bomb that adam is like. not real.
chucks like yeah i made you up bc the story was stagnating and my idiot son couldnt seal the deal with dean. so i guess it kind of makes sense you ended up dating
adam FREAKS OUT and michaels like do you get it now. do you get my weapons-grade daddy issues now. its like all those kids you went to school with whose parents did their science fair projects for them without even letting them try except the science fair is all of existence and the project, broadly speaking, is the apocalypse but also instead of a baking soda volcano its a whole person created to call attention to my deficiencies. also if those parents were never home but the whole house was wired with cameras.
