#eponymous text post tag

[eponymous-rose]

So I've been rewatching Star Trek: TNG as comfort TV during/post-move and just got to Yesterday's Enterprise, which I remember liking well enough, but man, it's really unusual in the context of the rest of these early episodes. For one thing, the violence shown is a lot more stark than we've seen in the show thus far - Riker with his throat cut, Captain Garrett with the metal shrapnel in her head, lingering close-ups on dead faces. It's dark and moody and the "happy ending" resolution (as far as we know at this point, anyway) is saving the few survivors of a brutal battle, patching them up, and then shipping them straight back into that battle to be killed.

Given the show's not-so-great track record with its female characters, it's weirdly refreshing that we get a re-do for Tasha Yar. And yeah, she falls in love with a dude and goes off with him on his ship, but she was ready to say goodbye to him and that would've been that - what finally prompts her to step willingly into the meat-grinder is the realization that she had an "empty death" (Guinan had some really raw lines in this one) in the other timeline, and that now her death can have some meaning. It's nicely done, if a bit of a self-flagellating "mea culpa" on the writers' parts.

The alternate timeline isn't the gleeful, campy evil of the Mirrorverse, it's just an exhausted grind through the final days of a losing war. Lots of little touches show how desperate things have become - Wesley's been fast-tracked to a full ensign, Picard is a tactician first and foremost (he takes officers' opinions under advisement, yes, but he's also keeping from them the inevitable, imminent surrender), the bridge is laid out so the captain is front and center with everyone else in the background. As a contrast with the actual Enterprise's chill 90s living room lounge vibe, it's pretty striking. It's like a sneak preview into the bleak and war-heavy sci-fi that would start saturating pop culture a decade or so later, and then it's a firm rejection of that premise - "This isn't a ship of war. It's a ship of peace."

I have a long, long history with TNG - DS9 is my favorite Trek on balance, but TNG is encoded in my DNA. From around ages 3 and 5, my brother and I were watching and rewatching TNG constantly. (My parents would laugh over the fact that my brother didn't know how to read yet but had memorized the episode titles of the first couple seasons.) We had pajamas. We scoured every garage sale and had a giant metal can full of action figures and phasers and tricorders and ships and even, shockingly, that transporter toy that made things disappear using mirrors.

The tactile experience of those toys is burned in my brain - the loose nacelles on the Enterprise model, the click of the left phaser button, the little hole at the bottom of the Borg cube that we once stuck a pencil in and had the tip of the graphite snap off and rattle around forevermore. My brother and I played incessantly with our action figures, to the point where most of them had the paint at least partially rubbed off - we created hundreds and hundreds and hundreds of new episodes over the years. The first time I ever used a touchscreen was at some sort of Star Trek exhibition in Canada in the early 90s that we stumbled across on our way to visit my grandparents.

I'm always fascinated by how kids interact with fictional media - my brother and I were so young, but we obviously knew Star Trek wasn't real. Except... I just always assumed that important people watched it, realized "well, that seems nice", and were actively working to make that future happen. I was (perhaps a little embarrassingly) older when I realized that no, we weren't gonna be out there on science missions to the stars during my lifetime. At least, not in an Enterprise kind of way.

At any given time, there's just this Star Trek filter over how I experience the world - when I got to go to college thanks to scholarships, I had that weighty feeling of responsibility and awe that came with daydreaming about Starfleet Academy. I saw my career shift from the gold of engineering to the blue of science to the red of command. And the older I get, the more I appreciate a show that, for all its flaws, managed to make a utopia interesting and complex.

Because TNG was such a phenomenon when I was a little kid in the early 90s, a lot of my family relationships also have TNG tied up in them. I remember going to my grandparents' apartment and my uncle showing us a fan magazine about the show. I remember another uncle who didn't really "get it" but gifted me and my brother astronaut ice cream because he knew we liked that space stuff. I remember watching most episodes curled up on the couch or my parents' bed with my brother and my mom and dad. When Mom got sick and we talked about death, I remember the way she wistfully brought up the Nexus from Generations or how she hoped she could see the next season of Picard (she didn't, sadly, but she really enjoyed that first season). Hell, one of the first real bonding moments I had with my otherwise hyper-professional and businesslike PhD advisor was when she made a TNG joke, I laughed at it, and she said, "I just love that show, everyone's so nice to each other."

It's just been a lot of fun coming back to this show, is all. I think I periodically forget how much it's affected me and the extent to which it was a fundamental, formative influence. While a lot of it either hasn't aged well or fails to hold up to modern media analysis, so much of it is still lovely, and occasionally there are these moments of shockingly good storytelling.

Star Trek good.

#eponymous text post tag #eponymous moving tag 2023 #star trek tng

[verycharismaticdragon]

Okay, I promised a writeup of Luo Binghe voter fraud meme, and as Luo Binghe is currently in the finals of the poll this happened on, I figure now's a good time.

So! It all started when Luo Binghe, our beloved half-demon child, was submitted to @/hybrid-battle tournament - or rather, as it was called at the time, @half-being-battle. He won his first poll easily enough, but round 2 was a close battle where he and his opponent, Shantae from eponymous game, took the lead from one another a few times.

In the last ~12 hours, Binghe was losing slightly after a popular blog rb'd the poll with a call to vote for Shantae. However, SVSSS fandom caught this in time and passed the poll around some more. The poll ended with Luo Binghe winning with 51% of votes - or, as simple calculation will reveal, 14 votes lead.

We breathed out a collective sigh of relief, but too soon - as half a day later, someone sent this ask:

(x)

Initially the pollrunner wasn't intending to do anything about it, but then someone suggested a teamup option, and the poll for the option was made (x). It was rb'd by some SVSSS fans with the general sentiment of 'free our boy he did nothing wrong', but didn't gain real traction until:

@gaywarcriminals reblogged it with a small rant in Binghe's defense

@piosplayhouse rb'd said rant with addition of the image from vol.3 cover, of Shen Qingqiu holding Luo Binghe's hand, edited to look like SQQ is the one saying the text above.

This version of the post was circulated in fandom overnight, leading to 'Luo Binghe moves on alone' option winning by a large margin - and, ofc, to the birth of "Luo Binghe voter fraud" meme.

Though aside from this particular post being funny, there was another factor contributing to the meme catching on: how damn in-character it all was. The following sentiments were all repeated more than once in the post's notes:

Luo Binghe getting accused of crimes he didn't commit? Omg just like in canon!

Shen Yuan would absolutely buy bots to get his most beloved blorbo to win an internet poll.

It's just Luo Binghe's protagonist halo!

All of which made the situation fucking hilarious.

Then, the next day, tumblr user verycharismaticdragon (whoever they might be 😉) made some fanart about it, which possibly aided the spread of the meme too.

Also, SVSSS fandom surprised the mod with our chillness 😅

(x)

Since then, Binghe has been going strong in that poll - and now, he's in the finals! So make sure to vote for him; as we all know now, the real voter fraud is the friends we made along the way. And I do recommend checking Luo Binghe's tag on the poll for some fun propaganda we've been making, including a family tree by Pio and some more art by yours truly <3

But wait! There was also another layer to the voter fraud iceberg. The tl;dr:

At about the same time Luo Binghe vs Shantae ended, Hua Cheng was losing in round 1 of @/the-ghost-bracket, with something like 39% of votes to his name. In a desperate move, I linked his poll under my bingqiu voter fraud art, which gave him a boost to get close to a tie, but didnt flip the poll. The next day, I was explaining the LBH voter fraud meme to my friends, and mentioned Hua Cheng's poll too - which was when inspiration struck me, resulting in...

this post. [ID: art of Xie Lian with a wooden board which reads "Puqi shrine accepting donations in the form of votes for Hua Cheng in the ghost bracket", captioned "please help dianxia, he doesn't have the money for voter fraud"] Which gave the poll enough visibility for Hua Cheng to win with over 62% of votes in the end. (The link in the post is currently changed to round 2 poll, which HC was also initially losing. Srsly besties we gotta follow the tourneys to get our babygirls to win!)

So: LBH voter fraud meme had even helped little bro Huahua out.

And thats about it! Since then, the scum villain fandom has been joking about voter fraud on all of our polls 😂

(Aaaand the last reminder to vote Bingbing in the finals. His opponent has been gaining lately and I think we shouldn't leave it to the protagonist halo this time.)

#if i missed some important Moment lmk #luo binghe #svsss #scum villain's self saving system #scum villain's self-saving system

[egginfroggin]

WtST Masterpost

Finally compiling all things related to Welcome to Sinnoh's Temple into one post.

The order of content is:

Fanfictions

Spinoffs

Artwork

Text Posts/Miscellaneous

If I receive fan content, then I'll make add a section for it for ease of organization.

Be aware that much of the artwork and fanfiction linked below contain spoilers for the plots of WtST and Pandemonic Paradise, if you have yet to read either fic and want to avoid spoilers.

This masterpost will be edited as new content is posted.

I hope that this makes it easier for everyone to find stuff if they're interested.

Have a good day!

AO3 series link

Fanfictions:

Main Story:

Welcome to Sinnoh's Temple -- the eponymous fic of the series - chapter 1 - chapter 2 - chapter 3 - chapter 4 - chapter 5 - chapter 6 - chapter 7 - chapter 8 (final)

Yellow Lily -- a short oneshot taking place during WtST, after the Rift has been closed

Healing is Done in a Gradual Way -- a post-WtST oneshot

Spinoff Fanfictions:

Pandemonic Paradise -- an alternate storyline picking up between chapters 5 and 6 of WtST - chapter 1 - chapter 2 - chapter 3 - chapter 4 - chapter 5 - chapter 6

Nonomori -- a hurt/comfort oneshot taking place in the Multi Line variant of WtST

Spinoffs:

Title links lead to the tag on my Tumblr, topped with the most recent post.

Pandemonic Paradise AU -- between chapters 5 and 6 of WtST, things go horribly wrong, and Volo gains Arceus's power. As the world starts to fracture, a distortion drops of a very confused Ingo, who, needless to say, takes the news of his twin's presumed death very badly

Broken AU -- tentatively full-titled as A Promise Broken is a Lie Told, this is a variant in which Ingo handled his grief less-than-healthily, takes all the blame for Emmet's disappearance himself, and isolates himself from his family, eventually taking the title of Unova's Champion

Illusory Lives AU -- a variant in which Emmet died during the red sky incident and came back as a Hisuian Zoroark. Lots of found family here (and Ingo may drown in guilt a little bit)

Multi Line AU -- one year after Emmet disappears, Ingo is taken and lands in Hisui a few years prior to Emmet; essentially, WtST, but Ingo is there

Paradise Frozen AU -- after spending four years in Hisui, Emmet returns home with Akari and Rei only to be separated from them midway. The three of them land, alone, underground in a frozen Unova under the reign of Ghetsis and Kyurem

Artwork:

General:

WtST doodles (1)

WtST doodles (2)

The Wurmple Comic

The Ball Squad

Akari, Rei, Goomy, and Spheal

Here comes Pesselle

Marked

Chibi Sticker Design

Blorbo Bleebus sheet

Pandemonic Paradise AU:

Pandemonic Paradise doodles (1)

They are a little upset

Broken AU:

Joltik eviction

Champion doodles and a bundle of Emmets

Illusory Lives AU:

Totally Normal Emmet

It's ya boi

Multi Line AU: (no art has been created for this yet, sorry!)

Paradise Frozen AU: (no art has been created for this yet, sorry!)

Text Posts/Miscellaneous:

General:

Reasoning behind the Faller's team

Do as I say not as I do

Alpha Wurmple!

Giving him a knife

Garchomp impressions

The Joltik of Gear Station (companion fic blurb)

How others are handling it (Iris)

How others are handling it (Elesa)

Jubilife shenanigans

How's that lil Sneasel doing?

Emmet and Lian

Pandemonic Paradise AU:

"I could make that so much worse"

To see yourself in someone else's grief

A realization

Earthquake

Cherry-picked chapter 4 blurbs

Here comes Ingo with a steel chair

I could technically give him a chair

he gets to yell at two legendaries

A disadvantage

Chapter 6 snippet

Broken AU:

Joltik Eviction Elaboration

Explanation of the AU

Unova's Elite Four

Illusory Lives AU:

What if...?

He dead

He's memeing about it though

Scruffable

Multi Line AU:

He done been yote (1)

He done been yote (2)

Volo is royally screwed

Don't talk to me or my brother ever again

Harassing Melli (fic blurb)

Like a stray cat

Paradise Frozen AU:

Wouldn't it be fun?

Technically when I first mentioned it

Miscellaneous:

Hypothetically (Pandemonic Paradise and Illusory Lives au)

#wtst #broken au #multi line au #pandemonic paradise au #illusory lives au #paradise frozen au #masterpost #eggin's writings #finally done! #oooouuuuggghhhh so many spinoffs #so many links #aaaaa #but I am so happy that this is a thing now #I'm really surprised at how much stuff I've made for this series in less than a year #like. wow. where did this come from #I think I'll try to do the same for my other aus too #i told you so and iced tracks and beautiful decline au #tumblr has done some. questionable things with links when I go to edit a post that has some in the past #I really hope that it behaves with this or that the formatting negates the issue #because there are so many freaking links here if they got out of order I think I would scream

[roleshirked]

tag rolodex

#bishounens-are-lesbian-coded : generic media tag and also the tag where i store half-serious takes that pertain to my stance that, well, bishounens are lesbian-coded

#jeanne-d'arc : all media related to the eponymous woman

#lgb-history : with a heavy focus on feminist history specifically, but also documenting instances of attempted historic erasure and how both the feminist and lgb movements have evolved over time

#male-violence : any and all instances, inclusive of physical, emotional, mental, and verbal violence

#medical : all things related to the female body, the science of understanding our bodies, and the medical industry at large

#peaking : meant for materials that expose the motives of the other side of the fence, the kind that are too hard to ignore and, to any reasonable person, should be eye-opening. specific to the broader tenets of radical feminism

#protect-gnc-people : instances of gnc people being celebrated, instances of gnc people being coerced for existing, or instances of gnc people being platformed

#religion : usually thru the lens of religion as a parallel for gender/sex oppression, but often also just reblogs that have anything to do with it

#save : trying to use this as my resource tag, so it's either really great and digestible 101s or it's thought-provoking posts that could be worth to share with other people

#thoughts : original text posts

#tra-nonsense : similar to tra-receipts but usually less overt and more petty, eg. nonsensical tiktok reposts

#tra-receipts : meant for materials that expose the motives of the other side of the fence, the kind that are too hard to ignore and, to any reasonable person, should be eye-opening. specific to tra/genderists material

#tags

[setsujoumayu]

sorry's not enough, you know

sorry's not enough, you know (series):

Study Session

sorry's not enough, you know

Onding

it will be ok.

Balcony Talk (in writer hell)

SUMMARY (from the eponymous second fic in this series):

Izuku is more than a sorry he needed to tell. Izuku was the kid who cried himself to sleep while holding Katsuki close, the kid he pushed away with flaming palms, and the kid he took for granted would always be in his life.

Sorry's not enough.

TAGS (some of them at least):

Canon Compliant

Angst

Fluff... eventually??

Mutual Pining

Slow Burn (over literal years. At the time of first post, this is like a 6-year-old series on my AO3 account.)

RETROSPECTIVE COMMENTARY: Ah, I forgot shortly after creating Study Session (and thinking I was going to make a doujin out of it the same way I was totally going to make a doujin out of Utena), I decided to expand on that universe in a series. But you know. Things changed. The manga quite literally began plagiarizing all the BKDK fics and making the gay subtext text (okay not really, but we're pretty damn close, right?? and because of that, I'm going to be even more miserable on my sinking ship when the last bit of Deku's gayness is finally squeezed out of him by good ol' shounen tropes /s)

This is the pretentious title of that series. But it is also this fic's title, written before Kacchan woke up in the hospital and after I read an insanely long fic on AO3. It was on hiatus for a while, but lately, it's been experiencing a revival. As of writing (5/14/2022), I'm currently struggling on the latest installment.

*sighs*

Why do I write, it's so hard.

#bakudeku #katsudeku #ktdk #bkdk #bakugou x midoriya #katsuki x izuku #ao3fic #ao3 author #ao3 series

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[eponymous-rose]

I was thinking about something that happened about ten years ago - I've talked about it here, but not for a while.

(tw: plane crash, death)

In college, I was close friends with a fellow student named Mike - we had all our classes together, we worked on every project together, we hung out at cafes and made big plans and drew comics in the margins of our notes to make each other laugh. He wanted nothing more than to be a pilot. The last time I saw him he and I and our group of friends were walking down some unused railroad tracks, knowing it was the end and we were all going our separate ways, excited and melancholy in equal measure.

I went off to grad school in 2010; he became a pilot. He flew supply runs in Antarctica, an absolute dream. He shared pictures of every flight he was on: spectacular vistas, impossibly remote places.

I moved to the U.S. in the fall of 2012 for my PhD. There I met some lovely people right off the bat; a somewhat intense woman who confessed to Facebook stalking me once she heard we were going to be in the same office, who introduced me to her awkward-but-sweet boyfriend, also in our graduate program, and promptly invited me to her birthday party to be held two weeks after meeting me. A quiet woman from Brazil who I uncharacteristically approached after class when I noticed she was looking a little down; we chatted and she confessed to feeling lost after moving so far from home, especially now that her husband had moved back. A cheerful woman with a bubbly personality who struck up a conversation with me as we walked between classes.

We realized our Brazilian classmate had never done a US-style pumpkin carving, so when Halloween rolled around I awkwardly invited everyone I'd met thus far to my apartment for just such an activity (where I met the bubbly woman's high school sweetheart, an entertainingly stoic contrast until we got to know each other better). I liked this group of friends, but I didn't know them particularly well, so when my birthday rolled around in January of 2013, I was a little hesitant when they announced they'd throw me a party, but I was cautiously looking forward to it.

Then I got word that a plane Mike was on had crashed in Antarctica.

At first, the news came through piecemeal - he might not have been on the plane, he was on the plane but they were pretty sure it had just made an emergency landing and due to weather they couldn't confirm, but then it was several days in a row of rescue missions being called off again and again due to dangerous weather. In the end, around midnight on my birthday while I was nervously messaging one of our mutual friends and refreshing the news pages, it was confirmed that the plane had been spotted and the crash was not survivable; not even his body could be recovered. I had to convey the news to my friend via text.

It was really devastating as my first (sadly not last) real experience with a death like that, inconceivable and impossible to prepare for and with so little closure. And then I got a message from my group of new friends - they knew what had happened and were okay with calling off the planned party that day, but if I was up for it, they wanted to see me and get me something good to eat and distract me for a few hours.

In spite of the voice inside that told me to wallow, I went. And - I tear up just thinking about it - laid out on the table at my friend's apartment was my name spelled out in cupcakes, with a little Canadian flag in a vase, and it was so cheesy and sweet and heartfelt that I couldn't help but be charmed, distracted from misery. We had a great evening! We ate great food and chatted long into the night.

And for that, and for so many other things, all of their names are engraved on the walls of my heart. I don't mean to make it sound transactional - they did this for me, I would do anything for them, that kind of thing. It's unconditional, it's a realization that near-strangers did something fundamentally kind and I have in turn been given the incredible gift, again and again, to do kind things for them in turn.

I've since been unfathomably lucky to have found another group of friends, the (in)famous Movie Night Crew, who similarly rescued me three years ago when Mom died and Hector died, and that's a story I can't tell yet because it still hurts. But I'm incredibly lucky. I just am.

That group of friends who sat around the table of cupcakes with me after Mike died are still very dear to me, and I'm leaving on Friday to attend one of their weddings (with the exception of the Brazilian woman who is on the other side of the planet being incredible, all the others will be there, including the bubbly woman and her stoic high school sweetheart, now married and part of my weekly D&D game!). As a shy and awkward kid, all I ever wanted was to be a good friend. To have been given these riches of opportunities to learn to be just that... I can't fathom how I got so lucky.

Sappy? Sure. But I hope everyone reading this gets a chance to find that kind of love. It radiates.

#eponymous text post tag

[pers-books]

I was tagged by @thisbluespirit (thanks!) to list 5 of my top fics I’ve written. I confess, I don’t tend to think of my fics in such terms, unless it’s ‘top 5 Kudos’ or ‘top 5 comments’, but I already did that meme! So, top 5 that most enjoyed writing, are:

The Name's Wolfe, Berenice Wolfe: 007, Licensed to Thrill - I wrote this for a Kissing Prompts thing I was doing in the first half of last year (and which I’d previously done in a different fandom). It was written for the kissing prompt one sliding their hand into the other’s hair slowly and I wish I’d been able to write more of it.

It's not a date - it's just dinner at a fancy restaurant - this originated with a post of @slightlyintimidating‘s as has occurred more than once! In this case I found an old post of Sev's with a list of Berena prompts which this one: Robbie doesn’t show at a date and when Bernie gets Serena’s angry and upset text she turns up because “I wouldn’t want to waste a reservation at this restaurant.” and the Bitch Muse just ran away with it!

Bean and Gone - this was sparked by a wlw book I read, although things went differently in the book. Anyway, it’s one of two fics I wrote for @batnbreakfast’s birthday last year and it takes the Bernie-as-a-coffeeshop-owner meme to the hilt. I even designed a bloody logo for the coffeeshop, despite having no graphics skills!

The Long Road to Happiness - oh look, another one inspired by @slightlyintimidating​! Someone posted a list of Celebrity AU prompts and, as per bloody usual, my Bitch Muse leapt on more than one of the prompts. And when Sev reblogged it, she said (of the prompt “we were both child stars on the same show, your career skyrocketed and mine went nowhere, now 20 years later you’re on my doorstep at 3 a.m.” au): #or the child stars one where Bernie married big actor or director Marcus to hide #and ended up having a successful career but has suffered and now filed for divorce #then ran away to Serena to try and hide from the inevitable press clamour for her. And then this happened...

McKinnie and Wolfe: Monster Hunters - I wrote this for the Holby Halloween Monster Mash 2020. It was inspired by a collection of short stories that was my Halloween read - the idea just wouldn’t go away, so fic happened!

Jason Haynes: Matchmaker -  I was inspired to write this by this photo of Jemma Redgrave in a white vest top from her appearance in the TV show Judge John Deed. 

Bernie - my reworking of the play Barnes’ People - Rosa in which Jemma Redgrave starred as the eponymous Rosa last year.

Oblivious - I posted a list of Intimacy Prompts and invited people to pick one or two for me to write. An Anon offered me 9 - watching movies / tv shows, 13 - cuddles and 14 - sharing drinks with the additional request: just them being oblivious idiots doing all domestic stuffs and being basically “married” without realizing it. Thanks :) I absolutely LOVE writing ships from an Outsider Point of View and writing Bernie and Jason bonding was an excuse to do just that here.

Letters to a Naturalist - my first ever - and probably by now infamous! - ‘live action’ fic in which I wrote the actual physical letters in this story and sent them to @corvidden​. I’m proud of the amount of research that went into this fic, if nothing else. 

Aren't you supposed to be dead? -  Someone posted a list of celebrity AU prompts, which I reblogged ages ago and saved some of the prompts for future consideration. Randomly, the Bitch Muse decided this morning to write a slight twist on "wait, you’re supposed to be DEAD and I just recognized you at the grocery store, turns out you just didn’t want to be a celebrity anymore” au and here we are...

Oh damn! The instructions said 5 fics and this is 10! Well I’m not taking any of them back!

Anyway, tagging (with the usual no obligation to participate caveat!) @slightlyintimidating​ @corvidden​ @doctorjameswatson​ @ktlsyrtis​ @magnass​ @sententiousandbellicose​ and @lapalfruity​

#Tag Game #Fanfic #My Writing

[catadromously]

I am absolutely fascinated by your tags for posts; they make me want to go back to doing fun tags. Were your tags inspired by anything, or are they just phrases you like? (Also, I absolutely adore your science comics, they are so, so lovely, especially the salmon one)

yes. yesssssss - my time has come.

most of them i got out of writing and music i like a whole bunch. here:

i’m just gonna go through the Official List as it appears in my about

while it passes your purpose remains (architecture and interiors) - from Monument Valley II, a video game about responsibility, creativity, legacy, and buildings

making music of decline (autumn) - from November for Beginners by Rita Dove

delicate cages (bodies and hands) from Taking the Hands by Robert Bly

end organs (cool flesh forms) - end organs are the structures on nerve endings that allow us to sense touch

here’s anyhow one decent thing (dog tag) - from Man and Dog by Siegfried Sassoon

long as amber of ember glows (fire) -  from the song Would That I by Hozier

it was filled with water sounds & pebbles (freshwater) - from luam/asa-luam by Aracelis Girmay

city of apples (fruit) - from I Watch Her Eat the Apple by Natalia Diaz

each one a word spoken (linguistics) - from the short story The Author of the Acacia Seeds by Ursula K. Le Guin

wakened into song (music) - from the Silmarillion (where the world is made out of music)

return home (ocean tag) - just me

on the seashore of worlds (spaaaaaaace!) - from On the Seashore by Rabindranath Tagore (which is not about space, but that phrase makes me feel things about space)

familiar; unbidden (forests) - from Song for the Rainy Season by Elizabeth Bishop

everything's growing in our garden (abundance) - from the song Garden Song by Phoebe Bridgers

tales of sol iii (people’s stories) - just me (sol iii = Earth :D )

canines for a reason (consumption & carnivores) - from that one comic by grendelmenz

dreams of drowning (consumption but it's water this time) - just me

but instead of sounds we use things (creation) - from the episode Beta in Steven Universe, where an alien accidentally invents art and describes it to a human thusly: 

“Oh no, this was all very intentional. You see, I have this idea: What if we made music, but instead of sounds, we use things?”

still spinning (cycles & spirals) - from the song Untitled God Song by Haley Heynderickx

inherit the earth (fungi, decay) - from Mushrooms by Sylvia Plath

the carpet on my cheek feels like a forest (domestic & mundane) - from the song Sloom by Of Monsters and Men

all my friends are funeral singers (death & funerary culture) - from the song Funeral Singers, by Califone but more famously covered by Sylvan Esso

every place i’ve ever lived is full of ghosts (haunted/connected across time things) - from the song Offering by Loone

love as a fresnel lens (nostos) - from the song Pando by Squalloscope

house theory (houses being bodies being houses) - just me

come into the water (swimming!! yay!!!) - from the eponymous song by Mitski

teapots can't talk (mechanical sympathy) - from What Did by Shel Silverstein

veil of great surprises (awe & wonder) from the song The Only Thing by Sufjan Stevens

running down the hills to you (love) - from the song Home With You by FKA Twigs

then praise the way they change (metamorphosis) - from the song This Too Shall Pass by Danny Schmidt

monstrous existence (monsters) - from the video game Night in the Woods (said by what is potentially god maybe)

do re microcosmos (people in their ordinary lives, archival photo) - just me. based on a poster i misread in middle school i think?

telepathic desert (long distance signalling) - from the eponymous song by Diane Cluck

texō (narrative) - etymology. root of text and textile!

five branches make the hand (trees being people being trees) - just me

oh maker tell me did you know (transhumanism, voidpunk) - from the song Oh Maker by Janelle Monae (which is about robots but i think it fits)

honeyed hearts (warmth) - from Daisy Time by Marjorie Pickthall

and there you have it! but be warned: this system shifts, expands, and mutates like the dreadful tentacular entity it is.

#honestly this is Such a compliment aaaaa #having an extremely cumbersome tag system is something that can actually be so personal - #call and response #about me #tag-alongs #[ref: tag origins] #also just so you know it was all matty's fault

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Best Documentary Short Film Nominees for the 93rd Academy Awards (2021, listed in order of appearance in the shorts package)

NOTE: For viewers in the United States (continental U.S., Alaska, and Hawai’i) who would like to watch the Oscar-nominated short film packages, click here. For virtual cinemas, you can purchase the packages individually or all three at once. You can find info about reopened theaters that are playing the packages in that link. Because moviegoing carries risks at this time, please remember to follow health and safety guidelines as outlined by your local, regional, and national health guidelines.

A Love Song for Latasha (2019)

On March 16, 1991, Latasha Harlins, a 15-year-old African-American girl, was murdered by Soon Ja Du at Du’s convenience store in Los Angeles. The murder, which occurred almost two weeks after Rodney King’s beating at the hands of the Los Angeles Police Department (LAPD), contributed to the start of the 1992 LA riots one year later. Directed by Sophia Nahli Allison, A Love Song for Latasha is an avant grade film that intercuts statements by Latasha’s friends and family about the young girl they cared deeply for. Alongside reenacted scenes of childhood, of black girls frolicking on the Californian coastline and the streets of Los Angeles, the film serves as an intimate eulogy for Latasha – one delivered as memories about her become less immediate.

Whatever justified rage the Los Angeles rioters might have felt in 1992 is not the dominant force in Allison’s film. A Love Song for Latasha is foremost a cinematic lament rather than a political polemic. With the reenacted scenes edited and appearing as if it resembling a home movie, this piece appears like a visualization of the memories that the interviewees are recalling. When Latasha was murdered, she ceased to be just a daughter or a friend. A Love Song for Latasha, thirty years on, seeks to reclaim those distinctions for those who knew her best – something, given the significance of Latasha’s murder in history, that may never happen.

My rating: 6.5/10

Do Not Split (2020, Norway)

From Norwegian documentarian-journalist Anders Hammer comes Do Not Split, a street-level glimpse into the protests against the 2019 Extradition Law Amendment Bill (ELAB) that inspired the passage of the 2020 Hong Kong national security law. The events depicted in Hammer’s film include the Hong Kong police’s sieges of the Chinese University of Hong Kong (CUHK) and Hong Kong Polytechnic University, in addition to small-scale clashes between protesters and police, as well as mainland Chinese instigating confrontations. Hammer’s footage is harrowing material, a collection of violent imagery with few moments of individual revelation or introspection outside of the presence of Michigan-born activist Joey Siu. Do Not Split decides not to attempt a dialectic of why the Chinese Communist Party (CCP) and the Hong Kong Legislative Council (LegCo) are pursuing these changes and are brutalizing the protesters, depriving this film of the context that less knowledgeable viewers might need. For those who have been keeping at least superficially aware of events in Hong Kong, there is never any question on which side Hammer is on – despite Hammer’s journalistic background, this is not a piece of objective journalism.

Yet this is not agitprop due to the politics left mostly unexplained, and none of Do Not Split’s flaws take away from the rawness of the protesters’ desperation and the cynicism of the police and government officials enacting the crackdown. Despite the repetitive nature of the footage by the time it reaches the final stages of its thirty-five-minute runtime, Do Not Split contains excellent, crisp hand-held footage that makes immediate sense of the space and time of the depicted violence.

My rating: 8/10

Hunger Ward (2020)

For Pluto TV (some cord-cutting television service I was not familiar with until I started writing this) and MTV Films and directed by Skye Fitzgerald (2018 Oscar-nominated short film Lifeboat), Hunger Ward follows doctor Aida Al-sadeeq and nurse Mekkia Mahdi as they treat malnourished children in the midst of ongoing the Yemeni famine. The famine, directly related to the civil war that began in late 2014, has seen almost a hundred thousand children die in what UNICEF describes as, “the largest humanitarian crisis in the world.” Fitzgerald film works best when focusing on Al-sadeeq and Mahdi, as they describe the heartbreak conditions of the hunger ward and their experiences since the famine began. However, much of Hunger Ward’s footage is too in-your-face with footage of the mothers’ grieving and the last moments of several children. It appears almost as if gawking at the desperation and death that occurs every day in this hospital.

This is not to say that there is no revelation in the image of a child with their eyes glazed in lifelessness or the unearthly wails of a mother overtaken by grief. Fitzgerald edits and shoots their film in a way that makes this process – a child in their last moments of care, a declaration of death, a shot of the child’s corpse, a cut to the mother inside or arriving to the deathbed, and the echoing despair – occur tediously in their movie. Hunger Ward never breaks from this tedious formula. The film is redeemed only by withholding its slings and arrows until some text prior to the end credits, correctly assigning responsibility with Western nations that have enabled and abetted the violence in Yemen.

My rating: 6/10

Colette (2020)

Colette Marin-Catherine is in her twilight years and, upon first appearances, one might not predict the incredible life story that she has to tell. She was a French Resistance member, and French Resistance narratives tend to be sidelined in favor of those depicting Allied soldiers liberating France instead. But Anthony Giacchino’s (the brother of composer Michael Giacchino) film, distributed by British newspaper The Guardian and made for an extra feature of the virtual reality (VR) video game Medal of Honor: Above and Beyond, decides to linger on the memories of Colette’s murdered brother, who died at Mittelbau-Dora concentration camp in Germany, instead. At the urging and with the assistance of the young historian Lucie Fouble, who is interested in telling Colette’s story (although technically this is not Colette’s story), Colette travels to Germany to visit the site of Mittelbau-Dora so that Colette can… spill out her feelings?         

It is self-evident that Colette does not see the academic or personal value of such a trip, but the irascible subject of this short film will nevertheless humor Fouble – her intentions genuine, her approach questionable. Colette, who cannot forget the loss of brother but has not been dwelling on his death, is emotionally vulnerable throughout the trip to Germany, and the audience learns little about Colette, German atrocities, or her brother. Even in these moments, she remains a compelling figure on-screen, but this movie is a disservice to its eponymous subject – one who deserves more credit as a member of the French Resistance, as someone not defined by the worst thing that had ever happened to her.

My rating: 6/10

A Concerto Is a Conversation (2020)

Distributed by The New York Times and executive produced by Ava DuVernay, Ben Proudfoot and Kris Bower direct a deeply personal documentary short film to bookend this slate of five. A Concerto Is a Conversation contains a conversation between Kris Bowers (composer on 2018’s Green Book and 2021’s The United States vs. Billie Holiday) and his grandfather, Horace Bowers Sr., before the premiere of Bower’s concerto at the Walt Disney Concert Hall in Los Angeles. What follows is a disjointed film with sketches of Jim Crow-era America from Horace’s past to the anxiety-laden self-questioning of Kris’ present. Kris, as a black man, is questioning his place in the classical music world – which has, justifiably in some ways, been seen as staid and white. If A Concerto Is Not a Conversation can bridge the differences between Horace and Kris’ stories, it barely does so thank to the scattershot editing.

Yet Kris and Horace’s conversation is wholesome, admiring, loving. This is Kris’ way to show his appreciation for his grandfather and the struggles that he endured for most of his life. The out-of-focus background makes A Concerto Is Not a Conversation seem almost like a dream, a meeting that almost should not be happening. And in honoring Kris’ profession and the piece that is set to debut, the film is divided into noticeable thirds – just like a concerto’s three movements. A Concerto Is Not a Conversation might not make for the most cohesive viewing, but it is a celebration of a profound bond, tied together by forces that defy even the most eloquent words: music and love.

My rating: 6.5/10

^ All ratings based on my personal imdb rating. Half-points are always rounded down. My interpretation of that ratings system can be found in the “Ratings system” page on my blog (as of July 1, 2020, tumblr is not permitting certain posts with links to appear on tag pages, so I cannot provide the URL).

For more of my reviews tagged “My Movie Odyssey”, check out the tag of the same name on my blog.

From previous years: 88th Academy Awards (2016), 89th (2017), 90th (2018), 91st (2019) and 92nd (2020).

#A Love Song for Latasha #Do Not Split #Hunger Ward #Colette #A Concerto Is a Conversation #Sophia Nahli Allison #Anders Hammer #Skye Fitzgerald #Michael Shueuerman #Anthony Giacchino #Ben Proudfoot #Kris Bowers #Latasha Harlins #Hong Kong #Yemen #Ava DuVernay #93rd Academy Awards #Oscars #31 Days of Oscar #My Movie Odyssey

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Alex centric kindness prompt? Alex is in elementary school when he becomes friends with Maria Deluca. He didn’t realize that friendship would also come with Mama Deluca. (Maybe Alex spends the night and is shocked that some parents sing their kids lullabies, and kiss their foreheads at bedtime and he’s even more shocked when he’s included in this ritual.)

Thank you!! I absolutely loved this prompt, although it took me too long to write it.

InsidiousIntent was my amazing beta for this fic, and screamed at me for making her cry. Then she was insistent that I make you suffer the same, so here it is :) The title is her suggestion as well, from an eponymous (I think) poem by Anonymous.

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Also on AO3

"Alex, we're having a sleepover!" Maria greets Alexenthusiastically when he finds her in the little corner of the schoolgrounds.

"A sleepover?" Alex frowns. He's never had one, except ifyou count sleeping on the floor of the Valenti cabin with hisbrothers and Kyle.

"Mama phoned your Dad and he said yes!"

"Really?" Alex asks, awed. Maria has been talking aboutinviting him to her home for her birthday for weeks, but he didn'tthink Dad would ever agree.

Maria nods enthusiastically and hugs him, dragging them both into alittle dance.

Alex is still getting used to how tactile hisfriend can be. He's never met someone like Maria before. He justfollowed Kyle everywhere, on the first day of school, afraid oflosing sight of the only other personhe knew, and Maria came and jumped on Kyle from behind, nearly makingthem both stumble to the floor. She then proceeded to solemnlyintroduce herself to Alex, explaining that her Mama knew Kyle's Daddyand since Kyle's Daddy knew Alex's Dad, that meant they were allfriends. Alex didn't think that was quite how it was supposed towork, but he didn't protest when she took his hand at the nextlineup.

The three of them have been friends ever since,though Kyle is the only one who is also friends with most of theirclass. Alex tends to keep to himself, and Maria seems to be a bit toomuch for mostof the other children.

"It will be after my birthday party on Saturday," Mariasays when they stop dancing. "You'll stay all night and Mamawill drive you back in the morning."

Alex smiles in response to her enthusiasm. The idea is a littledaunting, but he wants to be as good a friend to Maria as she is tohim. And her Mama seems nice, when she comes to pick up Maria afterschool.

He carefully prepares a small overnight bag on Saturday, with Flint'shelp for once, and puts his gift to Maria inside. It's a wind chimehe made himself, with colorful beads his mother left behind and ashell he picked up at the beach last summer. He traded a whole weekof taking out the trash so Harlan could help him drill a hole in theshell, then threaded a piece of yellow string through the beads, withcareful knots at both ends. Maria loves yellow.

MrsValenti picks him up and drives him and Kyle over to Maria's house.Maria hugs them both enthusiastically, before introducing Alex to hermother between giggles.

“I've heard a lot about you, Alex,” the bright-eyed woman sayswith a smile. She's warm and gentle, and she wears a lot of jewelrythat moves with her and shines. Alex likes her, though he feels alittle intimidated.

“It's an honor to meet you, ma'am,” he says with a tremblingvoice, trying his best to channel his father.

“Oh, don't call me ma'am! Mimi is fine,” the woman laughs.

Alex calls her ma'am again five times during the day, and shecorrects him every time until he shyly tries to call her Mimi. Whenhe does, she gives him a bright smile and a hug.

Alex freezes in place until she lets him go and hides in Maria'sbedroom for half-an-hour.

Alex and Kyle are the only boys at the party, but Alex doesn't mind.The three girls Maria invited are all nice and polite, and theirmothers distant. For once, Kyle is the one tagging along with Alex, abit shy around girls. Maria jumps up and down and runs around a lot,and dances with everyone she gets her hands onto. She blows hercandles in one sweep and ends up with a lot of chocolate on her face.

Alex carefully eats his cake with his spoon and decides it's the bestcake he's ever tasted.

He watches Maria open her gifts, which are all store-bought pinkdolls and miniature kitchen pans, until she gets to his. It looks sosloppy beside the others, because he wrapped it himself, and he'ssuddenly terrified that Maria isn't going to like it. He wants torun, to escape this room with too many people in it, but he's stuckat the table beside Kyle and he can't move. He doesn't even feel thetears running down his face until Maria looks up from tearing off thewrapping paper.

“Why are you crying?” she asks, tilting her head.

Alex shakes his head and sniffles. The other children stare at thetwo of them for a moment, then collectively decide that since Mariahas finished opening her gifts, it's time to go play. In a fewseconds, they're alone at the table.

Maria catches Mimi's eyes, then she jumps off her chair, grabs Alex'shand and drags him to her bedroom. Alex follows reflexively, used toMaria taking the initiative.

“What's wrong?” Maria asks Alex, sitting him down on the bed.

“You−you don't like my gift,” Alex stammers, still crying. Hehates how easily he cries. It makes him weak. His brothers don't evercry, except Flint when Mom left, but that was over a year ago.

Maria holds out her hand, holding the little wind chime tightly.

“Of course I like it!” she says, sounding offended. “There'syellow beads! Did you make it yourself?”

Alex nods, relieved. He wipes his face with his sleeve.

“It's beautiful, Alex,” a soft voice says from behind him. Alexturns to see Mimi leaning on the door frame. “Do you want to hangit now?”

“Yes!” Maria jumps to her feet. “At the window!”

Mimi must be a nice mother to have, Alex thinks, as he watches herlift Maria up so she can hang the chime from the window handle. Hedoesn't remember if Mom ever hugged him like that, only that herhands and her eyes were almost as dark as Mimi's.

“Look, Alex!” Maria points at the chime. “It's the same coloras my shirt!”

Alex is crying again. He doesn't even know why, but he doesn't likeit.

“I think Alex is getting a little overwhelmed,” Mimi says. “Howabout you stay in here for a bit, darling?”

Alex nods. He doesn't want to go back to the other children. There'stoo much noise and too many people.

“I wanna stay too,” Maria says.

Mimi crouches down. “Maria, you can't leave your guests alone fortoo long, but how about this: you let Alex calm down in here whileyou play with your friends a little more, and then we say goodbye toeveryone and you can come back.”

“Okay,” Maria nods after thinking about it for a bit. “Is itokay, Alex?”

“Okay,” Alex sniffles.

Maria rummages through her bookcaseand comes back with a book. “Here!” she hands it to Alex. “Soyou have something to do!”

Then she runs back to the living room.

“Don't worry, little man,” Mimi says. “We'll be back soon,alright?”

Alex nods and smiles a little. He doesn't mind staying behind.Maria's room is very nice and it smells good, and he's used to beingalone.

Later that night, afterthe other children and their parents are gone andthey've eaten dinner, Maria and Mimi layout a little mattress for Alex on the floor of Maria's room. Mimithen sits down on the bed with a book she pulls out of the top shelf,with a picture of a dragon on the cover.

“Bilbo?” Maria asks, excitedly jumping ontothe bed.

“We can start back at the beginning so Alexisn't lost,” Mimi answers.

Alex watches them curiously as Maria curls underMimi's arm.

“Alex, baby, come here,” Mimi pats the space on her other side.

Alex's eyes widen. "Me?"

“Of course,” Mimi says warmly. “Unless you don't want to,that's okay too.”

“I can read,” Alex frowns.

“Then we can all take turns.”

“Come on, Alex, it's a good book!” Maria says. “You'll likeit.”

Carefully, Alex climbs onto the bed. He holds himself just out ofreach of Mimi's free arm, and she doesn't insist on pulling himcloser.

The book is a grown-up book, with very few pictures. The text swimsin front of Alex when he tries to make sense of it. He's not the bestat reading at school. It's hard, and Flint doesn't want to help himlike he used to anymore, now that he's started middle school. Momtaught all of his older brothers before they started school, but Alexwas too small when she left, so he had to teach himself.

Mimi starts reading, sliding her finger along the page to show themthe words, but Alex can't focus on the story. He's too aware of howclose he is to Mimi's body, how warm she is. Maria is staring at himover the book instead of following along. Alex stares back, and shefrowns a little before she starts giggling.

“Maria?” Mimi asks.

“Alex is happy,” Maria says between bouts of laughing.

“Yes, darling. I can feel it too.”

Alex looks up at Mimi. “Really?” he asks. Is that what happyfeels like?

Mimi nods and smiles at him. “Do you want to take a turn atreading?”

Alex struggles with the too long words, so he only reads twosentences before Maria, who is more practiced than him and alreadyknows the story, takes over.

When he slides under the blanket on the mattress a little later,already half asleep, his head is full of dwarves and houses withround doors and adventure. He watches Mimi kiss the top of Maria'shead before tucking her in, and waits for her to leave.

Instead, Mimi bends down again and places a gentle kiss on Alex'sforehead.

He hopes she doesn't see the tear on his cheekbefore shuts the light off.

-

Comments/reblogs make me warm inside. Even if you want to scream at me.

This is one of three prompts I received on the same day, and although I am very slow filling them, they will be posted as a series on AO3.

#roswell new mexico #alex manes #maria deluca #mimi deluca #roswell nm fanfiction #found family #prompt fill #mine #echo's fanfiction #angsty-aliens