Do you think every president goes through a awkward first few weeks in office when they’re not sure when’s the right time to ask if aliens are real or not?
Expectations Vs. Reality / Game of thrones
I’m still a pretty combustible mix of sad and angry about it all but I’m getting back on the horse with Bomb Girls.
I had a night and a new pen to figure out Elphaba. I don’t think I did.
okay here’s what you gotta to if you want to watch the second season of bomb girls: watch it, but intersperse it with lovecatcadillac's fic whenever the going gets tough (and believe me, the going will get tough.) then, after the season two finale, read nimmieaimee's If I should learn, in some quite casual way. that is your series wrap-up. DO NOT, UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES, WATCH THE MOVIE.
this is your guide to watching Bomb Girls with minimal amounts of pain. good luck and godspeed.
don’t worry that’s just strawberry juice
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"The big promise, that we might actually get the things we want"
"… what if it’s a lie?"
I’ve been betrayed narratively a lot of times, but I don’t think it ever hurt- and still does hurt- like Bomb Girls. I mean, Twin Peaks betrayed me and it didn’t hurt this much. Ripper Street betrayed me and it didn’t hurt this much. Stigmata- well okay, there was nothing there to betray in the first place. But I can look back on shows like Twin Peaks and Ripper Street and go “oh well.” Bomb Girls is the only one that still tangibly hurts, months- years, even- later. Like, a physical ache in my chest whenever I think about it. But I think I know why.
I always hope for representation when I consume media, but hoping for it and expecting it are two very different things. I can hope all I want, but having queer/disabled/abused characters who are treated with respect in the mainstream media is still kind of a distant dream. So when something like Ripper Street fumbles their queer representation, I’m mad but I’m not disappointed. Disappointment requires expecting something different in the first place. I may be optimistic, but I’m not naive.
Bomb Girls, though- Bomb Girls actually promised something. Maybe not in so many words, but every time I read an interview with the writers or actors calling Kate and Betty a “really special relationship” or every time they dropped lines in about Betty being “a true friend who loved me” I really thought that something was going to happen. I wasn’t scrambling for subtext anymore. And Kate- Kate had such a special place in my heart because she felt so much like me. I wasn’t raised by fundamentalist Christians and I didn’t run away from home, but as an abuse survivor who struggled to figure out her sexuality, she really clicked for me. Which made it all the more painful when fandom howled for her head and called her a bitch and a tease, but at least the show cared, right? They were going to give her a proper arc, right?
Yeah … no. And I honestly don’t think it would hurt as much as it did- does- if I hadn’t thought there was a real chance. If it hadn’t seemed like the creators were really dedicated to telling this story, this romance between two women who were scarred and brittle and loved each other. I didn’t expect Twin Peaks to tell me that story. I didn’t expect Ripper Street to. But god, I thought Bomb Girls was going to break the mold. And it hurts so much that in the end, they either couldn’t or wouldn’t. Because what it tells me is that it’s going to be that much longer before my story gets told.
Do you ever read your scripts and think to yourself, “That still happens, yeah, that still happens in modern America?” The plight of women, while it has improved, has not advanced to the point where these are the types of mistreatments that are so unusual that they are extinct.
like tbh i feel like my problem with the “dark and gritty!!” trend in modern stories is this
there’s this idea in our culture that cynicism is realistic? that only children believe in happy endings, that people are ultimately selfish and greedy and seeing with clear eyes means seeing the world as an awful place
that idealism is— easy, i guess. butterflies and sunshine and love are easy things to have in your head.
but i’ve known since i was fifteen that idealism— faith in humanity— optimism— is the most difficult thing in the entire world.
i constantly struggle to have faith in humanity, because it’s really, really easy to lose it. it’s easy to look at the news and go “what were you expecting? of course humans behave this way.” it’s easy to see the world and go “ugh, there’s no hope there.” and the years when i believed that were easy. miserable— but easy.
it is hard work to see the good in people. it is hard work to hope. it is hard work to keep faith and love and joy and appreciation for beauty in my daily life.
and when moviemakers and tv producers and writers go “omg!!! all characters are selfish and act poorly and don’t love each other, nothing ever happens that is happy or good, that’s so much more realistic, that’s so much more adult”
no, it’s not
it’s the most childish thing i can imagine.
Fuck, Marry, or Kill with Sleepy Hollow Cast - George Washington, Paul Revere, and Benjamin Franklin
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