This is so unbelievably true. I once went to a choir concert titled 'Dolly and Holly' (composed of only Holly Near and Dolly Parton songs). Their encore was a lesbian version of Jolene (they had sung the normal one for the opener), and I could never describe why the second version was so much more hopeful. Now I can. (~I'm beggin of you pleeease don't take a man~)
Sometimes you need to let the protagonist be wrong, in a way that's tragic and destructive. Having the main character be completely, utterly wrong about something doesn't detract from the tragedy. Sometimes it is the tragedy. Like consider the song Jolene. The tragedy is not about some breathtakingly beautiful femme fatale waltzing in and stealing the narrator's man right in front of her eyes. It's about the song narrator's own feelings.
It's a song about a woman who thinks so little of herself that she would so desperately cling to a man whom she can't even trust would stay faithful to her. It's irrelevant whether she even has reason to suspect that he would cheat or not, she is utterly convinced that he would leave the first minute that someone prettier becomes an option. She even explicitly states that she could never love again if he leaves her, the thought that she could perhaps one day spend her life with somebody that she could actually trust is not an option.
It's pathetic that this woman is convinced that the only thing she can do is to plead the potential other woman to not give her man the chance to cheat, or to abandon her for an upgrade. It's irrelevant whether the threat she's perceiving is real or not, the fact that she is convinced of it is tragedy in its own right. And the song doesn't even give us any hints of how Jolene herself has approached this situation, there's no mention of her even interacting with the narrator's man. For all we know, she could be sitting there like
Went to the Johnny Cash museum with my Dad on a road trip. Very cool place, tons of history with sort of a freeroam floorplan in roughly chronological order. It funneled into a single doorway and we figured it would be a lil thank you for coming message. It was not. The last exhibit was a bare room with a giant screen playing this music video. You better believe there was not a dry eye in it.
Okay okay we all know Johnny cash did his cover of Hurt and we were all like “ok he owns that now” but I watched the music video he made and I’m like “oh he OWNS it owns it”
You know I honestly don't remember this show being quite this gay. Considering how gay I remember it being, that's really saying something!
BL writers are quaking in their boots
To be fair, I have met (and herded out of a mildly exploding building) kids like that. Highschoolers, man. Just enough smarts to be so, so stupid.
Because some kids can't even hold onto the instruction of "there is a killer robot loose in the school, evacuate" Amazing Spiderman 8
All of the Prehistoric Pride guys in one collective post to celebrate pride month. Choose your fighter and have an awesome time :D
More suggestions are always welcome, I sadly was not able to cover everyone, but I will do more of these in the future!
I am going to add more and more to the collection as I get them done :D
If you would like to support my silly little dinosaur art, then you can buy any of these Prideaurs as stickers from my Etsy shop, which I just set up recently. I am pretty new to this entire business side of art things, but I am trying my best :D so a like or a reblog would go a long way. Thank you guys so much for all your kind words and support!
Re-blogging not just for the hot take, but also for that terrible (wonderful) pun
I'm totally stealing 'literary hurts' to substitute for 'literally hurts' when it comes to classic literature fuckery
I keep forgetting how absolutely cringe Fitzwilliam Darcy is before his first proposal...🤣
The guy was so clueless it literary hurts
He does eventually get over it, and I feel like the bigger problem is she has zero powers to fight a literal superhero with and will hurt himself trying...but yeah it's not great.
(And liguistic drift's a real bitch sometimes XD)
Pete, I get it. Princess Python is VERY attractive but she's also a hardened criminal you can punch her, its fine. Amazing Spiderman 22
NGL, I would 100% wear a ladies version of this sadly I am too curvy for the original
Does anyone have a pattern for that cunty Spock outfit, you know the one, black velvet cape-shirt thing from the movie era.
Seriously tho, WHAT is that hairstyle? Bright red cornrows with the world's sharpest widow's peak?!
It's got to be like a jughead's hat situation where it's an abstract representation of a known real-world thing, and the real world thing is no longer ubiquitous enough to be instantly recognizable, but damned if I can come up with the explanation.
Norman could be such a good man if only he allowed himself to be. Amazing Spiderman 47
NOOOOO! DAMN IT, BILLY-BARD! I love Shakespeare so much, but this one play just will not stop haunting me. I'll never reach the ends of it. It's like a puddle that goes down far enough to have angler fish.
I have been exposed to this more than any other of The Bard's work, and never once by choice. I have been forced to read this play cover to cover four times in school, including for one exhausperated highschool teacher who got the lot of us engaged by giving extra credit to whoever found the most dick jokes. I've seen it performed by every kind of troop from school kids to the actual globe theater. I once got roped into playing a bit part in a performance art street production because I happen to be walking by, and I NEVER CAUGHT THIS?!?
I tip my hat to you, thank you for showing me yet another facet to the peerless jewel I am repeatedly clubbed over the head with whether I like it or not.
It's a perfect sonnet.
14 lines. 3 stanzas in ABAB rhyme, and a rhyming couplet at the end.
It starts off with each of them speaking a whole stanza. Romeo offering up a self depreciating metaphor (a pilgrim at a holy shrine, sinful for wanting to place a kiss on her hand), and Juliet returning it (it's not a sin for a pilgrim to touch the hands of a saint. Pilgrims and the saints hands can touch. )
Then they share a quatraine, keeping the rhyme and rhythm steady, the flirting turning even more overt. (Saints and pilgrims both have lips, yeah? Well, sure, for prayer. Well if a pilgrims hand can touch a saints hand, then their lips...)
Then they each speak half a couplet (the saints dont make the first move, but if its a prayer....well, here I am, praying....), and share their first kiss.
It's flirty and silly and a little irreverent, and they become more and more in sync as they speak.
This is a heightened, fantastical, almost reality bending moment. This is a moment where two lonely teenagers, one who is having her future decided without her and the other fresh from an unrequited rejection, feel the world shift around them.
And the foreshadowing sits at the end of stanza 3. This is an act of faith, but if it cannot be, it will turn to despair.
And I just. The craft of it. The poetry of it. How the form and the rhythm mirror the metaphor and mirror the emotion of it.
soooooo we all agree that @contact-guy has completely altered our brain chemistries, yes?