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dragonlady7via http://ift.tt/1sp2evy:magickedteacup reblogged your post and added: “So I am a bitter, raddled old hag who hates America and freedom, and…”
dude. DUDE! It warms my heart that you got a…
I don’t mind people talking about Disney stuff, clearly they’ve been a formative influence on how several generations of us tell and listen to and perceive stories. I don’t hate Disney, I just genuinely give zero fucks either direction, and so having no fucks to give, it sometimes gets to be a pain when it’s assumed that my fucks are directed in a fashion they’re just not.
I just– it’s either eased up or I’ve PostBlocked all of them by now, but for a while there most of my time on Tumblr was spent resignedly scrolling past endless long uncut posts of Disney Princesses As The Astrological Signs or As Goths or As You’ve Never Imagined!!! as Ponies! as Realistic! as furries! like, jesus fuck, I get it, they are iconic and you can draw them in different ways, it’s okay, but I literally don’t even know who half of these characters are in the first place so this is completely meaningless to me.
It’s along the same lines as the fifteen-screen-length “okay but!” headcanon posts about obscure trivia bits of Harry Potter re-imagined to be socially-just utopias. I get it, I get it, good lord.
I am a bitter and unloving creature with a shrivelled black heart and I do not consume the recommended palliative fictions in properly-immersive fashions. Dude I was like 20 when Sorcerer’s Stone came out, okay? I was already too old to play dress-up when The Little Mermaid came out. For good or ill, my id was largely formed independent of these marketing franchises.
I don’t judge anybody who is super into it! I am a big girl and can deploy PostBlock now that I’ve mastered basic browser extensions, and failing that, I can scroll past things. I just exist on a plane tangential to the one that everyone else seems to be on, where these things are relevant and interesting.
And that’s fine. I don’t really care. I just thought it was funny. It’s not that I’ve never cared about any of these things– I stayed up all night reading OOTP when it came out and I cried like a baby, and my middle sister and I clung to each other sobbing through half of Lilo and Stitch when it was in theaters (I cherish the memory of the little kid next to me who shout-whispered to her mother “what is wrong with those ladies” as we blubbered)– okay, so, clearly what it is that affects me is stories about sisters, I guess we’ve uncovered my deep psychological Deal here.
(I have three blood sisters, and more non-blood sisters, and it’s just really important to me, okay; I’ve tried to talk about it on here before and nobody gets what I mean, but each of my sisters has admitted that she also has non-blood sisters, and sometimes I meet these non-blood sisters of my blood sisters and I wonder what our relationship should be called. Because I am tied to them, too, and it’s fascinating and we culturally lack the language to discuss it.)
dude. DUDE! It warms my heart that you got a…
I don’t mind people talking about Disney stuff, clearly they’ve been a formative influence on how several generations of us tell and listen to and perceive stories. I don’t hate Disney, I just genuinely give zero fucks either direction, and so having no fucks to give, it sometimes gets to be a pain when it’s assumed that my fucks are directed in a fashion they’re just not.
I just– it’s either eased up or I’ve PostBlocked all of them by now, but for a while there most of my time on Tumblr was spent resignedly scrolling past endless long uncut posts of Disney Princesses As The Astrological Signs or As Goths or As You’ve Never Imagined!!! as Ponies! as Realistic! as furries! like, jesus fuck, I get it, they are iconic and you can draw them in different ways, it’s okay, but I literally don’t even know who half of these characters are in the first place so this is completely meaningless to me.
It’s along the same lines as the fifteen-screen-length “okay but!” headcanon posts about obscure trivia bits of Harry Potter re-imagined to be socially-just utopias. I get it, I get it, good lord.
I am a bitter and unloving creature with a shrivelled black heart and I do not consume the recommended palliative fictions in properly-immersive fashions. Dude I was like 20 when Sorcerer’s Stone came out, okay? I was already too old to play dress-up when The Little Mermaid came out. For good or ill, my id was largely formed independent of these marketing franchises.
I don’t judge anybody who is super into it! I am a big girl and can deploy PostBlock now that I’ve mastered basic browser extensions, and failing that, I can scroll past things. I just exist on a plane tangential to the one that everyone else seems to be on, where these things are relevant and interesting.
And that’s fine. I don’t really care. I just thought it was funny. It’s not that I’ve never cared about any of these things– I stayed up all night reading OOTP when it came out and I cried like a baby, and my middle sister and I clung to each other sobbing through half of Lilo and Stitch when it was in theaters (I cherish the memory of the little kid next to me who shout-whispered to her mother “what is wrong with those ladies” as we blubbered)– okay, so, clearly what it is that affects me is stories about sisters, I guess we’ve uncovered my deep psychological Deal here.
(I have three blood sisters, and more non-blood sisters, and it’s just really important to me, okay; I’ve tried to talk about it on here before and nobody gets what I mean, but each of my sisters has admitted that she also has non-blood sisters, and sometimes I meet these non-blood sisters of my blood sisters and I wonder what our relationship should be called. Because I am tied to them, too, and it’s fascinating and we culturally lack the language to discuss it.)
