NOT THE VERY BUTTON

maebytoday:

saverockandroll:

can we please stop pretending that john green is the most profound writer to ever exist

or, we could let kids finally have a role model that they can look up to who is not only a very talented writer but also an incredibly good human being who is making a positive difference in the world instead of, once again, beating down people for uninhibitedly loving what they love.

Also your premise in general is pretty weak. Like, John Green is a blip on the map of overrated literature. (And I will freely admit as a John Green fan that he can DEFINITELY be overrated.) Most people still don’t even know who John Green even is. Like on the internet and tumblr and in circles where YA literature is widely read — sure. Everybody knows about John Green. But I walk into a college English department? Ain’ t nobody there who knows who the fuck I’m talking about. 

Like, you want to talk about writers who are are constantly, incessantly lauded as profound? Let’s talk about Dickens and Dostoevsky and David Foster Wallace and Flannery O’Conner and Nathaniel Hawthorne and Tolstoy and James Fucking Joyce. 

I’ve read so many critically hailed novels and short stories by those assholes only to come away feeling like I wanna punch people for shoving their shit down my throat. Sometimes they’re good. Wallace and O’Conner on particular have their moments. But overall that shit leaves a bland sawdust kinda taste in my mouth. And I’m sure there are some grad students and professors and academics out there who would wanna slap me for saying such things. But that’s my read. I think Dickens was a fucking hack. And Dostoevsky was so self-hating and masochistic that I can’t get two words into his shit without gagging. 

Like, fair enough. John Green is pretty overexposed right now. And you have every right to think him overrated and to roll your eyes at people who do think he’s “the most profound writer to ever exist.” I would probably roll my eyes at that too. 

But perspective is important is all I’m saying. 

(via adventuretimewithdeanandcas)

#John Green #Literature #perspective

Registered for classes.

I’m taking one called “Rhetoric of Fandom”

This is the course description:

Trekkies. Whovians. Potterheads. Beliebers. Little Monsters. Cheeseheads. Twihards. The 12th Man. Fan groups like these, shaped by a shared devotion to music, sports, and popular culture, are becoming more common as young adults from all demographics try to form community in an increasingly partisan and polarized world. This course explores the ways in which fans, fandom, and fanaticism are portrayed in media and pop culture. In what ways has the invention of the Internet changed popular perception of fans and fandoms, and how have fandoms used the Internet in order to build digital and international communities? What distinguishes a “true fan” from a casual follower, and who creates those distinctions? How does participation in fandom communities encourage self-expression?

Unit I of this class will ask students to explore the varying definitions of terminology essential to the themes of the class, such as “fan,” “fandom,” “community,” “creativity,” and “self-epression.” Students will then research the historical and cultural context of a specific fandom, and reflect on the ways in which the terms defined early in the semester apply to their fandom. Unit II will ask students to study an artifact produced by their fandom (fan fiction, fan videos, fantasy football blogs, theories for future episodes of a show, etc.), and consider the ways in which that artifact represents a departure from, devotion to, or reimagining of the original material. In Unit III, students will utilize the rhetorical strategies they developed in Unit II to argue for the importance of their fandom to an audience of skeptics. 

[ I CAN GO THE DISTANCE PLAYS IN THE BACKGROUND]

#fandom #college #ut #I HAVE OFTEN DREAMED #OF A FAR OFF PLACE #WHERE A HER'S WELCOME WOULD BE WAITING FOR ME #WHERE THE CROWDS WILL CHEER WHEN THEY SEE MY FACE #AND A VOICE KEEPS SAYING #THIS IS WHERE I'M MEANT TO BE #I'LL BE THERE SOMEDAY #I CAN GO THE DISTANCE #I WILL FIND MY WAY #IF I CAN BE STRONG #I KNOW EVERY MILE WILL BE WORTH MY WHILE #WHEN I GO THE DISTANCE I'LL BE RIGHT WHERE I BELOOOOOOOOOOOONG

maryjunenotmaryjane:

not-the-very-button:

maryjunenotmaryjane:

notice Dean calls her by her birth name while Sam calls her by her slave name

"slave" name???

Sam called her by the name she VISIBLY AND AUDIBLY PREFERRED in order to make her comfortable and put her at ease!

Dean on the other hand continued to call her the name she vehemently denied  association with because his approach has always been one of direct confrontation. 

Dean felt she needed to deal with her past in an abrupt and straight-forward manner. And dealing with things up front can be valuable.

But Sam understood that in this circumstance forcing the ugly truth upon Annie/Alex in her fragile psychological state wasn’t going to endear them to her. It was gonna make her shut down. She needed someone to listen to her and validate her feelings before she could come to understand that her abusers were, in fact, abusers. 

That’s kind of the nature of stockholm syndrome. And continuous abusive relationships in general. 

You identify with your abuser to the point that the mere suggestion that their treatment might be abusive puts you on the defensive. 

You didn’t supply context with your observation so I don’t know if you were trying to blame Sam here, but that’s what I got from your use of the term “‘slave’ name.”

And I don’t agree with that assessment of the situation at all. This wasn’t a case of Sam being insensitive and oppressive. This was a case of Sam being intuitive in regards to a psychologically and emotionally complex scenario. 

That doesn’t mean Dean’s approach was malicious. It just means Dean’s approach wasn’t appropriate in the circumstances. 

Yea, sorry, didn’t mean for it to come off that way. I only meant “slave name” in the sense that it was the name given to her by the family that enslaved her (and as Sam and Dean called her a “bloodslave”). (when I liveblog I tend to make my posts pretty quick and to the point)

Yea, I completely agree with what you said, and it was a similar thought I had, about how Sam was being way more gentle toward her and that one of the ways was by calling her by the name she clearly preferred.

Fair enough! Haha. Sorry about that. I get intense in the aftermath of SPN episodes. And the shortness of your post is totally understandable. I tend to jump and cling to the minutia of diction in the heat of the moment. I apologize if I came off heated. *slithers back into a hole in the ground*

#YOU'RE A NICE PERSON #I LIKE YOUR BLOG

Just re-entered my room after the bug bomb.

I found 26 flea carcasses in plain sight. 

in plain sight.

WHO KNOWS HOW FUCKING MORE OF THE DEAD THINGS ARE LIKE LURKING IN CREVASSES AND SHIT. 

Currently washing every item of clothing in my room. 

Or. At least. I WOULD be. But only one of the fucking washers is open and working. One of em’s broke and the other two are taken, but off. Clean fucking clothes just sitting in them. Well. I say clean…

I genuinely was gonna be that asshole who took someone else’s shit out of the washer. Because who the fuck leaves their shit in there for more than thirty minutes. And one of them only had like two towels in them. AND ALSO I HAVE FUCKING FLEAS IN MY SHIT.

so I went to take those two towels out, lifted one, and out fell this weird black toy. And here’s the thing. I know what sex toys look like. This wasn’t that. Or at least. This wasn’t intended to be a sex toy. It had fucking Venom from Spiderman’s face on one side and the other side kind of tapered off. And I looked at it, super confused for a second, and tried to pick it up

when what should pour from it’s grotesquely faded, open mouth but some sort of brown liquid. 

The liquid smelled of shit and dead dreams. I dropped the toy, screamed, shut the lid, and vowed never to use that machine ever ever ever again. 

Ever. 

Because listen. I’m not saying that somebody used that weird Vemon toy as an anal probe. 

But that’s exactly what I’m saying. 

Cause if not I don’t know what the fuck that liquid was and frankly, either way, I don’t fucking want to know. 

So yeah. Only using the one washer. So it’s gonna take me fucking forever to do all my fucking flea laundry. 

God fucking damn my life. 

#fleas #fuck fucking everything

oh my god one of the communications advisors literally e-mailed me back IMMEDIATELY and gave me all the information I needed and was super nice and there are good people in this world praise jebus. 

My room is infested with fleas. 

I have to register for classes today.

My advisor WON’T HELP ME because I want to switch into RTF and he’s an ASSHOLE who keeps trying to shove English major courses down my throat. 

PLEASE FUCK THE FUCK OFF SIR. I AM SO FUCKING TIRED OF OTHER PEOPLE TELLING ME WHAT I NEED TO BE DOING. I’M AWARE THAT I’M A GOOD WRITER. I FUCKING KNOW, OKAY? DOESN’T CHANGE THE FACT THAT I’M NOT GOING TO MAJOR IN FUCKING ENGLISH OKAY?

GET THE FUCK OVER IT. 

I just want to take the intro RTF courses I need so I can apply to transfer in September and get in and get my fucking life together. 

And I don’t want to go home because FUCKING FLEAS. 

And as soon as I get home I’ll have to start fucking washing all of my goddamn sheets and clothes and it’s some bullshit let me tell you. 

I would get fleas. It would be me. I don’t even own a dog. And I’ve got fucking DOG FLEAS in my room. All up on my sheets. 

I had to set off a fucking bug bomb last night. I’m sure my roommates loooooooooooove me. ugh. UGH. 

#everything is terrible