I love rereading my own fanfic, actually. It’s like the person who wrote it knew exactly what I wanted and was writing it specifically to appeal to m—oh wait.
PLEASE tell me what you think the word ‘trope’ means. in your own words. what do you think a trope is. PLEASE tell me. pl
well you see a trope means it’s a popular tag on ao3. it only exists in fanfiction! :) that’s famously why you never hear about people analyzing popular tropes in classical literature or across the works of shakespeare :) the only tropes are things like ‘fake dating’ and ‘enemies to lovers’ and if a person is talking about a trope it means they’re talking about fanfiction
like really the ironic thing is that these are the people complaining about Internet Poisoned Fandom People, but by exclusively associating a word meaning ‘literary convention’ with fandom and fanfiction and ao3, they themselves are the ones revealing they know very little about literary analysis and can only think about these terms through the lens of fanfiction. my siblings in christ you are the Internet Poisoned Fandom People
Interesting….
Obviously tropes exist across all sorts of work. OTOH, the trope-forward way of framing the question strikes me as a pretty strong indicator of fan culture. It would never occur to me ask someone that, and if you asked me, I would spend about a minute blinking at you while I tried to figure out an answer. There certainly are tropes I enjoy, but I don’t categorize things I read that way automatically. Inclusion of any particular tropic element is pretty far down the list of qualities that will lead me to enjoy something.
TOP 20 GROUP DYNAMICS: (as voted by my followers) #06. eleanor, chidi, tahani, jason, janet and michael (the good place) As long as I’m with you guys, I’m always in the fake Good Place.
hi i’m seeing no one talk about this cover??? this is HAUNTING, it’s dedicated it to everyone who’s died from the coronavirus so far especially healthcare staff i just,,,
Hozier singing trad song “The Parting Glass”
Other celebrities: (goopily drip upon, of all things, “imagine”)
Us: (call for the guillotine)
Hozier: (a bittersweet lad, sings an ancient song to the departed)
Us: play this over silent, crisply shot black and white footage of the empty streets and silent landmarks. cut with shots of our drowning hospitals. An acceptable future documentary of 2020 that we will allow.
My audio processing isnt working in the brain. Can someone PLEASE tell me what the crud he’s saying because all i can make out are sounds not words
Saw your post while skimming through the reblog and did not see an answer, so for accessibility! Hozier is singing the following:
Of all the money that e’er I had / I spend it in good company
And of all the harm that e’er I done / Alas it was to none but me
For all I’ve done for want of wit / to memory now I can’t recall
So fill to me the parting glass / good night and joy be with you all.
Of all the comrades that e’er I had / they’re sorry for my going away
And of all the sweethearts that e’er I had / they’d wish me one more day to stay
But as it falls unto my lot / that I must go and you must not
I’ll gently rise and I’ll softly call / good night and joy be with you all.
when i first read the lyrics to this a year or so ago, i always thought it was a sad song (contrary to what google says about it being a pub song), and hearing this solemn and heartfelt rendition by hozier always makes me tear up
Google’s technically right, it is a pub song, but not in the sense you’re thinking. This is what I call an “end of the night” song - these tend to be somber, nostalgic, and contain references to a final drink/toast eg “the parting glass” usually either in memory of death, or in the knowledge of death to come. Others include Auld Lang Syne and Health to the Company. They’re “let’s drink to old times because we might not all meet here again” songs.
In Welsh-speaking Wales, it’s Yma o Hyd. Which actually translates to “We’re still here lol”, but it’s not a joke song. Yma o Hyd is a resistance song about how, in spite of everyone and everything that England has done and tried to do to us, we’re still here. We’re still able to go to the pub, and join together in a shared community, in Welsh. We’re still a culture that can do this. We’re still here.
“Many young Americans think that to know themselves they need to find themselves, and they hold the naive belief that if they could just strip off everyday life like layers of an onion they would reach their true core, unadulterated by other people’s expectations and the distractions of a fastpaced world. They believe that they have a true core, an essence, and that it sits inside of them waiting to be discovered, and that once they find it they will know whether they ought to be a doctor or a lawyer or a philosophy professor. Sometimes these young people go to Europe and work their way through Mediterranean countries picking grapes, confident that their true self will emerge somewhere en route to Italy. But people who believe that the self is like an onion and their true self is its core have not spent much time in the kitchen. Peel an onion down to its core and all you will find is air. You are not an untouched core. You are and will become the sum of your commitments, your choices—moral, intellectual, and practical—they amount to much the same thing in the end. To find yourself, don’t dig under the surface of your life. Look at what you actually do, at what you come to care for, at what you fight to defend. Look at the small choices you make every day in the classroom, in the way that you read and interpret and argue, and the big choices will sort themselves out by themselves.”
If I ever had time to write a super-crunchy RPG my dream project is a grindingly realistic Blades in the Dark hack that casts the players in the roles of a monarch and their most loyal retainers, set a century or two after the fall of the Western Roman Empire. All the pomp and politics of Game of Thrones, except everybody’s flat broke, your “palace” is a shitty little hill fort that doesn’t even have a proper roof, and your army is like twelve guys and a donkey, and this doesn’t even put you at a disadvantage because the lords of all the neighbouring domains are in exactly the same predicament. Complications during downtime mostly involve becoming entangled in legal disputes concerning cows. One of the six default caper types is devoted entirely to stealing cows. The detail the players need to supply is describing the cow.
