1. Tumblr Idiots don’t know that Bryan Singer got fired from the movie. He was replaced with Dexter Fletcher, and his involvement with the film is (rightly) either being ignored outright by the power at be or dismissed as unimportant. Fletcher said he doesn’t know if Singer will be even given a credit for the film. Boycotting because of his partial involvement is beyond stupid.
2. Tumblr Idiots don’t know Freddie was officially diagnosed with AIDS in 1986/87 (depending on who you believe), but are mad that it won’t be a central narrative even though its a movie about THE BAND, not just Freddie, and the movie only goes up to the Live Aid concert in ‘85. What do you want, for them to just rearrange the events of his life to make no sense? “Facing a life-threatening illness, Freddie leads the band in one of the greatest performances in the history of rock music” is literally part of the movie’s description, it hasn’t been erased, its going to be looked at in what I can only assume will be a sobering last act.
3. Tumblr idiots don’t know who Mary Austin is, and are bitching about Freddie being shown involved with “a woman” as “homophobic” and “erasure”. Mary Austin was his girlfriend for 6 years, his beloved friend, his muse, one of his greatest supports after his diagnosis, and the person he left everything he had to when he died. Y’all are some seriously ignorant jerks if you think Mary shouldn’t be in the movie, whether or not you agree with her choices in the years after he died has no bearing on her influential role in his life. Also Freddie’s boyfriend Jim Hutton is literally in the film, but cursory research is apparently beyond some of these people. He was who he was, he loved several men, he loved one woman, he was a queer icon and you can relate to that how you like but stop putting him in an exclusionary box when he himself refused to be labelled.
Regarding the last part: Freddie was a nortious bisexual. People tend to forget that
^^literally this bugs me SO MUCH. Everyone paints Freddie like he’s a gay icon and that’s fine but he was a confirmed bisexual and not acknowledging that is just another example of erasure
When communicating to someone about a sensitive topic, I’ve found it’s helpful to explain why you want to talk about it. If you say you’re worried, or hurt, or just needed to get it off your chest, it can help the other person not get defensive and then more completely process what you’re saying.
Many relationships die by a thousand little cuts. Little problems that on their surface are penny-ante. But the real offense, the hurt, is unresolved. And the little hurts pile up and the resentment builds until things fall apart.
It’s very easy for people to read a bad intent when you’re communicating a problem. Sometimes it’s a natural defense mechanism, if you think someone is just being shitty then you don’t have to really hear them. But it can just as often simply be an incorrect assumption. Communicating your intent can stop that from happening and help the conversation come to a more fruitful resolution.
But if you break it down, your intent is not just a lubricant to keep the conversation productive. Your intent is the point of the conversation. More often than not the problems we have with each other are not the real issue, it’s how those problems make us feel. When you communicate your intent, you’re fully explaining the issue that needs to be resolved.
“I’ve been missing you, could you skip your TV show tonight so we can play a video game together?” works better than “You don’t give me enough attention.” or “you watch too much TV.”
Or “I suspect it’s just my anxiety, but I’m worried that you’re angry with me because you’ve been kind of quiet.” is better than just “Why are you so distant?”
For years I worried that we couldn’t discuss problems because it would cause a fight. That was how the world I lived in as a kid worked. Having a partner who is open to hearing you is huge, but choice of wording helps even when you have a partner who wants to hear you.
very good advice. it really helps when you give the other person something actionable. a request, a suggestion, an offer to brainstorm. don’t complain; troubleshoot.
you don’t have to be emotionless or conciliatory. it’s ok to express anger. just be mature about it, and respect the other person. don’t go on a power trip, don’t leverage your legitimate gripes to make them grovel. keep your eyes on the prize. if you don’t know what the prize is, the next step is to tell them so and invite them to help you figure it out, not to moan until they miraculously do the right thing at random. even when you’re super upset you can still apply these skills.
wrong: “this place is a damn landfill because nobody but me does any housework!”
right: “there is some serious housekeeping fail going on around here. it’s kinda driving me bugfuck. i want to sit down and take a look at how we do the housework, because how we’re doing it right now sucks.”
see how the second one doesn’t blame? blame’s not important. responsibility is important, but that has to be worked out calmly or it’s not going to be functional. the first person is picking a fight; the second person is trying to solve a problem. you’ll notice they’re not smoothing ruffled feathers or acting apologetic, they’re clearly quite annoyed. but they’re aiming their anger at the situation, not the person.
even if they are angry with their housemate, working those feelings out is beyond the scope of the conversation. trying to combine venting with chore planning is, imo, the number one cause of screaming kitchen fights on planet earth.
Look at all those guardian angels being there for lonely people. ❤
Perhaps horror and terror aren’t always the same thing, and darkness isn’t always indicative of harm.
The traveler in the tunnel groped his way forward with a hand against the wall, a chill creeping up his spine. The guardian, watching its brave trespasser stumble, lit a candle for the man to find: on the other side he’d be outside the spirit’s care, but now at least there would be a light to guide his way.
The man alone in empty rows of cubicles allowed himself to be taken advantage of by his employers. The resident spirit kept watch on its melancholy charge, encouraging him to leave by spreading a vague feeling of unease: endless mechanized work was not meant for mortals, whose lives pass by so quickly if they let themselves be stripped of joy.
The guardians kept a close eye on the young woman. She was blithely unaware of the unscrupulous fraternity boys who never overstayed their welcome in her apartment after a wild party: who, instead, always stumbled home to pass out on their own couches, and fell asleep to the vision of many eyes judging their guilty thoughts.
The boy liked to be alone. When his father was home it was never good, but once his family moved into their new place something crept through the darkness that was stronger than his father’s temper. It wasn’t long before his father stopped raising his voice and his fists, frightened by horrible dreams that left him drenched in sweat whenever he so much as thought about hurting his son. The boy slept soundly: he always felt safe for as long as he lived in that house.
The radio broadcaster had recently lost his husband. When he was at work the good memories felt close by, and some of the horror of those last days beside a hospital bed faded away. Sometimes, when the weight grew unbearable, he almost thought he felt a hand on his shoulder, a soft voice telling him he was never truly alone. His love was there. He would always be there, as long as he was needed.
The darkness watched out for the ones who couldn’t watch out for themselves.
My original post on the left, uncredited repost on the right. I don’t mind reposts personally as long as people ask first and credit me (on social media platforms in which you can’t reblog the work). 40,000+ people enjoyed my work on some level and had no means to find and follow my work. My watermark was even removed.
Please, please, please credit artists.
you can’t hype up LGBT content while actively removing LGBT artists’ credit and means to build their audience! there’s no such thing as “credit to artist” when you’re refusing to acknowledge who the artist is!!
Frankenuff’s Castle 