Everyone Wants To Talk About How They Fucked In The Honda Odyssey, But I Want To Talk About The Sloppy

I could literally KILL for an Aziracrow edit with "Like real people do" by Hozier

What made WH so scandalous at the time?

Many things!

—There were a lot of implied or outright stated “ugly realities” in the novel. Heathcliff is brought to the Earnshaw household as an “orphan” (who we can now interpret as being possibly a person of color, though I don’t know how much Emily intended that—it’s something some readers may also have interpreted from the language she used). He has no real reason to be there being Mr. Earnshaw just picking him up. Why did he pick him up? Is he a bastard? And if that’s the case, did you just read a book about two half siblings being in love?

Even if you don’t, the fact that Heathcliff and Cathy do grow up together and spend all their time together while falling in love suggests a lot of potential intimacy, which extends beyond her marriage to Linton. The book may not say that they FUCK behind Linton’s back, but Cathy and Heathcliff remain IN LOVE behind his back. Or like, basically in front of him. These types of raw emotional issues were not something people on high necessarily wanted the masses reading about.

—Both leads suck! Cathy is a selfish brat who really doesn’t care about stepping on Linton’s heart, and she really fucks with Heathcliff’s head as well. She doesn’t suddenly become a better person through marriage, and even after she has her baby, she seems kinda like a shithead as she’s dying. I love her.

Heathcliff is much worse, obviously. Beats his wife to the point that she flees his house, abuses his sons both biological and surrogate. It was pretty shocking at the time.

—Even if sex is not on the page (exactly—there are definite allusions to Isabella and Heathcliff’s sex life and Isabella being physically attracted to his wild coarseness) it’s a really carnal book. Linton is mild and relates to civilized society, something Cathy does love and knows she should love. Heathcliff relates to the nature she adores and grew up rolling around in. She can’t shake him. He’s very tangible; you get the idea that they grew up cuddled together and constantly holding hands and just being obsessed with one another. His expression of his love for her is very violent—when she dies, he smashes his head against a tree until it bleeds. These things read as very erotic, and would’ve read as more so in an era when you didn’t have sex on the page. And these are, again, two horrible people who never marry and hey! Could be brother and sister for all we know, lmao.

—Heathcliff is an orphan of the lower class who happens to be taken in by a well off family. He nonetheless raises himself to be a wealthy man, and in many ways much of his anger seems fueled by a resentment towards the upper class, in part because it took what he wanted (Cathy). He not only has a child with an upper class woman, but takes revenge by forcing another upper class woman to marry his son, claiming her father’s line. A lower class protagonist rising and essentially unleashing his wrath on the upper class was very threatening and suggests a level of sympathy with this upward mobility.

—It’s a very spooky book. Cathy’s ghost appears at Heathcliff’s window. Heathcliff digs up Cathy’s corpse… why? Uh, who knows….? Heathcliff explicitly begs Cathy to haunt him after she dies because he’d rather have her dead and with him as like, a shade, than dead and at peace. Heathcliff is often described in these demonic terms, which gives you a sense both of people being afraid of him because he is lower class and rich, and because he offers a kind of earthy carnality than doesn’t belong in their society.

Anyway, these are some of the reasons! It’s a gorgeous book, and one of my all time favorites.

im not immune to this looney tunes shit

Rewatched the Naked Time for Spock in that inner black t-shirt looking hot as fuck Sulu going absolute bonkers fencing and looking pretty Riley being an Irish comedian & performer Spock getting frustrated and angry and raising his voice and continuing being hot LOVE MANKIND Uhura's "Sorry, neither" to Sulu's "I'll protect you fair maiden" Chapel's beautiful bittersweet confession to Spock Spock finally releasing his repressed gay emo self and crying prettily Kirk slapping Spock to get him out of it yet him basically confessing to Kirk and Kirk's whole sad as fuck and iconic monologue and Shatner's funny and amazing acting "loVE" Spock in fact getting out of it thanks to Kirk's slaps and maybe also heartbreak and them successfuly fucking around and finding out going back in time. Absolutely amazing tos experience

I just got through a bad day by remodeling my tumblr blog. This is my personality now.

hey look it’s another world in its darkest time and we know this because spock has a supervillain goatee and jim is dressed even sluttier then usual.

I will never be over Andrew's "You are a pipe dream" because it's so beautifully tragic.

Imagine you're Andrew and one day this suspicious guy who can't hold his tongue shows up. And nothing about him makes sense, but what makes the least sense is the fact that he treats Andrew like he matters.

He treats Andrew, a guy who everyone, including his family, sees as a monster, like he isn't one. Like he deserves to be understood and taken care of.

And the fact is so unbelievable to Andrew that he could only explain it as some elaborate hallucination caused by his happy pills. Neil was just too wonderful to be real. Good things like that just don't happen to Andrew.

I keep thinking about the Foxes taking a camping trip and learning that they can never take Neil Josten into the woods. He will 100% regress into a survivalist and Andrew is no help because watching Neil make his own tools to chop down a tree is not something Andrew Minyard is going to stop. Not when he can watch.

“You still don’t know how to sort your wash properly but you’ve domesticated a turkey.” - Allison Probably.

I know that the fandom treats Arena like a joke (rightfully so) but I think it’s an untapped market for spirk shippers. Nobody talks about Spock practically drooling over kirks “impeccable logic” ON THE BRODGE while he builds that stupid fucking canon.

“City on the edge of forever” this and that but Like Guys ignore the rubber lizard guy and let’s focus on the fact that Spock just casually murmurs “good good” in front of all of his coworkers??? and none of them question is???? somebody needs to write a fic I stg

My heart hurts so bad for Aziraphale because I can honestly just relate to him so, so, so much.

(not putting this one under a cut so warning season 2 ahead, I'll tag it at the bottom too)

Aziraphale says, "Nothing lasts forever," but I don't believe for a second he doesn't wish that it did.

He WANTS things to go back to how they used to be. He WANTS the seraphic Crowley squealing with joy as he cranks up the universal machine and sets the stars aflame. He WANTS there to be no sides, he WANTS to believe in the idea of the host united, he WANTS to go back before Crowley got himself in trouble by asking questions. He wants, I think, to be in that moment of creation and adoration forever.

Change seems to frighten him. There's an aspect of uncertainty. There's an element of chaos, the loss of control. I understand this deeply. And what the Metatron offered him was just that: certainty, control, the ability to dictate his own narrative.

I used to be in a toxic job. On top of it, I had intense anxiety and other undiagnosed neurodivergencies that made it even harder to fit in and understand the untold rules I was supposed to follow to get along. When I first got there, it wasn't so bad -- perhaps I was, like Aziraphale, also a bit idealistic. Then there were some changes that brought instability, significant more anxiety, and a lot of nights spent agonizing over my lack of control over it all.

My friends and significant other tried to convince me to leave, but I didn't want to. I didn't know what else was out there. I didn't know if it would be worse. I didn't know what kind of stability it would have.

Then my manager left, so that spot opened up. I had worked there for a long time, and honestly, I never saw myself going into management. I didn't think I could. I wasn't sure I even wanted to. All of that extra stress, on me? Not to mention, getting FURTHER into the job that was taking a massive toll on me? But then...

Then I would have control. Then I could run things the way *I* had always thought they should run. I wouldn't need to worry about who would replace my manager and whether my life would be a living hell -- I would make it what I wanted it to be. Upper management was really pushing for it, so I applied.

To make a long story short: I don't think it went very well. I didn't have the support I needed. I didn't have the emotional skills I needed. I think I did my best, but I'm not fond of those times. At the time, I was SURE that I wanted to move up even more, I was SURE this would make it all better. I thought this was what I REALLY wanted.

But that's not what I needed. What I needed was to get out, and eventually I did. Even as ready as I was to leave, it was absolutely agonizing. I could barely stand to handle the unknown. I was going to work together with my spouse, actually, and I was so excited for that, but I still... I still was upset and worried sick over the dramatic change that would befall my life, after I had made the decision to leave.

That's where I can relate to Aziraphale. I wonder what would've happened if, before I had actually left for good, the head honchos had come up to me and said, "We want to keep you -- how about we offer you (an even higher position)?" -- would I have said no, or would I have wanted to make a difference?

Funny, I said exactly that, too. That's almost why I didn't change jobs in the first place. I said, "But I feel like I'm really making a difference with what I'm doing now." But what pushed me over the edge was realizing that none of that mattered to them, it was all about THEIR control of ME, not the other way around.

I'm so intensely curious to see what happens with Aziraphale next, but I'm sure he will learn what Crowley understands: nothing lasts forever, and sometimes it's good that it doesn't -- even if sometimes we wish it did.