You can call me Rose. She/Her, Queer, 40's. Writer/Performer/Pâtissière/Les Miserables Obsessive. Always laughing, it's a fault of hers! My author website: www.rosesutherland.com
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QUEST SUCCESSFUL! I found a car.
On a very important quest today, send good vibes for a massive success because without one I will become Jean, an hours walk from town and wishing for a sturdy pony
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On a very important quest today, send good vibes for a massive success because without one I will become Jean, an hours walk from town and wishing for a sturdy pony
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Here's the thing about Jareth from Labyrinth right?
He's made up.
That's not necessarily the same thing as not REAL. But he, just like all her friends who show up in her room before her adventure as toys and figurines, exist in relation to her, in response to what she wanted and needed. She told the story and there he was, there he always had been. But she's a teenage girl who doesn't know what she wants yet, and Jareth kind of pays the price.
"but the king of the goblins had fallen in love with the girl, and had given her certain powers." He's an archetypal oxymoron. He's both the dastardly baby stealing villain and the royal love interest trying to relieve the heroine's suffering, Cinderella style. He's fucked either way by being both. She doesn't know if SHE wants to be the villain or the heroine until he shows up and then she decides on the heroine, so he has to sneer and menace and challenge but it's too late for him!! it's too late, The King Of The Goblins Had Fallen In Love With the Girl, he's Cinderella's prince too and he has to try, he gives her a poofy dress and takes her to fucking goblin prom, sweeps her around the room like a music box with perfect posture and room for Jesus.
But it doesn't work buddy, it can't work. You're just a story for a teen girl to grow up in, and as the villain you have to be defeated. He's so complex because his tropes contradict themselves, and he doesn't understand why he has to lose when he was only doing the job he was given. In his last scene he is pale as death with shadows under his eyes, backing away and begging for his happy ending with nonsense mishmash promises that belong to both halves of him.
"I am exhausted from living up to your expectations of me." I'm sure you are, Jareth. No wonder.
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you've heard of "quiet quitting," now I'd like to introduce you to the next level, The French Work Ethic:
Do exactly what you're paid for and nothing more
Absolutely refuse to be available to contact when you're off the clock
Never prioritize work over your own health, wellbeing, or family because that would be insane, it's just a job.
Have a little glass of wine
Take as long as you feel like for lunch
Deeply understand that work doesn't matter
Make sure your boss your boss knows they're always your second priority ❤️
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save me characters doing fucked up things out of self-preservation…..characters doing fucked up things out of self-preservation save me………..
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happy daylight savings to those who observe
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Omg guys
My new roommate is going to let me set up a tiny writing office/library in what used to be the formal entryway of this house when it was built in the 1890’s and I am so hype because I have never once in my life had a dedicated workspace
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Home sweet home.
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First of my two drive days is in the bag and it was a doozy! I started at a friend’s house in the outer suburbs of Toronto, Ontario at about 7:30 this morning and pulled into my brother’s driveway just outside Fredricton, New Brunswick at 9pm
…and then discovered it’s 10pm here because I forgot that NB is also on Atlantic TIme
Tomorrow, home to the South Shore—with a stop for lunch with my father halfway across Nova Scotia!
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Jeanette Winterson, from "Why Be Happy When You Could Be Normal," publ. in 2011
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Sadly I must cease the boopin' and get to the movin' Everything is packed except my kettle (must provide refreshments to my friends who are coming after work to help load up my rental truck and go for a last neighbourhood hallowe'en walk before I drive away into the east. POUNDING SEA IS CALLING ME HOME
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