Theoretical Spanish American Gothic characters and themes:
The corrupt and avaricious provincial priest that invents a story to accuse you with the Inquisition when you complain about being fed only corn and plantains in the unfortunate occasion that you happen to be his guest;
The Westernised mestizo poet writing about death and dryness and the decline and fall of Empires, about getting old though he’s only twenty-eight, dreaming of ruins and of Spain as a father that he hates;
The Inca nobleman commissioning portraits in the European style of his ancestors all the way to the mythical Manco Cápac, and his sister, who sits for a portrait with a court dwarf, dressed in the indigenous style, simulating that she is holding up a severed head;
The affable British diplomat secretly conspiring to smuggle out vitally important botanicals;
The merchant of mulatto ancestry who through the acquisition of wealth gains the honour if not the legal right to be called a doña;
The educated city-living mestizo who, though a son of the land, finds the provinces as strange as a foreign continent, and Europeans to be more familiar in custom than his own distant kinsfolk;
A play, subversion or deconstruction of the ethnic stereotypes of the era: the merriment of the Africans, the melancholy of the Indians, and the hedonism and degeneracy of the Spanish creole elite;
A transplanted relict of feudalism in the form of the highland hacienda, where indigenous serfs are tied to the land as the land is tied to a master, and they are those who must bow their heads and remove their hats to their father on horseback, who clothes them;
Soldiers’ uniforms stolen from the government for the landowners or hacendados to clothe the serfs under their command as they wage petty wars against each other;
The hacendado who becomes aindiado, that is, who adopts the customs of the folk, who learns about their dress and their language, who chews coca leaf and marries an indigenous woman to create in the next generation a class of regional mestizo elites;
The tapadas, or covered women, whose entire upper body except for their eyes is covered with a cloak, presumably to preserve their modesty but in practice to give them freedom of movement, as their honour cannot be compromised if they are not identified in the first place;
A white city broken by earthquakes, left in disrepair because of lack of funds, corruption and neglect, and a sickly white mist that contributes to the dirtiness and unclean air because here it never rains.
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The older I get the more I admire people who are earnestly, genuinely into whatever their thing is. I know it sounds like an annoying cliche but unless you're being cruel or hurtful there is really no need to be normal about things. The dude with the bad fake accent at the renaissance faire is having the time of his life. The people having photoshoots with their fashion dolls are loving it. The old lady with a yard unreasonably full of tacky ass lawn ornaments is having a blast, HOA be damned.
Don't waste your time being too cool to have fun, y'know?
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i wish there wasn’t such a stigmatized view on platonically loving people.
I can’t call people nicknames and pet names like hun and honey without them immediately assuming i have romantic interest in them.
i can’t tell my friends i love them without adding on “platonically” or shortening the phrase “ily” “love you” “love u”
i love a lot of people. i love my sister, i love my boyfriend, and i love my best friend. All different versions of love.
let us love people openly and honestly without it being seen as “making a move” or being romantically interested.
please please please stop assuming that love is strictly romantic, i promise you life becomes so much brighter and bigger when you stop keeping love strictly romantic.
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You know, an interesting tumblr transformation that's happened gradually, and which I've seen no one talk about: ask-culture has essentially dropped off to nothing.
By which I mean, asks used to be WAY more of the tumblr economy. They used to be more common to send, and receive, and see. They were integral to the collaborative, forum-like behavior of old tumblr communities, not even to speak on the HUGE number of ask-blogs that used to exist to only be interacted with in ask-form.
I'm not saying this in a vying-for-attention way but instead in an observational way: I used to get way way more asks in like 2015, even with a fraction of my follower count. I wonder if it's due to the homogenization of social media sites? There's a lot more of this divide between "content creator" and "consumer" instead of just a bunch of peer blogs who would talk to each other. "Asks" aren't really a thing on twitter, are they? And as I understand it, the closest thing to an "ask" on instagram or tiktok would be a creator screenshotting some comment and responding to it in a new reel or video or whatever those content mediums are. Are asks just too tumblr-specific? Is that aspect of the site culture dying out as more and more people converge to using all their social media sites in the same way?
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