#author revolution

[asukvm]

WHEWWW second art post of the day

[transbookoftheday]

Trans Books By Authors Of Color

Here are some trans books by authors of color you should read:

Book titles:

Lark & Kasim Start a Revolution by Kacen Callender

The Witch King by H.E. Edgmon

The Genesis of Misery by Neon Yang

The Wicked Bargain by Gabe Cole Novoa

Just Happy To Be Here by Naomi Kanakia

The Bruising of Qilwa by Naseem Jamnia

Light from Uncommon Stars by Ryka Aoki

Meet Cute Diary by Emery Lee

Cemetery Boys by Aiden Thomas

The Subtweet by Vivek Shraya

Lakelore by Anna-Marie McLemore

Drag Me Up by R.M. Virtues

Unwieldy Creatures by Addie Tsai

Three Kings by Freydís Moon

Pet by Akwaeke Emezi

The Passing Playbook by Isaac Fitzsimons

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[kindgreenape]

i think kim is just as complex of a character as harry, but i think a good amount of players (not all, but a chunk) choose to unflinchingly characterize him as “the Good Cop” and leave it at that.

[marzipanandminutiae]

One of my small haterly joys in life is to Well Akshully the Well Akshully take that Belle and the Beast are about to die in the French Revolution

Because you see the BOOK was published in 1740, which means that Assuming they’re 21 and 19 in the animated movie as supplementary material would suggest, they will be in their 60s minimum when the revolution happens. Not out of the question, but either of them could get take it out by disease well before then at that point in history, or Belle could die in childbirth. And then the movie completely takes any sort of age reference out of the equation, so they could be even older and therefore have even more chances to die before the revolution hits

Alternately, in the live action movie, the triplets are wearing clothing from the early 19th century. Maybe the revolution has already happened in this universe, and most of the town is just extremely behind the times in terms of fashion! Which makes them even less at risk, although it does raise the question of what’s going to happen to the Prince now When Napoleon finds out about him.

And the biggest Well Akshully of all: the novel doesn’t even take place in France; it’s in some kind of fairytale kingdom “far far away.” So all of this is moot to begin with, and all of the nitpicking just highlights the absurdity in trying to ruin the happy ending of a fantasy story by getting all smug about real world events that the author had no way of knowing were going to happen.

Especially in a way that relies on forgetting that… You know… The 18th century was an entire 100 years, and not every single point within those 100 years was “right before the French Revolution.” So there’s no more reason to assume that the movie is set on the brink of the Terror than any other time during the 1700s

[anotherhumaninthisworld]

Historians having takes on frev women that make me go 😐 compilation

Sexually frustrated in her marriage to a pompous civil servant much older than herself, [Madame Roland] may have found Danton’s celebrated masculinity rather uncomfortable. Danton (1978) by Norman Hampson, page 77.

The Robespierres sent their sister to Arras because that was their hometown, the family home, where they had relatives, uncles, aunts and friends, like Buissart who they didn’t cease to remain in correspondence with, even in the middle of the Terror. There, among them, Charlotte would not be alone; she would find advice, rest, the peace necessary to heal her nervousness and animosity. Away from Mme Ricard, who she hated, away from Mme Duplay, who she detested, she would enjoy auspicious calmness. It is Le Bon that the Robespierres will charge with escorting their sister to this neccessary and soothing exile. […] If there is a damning piece in Charlotte Robespierre's case, it is this one (her interrogation, held July 31 1794). She seems to be caught in the act of accusing this Maximilien whom she rehabilitates in her Memoirs. She is therefore indeed a hypocrite, unworthy of the great name she bears, and which she dishonors the very day after the holocaust of 10 Thermidor. Charlotte Robespierre et Guffroy (1910) in Annales Révolutionnaires, volume 3 (1910) page 322, and Charlotte Robespierre et ses mémoires (1909) page 93-94, both by Hector Fleishmann.

Elisabeth, as she was popularly called, was barely past her twelfth birthday, younger even by three years than Barere’s own mother when she was given in marriage. On the following day the guests assembled again in the little church of Saint-Martin at midnight to attend the wedding ceremony of the handsome charmer and the bewildered child. Dressed in white, clasping in her arms a yellow, satin-clad  doll that Bertrand had given her — so runs the tradition — she marched timidly to the altar, looking more like a maiden making her first communion than a woman celebrating a binding sacrament. Perhaps the  doll, if doll there was, filled her eye, but certainly she could not fail to note how handsome her husband was. Bertrand Barere; a reluctant terrorist (1962) by Leo Gershoy, page 32.

The young nun who bore the name of Hébert did not hide her fate. She did not wish to prolong a life stifled from her childhood in the cloister, branded in the world by the name she bore, fighting between horror and love for the memory of her husband, unhappy everywhere. Histoire des Girondins (1848) by Alphonse de Lamartine, volume 8, page 60.

Lucile in prison showed more calmness than Camille. Before the tribunal, she seemed to possess neither fear nor hope, she denied having taken an active role in the prison conspiracy. What did it matter to her the answer they were trying to extract from her? They said they wanted her guilty? Very well! She would be condemned and join Camille. This was what she said again when she was told that she would suffer the same fate as her husband: ”Oh, what joy, in a few hours I’m going to see Camille again!” Camille et Lucile Desmoulins: un couple dans la tourmente (1986) by Jean Paul Bertaud, page 293.

What did it matter to Lucile whether she was accused or defended? She had no longer any pretext for living in this world. She was one of those heroines of conjugal love who are more wife than mother. Besides, Horace lived, and Camille was dead. It was of the absent only that she thought. As for the child, would not Madame Duplessis act a mother's part to him? The grandmother would watch over the orphan. If Lucile had lived, she could have done nothing but weep over the cradle, thinking of Camille. Camille Desmoulins and his wife; passages from the history of the Dantonists founded upon new and hitherto unpublished documents (1876) by Jules Claretie.

Having been widowed at the age of 23 [sic] years, Élisabeth Duplay remarried a few years later to the adjutant general Le Bas, brother of her first husband, and kept the name which was her glory. She lived with dignity, and all those who have known her, still beautiful under her crown of white hair, have testified to the greatness of her sentiments and austerity of her character. She died at an old age, always loyal to the memory of the great dead she had loved and whose memory she, all the way to her final day, didn’t cease to honor and cherish. As for the lady of Thermidor, Thérézia Cabarrus, ex-marquise of Fontenay, citoyenne Tallien, then princess of Chimay, one knows the story of her three marriages, without counting the interludes. She had, as one knows, three husbands living at the same time. Now compare these two existances, these two women, and tell me which one merits more the respect and the sympathy of good men. Histoire de Robespierre et du coup d’état du 9 thermidor (1865) by Louis Ernest Hamel, volume 3, page 402.

Fel free to comment which one was your favorite! 😀

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In case you didn't know and will appreciate this as much as I do: Oscar Wilde's mum wrote a banger poem about the French Revolution.

(French Revolution + Irish poems + women writers + Wilde, you know?) The whole thing is available here

[mityenka]

it's kind of insane to me how people write things like that. marxism was not invented on tumblr during the last 2 years. like oh you know there's this book actually.... and this other book....

[aedesluminis]

Les hommes illustres de la Révolution Française (1789-1793), engraving by Wentzel.

Source: C.C. Gillispie, R. Pisano, Lazare and Sadi Carnot: A Scientific and Filial Relationship, p. 431.

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[ioletia]

Yesterday I came across a tankie transfem. Which, when you think about it, doesn't really make a lot of sense. Of the states that tankies usually idealize, none of them would allow a transgender person to exist in them. Do you think Maoist China would have been accepting of anyone even the slightest bit outside the perceived normal? No. Stalin criminalized homosexuality; do you think trans people would have been that much more accepted? No. You could argue that under Lenin, the USSR was a bit more accepting of the LGBTQIA+ peoples, but he died pretty quick and was replaced by Stalin- who, again, criminalized and gulaged that shit.

The issue is that authoritarians always go after the weakest groups- such as minorities. They demonize them, ostracize them, and/or end up murdering them. And, unless our gay bombs and dysphoria lasers are in production, the LGBTQIA+ peoples will remain a minority.

Marxist-Leninists or, as they are more easily branded, Tankies, forget that the authoritarian vanguard party are still authoritarian in nature. Before the "one party socialist utopia" pipe dream is realized, there will be blood- and, as history has shown, that blood is often ours (the LGBTQIA+ and minority populations). This is of course assuming that said pipe dream would even allow us to continue existing.

In other words, if you're LGBTQIA+, a minority, a disabled person, whatever, and consider yourself a Marxist-Leninist... Maybe look at the history of that shit. Because theory and practice are two different things.

[lilithism1848]

[mxtxfanatic]

Have you ever read "The Shade of Old Trees" by Kryal on ao3?

I genuinely think you might enjoy it, the characterization is top tier and the author's notes go heavy into details on why they made this or that decision. It was all incredibly good, well thought out, well researched, and with not an ounce of fanon to find.

I’ve read it, and while I initially enjoyed the story and the long author’s notes, I found it very toothless in its critique of anything substantial despite the author bringing up major issues in the modern world, themself. It also felt like their understanding of China and its history came straight from one of those 5-minute info-videos that’s half American state propaganda and pretend like the history of modern China begins in 1949. Finally, they also fall into the trap of softening Jiang Cheng’s character in the final confrontation with the excuse that “jc wouldn’t actually want to kill wwx!” despite that being what he literally did and tried to do again in canon. I appreciate them writing through their logic, but that doesn’t mean I’ll agree with the leaps they take simply because they’ve explained why they’ve made them. Great start, weak finish.

[buds-and-baubles]

after all the comments about midnighter's trench coat i've seen in canon, my mind has been taunting me with this:

apollo: *holding midnighter upside down by his boots and shaking him like a ketchup bottle in their living room*

midnighter: *drops out 80 different types of knives and swords including a zweihander* *drops out his bo staff* *drops out his night (escrima) sticks* *drops out throwing stars* *drops out toolbox* *drops out first aid kit* *drops out wallet full of pictures of his family* *drops out sticker book* *drops out packaged foods like fruit snacks and water bottles* *drops out flip phone* *drops out mint life savers* *drops ou–*

jenny quantum: *has been standing in the doorway the entire time* ...dads?

both: *look at jenny but midnighter's is from upside down* yeah, kiddo/moppet?

jenny quantum: what are you doing to dad midnighter?

midnighter: he's hoping candy will pop out.

jenny quantum: what?

apollo: your father claims he hasn't stolen my chocolate bar even though i could smell it on his breath. he dared me i wouldn't be able to find it even if i shook him like a magic mid ball. *shakes him again and a half-eaten chocolate bar drops out, which makes him smile a smug smile*

midnighter: *frowns but it's more like a pout as he crosses his arms* get that look off your face, this isn't the lottery. i ate it because i liked it and i'd do it again. i will do it again now just to piss you off. i didn't tell you because you eat all the chocolate in the apartment and don't even share with me.

apollo: it's my favorite chocolate. we already share everything, and i would've shared if you asked but you didn't so now you can kiss that chance goodbye.

both: *further lighthearted bickering*

jenny quantum: *watches them with a deadpanned expression as she still stands in the doorway* are you both done? i'd like to go to the movies before the next decade begins and ends.

apollo: *sets midnighter gently on the couch* sure, jenny q. you ready to go? i'm ready but we'll have to wait for midnighter to get out of his uniform and dressed in everyday clothes after he puts all his stuff back in his pockets.

midnighter: *grumbles as he starts picking up his stuff and putting it away* no thanks to you. also jenny, i'd go with your actual fall jacket. it's pretty cold out.

jenny quantum: ugh, you're both terrible. i'll eat all the chocolate in the house and watch your minds explode as you blame eachother. *she puts on her fall jacket anyways but ties it around her waist as a form of protest*

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