An alternative to Bitty being completely oblivious to Jack’s feelings

iamneversleepingagain:

Bitty is a gay man in a collegiate sport who grew up in the Deep South. He is Aware™ of himself at all times, even if he doesn’t talk about it on his vlog. He probably knows that although he is accepted now, if he crosses an invisible line of physical/emotional affection with some of the guys that acceptance can disappear in an instant. We can speculate on the sexuality of the other guys, but none of them are open in the way Bitty is, so he has to operate on different rules than the other guys.

We know, canonically, that he is mostly exempt from rough-housing. This isn’t because he’s smaller, it’s because he’s gay. Rough-housing is toeing that line and Bitty would probably be careful to exclude himself whenever possible. The other guys probably exclude him with the excuse that he’s small, but there’s a layer underneath that they would never acknowledge. This is the sort of thing that even really supportive straight friends do, often unconsciously. It’s part of the “unwritten rules”.

So, back to Jack. We’re shown the two of them getting increasingly touchy in the background of several panels Year 2. We’re shown through Bitty’s twitter that Jack seeks him out, incessantly chirps him (which by Bitty’s own admission, is a variation on flirting), and starts to include Bitty in the rough-housing. Bitty overheard the conversation with Parse and heard Parse interrupt Jack with what was probably a kiss. Bitty can connect those dots – he’s not dumb. The thing is – he’s also never going to bring it up, because Bitty understands living in the closet and how scary it is. He also understands that Jack’s future is on the line. Jack already has so much stacked against him – the overdose, the crazy expectations, his own crippling anxiety – and Bitty surmises that Jack can’t also live with his sexuality out in the open too. So, he lets Jack get closer, orbiting him, but never, ever pushes him or even hints that he knows. It’s a secret and Bitty isn’t going to violate that.

Instead, he just cherishes the moments he gets. He catalogs them carefully, even though it probably really hurts. The guy he has an outsize crush on keeps seeking him out and sitting too close to him and giving him piggyback rides and lending him his jacket. Bitty knows that this is outside the bounds of his other friendships. He knows that Jack is crossing the line and he lets him, instead of closing himself off and not allowing it like he might have with the other boys. He just shakes his head and says this boy.

What I’m getting at here is that Bitty might have known, or at least strongly suspected, that Jack had non-friend feelings for him. However, he also probably thought that Jack didn’t think they were important or big enough feelings to actually act on. That’s why we find Bitty literally sobbing in Jack’s room after graduation because Bitty thinks that it’s the absolute end of the road for them and even the casual flirtation will be gone as soon as he boards that plane to Georgia in a few hours. Jack is moving on to Providence and the NHL and Jack isn’t going to take the risk on his future. Bitty wasn’t expecting Jack to kiss him, but not because Bitty was oblivious to Jack’s feelings. He doesn’t expect the kiss because he has convinced himself that Jack does feel something for him, but not strongly enough to actually pursue it.

ETA: now in 5k-word fic format, for your angsty needs

knitmeapony:

unpretty:

a lot of characters that get called villains are actually on this sort of spectrum from anti-hero to outright evil, and somewhere closer to anti-hero is my favorite dumbass, the tantrum baby who lacks belief or understanding of the inherent value of human life. he’s just an entitled dingus with more power than he deserves, hugely overreacting to minor slights because he doesn’t know how to deal with having his feelings hurt. so, like, if you know how to handle him he actually seems like a fun dude and he enters that grey area of ‘villains we hang out with now like some kind of weird murder uncle’. but all it takes is one person being kind of a dick and haha whoops he’s. he’s a bad guy. bonus points if the tantrum baby in question is also fiercely loyal, once that loyalty has been earned, inevitably saddling some poor cinnamon roll with the world’s most excessive bodyguard.

Hhahaha yes my FAVORITE.  See:

– Vex from Lost Girl

– Damien from the Bright Sessions

While many people think fanfiction is about inserting sex into texts (like Tolkien’s) where it doesn’t belong, Brancher sees it differently: “I was desperate to read about sex that included great friendship; I was repurposing Tolkien’s text in order to do that. It wasn’t that friendship needed to be sexualized, it was that erotica needed to be … friendship-ized.” Many fanfiction writers write about sex in conjunction with beloved texts and characters not because they think those texts are incomplete, but because they’re looking for stories where sex is profound and meaningful. This is part of what makes fan fiction different from pornography: unlike pornography, fanfic features characters we already care deeply about, and who tend to already have long-standing and complex relationships with each other. It’s a genre of sexual subjectification: the very opposite of objectification. It’s benefits with friendship.

Francesca Coppa, “Introduction to The Dwarf’s Tale,” The Fanfiction Reader (via rembrandtswife)

embyrr922:

So, it kind of really bothers me when people write Nursey and Dex having real fights and genuine animosity toward one another more than a couple of months after they meet because it’s… not true?

Like, yes, at the beginning of their frog year, they can’t stand each other and fight a lot (and upset poor Chowder), but it doesn’t stay that way for long. Less than six months after Meet the Frogs, we have Shinny and this:

These are not people who dislike each other. These are not people who get into regular shouting matches. Dex is not even fake-annoyed at Nursey being in his space. They are friends. 

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star-anise:

septmilleneurones:

star-anise:

throwoveryourman:

how universal of an experience is having the giving tree read to you as a small child and being distraught even tho the teacher seemed to think it was a nice story. also is this a gendered phenomenon. do girlchildren know on some level that they’re the tree not the little boy

Children designated as “gifted and talented” frequently melt down because of this story.  Boys and girls both. I’ve heard many G&T educators say they don’t bring The Giving Tree or The Rainbow Fish into their classrooms at all because of it.

Wow, what is it about gifted and talented kids that makes those stories hit them so hard?

Because those stories are innately about what to do with gifts and talents, and in the case of those particular books, children often interpret them as “give up all sense of self and bodily autonomy, and carve yourself to pieces to make other people like you.”

Here’s my friend unpacking The Rainbow Fish on the topic.

roachpatrol:

jumpingjacktrash:

kmclaude:

queerpyracy:

queerpyracy:

baffling how much of this site is just conservative protestantism with a gay hat

you know what i’m in just enough of a bad mood that i’m ready to nail my grievances to the church door so let’s fucking go

  • black and white morality wherein anyone who doesn’t believe/think/live exactly as I do is a dirty sinner Problematic and probably a predatory monster
  • everyone is a sinner Problematic but true believers people who activist the right way according to my worldview are still better than everyone else, and I will act in accordance to this belief in my own superiority to let everyone else know I’m better than them because I found Jesus am the most woke
  • casual and fucking omnipresent equations of womanhood with softness/goodness/purity/nurturing to remind every woman who isn’t/doesn’t want to be any of those things that they’re doing it wrong
  • aggressive desexualization (particularly of women’s sexuality, to the point where it may as well not exist at all) accompanied by pastels [not a criticism directed ace ppl having a right to sex-free content and spaces but specifically targeted at a wider problem resulting from the previous point]
  • YOU’RE VALID AND JESUS LOVES YOU and neither of these platitudes achieves a goddamn thing
  • historical context is for people who care about nuance and we don’t have time for either (see: black and white morality)
  • lots of slogans and quotes and nice little soundbites to memorize but does anybody actually study the source material with a critical eye to make their own informed analysis
  • the answer is no
  • I’ve been to bible study groups don’t @ me I know what the fuck I’m talking about
  • Good Christians™ Nice Gays™

    don’t fraternize with/let themselves be influenced by non-Christians those terrible queers

  • all the media one consumes must be ideologically pure or it will surely harm the children
  • it is Our Sacred Duty to protect the children from Everything, thus ensuring their innocence/purity/etc until such time as they are idk probably 25 years old
  • literally just “think of the children” moral panic y’all can fuckin miss me with that
  • people who don’t conform to the dominant thinking WILL be excommunicated/driven from the social group, and any wrong treatment they suffer will be seen as a justified consequence of their wrong thinking
  • I Saw Goody Proctor With The Devil And She Had A Bad Steven Universe Headcanon

Thank you for breaking it down like that because so many of us have been saying it but to see a play by play breakdown comparison is just…Thank you.

this parallel is incredibly apt.

i grew up a liberal protestant and watched my mom deprogram conservative women’s circles like some kind of jesus-freak natasha romanov, and i swear it looked a whole lot like roach and seebs dismantling sjw circlejerks today.

you don’t have to stop believing; you just have to start thinking too.

another place the parallel works is with people getting the most angry and doubling down on the worst instances of doublethink. the less defensible it is, the more they’ll cherish it, because it’s the gas vent of their death star. one shot there, if they let it in, will blow the whole edifice.

compare: conservative protestants furiously defending their love of war and violence, in direct contravention to everything jesus ever said; tumblr wowzers attacking women about sexuality, in direct contravention to everything real life social justice advocates stand for.

and i gotta say, being a quaker on christian forums really prepared me for dealing with these folks. y’all can’t rile me. i’ve turned the other cheek to southern baptists. i might get cranky sometimes when they tell nasty lies about people i love, but i’m not gonna lose hope or give up. i’m also not going to crack and show the seething evil beneath, or whatever they’re hoping will happen if they keep attacking long enough. this isn’t kayfabe. my faith and my activism both go all the way to the core, grown from seed over decades.

now that i think about it, i would be very interested in what the (raised)religious demographics are on this site. early programming matters a lot to how you approach problems (and problematics).  

deliverusfromsburb:

I quit writing Homestuck meta a long time ago, but I guess
the pre-4/13 fervor is infectious, because this popped into my head and
wouldn’t go away. So here’s some musings on Homestuck, the ending, and its
portrayal (or rather, erasure) of character identity and agency.  

Let’s rewind back several years and a few subsubacts, to the
meteor and battleship crews’ not so triumphant arrival in the combined session.
Two of the kids’ number have been mind-controlled and forced to work for the
Empress. Two have been thrown in prison. One has been banished to the outer
reaches of space. The rest have been divvied up and placed on various Lands,
given different tasks to be completed for the Empress. Even in beating SBURB
and winning the game they have no escape, because she intends to rule the new
universe they create… until it spawns Lord English and is destroyed.

Things look bleak. And things look even bleaker when Game
Over rolls around, and most of the cast gets exterminated. But wait! John
Egbert, Heir of Breath and leader of the Beta session, has gotten his hands on
a miraculous artifact supposedly useful as a weapon against Lord English. He
now has the ability to travel throughout time and space and to change things
that usually cannot be changed. While his friends get wiped out, he fights the
“tyrannous author” figure who has been telling their story wrong and wins.
Surely with his newfound abilities, he will set things right and lead them to
freedom.

Except.  Not really.

Oh sure, John “saves the day”. He uses his retcon abilities
to create a new timeline where everyone lives and wins the game. But is it a
victory? And did everyone really live?

I’m going to argue that the ending of Homestuck is a tragedy
where characters’ identities are frequently ignored or overwritten in order to
serve the utilitarian aims of the narrative (and Skaia). I do not make this
argument believing Hussie intended it. I think the dip in quality and coherency
at the end of Homestuck was the product of an author who was tired of his
project, had lost track of a bunch of plot points and characters, and just
wanted to be finished. But I do think its treatment of identity is drastically
different from the rest of the work and sends some disturbing messages about
how “happy” that ending really is.

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roachpatrol:

orestian:

you know what BL gives women, regardless of their sexuality, regardless of anything else about them as women? an entire genre of work in which misogny is the bizarre statistical outlier instead of the norm. like do some straight women fetishize gay men in ways that are awful and nasty? yes. but the existence of an entire culture of creative work in which it’s basically impossible to encounter a disgusting or alienating portrayal of yourself, in which men are the objects to be displayed for the pleasure of the viewer, in which being gay is normal and heterosexuality is for side characters with no real backstory or plot relevance, in which men are the Other for once… it’s quite the phenomenon. it’s also really interesting to watch the “okama” trope/caricatures of queer trans culture get dissected and reinvented, etc, because yaoi from the 80s is often also casually transmisogynistic, or like relies on having a drag queen character around for humor, but in the 2010s it’s been really rare for me to encounter BL that shits on trans people. IT’S INTERESTING!!

i have never seen any acknowledgement of this from the gay boys who think women shouldn’t consume or produce m/m media for their own enjoyment and until i do i’m not inclined to take their arguments about ‘male objectification’ all that seriously, much less consider them persuasive.

because women can and sometimes do objectify gay men, and that’s not okay when it happens. people do treat each other as things and that is always damaging. but the vast majority of women’s consumption and production of m/m media is about escaping objectification, as well as (overt) misogyny, not replicating it. it’s about enjoying scenarios where every character is an emotionally realized and legitimate person. 

there is i think this idea people always have that when a disenfranchised population seizes power, they’ll enact the abuses that were done on them to their former oppressors. that’s why you get straights freaking out about the Gay Agenda, whites obsessed with Reverse Racism, and, i think, men who don’t question the assumption that the pornography women create of men will be just as disrespectful and exploitative as the portrayals men create of women. 

but it’s not like that. women’s creation and consumption of m/m stories isn’t dehumanizing. it’s not misandry, it’s not a desire to reduce, exploit, or degrade men. it’s pretty much just a longing for a world where all participants in a romance are fully recognized as people: a world a hell of a lot of women will never get to see outside of these fantasies. 

septembriseur:

Wow, OK, I had kind of conceptualized that Joss Whedon post along the lines of “here are some random thoughts that I’m gonna store behind a cut in case a few people are interested,” not expecting so many people to reblog it. But since there was so much interest, I ended up thinking about it more. And the direction my thinking took me in was this: what is it that women find attractive in male and female characters, and to what extent does this match up with what men assume that women find attractive in these characters?

Here’s the thing: I honestly do not believe that Joss Whedon understands himself as writing for an exclusively male audience. I believe that he thinks to himself: “Wow! This is so great! I’m writing for girls, I’m writing to empower girls, I’m writing the characters that women want!” (For one thing, this is the line that has been fed to him by the media as a positive and important aspect of his work.) There are tons of male writers/directors who are very open about the fact that they are not interested in the female audience. (David Goyer comes to mind.) But Joss Whedon is not one of them. So what is going on with the disconnect between what he understands himself to be doing and what we see him doing?

This disconnect doesn’t just have to do with female characters, either. I’m reminded of that Tumblr post that compares two magazine covers featuring Hugh Jackman: a men’s magazine on which he appears bulging-veined, huge-muscled, and sort of terrifying and weird, and a women’s magazine on which he appears as a slim, athletic guy smiling and wearing a sweater. Anyone who reads comics is familiar with this weirdness: comics heroes are often depicted as nightmarishly hyper-muscled, enormous man-mountains. (Interestingly, this trend grew more and more exaggerated as women became more and more nominally liberated— that is, as they should have been more and more able to communicate what they wanted, including what they wanted from men.) Hyper-masculinity is almost always framed in terms of being attractive— to women or, for gay men, to other men— and sometimes even talked about in the same breath as “the female gaze.” Yet, as that Tumblr post points out, while “the female gaze” is attracted by things like a naked, sweaty Chris Evans or Idris Elba, it’s also attracted by things like: men smiling in sweaters, men crying (DON’T LIE TUMBLR), barefoot fragile Sebastian Stan in the rain on Political Animals, men holding babies, men speaking foreign languages, Mark Ruffalo, and a whole bunch of weird stuff on Ao3 that I don’t even wanna get into. And that’s just “the female gaze as it pertains to men.” 

But think about whether men would agree that this is what women find attractive in men. Imagine a men’s magazine that offers tips on being attractive to women that include: looking fragile, being a bumbling scientist, acting like a helpless meatball, expressing affection to tiny children, blushing, being intensely interested in gorgeous clothes, etc, etc. This is hard to imagine. In fact, these are characteristics that are typically characterized as not ideal for men, because they are coded as feminine. Yet they’re also not only traits that are commonly attractive to women, but are generally accepted as commonly attractive to women, if one looks at “women’s” entertainment (romantic comedies, chick lit, anything in which Hugh Grant appears). 

What I’m getting at is that there is a division between what attracts women and what men accept/permit as attracting women. Men are engaged in a constant enforcement of heteronormativity, a policing of women’s desire and their own accession to it. What women want is subordinate to what men decide that women want, and the latter is then culturally broadcast as the ideological “what women want” that becomes accepted.

This is true also in the case of female characters. What do women want in female characters? Well, I mean, a lot of us just want female characters for the love of God. But specifically: some of the most popular current female characters in comics/MCU fandom are: Natasha Romanoff, in a movie (Cap 2) where she only briefly appeared in a sexy bodysuit and instead spent most of her time wearing jeans and a hoodie, wisecracking, having a complex narrative about salvation, and hacking computers, not to mention the down-to-earth Phil Noto comics depiction, who even (GASP) sometimes wears a ponytail; Peggy Carter, a 1940s secret agent with little patience for men; Kamala Khan, a teenage Pakistani-American girl who writes fan fiction and wears a modest homemade costume; Darcy Lewis, who’s full-figured, socially awkward, and not a superhero; the lady scientists of the MCU (Jane Foster, Maya Hansen, Betty Ross)… I could go on.

But what do men apparently believe that women want in female characters? Well, going by Joss Whedon: superheroines who wear catsuits, beat up men, are secretly very vulnerable, and are sexually threatened, fragile and unstable girl-women with superpowers beyond their control… oh, wait. That’s it. Expanding beyond Whedon, the most common characteristics tend to be: aggressively sexy, sexually threatened, beats up bad men but is secretly vulnerable. I discussed already one potential reason this is attractive to men (see my previous post); my issue here is: this is not what women want, but it is what men believe that women want, because it is what they have been told by other men that women want. 

Once again, what women want is ignored (or, more accurately, invisibilized— in that men deny or are oblivious to its existence) in favor of the ideological construct of “what women want,” which is determined and enforced by men. Men genuinely believe that they know what women want, and are earnest in their attempts to explain “what women want” to women. They are deeply confused, because of course they know what women want! Right? They are unable to see that they are selling a version of “what women want” is essentially “what it would be attractive to men for women to want.” 

That is the center of this thing: everything revolves around what men want. What type of female heroine would be most attractive to men? If she has to be strong, what type of strength would men find attractive? How can she be “feminist” but still attractive to men? This seems obvious, yet men seem to find it invisible.

One of the most interesting angles from which to consider this is that of the queer/lesbian woman. That is the viewpoint that is most invisibilized in this discussion, because it simply has no relevance or importance to men’s desires. The woman who is not sexually available to men does not exist within a system that assesses women’s value based on sexual availability to men. The gay male gaze is comprehensible, because it can conform to existing ideas about the male body’s desirability (though it does not always). Indeed, the gay male gaze is often preferable to the female gaze, because it sidesteps the problematic female perspective. The lesbian gaze, however, is fundamentally incomprehensible. It is the divide-by-zero point of the system. What does a woman want if she doesn’t want men and doesn’t want what-men-want-from-women? This is the perspective from which it’s easiest to see the bizarreness of what’s going on, the degree to which it is all centrally tied up with men.

This is, not incidentally, the reason that it’s so important for women to have creative control over projects. For women to write, produce, direct. As long as men dominate these positions, representations of what women want will be filtered through them. It’s not accidental that two of the most popular female comics characters among women (Kamala Khan and Captain Marvel) are being written by women. We need female creators; we need female voices. It’s the only way to end the invisibilization of women’s desires.