tiamatschild: A painting of a woman in a chiton hanging washing on a line (Hanging the Washing Out to Dry)

I've thought about the scene of Bucky buying plums a lot and what it says to me, especially taking this tumblr post on how the way he orders the plums is strange into account, is that Bucky is deliberately ordering the plums weird. He's doing a cognitive behavioral exercise! An exposure! He is deliberately (and harmlessly) breaking a small, harmless, unspoken rule. He does that, the person at the farmstand Socially Disapproves but doesn't do anything terrible to him, like electroshock him into forgetting things, no -

All that happens when you ask for “about six plums” is that you get a judgey look and exactly six plums.

I think he's pressing himself way out of his (probably incredibly narrow) comfort zone in that scene. His demeanor is forced as he interacts with the vendor, and after the interaction ends, he's visibly trying to get himself back under control. He's jittery before he ever spots the headline at the news stand. He's trying to work through that fear and carve out a wider space where he doesn't need to be afraid. He can break the rules and Not Do It Right and Something Bad (an unnameable earth crushing cosmic consequence) will not happen!

...of course. Well. Something Bad does happen, which probably puts him back at square one as far as that exposure goes, but that is the problem with the practice – sometimes your fears may come true after all, even if it isn't likely that they will.

tiamatschild: A print of a figure with a blue umbrella, walking away along a path in the rain (Walking Home with a blue umbrella)
One of my least favorite things is when people use what I usually call peripheral canon to verbally smack or demean other fans or try to interrupt their creative play.

Peripheral canon is stuff that is by the canon's creators or their authorized proxies, is the same continuity as the canon, and is official, but is not part of the central piece of the canon text. So things like tie in comics, tie in novels, novelizations, video games, design books, toys and toy bios, officially sanctioned wikia, and things like Pottermore if there is ever a thing like Pottermore that is not Pottermore. Sometimes creators' interviews fall under this category, depending on how the fandom treats them, but usually those are more Word Of God/Creator type stuff.

Peripheral canon is great! It offers such gems as the really creepy entry on centaurs in the HP verse in Fantastic Beasts and Where To Find Them, and Mabel Pines from Gravity Falls calling Wendy a Warrior Princess From The Moons Of Venus, the existence of minicons in the Transformers Animated universe, and Big Finish's Doctor Who audios. Great stuff! Truly great stuff!

But people are not obligated to engage with it. (Honestly, if people contradict the actual mainline of canon with their creative play, that is okay too, but people getting shirty about people not having read/listened to peripheral canon is even more annoying to me.) Reading more of this stuff does not make you a better fan. If, say, someone writes a Transformers Animated story in which there are no minicons, they are not contradicting show canon, and that story is not automatically an au. Scolding someone for writing Susan Foreman as childless and not having encountered her grandfather again until his uh - - - Twelfth or Thirteenth depending on how you're counting - incarnation for contradicting canon is dumb. Telling someone that Elita-1 can't have been Orion Pax's good friend before the war because there's a throw away reference in a tie in that says she wasn't and by wanting that the Elita fan is hetwashing is - Obnoxious beyond the telling on several levels, actually. My point is, peripheral canon does not trump the central text, and it does not trump fans' creative play with that central text. Not everyone can access that peripheral canon (it's often expensive) and not everyone is gonna want to - it may not be in their favorite media, or they might want to play with the elements that canon leaves open or whatever - and you don't have to to be a fan!

People reeeeaaally need to stop invoking it intending to shut down other fans' creative play, instead of using it to widen that creative, collective play up.

Jerks.

Not anyone reading this. Just you know. General jerks.
tiamatschild: A painting of a woman in a chiton hanging washing on a line (Hanging the Washing Out to Dry)
I rewatched the first season of Transformers: Animated recently, and I kind of feel like writing up a quick version of my thoughts before I go on to the second season. There's gonna be kind of a lot about narrative structure and building characterization here, because I've been thinking about writing and how you do it.

So! To start!

Transform and Roll Out pts 1-2-3 )
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I. I don't actually know what I think. Except of course that Cleopatra lived into middle age. She was a grown woman when she died, so... ... ....

Yeah, I dunno if the production team realized that and did it on purpose or not.

She also very definitely left a body.

Cut for (extremely vague) spoilers. Mostly this is about tropes. )
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I am obsessing about a potentially hurtful thing I said over a year ago. Which is a thing I often do. I worry about hurting people a lot, and when I'm feeling down I loop into tracks about Did I Hurt That Person? I Hope I Didn't Hurt That Person, I Don't Think I Can Make Up For It Now.

In mostly unrelated thoughts, I'm feeling intensely ambivalent about [livejournal.com profile] lgbtfest. It's an odd thing. I like reading the fic that comes out of the fest, but I hate reading the prompt lists, because...

Okay, so this probably isn't entirely fair. But sometimes it starts to feel like a lot of the people prompting are basically prompting misery porn, and given that I have immense issues with the extent to which stories about LGBT people generally are. Not joyful. I mean, okay. As a queer teenager, I hated reading YA novels about queer people, because -

Well. Let me be honest here. I tended to get the feeling that those novels weren't for actual queer teens. That they were intended for straight teens, and that was why they were so horrible, and the people in them were rarely brought joy by their sexuality, and when they were it was frequently elided, while pain was examined and almost reveled in. It used to make me so mad.

It still makes me so mad. Because yes. Things are hard, and the closet sucks, and frequently so does being out, and people are always happy to tell you how you're not you enough, and sometimes it's hard not to believe them, and it's always dangerous, people might very well hurt you, and hurt you very badly, kill you even, and there is vulnerability and danger -

But damn it. Just. Just.

Fuck that, I'm going to be happy. Judging by the fic that gets actually written, a lot of people feel the same way.

(This might be somewhat ironic, coming from someone who writes incessantly about mental illness, which means I write a lot about fear and pain and sadness, but pfffffffft.)
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Yes, a link on [community profile] metafandom, which I should not have clicked! And, uh, can't link to because I closed it and reading it in the first place was a bad idea, if I go back, I will read it again, even though I don't know why I read that poll about expectations of response to comments once I had it open: I should have clicked away so fast.

But I did, and therefore here we go:

Dear everyone who expects or wants a response from me when you comment,

I sympathize, I really do. I know it's rude to ignore people. I don't fail to respond because I don't like you, or because I think I'm better than you, or because I just don't care.

I might, under some circumstances, not be responding because I didn't see your comment, but probably what happened?

Is that I wrote that post because I was having a good day, and I could talk and interact and felt confident and not like the worst person in the world. And then I had to go to bed or I walked away from the computer and you commented and I came back and tried to write back to you. Maybe I even got a paragraph down before I erased it and tried again. Maybe I tried again after that. Maybe I couldn't get anything written in the first place and just stared at the box and felt terrible. There might have been crying because I was just so tired all of a sudden, and I couldn't do it. I was too scared, even though maybe I know you and like you. Possibly everything I could put down just sounded egotistical and over sharing. Maybe I told myself not everyone wants to know about my writing process and I don't even know this person to know if they do.

Who knows? It might have been all of the above!

So I gave up because I felt awful, and you know, maybe in a week or so I'll have a good day again, and I'll come back and be able to talk to you. If you still want to maybe we can have a slow motion conversation that way.

I'm sorry, I know it sucks. I know it feels bad, when people don't answer you. I know you start to wonder if you're just being annoying.

I'm so sorry. I really do try.

But a lot of the time I just can't. I really, really, really can't, and if you are commenting on a story in particular it's not that I don't enjoy concrit (I do!) or lengthy comments or anything like that, but the thing is: I often put up stories not when I feel good, but when I already feel so bad it's hard to breathe. I will try to answer, I will! But it will take a while, and if it's been weeks I might never manage it. I'll feel bad about that, and I know maybe you're feeling bad too. I'm really sorry. But I spent a very long time basically not talking at all because I didn't know if I'd be able to respond, and believe me, that sucked worse.

From my end, anyhow. I bet plenty of people didn't care.

God, I'm trying, but it's so damn hard. I hate saying so. I feel like Whiny McWhinersen making excuses, and I know it doesn't help because people still get hurt but. There you go.

Apologies,

Me

ETA: I should probably add that this is not exactly about people who are subscribed to my journal, one way or the other, although I often wish I could manage to interact with you all more, because I like you - I generally figure that if you haven't taken me off by now, my brain's habit of dumping me on the side of the highway to walk back to down is something you don't take personally. But it. Is part of why I have trouble talking to new people, and why sometimes stories sit on my journal for months and never get promoted anywhere.

*handwavyhandwavy*
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Recently I finally found a fanfiction.net review from several months ago that made me want to clarify a few things.

I didn't invent anything in One Kind of Good-bye. Burial by exposure is still practiced in our modern world, despite it having been banned in a lot of places because of increasing populations, hygiene concerns, and cultural imperialism, and historically it has been one of the most common funeral practices. Sea burial, by sea goers and the occasional coastal society, is also not all that unusual. Beliefs about reincarnation that include a span of time spent in the afterlife to reflect and reqroup are also a reoccuring element in funeral practice. Many of these beliefs include community or family or society specific guardian spirits that watch over and/or take the dead. Washing the body, of course, is so common as to be one of the few things in human practice that approaches a constant. Aang's explanation of the Air Nomads' pre-burial practice is a heavily cut down summary of the basic intent and usage of the Tibetan Book of the Dead, as well as the very, very basics of its contents. Very basic. Very, very, very basic.

I did shift all of this around some: the Water Tribe's cultural influences are broad enough that sometimes it's hard to know where it would be most appropriate to go with their cultural practices that we don't get a look at in the series (sea burial is not the most common practice among Arctic peoples, but there's the whole elemental thing - I waffle about this a lot), and while the Air Nomads are somewhat more specific, I still took liberties. Where the the ideal candidate to read to and instruct the dying and recently deceased person is, in Tibetan practice, their teacher (which makes perfect sense), in this story Aang implies that the Air Nomads considered a student the deceased was close to to be the ideal guide.

I do actually have reasoning for that - part of it is simply that Air Nomads appear to consistently reach such old ages that by the time they die, most of them will no longer have teachers. The primary remaining earthly attachment will be to their students. In this case it is appropriate for the students to pick up the teaching from their teachers at their deaths and send them on with reassurances, exhortations, and love.

Anyway! I didn't make anything up! Nothing in that story is completely out of my fertile imagination except the story itself, and even that grew out of conversations I have had about mourning and death with people I am friends with.

I just. Want to say this. The practice, rituals, and beliefs I have the kids talk about in that story are nothing I dreamed up. They are things people really do.

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