Why is Xena the best show ever created like it literally cannot be replicated or recreated or imitated it exists on its own level in every way from subtext to plot to female relationships to humor and drama and back again like it’s literally an anomaly and the epitome of everything ever

“ like it’s literally an anomaly and the epitome of everything ever”  

Best description I’ve ever come across.

I will never be over badass, former Evil Queen, Regina Mills fucking stuttering as she thanks Emma Swan for inviting her to dinner. #NeverForget

this is a bookmark set for the sq zine based on The Evil Queen and her Knight by insanetwin

Title: a marvelous time (ruining everything)

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/36774925

Writer: SapphicScholar

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Word Count: 14k

Rating: Mature

Warning(s): No Archive Warnings Apply

Summary:

"It all started with a portal. Or, more accurately, it started with a series of portals, a reluctant Savior, and a conflicted young boy. Everyone involved has a different version of the story. Only Emma and Henry know the truth. Because they were both there when the last portal back to the Enchanted Forest shimmered out of existence, leaving them behind in a rapidly darkening forest in Storybrooke, Maine."

Or, a season 2 canon divergence fic in which the Charmings managed to get everyone but Regina back to the Enchanted Forest--well, everyone except the two people they most wanted with them

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Étienne Tournès – Intimacy (1901)

Imagine your favorite historical figure watching a film re-enactment of their own life

basically half the show ;]

Half? What are you talking about, that’s the whole show xD

no, no, it’s half because the other half is

important!!!

transcript:

A person with a somewhat masculine voice says in a higher pitched tone, “Blue hair is weird!” They then change their voice to their regular tone, and say, “I’m gonna teach you this how I would teach a child. I don’t know your life story, but for the sake of making this an educational video, I’m gonna use stereotypes, so only take what resonates with you.

One child is born in a seemingly functional, to their awareness, loving family, while the other is getting quite the opposite. You can’t choose that you’re born with it, so you’re put out in this world and the majority of your peers are like you, and the majority of your teachers, parents and authority are like you, and the majority of the media out there is showing people like you. So all of the kids that are not depicted by this media feel erased and different immediately from the time they’re born, how they are born. You may feel too feminine as a boy, too masculine as a girl, like you’re in the wrong body, like you don’t think exactly neurotypically as everyone else, you’re too thin, you’re too thick, you’re too dark, you’re not dark enough. Kids like this immediately understand the struggle of not being accepted by the majority, and if it’s not the peers doing it, keep in mind they have the same authority and media only depicting the majority of one type of person.

So both the outcasts and the masses are gonna ask the same question of how do I fit into society, and the majority of the authority and media is gonna be saying things like “God is the answer,” “man marries woman,” “girls are this way, boys this way.” You have a set amount of rules that if you have no reason to question, you’re not gonna disagree with. But when this world has taught you it’s not for people like you, you’re gonna ask, “why is it that way?” which brings us to, “who is teaching us this?” Oh, people from this era or earlier, who’s making this stuff, people in this era or earlier, “Let me do my research on who taught them that stuff.”

A common flaw with human beings is that they accept societal norms that are only in place for a little bit over their lifetime because they never lived to see a reason to question it. When you are born in a world that’s seemingly against you, you have reason to research why these traditions are in place, and you say, “Wow, if I happened to be born in the 1900s, pink was for boys and blue was for girls, and cheerleading is for boys and heels are for men, and the bible was changed to be anti-gay”. It’s almost like what we are taught is unreliable and not inherently factual, and in the time this was being taught, no one in the masses was disagreeing.

Everyone’s born in a box, but we weren’t all born with default settings, so we learned that humans can express themselves however they want. The way you think that only natural hair colors is normal, or how you dress is the right way, or blue hair automatically makes you weird, or pronouns equals liberal, that is taught to you. If this existed in the 1900s, this would be awesome [he points at blue hair], and this would just be english language [he points at pronouns]. When you’re wildly accepted by the masses, I see why you wouldn’t want to step down, you’re at the top of the pyramid. But the reason that we dye our hair blue is that the only people that wildly accepted us are other people who weren’t afraid of being different.

Now listen, maybe you just like authentically being a part of the masses, maybe your true self likes this stuff, that’s fine. But you also have to acknowledge that you were taught to avoid anything that would get you bullied or a negative reaction by the masses. So therefore, who’s really the top of the pyramid? [He flips the pyramid drawing upside-down].”

End transcript.

the epic eternal struggle

me when I have a packed schedule: I have GOT to write something soon my SOUL is DYING from lack of artistic EXPRESSION

me on break: what....what am I supposed to do.....words.....suddenly ...disgust me???

when you are on the internet, and you happen upon a ship you did not previously know existed, and you think to yourself “lol why the hell would anyone ship that”, and you go into the ao3 tag for a laugh just to see what the fanfiction ecosystem is like for this absurd new rarepair you have discovered, and you see a fic and think without a trace of irony “hm i kind of wanna read that”. that is your last chance to get out. your make or break moment. you are icarus and your wings are starting to smoulder. you need to make a decision there and then about who you are, what kind of person you’re going to be. because once you click that link there’s no going back for you. and that is a promise.

as someones whos been here since 2012, this post hits hard