The supernatural fandom right now:
His body isn’t even cold yet and the New York times has already put out a shameful article declaring Nelson Mandela to be an “icon of peaceful resistance”. News outlets around the Western world are hurrying to publish obituaries that celebrate his electoral victory while erasing the protracted and fierce guerrilla struggle that he and his party were forced to fight in order to make that victory possible. Don’t let racist, imperialist liberalism co-opt the legacy of another radical. Nelson Mandela used peaceful means when he could, and violent means when he couldn’t. For this, during his life they called him a terrorist, and after his death they’ll call him a pacifist — all to neutralize the revolutionary potential of his legacy, and the lessons to be drawn from it.
Don’t fucking let them.
Okay, also wrong.
1) Nelson Mandela WAS an icon of peaceful resistance, but not in the simplistic way the NYT article (and, I’m sure, many that will follow) believe he was. You see, when Mandela was arrested in 1962, he was, indeed, the leader of the ANC’s armed forces. That is not a fact that people should forget.
However, when he started negotiations with the apartheid regime in the late 1980s, South Africa was in the midst of what was basically an undeclared civil war. Violence was everywhere and often very unfocused; don’t think for one second that it was all between anti-apartheid fighters against people upholding the apartheid regime. The deaths/beatings/tortures/rapes were largely civilian-focused, and everyone was hurting everyone else (with white-on-white, black-on-black, black-on-Indian, Indian-on-coloured, coloured-on-black, so on and so forth). For an example, Google anything about “necklacing”.
It was b a d.
Sam Winchester’s Journal – Entry #6
Tonight, a little girl named Bess should have been in the arms of her mother, playing with her hair and listening to her sing her favorite lullaby while slowly falling asleep. The only thing she will hear instead, will be the sound of her father’s tears and his voice telling her that her mom is never coming back. She’s too young to understand, though. The pain will come later.
We fucked up. I mean, bigger than usual. And god knows that fucking up has become a Winchester trademark over the years. Saving people, hunting things, the family business. My ass. All the people we’ve gotten close to are now six feet under. Ellen, Jo, Bobby, Benny… It would take days to make it through the whole list!
Dean and I have managed the scientific miracle of turning death into a contagious disease. We deserve a Nobel Prize at this point.
Sarah is dead, so are Jenny and Tommy. Abaddon is on the loose. Cas and Metatron are god knows where. Crowley has the upper hand on us.
Dean says he’ll think about a plan, but the only thing he’s done so far was empty a bottle of Jack and throw two glasses against the wall. Not that I’ve been of any great help myself, being too tired and too weak to think about anything.
But I have to focus. I’m too close to the goal to fail now.
#this show took some turns down some suspect alleys along the way but #as manifestos go the ‘shared power’ theme running through this scene TAKES SOME F*CKING BEATNG #a giant ‘screw you’ to the Batman-esque Saviour complex running though most dude-focussed superhero franchises #’it’s me and only me who must save the helpless!’ vs ‘HERE TAKE THIS - AND USE IT TO SAVE YOURSELF AND OTHERS’ #you don’t hide power and hoard power and swoop in to impose your power on others to ‘save’ them #you share it #you teach it #’are you ready to be strong?’ #[i’m not crying YOU’RE crying] (via harrietvane)
#ugly empowered weeping (via surprisinglywiry)
Sam Winchester’s Journal – Entry #8
Who could have guessed that those damn Supernatural books would come back to haunt us after all these years? It’s the only way Crowley could have found out about the people we’d saved and reached Sarah. It didn’t take us long to put two and two together.
Dean and I thought we’d burned every copy of those crappy things. We’d ordered and bought all the books we could find; we even went to Supernatural Conventions and stole copies from LARPers’s bags while they were pretending to be “SamandDean”. It took us months. Every time we thought we’d gotten rid of the last copy, one would reappear out of nowhere in a garage sale right in front of our motel. Even cockroaches have shorter life expectancies.
Now, the fight is lost for good: the books are available on the Internet, “in PDF and mobi, compatible with all your e-books and tablets for the great price of $0.99”. There are even previously unpublished volumes! The readers will have the pleasure of enjoying my private moments with Ruby and see me go to Hell after almost beating my brother to death. Literature at its best.
How can people read this shit? I mean, seriously? How can “these fans” have any interest whatsoever in our lives? Not to mention the books are horribly written. The style is a disgrace even for a genre story, and I don’t even want to talk about the cover illustrations.
Fuck you, Chuck , wherever the hell you are.
But what makes me the most sad is that these damn books will probably be the only way people will remember us after we die.
MY DAD JUST WALKED INTO MY ROOM DRESSED UP AS TONY STARK ARC REACTOR AND ALL
APPARENTLY HE’S ATTENDING SOME CHRISTMAS DINNER THING AND ITS THEME IS MOVIE CHARACTERS OF 2013
I AM SO D O N E
uHM I SEE A PROBLEM HERE ???? //?/???? ??????? ???????
That is an awesome dad
In this series, entitled ‘Madonnas,’ I have created self portraits in the poses and typical style of depictions of the Virgin Mary. I hand made my props out of household items from the dollar tree and have utilized Mary, ‘the mother of mankind,’ as a recognizable figure, in order to reflect the domestic expectations of motherhood and femininity for young women. While the series utilizes religious symbolism and references from art history, it is intended as a focus on womanhood rather than a commentary on religion.
I really enjoyed making this series. Although it was stressful because I had to create ten images in a small time frame, it was worth the extra effort to end up with such a variety in my compositions and props. One of my main personal goals for this was to solely use items purchased at the dollar tree. Some of you may remember during my second 365 I started a small series trying to repurpose dollar tree items and I decided to use this as an opportunity to explore that further. All of these items are accessible to anyone, it is how they are treated that makes them significant. I will admit, the silk flowers are not from the dollar tree, they are from Michaels, but that is the only thing besides the hot glue. I am really proud that I was able to work with such a constraint.
I know this series is really different for me, and it’s not the only type of work I am interested in doing, but I just have so much fun really spending time on images rather than spontaneously creating them with no solid concept in mind. It’s so exciting to experiment with different styles and inspirations. I had Hendrik Kerstens in mind during this whole process, he is so brilliant. I want the images to take on a type of humor, like I spy, where you are constantly noticing things, like q-tips, mouse traps, or toilet paper. I wanted to add that level of interaction with the viewer.
I can’t wait to move to California and move my sets outdoors (the florida landscape is boring me endlessly) to create even larger scenes.
Also I promise I will move away from religious references soon! I am just riding the Italy inspiration wave until the very end.
I hope you enjoy, I will be making a post of a few detail images that I really can’t stop looking at. Thanks guys!
“Because you are family. After all the crap we’ve been through. After all the good that you’ve done… Man, if you don’t think we would die for you… I don’t know what to tell you. Because you and me, and Sam and Cas we are all we’ve got. But, hey, if none of that matters to you, then I won’t stop you.” - Dean to Kevin 9.02
Remember when I said Dean’s dialogue to Kevin in 9x02 was meant to grab and hold our attention? That it mattered… That this was the same type of speech given to Castiel in 8x17, the out pouring of Dean’s heart that made Cas family beyond a doubt, beyond usefulness or powers? It was the speech that Kevin held onto, that made him stay instead of leave, the words that kept him close to an angel, a stranger Dean let control his life in a desperate hope to save his brother. This episode brings this dialogue full circle. Kevin’s journey into our hearts started with a name on a piece of paper, perhaps it is only fitting that it ended that way as well. In this episode, our mid-season finale, we say goodbye to Kevin Tran, the kid from Michigan whose every dream turned to smoke and ash because Dean Winchester has never put anything before his baby brother.
Thanks for writing in with such a thoughtful observation. In the NYT interview—which may not have been obvious from the selected quotes that made it into the final copy—when I was talking about baggage, I was referring to the baggage of stereotypes and the burden of representation. Kamala certainly doesn’t see being Pakistani as having baggage. What I was trying to say (perhaps not in the most eloquent fashion) is that she, like so many second-generation kids growing up in the US, feels like the child of two worlds—and not just two worlds, but two worlds that are portrayed in the media (and in global politics) as being somehow intrinsically opposed to one another. She wants to make her parents proud, and at the same time she wants to fit in with her mainstream American peers. That’s a lot for a sixteen year old to handle, especially at a time when there is so much scrutiny and suspicion surrounding the Muslim community in the US. That’s what I meant by “baggage.” This is a dilemma I think about a lot…my own children (who are still very small) are half Egyptian, and I worry about how they will manage growing up as Arab and American and Muslim at a time when the world is telling them they can’t—or shouldn’t—be proud of any of those identities, or that they have to choose one over the rest. It’s my hope that Kamala will—in some small, entirely symbolic way—help to right those wrongs.
Thanks for listening.
"much more violence than was required"
well. if that isn’t this whole awful series i am in love with in a sentence.
I thought it was talking about the hat, till I started to scroll down and then I noticed it was the dogs.
THIS HURT ME MORE THAN I WAS EXPECTING…
I keep seeing people talk about what Kevin’s death has done to Dean, but no one is talking about Sam. Sam is the one who has to live with the fact that his own fucking hand killed this kid, Kevin, the boy that was traveling the same road as him (mom and girlfriend killed, drug into the world of the supernatural with no way out), who doesn’t have anyone willing to sacrifice their soul for his, like Dean did for Sam. Sam may have been “tricked” into consent, but he still gave it. I don’t know how Sam will rationalize it in his mind (his fault or Dean’s) but the fact remains that Sam was a factor in Kevin’s death, because of Dean. I really think this is the one thing that neither of them will ever let the other forget. It is the one blame that they both now share, and if the death of this kid (who they swore to protect, then failed) isn’t a wake up call… Then, honestly? Nothing will be.COMMENT META THIS SHOW SPENT A LOT OF TIME OVER THE PAST COUPLE OF EPISODES MIRRORING SAM AND KEVIN CINEMATICALLY SITTING ACROSS FROM ONE ANOTHER RESEARCHING ON THE TABLE CARVER SPENT A LONG TIME MIRRORING HIM NARRATIVELY TO SAM’S JOURNEY FOR THIS ONE MOMENT IT BETTER BE FUCKING WORTH IT IS ALL I’M SAYING 9X09