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worstjourney · 5 months

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The Millennials' Polar Expedition

A year ago today (23 Nov 2022), I launched Worst Journey Vol.1 at the Scott Polar Research Institute. This is the text of the speech I gave to the lovely people who turned up to celebrate.

As many of you know, my interest in the Terra Nova Expedition was sparked by Radio 4’s dramatisation of The Worst Journey in the World, now 14 years ago. The story is an incredible story, and it got its claws into me, but what kept me coming back again and again were the people. I couldn’t believe anyone so wonderful had ever really existed. So when I finally succumbed to obsession and started reading all the books, it was the expedition members’ own words which I most cherished. These were not always easy to come by, though, so plenty of popular histories were consumed as well. Reading both in tandem, it soon became clear that, while there were some good books out there, there was a lot of sloppy research in the polar echo chamber as well.

I also discovered that no adaptation had attempted to get across the full scope of the expedition. There has never been a full and fair dramatic retelling, all having been limited by time, budget, or ideology from telling the whole story truthfully. I was determined that my adaptation would be both complete and accurate, and be as accountable as possible to those precious primary documents and the people who wrote them.

So the years of research began. I moved to Cambridge to be able to drop in at SPRI and make the most of the archives. Getting to Antarctica seemed impossible, but I went to New Zealand to get at least that much right, and on the way back stayed with relatives in Alberta, the most Antarctic place I could realistically visit. I gathered reference for objects wherever I could. Because Vol.1 takes place mainly on the Terra Nova, which is now a patch of sludge on the seabed off Greenland, I cobbled together a Franken-Nova in my mind, between the Discovery up in Dundee and the Star of India in San Diego. I spent a week on a Jubilee Sailing Trust ship in order to depict tall-ship sailing correctly. I’m sure I’ve still got loads of things wrong, but I did all I could, to get as much as I could, right.

But still, everyone I met who had been to Antarctica said, “you can’t understand Antarctica until you’ve been there, and you can’t tell the story without understanding Antarctica; you have to go.” So I applied to the USAP’s Antarctic Artists and Writers Program, with faint hope, as they do “Ahrt” and I draw cartoons. But I must have blagged a good grant proposal, because a year after applying, I was stepping out of a C-17 onto the Ross Ice Shelf. The whole trip would have been worth it just to stand there, turn in a circle, and see how all the familiar photographs fit together. But the USAP’s generosity didn’t stop there, and in the next month I saw Hut Point, Arrival Heights, the Beardmore Glacier (including the moraine on which the Polar Party stopped to “geologise”), and Cape Crozier, and made three visits to the Cape Evans hut. Three! On top of the visual reference I got priceless qualitative data. The hardness of the sound. The surprising warmth of the sun. The sugary texture of the snow. The keen edge on a slight breeze. The way your fingertips and toes can start to go when the rest of you is perfectly warm. The SHEER INSANITY of Cape Crozier. The veterans were right – I couldn’t have drawn it without having been there, but now I have, and can, and I am more grateful than I can ever adequately express. With all these resources laid so copiously at my feet, all I had to do was sit down and draw the darn thing. Luckily I have some very sound training to back me up on that.

Now, this is all very well for the how of making the book, and, I hope, interesting enough. But why? Why am I putting so much effort into telling this story, and why now?

Well, it means a lot to me personally. To begin to understand why, you need to know that I grew up in the 80s and 90s, at the height of individualist, goal-oriented, success-driven, dog-eat-dog, devil-take-the-hindmost neoliberalism. It was just assumed that humans, when you get right down to it, were basically self-interested jerks, and I saw plenty of them around so I had no reason to question this assumption. The idea was that if you did everything right, and worked really hard, you could retire at 45 to a yacht in the Bahamas, and if you didn’t retire to a yacht, well, you just hadn’t tried hard enough. Character, in the sense of rigorous personal virtue, was for schmucks. What mattered was success. Even as my politics evolved, I still took it as a given that this was how the world worked, and that was how people generally were – after all, there was no lack of corroborating evidence. So: I worked really hard. I single-mindedly pursued my self-interest. I made sacrifices, and put in the time, and fought my way into my dream job and all the success I could have asked for.

And then I met the Terra Nova guys.

What struck me most about them was that even when everything was going wrong, when their expectations were shattered and they had to face the cruellest reality, they were still kind. Not backbiting, recriminating, blame-throwing, defensive, or mean, as one would expect – they were lovely to each other, patient, supportive, self-sacrificing; in fact the worse things got, the better they were. They still treated each other as friends even when it wasn’t in their self-interest, was even contrary to their self-interest. I didn’t know people could be like that. But there they were, in plain writing, being thoroughly, bafflingly, decent. Not just the Polar Party – everyone had to face their own brutal realities at some point, and they all did so with a grace I never thought possible.

It presented a very important question:

When everything goes belly-up, and you’re facing the worst, what sort of person will you be?

Or perhaps more acutely: What sort of person would you rather be with?

It was so contrary to the world I lived in, to the reality I knew – it was a peek into an alternate dimension, populated entirely with lovely, lovely people, who really, genuinely believed that “it’s not whether you win or lose, but how you play the game,” and behaved accordingly. It couldn’t be real. There had to be a deeper, unpleasant truth: that was how the world worked, after all. I kept digging, expecting to hit bottom at some point, but I only found more gold, all the way down. How could I not spend my life on this?

Mythology exists to pass on a culture’s values, moral code, and survival information – how to face challenges and prevail. Scott’s story entered the British mythology, and had staying power, because it exemplified those things so profoundly for the culture that created and received it. But the culture changed, and there were new values; Scott’s legacy was first inverted and then cast aside. The new culture needed a new epic hero. You’d think it would be Amundsen, the epitome of ruthless success, but “Make Plan – Execute Plan – Go Home” has no mythic value, so he didn’t stick. The hero needed challenges, he needed setbacks, and he needed to win, on our terms.

Shackleton! Shackleton was a winner! Shackleton told us what we knew to be true and wanted to hear at epic volume: that if you want something badly enough, and try really hard, you will succeed! (Especially if you can control the narrative.) Scott, on the other hand, tells us that if you want something badly enough, and try really hard . . . you may nevertheless die horribly in the snow. Nobody wants to hear that! What a downer! I think it’s no coincidence that Shackleton exploded into popular culture in the late 90s and has dominated it ever since: he is the mythic hero of the zeitgeist. I am always being asked if I’ll be doing Shackleton next. He has six graphic novels already! That is plenty! But people still want to tell and be told his story, because it’s a heroic myth that validates our worldview.

That’s why I am so determined to tell the Scott story, because Scott is who we don’t realise we need right now – and Wilson, and Bowers, and Cherry, and Atch, and all the rest. The Terra Nova Expedition is the Millennials’ polar expedition. We’ve worked really hard, we’ve done everything we were supposed to, we made what appeared to be the right decisions at the time, and we’re still losing. Nothing in the mythology we’ve been fed has prepared us for this. No amount of positive attitude is going to change it. We have all the aphorisms in the world, but what we need is an example of how to behave when the chips are down, when the Boss is not sailing into the tempest to rescue us, when the Yelcho is not on the horizon. When circumstances are beyond your power to change, how do you make the best of your bad situation? What does that look like? Even if you can’t fix anything, how do you make it better for the people around you – or at the very least, not worse? Scott tells us: you can be patient, supportive, and humble; see who needs help and offer it; be realistic but don’t give in to despair; and if you’re up against a wall with no hope of rescue, go out in a blaze of kindness. We learn by imitation: it’s easy to say these things, but to see them in action, in much harder circumstances than we will ever face, is a far greater help. And to see them exemplified by real, flawed, complicated people like us is better still; they are not fairy-tale ideals, they are achievable. Real people achieved them.

My upbringing in the 80s milieu of selfishness, which set me up to receive the Scott story so gratefully, is hardly unique. There are millions of us who are hungry for a counter-narrative. My generation is desperate for demonstrations of caring, whether it’s activism or social justice or government policies that don’t abandon the vulnerable. We’ve seen selfishness poison the world, and we want an alternative. The time for competition is past; we must cooperate or perish, but we don’t know how to do it because our mythology is founded on competition. The Scott story, if told properly, explodes the Just World Fallacy, and liberates us from the lie that has ruled our lives: that you make your own luck. What happens, happens: what matters is how you respond to it. My obsession with accuracy is in part to honour the men, and in part because Cherry was the ultimate stickler and he’d give me a hard time if I didn’t, but also because, if I’m telling the story to a new generation, I’m damn well going to make sure we get that much RIGHT. It’s been really interesting to see, online, how my generation and the next have glommed onto polar exploration narratives, not as thrilling feats of derring-do, but as emotional explorations of found family and cooperative resilience. We love them because they love each other, and loving each other helps get them through, and we want – we need – to see how that’s done. It’s time to give them the Terra Nova story, and to tell it fully, fairly, and honestly, in all its complexity, because that is how their example is most useful to us. Not as gods, and not as fools, but as real human beings who were excellent to each other in the face of disaster. I only hope that I, a latecomer to their ways, can do them justice.

#scott expedition #terra nova expedition #the worst journey in the world #captain scott #polar party #robert falcon scott #birdie bowers #edward adrian wilson #bill wilson #character #millennials #polar exploration #heroic age #adventure #sociology #neoliberalism

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seraphiism · 11 months

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❀ ﾟ. ༄ ┊ 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐧 ;

( you are a living thing in the family of living things ; the place you belong is here. )

characters : alhaitham • xiao • wanderer • childe • zhongli quote cr : madeleine jubilee saito a/n : for my enemy @micheya for the @favonius-library gift event !! i hope you enjoy this micheya i'll never be mean to you ever again <3

↬ alhaitham ࿐ ࿔

but a scribe does not quite understand the feeling of sanctuary, such sentiments out of sight, out of mind-- until it comes to you, that is. in the morning hours, he wakes at the usual time, today's schedule the first recollection as he ponders the most efficient way to go about his tasks. he opens his eyes, determined to set off in yet another hectic day, but there is something that throws him for a loop, catches him entirely off-guard :

you, who rests comfortably in his arms, the warmth of your body felt against his.

alhaitham blinks once, twice, tries to rid of the haze of exhaustion. he's fortunate you're still sleeping; you surely would have laughed at that flicker of surprise that you so rarely see from him.

ah, he remembers now, remembers how you fell asleep in the peaceful silence as he read his book, free hand idly tracing circles into your skin.

in this moment, he recognizes something like a belonging, so he smiles a gentle smile, presses a kiss to your temple.

at this rate, he may as well ignore his plans, sleep in just a little bit more. perhaps this decision will result in chaos in the long run, but you are very much worth it, after all.

you always are.

↬ xiao ࿐ ࿔

a yaksha knows of his role and what his life is destined for : a protector of liyue, conqueror of demons, a burial site for evils and grief alike. xiao is careful to keep his distance from you, the mortal life something he has never been meant to know of. but you are stubborn and relentless in your endeavors, and so you force your way into a reserved and seemingly cold heart, know that despite the corruption beneath it all, there is still a kindness and innocence that thrives in ways untold.

xiao does not think he understands loneliness. not at first, not until your constant and insistent presence.

it almost feels right, the binding of souls, the string that connects you. it almost feels as if he was meant to be at your side : your guardian, your sword and shield, your forevermore.

"i think," you begin, voice hardly above a whisper as you gaze upon liyuu from wangshu inn, "we are bound somehow, xiao." you cast a glance in his direction, a gentle affection surfacing in his eyes. "that wherever you go, i am meant to go, as well."

and a yaksha who knows only of desolation feels something beat so furiously in his chest, breath hitched and an unfamiliar exhilaration racing through his blood. he forces his gaze away, such words of affection almost too cruel. he laces his fingers with yours, and though you cannot see him when he speaks, you hear the smile in his voice.

"i belong to you." he tells you, squeezing your hand ever so gently. "wherever you go, i will follow."

↬ wanderer ࿐ ࿔

& a wanderer has lost himself in the burials of misery and memory, a bitter existence lost in a forever, reinvigorated and reincarnated into something of sorrows and a spark of redemption. something aches in the depths of a puppet, and he does not think it is the heart -- but he is not sure, in truth -- should he ever have one, would he recognize that pain? the sorrow?

would he recognize anything, he wonders?

( and he knows the answer, he does. because he knows of rage and wrath and ruin, knows what it is like to experience abandon and bitterness and everything horrid. but he cannot fathom the idea of feeling something kind, something akin to joy. peace. love. )

love-- it is not something he quite recognizes, but it is something he is beginning to understand, especially in the midst of your presence. he does not know why the feeling blooms in his chest, fills the hollows of once was, and as much as he tries to fight it, he knows that you have made your way into his newfound life, deems you as someone he cannot bear to lose.

the way his name leaves your lips is both a blessing and curse, he thinks -- the gentleness in your voice, the faint curiosity that lingers because of the flush of pink that adorns his features.

no, perhaps he does not entirely understand love yet-- but in the way your hands cup his face, a smile blooming on the curve of your lips, he knows that he will soon know its true meaning.

↬ childe ࿐ ࿔

ask childe where his home is and he will tell you high tales of his hometown : the bitter coldness, the fondness found in mischievous siblings, and memories of abyss and beyond. ask childe where his home is and he will tell you a thousand things, because truthfully, he feels that he cannot find it, not anymore. but with you, there is a feeling reminiscent of a home away from home.

"do you miss it? your home?"

childe hums, feigns deep thought. should home be defined as somewhere one deeply yearns for, a place where one thrives and feels a connection to, there are many places he deems as such. whether it is the place he grew up or the place where he learned of survivals and bloodlust and a lingering madness, he is unsure.

"often, i do." he admits, throws you a cheeky grin. but there is something in his voice that is genuine and superficial all at once -- you cannot place it, though, and somewhere in your heart, you wonder what he truly thinks and where he is truly thinking about.

he sees that hesitation, that semblance of grief that adorns your features. it's hard to catch, but he knows you all too well, and he knows it isn't because you mourn his longing. it's because you know him just as well, because you know what his answer means.

"don't worry." he tells you, a gentle smile resting on the curve of his lips as he holds your hand. he squeezes it, gentle, smile growing when you squeeze it back. "you're my home too, you know?"

↬ zhongli ࿐ ࿔

oh, how the ages have passed, the days gone by a blur. in the life of a higher being, there is much sorrow to be found and recognized. in the life of a higher being, zhongli understands feelings all too well : how they dwell so deeply in the heart of a dragon, settle in the depths of an old spirit, unable to seek their way out. how he carries a lifetime of memories with him, the remnants of those he has lost and loved a forever in his mind.

zhongli knows of haven, knows it to be many places all at once. his heart belongs everywhere he has ever existed, and in this present time, it knows you to be harbor.

the scent of tea fills a silent air, breaks his focus. you pour it, cautious, place it gently before him and take a seat by his side. many a time you have found him deep in thought, a lingering loneliness in the air ; in these moments, you dare not disrupt him, only seeking his company in silence. you rest your head on his shoulder, hand gently placed over his.

it is a very tranquil thing, this feeling of serenity. he smiles a blithe smile, knows that he will remember the comfort that is you for many lifetimes to come.

( there are many places he recognizes as refuge, zhongli thinks, the floral scent and your warmth enveloping his senses, and you are the most important one. )

#genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #favoniuslibrary #astronetwrk #alhaitham x reader #xiao x reader #childe x reader #wanderer x reader #zhongli x reader #.: writing #.: multi

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mostlysignssomeportents · 3 months

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Molly McGhee’s “Jonathan Abernathy You Are Kind”

Jonathan Abernathy You Are Kind is Molly McGhee's debut novel: a dreamlike tale of a public-private partnership that hires the terminally endebted to invade the dreams of white-collar professionals and harvest the anxieties that prevent them from being fully productive members of the American corporate workforce:

https://www.penguinrandomhouse.com/books/734829/jonathan-abernathy-you-are-kind-by-molly-mcghee/

Though this is McGhee's first novel, she's already well known in literary circles. Her career has included stints at McSweeney's, where she worked on my book Information Doesn't Want To Be Free:

https://store.mcsweeneys.net/products/information-doesn-t-want-to-be-free

And then at Tor Books, where she worked on my book Attack Surface:

https://us.macmillan.com/books/9781250757531/attacksurface

But though McGhee is a shrewd and skilled editor, I think of her first and foremost as a writer, thanks to stunning essays like "America's Dead Souls," a 2021 Paris Review piece that described the experience of multigenerational debt in America in incandescent, pitiless prose:

https://www.theparisreview.org/blog/2021/05/17/americas-dead-souls/

McGhee's piece struck at the heart of something profoundly wrong in American society – the dual nature of debt, which represents a source of freedom for the wealthy, and bondage for workers:

https://pluralistic.net/2021/05/19/zombie-debt/#damnation

When billionaire mass-murderers like the Sacklers amass tens of billions of liabilities stemming from their role in deliberately starting the opioid crisis, the courts step in to relieve them of their obligations, allowing them to keep their blood-money:

https://pluralistic.net/2023/08/11/justice-delayed/#justice-redeemed

And when Silicon Valley Bank collapses due to mismanagement by ultra-wealthy financiers, the public purse yawns open and billions flow out to ensure that the wealthiest investors in the country stay whole:

https://pluralistic.net/2023/03/18/2-billion-here-2-billion-there/#socialism-for-the-rich

When predatory payday lenders target working people and force them into bankruptcy with four-digit APRs, the government intervenes…to save the lenders and keep workers on the hook:

https://pluralistic.net/2022/01/29/planned-obsolescence/#academic-fraud

"Debtor vs creditor" is the oldest class division we have. The Bronze Age custom of jubilee – the periodic cancellation of all debts – wasn't some weird peccadillo. It was essential public policy, and without jubilee, the hereditary creditor class became the arbiter of all social priorities, destabilizing great nations and even empires by directing production to suit their parochial needs. Societies that didn't practice jubilee (or halted it) collapsed:

https://pluralistic.net/2022/07/08/jubilant/#construire-des-passerelles

Today's workers are debt burdened at scales and in ways that defy comprehension, the numbers are so brain-breakingly large. Students who take out modest loans and pay them off several times over remain indebted decades later, with outstanding balances that vastly outstrip the principle:

https://pluralistic.net/2020/12/04/kawaski-trawick/#strike-debt

Workers who quit dead-end jobs are billed for five-figure "training repayment" bills that haunt them to the end of days:

https://pluralistic.net/2022/08/04/its-a-trap/#a-little-on-the-nose

Hospitals sue indigent patients at scale, siccing debt-collectors on people who can't pay – and were entitled to free care to begin with:

https://armandalegshow.com/episode/when-hospitals-sue-patients-part-2/

And debt collectors are drawn from the same social ranks as the debtors, barely trained and unsupervised, engaging in lawless, constant harassment of the debtor class:

https://pluralistic.net/2023/08/12/do-not-pay/#fair-debt-collection-practices-act

McGhee's "American Dead Souls" crystallized all of this vast injustice into a single, beautiful essay – and then McGhee crystallized things further by posting a public resignation letter enumerating the poor pay and working conditions in New York publishing, triggering mass, industry-wide resignations by similarly situated junior editorial staff:

https://electricliterature.com/molly-mcghee-jonathan-abernathy-you-are-kind-interview-debut-novel-book-debt/

Thus we arrive at McGhee's debut: a novel written by someone with a track record for gorgeous, brutally insightful prose; incisive analysis of the class war raging in the embers of capitalism's American Dream; and consequential labor organizing against the precarity and exploitation of young workers. As you might expect, it's fantastic.

Jonathan Abernathy is a 25 year old, debt haunted, desperately lonely man. An orphan with a mountain of college debt, Abernathy lives in a terrible basement apartment whose rent is just beyond his means. The only thing that propels him out of bed and into the world are his affirmations:

Jonathan Abernathy you are kind

You are well respected and valued by your community

People, including your family, love you

That these are all easily discerned lies is beside the point. Whatever gets you through the night.

We meet Jonathan as he is applying for a job that he was recruited for in a dream. As instructed in his dream, he presents himself at a shabby strip-mall office where an acerbic functionary behind scratched plexiglass takes his application and informs him that he is up for a gig run jointly by the US State Department and a consortium of large corporate employers. If he is accepted, all of his student debt repayments will be paused and he will no longer face wage garnishment. What's more, he'll be doing the job in his sleep, which means he'll be able to get a day job and pull a double income – what's not to like?

Jonathan's job is to enter the dreams of sleeping middle-management types in America's largest firms – but not just any dreams, their nightmares. Once he has entered their nightmare, Jonathan is charged with identifying the source of their anxiety and summoning a more senior operative who will suck up and whisk away that nagging spectre, thus rendering the worker a more productive component of their corporate structure.

But of course, there's more to it. As Jonathan works through his sleeping hours, he is deprived of his own dreams. Then there's the question of where those captive anxieties are ending up, and how they're being processed, and what new products can be made from refined nightmares. While Jonathan himself is pulling ever so slightly out of his economic quagmire, the people around him are still struggling.

McGhee braids together three strands: the palpable misery of being Jonathan (a proxy for all of us), the rising terror of the true nature of his employment, and beautifully turned absurdist touches that are laugh-aloud funny. This could be a mere novel of ennui and misery but it's not – it's a novel of hilarity and fear and misery, all mixed together in a glorious and terrible concoction that is not like anything else you've ever read.

If you'd like an essay-formatted version of this post to read or share, here's a link to it on pluralistic.net, my surveillance-free, ad-free, tracker-free blog:

https://pluralistic.net/2024/01/08/capitalist-surrealism/#productivity-hacks

#pluralistic #books #reviews #science fiction #molly mcghee #debt #graeber #capitalist realism #capitalist surrealism #dreams #gift guide

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gabbykinneysupremacy · 29 days

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So… I’ve watched the original X-Men tas probably five or six times, and I was so excited for the new episodes today!!

So I broke down all the Easter eggs I saw in the first episode! I hope to do this with every episode and I’m going to start the second one tonight. This probably isn’t all of them, so comment if I missed something.

If you want a really good analysis of this episode, you should watch the YouTube channel New Rockstars. They do amazing breakdowns of everything nerdy and have the coolest merch!!

Obviously, spoilers for episode one of X-Men ‘97’

Logo update on title card

1:16: The panning of the city shows signs that advertise Ashida, Stark industries, VistaCorp and Da Costa. Noriko Ashida is mutant Surge, who was introduced in New Mutants in January of 2008. Stark industries is obviously Tony Stark. The original show featured a story with both Wolverine and Captain America, so we know the avengers exist in some form. And Da Costa: Roberto Da Costa AKA sunspot appears in the opening of the show, captured by the FOH. Sunspot made his appearance as a member of the original New Mutants.

1:20 Anti mutant graffiti and X logo spray painted over “Report Mutants” flyer on pole.

2:00 FOH has same arm bands and military style berets. They also appear to have sentinal technology as wearable weapons.

2:47 There’s a missing poster for a woman who appears to be Marrow, another frequent X-Men character and Morlock.

4:55 Daily Bugle, the news paper known to Spider-Man fans, flashes by. Again, spider man was in an episode of the original X-men animated series, confirming the universes are one. This paper advertises “Benetton’s Mutant Fashion Show”, the cover notably features four mutants, two of which are resubmit recognized and Banshee and Dust.

5:03 Gambit is rocking a crop top that says “Rock.” From the design, it looks like he cropped the shirt himself. He’s also sporting a necklace with a blue/ white gem. Here, he’s making Begets, a traditional Cajun treat, reflecting on Gambit’s own roots in the French quarter of New Orleans.

5:18 Rogue is back in her pink dress, the same dress she wore in the pilot of the original animated series.

6:54 Beasts’s book collection features Animal Farm by George Orwell, the book he read in prison in the original series.

7:37 Both Beast and Jubilee mention that Bishop is a time traveler, but neither mention why he’s staying in their time with the X-Men.

8:52 The Danger Room simulation features the rubble of the UN, Magneto flying above it. This foreshadows later in the second episode where he does use his powers at the UN.

9:20 Jubilee lists off powers to Sunspot, asking which are his. She mentions shooting gold balls from his body, saying that would be weird. This references Goldballs, a very real and very weird X-Men.

9:57 Scott stares at a picture of the original X-Men with Xavier. In the comics, the original five are Cyclops, Marvel Girl, Angel, Ice Man and Beast. In the show, we’ve seen all five but never all together. And Angel never acknowledges being in the original X-men.

10:00 Scott and Jean talk to Dr. Cooper; aka Valerie Cooper. In comics, she’s an assistant to the president on the context of superhumans.

10:54 The team play basketball outside, just like Wolverine, Gambit and Jubilee did in the original show.

11:08 Charles’ death certificate reveals that the date of his death is 11/11/1996, and that his middle name is Francis.

12:13 Jean confirms for the first time that her and Cyclops’ baby is a boy, most likely Nathan Summers.

18:42 Jean sees a child’s hand drawing a picture when she uses cerebro. Is this a flash to the future of her son?

19:04 The baby jean holds is wrapped in a yellow X-Men blanket.

19:35 The rocks behind Jean turn into gravestones.

23:28 The sentinels call out an omega level threat. This refers to Storm’s Omega level status, one of the first times we’ve talked about power rankings in tas.

23:42 Where Storms’s lightening hits the sand, it turns into glass. This is a natural phenomenon and the glass structures are called fulgurites.

24:50 The soldiers and helicopters that come to take Trask are labeled as UN forces. They’re accompanied by Valerie Cooper, her second appearance this episode.

28:12 When Magneto moves the book, only the metal corners light up as being manipulated by his powers, just a fun detail.

And of course, updated title cards in the end credits

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mogai-sunflowers · 1 year

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MOGAI BHM- Belated Day 17!

happy BHM! today i’m going to be talking about Black influences on various genres of music! obviously i won’t be able to cover every music genre in this post so im just going to do the ones i know most about!

Spirituals-

[Image ID: A black-and-white drawing of a gathering of Black people in a small, crowded room. At the front of the room, a man dressed in a tuxedo is gesturing grandly at a podium with two other men standing beside him. The rest of the people in the room are all dressed formally and in various positions- some sitting, some bowing, some kneeling, and some standing with their arms raised in the air. End ID.]

Cultures from across the continent of Africa placed huge emphasis on music. Music in many African cultures was very rhythmic, enthusiastic, and depended on participation from entire gatherings of people, not just one person. When people began to be kidnapped for the slave trade, that connection to their specific culture was often lost- but spirituals became a way of reviving that.

Derived from the term ‘spiritual song’ from the Bible, a spiritual is a religious folksong that expressed deep religious themes, and usually themes of resisting oppression in the context of slavery. In the decades leading up to the abolition of slavery in America, spirituals became a very popular musical form amongst slaves at plantations. While their white masters and white populations in general hated the music form because it represented Black freedom and resistance, and therefore gatherings to sing this kind of music were banned, many slaves found ways to still sing spirituals. Spirituals involved call-and-response singing, clapping, and stopping amongst an audience.

Starting in the 1700s, slaves began to gather informally in what were known as “praise houses”. They also held outdoor meetings called ‘brush arbor meetings’. In these gatherings, they would dance, sing, and play music together, as well as pray. At these meetings, they sang ‘corn ditties’, which developed into spirituals. Spirituals developed as a way of maintaining African musical culture in America, uniting against oppression, building hope for a better future, singing praise in a uniquely Black Christian way- and of actually building roads to freedom.

Spirituals were not just used as a way show praise- they were often codes in relation to methods of escaping slavery like the Underground Railroad. Harriet Tubman herself used spirituals like “Go down, Moses” and probably “I got my ticket” to identify herself to slaves seeking escape. Spirituals and their lyrics were often codes of escape for slaves- in this way, spirituals were not just an outlet of rage and pain over oppression, they were a way to actually physically escape it. Other spirituals like “Wade in the Water”, “Swing Low Sweet Chariot”, and “The Gospel Train” spoke about and directly referred to escape methods of the Underground Railroad.

In the 1860s and 1870s, two groups formed- first the Fisk Jubilee Singers (from Fisk University, an HBCU), and then the Hampton Singers, both of whom gained international following for their singing and performing of spirituals. Since then, spirituals have grown as a genre, and have played a part in the development of another major music genre- gospel.

Gospel-

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Although early gospel music centered mainly around white churches, it has an undeniably rich place in Black musical and religious history. In the late 1800s and early 1900s, it began to be sung and used more in Black churches. Gospel music as a form, developed from hymns, sacred songs, and other religious musical genres, including spirituals, and was a form of religious music that had one key distinguishing component- church choirs.

Church choirs had long been staples across churches, but especially Black Churches. In Black Churches, choirs were opportunities for people to express their pain through movement and song, as was typical for Black church services at the time. Church choirs were a perfect avenue for the spread and popularization of gospel music within Black Churches.

In the 1930s, a man named Thomas A. Dorsey became known as “the Father of Gospel Music” when he founded a publishing house for Black gospel musicians. He helped push Black gospel music into the American mainstream, and since then, gospel has become a wildly popular musical genre, especially within Black communities.

Hip Hop and Rap-

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Hip Hop music and rap music developed simultaneously during the 1970s in the Bronx, part of New York City. Black, Latino, and Caribbean communities would hold events known as ‘block parties’, where people gathered as a DJ played music like soul and funk. These events were collaborations between Black and Latino people living in New York City.

At these block parties, some people began to experiment with different types of rhythms and beats. It was common for DJs and performers to play around with various techniques like beatboxing, beat breaks, percussive sounds, scratching, and turntable techniques. This experimentation led to the developing sounds of hip hop and rap. The two genres, characterized by strong rhythmic beats and rapping tracks, began to take hold. A decade later, hip hop was a thriving musical genre.

The first hip hop record released was “Rapper’s Delight” by the Sugarhill Gang in 1979. Since then, hip hop and rap have become some of the dominant musical genres in America. They have produced many, many sub-genres, like trap, nu metal, and grime. These genres have expanded to include different lyrical styles, drum kits, and lyrical contents- all owing to the collaboration between Black and Latino musical artists in the 1970s.

Hip hop and rap have had a huge impact on American, especially Black American, culture. They have helped popularize different combinations of jazz, soul, and hip hop, breakdancing, beatboxing, and other musical styles and techniques. Many hip hop and rap artists have deepened the meaning of the genre by using their lyrics as an expression of yearning for societal liberation, and challenging the systems that be with raw, honest lyrics has become a staple of many areas of rap and hip hop.

Black Influence on Rock’N’Roll-

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Although the development and popularization of rock’n’roll is usually attributed to Elvis Presley, that is simply not historically accurate. Rock’n’roll began to develop in the late 1940s and throughout the 1950s- and it developed out of southern Black musical genres, namely blues music, which proliferated during the Harlem Renaissance and spread from the South. Blues evolved into the famous R&B (rhythm and blues) genre, which evolved into rock’n’roll. A lot of rock’n’roll’s sound also owes itself to the rhythmic patterns of much West African music.

In the 1940s and 50s, blues artists began experimenting and developing the blues sound into what we now know as rock’n’roll. Taking inspiration from other musical genres like country (which has also been heavily influenced by Black people). Sister Rosetta Tharpe was a Black woman who started out as a blues singer. She was a self-taught guitarist, and through her work on developing the sounds of the guitar she played, she pretty much singlehandedly set the tone for the guitar sounds that defined rock’n’roll- her style and influence directly inspired and impacted Elvis Presley.

When rock’n’roll first developed, the genre was pretty much exclusively occupied by Black artists from the likes of Ike Turner and Bo Diddley to Little Richard and Chuck Berry. Black women have also had a huge impact on the genre of rock’n’roll. From Sister Rosetta Tharpe herself, to the all-Black girl group “The Shirelles”, Merry Clayton, and Tina Turner herself. Rock’n’roll has from its birth been built and defined by Black artists, and Black rock’n’roll has heavily influenced music by some of the most famous rock’n’roll groups of all time, like the Beatles and the Rolling Stones.

Odetta, Jimi Hendrix, Prince, all Black rock’n’roll artists who have left an invaluable footprint on music and history. Other incredible Black artists who shaped the genre include Odetta, a Black woman who experimented mixing blues, jazz, and folk music and sang with Martin Luther King Jr. at the famous 1963 March on Washington, Martha and the Vandellas, whose music was a call for solidarity, and the Supremes, arguably one of the most iconic, influential all-female musical groups not just of rock’n’roll, but of all time.

Black Influence on Country Music-

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Country music is one of the most popular, well-known musical genres of all time- and it developed in the 1920s as a blend from several other genres- the two main ones being blues and folk songs, both of which originated as Black musical genres. Spirituals were the first folk songs of America, and they defined the roots of the folk musical genre. Blues music developed on Deep South plantations and was a popular musical genre amongst enslaved populations in the South.

Jimmie Rodgers is a white man who is often hailed as the “Father of Country Music”- but he learned everything he knew from Black workers with whom he worked at a railroad track. They taught him how to play guitar and banjo, influenced the musical style of yodeling which he popularized, and taught him falsetto notes and styles. Hank Williams, another white figure hailed as a key builder and trailblazer in country music, also learned his musical style from another Black musician named Rufus “Tee Tot” Payne.

DeFord Bailey was a Black man who popularized the usage of the harmonica in blues and country music. He was the first country artist to be recorded in Nashville, and one of the most popular regular performers at the Grande Ole Opry, part of a popular Nashville radio station.

Two of the most defining instruments of the country genre are the banjo and the “Euphonica” (large acoustic guitar). Both of these instruments were invented by Black people. The banjo was invented by enslaved Black people in the South, inspired by some West African musical traditions, and the “Euphonica” as it was called, was developed by a Black man named Robert Flemming, Jr. Early Black artists like Charley Pride were Black staples of the genre.

Today, country music is filled with Black artists making a difference- from Kane Brown and Jimmie Allen, to Darius Rucker and Mickey Guyton, to BRELAND and Tiera Kennedy- country as a musical genre has always had strong roots in Black music, Black resistance, and Black pride.

Black Influence on Alternative/Grunge Music-

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Alternative and grunge music developed as a blend of various rock genres, like punk. The distinct sound of grunge music has been called “The Seattle Sound”, as it developed in the Seattle music scene. Known as the “godmother of grunge”, Tina Bell was a Black woman who, with her husband, started Bam Bam, the band that pioneered the genre of grunge, in 1983. Tina and her band were the first to record at the studio that would eventually sign and record such famous grunge bands as Nirvana and Pearl Jam.

Since Tina’s success with Bam Bam and the boom of the Seattle music scene, Black bands have helped define the alternative music genre- from groups like Meet Me At The Altar and Pulses, to One Life To Lead and Big Joannie, Black alternative and Black grunge music has remained an integral part of the genre.

Summary-

Spirituals are a rhythmic form of call-and-response singing which developed during slavery in America and are the earliest of American folk songs

Gospel music developed from spirituals, hymn songs, and other religious songs, and became a staple of both Black religious and Black secular music

Hip Hop and rap both developed together at block parties in the 1970s as a collaboration between Black and Latino DJs and other artists in the Bronx

Rock’n’roll developed out of blues music, a Black musical genre, and its sound was developed and pioneered by Black artists like Little Richard and Sister Rosetta Tharpe, who directly inspired the biggest rock’n’roll names of all time

The banjo and the larger acoustic guitar, staples of country (which developed out of Black musical genres like folk songs, or early spirituals, and blues), were both developed by Black people

Alternative music was pioneered by a Black woman named Tina Bell and her band, Bam Bam

tagging @metalheadsforblacklivesmatter @intersexfairy @cistematicchaos

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TBOSAS on Crack short take (31)

Lucky: Welcome back, everyone! I’m your host, Lucky Flickerman! And for today’s show, I’ve invited our Mentors to say hello!

Mentors: Hello, everyone.😔

Lucky: Anything else you might like to add?

Festus: Will there be marmalade at the After Party?

Sejanus: Can I sit next to Coryo? He’s my boyfriend and fiancé.🥺

Coryo: Is this going to take long? I still have an essay to finish.

Domitia: Where’s Jubilee?

Lysistrata: Can I promote my products here?

Urban: What’s my name, Lucky?🙂🔪

Palmyra: Do you have health insurance?

Androcles: Is your wristwatch a limited edition?

Gaius: Wanna hear a funny story?

Livia: How’s the weather, weather boy?

Lucky: Wai- wait a minute! I’m the one who’ll be asking the questions! Not you!

Felix: To be fair, you asked first.

Lucky: *sighs* Kids these days.

Casca: *sitting with the audience* I knew we needed that rehearsal! I knew it! My dumb kids-

Prof.Sickle: Are doing this to gain more sponsors for the school. More sponsors, more money, Casca.🙄

Lucky: Going back! The first question is for our dear Felix Ravinstill!

Felix: Fine. Fire away, Lucky.

Lucky: Felix, is it possible to ask the President of Panem to extend our summer holidays-

Felix: Next question please.

Lucky: Right! So Mr. Snow, when will your wedding with Mr. Plinth take place? And am I invited?

Coryo: After graduation. Next quest-

Lucky: Can Jubilee-

Coryo: No! Your stupid bird’s not invited.

Sejanus: Sorry, Lucky. No weird talking birds allowed.

Lucky: But am I invited?

Livia: Next question, weather boy!

Lucky: So how’s the mentorship going?

Urban: Pretty great. My Tribute, Teslee is a smart cookie.

Io: Mine asked me to marry him.

Sejanus: Not good, not bad, but terrible! Marcus keeps ignoring me!!😭

Coryo: Lucy Gray can sing ✨Snow on The Beach✨. She’s now my new best friend.

Festus: Coral called me stupid. She ain’t wrong though.

Felix: The Tributes all hate me for being a Ravinstill!😭

Lucky: Well, that’s good to hear! So what inspires you? What is your personal “life motto” that keeps you going?😀

Festus: Easy! “Food is food!”

Palmyra: “If it’s edible, it’s credible.”😈

Felix: “Be the President, not a resident.”

Androcles: “I’m a klepto, not a psycho.”

Persephone: “One bite, one life.”

Apollo: “Be a good boy, not a kill joy.”

Diana: “Like Cupid, not stupid.”

Iphigenia: “Don’t be needy, just be baby.”

Arachne: “I’m the star, not subpar.”

Dennis: “It’s not a crime if you got a dime.”

Domitia: “Dogs are clever but cows are better.”

Urban: “Math is meth.”

Io: “Books! Not looks!”

Florus: “Stay indoors, don’t do chores.”

Gaius: “Smile until you die?”

Livia: “Hate the masses, pay my taxes.”

Juno: “You’re a bean, I’m a Queen!”

Pup: “You reap, I sleep.”

Clemensia: “Don’t be an idiot.”

Vipsania: “Grab them by the throat!”

Hilarius: “I’m not a joke, I’m not even broke.”

Lysistrata: “Don’t be a shill, just sell your pill.”

Sejanus: “Throw bread to the dead.”

Coryo: “Snow lands on top.”

Sejanus: Not in bed though-

Coryo: Shut it, Plinth!

Sejanus: I’m just telling the truth.

Coryo: One more word from you and I’ll cancel our engagement!

Sejanus: Oh, Coryo, my Snow Angel, don’t be shy to admit that you love it when I fu-

Livia: Ughhh! Shut up! We don’t wanna hear it!

Lysistrata: I wanna hear it!

Lucky: Yeah! Me too!

All of Panem: Honestly, same.

Casca: Nope! Not today! Show’s over! Everyone, get in the bus!

Lucky: But we’re still LIVE on TV?!

Festus: Yeah! Everyone’s still watching!

Casca: Do you think I care, Creed?! You already ruined my school’s reputation!!

Festus: Sir-

Casca: *screeches like a dinosaur*

Lucky:. . .

Mentors:. . .

All of Panem:. . .

Festus: So is the marmalade still available?

Casca: Get in the bus.

Felix: But the marmalade-

Casca: Get in the f*ckin’ bus, Creed.😡🔪

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The thing with this book is we know who is behind it. It's not just another book that wants to empower certain royals. These three want to harm certain royals and the institution as well. That's what they did with their docu series. They tried to label the whole country and the commonwealth as racist, for audience to believe that yes they were victims of racism and this is the only reason people and the institution don't like them.No word of how bad they actually were in the job. This is something their fans, who some of them are clearly at their payroll, keep doing today. They search to find the slightest thing they can attribute to the family and tell us how bad they are and that the monarchy should be abolished. They do it every time 10 people hold a poster of not my king or when there is an article at a republic newspaper. It's not one thing it's many little things they do every day. Someone even said the Queen Mother was racist and nazi sympathizer.

And since we talk about Scooby doo he even did it with George when he got the tooth from Malta. Or misogynist post of Kate and Louis at the jubilee. He has been named many times misogynist by fans and he blocks them. This time he is named by The Telegraph and Times and others. This is bad for his job and is also bad for his patrons because everyone knows they are behind. And when he attacks Kate it is reported like they attacked her. The jealousy and hatred they have for Waleses can't be hidden anymore, which is against the narrative we are the good guys and left everything back.

Estoy cansada.

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Lets take a look:

X-MEN Written by Jed MacKay Art by Ryan Stegman Release Date: July 10 KRAKOA IS NO MORE…BUT THE X-MEN FIGHT ON! From their new base in Alaska, the X-Men raise a flag of defiance! Join CYCLOPS, BEAST, MAGNETO, PSYLOCKE, KID OMEGA, TEMPER (formerly OYA), MAGIK and JUGGERNAUT as they assemble against new forces, battling for the destiny and philosophy of the mutant species. Mutant business is their business.

I like Mckay, decent team, might be good.

UNCANNY X-MEN Written by Gail Simone Art by David Marquez Release Date: August 7 OUTLAW HEROES ONCE AGAIN, THE X-MEN EMBARK ON A NEW MISSION! Making themselves at home in the Big Easy, the X-Men protect a world that hates and fears them! Join ROGUE, GAMBIT, NIGHTCRAWLER, JUBILEE and WOLVERINE on explosive super hero adventures. Uncanny as ever, the X-Men are back to saving the day mutant-style!

New Orleans adventures with the Darkholmes (Rogue, Gambit, Nightcrawler), with Logan and Jubilee along for the ride. Will be Fun.

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EXCEPTIONAL X-MEN Written by Eve L. Ewing Art by Carmen Carnero Release Date: September 4 MUTANTKIND’S TWO GREATEST TEACHERS MOLD THE NEXT GENERATION OF X-MEN! KATE PRYDE has returned home to Chicago following the war with ORCHIS. Having stepped away from the world of mutantdom, she is nevertheless called back into action as she crosses paths with a trio of new young mutants, BRONZE, AXO and MELEE, who clearly need training and guidance. Unfortunately for Kate, EMMA FROST thinks so as well!

Looks Fun, but I do not like Kitty is going by "Kate" again.

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Will probably trade-wait Adjective-less and Uncanny, and might get Exceptional.

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Storm and Phoenix are probably going to be great.

I am concerned what they are going to do with "NYX". Probably just the New York X-book, probably where Marvel is going to shove Laura.

#jean grey #ororo munroe #laura kinney #uncanny x-men #adjective-less x-men #exceptional x-men #wednesday spoilers #marvel #xmen

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Random but I’ve taken up a summer job at a jewellers store and anyway, we had a custom order come in for an 50th anniversary gift ring from a retired snake catcher/reptile keeper and his wife in a similar field (gotta love ‘straya lol) and it was a beautiful white gold ring with two snakes forming a ‘braided’ pattern with their names on each. Super wholesome.

Alas, all my Terry loving ass could think of was him getting it made for beloved. Totally not to reminder her how long he’s kept her and that there will be countless more anniversaries whether she likes it or not.

Australia sounds awesome.💖

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Incidentally, I think Terry would be huge on commemorations, anniversaries, important dates and crowning said important dates with copious, luxurious, often times extravagant gifts that serve as unflinching reminders of his relationship's longevity and as an elaborate 'You're here forever' directed at beloved. Because, yeah, well said --- once he is committed and devoted, there will be many, many, many other anniversaries and jubilees whether beloved likes that or not. Terry Silver would rather render himself a widower than ever cut a connection of genuine affection short and not make it last for the rest of his and beloved's natural lives, and even well beyond that (Shared graves anyone?) So, sure, entwined snake rings. Ouroboros pendants especially commissioned to signify infinity, and by extension, the endless quality of his love, his initials on a chain which then expands into his name on a chain purely in the off chance anyone accidentally misplaces that T.S. isn't him (how dare they?), his picture in a heirloom locket trapped in an ember and quite literally immortalized, a blue lover's eye bearing his gaze, matching signets, matching broches, a locked bracelet only he has the key to, a bejewelled, hyperrealist, anatomic rendition of a human heart beloved can keep on their bedside table (as per his desires). When he feels particularly blatant and tired of the subtle nuances of symbolism directed at the world, a decorative silver collar will do. He's in everything. In every gift. In every action. Every present says 'You're mine'.

Terry makes up anniversaries if he finds he lacks occasions.

He has the money, he makes the rules.

He doesn't intend to wait for a silver, gold or platinum jubilee to go all out.

Not when he can go all out today.

Naturally, a ten year anniversary sounds wholesome and normal by any means. A 'when we first met' anniversary is pretty charming too. Why not? A when we first kissed? Fairly commonplace, sure, if one has a major attention to details. Then, how about a when we first fucked? The list of commemorative events Terry undoubtedly keeps neatly listed and stashed somewhere hidden, in some tidy, micromanaged log book with another lock entirely of it's own, can take on any form of adoring and any form of downright unsettling and creepy your mind can imagine to the point he'd mark the date of the first ever time beloved slept over and woke up to getting their period all over his crisp, expensive sheets, leaving stains behind. The first time they tried to conceive. The first time Terry tied beloved up. Made them submit to him. Give themselves whole. A Day of Capitulation, September 24th. To anyone who could ever even get their hands on such a journal and actually read from it, they'd think that Mr. Silver is simply making a comprehensive list of some very peculiar holidays they haven't really heard of before, alongside a few private notes on anniversary dates and meaningful days...which is ordinarily...ordinary and even very sweet. Until you realize everything is a code for something else and that Terry makes up events purely to have an excuse to trap beloved in a perpetual slew of celebrations upholding their love, which in turn comes with a perpetual slew of presents, gifts, romantic gestures and an infinite barrage of reminders that they're with him forever.

So, Carpe Diem! Evil Cupid cackles in contentment!

Terry Silver could have a new anniversary for every day of the year.

#i love your personalized stories guys #do send more #if you like #terry silver #kk3 #cobra kai #terry silver x reader #terry silver x beloved #yandere #terry silver yandere #anniversary

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