So, we’re a little more than two weeks away to filming Stytch, and my life is a constant state of chaos. More so than usual. And being close to filming means we’re beginning to plan the crowdfunding campaign.
So, what backer rewards would YOU want to see for Stytch, and at what price points?
For example, we’ll likely do t-shirts, but t-shirts be ~$50 because by the time we print and ship them, the base cost will be around $25, and the goal is to make money so I can pay my overwhelming PoC/LGBTQIA cast and crew a fair wage.
Meet & Greets? Shoutouts on social media? Signed scripts? What other merch would you want?
In the olden days, if footage was not used in a film, it was either destroyed or erased so they could reuse the reel, because it was cheaper than storing unused film.
Google the BBC’s lost archives to find out more.
I’ve seen a few compilations online that were made for holiday parties or wrap parties. That may be why we still have these today.
All these fucking books! What could anyone possibly do with them all?!?!?!?! Do you eat books to absorb their powers instead of read them?
A better guess would be that you got into a moral panic over the name of a certain Renaissance statue and maybe after reading three pages of Edith Hamilton or the first paragraph of a Wikipedia article. And then used that to castigate and demean not only the people who actually take their limited time to create gorgeous art but also to denigrate modern day worshippers of Persephone and Hades?
Maybe next time, you stringy piece of over-boiled okra, you might want to take your own advice and pick up a book, instead of reducing the feared and respected Queen of the Underworld who held power equal to or in many interpretations GREATER than her husband into a meaningless pastiche of female disenfranchisement that you seemingly plucked from your own ass.
JESUS CHRIST THANK YOU
I don’t often reblog posts of people getting owned, but when I do…
man the ancient greeks didn’t dare to speak persephone’s name she was that powerful and venerated (they called her Kore, “the maiden”), hades didn’t get that honour
Rebagel for those book links, I find the Persephone and Hades stuff on here fascinating and I want to research it more
Book links, owning and the sheer badassery that is Persephone.
reblog forever
Reblogging for the links until this misapprehension finally ceases.
@thoughtsontomes you realize that every time I see Haides and Persephone I will be completely unable to not tag you, right? ;D
Holy shit as someone who is dedicated to these two in particular this post is a goldmine, especially because it’s nearly impossible to find information about Persephone!!
me, every single month without fail: huh weird I feel kind of bloated and lethargic but also very hungry??? and I’m breaking out??? and my back hurts??? this is so strange I have never experienced this before in my whole entire life… what could this be
me a few days later, every single month without fail: oh
me, every single month: [getting unreasonably pissed off about something incredibly trivial that won’t matter in six months; crying my eyes out over a minor inconvenience; contemplating burning all my bridges when one person hurts my feelings]
"No artist is pleased. [There is] no satisfaction whatever at any time. There is only a queer divine dissatisfaction, a blessed unrest that keeps us marching and makes us more alive than the others."
To those of you who participated in NaNoWriMo, congratulations! Give yourselves a pat on the back and take a well-deserved rest.
Now, to the rest of you lurkers out there, waiting for some great idea to hit you upside the head before you start writing, you’ll be waiting a long time. You got it all backwards. You don’t wait for a great idea to start writing. You start writing so you can find the great idea.
what do we do tho? like, honestly? what happens if he’s elected? what do we honest to god do?
Coming from the UK after our own catastrophe: you make his life hell. You make his government’s life hell. Anything and everything shitty that they want to do, you protest, you campaign, you petition, you lobby. You tie the whole thing up in so much red tape that Mr I’ve-Never-Had-Anyone-Say-No-To-Me starts loathing his job.
You create private safe zones, you look out for one another, you let your now validated racist, homophobic, transphobic neighbours know that their bigotry will not be tolerated through any means you feel it’s safe to do so. You join forces. Despite everything, you thrive out of spite, out of survival, out of a need to protect your own.
All of these communities have faced untold amounts of hell before and we’re all still here. It’s in our history to survive – in our genetic makeup. There will be losses and there will be casualties but in four years you’ll still be here and you’ll vote him out and the time to grieve will be then. For now, fight. In any way you can, even if all you can do is get through each day at a time. Fight him every step of the way.
we fight back.
The sun has set on previous generations. Our time is now.
A demon that writes messages on your mirror with blood but they’re useful messages. Like “remember you have yoga at 6 tonight”
“You need to leave him, Karen”.
I am so here for this
I just spit water all over my desk… this is amazing
Brenda turned, following her friend’s trembling finger.
“Oh, that’s just Rh’lygh.”
“Its…what?”
“Yeah, he’s been a total lifesaver this semester.”
The dark figure drew closer in a shroud of mist and extended a claw like hand that slowly wrapped around Brenda’s shoulder. She glanced at her forearm, upon which strange welts arose that arranged themselves into barely intelligible runes:
Remember you need to study for that biology exam.
“Thanks, I will Rh’lygh, but I’m meeting Brian first.”
