ever wanted to know what your epithet would be if you were a character in greek mythology? now you can! you could be the next wine-dark sea, or maybe you’ll be unlucky and end up as the phallic gecko, because everything is possible in greek mythology
Not to be Emo, but we all know that the killjoy universe takes places in 2019, and we all talk about how we wanna do somethin’ for that year that involves the Danger Days era. Perhaps, that means making next year all about fucking fighting? Not to be cheesy, but the entirety of Danger Days is living life in color, after years of being angry, it’s about letting go, it’s about survival. Like, okay, the whole premise and motto of the killjoys that lived in the zones, was to fuck shit up, despite things being shitty. If you REALLY wanna celebrate that whole concept next year, then just make the entirety of 2019 about fighting back. Wear bright colors, stay shiney, bite back when your demons try to take you alive, and always, always, always, keep running.
What she says: I’m fine
What she means: What time period does A Series of Unfortunate Events actually take place? There is mention of horse-drawn carriages, but also of motor cycles and automobiles, but the way the three Baudelaires dress is indicative of the nineteen hundred-something’s. Characters are dressed in both early twentieth century clothing as well as up to date clothing. There is mention of computers, fax, and phones but some things seem rather dated. What time in history is it??
I remember reading an interview with Lemony Snicket when I was a kid, where they basically asked him that exact question.
His answer was “the year of the Rat”.
when i watched the film i was extra confused because i thought they were Victorian but count olaf was drinking a slurpee so i just lost all sense of direction
I think that’s the point
Lemony Snicket’s entire career was based on fucking with everyone
It means something to me, to be that fucking dyke out on the streets, that ugly butch who walks, sits, talks like a man and has the audacity not to be one. They call me a raging lesbian, but I don’t think they understand what the “raging” part truly means. It takes rage to put on my tie every morning and walk the streets, go to class, buy my groceries, survive the doctors’ appointments and the giggling government workers. It takes rage to look at myself in the mirror and refuse to see myself as anything but loveable and worthy of respect. Sometimes it takes that rage just to see a human being in my reflection. I hope by existing, by walking down the streets strapped in my leather jacket and my binder and by refusing to lower my gaze in front of sneering strangers, I can share my rage with the lesbians out there who might need it. We are who we need to be, and if my rage can help you be proud of that, share it with me. The fire will not consume us. We take it and make it our own.
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