it seems like sometimes people are really reluctant to have bi headcanons for characters who are gnc and/or in wlw or mlm relationships… it often seems to be implied if not outright started that these things are outside bi experiences. + too often characters who are confirmed bi (or even real people!) are called gay men/lesbians. please be careful in how you talk about or don’t talk about bi people, recognize them as capable of having complex feelings about their genders, unconventional presentation, etc
there's two things in life that i think about WAY too often that fuck me up and they're tuberculosis and radiation
tuberculosis: hey there was just this disease for a huge part of human history that killed literally 1 in 7 people like that was just a fact of life that it existed and then one day we found ways to deal with it and after that just being a terrifying constant facet of life suddenly it's just Not
radiation: hey there's this thing that literally Unravels Your DNA and things exposed to it need to be locked away in concrete tombs for eternity because it lingers for measures of time beyond our real ability to perceive
"Narrative distance"? Do tell!
Explain it in text? Without emphatic arm gestures or wine? Oh god. Okay. I’ll try.
All right, so narrative distance is all about the proximity between you the reader and the POV character in a story you’re reading. You might sometimes also hear it called “psychic distance.” It puts you right up close to that character or pulls you away, and the narrative distance an author chooses greatly affects how their story turns out, because it can drastically change the focus.
Here’s an illustration of narrative distance from far to close, from John Gardner’s The Art of Fiction (a book I yelled at a lot, because Gardner is a pretentious bastard, but he does say very smart things about craft):
- It was winter of the year 1853. A large man stepped out of a doorway.
- Henry J. Warburton had never much cared for snowstorms.
- Henry hated snowstorms.
- God how he hated these damn snowstorms.
- Snow. Under your collar, down inside your shoes, freezing and plugging up your miserable soul
It feels a bit like zooming in with a camera, doesn’t it?
I always hate making decisions about narrative distance, because I usually get it wrong on the first try and have to fix it in revision. When I was writing Lost Causes, the first thing I had to do in revision was go through and zoom in a little on the narrative distance, because it felt like it was sitting right on top of Bruce’s prickly skin and it needed to be underneath where the little biting comments and intrusive thoughts lived.
Narrative distance is probably the simplest form of distance in POV, and there is where if I had two glasses of wine in me you would hit a vein of pure yelling. There are SO MANY forms of distance in POV. There’s the distance between the intended reader and the POV character, the distance between the POV character and the narrator (even if it’s 1st person!), the distance between the narrator and the author. There’s emotional distance, intellectual distance, psychological distance, experiential distance. If you look closely at a 3rd person POV story, you can tell things about the narrator as a person (and the narrator is an entity independent of the author) - like, for starters, you can tell if they’re sympathetic to the POV character by how they talk about their actions. Word choice and sentence structure can tell you a narrator’s level of education and where they’re from; you can sometimes even tell a narrator’s gender, class, and other less obvious identifying factors if you look closely enough. To find these details, ask: What does the narrator (or POV character, or author) understand?
I can’t put a name on the narrator of the Harry Potter books, but I can tell you he understands British culture intimately, what it’s like to be a teen boy with a crush, to not have money, to be lonely and abused, and to find and connect with people. There’s a lot he doesn’t understand (he doesn’t pick out little flags of queerness like I do, so he’s probably straight, for example), but he sympathizes with Harry and supports him. I like that narrator. I’m supposed to sympathize with him, and I do.
POV is made up of these little distances - countless small questions of proximity that, when stacked together, decide whether we’re going to root for or against a character, or whether we’ll put down a book 20 pages in, or whether a story will punch you in just the right place at just the right amount to make you bawl your eyes out.
There are so many different possible configurations of distance in this arena that there are literally infinite POVs. Fiction is magical and also intimidating as fuck.
*stares blankly with a look of sudden realisation*
I.. have been writing on and off all my life (though not professionally), and I’ve never actually put a name to thinking about this specific issue. Interesting! I think sometimes I struggle with keeping narrative distance consistent in what I write- tending to go into close focus on a character’s feelings and thoughts at the start more than later on, and more often when they’re feeling emotions like fear and anger than when they’re just.. thinking. Now I know that ‘narrative distance’ is a thing helps me better be on the lookout for that. Not that I’m saying consistency is necessarily best, but.. it would pay for me to be more conscious of what I’m doing.
We got this very quote about psychic distance in a story-writing course I took in college. Gardner goes on to say that it’s very jarring when the narration goes from one level of psychic distance to another that isn’t immediately beside it. Going from 2 to 3 is fine, but if you go from 4 to 2 without passing through 3 on the way, you don’t have a smooth narrative voice. (There was an example given that I can’t recall exactly, but it was something along the lines of “Ms. Jane Smythe had always disliked cicadas. Lord, she thought, they’ll drive me crazy! The young woman had never personally encountered any cicadas, but she knew what they were like.”)
OP makes some excellent points about other kinds of psychic distance, and now I want to think about how they apply to Steven King’s increasingly present narrator-voice over the course of the Dark Tower series.
Arabic is a macrolanguage, a language with such a variety of variants that there is no intelligibility between some of them, but there are also no precise limits between the different dialects that allow them to be classified as different languages.
A nice little moment I was just reminded of, and thought I might share with fellow dark!Ten enthusiasts:
Have a clip out of the Pest Control audiobook read by DT, where Ten is attempting to hypnotise a Centaur threating him with a gun, (and tell me he doesn’t sound vaguely dark in it…) and enjoying the smooth, low voice.
I see Dhawan as this really weird middle-ground thing between being reformed and evil and I realise that’s like my personal headcanon with the character and many people probably don’t share that, but to me he’s no longer the Master who revels in being evil.
He’s the Master who now understands evil, understands what drove him before but doesn’t even want it anymore.
Like. He is still evil, but he’s not evil because that’s who he is anymore - He’s evil because he thinks he has to be. He’s lost himself, he’s looking at his redemption as failed, he doesn’t understand how to be anything else.
He says, “It’s like doing what I was made for”, because he thinks that’s what it is.
He asks her to say his name and then almost cries because it gave him affirmation.
He intentionally shows her who she is, intentionally wants to break her along with him, intentionally does the cruellest things he can think of to her because he needs her to stop believing in him.
He intentionally wants her to be the one to end it, so he knows that she’s given up.
He intentionally pretended to be her friend, then broke her trust to crack her further, but also because he needed her one last time. Which, ironically, was a perfect example of how good he could be, but he treated it as an act.
Because he’s sure he never can be.
So when I imagine (in scenarios like f.e. Masterful coming up soon), the Master meeting his past selves in a group, I think he’d distance himself from all of them, grumpily watch them revelling in evil and knowing he can’t belong to them, but also watch Missy actively deciding against it and being unable to belong to her either.
That’s why I hate, hate, hate when people can’t accept he’s post!Missy and start writing him as between Simm and her. Like. He’s at such a fascinating point at his life right now. And I don’t want to see it overriden because some people are pissed that the villain of a story is still acting villainous after dying to please the hero and being abandoned and declared a lost cause.
So he has accepted he’s a lost cause.
NOT DONE WITH CLASSIC ROLESWAP DESIGNS QUITE YET so here are my boys!!! I love them!!
McGann!Master likes to bait people into arguments, then feign innocence when the other person snaps to make them look like a fool, and at first glance seems serious business and no nonsense but then you spend any extended amount of time with him when he’s not putting up a front and realize how much of a dramatic bastard he is. Think McGann’s character from Always Crashing in the Same Car but more of a flashy idiot. Also, he’s still technically goosnake in this AU. His body is slowly falling apart and because he knows this, he tends to be a bit more indulgent/hedonistic, ya know, just in case he doesn’t find a new body in time.
Roberts!Doctor is so clumsy, seriously somebody save this man from himself. His jacket is far too large for him and he likes to wear fun socks. He’s also very easily excited and is very enthusiastic about most things. To think that this is the one that’d have to go through at least the beginning of the time war,,,,,, oh dear.
Mastah.
Cool Tip
If you are like me and always need to be working on something to keep your anxiety under control, during this quarentine why not helping scientists by looking at pictures of some neat penguins? or even galaxies? There’s this site call Zooniverse, where you can help on scientific projects by analyzing pictures and data! Right now my favorite project has returned, called Penguin Watch (where yeah, you get to watch penguins, it’s amazing)
you basically have to analyse photos looking for penguins, their chicks, eggs or even predators and human interaction But there are lots of interesting projects you can help in areas such as biology, physics, history or even art:
Oh and the best part, some institutions even accept it as volunteering/service hour requirements for graduation and scholarships!! It’s helping me a lot during this time, so I thought it was worth sharing
Feeling inspired by @summerofspock I'm considering writing a thirsty kibbutz dairy farm au with a volunteer worker Crowley who milks the cows (hot), gets dirty (a lot), delivers calves (oh my) and a rabbinical student Aziraphale who can't comprehend how he suddenly wants to get laid right there in the cow food which is stocked in blocks that make delicious nooks, walls and stuff and oh boy. My only problem is the smut part which I cannot write like at all. Any help from the science officer?
The first time Aziraphale saw Crowley at work was when his mentor, an overly enthusiastic rabbi Gabriel took him to the dairy farm to show how intellectuals get dirty. Well, there happened to be a ginger intellectual ("Rabbi Ela's ex-student, gave it all up to work with cows.") dressed in black, strong arms covered in dirt, careful hands cleaning the udder and putting the milking machine on, a cigarette hanging from his thin lips and dark glasses hiding his eyes. He was lean, confident and didn't know how to walk. He knew the cows by names and tenderly cursed them as they kept coming into the milking parlour.
Suddenly a cow tried kicking Crowley. He spat out, stuck the cigarette back into his mouth, looked at the animal above him and remarked that it all went down like a lead balloon.
Here, have a teaser...
And just consider the possible gems! Crowley, at Aziraphale who's been ogling him, "Stop Racheling me, angel! I'm trying to deliver a calf!"
Or...
Or...
"I'll serve fourteen years for you, angel, and no darkness can deceive me." @toby-zachary-ziegler
this week in I Am Very Smart: having enough money to go to the opera, museums and concerts correlates with having enough money for food, shelter and basic health needs
They controlled for socioeconomic factors though! The people who conducted this study knew that people with lots of money to attend the opera were also more likely to be able to afford basic necessities, so they controlled for it in their analysis. The fun thing about statistics is that you can control for different confounding factors so you can look at the effects of one independent variable (opera or whatever) on the dependent variable (mortality). Part of being critical of potential biases is actually reading the article and knowing what to look for.
In addition to that very good point about controlling for socioeconomic factors, the article says a single museum or concert per year makes a difference. Most cities have free community concerts (some even have free opera performances!) and museums that are either free, pay-what-you-want, or at least have specific days/times during which they are free or at a significantly reduced cost. Many libraries (which are free) provide free museum passes to card holders. In fact, the article quotes a museum worker who works at a free art museum in Baltimore.
If you actually read the article you would also read that educators are excited about this study because it provides evidence that the arts should be made more accessible financially - by restoring arts programs in the public schools, for example.
I have a theory. It has been pointed out that Crowley is much angstier in Rome than before, with hair cut and gloomy mood, and I think it's because now he's being slowly encircled by the Xtian dualistic narrative (bad vs good, don't ask questions, unforgivable, etc). Aziraphale is not so happy himself before he sees Crowley. They are two Jews on the road who catch each other stealthily reciting Shma and exchanging knowing smiles. Crowley is so offended by "let me tempt you" because now their banter gets the whole new meaning, now they are enemies. They have no problems chatting in Eden, by the Ark or at Golgotha. They are genuinely sorry about Jesus, because who wouldn't be. Crowley says "your lot put him up here", and Aziraphale snaps that he's not consulted on policy decisions. Besides, Jesus is another Jew killed by the Romans, and it brings back a lot of unpleasant memories to both of them. They mostly refer to their sides as "my lot", "my people", very rarely as Heaven and Hell. Crowley still keeps kosher in Rome, while Aziraphale went fully Hellenistic. Their sides are not heaven and hell. Their differences are of a religious character. Demons be like, we questioned and argued and the Almighty Rabba got a bit pissed with us so we stormed out and hid ourselves in caves. Angels be like, oh yeah, classic beauty and no eating for pleasure and let's go all ascetic, and let's separate between body and soul etc. Aziraphale is a bad angel, because he is a Jewish angel, joining the Maccabees and being rejected for it, while Crowley is a bad demon because ok, why not stay friends with other Jews over some disputes? We were created to dispute, right? And the Almighty Rabba has been trying to find her lovely students who stormed out like spoiled kids and she made them such fluffy kugel and could they come home and eat and have a discussion and never again leave like that and do you know how worried I was? And while She was looking for them her stickler students remained unmoderated and came up with all sorts of weird opinions and killed a Jew!
That's ma point.
Chapter 17? is it?
hmm
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It was well known that Jewish immigrants came in families, and the officials at Ellis Island had seen all kinds of these go past their desks, or else be turned away and sent back to Europe. Families with grandparents and without, with daughters and without, with money and without. Families from the most frum to the least, from the Galitsyaner to the Litvak to the Sephardi and even the Yemenite.
One kind of family they had not seen before, however, was the one consisting of a wine-merchant’s son turned folklorist, with a gray beard, who had to his own confusion adopted the accidental responsibility of looking after a newly part-human angel, and by extension its longtime demon chevrusa, plus the two entirely human young women these entities had, in their turn, taken under their wings.
One day I’ll stop drawing this bean. Today is not that day. Black ink, white ink and watersoluble graphite pencils on Daler-Rowney Fine Grain paper. 18 x 21 cm. Please do not post on other sites.
space madlads battle eachother to death, inspired by this wack wikihow meem pic
I wouldn’t put it above six to use his former self as a bludgeoning weapon.
#Five is definitely the most wieldable Doctor#But I don’t think Six is the most likely to wield a Doc#He’s up there. Along with Three and One#but I think the most Doctor likely to wield a Fellow Doc is Four#he wouldn’t hesitate #past self? Future self? doesn’t matter#he’d wield himself if it was an option #if you’re within reach? Fuck you ( @being-of-rain )