#joyce's musings

[odetojoyce]

i always tell my friends i want to be an f1 wag because that would be honestly amazing but really, i think what i want right now is just to be loved and have someone look at me like i hung the stars because the thing with celebrity crushes is that you give and give and give all your love but you don't get love back and you're going to reach a point where you can't keep giving while seeing the people you're giving your heart to (not even as a crush) get their love and you're left there still giving. i just want someone to love me, to let me feel what i've been giving for so long. and that also turns me into a parasocial fan since this is my only shred of actual shred of love i get in return. like i don't want to be this obsessive over lando or oscar or anybody but i see them and i just want to be and f1 wag so badly as a byproduct of wanting love. i've been trying for years to tell myself to stop thinking i have a chance, to stop feeling everything i'm feeling, but i just keep giving and giving. i just want someone's eyes to light up when they see me, for someone to choose to spend time giving their love to me. is that too much to ask for?

[athiestpaladin]

Joyce watching back the tape from Halloween looking for where her son was bullied and instead finding that it's 90% footage of Mike

[inevitablemoment]

Please, give me an adaptation of Anne of Green Gables that faithfully covers House of Dreams and Ingleside (my two favorite books in the series)

Oh, I would've killed for an adaptation of those books with Megan Follows and Jonathan Crombie.

[moonlightsdream]

Cheung Hon-ming, are you free this Sunday? Depends what's up. Actually, I want to take some pictures. Can you come with me?

29+1 (2017) — dir. Kearen Pang

[marigoldbaker]

dorothy dumbingofage now knows she’s bisexual i need to give PowerPoints to ppl on this

[soulmusicsongs]

Joyce From The Bronx - David Matthews (Big Band Recorded Live At The "Five Spot", 1975)

[kimboo-york]

Not my usual fare on this site, I tend to keep posts like this to bsky and fb overall, but importantly I am a New College of Florida alumna so this matters to me personally, and should matter you YOU politically.

This is a long-form investigative piece by Kathryn Joyce, the author of the book Quiverfull: Inside the Christian Patriarchy Movement which is an outstanding read itself.

In this piece she digs into why what happened to my teeny tiny alma mater should matter to ALL of us. This isn't just a special interest piece about a whole-ass college of 700 students (my entire graduating class was less than 100 people), it highlights how this fits into the right-wing fascist agenda. It's a test case scenario, y'all, and it's awful.

Please read the whole thing, it is important.

"While the Right doesn’t admit it, the vision of higher ed they’re advancing is one where the lucky few have access to a rich liberal arts education, others get a ​“classical” right-wing imitation and the majority receive utilitarian instruction designed to fill holes in the labor market."

[musingmemories]

@fablesuntold sent: ❝ 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚊𝚢 “𝚍𝚘𝚗’𝚝 𝚍𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗”, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝙸 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚢𝚘𝚞’𝚛𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚠𝚊𝚢. ❞ 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐉𝐢𝐦 𝐭𝐨 𝐉𝐨𝐲𝐜𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐳𝐲 𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡.

Don’t. If there was one word in the English dictionary that didn’t exist in Joyce Byers’ vocabulary it was that one. Since she was little, being told what she shouldn’t do had never sat well with her. Don’t drink. Don’t smoke. Don’t do drugs. … okay maybe those weren’t prime examples, but being told don’t raise two boys all by yourself? That had Joyce’s fight mode activate, hissing like a feral cat glowering the looks away anytime the three of them were together, hellbent on meeting judgement with attitude. So when her son went missing and no one took her seriously and told her don’t act, just wait… Constantly questioning why? she charged ahead until she got an answer. Again and again and again, resulting in Will’s rescues while simultaneously unraveling government conspiracy theories and killing monsters. Because she couldn’t sit still, and Joyce didn’t regret any moment of it.

Along the way, a constant warning she received was don’t do anything without me [Hopper] first. Now that one was a pain in the ass in Joyce’s books— the impatience of waiting. Maybe if someone Hopper gave her a gun from the very beginning she’d do a lot better than having to be a damsel in distress or benched while waiting for an outcome. But when there was a chance to rescuing a still alive Hopper? After all the times he’d saved her life? There was absolutely no question about it. She did so. Successfully. And here they were waiting for the coast to be clear… assuming they’d make up for lost time and catch up… only for her to receive a classic Jim Hopper lecture. Worry amplified by relief turned into frustration.

“Don’t do what ever again, Hop? Exactly what you told me to? Like with the stupid car? ‘Try again, Joyce. Turn the key, Joyce. Try again, Joyce.’ Need I remind you it was Alexei that saved your goddamn life. Our lives! Because no thanks to you I would’ve been blown up in that damn car and wouldn’t be here to save you!” Example one out of oh so many, Joyce had the next string of scolds ready in her arsenal to scream at him in a single breath. “And if I hadn’t come all this way to fucking Russia, you’d probably be dead by now! But do I ever get a thank you, Joyce!? No! It’s always don’t do that again. So you know what? I would! I’d do it again every goddamn time because…” She’d hit that point of emotional vulnerability, slammed against that spot in her throat that made her want to scream and cry, memory relentlessly playing when she watched— or swore she watched— Hopper crumbled to dust. “I lost you once before. I had to know if you were still alive, Hop.”

[barxlupin]

If I became the monster and threw that guilt away Would that make us stronger? Would that keep our foes at bay? If I became the monster to everyone but us And made sure we got home again Who would care if we're unjust If I became the Monster

Oh, ruthlessness is mercy upon ourselves! And deep down I know this well I lost my best friend I lost my mentor, my mom 500 men gone, this can't go on!

Then I'll become the monster! I will deal the blow! And I'll become the monster like none they've ever known! So what if I'm the monster lurking deep below? I must become the monster and then we'll make it home!

[himblebo]

I have parasocial relationships with the old women in my historical sewing and primary source groups like you wouldn’t even believe

[odetojoyce]

ik i said i wouldn't post f1 stuff on here, but i saw something that made me realize f1 is one of the reasons i'm still here. my mental state has kinda been shit the past few years so sh did come to my mind many times before but the main reasons i haven't are my sister and f1 because it gives me so much happiness. i love watching the thrill and my favs like lando and oscar always make me smile even when i'm having a rough day. and i really want to be a part of it in the future but otherwise i don't think i'd have much to live for. and wow idk why i'm posting this on tumblr but i could never talk abt it irl so here we are

[pinksilvace]

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[hiisheart]

@hauntedxwritings || CONT.

┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ♥︎ . *. ⋆ THROUGH HIS HAZE OF PAIN AND shock he's able to feel a sense of gratefulness, a sense that perhaps everything might be okay having an adult like joyce around to help him. the feeling builds hearing the names of who she calls to help him; hopper, the chief of police and someone likely very EXPERIENCED with these kinds of injuries, and even steve, someone likely with less exposure to these scenarios but still a person who could think quickly and resourcefully in a way that tended to benefit him and the other kids his age. ❝ h-help me— ❞ he manages to squeeze out, face twisting with pain and fear as he desperately fights off the tears.

[gag-me-munson]

Joyce being a constant stressed, freaking out and frustrated, hot mess?

Yup, I resonate with her daily

[barxlupin]

@skilledsenses

it's them

[marigoldbaker]

thinking to myself “my thesis should have included olivia” as though my thesis was not already literally 36 pages when it only needed to be 20 minimum