y’all can hate me if you want but incest is one of the only universal taboos across cultures and its violation triggers a deep-seated revulsion and intrigue that can be employed to great effect in fiction. it immediately sets the mood. it grabs the readers attention. it demands interrogation, a deeper engagement with the material. it’s always a shock and memorable. and even when it’s only hinted at, our acculturation means it always catches our eye, like someone entering a still classroom twenty minutes late, and then we doubt ourselves, because did they just? surely not. it throws the rest of the narrative in a sharper relief as you look harder for evidence for or against automatically. It’s a VERY useful tool to tell a story and it works on so many levels and you can go ewwww take it away 0 stars all you want but people knew this before they knew to wipe their asses to not die of cholera and they’re gonna continue writing stories where people fuck their brothers and have babies with their moms because even if you close the book in disgust you’re going to remember it!
This is gonna be a bit of a long rambling personal post sooooo do what you will with that information
The way that Butchered Tongue makes me literally sob
Every time I learn more about Irish history and I learn why my name is spelled the way it is and why my family had to come here makes me feel sick
My last name is Egan, it should be Mac Aodhagáin but when the English colonized Ireland they changed the spelling of last names to kill their language and it happened for hundreds of years
This specific line of my family lived in Offaly for centuries until they were starved out of their own country by their queen who had stewardship over them.
But Irish is still spoken, I have ways of learning it, and people are taking back their names and the names of places. They failed at destroying that culture and I am so openly and annoyingly proud of my all my weird amount of Irish ancestry
But if it weren't for the colonization and imperialization of Ireland my name would still be Mac Aodhagáin. My language would be Irish and I'd be living on the same land that almost every other person in my line has lived on.
It makes me want to curl up and cry and it makes me so fucking angry and if this is how I feel about something that was so tame compared to what happened in America then I can only barely begin to imagine how Native Americans feel about how their land and their people and their cultures and their languages have been ravaged. And every other group of people who've had their cultural identity and their population obliterated for the sake of fucking profit
It's horrific what human beings do for the sake of control over other human beings. It makes me sick
I grieve the cultures that were stolen from me, both Irish and Scottish, and I’ve spent several years trying to reconnect with them, but I also know that it’ll never be the same as it could’ve been if they hadn’t been butchered by the English monarchy for hundreds of years. And that hurts very deeply
I encourage everyone to learn about their family history, and in turn it’ll help you learn about who you are.
And I also encourage everyone to listen to Unreal Unearth because it’s very good
every time merlin straps arthur into his armour and pleads one final time with him not to do the incredibly dangerous thing they both know he's going to do no matter what.................icarus
I cracked and dusted off my swan prince AU. I’m def gonna attempt to clear up the first two/three chapters and force myself to write and finish it after so many years.
tagged by @lesbianjudasiscariot to post 3 albums i've been listening to recently THANK YOUUUU MWAHH
Praise a Lord Who Chews but Which Does Not Consume; (Or Simply, Hot Between Worlds) by Yves Tumor / Ibn El Leil by Mashrou' Leila / Unreal Unearth by Hozier
tagging @henessy @adamnsey @bonivers @parrishh & @mnwlk if u want to — as always, no pressure <3!!!!!
“first time” makes me feel like i am lying weeping under a weeping willow with fallen leaves and the grass in my hair as the rays of sun peak through the branches