Something that I love about Deadloch is how certain physical things in the environment of the show do not suit Dulcie. And how, in most cases, these are things that Dulcie has the power to adjust, but she doesn't.
For instance, at the station, in the little filing room where she sits to look at the station camera photos (and where Sven naps under the desk):
The computer mouse is on the right-hand side of the keyboard, even though Dulcie is left-handed. And she just sits there using her right hand, she doesn't move the mouse to the other side. The ergonomics of that whole desk setup are awful, actually -- and especially for someone of her height; when she's sitting there you can see how she has to hunch to look at the computer screen.
Also, her mirror in the station break room:
The lockers are shorter than her by a few inches, and as a result the mirror that she's hung on the inside of her locker door is about 5 or 6 inches below the level of her face. Around the beginning of S1E4 we see her having to bend her knees, stoop and make herself shorter just so she can check her reflection at her own locker. If she wanted to she could hang a mirror on the wall at the level of her face, but she hasn't done so.
And her clothes:
The pants she has on in S1E4 are 2 or 3 inches too short.
And on some of her shirts the body of the shirt is way too wide for her. I suspect that like many tall people who are slenderer than average, she's opted for an extra large size in order to get a shirt with sleeves that are long enough for her arms. She could take the time to find shirts and pants that fit her, or she could at least take in the side seams on her shirts, but she hasn't.
Also, this is a subtle thing but:
She seems weirdly uncomfortable in her shirts. I don't know how Kate Box managed to convey this but it really stands out to me. Something about her body language often seems like she's shrinking away from the fabric, particularly in the dark button-downs that she wears in S1E4 and S1E5.
All of this fits perfectly with Dulcie's personality, because she tends to be a people-pleaser, she hesitates to advocate for herself, she tends to tolerate the discomfort of a situation until she really can't anymore. And not just with Cath -- with other people too (Phil, Ken, Aleyna) she's compulsively polite, she's reluctant to interrupt them or even to walk away from a conversation she really doesn't want to be in. In my mind Dulcie is often a bit checked-out from her body and from how she's feeling. Contrast this with Eddie, who makes themself comfy in any environment: flopping over couches and armchairs, sprawling and slouching and leaning and lying splayed-out on the floor. All of which fits perfectly with Eddie's whole deal -- they're comfortable with conflict, they don't mind pissing people off, they're so in touch with how they're feeling and they don't tend to worry unnecessarily or borrow trouble about things.
Ugh this show is just SO GOOD and I'm still not over it
Sidenote, if anyone hears anything about a timeline for S2's release please for the love of god tell me, I need it like I need air. I'm haunting reddit and instagram but have had no news since shooting moved to Brisbane.
aw hell yeah
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Link.
BOUNCY PORK OMG
obsessed with this baby hippo from thailand's khao khew zoo.. she has been so utterly betrayed by the world
[Image description: two images of an adorable ferret and text reading, TIL that Fermilab used to clean its particle accelerators with a ferret named Felicia, who would run through the tubes with cleaning supplies attached and be rewarded with hamburger meat /End image description.]
the one thing thing funnier than this caption is that the only reason they stopped doing it was that the ferret shit in the tube
Daily reminder that we do not actually live in a dystopian movie put the apocalypse down and back away slowly. You know when your cleaning a room and you pull everything out of it's draws to sort through it and you're like "what the fuck have I done I'm never going to be able to tidy all of this" I think that's the stage we're at in the world. Thanks to social media we've pulled out all the messed up shit from the cupboards of the world, it was always there but now we can see it and we're going to have to sort it all out we made this mess and we can fix it. Falling to the floor sobbing will not clean a crusty room. A group of people working systematically (preferably with music in the background) will.
Accurate, this is what happens
Obsessed with Dulcie canonically being some kind of sex god. I think she’d break Eddie.
I was walking down a sidewalk once in Berlin and this dazzling butterfly wandered over and landed on my sleeve. It was so beautiful and I just stood there looking at it for a few seconds. Then there was another human walking toward me, going the opposite way down the same sidewalk, and I didn't speak hardly any German at that point but I just sort of looked at them visibly and they noticed and looked at me, and then noticed the butterfly, and we stood there both admiring it for a minute, until it flew off. Then I tried to say something to them in German but it came out in French by mistake and they frowned and said something back in Mandarin and then we both just stared at each other in bafflement for a second and then both laughed and walked away in our opposite directions But it had been such a cute interaction that as we walked away from each other we both, in the same moment, glanced back over our shoulders at each other, and saw each other looking back, and made eye contact twenty feet apart, and both giggled self-consciously, and it was so good This was years ago but it still gives me life
Sometimes I just really like us
do you ever see someone in some quiet intimate moment and suddenly love them so desperately you feel like you’re dying
#like when they pass a mirror and make a face and mess with their hair a little #or when you hear someone singing in their car with the windows rolled up as they drive past you #i don’t know how to express this i just. people are people and it makes me so sad and filled up sometimes
[Image description: tumblr post tags from @mettaworldpiece reading: #misogynoir #transmisogynoir #passing #antiblackness #ppl who say things like this do not consider antiblackness #ALL black ppl are degendered and hypergendered at the same time that is how Black men can be fetishized for their sexual organs but still #be denied manhood and called boys #for Black women womanhood is held as conditional #as in it is placed on them whether they identify w it or not can be stripped away w no consideration for the person affected #even the concept of passing comes from 'white-passing' or from raciallized Black ppl who could move thru white society w/o feeling #the violent conditions of antiblackness #for me there isnt a person who doesnt know im trans as soon as I open my mouth #that does not mean I move with safety when not speaking tho as misogynoir conditions people to take their toll of every Black woman #they come into contact w #for example the suburban constructions who got mad when I walked past their catcalls did not know I was trans #but that didnt stop them from acting like they were going to swerve and run me over when I tried to walk past to work /End image description.]
u look like a giant buff woman idk what u mean "dont pass" lol.
So I wanted to respond to this one, not to evaluate my features as “passing/not passing” but to talk a bit on racialization and transness as a larger Black trans woman. I am going to be speaking on the experience of cis women in addition to trans women.
Yes, I’m 6’2” and 260lbs. There are plenty of cis women my height/weight or larger/taller! It is not inherently a trait of solely trans women to be large. But this also means that I don’t always pass, because a lot of cis women who look like me don’t pass all the time either no matter what they do.
In this outfit running errands, I got hit on a bunch, gendered appropriately a bunch, and honestly felt the most femme I have in a while. Meanwhile, I still had a man start screaming at me on a metro train because he could see up my dress while I was sitting and “I DONT WANT TO SEE THIS MAN’S UNDERWEAR!”
Often, assumption of masculinity for largeness, for height, is something that gets inflicted on tall cis women as well, moreso if they’re an athlete or otherwise buff or “unfeminine”. Many end up with a complex about it that affects their comfort presenting anything less than high femme even as cis women by adulthood, because it’s implied they have to “make up” for their height/frame by being more feminine.
So despite this not being something limited solely to trans women, it does get significantly amplified on trans women when we have other features or traits that may affect it, such as voice, visible stubble, etc.
On top of that, Black women are often racialized as “more masculine” bc of systemic societal antiblackness. While it can happen to anyone that visibly reads as a Black woman, it gets notably worse the darker your skin is and the larger you are. I’m very lightskinned, so while I still experience it, it’s also not nearly as bad as it would be for someone much darker than me with my build.
So for larger Black trans women, we get a double whammy of “passing” tribulations, as we get the misogynistic assumption of “the larger you are, the more masculine you are” and the misogynoiric assumption that as a Black woman, we are inherently more masculine.
Both of these factors are completely out of our control as larger Black trans women. They aren’t something that can be changed by anything we do to try and “pass” because they are baseline societal bigotries currently - fuck, Megan Thee Stallion is quite literally one of the most beautiful cis women on earth while also being larger and she’s still CONSTANTLY accused of being a man/masculine online even in some of her most “feminine” presentations.
So when I say that I “often don’t pass” I’m not commenting on my features, what I think “outs me as AMAB”, etc. im commenting on the baseline societal transmisogynoir that states that someone who looks like me, transfemme or not, often does not pass.
Many people will still gender me appropriately from the jump, hit on me, catcall me, otherwise treat me like a woman - but just as often I will be categorically excluded from even possibly passing for people who have engraved these social bigotries to heart, and recognizing that doesn’t affect whether I’m “valid”, whether I’m attractive (bc I’m a fucking Goddess and stunning), etc. but affects my SAFETY and the likely of experiencing transmisogynistic or transmisogynoiristic harm or violence.
Passing is not about whether you are attractive or not, it’s about safety.
Arapaima (Arapaima gigas) skin detail
Photos by Pete Oxford
Abandoned buildings reclaimed by the desert sands ➤ Kolmanskop, a ghost town frozen in time. ph. Mark Daniel
In hindsight I think this was the moment when I began to stan Madeleine Sami <3
Thinking about the way Eddie tightens her messy bun after she kisses Ray and tells him off
Fannish things, writing, other stuff. Often NSFW. My pronouns are they/them.
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