At the end of January this year, after Sherlock ended, I said that I was glad I’d recently discovered “due South,” a show with 68 episodes after which two of the male leads dogsled off into the Canadian sunset together because otherwise the Reichenbach Fall would have ended me.
Screw you, Moffat, I said. I have RayK/Fraser. I have canon love. I have adventurous wilderness sex between the Mountie and the Chicago flatfoot with experimental hair. I don’t need you. I have “due South.”
(cut to: six months later, Teen Wolf is about to finish it’s second season. emotions are high, the plot is wildly unpredictable in the best way, I’m developing a heart condition and possibly asthma quick someone give me Scott’s inhaler)
HAHAHAHAHAHA SCREW YOU JEFF DAVIS I STILL HAVE DUE SOUTH AND IT IS STILL MY HAPPY PLACE AND BENTON FRASER’S LOVE FOR RAY KOWALSKI WILL ALWAYS BE A SOOTHING BALM FOR THE FUCKUPERY THAT YOUR SHOW TRIES TO PULL OFF DON’T THINK I DIDN’T SEE STILES LAND ON TOP OF DEREK OR NOTICE THAT MELISSA MCCALL SAW SCOTT AS A WEREWOLF OR THAT DEREK HEARD SCOTT BETRAY HIM TO THE ARGENTS DON’T THINK I DON’T FUCKING SEE IT OKAY CUZ I DO but it’s cool because somewhere in the Northwest Territories Fraser is teaching Ray how to chop wood or hunt polar bears or something ridiculous like that and Ray is staring at Fraser’s neck and licking his lips and Fraser is saying, “Focus, Ray. One wrong move and we could both be at the bottom of this crevasse. The mongoose is a stubborn creature who demands our respect. Why, I remember the time “Big Heath” Mortimer tried to trap a mongoose with a piece of cheese and a broken fishing wire and it wasn’t until three months later that they found his left index finger in that snow drift…” and Ray is kissing him silent and pulling the flannel shirt off his shoulders and showing him what his own index fingers can do
AND THAT’S PRACTICALLY MOTHERFUCKING CANON BITCHES AND TEEN WOLF CANNOT PENETRATE MY DUE SOUTH CAVE OF HAPPINESS OKAY. PUN INTENDED BECAUSE I CAN DO IT TOO DYLAN YOU DON’T OWN INNUENDO OKAY SO TAKE A MOTHERFUCKING NAP.
hahaha these writers always think they can get to me but HA due south exists and so I am content.
I have seen a number of posts regarding race and racism in Teen Wolf that reference a quote I made in an interview about my efforts in trying to build a world in the show that is somewhat idealized. The critiques are all fair and insightful. I do think it may interest some of my more vocal critics to know the difficulties of approaching these kinds of subjects in television.
First off, the lack of story development for Boyd’s character. I have said numerous times in interviews that the new supporting characters are there to “support” the main characters. I have 41 minutes a week in which to tell a story. It’s not easy to service every character equally!
Second, our show has budget constraints that severely limit how many guest actors we can have. For example, I would have preferred to have Michael Hogan show up in every episode of the new season. Unfortunately, we could only afford him in a certain number. With the three new wolves, Sinqua, Gage and Daniel, we had to decide how best to use them in twelve episodes. When we make contracts for actors it’s usually a minimum guarantee of 6 out of 12 episodes.
Now, here is a sample email during the production of the show I received about Sinqua Walls who plays Boyd:
“So Sinqua is testing for a pilot on Tuesday. Tracy (his manager) has asked if we can get him on the latest flight possible back to LA on Monday night. She doesn’t want him traveling the same day as the test. Would this work for production? He still isn’t closed for the next episodes and they have been holding b/c of this possible testing. This is rather time sensitive since I believe he was scheduled to fly out today. So please get back to me ASAP.”
What this means is that while he was guaranteed several episodes in our show, Sinqua made it very far along in the casting process for a pilot. Since Sinqua is not a regular cast member, he is often out auditioning for numerous other roles. And as he had the possibility of getting another job, his management was hesitant at committing to any more episodes with us. While I was writing the last batch of episodes, I had no idea if he would even be available to me. That makes it very difficult to invest in a character if I’ve got be able to craft a script so that he can be easily written out in case the actor gets another job.
When we send out breakdowns for cast it always says “All ethnicities.” I’m quite proud of the fact that our lead actor is Latino. But I have also always said I will not make Teen Wolf an “issues” show. I think a series like Glee or even the humor of Modern Family are far more equipped to handle those subjects. I also worry that as a white male who grew up in a pretty ordinary middle class suburb I may not have the insight to be particularly adept at tackling issues of race head on. While there is no way I can write without socialization and my own personal bias both informing and affecting my work, I believe my first job is to entertain. That’s what I love about writing. Entertaining people. If I skirt the issues of race and sexual politics, the reason is most likely that I don’t feel like I’m going to be very good at tackling those issues within a show about teenage werewolves. I don’t really know how to write those stories. But I think I do know how to scare people and how to make them laugh. There are far better writers out there like Aaron Sorkin, Shonda Rhimes, David E. Kelley, far more equipped to tackle those subjects. I’m here first and foremost to entertain. All else comes under the banner of “best effort.”
I love the passion all of the fans bring to the show and I’m glad it creates far more of a discourse than I ever expected. I’m pretty sure most of my response here comes out of my own insecure thinking: “Are they calling me racist? I’m not racist! Wait… am I?” But maybe some of this information will provide a different insight into the why’s and how’s of the world of television and if you don’t necessarily forgive our flaws, you might at least understand them a little better.
For Marie, who had a bad day and wanted a fic to accompany this stunningly gorgeous piece of artwork. This fic is a) going to go up on Ao3 in the near future and b) canon-compliant. As such, warning for underage romantic entanglements. <3
If someone had told Stiles a year ago that his life was soon going to feature heavily in traipsing through the woods after occult creatures in the dead of night…
…well, he probably would have thought that was pretty cool, actually. There’s the decent chance he would have asked a number of probing questions, and maybe had the time to buy one of those water bottle backpacks he keeps meaning to order. Possibly, if whoever had told him had made a convincing enough argument, Stiles would have had the foresight to invest in some comfortable hiking boots. It would have been a good thing, really, if someone had thought to mention it to him before this all started, because lately Stiles is spending so much time actively trying not to let anybody die that some of his plans are falling through the cracks. Usually they’re the plans that deal with his own comfort; that, Stiles thinks, is Not Right. He’s the human, after all. He’s starting to think he may be the only human in the entire goddamn town—his comfort should be paramount, since it’s not like he can heal away blisters and dehydration and his thousandth freaking mosquito bite of the night.
Grimly, Stiles wonders if he’s going to wake up tomorrow as a weremosquito. It wouldn’t really surprise him.
The problem isn’t having wealth, the problem is not reinvesting it. If you’re reaching into the pot and taking money out, and hoarding it, keeping it in your little cave where no one can touch it, you assume that the pot is this ever-replenishing system that will maintain its bounty without your influence. Everyone can reach into the pot and take out as much gold as their hard work earns them. “Haves and soon-to-haves” is all about how much you deserve to draw from the pot, which is self-sustaining and accessible on a merits-based system that most people are too lazy to qualify for.
Only, the pot ISN’T self-sustaining. There is only so much to be had from our economy, and the more you take without reinvesting (and spending $500 on a Coach bag doesn’t count, because a Coach bag isn’t WORTH $500 and spending that much is like burning money. It doesn’t go anywhere real, just to another cave) the less the rest of the people have to split amongst themselves. You create, this way, a system of dragons and villagers. The dragons use their might and power to defend their caves full of gold (caves filled over generations of racial, gender, and geographical inequality) and the villagers harvest their crops and eat at wooden tables and hope the dragon doesn’t come burn the motherfucker down and take their horse as its due because, after all, if the villager only worked harder, they could have kept their horse, and maybe even built up a cave of gold of their very own. Because a villager with gumption is only an American Dream away from dragonhood.
The dragons in the economy, the 1% (although I hate how that has become a soundbite with no real world stakes. Do people even understand how wildly disproportionate 1% is to 99%? Meh.) must, MUST, in order to maintain the capitalist system that made them wealthy, replenish the system through reinvestment. That capital, that wealth, MUST be redistributed in order to create more opportunities for new growth. The world is only getting bigger, and the economy is shrinking with it because the pot isn’t growing at the same rate.
In fact, because the wealthy are so afraid of losing their wealth, the pot is shrinking! They take faster, and more indiscriminately, and hope that no one notices the towering pile of gold behind them while the hapless villagers scramble for the dregs (while feeding their neighbor a share of dinner because they’re not monsters and no one with a soul wants to watch their fellow man starve to death while resting with a full belly I mean, hello, let’s talk about morality for a second. If someone next to me is dying and it is my personal call whether they live or die, I’m going for life. How do you live with yourself if you don’t? Tackling the world’s hungry on my own? Not really in my wheelhouse, but volunteering? Sharing my time? Voting for social programs and being aware of politicians who fight for the same things? THAT I can do.)
In conclusion, the world’s dragons are choking the system’s supply of the very thing it needs to facilitate it: money. Without a flourishing economy, the dragons will have nothing to eat because the villagers who grow their crops and clean their caves (just go with this metaphor, kay?) will be dead in the dirt. Or, conversely, marching on the dragon’s caves with pitchforks and torches because even the most pacifistic of villagers isn’t going to lay down on the ground and accept death because, “oh well, I guess I should have tried harder.”
Jackson wasn’t stupid, you know. He was aware of went on across the street. The shouting of Mr. Lehey, Issac’s yelps, that sickening thwack of skin-on-skin contact. The thing was, though, Jackson had been aware since he was thirteen. His family moved into the house across the street from the Lehey’s, his parent’s told him he was adopted, and he saw Issac crawl from his front porch to the water faucet on the side of the house to drench his bloody face in clean water.
Hi! It was cool watching Due South with you! You might think you're ready for Victoria's Secret, but you're not. No one is. Ever. I've seen it many times and I'm not ready. But we're there for you.
Same here! It was so random, but spectacular, and I can’t believe Rah hadn’t seen that one yet! I’m already super depressed about VS, but I spent a lot of last night reading truepenny’s meta (I skipped Victoria’s Secret so I could read it after) and it was so amazing! I’m bummed she stopped after Dr. Longball, but everything she’s got to say is so on point!
That people rewatch on livestream - and are awesome - makes me love this fandom even more than I did, and that’s crazy.
Psssht people don’t die from severe seclusion and lack of sunlight. Just look at Gollum. Friendly, cheerful guy, and did he go out into the sunlight? Not until those hobbit bitches made him. No, no—you’ll be fine =D.
I don’t know what possessed me, tbh. Cave-dwelling had been working for me for years. *shakes head* Lesson learned. *hunches back into cave*