salarta:

A few days ago, @rochester-born asked me who I thought could play Lorna to a t other than Emma Dumont. At the time, my answer was pretty simple: someone unknown out there, dependent on which version of Lorna is being presented.

This morning, I found my Lorna: Bishop Briggs.

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I learned of her the exact same way I learned of Lorna: randomly. By pure chance. Pure luck. A TV I was near just happened to be on Kelly & Ryan this morning at the exact moment Briggs was performing, and the instant I saw her, I thought “Lorna.”

Everything I’ve seen since just reaffirms that feeling for me. Her songs have both heart and fire. So, so many of the pictures I’ve found of her have her either wearing green or accompanied by green lighting.

Discovering Polaris was the last time I had this type of strong, enlivening sensation.

Obviously, she’s not an actress. But she has the sort of spirit that I feel fits Lorna perfectly. And I can’t shake the feeling that I found out about her exactly when I needed to find out about her, just like when I found out about Lorna.

Admittedly, not all of Bishop Briggs’ songs that I’ve heard are “my thing,” but there’s never been a music artist whose songs I love all of.

This concludes my post. 💚

Went to bed listening to a few of the songs I bought, had Wild Horses on my mind as I fell asleep. Today, it’s White Flag that’s in my head.

Smoke, fire, it’s all goin’ up
Don’t you know I ain’t afraid to shed a little blood?
Smoke, fire, flares are goin’ up, flares are goin’ up

Oh, won’t wave my white flag, no
This time I won’t let go
I’d rather die
Than give up the fight, give up the fight
Give up the fight, give up the fight
Won’t wave my white flag, no
Oh, I won’t go down slow
I’d rather die
Than give up the fight, give up the fight
Give up the fight, give up the fight
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa

Put an X on my chest, on my chest
But I’m still standing cause I won’t forget
The hell on earth you put me through
I’ll save myself in spite of you

That “put an X on my chest” line gets me because it reorients my thoughts on the X-Men. I always understood the X to mean X-gene, to be related to Xavier, but I never thought of it as a target. Yet it’s so appropriate as iconography for the X-Men. They’re mutants, they’re feared and hated, and the X-Men being both the most powerful mutants and a force for good makes them especially bound to be targets.

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