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Went to see Leviticus as soon as it came out, and can’t wait to watch it again. It’s not just the small town, the aesthetic, the abandoned building and secondhand smoke. It’s the linen hanging out to dry, the size of the church, Naim’s mother representing so many families that think they are doing the right thing, ‘what is best’, and often times drive people to the grave. I was completely enraptured with this movie. Did it hurt? Yes, absolutely. Did I feel like I was watching a twisted version of my life on the screen? Also yes. I left the cinema feeling like all my hopes and fears were both reassured. We certainly need more queer media, more diversity in terms of genre, to reach more and more eyes. This was such a perfect horror film, not just the entity and gore, but the same time of horror you get from watching serial killers, things that are real, like homophobia and hate. Leviticus has a special place in my heart now.
leviticus (2026) being the australian film that will unconsciously feed my hyperfixation for like minds (2006) - another australian film released 20 years ago
they hit the second tower
wish everyone could perceive the Vague Concepts in my head because i just know you would looove my Vague Concepts. you would think im so smart if you saw the misty clouds of Vague Concepts floating around in my head. #MyVagueConcepts
A Jason Todd AU of The Monkey’s Paw is currently in the writing✍🏼
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when everyone starts liking the same things i do (there’s something wrong with my brain)
idk if this is controversial or not, but I really like when non-professional writing like fic has hints of author bleedthrough when it comes to like, what different people assume is common knowledge. Like sometimes I’ll be reading a fic and it’ll just be obvious that the person writing it is either obsessed with medicine or has been to medical school, because they’ll use terms that are just a shade too technical without explaining them. It’s never the super specific stuff that they’d know other people are unaware of, it’s always the things that once you’ve known it for a while you forget it’s niche knowledge. It’s fun because as a fanfic reader it reminds me of how this is a fun hobby community, where everyone has their own thing going on outside of fandom. Everyone’s got their own specialties and they can’t help but write that into their work sometimes
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new ask game; what do you think my hobby, skillset or knowledge or any other details of me based off my writing
This is why Pride is not just a party. It's a joyful celebration, but it's also a pointed and colourful two-finger salute to a world that stood back whilst so many of us died. And we'll never go quietly, never again.
"hope next time we play you decide to show up"
"you're starting to sound like him"
the best fanfiction you've ever read was written by a woman in her 40s before she made dinner for her kids. it was written by a teenager after school when they should've been studying for a history test. and a barista came up with the idea while they cleaned the espresso machine and busser fact-checked it on their break and the post-doc edited between writing grant proposals and the nurse apologized for typos in the notes after a long shift and behind every drabble and one-shot and multi-chapter fic there is a person with a wonderful and interesting and chaotic life and it is such a privilege that we get to be apart of it because they decided to do this thing we all share, for fun.
Anna Ancher - Grief (1902)
luca haas deserves to be a controversially young boyfriend
you know that feeling in your gut where you think oh. Oh no. Like some part of you finally caught up and is standing in front of you waiting to be acknowledged, but you can't deal with it because you have assignments due or bills or work in the morning? So you just shove it back down and tell it you'll think about it later.
Well, finally finishing my degree apparently means "later" arrived.
Getting dressed, doing my nails, wearing makeup, all of it makes me feel feminine in a way I imagine a trans person might describe—except I’m a cis woman. At least that's what I've always called myself. But my relationship with gender has always felt strange and complicated.
When I was a kid, I thought I was a boy with long hair. Then I convinced myself it was because I was the only girl grandkid. During my teen years I started cutting my hair short and privately calling myself by a male name, but only in my own head. I never said it out loud.
I came out as bisexual to my family, but my mother and some other relatives are homophobic enough that they basically acted like it never happened.
Then I met my now-fiancé. A man. And I stopped referring to myself as male, but I kept asking him: "Would you still love me if I was a man?" Every single time he said yes. The day he said it without hesitation I felt this ridiculous amount of relief. He told me he loved me, not a gender.
So I figured okay. Maybe that's all this was. Maybe I could stop questioning it and move on.
Then we moved out on our own. I started reading more queer literature and letting myself actually exist around queer spaces and ideas and interests without feeling watched all the time. But I still never did anything with the male thoughts. I just kind of observed them.
And now I'm done with my degree, and suddenly this feeling I kept postponing came back ten times stronger. Like this impending sense of doom. This stupid little voice in my chest going what if being a man would fix this? What if that's the thing behind the ache and the envy and the weird hollow feeling I've carried around for years?
Anyway. I still got bills to pay.
Just up thinking about Ilya's lil fuck boy smirk when Shane goes in for that second handshake at Saskatchewan. Soooo fucking smug cause he thinks he's got Hollander's number. He thinks he's got it alllll figured out. The blind fool. You don't even know that you just met the other half of your soul, numbnuts. THAT LIL BOY IS GONNA REARRANGE THE CENTRE OF YOUR ENTIRE GODDAMN UNIVERSE!!!! HE'S GONNA CUM FOR YOU HANDS FREE THE FIRST TIME HE DOES ANAL!!!! YOU KNOW FUCK ALL!!!!
Cliff wants to be a good bro and a good ally so when he and Ilya hang out to watch a movie, he decides they’re gonna watch a Gay Movie. And what is the one Gay Movie every straight guy knows? Brokeback Mountain. And what is the only thing straight guys know about Brokeback Mountain? That it’s the gay cowboy movie. And hey that sounds fun, cowboys are fun
Shane gets a text two hours later from Cliff that’s a picture of Ilya on the couch with his head down between his knees and he’s just like “HELP I BROKE HIM IM SORRY I DIDNT KNOW THEY BROKE UP AND THEN THE ONE GUY GOT HATECRIMED TO DEATH I THOUGHT THERE WOULD BE GUNS AND TRAIN ROBBING”