
izzy's playlists!

ellievsbear
occasionally subtle

roma★
Sade Olutola

titsay
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"

Origami Around
art blog(derogatory)
RMH
Fai_Ryy

oozey mess
Sweet Seals For You, Always
noise dept.
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let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
Monterey Bay Aquarium
Cosmic Funnies

Love Begins

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@chekhovspopcorn
he didn't just paint the hair and added a beard. he painted the skin. he repainted parts of the dress. he added details to the dress.
he really did make himself in his dream wedding dress.
Ok but hear me out In 1893 Arthur Conan Doyle wants to kill off Sherlock Holmes so he invents Moriarty, his criminal intellectual match.
In 1939 poet TS Eliot writes Macavity the Mystery Cat, a poem about a cat version of Moriarty which borrows phrases from Arthur Conan Doyle's story.
In 1981 Andrew Lloyd Webber sets that poem to music in his musical Cats
In 2019 we got... that.
Butterfly wings, and all that.
So what’s your favorite American Psycho murder scene? (Flirting)
im a proud "ive never used chat gpt" user btw
i honestly dont think I've willingly used a chatbot since..... cleverbot in 2012. i genuinely dont know why so many people care about this ai bullshit. sorry im with the boomers on this one. i need human creation, emotion, and thought to be interested, pal
omg imagine being born and you are on a spaceship and everyone aboard is sooo so mad at you just because you burst out of some guy's chest to be born. like um sorry i've not been alive before i didn't even know that's not allowed please be nice to me um the spaceship floor is cold is no one going to knit me some little booties i am calling child protective services
Ppl who had time for romance in high school we are so different. i was busy fighting for my life in my head
I'm going to bite you (romantic)
me and the wretched bitch i pulled by being the bringer of terror untold
Truly such a beautiful day for their majesties the new king and queen may there rule be long and prospero- BLIMEY! ITS PRINCESS DIANA AND SHES GOT A STEEL CHAIR
the urge to bite while feeling overwhelming affection is completely normal. sorry if you don’t experience that but it’s not my business. get help
love DOESN’T make you want to sink your teeth in? Okaaaaayyyy. weirdo
sorry if i was weird the other day i'm but a conduit for powers as terrible as they are strange
watching the Thing and like
it’s a mound of flesh, right? and it keeps forming eyes capable of looking at you. and the longer you look at it, the more openings appear. and at first the openings are full of what looks like legs, which move aside to reveal a flower, which unfurls to reveal a fleshy orifice studded with teeth moving towards you with great power and longing.
and it’s like, the central tragedy is that none of these men know each other on a level intimate enough to see through the imitation. when keith david turns and asks them how they’re supposed to tell if he’s an imitation or not, none of them can honestly say that they know him well enough to test how deeply it runs; he may as well be a stranger to him. when baby slut kurt russell mentions that the long johns could be anybody’s, it means that he isn’t able to tell whose they are by taking a good long whiff of the crotch and armpits. the secret weapon that could have successfully circumvented the thing was the time these men should have spent intimately exploring each other’s bodies. I have a job interview tomorrow. I need to get this out of my system now.
having by now gotten the job for which I was interviewing, I think where I was going with this was that, the constantly moving shifting expanding de-categorizing of the Thing is its own horror vehicle by virtue of the fact that every other body in that film very much wants to be its own discrete category, unknowable and untouchable to the other bodies around it. and the more you look at the Thing, the more there is of it; the more openings it has, the more eyes it will form for which to see you, the more limbs it will form for which to touch and know you. and these men do not want to touch and see and know each other. they do not want the joyous erotic sound of each other's stevie wonder albums to enter their ears. they do not want the joint that touches their lips to touch the lips of another man. the first and only horror of the Thing is its drive to touch and know and queer the coherent category that is the human body. I will be washing dishes in the back of a bakery while blasting mongolian throat singing if anyone has any further questions.
sometimes a girl. sometimes not. all the time a creature from hell.