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founding tenets:
- beware the moving image
- all actors should be burned at the stake
i really appreciate how you bring seriousness and real world consideration to this fandom space/ur blog in general. escapism is dangerous and can be counterproductive in this day and age!!!
i know this is sent as a compliment and i am genuinely glad you’re enjoying the blog and finding it grounded but 1) this is making me feel like werner herzog’s texting and driving documentary. i know how to have fun. i’ve had fun before in my life. i have done it. don’t let anyone tell you i’ve never done it, i have. 2) i don’t know how to explain that for decades now, taking fictional characters and writing about their gruesome and macabre needlessly complicated suicide attempts and the various ways they torment betray sabotage undermine and manipulate each other IS my escapism #makethatfakemanworse
wild how much of my life i spend asserting that yeah i’m a jew but oh don’t worry i’m not one of THOSE jews
Marcelo Canevari - Opening Night, 2026 - Oil on canvas
Super/Natural. by Judith Schaechter, engraved flash glass, wood.
www.judithschaechter.com
Ernst Ludwig Kirchner - Am Waldrand (At the Forest Edge), 1935-36, oil on canvas, 50 × 50 cm
just talked to my friend that was with her boyfriend from high school for a long time, i heard they broke a few months ago when she moved abroad and was sooo happy. apparently NOPE she came home for like a week and he showed up with flowers or something. he cried, she cried, now they're back together and he's moving there too. so close to freedom. SO CLOSE!!! and the thing is he genuinely sucks. i remember watching her entire wardrobe change to be "more modest" like he liked during senior year. couple of months after they started dating we were hanging out and she looked sort of upset the entire time so i asked her what was wrong. she said she felt gulity about the way she was dressed and she felt like a slut. it was so sad i cant stop thinking about it my eye is twitching as i type this out
man we gotta kill this guy. the self negation is always so hard to see. you’re making yourself smaller because you don’t want to be alone, but by making yourself smaller you’re guaranteeing you will always be alone inside yourself. if you don’t have yourself on your side you have nobody. and men just do this and i am the rude one for openly disliking your boyfriend? the number of friends i have genuinely lost respect for, watching them date a shitty man. anyways i hope this guy explodes and i hope your friend goes to therapy.
oh btw i realized that luca haas is the agador to shane&ilya's armand&starina
like. my gay trans autistic cousin is a cop. i think that sums it all up.
you cannot yaoi your way out of the core themes of a work. like i see people taking fundamentally conservative works and shipping some shit and it’s like. okay. so now it’s conservative and gay. you get that right. you didn’t like, cancel out the conservatism. it’s not like a points system you can balance to 0 lol. like if a fascist gets an abortion they are still a fascist, you understand this right, please tell me you understand this
Charlie Bucket was a final girl
Claes Oldenburg with Giant Toothpaste Tube (1964) in London, during the touring exhibition Claes Oldenburg, organized by the Museum of Modern Art, New York, September 25 - November 23, 1969.
Photo: Hans Hammarskiöld.
*clutches my purse and starts walking a little bit faster*
the worst thing about ottawa ending is that ilya doesn’t get to connect with his natural habitat the waffle house. he’s like a dolphin that’s never seen the sea.
"At the troll court" by Ink Yami
there are many fat gay women which is basically awesome
clap. clap for fat gay women
If Ilya was stuck in a time loop do you think he’s attributing it to inheriting his mom’s mental illness or his dad’s neurodegenerative disease first?
mom’s mental illness. he would never want to consider himself like his father. this plays into my russian doll fic i will likely never write. it would actually be the perfect way to unravel him and make him finally Confront It All. he’d wonder if this is how it was for his mom, maybe that’s why she killed herself, maybe that’s why she left him, why she was sloppy enough to let him find her body, maybe that was the only way out she could find. he always knew she was waiting for him somewhere. maybe he’s just in one of the timelines that got left behind.
so he tries it. and loop resets and he wakes up. but maybe he just didn’t do it right, maybe he needs to do EXACTLY what she did. so he tries it. and the loop resets. but maybe he missed something, maybe he didn’t copy her exactly. maybe he needs to re-examine his childhood and find the same brand of muesli he ate that morning. maybe he needs to listen to the same songs on the radio. there was the time when he was very young with his mother and the gas in the kitchen, maybe he should try that instead. maybe he has to arrange for someone to find him. maybe it has to be someone who loves him. there has to be a way to do it right, she was so unhappy and he couldn’t make her happy, and there has to be a reason for that, there has to be a reason she left him alone in that awful house, there has to be something he wasn’t doing, there has to be some way he wasn’t good enough, there has to be—