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Its frustrating when non-horror people come into horror spaces and ask why we like violence and watching people suffer and sexism and all other manner of moral hand-wringing, but i also find it frustrating when horror fans (myself included) attempt to sincerely engage with these questions. Like 9 times out of 10 the question is either being asked in bad faith, or the asker is genuinely confused, and neither of those types of people are prepared for a proper answer about how horror reflects the cultural landscape or the complex relationships between the genre and gender and race etc and they definitely aren't ready to hear about the real facet of sexuality and eroticism in basically all horror media

horror is an easy target for pearl clutching but you can subject pretty much any genre to the same criticism if you frame it poorly enough. Oh you like romance movies? So you enjoy watching men stalk women and violate their boundaries? You think cheating is okay? You think its cool when women give up their careers to get married? I dont like or watch romance movies but based off my limited understanding thats what they're all like, etc

i think we need to just start responding to bad faith questions about horror with "yeah i thought it was awesome when The Killer fed all those teenagers into a wood chipper"

OP IS A BIG SCARY TRANSGENDER WHO GETS HORNY ABOUT GORE. TERFS FUCK OFF AND DIE 🖕🖕🖕

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It makes me very sad the way people talk about Bon sometimes because truly the most salient aspect of his character to me is that he believes this. Everything he says, especially everything he says to Rose, like. He believes this. He believes this is true. He believes this is better. He believes this is beautiful. He looks at Rose and sees a woman drowning, just as he was drowning. So much like him. So much like him. How can he not pull her free? How can he leave her to drown?

To me, that's so much more interesting than the thought that he just lies. It's so fucking compelling the thought that he relates to Rosemary, and that Rosemary relates to him in turn. That they see themselves within each other, and that Bon promises her a future where she does not have to live with the agony of her Self. Where she can finally be free of all the causes of her misery.

Part of this is why I'm sort of dissatisfied with interpretations that Bon views Rosemary maternally. I dislike it a lot in how it relates to Rose's character, but this is mostly a Bon Post so I'm talking about Bon. He obviously regards Rose with a lot of reverence, but he also regards himself with a lot of reverence. He Loves himself, Loves what he has become. He approaches Rosemary as an equal---a broken person, like him. An artist, like him. Perhaps, to him, the greatest artist in the world. The one who created Him, the identity which saved him, the identity he now lives for.

He's so desperate to bring her into his world. To help her. Please, please, let me fix you! He asks her, waits for her permission, because he also wants to prove to himself that his ideology is correct. That it's functional. That it really did help him, so it really will help her. We know he had to trick Susan, because Susan couldn't possibly understand. Susan was too connected to her human life to understand the beauty of what he was showing her. Too ignorant to the pain of the world. Too naive. But Rosemary has suffered. She has been broken almost as thoroughly as he was. She is a ghost among the living, beyond herself, merely haunting her own life. When people look at Rose they see the specter of the woman-who-was, not the woman in front of them. But Bon sees her, the broken her, and loves her because he knows her, knows he can help her. Is so desperate to help her. Because if She is Beautiful, if She is Happy, then it really is true that He is Beautiful, that He is Happy.

That's why The Scene is so important:

He needs to hear it. He needs to know it's true. He needs to know it's really possible for people like them to be fixed. But she isn't. She isn't happy. Bon isn't truly happy, either. But they must tell it to themselves, because otherwise, what was this all for? It's not like they have another option, now.

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Hi again Tumblr! I emerge from the darkness with a new video essay! This time I'm talking about Friday the 13th and Pamela Voorhees, and I'm making bloody s'more cookie bars! I'd love it if you would check it out.

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dunblane, scotland

may 2026

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"Black Panther", by artist Kayo Yamaguchi in 1954

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Fangs and forked tongue on a red background. Tales From The Crypt 17. April 1950.

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Edith Karlson - March (Kiasma Modern Art Museum, Helsinki) I have to say that this is one of my favorite modern art pieces I've ever seen. It looks like a silent, melancholic nightmare. The audio of bubbling sounds, screeches of birds and tormenting dark winds really underline the creepy dreaminess of this piece (albeit my phone didn't catch the audio well).

I want to go to see it again.