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Fucksy the Fox teaches you a thing (real)

I just think that if you knew you were going to be pissed off by monsterfucker vibes being added to Frankenstein in a film adaptation, you probably should not have watched the Frankenstein movie directed by the world's most famous monsterfucking advocate.

omnybus

I think what I love most about mythology is that the “Trickster God/Spirit” is an archetypical character found in almost every body of folklore. It’s like “Oh, here’s our God of the Sun, our God of the Sea, our God of Fertility, and our God of Being A Wretched Little Gremlin Who Causes Problems On Purpose”

been trying to play video games or watxhovies or read books but its all just boring.

i was already struggling with trying to find fun in things and this just tanked it completely

its weird not hearing her wake up barks or her little paws doing the tappytappy on the tiles or her chasing our cats. its just empty. quiet and too fucking quiet

i was already Going Through It. struggling with depressive shit and now this. like whats the fucking point of doing anything? in the end there is not point. its all useless, everythings pointless.

i am not dealing with having put our dog down.

i know there was no other option.

but i am not ok.

teaboot

One of my brothers has this thing where he likes to be included on sibling movie night but he will not sit down or actually join us, he’ll just wander around the house and periodically show up to lurk in the doorway or lean on someone’s seat

And *I* have this thing where I always always know when he’s there, because every time he’s not wandering around like the ghost of bob marley and isn’t immediately visible it’s because he’s stopped moving to watch the film from directly behind me, which makes the back of my neck tingle like a dog sensing an earthquake

Which has on more than one occasion resulted in me interrupting the movie to tell him to just sit the fuck down and stop lurking in the shadows, Jesus Christ, it’s like I’m being haunted by the memory of ancient sins

Which has in turn been shortened to just “ancient sins”, every time I feel him doing it again

So to summarize, sometimes when my siblings and I get together for a movie night, we’ll all be sitting in the dark in complete silence until my ass deadpan announces “ancient sins” and a 90 pound 5’11” Slenderman looking motherfucker emerges from the shadows behind me like a jumpscare incarnate in Batman pajamas pants and informs me that we are out of orange soda

teaboot