Korensiyu

21 M; Lots of humor and lots of fandoms. I have another blog.

[memorycycle]

hush little baby dont you cry. mamas gonna buy you a big horse fly. and if that big horse fly dont fly. mamas gonna buy you another horse fly

[memorycycle]

[club mix] another horse fly. another horse fly

[saintd0nna]

happy pride to him

[trollrider1111]

Gay broke sober king 🤴

[tooies]

the clock app always picks the numbers for you but in calculator the numbers can be anything you want

[failchild]

i have to do stuff to get results

[fuer-diesen-sommer]

Information

[stjohnstarling]

I think the battle is long since lost on what the “-coded” suffix means, but I (old movie guy specifically invested in queer coding) seem to be unable to let go of how annoying I find the fuzzy popular use of the term. This is probably a flaw in my character.

[stjohnstarling]

Coding is intentional, it’s a way of communicating indirectly with the audience through a shared language of signs. That’s why it’s called coding, because it’s communicating in code. It isn’t when a thing reminds you of another thing.

[sickboyy]

“The first Gay Pride flag was made in 1978 by a man named Gilbert Baker. He gave a meaning to each color.”

Beginners (2010) - Directed by Mike Mills

[depsidase]

[green-grinning-glitter-ghosts]

Was really interested going into this movie because as someone who isn’t very up to speed on any backrooms lore besides the og post I like the backrooms best when there are no monsters, but the environment itself makes you feel unsafe. You’re paranoid and panicking but then you get out and realize that there was nothing to be afraid of, nothing was even there to chase you in the first place it was just your mind tricking itself.

So I think it’s so interesting that this movie did both- there is a monster but it’s You. It’s a monster you made up it’s a physical manifestation of your fear. It hurts people because you hurt people. You’re unsafe because you created the environment and that means your fear is out to get you.

[oof-i-did-it-agaaiiin]

I wanna point out something about Backrooms I haven’t seen people mention yet, which is that it takes place in the bay area.

The corner the ad names would place the store in San Jose, the center of Silicon Valley.

Recreating a copy of a copy over and over again. An entity doesn’t understand what it’s doing, it only recreates what it observes. “Generative.”

Remember when Dall-E was still in its infancy and churning out terrifying misinterpretations of what a person looks like? “super mario in gummo.”

This coming out in 2026 placed in San Jose is incredibly relevant and intentional.

[oneiric-wanderlust]

Backrooms (2026) ● Directed by Kane Parsons

[paper-mario-wiki]

do not forget the patron saint of these weeks that we celebrate ourselves proudly and openly in the streets

her name was Marsha P Johnson, and we have her to thank for so much.

remember, the first Pride was a riot, and she was one of the brave souls who endured it to help carve the path which so many of us walk today. she helped found several activist groups regarding LGBT safety and wellbeing. and she was absolutely radiant, too.

thank you, Marsha. we remember you.

[classichorrorblog]

Sleepaway Camp |1983| Robert Hiltzik

[greseadraws]

dungeon meshi but they end up in the back rooms, a cursed idea that was eating away at my brain

[kalixsanacja]

The first time I saw that creature I thought (it's like noodles). Honestly It tastes like burnt camera roll rather than noodles :(

[chilewithcarnage]

Y'all notice they don't make ocean spray commercials anymore. Ain't seen those two white men in the cranberry pit in a long time. The bog spiders musta got them.

[daneelsolivaw]

they should make a followup commercial where the bog spiders are selling the juice

[clownboybebop]

Those sick fucks at Ocean Spray will mix anything with a cranberry

[soulren]

“Ghosts are real” I can see how you could believe that

“Ghosts aren’t real” it’s very fair and rational that you believe that

“Ghosts aren’t real anymore” I’m about to hear a poem or very sad story

“Ghosts aren’t real yet” the fuck are you going to do