Jess 🧚‍♀️

Instagram: why__uncle__rick I love Jason Grace and Jace Lightwood

[dykeycastiel]

My roomate bringing me to meet her heterosexual friends

Me: hi which one of you is the femm- *remembers that straights can’t be butchfemme* which one of you is wearing the forbidden plastic dress and which one of you destroys plastic

[ravenqueensspecialboy]

Walks up to a straight couple so which one of you stumbled into the fae world wearing sparkling, forbidden "plastic" clothes and which one of you is the dangerous crow boy whose job it is to destroy plastic that becomes obsessed with the other

[dommingateez]

what if i was wearing a forbidden plastic dress and you were a dangerous crow boy whose job it is to destroy plastic. and we were both girls 😳

[russmanz]

And then the movie called the "Dead Poets Society" involved a dead poet

[quantum-dragon]

[joeyclaire]

op turned off reblogs but i’m gonna pass out laughing over this

[geniusalpaca]

TikTok is currently trying to make their own goncharov called zepotha.

So far for zepotha I’ve already seen 5 different plots and like 25 different characters. They can’t seem agree on scenes and everyone is just making up their own shit.

Goncharov started as a joke but ended up with a poster, a cast, memes, a wiki page, letterbox reviews, fanfics, cosplays, a over 40 page (last time I checked at least) google document with info and scenes about the movie, a soundtrack and even Martin Scorsese himself confirming he made this movie.

They’ll never be able to beat the masterpiece that is goncharov 1973.

[wasco]

i realise heartstopper is supposed to be “all ages” and “family friendly” but also i think they should’ve made an exception and let nick call david a cunt

[notesoncrocs]

all of it

thought about the movies everything everywhere all at once and the half of it today until i was sick. eeaao because i was analyzing joy wang's character as a nihilist and the half of it because i'm writing a final paper comparing it to sartre's no exit.

i'm so behind on this class, it's not even funny. it's called literature & existentialism and i picked it because i thought i would like it. i was supposed to like it. then again i was also supposed to take another lit class and consider the major this semester and none of that happened either. when i did wake up in time, i'd go to this class and sit in the back and try to just listen in, and the professor would call on me for nodding off.

but it'll be okay. my discussion post is a month late but i talked about how jobu tupaki searched through all possible universes for a version of a mother who loved and understood her. how she was driven to give up her sense of freedom and agency in the face of these pressures from her mother -- to be straight, college-educated, skinny, more fluent in chinese, less americanized -- and succumb to the conclusion that nothing matters. i have an idea for the thesis for my final paper -- in class we learned about sartre's framework for the concept of "the other" and how profoundly disturbing it is to be in the presence of another person, because as the center of your own universe you are in control of the meaning you choose to give to the world, and when another person is within your universe, your agency is being chipped away. you -- and your meaning -- become chained to the other's judgment of you. and for the half of it i was thinking about different ways people try to take back control of their narrative from the other, whether that's through overexplaining or overexposure of yourself or through physical distance from the other.

there's other things, more important things, about both movies that an existentialist framework could never fully explain away. i thought about evelyn, when facing the possibility of losing her own daughter to the black hole, asking helplessly to her father how he found it in himself to let her go. i thought about the lights from the failing laundromat, the smashed windows, the glass on that dark street, and mother and daughter trying so hard one more time to listen to each other, even though it hurts so much. then i thought about the ending of the half of it, paul munsky running after ellie chu's train, knowing that it's futile and that she's going where he can't follow, but doing it anyway because it was her favorite scene from the movie ek villain and he remembered. he remembered because he loves her. no drawn-out 60-page essay, translated to english from french, laying out a blueprint for how a man should face the burden of his freedom or his death or whatever, could dream of capturing this.

[theboldeststrokeyoucanmake]

i didn’t choose this town,

i dream of getting out,

there’s just one who could make me stay,

all my days

[hanyaukue]

whoever fucking disses the half of it is catching these hands

you can’t just say the half of it wasn’t that good and not expect every queer asian girl in an 100 mile radius to charge at you at full speed

[enigmasandepiphanies]

It's 5 am, I just completed watching "Half of it" and well, gravity is the matter's response to loneliness.

[softavasilva]

“A LESBIAN TEEN LOVE STORY COMING TO NETFLIX STARRING TWO WOMEN OF COLOR AND DIRECTED BY AN ICONIC LESBIAN OF COLOR DIRECTOR!”

[vicepresidentgay]

do not underestimate how many times i can listen to a song in a row

[sirius-you-know]

"you're so pretty", okay so write something for me like lemony snicket.

[noodles-07]

I think there’s something so inherently human about the reaction to Techno’s death. We cried, we sat in disbelief, and then we created. There’s so much art already out there, barely 24 hours after the announcement, celebrating everything he did for us and telling him to rest easy, saying so long in our own little way be that drawing or writing stupid little posts like this one. And supporting each other. Telling other people in the fandom that it’s okay, their grief is valid, we’ll get through this hand in loveable hand. We’re collectively mourning and in a sad little way I think that’s beautiful. That 12 million people around the world can mourn the same man, in millions of different ways from millions of different places, because of how much he mattered. I think that’s what mourning is. People coming together to say goodbye, to say rest easy and so long and I hope god did hesitate and the universe said I love you in as many different ways as we know to articulate.

[antimony-medusa]

Btw, if you have not had tragedy dropped on you before, grief does fuck you up in unexpected and physical ways. If you can’t sleep or sleep more than expected or have more or reduced appetite, or energy goes weird— your brain just had a bunch of emotions dropped on it and sometimes it reacts by hitting every button in your brain. It will pass. Just try to not get too frustrated with yourself.

It’s also fine if you feel normal. Grief literally hits everybody differently, and some people are made to be able to to keep the farm going the day after a death, and some of us turn into sleepless gargoyles and get really into trying to help, and some of us are just unspeakably sad. Grief is weird. Be kind to yourself.